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I’m not an overly social guy. I’m pretty average looking, not a bad body — but not great either — and definitely don’t like going out to clubs. However my girlfriend does. She loves dancing, and socializing — she’s one of those individuals that people flock to — she’s a major social butterfly. It doesn’t hurt that she’s very attractive — tall (5ft 8inch), long dark hair that hangs down one side of her face, petite yet round ass, and C-cup tits. She’s also extremely confident in herself — unlike me — and when she walks into a room, people notice.

She convinced me to go to this club in the city. It’s not my scene — loud music, an hour long wait at the bar for drinks, and people sloppily making out with each other on the dance floor.

I’ll be the first to admit that my girlfriend looked incredible this night. Slim fit tight black dress that had a low cut so you could see her magnificent cleavage, the hem line sat three inches below her pelvis, and strappy black high heel shoes.

As soon as we walked into the club I was annoyed. It was packed to the rafters; the line to the bar was huge. I also had to pay $20 for entry fee for the both of us. That didn’t sway my girlfriend though. As soon as we walked in she gives a loud, “Wooh!” noise, and heads straight to the bar. It almost seemed like the crowd parted for her, because it only took her 5 minutes to get a drink, and she had two shots of something. By the time I made it to the bar through the crowd, she had downed her drinks, turns to me and says, “I’m going to go for a dance. Meet you out there.”

Clearly because of her hotness, she was served immediately. It took me a further 15 minutes to get a drink. Clearly both male and female bartenders didn’t care for my business — there were too many hot people to be served.

I got two drinks and made my way through the crowd. I stood at the back of the club, scoping the dance floor for my girlfriend. After 10 minutes of looking I see her dancing with a group of strangers — both male and female. I decided to finish my drinks then head out to her.

As the songs kept changing, my girlfriend was getting more and more into it – Girls and guys around her, bumping and grinding – She was having an amazing time. As I finished both drinks I started to make the trek out to the dance floor. Suddenly I noticed she was heading toward me where the bar was with four other people — two guys and two girls. As I stood in front of her she suddenly noticed me. She told me, “We’re Escort İstanbul going to get more drinks at the bar.” I thought, “Fuck, I just came from there.” But alas, I nodded my head and said, “Okay.”

So the five of them headed straight for the bar and this time I hung back. I saw they all lined up a bunch of shots and down they went. As my girlfriend through her head back to down her shot, she stumbled slightly, and one of the guys who were having shots with her caught her from falling by putting his arm around her waist. My heart skipped a beat, and felt a lump in my throat. He straightened her up and they both laughed about it. I didn’t like the look of this scene in front of me.

The five of them then headed back out to the dance floor, but via my way. Now I was really annoyed.

I needed a drink! So I headed back to the bar, trying to keep a close eye on the group with my girlfriend. After making my way through the crowd, I again waited 15 minutes for a drink.

As I waited, I searched the dance floor with eyes for my girlfriend. Then I saw it. She was dancing suggestively with the guy who caught her from falling over. My heart sank. He was a very tall 6ft man with broad shouldered, fit, and extremely handsome. My girlfriend was dancing with her back up against his chest. I could see his pelvis slowly grinding her ass. I thought, “That’s it! I’ve got to get out there!”

I began to make my way through the crowd, and was getting bumped around. When I finally made it to the dance floor, I couldn’t see my girlfriend anywhere. I shuffled around, searching in a panic. My heart was racing!

I decided to go and check the remainder of the club — it was clear they were not on the dance floor.

For whatever reason, I thought I would go into the Male toilets. I walked in, and there were only three cubical stalls and a troff. The toilets were empty except for the last stall on the far right hand wall. Before I turned around to walk out of the toilet, I heard a slight giggle coming from the stall. My heart sank! I peeked under the door slightly and there I saw two pairs of feet. One pair of Men’s shoes, the second, my girlfriend’s strappy high heels. A sick feeling burst in my stomach.

I snuck into the cubical next to theirs, locked the door, and held my ear up against the cubical wall. I couldn’t hear much. They were obviously trying to keep quiet.

I heard another quiet giggle come from my girlfriend. I got on my knees and looked under İstanbul Escort Bayan the cubical, and could see the Mans shoes facing the toilet bowl, and my girlfriend’s shoes facing the door toward him. What the fuck were they doing?! I couldn’t properly see. I peaked under a little more trying not to be discovered, and could just make out that my girlfriend was sitting on the toilet facing the guy. I then heard a slight sucking sound — the kind a girl makes as a Mans cock falls a little too far out of her mouth. HOLY FUCK! She was sucking his cock — surely! I heard a very quiet moan come out of his mouth. I didn’t know what to do. I felt a cold sweat flood over me. As I was shocked at what I was seeing and hearing. Suddenly my girlfriends feel shuffled. She was moving.

I backed a little away from under the cubical, and saw her shift her weight to the front of her feet for what looked like her standing up off the toilet. She moved her feet to face away from the guy toward the toilet bowl. Some more shuffling as her legs moved around slightly, and then her stance became a little wider. Her legs further apart? ‘Oh fuck NO!’ I thought.

I saw the guy go slightly up on to his tip toes for a second, then a quiet groan from him. I then heard the softest moan from my girlfriend. It was happening! He was inside her! I began to see both their legs move almost in unison back and forth. I could hear her breathing heavily. I then dared myself to peak under the cubical wall a little more, and as my head went further under the wall, I could see my girlfriends black lacy panties down around just above her knees. Both of their legs still moving back and forth in unison.

I peeked under a little more, and before my head was completely under the cubical wall I could see my girlfriend leaning up against the cubical wall over the toilet. And I saw it was the same guy who saved her from falling over at the bar and grinding on her on the dance floor. He had his hands grasping my girlfriend’s ass squeezing, as her slim black dress was pulled up to her waist. I saw his pelvis thrusting against her ass, and a slight slapping sound as his pelvis hit her ass cheeks repeatedly. I saw my girlfriends head tilt back — obviously feeling the pleasure of this guys cock inside her. I then briefly saw his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. My god! He was huge! Big thick throbbing vainy 8 inch cock. I also noticed his shaft glistening with my girlfriend’s pussy juices as it slid in and Anadolu Yakası Escort out of her. She was clearly turned on by him. Her body language showed that she was in ecstasy acting like a filthy slut being fucked in a toilet cubical in a club by a stranger. I’m certain she wasn’t even thinking about me as this guy was fucking her with his huge cock.

I noticed the guys pacing began to quicken. He clawed her ass cheeks tighter. As he thrusted quicker, he then suddenly pulled his huge cock out of my girlfriend’s pussy and jerked off. I saw him shoot a thick white hot load of cum onto my girlfriends the ass cheeks. There was heaps! He seemed to be Cumming forever. It not only shot on her ass, but a few rogue drops spat out to the sides – one small drop hitting my cheek.

I was dumbfounded. I retreated my head further back into my cubical and continued to watch their feel. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped the drop of this guys cum off my check.

Their feet shuffled – my girlfriend obviously wiping the guys cum off her ass — and pulling up her panties, and lowering her dress. I heard her giggle a little more, and heard a few kissing noises.

They both sneakily exited the cubical, as I pulled myself up to sit on the toilet. I noticed I had a throbbing boner. What was this?! I felt physically sick. Betrayed, jealous, yet turned on?

I then stood over the toilet and jerked my cock. It only took roughly 4 or 5 strokes before I shot my load.

I gave myself a few minutes of reflection, and then headed out to the club. I couldn’t see my girlfriend anywhere.

I then received a text message from her saying, “Hey. Couldn’t find you. Caught a taxi and heading home.”

I thought I would try to get a revenge fuck by picking up a stranger. I gave up after 30 minutes though as every girl gave me the pathetic look of either disgust or they laughed.

I decided to get a taxi and head home. Should I bring it up with her? We’ll see when I get there.

I waited an HOUR for a goddamn taxi! This night was fucked.

When I got home, my girlfriend wasn’t there. Oh GOD! What is she doing now? I laid in bed with a stressed sick feeling. And hate to admit it, but I jerked off two more times to the image burned in my brain of what I saw – as well as the thought of what she was doing at that very moment and with who.

I must have drifted off, because I felt my girlfriend hop in to bed next to me much later. Looking at the clock, it was three hours after I had gotten home. She went straight to sleep. I asked her the next day where she was and what happened, but she just said she went to grab food and lined up for a taxi. I KNOW she’s lying. I still haven’t brought it up with her what I heard and saw, but it only happened a day ago.

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Jenna stood at the window, holding back the lace curtain with a delicate hand. She could feel Nadine’s eyes on her, and knew what the woman wanted. “It’s a beautiful day,” Jenna said in her soft, husky voice delightfully touched with a Southern accent, looking out the second floor window. “The flowers are blooming everywhere, pink, and yellow, and red. The magnolia trees are full of blossoms. The sky is gorgeous: blue with just a hint of wispy clouds.”

“And…and Colter?” Nadine wheezed from the bed.

Jenna tilted her head of light brown wavy hair to the sound of the lawnmower. A tall, thin, dark-headed man in khakis and a t-shirt pushed the machine through thick green grass.

“He’s mowing…again,” she said. Colter mowed every four days in the summer, whether the lawn needed it or not. He hated to let it get tall.

“Jen,” Nadine managed.

The intensity in Nadine’s tone turned Jenna around. Concern showing in her almond-shaped blue eyes, she walked in long strides back to the arm chair kept by Nadine’s bed just for her use. She spent many long hours in this room reading to Nadine, and the comfortable chair suited her needs.

Nadine stared at her for a long time before speaking. Her eyes had a shiny gloss to them. She was very pale, and it was impossible to believe she was only thirty-two. The sickness that consumed her body had been with her for thirteen years and was now in its final stages. And yet she lingered, day after day, when she so wished to be done with it.

“Colter…” Nadine said at last.

Jenna sat up. “Yes, Nadine?”

“He tries so hard.”

“I know he does.”

“He’s a good man.”

“Of course he is, Nadine.”

“Does he ever…touch you?”

Jenna gaped at the woman. She could hardly believe Nadine would ask her such a thing. “Of course not, Nadine. Why do you even ask that?”

“Why doesn’t he ever touch you?” the woman wheezed.

Jenna moved uneasily. “Nadine, Colter is a good man. He would never cross that line.”

“He’s a man, Jenna. A man. I worry about him.”

“He’s a minister, Nadine. He’s disciplined.”

“I hate that he’s going without…because of me. I want him to be happy.”

“He is happy, Nadine,” Jenna lied.

“No,” Nadine said quickly. “He’s wasting away, just like me. You think I don’t see it—” a deep, wheezing breath, “—but I do. I see how thin he is. Emaciated. Stooped over like an old man. God, he was so handsome once. So full of life. Look at what—” Her body shook with sobs. “Look at what I’ve done to him!”

Nadine rarely cried. It took too much out of her. But her sadness had been building for a long time. Jenna moved to the bed and put a hand on the woman’s arm. Nadine was too frail to hold.

It took a long time for Nadine to recover. She took Jenna’s hand in her own and held it tight.

“Jenna, I need for you to do something for me. I need…I want…you to let Colter touch you.”

Jenna tried to pull her hand away.

“No,” Nadine said forcefully. “Listen to me. You’re young. Unattached. You aren’t even a Methodist. He knows you. How could he miss how pretty you are? Jenna, all you have to do is give him a little encouragement.”

“I’m not listening to this,” Jenna said firmly, once more trying to pull her hand away from Nadine’s.

But the other woman was determined to be heard. “I’ve thought about this a long time, Jenna. I respect you and I like you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t ask you. But you’ve been so good to me, always so gentle and sweet. I only wish Colter had someone to care for him the way you care for me.”

“He isn’t sick, Nadine. He’s blessed with health. And Colter is a grown man. He takes care of his own needs. Besides, he doesn’t lack for affection. The ladies in the church are always bringing him food and hugging him. Now,” she continued firmly, “I want you to close your eyes and sleep. You’ve talked way too much and you’re going to be exhausted. I’ll check in on you before the night nurse comes.”

Jenna tucked Nadine in and quietly left the room. Once in the hallway, her composure left her. She slumped against the wall and buried her face in her hands. Oh God, how could Nadine have given her such a request? What could the poor woman have been thinking? Very slowly Jenna stood up straight and walked to the end of the hall where the stairs led down to the first floor. She could hear Colter in the kitchen getting something cold to drink. After her conversation with Nadine she really didn’t want to be around him. But there was no other reason for her to be downstairs, so she stepped into the kitchen, immediately overwhelmed by the strong smell of gasoline and cut grass and male sweat that lingered on his clothes.

He glimpsed rather than looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Hello,” he said stiffly, and turned back to the sandwich he was assembling. He was usually this way with her, short and distant. She’d let it bother her for the first year of her employment and then decided it wasn’t worth thinking about.

Jenna didn’t say anything in return. She sat down at the İstanbul Escort kitchen table and stared at nothing in particular. When he finally joined her at the table with his sandwich, he was bewildered why she was just sitting there. Then he noticed her face.

“Are you upset?” he asked. Of course, he knew she was upset. He was just trying to go about it politely.

“Yes.” She looked down at her hands. “I’m really starting to think that…well, maybe you should get another caregiver.”

He choked on his sandwich. When he finally recovered he was visibly distressed. “Jenna, you can’t be serious. You’ve been with us for two years. The end is almost here. No. I can’t have someone new coming in now.”

Jenna shook her head. Her blue eyes brimmed with tears.

Colter leaned across the table, his own deep hazel eyes intent on her face, and put his hand on her arm. “Jenna, what is it? What happened with Nadine? Did she say something to you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She had no intension of telling him what it was about. But just letting him know that it was Nadine’s doing made her feel better.

“What did she say?”

“Nothing important,” Jenna said dismissingly. “Just a lot of nonsense.”

“What kind of nonsense?’

“Rambling. She worries about stuff.”

“What stuff?”

Jenna sucked in a long breath and let it out slowly. Why did he have to be so persistent? “About you, mostly.”

“What about me?’

She looked at him and wished he would stop asking questions. “She just worries about…well, you know, are you eating right.” Jenna couldn’t believe she was lying to a minister. “Stuff like that.”

“I see.”

He continued eating his sandwich. Jenna thought he didn’t look convinced, but at least the questions had stopped.

“I need some air,” she said and got up quickly from the table to bolt out the back door. Wearing a summery skirt and top, she walked quickly across the backyard, relieved by the slight breeze that stirred the heavy air. June in central Georgia could be suffocating. The breeze helped, but it was the heavy shade of pines that gave the most relief from the heat. The lawn smelled good having just been cut. She continued leisurely towards the narrow creek that meandered across the back yard. Beyond the creek, the woods stretched on in subtle wilderness. She loved it here. She loved to sit on the stone bench and watch the deer that chanced upon her, how they would look at her with their big brown eyes as though asking why she was trampling on their territory.

Footsteps crushed the soft grass behind her. She felt Colter’s presence more than saw it. He came around the bench and sat down next to her, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs and his fingers making a little tent. He glanced once at her face and then out into the woods. After a long moment he spoke.

“Jenna, when people have a lot of time on their hands like Nadine does, they get crazy thoughts going around in their heads that to the rest of us just seem…well, crazy. Nadine says things that to her make perfect sense but can be very upsetting for the person on the receiving end. She doesn’t understand that after she’s gone, we have to continue with our lives and the choices we make now. So the best thing to do when she says strange things to you or asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable is to just pacify her as best you can and go on.”

Jenna nodded. “You’re right,” she said, because she felt agreeing with him was the best thing to do.

Colter sat back on the bench. “So what was it she asked you to do?”

“Colter, I’m just not….” She sighed. “I’m not comfortable talking about it.”

“She didn’t ask you to help her die, did she?”

“No. Oh gosh, no. You know I would tell you right away if she did.”

“As long as we have that clear.”

He stood up abruptly and walked a little ways away from her. “Jenna, it may be awhile before Nadine finally passes on. She’s not going to drop the subject.”

Jenna looked up at him. “What subject?’

Colter put his hands in his pockets. “Don’t you realize she talked to me about it first before she did you?”

“About….?” She couldn’t say it. She needed him to.

He brought one hand out of his pocket to gesture between them. “About…us.”

Us. The word fell on her ears but she could hardly believe he’d said it. She looked away from him, confused, breathless, angry at the hot blush that was streaking up her neck to her face. She wanted to run but knew it would look silly and she would never be able to come back.

“Look,” Colter said in full pastor mode. “There’s nothing to be afraid of or ashamed about here. I have a sick wife who loves me and wants me to be happy. She has a young caregiver who is compassionate and sensitive. In her mind, putting those two things together makes perfect sense. You and I know it would be all wrong and of course, it will never happen. But Nadine is sick, Jenna. She needs your understanding on this. I know you can do it. Please try.”

With that he turned Bayan Escort away and strode back to the house. Jenna watched him out of her periphery. God, how could he be so strong? Or blind? Was she really able to mask her feelings that well? Could he not see how much she wanted him to do the things Nadine had suggested?

As she walked home that evening, her mind was a puddle of morose thoughts. Her grandmother’s white clapboard house sat a ways off the road, with a sweeping driveway and azalea bushes that disguised their genteel poverty. Between her check from the minister and Granny’s Social Security, they just managed to pay the bills and keep up the house. Jenna couldn’t even afford a car, though she was saving her pennies to buy one. She was a bit peeved to see her cousin’s new orange Mustang in the driveway. Felicia always had money to burn. It irked Jenna that her older cousin lived a fabulous lifestyle taking off her clothes for money while Jenna behaved herself and made pittance.

Felicia sprawled in the living room, a hundred and twenty pounds of gold-dripping smuttiness. She rolled her head on the back of the sofa to look at Jenna as she came through the door. “There she be,” she crowed for no one’s benefit. “My little cuz, back from reading psalms to the preacher’s wife.”

“Felicia, do you try to sound like a wigger or does it just come naturally?” Jenna asked derisively.

“Baby girl, you are just too dang full of yourself.”

Jenna didn’t answer. She went in the kitchen to see what Granny was cooking. There was a plate on the counter and a note from Granny saying she had gone to play bunko at a friend’s. Jenna got the plate and went back into the living room to eat.

“Why are you here?” she asked Felicia unceremoniously.

“I have a question for you,” her cousin said. She fished her cell phone out of her purse, then held up the picture screen to Jenna. “Look at that. Tell me what you see.”

Jenna leaned towards the fuzzy picture. In one corner was something that looked like an arm and part of a wall. The other part was a man. His face was barely illuminated but Jenna would have known it anywhere.

“That’s Reverend Woodhouse,” she said, stabbing a carrot and putting it in her mouth.

“That’s what I thought,” Felicia smiled, looking satisfied.

“Why did you take a picture of Colter?” Jenna asked.

“Just to piss you off,” Felicia retorted.

Jenna rolled her eyes. “So you have a picture of the man I work for. So what?”

“Don’t you want to know where I took it?”

“The Piggly Wiggly?” Jenna ventured sarcastically.

“No. I took it at a glory hole.”

Jenna kept chewing. “What’s a glory hole?” she asked naively.

Felicia snorted. “Why don’t you go google it?”

“Just tell me what it is, Felicia.”

The stripper gave her a long you-deserve-this-you-little-stuck-up-bitch look. “A glory hole,” she said slowly, “is a place where a person, usually a man, goes to get his dick sucked.”

Jenna choked on her potato. It took her a long moment to recover. When she did, she threw her fork at her cousin. It barely missed hitting Felicia in the eye.

“You fucking liar!” Jenna screamed. “Get your fucking disgusting ass out of here!”

Felicia faced her, arms akimbo. “Can’t take the truth, can you?” she snapped back. “You think he fucking walks on water, and every other night he’s in there getting anybody who’ll do it to suck him off.”

“He wouldn’t do that!” Jenna yelled, tears brimming her eyes.

“Baby, he’s a man. A man. His wife is fucking dying and he can’t get no pussy without causing a scandal. What else can he do?”

Jenna opened her mouth to say, “He wouldn’t,” one more time, but she couldn’t. She sat down on the edge of the sofa, leaning into her legs with her elbows. The events of the day rewinded in her mind. She could hear Nadine’s labored breath, that incessant wheezing, asking her to give Colter what he needed. God, no wonder. She might be sick, but Nadine still had a wife’s instincts. She knew that something was wrong with Colter. She simply hadn’t grasped what it was.

And Colter. Jenna closed her eyes, trying not to see him in her mind. Trying not to see his handsome face, now grown so thin in the wake of his tragic life. Why had she so easily dismissed his needs? Because it was easier to pretend he didn’t have them? As it was, she was relatively comfortable in his presence, believing him “above” such carnal urgings. She was the one who had felt so ashamed, as night as night she’d laid in bed and imagined him making love to her.

Felicia was staring at her. “Man, you got it bad,” she drawled. “Does he know how you feel?”

“No.”

“Why the hell not? You’re there everyday, including Sundays. He works from his house. My God, I don’t see how the two of you weren’t rolling in the hay a long time ago.”

Jenna shook her head. “Our relationship isn’t like that.”

“Fuck, I ain’t talking about no relationship. I’m talking about sex. That’s what the man wants.”

“God, Felicia, Eskort does everything have to be sex with you?” Jenna cried, putting her hands to her temples and pressing to relieve the migraine that was building in her head.

Felicia said nothing. She shook her head at her younger cousin. Poor, poor Jenna. Being the good little girl for Granny. Not being a whoring slut like the rest of the women in the family. And while Felicia had sometimes envied Jenna’s clear conscience, she had to wonder if it was worth it. What a burden to bear, in love with a man she would never have. It was the kind of thing that could ruin a girl for life.

“You need to confront him,” Felicia said.

Jenna stared at her in disbelief. “Confront him?” she repeated. “You mean, tell him I know about it? Are you crazy? I wouldn’t insult him that way.”

“My God, girl. Are you telling me you’d rather he go around doing what he’s doing than getting some real loving?”

“It’s not my place,” Jenna snapped.

“It is your place,” Felicia argued. “If you really care about him, it is your place. How much longer do you think he can keep this a secret? I’ve already seen him in there a couple of times now. Someone else is going to recognize him and then his career will be over. You need to tell him.”

Jenna put up her hands. “No. No. You need to stop. Please. Just go away. Seriously. Go away, Felicia. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

Felicia hesitated, then let out a long, resigned sigh. She picked up her purse and headed out the door.

“Just one thing,” she said as she stood on the threshold. “This place he goes to. It’s down towards Monroe, about a mile north of the highway. It’s called Bubbles. I guess you could say it’s a full-service strip joint, if you know what I mean. You go in the back like you’re going to the toilets, but instead you go through an Employees Only door and down the stairs. There’s a basement. Guys have to pay to get in but girls are free. You’ll see these little booths with chairs facing a window. There’s a live show going on a good part of the time. You’ll understand the rest of it when you see it.”

With that Felicia turned away, closing the door behind her. Jenna sank to the sofa and hugged her legs. She heard the roar of the Mustang’s engine and tires squealing as Felicia pulled away. For a long while Jenna simply sat that way, her thoughts taking a haphazard course. She told herself that she didn’t care that much about Colter; that if indeed he were doing those things, he wasn’t the man she thought him to be. She reasoned that if he was paying to get sex, then he deserved being found out. But she went to bed at nine, feeling sick to her stomach and depressed. When she woke up the next morning, her head was splitting.

“Granny, can you drive me to the Woodhouse’s?” she asked her grandmother, who read the morning paper on the front porch.

“Why, don’t you feel well? Take my car if you want, sweetie. I’m not going anywhere today. I drank a bunch of that boxed wine at the bunko party last night and I am sick as a dog.”

Jenna smiled, thinking her grandmother looked the picture of health, and dropped her a kiss. “Thanks, Granny. I’ll be home around seven as usual.”

“Take your time,” Granny replied. “The Braves are playing tonight so I’ll be glued to the television. You know how I am about my baseball.”

Jenna did know. Her grandmother was a rabid Braves fan.

The rest of the day passed in its usual tempo, with Jenna reading long stretches of a historical novel to Nadine, in between light physical therapy, bathing, eating, and massage. Jenna had long since gotten accustomed to seeing Nadine’s naked body. Except for her bright eyes and some grayish brown curls on her head, there was very little of the old Nadine left in that shrunken shell. She was unusually weak today, and Jenna was sure it had been yesterday’s emotional outburst that led to today’s exhaustion.

Colter was gone the whole day, coming home around two to get notes from his office before leaving again. Jenna did some light housekeeping while Nadine napped. In addition to the night nurse, Colter also employed a weekly housekeeper, but for the most part he cleaned up after himself. He slept in an adjoining bedroom and made his bed regularly. As Jenna peered into his room, she felt a sudden and unexpected urge to rifle through his things. She held herself in her arms to resist trampling on his privacy. What else was Colter hiding from her? she had to wonder. Did he have porn? Did he look at dirty stuff on the internet? The urge was overwhelming and she wheeled around to go downstairs. The same desire overtook her as she glanced about his office. She hated what she was feeling right now. She hated the jealousy that welled up within her. He paid someone to do what she would have gladly done for free. How dare he? How dare he?

She was never so glad as when the night nurse arrived to relieve her. It was Wednesday night and Colter was at church. Jenna checked in on Nadine one last time before walking outside to Granny’s car. It was a lovely summer night and Jenna didn’t much feel like going home to listen to the game that Granny would have on, turned up full blast. She decided to go to the mall and walk around, knowing Granny would call her if she got worried.

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Chris and Becca are two crazy kids from the Midwest. They are ‘friends’. Both are married (to other people) and both have a family. You might recognize them as your bank teller, high school teacher, landscaper, plumber or even simply your next door neighbor. Basically, they are the people you see everyday that you take for granted, who you assume are regular people who lead normal, boring lives.

In reality, Chris and Becca are pushing 50, fit, active and when they are together, look like they’ve known each other forever, though they met only 5 years ago. Heck, they might even look like they are married. In fact, many people who have never met their spouses think they are a married couple.

That seems to be part of the beauty of their relationship. They seem ‘together’. They have a mutual and evident love and respect for each other… and a definite attraction. They are uniquely similar…and that’s where the story begins.

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Becca emailed Chris, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow at 9a. If something changes, will be home until 8:45, just email me.’

Chris’ reply was a simple, ‘K’, before they signed off.

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Becca rose early the next morning. It was her day off and it had been a few weeks since she and Chris had time to spend together. Everything went normally…..husband to work and child to school. Now she could get a load of clothes in the wash, the dishes done and a quick shower before heading out.

This morning, Becca took particular care to shave not only her legs and underarms, but her pussy, in anticipation of Chris’ caress and oral ministrations. She paused, rubbing herself and finding that even in the shower, she felt how her pussy anticipated Chris’ mouth and cock..

Becca loved her husband and their marriage was ok, sex was adequate, rote and somewhat regular and their life relatively comfortable. Her husband was a tich possessive or at least liked to be the one in control, which she suppose made the freedom even sweeter. Chris seemed to love his wife and family, but she could tell there was an underlying restlessness that just wasn’t about more sex. No matter how much they talked about their spouses, they were committed to their marriages.

Now, after feeling her smooth pussy, slipping into a thong, bra and a comfy pair of jeans and t-shirt, completing her regular morning routine, packing her favorite dildo and strap-on and her errand list and doing one last check of her emails, she was out the door.

Chris was in the habit of leaving the door unlocked, so she would enter and holler ‘hello’. He was usually in sweats or boxer briefs, just getting up from watching porn. They kissed, exchanged greetings and Becca reached down to feel his cock to see how far along he was.

Today, they had time, so they sat together and watched a woman wearing a strap-on fuck her male partner. They kissed and rubbed on each other making Becca Ümraniye Escort particularly aroused. She had confessed to Chris, that she very much wanted to experiment with ‘having a penis’ and taking control of their play time. They had talked about it many times and Chris liked and encouraged the idea.

It wasn’t too much later, they were getting under each others’ clothes and Becca leaned in to nuzzle Chris and whisper in his ear, ‘I want to fuck your ass.’ Chris felt his cock twitch and get a little harder, so Becca took him by the cock and led him up the stairs to his bedroom.

They quickly removed their clothes. As soon as Chris had his pants off, Becca had his cock in her mouth. Chris moaned. Becca loved to suck cock, and Chris loved the way she did so. Just as Chris was starting to enjoy the attention, Becca stopped and told him to get on the bed. She had a surprise. Chris did as he was told and even had a smile on his face.

Becca quickly put on the strap-on. She had been practicing for days, looking at herself in the mirror, rubbing her new cock and wondering what it would feel like to watch Chris suck it. She was wet and wanted his cock inside her, but that would have to wait.

‘Come over here and suck my cock,’ Becca heard herself say and then flush. She had never done anything like this. ‘I want you to be my cocksucker.’

Chris didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t hesitate to obey her. He got off the bed, knelt before her and put her cock in his mouth. Becca watched, in awe, as the dildo disappeared into his mouth. She was so aroused, she thought her knees would buckle.

‘That’s a very good boy. Now lick the tip like you’re gonna taste the pre-cum from my pee hole,’ she said. Becca was shocked the words were falling out of her mouth and that Chris was obeying without hesitation. No man had ever been that responsive. She thought she would pass out from excitement and didn’t need to touch herself to know her juices would soon be dripping from her engorged pussy.

Becca lifted Chris’ chin so that their eyes met. He still had her cock in his mouth. ‘I want to put my cock in your ass. I very much want to fuck you. Would you like that?’, she said.

Chris held eye contact and nodded a yes. At that moment Becca thought he was the sexiest man ever.

‘Then get back up on the bed, face up and show me your ass,’ Becca said in a low, sultry voice. She could feel the dampness between her legs and knew her orgasm would come easily. She hoped she would be able to bring Chris to the edge and then ask him to finish her off. She also hoped that she would be good enough to make this memorable for him. She wanted it to be nasty. She wanted to talk dirty to Chris while she fucked his ass and jacked him off, but she needed to cum too.

Becca pulled out the lube she’d packed, put some on her finger and began massaging Chris’ hole. Then she took a little İstanbul Escort more on her finger and gingerly slipped it into his ass up to the first knuckle. She looked up at him and asked if it felt ok. He nodded. Becca dripped a little more lube on her finger and pushed her finger in more. Then withdrew it almost completely. She added another finger, rubbed around Chris’ hole and put in two at once….gently, but with authority. She noticed Chris reach down and rub his balls and decided this was a good thing.

Finally, Becca withdrew her fingers and started rubbing her dildo, her cock, with lubricant. When she was satisfied with the coverage. She positioned herself, looked into Chris’ eyes and said, ‘I’m going to fuck you now.’

Becca slid the cock in gently. Chris moaned. She pushed a little more and Chris grunted, ‘Yes..’

Becca was crazy with lust now, holding the dildo and grinding her clit against it. She pushed a little more and then started to rock her hips so that she was actually fucking Chris’ hole. She wondered if this was how a guy felt. She wondered if this feeling in her loins paired with the sensation she couldn’t feel in this cock, was what made guys want to have sex as often as possible. It must be one of the best feelings ever to be inside a pussy….to build to that climax and then the feeling of release that no woman could fully experience.

Becca squirted more lube on her hand, grabbed a hold of Chris’ cock and started to rub in time with the rocking motion of her hips. Chris’ eyes were mere slits. He looked at her and smiled. Becca leaned down and kissed him and whispered, ‘You are so beautiful. I love fucking your man pussy.’

Becca began jacking Chris in earnest. She told him what a beautiful slut he was, how she loved fucking him and how she was going to cum. At this point, Becca began thrusting her cock into Chris’ ass. Chris moaned. After about three rather forceful thrusts, Becca didn’t withdraw. Instead, she pushed and almost savagely grunted, ‘I’m cumming in you.’

A few more pumps of Chris’ cock and he spewed his seed across his stomach and chest with some force. Becca was spent and her thighs were soaked. She started scooping up Chris’ cum with her fingers feeding it to him.

‘That’s it, baby, eat your cum like a good slut. You look amazing with cum on your lips,’ Becca whispered. ‘You know this is part of your training for the day when you suck a real cock and have to taste another man’s cum.’ Becca told Chris that he’d done well. She just knew, one day, they’d have the opportunity to entertain a male third and she wanted Chris to be prepared. She wanted him to be able to comfortably suck a real cock and to take that cock in his ass. Just the thought brought Becca close and she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

After pulling out of Chris and removing the strap-on, she told him it was ‘her turn to cum’ and climbed Anadolu Yakası Escort on the bed where he lay and straddled his face. ‘Lick my pussy’, Becca said, ‘and taste my cum.’ She paused for a moment and wondered what Chris would think of this new-found assertiveness. At that moment, Becca could barely control herself. She was in need and wanted desperately to get off.

As Chris began licking Becca’s pussy, she moaned. Becca knew this was going to be exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t help it. She was being led by her pussy’s need to orgasm.

Becca started grinding on Chris’ face, gently at first, but more aggressively as the time was close. She was glad she had shaved because the sensations were heightened, making this almost overwhelming. All of a sudden, the need completely overtook her. Becca gave in to her basest desires, put her hands on the top of Chris’ head, threw her head back, grunted and ground her pussy into his face hard. On the second grind, she lowered her head, looked into Chris’ eyes and said, ‘Baby, I’m g-gonna cum…all-ll over your face.’

On the third and final grind, Becca made a noise between a scream and a moan and her body shuddered for what seemed like forever. She came hard. Chris’ tongue was lapping up every drop of her cum. Becca was moaning and another shudder overtook her…and then it happened. She started to pee. In Chris’ mouth. While he was licking her. This never happened before. She didn’t mean to do it…really. It felt so good and the relief was like another orgasm in itself.

At first she was embarrassed and stopped, but then Becca realized that Chris wasn’t objecting. In fact, was that a swallow she heard? Oh my God! Chris was drinking her pee and making ‘mmming’ sounds! This never happened before! She let a bit more go. He swallowed again. Another orgasm overtook her. Finally, as her body slowed down, she rolled off of Chris in complete exhaustion.

After a few minutes, Becca opened her eyes. Chris was right there looking at her smiling. They kissed and she knew he enjoyed what happened too. Becca could taste a mixture of Chris’ and her cum and her pee. It was salty and sweet and a taste she would never forget. It was surprisingly wonderful!

Becca held the eye contact, smiled back at Chris and reached up to caress his face. ‘That was amazing, love! Thank you. I hope you had a good time too,’ she said with a glazed look in her eyes.

‘I did,’ Chris replied still smiling.

Chris took in her naked body with his eyes and hands, while Becca enjoyed the moment of attention and peace. Intimacies were exchanged and they both knew this was the beginning of a new phase of experimentation in their relationship. There would be a lot to share and explore in the coming months.

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All too soon it was time to get cleaned up and get on with the day. An easy conversation began as they dressed. Talk of the movie Chris watched the night before and Becca’s upcoming family plans brought them back to their individual lives. After a lingering kiss and hug, more thank you’s, I love you’s and a brief discussion of when they might be in contact again, they went their separate ways.

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As soon as we reached our room, there was a flurry of activities. First Dawn got me free from all the restraints and helped me get out of the suit. As soon as handcuffs and harness were off, I could feel a strange mixture of feelings, a part of me, felt extremely light as if a weight was pulled from me, the other felt so unsecured and unprotected, as if all things not only blocked my access to my own body, but also the others’ access as well.

I will never stop being amazed by the winding circuits of my brain. How could I feel a longing to be trapped?

But, Dawn pressed, there was no time for mulling, since we had to prepare for dinner at Mistress’. She was crackling with excitement, and was preparing sheet, paper and a tape meter, to take the slave’s measurements.

“What should I put under the harness?” I was thinking out loud.

She stopped on her tracks.

“Well you could put some underwear, or go in the nude, like me.”

Another thing to mumble upon as I stepped under the shower. After that, I did my hair and makeup, and returned to the room dressed only in a towel.

Dawn had, indeed, carried something from the stall, and she proposed some different styles of cuffs or chains. She had displayed all of them on my bed, the harness and all, and explained to me what were the options available.

“While you decide, I’ll go for the shower.”

So there I was, in front of a bunch of metal devices that I was to wear for the next hours. My mind returned to the start of this adventure, when Dawn had to put her harness on by herself in a courtesy room in a hotel.

If I was in that situation, would I be able to do it? Well, that’s a chance.

I loosened the towel and started to understand how I could do it.

One of the things Dawn had brought from the booth were some manacles similar to the elbow ones, with a couple of links attached. Obviously they would have to be attached to other indentures in the harness. As I tentatively got them near the harness, I realized the links were magnetic to fit naturally into their recesses.

So first I laid the open harness on the bed, then I put the elbow cuffs in position. I fumbled a little with the manacles, they had some sort of mechanism to be tightened around the wrist with a screw. A screw that Dawn recovered from the stand, obviously.

With a little fumbling, I managed to put them in position, links positioned on the insides of my wrists.

I could already feel the weight of those restraints on my limbs. Last, I stepped into the tight cuffs, keeping those chains in my hands. I had already learnt how to deal with them, just pull them up until they were tight on my legs and then proceed.

Ok, now what? Now, recalling what Dawn had told me, I sat on the harness, the front protruding between my legs. Metal was cold, directly on my skin, and first I fixed the tight cuffs chains to the waist band, as she did before.

Then I tried to insert the elbow cuffs’ links in the proper indentures. It was trickier than I pictured in my mind, but after a few tries, I finally succeeded when I discovered that also those rings were magnetically charged, and I just needed to bring them loosely near to have them go in position by themselves.

This left me in a difficult situation, since I was not able to reach for the front part, so I dislodged one of the cuffs and reached out to pull it up. It was hinged in the crotch area, so I figured that it would not be difficult to align the latches once pulled down.

So,I maneuvered once again to connect the elbow cuff, and then I inspected the situation before closing it. I still had my hands free, and I was planning to lock them at my sides. But I quickly figured out that it would not be possible to manage the closure of the harness positioned like that. I figured that the only logical thing was to cross my arms and use my hands to guide in the thing.

When I placed my arms crossed, I saw that the links from my wrist cuffs fell near the middle waist bar and were pulled in position. It was supposed to be just a dry fit, so I did not pay them any attention.

I was still struggling to lower the front of the harness without crushing my delicate partes, the boobs. Once I thought the placement was perfect, keeping the suit in my hand I tried to lower it carefully.

I still was not sure I would have liked to be stuck in that position, and I thought that it would not get closed. And, more, I was planning to pick the harness up and then wait for Dawn to lock it shut.

At that moment, I heard a noise from the bathroom, and a yelp.

It startled me and I let go of the suit.

The hatches were perfect, so they perfectly executed their job. Click. Click. Click.

Holy shit. What the hell had I got myself into?

As I sprung from the bed reacting to Dawn’s yelp, I felt that all the things were now locked on me, and the weight was dragging me down. And then I was surprised how difficult it was to get up without being able to use my hands and bend my waist..

Once on my feet I got to the Pendik Escort bathroom door, and once inside, I saw that Dawn’s hair was just tangled in the support of the shower’s head, and she was dealing with that with her hands.

She immediately looked at me, so trussed up, completely surprised.

“What…”

I showed her my cuffed hands, she looked puzzled, and then laughed from the top of her heart.

“Get back in the room, let me finish this.”

And so, I left the bathroom to return to my bed, embarrassed. With the hands blocked in that position, reading a book was completely out of question. I was just able to turn on the tv and find something to look at, in the meantime.

I was halfway through one of those shitty reality shows, when Dawn emerged from the bathroom.

“Well, let’s see what you have done.”

“I was trying to understand how you did it by yourself. And then I got stuck.”

She came near me, and inspected how I had latched the cuffs to the harness. She later told me that it was a position like the one in which you place someone in a straightjacket, strict but comfortable.

“Are you ok, is something pinching?”

I tried to move my arms but, beside the constriction, there was not a lot of discomfort.

“No, actually I feel ok.”

“So, fine then. Let me get you some shoes.”

“You are not letting me out?”

“Nope, now, shut up.”

What the hell. She promptly put some high heeled shoes on my feet. Then she arranged my makeup and then she prepped hers as well. And in a matter of minutes she told me that we were ready to go.

“Like this? You are crazy.”

I was trying to get hold of the magnet, oblivious to the fact that with my hands locked in position there was no way I could place it on the release point, then Dawn grabbed the thing from me, she scooped up the screwdriver for the cuffs and, to my horror, she put both of them in the middle of the room’s table, completely out of reach.

“Are you coming?”

“You are a bitch, you know that?”

She swatted my ass as I was leaving the room and told me “Do not call me mama names, slave.”

I could clearly feel the shift in our roles.

We were walking into the corridor, she was dressed just in her harness, with a bag on her arm, clearly oozing power and control, I was following dressed in most of the same, feeling embarrassed and subdued by my own design.

We arrived at the door of the suite, at 8 sharp. Strolling in the corridors we got some stares, but I was more interested in exploring the limitations of my confinement. Running, between shoes and thigh cuffs, was out of question, and neither waving my hands as a cheerleader.

I could only explore my sides and nothing more. As I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I could see how the harness was shaping my torso, and I could see that the breasts dome were doing more than justice to my tits.

I had judged, without being able to see them, that Dawn’s were bigger and since the metal was curved in her shapes I could feel that I had more than enough room under there.

On the other side, my waist was a little bit larger than hers, the midriff of the harness was hugging my belly a little more. On the whole, I must say that it hugged my form to enhance my curves and even if I must say that I’m not ugly, the image reflected of myself was absolutely stunning. Dawn pushed me away from this reverie.

“Let’s go. I do not want to be late.”

“Coming.”

She knocked at the door, and after a little time, Mistress opened up to let us in.

Well, the suite was three times larger than our room, on the right there was a king size bed while on the opposite side a dining table was set up, with silverware and all the niceties. On the side there was a sort of conversation space with a couple of couches and a tea table.

There was a person seated on the edge of the bed. As I got a clear view, I recognized she was the slave that we encountered before in the dealers’ hall.

She was still tied in all the rope, and she looked calm at us.

“Ok, please be seated at the table, I need to prepare Two for dinner, it will take just a few minutes.”

Dawn guided me to the table and as we were seated, we could both have a clear view of Mistress and her slave.

“Please.” I could hear Two pleading with a soft voice.

“Do not be such a fuss. We have decided before. It will be a wonderful surprise for you. Trust me.”

These words were apparently enough to quench any protest, and so Mistress took a little container that I immediately identified as a contact lenses container. She opened it and we observed as she used a little plastic sucker to pick up one lens and with the other hand she spread her slave’s eyelids to accommodate it. The tied girl whimpered a little but her Mistress was gentle enough that there was no problem with the first lens, and then with the second.

As she started looking around, we realized that her eyes were now covered in black.

“I had these lenses made by Kurtköy Escort a manufacturer, my friend. They are pitch black and once I have put them on, she is not able to see anything, like a blindfold.”

Robbing her slave of the ability to see seemed to have boosted somehow her wits.

As she then proceeded to untie the young woman, I could see that she was actually dressed in rope. Coils and coils went down to the floor leaving her completely in the nude.

“Ok, you may go to the bathroom.”

She rose unsteady on her feet and using her hands, she reached the bathroom. She was silent and focused on remembering what was the correct route to her destination. Mistress gave her no help at all.

Dawn had a composure much firmer than mine. I was astounded about how much control the Mistress had over her, seemed total and uncaring.

And to challenge my assumption, she moved swiftly to protect her hips from hitting the table. She was caring after all, and brought her slave there to do her business. She left the door open, robbing her of her privacy. My eyes crossed Dawn’s and we made a mental discussion about the weirdness of the whole situation.

Not that we could judge, since we both had locked ourselves in a chastity armor, with limited ways to get out.

After a couple of minutes, Two was again conducted in the room we were in, and she was made to sit near the tea table. Now that it got my attention, I noticed that there were some things that I could not identify and there was a hammer and a tacking block.

They were placed like it was a sort of a show for us, and as a matter of fact, I could believe it was, aiming to make Dawn understand the slave limitations, considering the custom harness we were to discuss.

She proceeded to put her slave right hand in a sort of metal glove, which forced her to close her fingers in a fist. It was formed by two hinged halves and once closed there was a closure that went around her wrist. I was expecting a padlock to seal it up but instead she inserted a rivet and then squashed it close with the hammer and the tack block.

Wait, she had asked before if it was possible to close the harness permanently, she was not joking.

“No” protested Two in a low tone.

“Don’t be a fuss, when we get home I will drill them out. Shush.”

And then she locked the left hand.

“Just a second, we are nearly set.”

Mistress picked up a u-shaped thing and ordered her slave to open up. She then put the thing in her open mouth and proceeded to open it.

Once satisfied with her work, she then directed her slave to the table.

She was completely naked, blind, unable to talk, and unable to grab anything. I must admit that her state was somewhat arousing to me. She was free and restrained at the same time.

On top of that, the Mistress picked up some of the ropes left on the bed and proceeded to tie her to the seat with her hands securely restrained behind her back.

I realized that our situation was not that different as the Mistress presented us with appetizers and food.

There was small talk between Dawn and her, but nothing involving us “slaves”, as if we were not even in the room.

“So, you seem very focused on your job, you keep that thing on at all times?” The Mistress asked Dawn.

“It does suit me, don’t you think?” answered my friend, diplomatically evading the question.

The other was only looking at her, I could see that she had sensed that something was off with that answer.

Both were talking and meanwhile they were serving me and Two, since the two of us were not able to provide for ourselves. Without anything else to do, I noticed how Dawn was eating small morsels, and it was something that I did not happen to notice before.

The food was good, but it was undercut by the surrealness of the whole setup. I was wondering what was Two’s situation, and asking myself what would bring me to let someone control me in that kind of way.

Yet, Dawn was exerting a lot of control on me, even if it was me that had restrained myself in this way. On her part, Two seemed satisfied with her position, gloriously naked and getting little morsels without being able to utter a word. I could appraise her breasts, well endowed and her body with all its curves. She had brown hairs cut short, that went along with a sweet face.

We ate, we drank in a silent environment, except for Dawn and Mistress chit chatting. She asked politely how the business was going in the exhibition.

“Well, we made a lot of contacts, you see, these two things are really a show stopper.” She replied signaling our two harnesses.

“I’m sure they will bring you a lot of luck. After all, they are the reason you are here. Let me get your plates. Was it all good, girls?”

Even if I could talk without impediment, I simply nodded and so did Two.

Mistress stood up and conducted us away from the table in the adjoining sitting room where there were two couches and a tea table.

I followed Dawn and sat on the couch, Maltepe Escort while she excused herself to the bathroom, since she already knew the directions. While I was left behind, Mistress ordered Two to stay on her tiptoes in the middle of the room, and approached me.

“Is it comfy?”

“Well, nothing pinces, but after a while you can definitely feel its weight.”

I was talking and she inspected my harness and my body underneath, first just looking then passing her finger to find out how tight it was on me. She inserted her nail inside my waist band, and I did not dare to move.

They were obviously explorations made to appraise the product, and I did not find the sensuality in it, but it was apparent to me how defenseless I was, in that position.

Dawn returned and I could feel that Mistress was staring at her.

“Shall we proceed?” Asked.

Mistress made a gesture as if inviting her to help herself to the waiting slave, and then we watched from the couch as my friend took her pad and a meter and started to measure the woman.

She had her mouth open and her eyes were shooting about trying to see what was going to happen, without being able to do so. I tried to fix my eyes on her body, and it struck something in me. I could feel my cheeks turning red. What was happening to me?

I trusted that all eyes were on Dawn measuring Two, but in a short time, I would have discovered that it was not entirely true.

I observed Dwan sketching on her pad the figure of a female body and then jotting every measure that she took. Some I understood, after all we all have been to a tailor shop, some were more difficult. When she left the pad beside me, I could see that she had precisely taken the position of both Two’s orifices, the shape of her boobs and also the distance of her areolas from the higher end of the ribcage. Seemed like an overkill.

At the end of it, I could see that Dawn was exhausted, with all her crouching and standing up, the harness and, I suspected, the two intruders were taking their toll.

Leaving Two in her position she finally sat on the couch, visibly adjusting her harness in the crotch area.

“Well, is it uncomfortable?” Mistress noted.

“Uh, no. Not at all. But it takes a while to get adjusted.”

“It will be a relief to get it out at night, I presume.”

“Err… yes. Even if I try to leave it around the less possible.” said Dawn diplomatically.

“Not even for the bathroom?”

“Actually no, Monica, if you would be so kind.” With her hands she ordered me to stand up. She went to her bag to fish a key from it.

I had seen it before, it was the key to open the outer shield of the harness. I was on my feet in front of the Mistress, my crotch area was level with her face. Dawn forced my legs as open as they could go, despite the thigh cuffs, and then inserted the key in a keyhole that was actually over my vagina. To my utter surprise, I heard a click and then, I could not see directly because of my arms crossed in front of me, some pressure was relieved from my labia. After that I could sense some air seeping by, and a metal thing passing in the space between my thighs. My eyes raced to a mirror in a corner and there I found a more complete view of the device.

The key unlocked the central portion of the harness panties section. This shield, for lack of a better word, was, I discovered, hinged at the back, so it was not detachable and had to stay on. Mistress was kneeling and looking at the space of my body revealed by the shield. In fact, she was actually inspecting my pussy and my anus, thus enhancing my feeling to be completely on display.

“So, even open, she does not gain access and penetration?” As she asked, I could feel that she was trying to force a finger in me. But apparently there was some kind of inner shield that prevented her from prodding further, I could feel just pressure but absolutely no touching. And the same went from the ass area.

“No, she can expel urine and feces, but without any access. You see, there is a slit just on her urethra, so it can flow outward without any problem. This model is not fitted with a dildo, but it can be. For the rear, this one has just a slit that permits evacuation and cleaning, it can be fitted with a sphincter dilator and a butt plug.”

Instinctively, I looked to the Mistress’ face as she was staring at Dawn, obviously trying to guess what kind of optionals were in her harness. She continued to prod Dawn for details, instead.

“So, this key serves only for bathroom breaks. There is no need to open this thing, is it?”

“No, actually, no.”

“And without the key what would happen?”

“I would guess cramps, discomfort and then pain. But this key is a pretty common one, and it can be copied everywhere. Also, it is the same for all harnesses. It is a safety feature.”

Mistress took the shield and closed me up, and with the key in hand, asked.

“So this works also with yours, can I try?”

Dawn was taken by surprise, “Err… Yes, please.”

We looked at each other, clearly understanding that in that very moment, the roles had changed and that the Mistress was taking charge of the whole thing. She had sensed Dawn’s eagerness to sell the harness and she was exploiting it to find how much Dawn was a slave herself.

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I am a thirty eight-year old man. I maintain an active lifestyle and to be perfectly honest I think I keep my body in pretty good shape for someone my age. I run five miles a day, weekends off, and play organized softball and basketball throughout the year. Well enough about my self-absorbed fitness. Suffice it to say that even with the confidence I get from my workout routine I was still shocked as to what transpired this past summer.

Let me begin by saying I am a single parent to a very precocious teenager. Stephanie is 18 and has adapted very well, as well as can be expected, to her mother leaving us. I feel I have done a very good job in raising her on my own these past three years. She gets good grades in school and has just started her first year of community college, which brings us to our story.

That particular summer day was probably one of the hottest we ever had. I was out back finishing up the installation of the 8-½ foot tall privacy fence around our backyard. Stephanie had invited two of her classmates over to swim in our pool. They are the same age as she is. They had all grown up together since childhood. I know their parents well and we are close friends. The three of them had been swimming and sunning themselves since late morning. It was around 1 PM and Stephanie told me she had to head back to the campus and finish registering for summer classes.

Carol and Jen wished to stay and swim a bit longer. I told her that was not a problem. I was almost done with the fence and plan on jumping in later to cool off. She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. I watched her leave and thought how much she reminded me of her mother. I noticed on her way out she said something to Carol and Jen who were still in the pool. After she spoke to them, they looked back in my direction and smiled. I waved to her and returned to my work. Finally, after adding water to the last of “Quick-Crete” I was done. I stood back to admire my work and after a minute or so I heard Jen’s voice from behind.

“Now that you are done Mr. Walker, jump in and cool off.”

I turned and smiled saying, “I plan too. That water looks too good.”

Carol and Jen were very attractive young women. They both had tight bodies and long attractive legs, legs that I have often found myself staring at on many occasions. They both are active in school sports. Jen will be attending college on a soccer scholarship and Carol has been offered several scholarships as well but has yet to decide on which one to accept.

I was wearing cut-off jean shorts and had taken my shirt off hours ago. I was hot and the cool water looked so inviting. I slipped off my shoes and dove in off the diving board. I stayed under and came up in the shallow end of the pool. I sunk down into the water keeping just my head above the surface. Carol and Jen swam up beside me.

Carol asked, ” Now doesn’t that feel good?” I moaned, “Oh yes it does.” Jen said, “The fence looks really nice Mr. Walker.” I replied, “Thank you Jen.”

The water glistened in small beads on their tan skin. They looked excited to see me in the pool.

Carol asked, “Can you launch us up like you use to do when we were little.”

I laughed and told her, “I don’t know Carol both of you are not little anymore.”

They both made sad faces and pleaded with me to do this.

Just to shut them up I agreed to do it, but not for long.

We waded out into the 4 ft. area of the pool and I sunk down under the water so that Jen could step onto my shoulders. Once she was there I grabbed her claves with my hands to stabilize her. I was amazed at the smooth firmness of her calves. Immediately I launched myself upward and threw her towards the deep end of the pool. Both of them screamed with laughter. I watched as Jen expertly gained control of her body while airborne and dove neatly into the pool.

As she rose to the surface she exclaimed, “My God that was awesome! Mr. Walker”

Carol immediately shouted, “My turn, my turn.”

I sunk back down under the water. I watched as Carol’s legs moved towards me then to my surprise her left foot nudged into my groin. Instead of moving her foot away she continued to rub it up and down against my cock for several seconds then she placed it upon my right shoulder and her other foot on my left shoulder. I grabbed her calves and like Jens they felt smooth and toned as well. I launched her. She screamed with excitement and with perfect athleticism straightened out her body and knifed neatly into the water.

She rose up next to Jen and said to her, “I did it.”

I stood there as they both swam towards me. I began to feel the excitability in my stomach wondering if Carol’s foot against my crotch was an accident or not.

Jen moved in behind me placing her hands on my shoulders and said, “My turn.”

I sunk back under water and as Jen put her foot on my right shoulder I felt it slip down in front causing her leg to slide down my chest. Her foot also seemed to find its way between my legs as it pressed against my groin rubbing back and forth against my crotch for a good while. İstanbul Escort I rose up out of the pool shaking the water from my face. Jen was apologetic telling me she was sorry and that her foot slipped. I stared at her for a while. She smiled and positioned herself behind me saying, “C’mon Mr. Walker” and pushed me back down. As I went under I heard her tell Carol to hold her up so she does not slip. While underwater I watched Carols legs move forward towards me as she attempted to hold Jen in place on my shoulders. Her feet moved in between my legs and as I reached up to grab Jens calves I looked down and felt Carol’s shins press against my groin. I watched as she slowly and repeatedly rose up on her toes and back down again causing them to rub against my cock. Then she squeezed her shins together sandwiching my rigid cock between them. I felt her shins slide against my abdomen and her knees against my chest as she continued to move my cock from side to side using her legs. I felt myself starting to get harder and then I launched Jen. Immediately Carol made her way behind me and jumped on my back shouting for me to go down. She locked her long legs around my waist and I felt her heels pressing against my now swollen member. I remained above water to catch my breath. As I held her on my back she began to rub my cock with the back of her heels. She shouted, “Down, down Mr. Walker.” I grabbed both her ankles with my hands pressing her heels harder against my stiffening member rubbing her heels up and down against my cock. I heard Carol moan into my right ear as I did this. Carol called Jen over to support her and as I sunk once again under the water I heard her tell Carol that I was really hard. Now I knew this was what they had planned all along. While under water I watched as Jen approached me and moved herself between my legs. She raised her foot up pressed her toes heavily into my stiff cock. She felt the head through my shorts and concentrated her toes there, rubbing them up and down up and down. I felt Carol’s shifting weight on my shoulders as she struggled to keep her balance I reached down with my left hand and grabbed Jen’s cock teasing foot, pressing her toes into my cock even harder. As I did this I heard the girls laughing above me.

I was beginning to really enjoy this knowing that the girls wanted this as much as I did. I had not been sexually active since Becky (my wife) left me. Stephanie had been on me to start dating again. She did not like the idea of me being alone after she left the house for a life of her own. Deep down inside I knew she was right. However, I had become comfortable with my life style and found it difficult to start all over again.

I began to wonder quite seriously how much of what was happening in this pool was Stephanie’s doing in an attempt to awaken me sexually.

Still underwater and running out of air I felt Jen raise her foot up as she began to slip her foot down the front of my shorts. I rubbed her smooth calf with my hand as she did this. I felt her soft toes press against the head and at that time could not hold my breath any longer. I sprang upward and launched Carol. Gasping for air I felt a tugging on my shorts. Jen’s foot was still stuck in the front of my shorts. She continued to flop back into the water not able to gain her footing. Carol saw this and laughed hysterically. I unbuttoned my shorts releasing Jen’s foot. We all laughed together.

I looked longingly at these two wonderful young women and said, “That was fun ladies. I am going to lay out now and dry in the sun. Thank you very much.”

I got out and spread a towel onto the hot concrete near the shallow edge of the pool. I rested on my back and closed my eyes. My cock was still hard and the bulge in my shorts was quite noticeable but that did not matter now. I started to dose off feeling the water evaporate off my skin when I heard Jen’s voice next to me.

“We would be glad to take care of that for you Mr. W.”

I smiled and turned my head to see Carol and Jen, still in the water, resting their chins on their folded arms along the edge of the pool.

Playing along, and knowing what Jen was referring to, I asked, “What problem might that be ladies?”

Carol looked at Jen and then back at me and said, “Your hard on. We would like to relieve you of that…”

Then Jen cut her off adding, “If you would like us to of course.”

Immediately I felt my blood begin to race and the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. A sensation I had not felt in quite some time. It amazed me how forward these two were and how excited I felt about it.

I watched as Jen and Carol rose up out of the pool. I was close enough to the edge as I watched them step over my waist on their way to the lawn chairs. As Jen stepped over me she brushed my bulging cock with the tips of her toes and said, “Come on Mr. W. you know you want us to and besides it would be fun.”

Carol added, while she dried herself off, “Yep, and with the new fence no one would be able to see.”

I thought about it for a while as I watched them drying off their hard Anadolu Yakası Escort sexy bodies and giving me that occasional seductive smile. Then they both approached me. Carol sat down next to me with her legs crossed. Jen spread my legs apart and sat down between them crossing her legs as well. The sun gleamed nicely off their tanned bodies. Carol had brought a bottle of baby oil that they used for tanning themselves. She began to apply it to her legs, as did Jen.

Jen leaned in and asked, “So what do you say Mr. W.?” She tilted her head waiting for my answer.

Seeing Jen there between my legs so close to my bulging cock smiling and looking down between my legs was too great a temptation.

After a while I asked, “What did you two have in mind?”

I saw them both smile and Jen said, “We want to surprise you.”

With that Jen immediately went to work and reached in with both hands gripping the bulge through my shorts kneading and massaging it heavily. Carol position herself at my head resting my head onto her crossed legs giving me a good vantage point to watch Jen. Jen had moved in closer towards my cock keeping her legs crossed forcing me to open my legs wider as I placed them on top of her knees. She kneaded my cock through my shorts for several minutes then ran her hands up each leg fondling my cock underneath my shorts. Her fingers gripped my shaft and balls stroking and prodding. This felt amazing and I began to move my hips up and down and side to side. She smiled as she watched me squirm to her touch. After several minutes of this she pulled her hands from my shorts got on her knees and unbuttoned my shorts pulling them completely off. Leaving me naked in the sun.

As Jen applied the baby oil to my cock I heard Carol say, “You have a really nice body Mr. W.”

Jen said, “Yes you do, and a very good looking cock.” She seated herself between my legs again crossing her legs and spread me open as she began to stroke my cock with both hands. The smell and sound the baby oil made aroused me even further. I watched as Jens tan fingers moved up and down along my shaft first slowly and then gradually picking up speed. After a while of doing this Jen said, ” I love feeling your cock grow in my hands Mr. W.”

Her strokes were strong and deliberate and after a few of these I was starting to pump my hips again.

Carol saw this and said, “Oh yea, he is starting to feel it Jen.”

I turned my head to the side into Carol’s left calf and began to suck on her wonderful tight calf. As I did this I felt her run her fingers through my hair saying, “You like that don’t you.”

After a while Carol said, “Okay Jen its my turn.”

They switched positions and Carol made her way between my legs. I watched as she squirted baby oil into her palms and rubbed them together. She gripped my cock using both her hands, one on top of the other. Her strokes were not as strong as Jen’s but just as affective. The sensation of my cock’s head being rubbed in her left palm while the right palm stroked the shaft was almost unbearable. She also liked to verbalize while she stroked me saying, “I feel your cock throbbing. It’s so hot in my hands.”

The sensation caused by her left hand against my sensitive cocks head caused me to moan, “OH! OH!” with each stroke.”

Carol laughed saying to Jen, ” I get that a lot from guys when I jerk them off. When I hear that I know I am doing something right.”

Jen laughed, saying, “You go girl!” Then she said, “Nothing like a good hand job, don’t you agree Mr. W.?”

I turned my head into Jens calf and moaned.

They both laughed as Carol continued to stroke me causing me to thrust my hips higher and more frequently.

Carol stopped what she was doing to me briefly as I watched her scoot in closer. As she did this I saw her tilt her head to the side in order to look down between my legs. It did not take long for me to figure out what she was doing as I felt my nuts being sandwiched between both sets of her toes. She looked up at me smiling as I felt her wiggle them randomly about. She saw my eyes roll back and she said, “There, that’s much better now.” And continued to jerk me with her hands while she jostled my nuts between her wiggling toes. With each jerk of her hands and clenching of her toes around my nuts I was in absolute bliss. The sensation Carol was giving to me caused me to reach up and grab Jens smooth legs and rock my body from side to side as I jerked my hips upward. Carol and Jen giggled at my body’s response to Carol’s hand and toe action.

After a few more strokes and “Ohs” I heard Carol say, “Bingo! He is starting to ooze.”

Carol stopped stroking me.

I looked up and saw my precum running down between her fingers. Jen moved down along side Carol. Both of them lay side by side on their stomachs between my legs facing me. Jen was to my left and Carol to my right, their shoulders touching and their beautiful faces staring up at me, inches from my stiff throbbing, cock. They whispered back and forth between the two of them. Talking about what to do next. Kartal Escort Then after what seemed to be an eternity Carol looked up at me and said, “OK Mr. W. you are going to get the best hand job you ever had. We are going to drive you nuts.” I watched as Jen lifted my left leg up onto her right shoulder and Carol placed my right leg on her left shoulder. By putting me in this position they tilted my pelvis slightly up causing my balls to dangle freely. Jen gripped the base of my cock between her fingers and thumb. Carol wrapped two fingers directly below the head of my cock pressing her thumb on the sensitive underside of the tip. She began to rub her thumb up and down against the sensitive area while Jen squeezed and stroked my shaft. Carol reached over with her left hand and began to knead the pubic area around the base of my cock with her fingers, applying a deep massage. As she did this I began to feel my cum stirring inside me.

I heard Jen say to Carol, “A little faster now.”

They began to stroke me faster. Carol’s thumb rubbed continuously against the head of my cock causing me to thrust my hips up. Jen worked my shaft over with powerful long strokes. My balls did not swing loosely for long as I felt Jen cup them in her fingers rolling them gently at first. Then she probed her fingertips into the sack wiggling her fingers around. As she did this I felt my nuts sway against her slender fingers. Their pace quickened, Jen’s fingers probed deeper and wiggled faster, Carol pressed and rubbed her thumb faster against the head. I was on edge now and began to pound my pelvis hard into the air. I looked into their smiling young faces so close to my throbbing member.

As they whispered to each other their little secrets and what they were doing to me. I heard Jen tell Carol she could feel the big vein in my shaft swell against her thumb and the ridges along the side of my shaft quiver every time Carol rubbed her thumb across the head. She also told Carol that my nut sack was tightening around her fingertips now. Carol laughed and said that is so cool. I stared into their faces as they stared back at me smiling. Still on their stomachs I watched as they raised the lower part of their legs up behind them and crossing them at the ankles. Seeing their gorgeous tan legs was the final straw as I was loosing precum uncontrollably now. I watched as rivulet upon rivulet eeked out of my head with each passing of Carols thumb across its sensitive area. I saw my shiny precum hit her thumb and then run down her two fingers wrapped around the swollen head of my cock.

As Jen’s fingers stroked up against Carols fingers I saw strings of my precum stick to her fingers as well. I heard Carol tell Jen I think we got him flowing pretty good now. Jen agreed. I felt Carol move her left hand between my legs as she told Jen to grab my left nut between her fingers and she would grab my right nut. I watched as they lowered their heads in order to get a better view of my nut sack. I felt each of their probing fingers trying to grab a nut. They began to laugh between themselves as their attempt to do this took awhile. Finally I felt Jen find hers as she said, “Got it.” Soon after, Carol grabbed my other nut between her index finger and thumb as well. They continued their assault on my cock and the added sensation of each of them rolling a nut around between their fingers in alternating fashion was a very pleasurable and intense sensation. It was more than I could handle as they increased the strokes and thumb rubbing. I was literally coming off the pavement now and they enjoyed it. Carol told Jen to hold on to my nut and not let go.

I was grunting heavily and groaning between my clenched teeth.

I looked down into their faces as they stared back at me smiling. The look they saw on my face must have been a funny site as they both looked at each other and laughed. Jen looked back at me with mock concern on her face and said, “Please don’t cum yet Mr. W. We know you want to but hold on longer.” Then she turned to carol and Laughed.

They got pretty good with my nuts as I felt my balls being rolled like marbles between their fingers. Carol turned to Jen and whispered something in her ear. I looked at my cock and could see that both sets of their fingers were now covered in my precum. Jen whispered something back to Carol and they agreed.

I watched as they leaned in closer. Carol slid her fingers down below the head onto the shaft directly above Jen’s stroking fingers. Both sets of their fingers stroked me in unison. What Carol and Jen did then I will never forget as they both pressed their puckered lips against the underside of my cock’s head and jerked my shaft into their tender lips. I watched in amazement as they stroked my shaft faster and harder than ever before causing it to move back and forth against their supple lips. As they did this they continued to fondle my nuts as well. I was on fire now as I watched the head of my cock press onto their lips. They never let the head of my cock pass between their lips. My precum flowed freely onto their lips running down their chins. Occasionally Jen would touch the tip of her nose on the head as she was really getting into it. My precum stretched across her lips. They began to moan softly and their warm breath added to my excitement. I heard Carol tell me to cum now, to let them jerk me onto their lips and face.

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On Saturday afternoon, James decided to go for a swim at the school pool. Sarah and Charlotte were off with some of the other freshman girls, but Diane had volunteered to join him. As they walked to the pool, James was already imagining her in a bikini, wondering how her breasts would look in it, whether they would bounce as she walked around.

They arrived at the pool, at the entrance of which Miss Elizabeth was stationed as attendant. “Hello, James, Diane,” she called out with a smile, “here for a swim?”

“Yes, Miss Elizabeth,” they chorused.

She pointed them to a small building beside the pool. “Well, every student has an assigned locker there with their swimwear. There are a few changing rooms for the girls, so you, Diane, can get changed there. James, your locker is there with everyone else’s, but the changing rooms are only for the girls, so you’ll have to change in the locker area.”

“Uh…but other people can just pass by there!” James complained. “Can’t I just change inside one of the rooms that is vacant?”

“No, you can’t,” Miss Elizabeth crossed her arms. “Anyway, you’re a boy and can change quickly. Besides, I think all the girls have already seen what you have after last Friday.” She said it in such a deadpan manner that despite Diane’s giggling, James did not want to argue anymore. He started to trudge over to the locker area.

Diane walked beside him. “It’s OK, James,” she said with a cheeky grin, “Besides, I bet you’ll like the view of some of the hot girls once we get in the pool.”

James had to smile back at that. “Can’t deny I’ve been waiting for it.”

As they entered the locker room, James looked out of the corner of his eye. No girls seemed to be passing by. Also, Diane had just retrieved a red one-piece suit from her locker. Bummer, it wasn’t a bikini. She entered one of the changing rooms and locked the door behind her.

James checked his locker and pulled out a white pair of swimming trunks. He paused and thought to himself. Surely I can get changed quickly enough inside one of the changing rooms. But just as he was about to enter the nearest one, a voice suddenly called out.

“What do you think you’re doing?” James turned, heart dropping, to see a tall figure in the doorway, outlined by the sunlight. It wasn’t Miss Elizabeth, but he doubted that would make it any easier on him.

“I just thought…it was vacant.” James explained. “I would just be really fast.”

The girl stepped in and James got a better look at her. She had a proud air about her, and was actually pretty, despite the fact that she looked threatening. “Miss Elizabeth told me to check up on you. Turns out it was a good thing I did. You’re supposed to be changing out here.”

James hung his head silently.

“Now get changed here, quickly,” the girl urged. “I’d like to get Kartal Escort back into the pool already.”

Now that she mentioned it, James noticed the droplets of water still clinging to her, and seeing her wet, shapely body in that green one-piece swimsuit was beginning to excite his penis. “Um…can you just turn around while I change?” He tried it anyway, but knew the answer was going to be a no.

“What? Of course not!” The girl exclaimed. “I had to interrupt my swim to babysit you, I may as well find a way to enjoy myself. Now hurry up and take your clothes off.”

James hesitantly took his clothes off, attempting to cover his penis when he removed his underwear.

“No covering that up,” the girl said in a quiet but authoritative voice.

James removed his hand, revealing his penis already beginning to rise.

“Well, if that’s for me, at least you’re flattering,” the girl smirked as he quickly put the swim trunks on. The girl, having seen him change, walked back out, and James heard a splash as she presumably dove into the pool.

There was a sound of a door unlocking and Diane emerged. She took a look at him and smirked, “We haven’t even gotten into the thick of all the girls and you’re already excited?”

He looked down and noticed that the trunks were thin, and his slight bulge was clearly visible. He hesitantly explained how the girl – he realized he didn’t even know her name – had made him change there.

“Tsk,” Diane muttered. “That’s why you should have just listened to Miss Elizabeth in the first place.”

“Well, actually there would have been no difference,” James argued, “the girl would still have seen me naked when she walked in to check on me.”

“But she might have just taken one look to see that you were following rules, and once she saw it, she may have just gone back.” Diane explained. “Maybe that way you wouldn’t have had time to get aroused from looking at her.” She grinned.

“Maybe.” James conceded, and as they walked out, he made sure to walk behind Diane so others wouldn’t notice his current state.

As they slipped into the pool, Diane quietly turned to him and said, “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you walked behind me.” She giggled. “You owe me for shielding you from view.”

James attempted to relax in the pool, hoping the cool water would also cool his arousal off. But as he and Diane walked around, Diane constantly pointed out the girls’ bodies.

“I bet you’d like her breasts,” she would say, discreetly pointing her eyes at a lone senior in a blue swimsuit who was floating face-up in the water, and whose breasts clearly bulged above the waterline.

James tried to distract himself from her teasing, and diverted Diane’s attention by pointing out the girl who had watched him change in the locker area.

“Green Pendik Escort swimsuit…” Diane thought aloud, “so she’s a junior. If I remember correctly, her name is Patricia.” James filed that away for future reference.

“Want to go nearer to her?” Diane smiled teasingly at him. “Maybe you want a closer look than what you got in the locker area?”

Unsurprisingly, his erection wasn’t going down. Still, he let Diane half-drag him over to Patricia. “Hi, Patricia, I’m Diane, James’ roommate.”

Patricia smiled back at her. “Ah yes, I’m sure you must be enjoying your first week here so far.” She turned to James and assumed a stricter demeanor. “Did you tell her how you tried to break the rules earlier?”

Diane giggled. “Yes, he confessed to me earlier.”

“Well,” Patricia continued in a low voice, “I actually told Miss Elizabeth that you followed the rules on your own. So I hope you’ve learned your lesson, please don’t try to bypass the rules no matter what you think, OK?”

“Oh, thank you for not getting me into more trouble,” James nodded fervently. “I’ll do my best to follow the school rules.”

“That’s alright,” Patricia said, nicely for someone who looked so stern, “I guess you’re still adjusting to how it goes here. But be warned that most girls here are a lot more strict, and they wouldn’t hesitate to report you.” She grinned lasciviously. “Mainly because Miss Elizabeth would probably reward them by letting them play with you.”

James grinned at that. “Hm. Maybe it would be nice to break the rules sometimes…”

Diane laughed heartily as Patricia replied with a smile. “Well, that’s up to you. But to be honest, you’ll have enough chances with pretty much all the girls here, so no sense rushing things. Just take your time and enjoy.” She pointed at the far end of the pool, where there were 4 girls, two in red and two in yellow. “Why don’t you get to know the two sophomores, for starters?”

James and Diane made to begin walking through the water, but Patricia added, “It’s probably faster to get out of the water here and go along the side.” Nodding their assent, they lifted themselves out of the water and walked over. As they drew near, James could make out Natalie and Regina as the two in red.

“Hi, Natalie, Regina,” Diane made the first greetings as she slipped into the pool. James was about to follow, but his two classmates were staring at his crotch with smiles. He looked down to see that his white trunks had essentially become transparent due to the water! The girls could see the outline of his penis clearly, and this thought suddenly excited him further.

A short but loud ripping sound was heard, and the two sophomores cheered as his cock actually tore through the trunks and rose to full mast! As James panicked and covered up, a strong pair of Göztepe Escort arms grabbed him from behind and pushed him into the two sophomores, who squealed as they caught him. He had extended his arms reflexively as if to break the fall, so the girls who caught him promptly turned him over, exposing his cock for all to see, and holding his arms away to keep him from covering himself.

“You see, James,” Patricia said – it had been her who pushed him into the water, apparently she had quietly followed them over, “your trunks are actually made of a material that gets much weaker when wet. While you’re in the water, your erection didn’t break through since there’s some water weighing down on it as well. But once we got you aroused when you were out of the water…” She dissolved into laughs, which were echoed by the other girls.

Diane was the only one who seemed surprised by all of it. “Why didn’t I know this would happen?” She asked between fits of laughter.

“Oh, this happens to every new boy,” one of the sophomores said. “Janice here just told Natalie and Regina about it a few minutes ago, once we saw James coming into the pool area. I’m Camilla, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Camilla, Janice,” Diane said, “I’m Diane.” She glanced at James, who was being held up by the girls, and whose cock was pointing almost vertically up. She couldn’t resist a giggle, which proved contagious to the rest.

“So…” Patricia broke the laughter with a lustful grin at James, “I think it’s time to let the first years experience the most fun part of swimming here at Bellvere.” She slipped into the water and ripped off the rest of James’ trunks, then grasped his cock in her hand.

She gave it a few long, sensuous strokes up and down, and James shuddered in delight. She then moved to take Camilla’s place, and Camilla’s hand did its work. She changed places with Janice, who did the same, eliciting a sigh of pleasure of James. And so it went on, to Natalie, Regina, then Diane.

A new voice spoke, “May I cut in?” It was the senior with large boobs that Diane had pointed out to James earlier. Now that she was right beside him, James realized that it was none other than Janet, who had teamed up with Hannah just yesterday to make him blow his load. The memory was undoubtedly arousing, and as she took his dick in hand and stroked like the others, it felt incredibly good.

He lost all track of who was holding him afloat and who was doing the stroking (they seemed to be taking turns), until he felt the familiar pressure approaching. He opened his eyes to see Patricia furiously jacking him off.

“He’s cumming!” She announced as she felt his twitching. The first shot flew high up to the cheers of the girls, and the succeeding ones grew progressively weaker as James’ orgasm faded.

“Wow,” was all he could say at the experience. The girls finally let him go, and each girl hugged him one by one, thanking him for the show. They returned to the changing rooms – James changed in the locker area, with no further protests – and happily walked him and Diane back to their dorm room.

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The lecturer’s voice was a steady drone in the background as Claire stared intently at the webpage on her laptop. Miracle Grow! Female growth hormone treatment. Become a sexier, more feminine you. Noticeable improvements overnight! Do it yourself from home today! The improbable taglines were accompanied by a single photo of a beautiful, young and ridiculously large breasted blonde in a low cut top.

Claire wasn’t stupid enough to be convinced by this. She’d seen many sites like it and knew well that almost all of them were scams. The fact was, she was desperate.

As a teenager, Claire had developed rather late – a source of great embarrassment and anxiety for her. She was 16 before her small breasts had grown enough to fill a B cup and her plain, childlike body had remained relatively unchanged since then. Now eighteen, Claire had long since given up on ‘filling out’ any further.

She’d visited a doctor once a while back to see if anything could be done. He’d told her that her slightly underdeveloped body was a result of a hormone imbalance and had prescribed her a dose of progesterone that only succeeded in giving her a bout of acne and mood swings. After that he’d said the only other option was surgery, but Claire was a broke student and besides, a pair of fake tits would look ludicrous on her childlike frame. She needed a whole body transformation and she clung to the hope that a hormone treatment existed that could turn her into the woman she wanted to be.

So ever since starting university that year, surrounded by attractive young women at the height of their femininity, Claire had begun to search for such a hormone treatment, scouring forums and reading recommendations on various sites. She’d now tried more than ten different supplements, all promising the same miracle effects but only managing to give her various manifestations of the side effects listed on the warning labels: increased libido, tender breasts, interrupted periods etc.

It was frustrating, and she felt like a human guinea pig; and yet it had become like an addiction for her. There was something exciting about popping pills and pumping herself full of oestrogen and progesterone, always seeking to transform into some kind of fertility goddess. She was miserable in her own skin and the hope of finally becoming a ‘real’ woman was an obsession for her.

Now, scouring the webpage in front of her, seated at the back of the lecture theatre so as to remain discreet, she felt that familiar feeling of excitement mixed with skepticism. She looked again at the photo of the woman. ‘Kitty Brookes – founder’ read the caption. Kitty’s huge breasts looked fit to burst out of her top and her smoulderingly sexy expression filled Claire with desire and envy. And decisiveness. She whipped out her credit card and ordered the starter kit before shutting her laptop with a loud snap.

She suddenly realised the room had gone quiet. The lecturer was looking up at her with a mocking quizzical look on his face, while half the lecture theatre turned to stare at her. Claire blushed and muttered an apology. Then, unable to bear the embarrassment, she fled from the hall with her things.

*****

Claire dived into the M-block bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. She was flushed around her neck, as she tended to be whenever she felt embarrassed or socially awkward, which was often. She slowly tried to control her breathing while examining herself sadly.

She had a pretty, angular face with big brown eyes and freckles. Her dark brown hair was straight and hung over one side of her face. Below her fine neckline, her small body was obscured by a thick fur lined windbreaker. Her skinny legs protruded from beneath a short black skirt, giving her a waif-ish look.

Claire sighed to herself, though inwardly glad this ‘mirror session’ didn’t remind her of the rest of her hopelessly immature looking body with its small mounds of breasts and narrow hips. She felt the urge to cry at the thought but then remembered the Miracle Ataşehir Escort Grow, set to arrive in just a couple of days. Maybe this was the one she’d been waiting for? It gave her a thread of comfort at least.

Just then the door opened and two girls came in, laughing. One Claire recognised as Xanthe, a curvy brunette who seemed to effortlessly ooze sex appeal. The other was a cute blonde with pouty lips and her hair in a clip. The pair were dressed in tight gym clothes, their firm asses and large tits tightly crammed into yoga pants and sports bras. Claire blushed with her combined humiliation and lust.

‘Hi there sweetie!’ Xanthe said patronisingly, coming up behind Claire at the mirror and grabbing her small ass in her hands. She gasped exaggeratedly. ‘Your butt’s so little and flat! How’s any guy gonna notice you, let alone get his cock inside you!’. Both girls laughed.

Claire blushed intensely as Xanthe leaned towards the mirror, showing off her beautiful round tits and sticking out her plump rear. She made a kissy face at herself and applied more lipstick. The other girl was similarly occupied with her makeup, so Claire brushed hurriedly past them and left, feeling deflated and humiliated beyond even her own experience. She rushed home to cry.

****

It was finally Thursday, the day Claire’s special delivery was set to arrive. She took the day off uni to pamper herself. This one felt like more of an occasion than the others and Claire felt nervous. It felt somehow make or break, as though if Miracle Grow wasn’t for real, she might as well give up. On her dreams and… Possibly everything.

She tried to block out the negative thoughts; she didn’t want to jinx it – and instead busied herself shaving her pussy and legs, washing herself, applying moisturiser and painting her nails. She wanted to feel as feminine as possible as if to give the treatment the best possible place to start from. She resisted the urge to check the front door until eleven.

At last, holding her breath, she ventured onto her doorstep in her robe at 11:05. There it was! A large cardboard box with an airmail sticker addressed to her. She brought it inside, laid it on the kitchen table and began to unceremoniously tear open the packaging. She was taken aback to find only a small sachet of a white powder, as well as a pamphlet bearing the words ‘Directions for use’.

Feeling bemused she nonetheless opened the pamphlet. An insert slipped out, which she picked up. She was greeted by the seductively smiling face of Kitty Brookes, striking a sexy pose and wearing a short tight black dress. The text opposite simply read ‘I’m so glad you’ve chosen Miracle Grow my darling customer. Prepare to have your wildest dreams surpassed by my incredible product. This is not to be taken lightly. You are about to undertake the biggest and most fulfilling transformation a woman can undertake. Are you ready?

Claire rolled her eyes slightly at this but she could feel her heart beating faster and realised just how excited she was.

She turned back to the directions. ‘Mix sachet with cup of warm water, consume with meal. Changes begin within 24 hours.

Claire followed the instructions frenziedly, wolfing down her lunch before steadily gulping down the odd concoction. It tasted mildly sweet and gave her an immediate tingling all over her body, focused somewhere in her loins. She immediately started heading to the mirror but turned back, forcing herself to wait the whole 24 hours. It was ridiculous to expect miraculous changes in just seconds, 24 hours was bad enough.

She continued her usual routine for the rest of the day, doing some uni work before slipping into bed. Her skin felt hot and the tingling was still there. She also felt extraordinarily horny – though she ignored this, not wanting to lose any of the precious sleep in which her transformation would hopefully occur.

She drifted finally to sleep, her last thoughts of round boobs and butts and the beautiful and mysterious Kadıköy Escort face of Kitty Brookes, eyeing her knowingly.

****

Claire awoke gradually, her mind slowly coming into focus like an old TV being turned on. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, her mind blank. Then suddenly she jolted upright as she remembered the Miracle Grow. She froze momentarily, her heart suddenly racing. Then, very slowly, she peered down at her body, pre-emptively expecting to see her normal, disappointing self.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realised she was anything but her normal self. She couldn’t see most of her body at all because her vision was blocked by a large, round pair of gorgeous breasts. Her breasts. She’d gone to sleep in her usual tank top and her newly grown tits were nearly overflowing out of it, her hard nipples just barely covered by the stretchy fabric. She could see them poking out beyond her generous cleavage.

Trying not to squeal with joy, Claire clamped her hands onto her luscious tits and squeezed them, eliciting an involuntary shiver of pleasure from herself. They were very firm and stayed high and tight when she lifted them up to bounce down heavily.

She was excited; unbelievably so – but at the same time she wanted to savour this. She wanted to enjoy revealing her newly womanly body to herself. After playing with her juicy boobs for another minute, she decided the next thing to check out was her face. She wasn’t expecting major changes to her face and of all parts of her, it was the one she had been least dissatisfied with previously. She grabbed her phone off the bedside table and turned on the inward facing camera.

The face on the screen was indeed familiar, and yet it was like an entirely new, more experienced, more sexy version of herself had materialised there. Her lips looked more kissable – slightly fuller and more pouty; her dark hair looked thicker and perhaps a bit longer and Claire thought it shone with a new lustre as it fell around one side of her face, though it was hard to tell. Everything else looked unchanged, except her eyes, which seemed to shine with a liveliness and… power. They looked so seductive that Claire nearly forgot they were her own.

I’m a totally changed being, thought Claire. Me, but… The Me I’ve always wanted to be. She felt intensely happy as, resisting the urge to take a sexy selfie right there and then, she clicked off her phone and chucked it aside. Now… what else has changed…

She trembled with hyperactive anticipation as she swung her legs over the side of the bed intending to head for the bathroom mirror. That was when she got a real fright.

As she moved, she felt something that had been resting between her legs flop into her thigh. She gasped, and jumped upright, expecting to feel whatever it was drop down the leg of her pyjama bottoms. Instead, she felt the mass resting against her, and she could feel its weight between her legs. It was attached to her.

She was completely perplexed for a second or two, before an awful idea started forming in her head. Slowly, so as not to stir whatever it was as she moved, she pulled her pyjama bottoms down. She met more resistance then she expected, but then as she finally wrenched them off, her sneaking suspicion was confirmed. There, swaying between her legs where her pussy should be, was a thick, flaccid cock.

She stared at it in horror. It hung there like a fat snake, extending more than half way to her knees. Veins stood out from its thick shaft and as she watched, it throbbed noticeably, leaving its length quivering. Tentatively, she reached out to wrap her hand around it and found that her fingers couldn’t quite meet around its girth. Lifting the heavy appendage, she noticed a pair of large, round testicles swinging from its base.

Taking a slow, deep breath, Claire’s mind decided to go into denial mode. She kicked her pants from around her ankles before slowly and deliberately walking to the bathroom. She still Bostancı Escort hadn’t checked out the rest of her body yet and if it meant ignoring this… thing… then so be it. Naked from the waist down, she stepped in front of the large bathroom mirror. Trying to blot out the huge throbbing member hanging low between her legs, she checked herself out.

Her legs were still slender but seemed to have gained more shape, especially at her thighs where they thickened and widened into what were now sexy, curvaceous hips. Her waist was the same but due to her now bulging breasts and curvier figure, it looked comparably tiny and her body now formed a delicious hourglass. As she spun around to look at her ass, she felt her massive cock thwack into her thigh, giving her an odd tingle of pleasure. She bit her lip and continued to ignore it, looking over her shoulder at her ass which was now round and plump with barely a hint of a crease. The curve of her back accentuated its bubble shape and reaching back, she could feel its firmness. Still ignoring the huge cock and balls dangling down from between her legs, she spread her ass cheeks and looked appreciatively at her hairless asshole.

Her examination complete, Claire felt a thrill as she looked at herself front on again. Her tits looked amazing, stuffed into her tiny tank top, further sexualising her now permanently seductive face. Damn, I looked so sultry and slutty! This is what I’ve always dreamed of! She thought, but then remembered the immense cock she’d almost managed to forget about.

She gawped as she looked down, for her cock had hardened, lengthening considerably and rising so that it stood just higher than perpendicular to her body. It was now thicker than her arm, and still growing larger, flexing rhythmically of its own accord. She turned to see it side on and saw that it protruded all of sixteen inches from her, the weight of its thick quivering shaft causing it to bow slightly. Its throbbing head was as large as her fist, and from its tip, a glistening bead of pre cum appeared.

Had she done this to herself? Had she been turned on by her body? She was turned on now anyway, and looking at her monstrous, meaty cock was beginning to drive her wild. Without knowing what she was doing, she grabbed it near the head and began stroking it about half the way down, before sliding back up. It felt amazing. Her thick phallus seemed to get even harder in her hand, and more pre cum rolled from the tip.

She watched herself in the mirror as she wanked herself, her immense member looking ludicrously big jutting out from her still petite frame. Her tits strained against her top and her nipples were so hard they hurt. With her free hand she released them to spring over her top. She grinned wildly at herself. She looked so incredibly, sinfully sexual in that moment, stroking her huge cock with her ass and tits out. What a slut, she thought. What a fucking sexy slut.

She felt a building of pleasure in her cock and she stroked faster, moaning softly as she felt an almighty orgasm approaching. She felt the urge to slam her new cock into someone and she animalistically bucked her hips as she felt her climax begin to wash over her. Still frantically rubbing up and down her long shaft, she felt her knees buckle as her cock suddenly erupted, spurting ropes of thick cum to splatter up the wall. She could feel her heavy balls tensing with each shot, the spasm rippling up her length before the head bobbed with another massive blast. The pleasure was indescribable.

After shooting what looked like bucket loads of cum all over the walls, floor and mirror, the flow finally subsided. Claire was left in a dazed heap on her back on the bathroom tiles, her twitching cock resting against her tits. Her chest heaved as her rapid breathing slowly returned to normal. She gentle stroked the thick shaft of her endowment, milking the last drops from it, before leaning forward and surprising herself with being able to suck the tip.

She breathed a blissful sigh. The transformation she had longed for had at last come to pass, only she had become a far more divine and sexual being than even she could have hoped. Looking down at her still semi erect cock resting on her round, pillowy tits, she giggled to herself. This was going to be fun.

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15 years ago my ex girl friend Kelly taught me to love cum. I was a naughty married 40 year old and she was an experienced 47-year-old whore. I knew when we started dating that she was a slut and didn’t bother me, it actually added to the excitement. One night I arrived at her home around 9pm.

I let myself in her house and met her in the bedroom where she was already naked. She loved to have her pussy ate and asked me to lie back so she could be on top of me and feed me her pussy, while I laid on my back. She said “I have a naughty surprise for you!” She placed a blindfold on me and reached over me for Velcro cuffs and cuffed both my wrists to each side of the head board. I was about to ask what her big surprise was, she started to grind her pussy into my face, chin and my mouth. I felt warm, sticky and salty liquid drop into my mouth. Large, thick, salty globs entered my mouth as she squeezed it into my face.

I kept to licking not knowing what having a choice, but I heard her moan more and more as I liked her pussy clean. The taste was sweet and salty and she came over and over as I cleaned her pussy completely clean.. Kelly kept asking if I like what her husband left for me.

She came down to kiss me and asked if I liked licking Kenny’s cum from her pussy. I said “What the…” and she interrupted reminding me that I must’ve liked it. I reluctantly agreed that it excited me to lick another man’s cum from her pussy. She then admitted to me that many times we had sex it was right after Kenny had fucked her before he left for work or when he just got home from work, before she left to go shopping at Macy’s and Victoria Secrets.

Until tonight she had always cleaned the cum out of her pussy but tonight she had changed her mind and wanted me to taste his cum mixed with her juice. We then had sex and fell asleep for about an hour, when her cell phone rang when he called and asked her to grab the boys and Iced Dunkin Donuts Coffee.

After continuing like this for a few months Kelly said she wanted to try something different. She called me at work one day and started talking nasty, about how excited she was for our kink night. She told me to be at her house no later than 3pm and be ready for some nasty fun. I could hardly wait for the Maltepe Escort day to come to an end early. I had already jerked off before I left for work in the morning and I was walking around with an 8.5″ hard-on throughout the day.

I arrived at sprawling country ranch at 2:55pm and let myself in their back door and I heard her call me into the room. I got naked and walked in and to my surprise her husband

Kenny was just starting to slide his cock in her pussy. She commanded that I sit down and wait because she wanted to make sure I was able to clean her pussy while her husband’s cum was still hot and steamy inside her.

I found out later that Kenny had noticed her ass was red from our 2 hour sex fest last Friday and she had to come clean to her husband. He didn’t believe her story so she mentioned it to him that I was her cum slave. She was only using him, because of his big cock. He said he didn’t believe any man would agree to clean her fat, cum filled pussy out. He said he would have to see it to believe her, that I would eat her cum filled pussy. He pumped her for what seemed like 20 minutes in reality, it probably was more like 10 minutes when he came deep inside her and then she looked up and called me over to her lying on the bed, with just the movement of one finger. I rose up from the chair in the corner of their master bedroom and crawled up between her sprawled legs. Her husband rolled off their King Sized bed and he walked into their master bathroom and started to pee. I then heard running water and I looked up and saw him washing his long, thin cock with water from the antique vanity. He kept reaching for more water with his cupped hand and kept rinsing his Indian cock off. Kelly got pissed that I was watching him clean his cock off and said out loud, stop looking at my husband and start cleaning my steaming pussy, as Kelly said this she cuffed my hands with the Velcro cuffs and slipped a black blindfold over my face, so I couldn’t see a thing. I got busy again and began licking the thick white, hot cum out of her sopping wet pussy. Her clit seemed grow very large, maybe 2″ long and very thick, like a small penis.

I was so hard and so turned on that she came twice while I was licking her clean. İstanbul Escort As I was licking her I felt the bed behind me move. Her husband must have climbed behind me and I felt him pushed my face down onto her pussy. While I was still licking her, I felt something cold on my anus, and then He entered me from behind while I licked her pussy. The pain was excoriating, and I started to fight it, at which Kelly used her scarf to wrap it around my neck and tightened it. She warned me, not to fight her husband’s cock, because if he wanted her to she’d have to choke me to my death. I was scared, because as she said this he pushed all the way in my virgin as in one deep stroke, tearing my ass up.

I started to move and Kelly told me to keep licking and Kenny told me to make sure I licked her good, because if she didn’t cum when he did, I’d be in trouble. While I was down on her pussy he kept pushing in to me from behind. I was trying to time her cum, so it happened at the same time as his. I kept licking and sucking her pussy and clit until he came in my ass, at which I sucked her clit really hard and she seem to squirt in my mouth, so started to flick her clit lightly, which seemed to keep her coming and coming over again. He then pulled out and told me to clean his cock of the cherry lube using my mouth.

I did as I was told and realized I liked being a submissive cum slut. As I was cleaning my girl friend’s pussy he got dressed and told us that he would be with some friends from work.

After my girl friend was clean she told me I could fuck her if I was willing to lick her pussy clean afterwards. I was so horny that I agreed but after Cumming I started too chickened out. So as I lay down she crawled up on top of me and wrapped her muscular legs around my head and commanded me to lick and suck my spent cum from her fat, sore, bald pussy, so I did as I was told.

I never realized how much I cum until I licked it out of her. Over the next week Kelly loved making me her submissive slut and I loved being it. I did everything she said and she told me it was a warm up for the weekend ahead. I was not sure about Friday evening but I was still very turned on waiting for it.

I got home about 6pm. There was Kelly dirty Anadolu Yakası Escort dancing for several men who were all naked. There must’ve been 7 guys there who were friends of Kenny’s. My girl friend said, “Here comes our little cum slut”. Kelly sat on this guy’s cock, and told me to come over and lick her as she bounced up and down on his hard thick cock.

I licked his balls, shaft and her pussy and she even had me suck him when he fell out of her pussy one time. She was sucking on another cock and the first guy was still fucking her pussy. His cum squirting cock slipped out of her pussy and Kelly immediately pushed my head down to take his cock in my mouth as he finished Cumming, I licked all the cum up and then licked her clean.

I couldn’t believe I had just eaten cum straight from a man’s cock. She climbed off of him and climbed onto Kenny and had me in the same position. I licked his balls and cock until he came inside her. I then cleaned his cock off and her pussy again.

This continued on for each guy until they all came in her. She then wanted me to start getting their cocks hard again, so I had one cock in my hand and the other in my mouth. One guy went over to fuck my girl friend as the other one told me to keep sucking him. I kept sucking and was starting to really get into it. I was deep throating his 8 1/2 inch cock I was slobbering all over his cock and balls I didn’t even realize that everybody had stopped and was watching me.

I felt his balls tighten up and he filled my mouth with cum and they all clapped. Kelly told me I was such a good cum slut and came over to kiss me. This went on all weekend at their beach house on the Cape. Some of the men left for a while and came back but by the end of the weekend they had all came about 10 times each. Kelly and I had either sucked each and every one of them or fucked them each. I sucked all the cum out of there cocks or licked it out of Kelly’s pussy.

Our relationship changed after that weekend of lust. I was not allowed to cum in her pussy any more without cleaning it. I could fuck her but if her husband was going to come home and fuck her after me, she would make me pull out and she would jerk me off into a glass and I was made to drink it back down. Sometimes she would jack me off on her tits and I loved to lick it off. Our affair for more than 10 years and I loved the experience. I ate lots of cum filled pussy and sucked many cocks for her. I wished my wife was more open to this type of play. But she isn’t so I have to play behind her back.

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1st Day: Car Accident. The Consequences

I was only driving too carefully on the shapely country road, on that Sunday early afternoon. My old car didn’t give me many chances of overspeeding. Even now, I’m almost certain that it wasn’t my fault. The young lady in shorts on the mountain bike was to blame. She literally fell on my car when I was trying to overtake her. She only fell. I actually think that she didn’t even touch my car. Well yes, she was scared but nothing more. No bruises and other injuries, as I found out later. But I had to believe her when she told me that she couldn’t move and I had to take her to her place. Even more I had to carry her wrecked bike as well.

Fortunately her place was not far away and I was driving into her country house in a few minutes. She didn’t say a word during this small trip. She only moaned making her beautiful face look ugly. She must me about twenty five years old I told to myself, very good looking. In fact she might work as a model, I could almost bet on this.

I parked the car in front of the main door. Very nice place I thought. She told me to help her get out of the car and assist her to the door. When she opened the door, I realized that she must be quite wealthy and certainly with a very good taste. I helped her sit in her living room couch. She asked me if I could bring her a glass of water from the kitchen.

Lucky me, I thought, the police was not involved (yet). Car accidents involving injuries (even small ones) can cause troubles, even if it wasn’t your fault. Soon I’ll be off and driving.

By the time I brought the water she had slipped her long athletic socks to ankle height. Strange, I thought, since she could barely move. Then she told me that both her ankles were aching and asked me if I could soothe them. OK I thought, why not. Since she couldn’t move (as she kept saying), she asked me to help her with her athletic shoes.

I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her in order to take them off. Then she told me to help her with her socks, which I did. Her feet didn’t look bruised at all. And her toe nails were lovely manicured and painted red, probably by a true professional.

She lazily rest her feet on my lap and I started massaging her ankles very gently. She seamed to be enjoying it a lot.

After some time she asked me if I could massage her ankles a bit harder. OK I said, no problem. I still wonder if she was in real pain. She then asked me if I could carry on with her feet altogether, telling me that she felt a bit better. I started massaging her feet starting from her beautiful toes up to the ankles, down to the heels, her soles, back to the toes and so on. She looked very relaxed, with a beautiful smile on her lovely face.

Then she started saying how dangerous the situation could be, and how lucky I was that the police weren’t involved. She told me that she needed a good rest, and certainly someone to help her back on her feet again. She asked me if I could afford to pay the expenses since I was responsible for the accident (was I?).

-I’m afraid no, I said. I’m not that rich.

Can’t we find some other way? I asked.

-Then you have to be this person. It seems you are quite good at it. I think I won’t be able to move freely for a couple of days, not to mention going to work. You can stay here, I have a spare room upstairs. When I’m all right, you can go and we both forget the incident. Do you agree?

-Well, you don’t give me a lot of chances miss …..

-Natasha, Natasha Smith. Pleased to have met you ….

-Stanley, just Stanley (I lied. Better not give my real name).

-Well Stanley the matter is settled, from now on you work for me as my servant and physiotherapist, until I get better, she said happily. Could you please go to the kitchen to fix me something to eat? A sandwich would be nice, she said lifting her feet from my lap.

I went to the kitchen. Her refrigerator was full of goodies. I didn’t have any problems preparing two nice cheese sandwiches and an orange juice. I took them to the living room. She was still sitting on the couch, her bare feet on the floor.

-You can leave them here, next to the couch. And Stan, will you turn the TV set on and bring me the remote control, please?

I did as I was told, thinking that the days to follow would be very busy (at least for me). Fortunately she seems very polite and understanding. There was an armchair close to the couch. The TV was on, time for me to get some rest as well. I sat down. She Anadolu Yakası Escort was eating the first sandwich, sipping some orange juice from time to time. She told me with a soft pleasant voice:

-You make very tasty sandwiches Stan, well done! Thank you very much for being such a gentleman. But aren’t you forgetting something?

-I beg your pardon?

-My naked feet Stan, they feel cold. Come here to warm them with your magic hands, as you did before.

-But I thought I was soothing them from pain; aren’t you in pain any more, Natasha? If you feel better already, I might as well leave and forget the incident.

Her reaction stunned me. She suddenly became very serious. Her voice was angry.

-Now look here Stan. Don’t you ever get clever with me.

Let’s get some things straight. You agreed to be my servant for as much as I feel ill, so start behaving like one. For starters don’t you ever again call me Natasha. We are not equal. I am ‘Madame’ to you. And never again criticize my orders. You are here to serve me, or I’ll through you out.

And you know what’s going to happen then. I have very good friends in the police department. They would virtually believe everything I say. It’s going to be your miserable word against mine. This is your last chance. You either leave now and face the consequences, or stay by my rules. Is this understood?

I was beginning to think something was wrong, but the situation I was facing was far more serious than any expectations. What happened to that beautiful polite lady I met some time ago? Was she bluffing? I couldn’t count on this. My word against hers, well that was definitely going to make me a looser. The facts were against me. There was no decision to make. I simply had to accept.

-Yes Madame, it is clearly understood. I’ll stay and be your servant for as much as you feel necessary.

-So don’t waste my valuable time. Come here to warm my feet!

I stood up, and sat down cross-legged in front of her again. She placed her feet on my lap and I started the massage. How did I fell into her trap, I’ll never know.

She was now finishing the second sandwich. She left the plate on the small sofa my the couch. She turned the TV set off.

-Now let’s get down to business shall we? Her voice was hard and cold.

Since we finished with formalities I’ll tell you your duties here. Unfortunately you are not a trained servant, I can see this. I don’t know what your main job is and frankly I don’t care. Here you’ll be my obedient servant. If you make a mistake I am planning to punish you, as it pleases me. Of course you can leave anytime you like and face the consequences. I’m now going to tell you what you have to do and what you mustn’t do. Try to remember them. I hate repeating myself. Don’t bother giving me an answer. You could only say YES Madame!

I was still massaging her feet, thinking that I’m really in trouble. I only managed to face her in the eyes with an obedient look. Then she started with the rules.

-You never say no to me…

You never look at me in the eyes unless I tell you to do so…

My wish is your command…

You never speak to me unless necessary, or ordered to do so…

You must keep the house clean and tidy. You clean my clothes, prepare my food and generally watch the house…

In fact, to make things simple, you do as I say and as I like…

By the way I don’t like your silly name. Did you ever think that I believed you’re called Stanley? How foolish of you, stupid boy! I need some other name to call you. A name that suits my position, reflecting yours. Yes, I found it! I shall be calling you slave, with small ‘s’. Yes, I like that, how clever of me, that’s your new name for as long as you are here. You’d better get used to your new name, slave!

My new name she says! Better say my new social position. How such a beautiful woman can be so cruel? I’ll never know.

-By the way slave, since I cannot visit my beauty parlor, you’ll be my beautician as well. I imagine you will be able to take care of my hair with my instructions. I will take care of my hands and face, but you have to take care of my body and especially my feet. I’ m very proud of my feet and I always want them to be nice. As you realize it’s impossible for me to bend, so you’ll have to do it. And I don’t mean just a massage. I have all the gear you need. By God, it’s going to be a very interesting healing period, at least for me. It was very nice that we met in such Bostancı Escort a way my good and obedient slave. I’m going to enjoy every minute I’ll spend with you in my service. One of my childhood dreams is coming true.

Her voice became soft again.

-As a child I often dreamt of being Cleopatra, the queen of Egypt. With lots of slaves to attend to my needs, whichever they were. I would sit dreaming for hours, relaxing, giving orders and punishing disobedient slaves. You are only one, but you have to make do. I think I’m going to be ill for a longer period than I had, or you had imagined. From now on, I’m Cleopatra and you are my humble slave.

Now I have to think what Cleopatra’s slaves would do to show her their gratitude and total submission.

Do you have any idea slave? she said pushing me with her right foot on the floor.

-No Madame, I’ sorry, I said, taking my old position with her feet on my lap.

-I didn’t think that you do. Anyway you are not here to think but to obey. I’ll do the thinking for you.

Let me think now… YES I’ve got it! she said mischievously.

In the medieval ages a gentleman would kiss a lady’s hand to show his appreciation. A slave should do something humbler than this gesture. Now slave this is my wish and your command, she said in a serious voice.

You must kiss my feet every time you have to show me your gratitude, appreciation and total obedience. If I wear shoes then you have to kiss them instead. Needless to say that you must do this on your knees!

-Yes Madame, I stumbled, keeping my eyes low, level with her feet. But how do I know when I have to do this?

-You stupid worm! Must I tell you what is obvious? Every time you see me of course! In fact start right now! She said pushing me away with her feet.

-Come here, you miserable slave, to show me your obedience!

I knelt in front of her, bent down to the floor and kissed her feet once.

-Is my Madame satisfied? I asked on my knees.

-Well not exactly as I thought. Something is missing. We both have to improvise. Let’s see.

First of all every time you kiss my feet I must realize that your intentions are to worship me. Remember, I’m your mistress and you’re my slave. This must be very clear. In a way it must be obvious that my position is very high and yours very low. Let’s try something a bit more sophisticated. I think you can make it.

This time you kneel in front of me, placing your hands on the floor, head down. I rest my feet on your hands and you worship me, saying something nice. Do it, slave!

Still kneeling, I stretched my arms and placed my palms upwards on the floor by her bare feet, staring at her toe nails. She placed her feet on my hands. I slightly closed my fingers gently enclosing her soles in my palms. Moving my face close to her feet I pressed my mouth on her toe nails giving her a warm wet kiss on each foot. Then I said:

-I am Your humble slave, Madame! Your Wish is my command!

My face was still close to her feet, my mouth almost touching her toes. I felt a strange warm feeling at that moment. Something telling me that I actually liked what I was doing. But I couldn’t understand why.

-Much better now. I’m quite pleased. I’m beginning to feel like a queen. But you said too many words. You are not here to talk, but to obey. You must always remember this. I think you should stick to “Your Wish is my command” for the time being.

By the way, I just realized that your warm breath on my feet pleases me. Stay down there warming my feet with your breath, slave. And next time remember to take your watch off. It makes too much noise touching the floor and in any case you won’t be needing it while you are here.

I stood there for a long time, softly blowing my warm breath on her feet, keeping them warm. Something urged me to kiss her feet again but I wouldn’t dare.

-Your hands make a nice foot mat, slave and you just gained your second honorary title: you are my personal foot warmer, as well as my personal slave. Don’t you feel happy?

-Yes Madame, I’m very happy, I said continuing to warm her feet with my breath.

-You know slave, the scene is almost perfect. Here I am, sitting on my couch, like a real queen, with a man lying next to my feet in total submission and obedience. You are much better than a dog I used to have. You should see yourself in a mirror, she said smiling playfully. Just now, you are nothing more than a warm foot mat. And you belong to me! I Erenköy Escort can do anything I like with you!

When I finish with your training, you’ll be my best buy. You learn fast, and I’m beginning to like you. I can actually assure you that with my guidance you’ll be the perfect slave in no time. My female friends will envy me when they see you at work here.

I might even let them borrow you, for a couple of hours only. I can’t afford to loose you for a longer period. I think every woman in the world should have at least one dedicated slave. I’m so anxious to show you to my friends! In fact why not give a party for them here tomorrow evening. What an idea!

Here is your program for tomorrow slave :

You’ll prepare what is necessary in the morning. Simple things like what you did before. Some club sandwiches, salad sandwiches, toasts, vegetable salad, cheese and juices. Wine and alcohol is in the bar, next to the TV set. You’ll find cool beer in the refrigerator. I’ll try not to disturb your program in the morning, but don’t take it for granted. Don’t forget that I make the rules, slave!

You’ll get some rest early noon after you serve me lunch. A couple of the sandwiches prepared for the party. In the afternoon you’ll help me become beautiful. I want my friends to find me stunning in every detail, from head to toe. You’ll prepare my bath, help me with the bath, make my hair, give me a nice massage putting lotion all over my body and finally, but most important, treat my feet. I’ll tell you the details tomorrow. My God, I so happy! You are my lucky lottery ticket, slave!

Tomorrow evening I’ll introduce you to the other girls in the party as my personal slave. Of course I expect you to worship me as best as you can. If I’m not satisfied, you’ll be punished. No other man will be here tomorrow but you. So that we can do anything we like, without anyone complaining, or even trying to defend you.

I couldn’t see her from my position by her bare feet, but I could realize from the touch of her voice that she was really excited, like a small spoilt child. Tomorrow would be a hard day for me. Somehow I think I liked the idea. I wonder why…

-Now slave, I’m going to bed. You’ll help me of course.

She lifted her feet, thus freeing my hands. She stood up and went up the stairs to her bedroom, ordering me to follow.

Her bedroom was large, tidy and smartly furnished. A large double bed was in the center, covered with a pink blanket.

I helped her get undressed, put her night gown on and pulled the blanket for her to lie down. She sat on the edge of the bed and ordered me to clean her soles from the dust, since I didn’t fetched her slippers as I should.

I knelt in front of her and took her right foot on my hands, carefully wiping off the dust from her sole, with my fingers. I carefully lowered her foot to the floor and proceeded with the other.

When I finished, I took both her feet on my hands, bending down to the floor and kissed them softly.

-Your wish is my command, Madame! Your humble servant bids you goodnight.

She lifted her feet and lied on the bed. I carefully pulled the blanket over her. She didn’t say a word. I walked out of the room closing the door very carefully behind me.

My room was next to hers. Small but nice. A small door on the side lead to a tiny bathroom. I’d better have a look around to know the house, I thought.

The main bathroom was on the other side of Madame’s room. As I found out, you could reach it either from the corridor, or from Madame’s bedroom. It was large and smartly decorated. The bath tab (like a small round pool) was in one corner, with curtains to hide the view, if ever needed. An easy chair with a foot stool was next to the bath tab. I found her slippers near by. A large cabinet on one side was full of Madame’s shoes. There must be over 30 pairs, all kind of shoes, and very expensive. Next to it, a smaller cabinet contained various towels. On top of it I saw all sort of beauty creams and lotions, including a small case with manicure equipment (files, clippers, nail polish remover and pads, nail polish…). A laundry basket was placed behind the main door. A large mirror decorated one side of the room. I looked at myself wondering what’s going to happen in the near future. I couldn’t get an answer.

I took her slippers to my room and put them on the small cabinet by the bed. Next time I won’t forget, I thought. I went downstairs to get acquainted with the kitchen and utensils. I also cleaned the dishes. I then went out to park my old car somewhere at the back yard behind the house, I wouldn’t be needing it for some time. Finally, I went upstairs to my room to get some rest. Tomorrow would be a very busy day.

I lied down. Soon I fell fast asleep…

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It was getting very late and everyone at the Grand Ball was quickly getting drunk and obnoxious. At the bar, at one end of the huge hall where the ball was held, a very exciting incident occurred between two very beautiful female guests of the society.

Twenty year old Lady Jane Ryder managed to spill some champagne on the magnificent ballroom gown of non other than the notorious woman herself, the Baroness Isabel Matthews. The baroness was a very elegant and very beautiful woman, twice the age of Lady Jane.

Lady Jane, a natural beauty, fair complexion, wonderful blonde hair. She looked stunning in her coral blue, mid-length ballroom gown, which was very low cut, exposing much of her delicious young breasts. She wore long fancy laced white evening gloves, expensive glossy nylon stockings and very high spike-heeled, open toed and ankle strapped shoes.

Baroness Isabel, an elegant redhead, was equally stunning in her champagne stained, mid-length royal green ballroom gown. She wore matching elbow length evening gloves, shiny and sheer black stockings, and imported black high heeled dancing pumps.

It had been a long evening and both women were suffering from the effects of too much champagne.

Looking down at the rather large, wet stain on her expensive gown, he Baroness called Lady Jane an “ill-mannered young bitch”, while Lady Jane merely hiccoughed in her face and told her to “get lost”.

Then, out of nowhere, the Baroness hauled off and slapped Lady Jane right across the face, really hard!

Well Jane immediately puts her fists up and challenges the Baroness to a fight to the finish. She called on some of the other drunken revelers to stop the ball and to stop the dancing so they could come and enjoy the spectacle of a “no holds barred” fight between her and the Baroness. She asked for corner volunteers, and two eager young girls came forward, wanting to see the action from close up. Two chairs were placed facing each other about 20 feet apart, each with a pail of water and a towel. The area was cleared, and what was a dance floor only a few moments ago was now a squared circle for the two combatants.

The two women stripped for action. Both peeling off their long evening gloves very slowly trying to intimidate each other. Next their expensive evening gowns slipped down to the floor. Neither one of the women had on a bra and they both stood there naked, except for their very brief, very sheer silk panties, garter belts, stockings and shoes. An attractive brunette, stinking of expensive perfume steeped forward and offered to time the rounds and referee.

Both women were prancing boldly, showing off their superb bodies. They seemed to be sexually excited as well as being prepared to do battle. Isabel adjusted her black garter belt, trimmed with fine imported ribbon at her beautiful nylon clad thigh, while Jane kneaded and tweaked one of the stiff nipples topping off her supple young bosom.

They were both about the same height. Lady Jane was very well built and her body was trim and muscular. The Baroness on the other hand, though well built also, was less trim, slightly more padding, not doubt due to the good life.

To prevent their beautiful gowns from being bloodstained or sweaty during the fight, the two corner girls also stripped down to their under garments, suspenders , stockings and high heeled shoes. And of course to be En Vogue, the big brunette timekeeper followed suit and peeled off her gown as well and stood shamelessly in her red knickers and sheer black stockings and shoes. She announced that she would whistle at the start and end of each round, and that the fight would go on until one girl was either knocked out cold or is unable to continue for whatever reason.

A loud babble of excitement rang through the ballroom as the crowd started to gather around the squared circle. The air was thick with the smell of expensive perfumes and perspiration after the evening’s dancing and drinking. Girls and women alike, at the back of the room did what they could to get a view. A few of them went so far as to climb up on their partners shoulders to get above the crowd, shamelessly pulling up their skirts and revealing exquisite glimpses of soft thigh above their nylon covered legs and scantily clad crotches.

The brunette announced that the first few rounds would be bare fisted fighting, but then the bout would progress into a no holds barred wrestling match. With her lips held Göztepe Escort together she whistled and fight began.

Neither of the women seemed to know too much about boxing, but they sparred up to each other, keeping their left fists up for defense and attempting jabs with their rights. They both deliberately kept their rings on in the hopes of inflicting the utmost damage possible on their opponent. Their fighting blood was boiling and adrenaline coursed angrily through their veins.

Lady Jane managed to get in close and landed a quick blow to the Baroness’ bread basket, a few inches below her panty line. It landed with a loud smack. There was a loud outburst of yelling and cheering from the crowd, especially from one cute blonde in the front row. The excitement of the crowd grew with each jab and punch thrown. Incensed by the sudden pain, Isabel tried desperately to get a few punches of her own in on Jane’s pretty face. Lady Jane kept her guard up well, but one punch got through though. One of Isabel’s rings caught Jane on the nose and drew the first trickle of blood.

Those in the crowd who were in Isabel’s corner shouted out congratulations and further words of encouragement.

The timekeeper whistled to end the first round.

The two women were both sweating profusely now as they retired to their corners. They were well sponged and toweled off by their bare-breasted corner girls. A beautiful plump woman, who stated she was a nurse, took a small bottle of antiseptic cream out of her purse along with a pack of cotton swabs and gently treated the slight cut between Jane’s nose and upper lip. She wiped a tiny trickle of blood had run down into the corner of Lady Jane’s mouth. She then went to the corner of Isabel and proceeded to peel of her panties to examine the reddening bruise on the lower part of her slightly flabby but very sexy belly.

Soon a whistle was heard and the two women, eager to get at each other again, came out of their corners swinging and punching furiously. This time they struck each other’s face and breasts with more accuracy. Jane managed to land a hard right to Isabel’s nose. Several of female fight enthusiasts shrieked out in sadistic glee.

With a sudden savage lurch forward, isabel hissed, “Why you little fuckin’bitch!” She bared her teeth and with an animalistic snarl she brutally counter attacked. She punched furiously at Jane’s young and well rounded breasts. Jane’s lovely face quickly turned from a satisfied sneer from the damage she’d done to Isabel’s nose, into a sudden look of pain and alarm. She tried desperately to guard against Isabel’s attack, covering her face expertly, but the blows kept coming. Isabel pummeled Lady Jane’s breasts, quickly changing them from a creamy white to a bright red. Isabel’s friends and supporters screamed out their approval once more. A buxom redhead sitting on top of her husbands shoulders shouted out at the top of her lungs, “That’s it! Kill the fuckin bitch!”

A wild animal excitement and frenzy now gripped the crowd. However, the brunette timekeeper whistled to end the round. The two women broke apart and teetered unsteadily back to their respective corners. Jane with her bruised breasts and cut face, and Isabel with her swollen and bleeding nose.

The nurse jumped at the opportunity to fuss over the women, using her medical expertise to tend to their wounds, She urged them both to fight a clean fight and to fight to the finish. Both women seemed grateful for her administrations. The plump woman was very motherly, her heavy breasts and plump yet sexy body moved gracefully from one corner to the other and she wafted of intoxicating perfume as she waked by.

Soon the whistle was heard and round three had begun. the women tore at each other again, even more aggressively than in the first two rounds. Jane viciously punched at Isabel’s breasts in an aggressive effort to to give her “tit for tat” She was determined to inflict severe punishment on those saggy tits. Isabel however skillfully guarded herself, jabbing back at Jane’s face. However a few hard blows did land and connect on her big round and dangling breasts. Not to be outdone, she countered with a savage right to jane’s chin which knocked the young girl stumbling backwards and finally down to the floor. Isabel’s supporters cheered out loud with delight, but Jane was back on her in no time and began a wild and crazed counter-attack of her own. Being the younger of the two, İstanbul Escort she seemed to have much more wind and resiliency than Isabel, who was now beginning to show signs or getting tired and weaker even though she kept hammering away at Jane’s face and body. Just then, the timekeeper whistled and ended the round. The two women, both breathing heavily, dropped their fist and sauntered to their corners slowly.

The gorgeous timekeeper now announced that there would be a brief break in the action abd since the scoring in the boxing rounds had been so close the style of fighting would now be wrestling, and that this would ultimately decide the winner of the match.

Both women needed a chance to recover and rest from the mutual tanning they’d received at each others hands. The corner girls gave each of them a good sponging off, and the nurse busied herself treating their bruises and wounds. Her jewelry sparkled and her necklace twinkled and glimmered against the well exposed, powdered, ample endowment of her maternal breasts as she spoke words of encouragement to both of them. She called out for two double brandies, for each of the girls.

The ladies room was crowded as many of the women and young ladies went to relieve themselves and freshen up. Excited conversations buzzed through the room, while they talked about the fight, refreshed their lipstick and powdered their noses. A few couples hurried to the bar for a drink. Off in a corner the timekeeper chatted with her husband, having thrown her own expensive fur coat over her semi-naked body. She let out a seductively enchanting laugh at some remark her husband made. Her husbands hand strayed down to her beautiful nylon clad knee and then traveled right up to her sexy red panties. he had obviously bee quite aroused by the two women fighting, as had everyone else in the room. She patted his hand, “Later my love, wait till we get home!”

The two corner girls were both off sitting with their boyfriends. They too had their coats draped over themselves As they sipped their drinks, they too reluctantly refused their lovers advances.

Jane and Isabel rested their bruised and aching bodies. Of course they didn’t have the proper wrestling boots, but a friend of Isabel produced a pair of red, high heeled strap-on shoes, similar to Jane’s. So now both girls were on equal terms, with neither one having an advantage,

and so as not to ruin their beautiful and expensive stockings, they both removed their garter belts and nylons.

When the brunette whistled again both girls came out and circled each other, shyly and uncertain at first. The frenzied and sexually excited mob had once again gathered closely around them. Many voices shouted out for them to go at it. The two women seized each other in a hug, trying to desperately to push the other one off balance. their breasts rubbed and pressed together, their perfume and brandied breath blended, adding fuel to the fire of the fight.

The voice of a young woman from the back of the crowd shouted out, “Come on you fuckin’ lesbos!” This produced many female chuckles and chitchat. With a tremendous forward heave, the full bodied weight of Isabel suddenly brought down her younger and lighter adversary. With a triumphant snicker, she clawed at Jane’s face and tugged at her blonde hair.

“That’s it…kill the bitch….let her have it!” shouted a woman from behind the front row. Isabel scratched at Jane’s face, and in retaliation Jane bit at Isabel’s shoulders. A stream of four letter words came issued out of Isabel’s mouth , sounding so un-conducive to her upper class dialect. Jane’s young body suddenly burst forth and she quickly overpowered and pinned Isabel. She had her pinned in such a way that she was able to hold her down with her knees and smack her across the face repeatedly. Jane smiled sadistically, pressing her knees harder and harder against Isabel’s body. She tried desperately to break free, moaning and groaning she writhed but Isabel was unable to get out of the hold. Both women possessed strengths that surprised the other as sweat poured off their wrestling bodies. It took tremendous strength and determination on Isabel’s part, but she finally managed to break free of Jane’s grasp. Rolling clear and kicking out with her left leg, Isabel managed to knock Jane off balance for a moment. Just in time for the whistle to end the round.

Both girls were looking a bit dazed and wilted around the edges as they Anadolu Yakası Escort reeled towards their corner chairs. It was amazing to watch how the corner girls and the nurse were able to revive the girls both physically and mentally. The air in the room was sexually charged and the audience was completely entranced with the fight and performance of the two women at center stage. There were wild cries for them to wrestle totally naked.

“Yeah, take those wet panties off! Don’t be shy girls! Show us what you got!” came a loud demand from a beautiful woman with Scottish accent.

Smiling wickedly Jane slipped out of her damp panties, hanging them on the back of her chair. Isabel, not to be out done, followed suit. Standing there naked both women thrilled audience by showing off their splendid bodies. The timekeeper whistled and the round started.

Both girls hugged and held onto each others necks bending each other, trying to force her opponent to her knees. Eventually, Jane managed to get Isabel into a kneeling position and then quickly put a headlock on her. Reaching down she grabbed hold of Isabel’s breasts, pushing hard against them , punching her tits. Jane’s genitals now pressed hard against Isabel’s thigh and buttocks. Although Jane’s tired young body ached her eyes glimmered with a sudden spark of energy.

“Now I’ve got you …. you fuckin bitch!” she snarled, pressing her body closer and harder against Isabel. Her face touched Isabel’s shoulder length mane of red hair, the smell of her hairspray and perfume excited and enticed her even more. Isabel grabbed hold of Jane’s beautifully manicured fingers and tried to bend them back to break the hold. With tremendous effort she was successful and then managed to spring forward, but Jane caught her around the knees and brought her right back down again, this time getting onto her back and pressing Isabel firmly down to the floor.

Jane’s pretty young face was now a mask of sexual excitement and superiority. She realized that she had worn Isabel down and could feel the victory was hers soon. Just then though the pretty brunette whistled and ended the round.

Jane reluctantly relinquished her hold on Isabel, slowly allowing up to her feet. The timekeeper announced that another short break was in order to allow the women to freshen up, for this, the final and deciding round. his would be a round to the finish, in the form of a knockout or exhaustion. The corner girls worked hard on the naked fighters bodies and the nurse poured two more double brandies into them. The crowd dispersed again and all the buzz was about who would win the fight.

After being well tended to and refreshed, as well as brandied to the gills, the two women faced each other, ready for the final round.

Jane was eager to finish Isabel off, while Isabel was determined to give it one last hard effort to win the fight. This time there was no circling, no more games. Isabel flew out at Jane from her corner at the sound of the whistle, and in seconds flat had in in a vice like bear hug, breast to breast. they struggled trying to throw each other down. Isabel used her weight and strength, throwing Jane off balance and down to the floor with a hard thud. They rolled over and over on top of each other on the floor. Jane grabbed hold of Isabel’s hair, yanking her face down and cracking her head on the hardwood floor. Isabel now had the makings of black eye appearing. More importantly though, the blow had knocked her out cold. Isabel lay beneath Jane, face down, battered and beaten, like a broken China doll. The timekeeper reached over and held up Lady Jane’s lovely arm declaring her the winner of the fight in the traditional victory pose.

The were wild shrieks of delight from the crowd and just as many boos and cat calls from each of the girls supporters. Jane knelt astride Isabel’s crumpled body, she rubbed herself against her unconscious opponent and seemed to be having an orgasm! The nurse gradually revived Isabel with smelling salts, and then tended to both their cuts and bruises. Before long everyone had gotten dressed again and the busy hall emptied.

As the guest filed out of the ballroom the air was still abuzz with the animal bitches that fought tonight. They all strolled out to their cars, talking and giggling about how aroused they all were. There’d be many beds creaking tonight. Carnal pleasures would be achieved.

For moths afterwards, the fight between Lady Jane and Baroness Isabel was an exciting and juicy topic amongst the jet set of the club. The two women would say nothing about the fight, but deep in her heart Isabel knew that there’d be a rematch. And when that happened, she would definitely be the winner and new champion!!

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