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She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled as she paced around the bed in the small room. “And you thought I couldn’t squick you out,” she cackled, opening the container in her clammy fingers and stood at the foot of the mattress. “We’ll see.”

The two victims quivered on the bed, bound, marked and restrained as she tapped an upturned bright scarlet bottom with a cane in her left hand, laughing as the submissive squirmed and squealed in pain. Her eyes glanced at the worried expression from the startled man underneath his wife; fear and anticipation etched upon his face.

She traced the cane along the crack of the naked woman, gently poking at her lubricated anus, stretched from where the discarded strapon had savagely and uncomfortably rammed into her hole. She tapped the nose of her husband with the wooden cane, giggling as he flinched, and then slapped the wife’s rear again with a sharp flick of the wrist. A lustful spark ignited in her loins as her victim squeaked and cried, and the leather clad dominatrix took a moment to savour the gentle warmth tickling her cunt. Excited, she struck her errant sub for a second time, harder and angrier.

She waited for the poor girl to whimper again, relishing in the sound of her agonised distress echoing in the small room. It was time. For two hours her two submissives had been bound; for two hours she had promised to take them somewhere they had never thought of going before, and where she had only dreamt of going. For two hours she had to sate her impatience to proceed with undue haste. They said they wanted to explore everything, and they had never protested at any of her sadistic games. Not the most depraved of acts, and most revolting of fantasies, but this scene was beyond of all her partners she had ever alaçatı escort played with. She knew there might be a safeword uttered but she had high hopes.

She felt the three precious contents of the box and smiled. With every caress of them her cunt felt wetter and ached further. She took a deep breath and writhed in her tight-fitting garment, tipping the box into her hand and feeling the smooth surface. She grinned uncontrollably as she withdrew her fist from her pocket and slowly inserted the first slug into the young lady’s anus, causing the unsuspecting woman to clench her buttocks at the touch, and then relax as something slid into her rectum.

The sadist moaned: the rough, wet fabric of her panties rubbed against her pussy as her fingers pushed the second and then the third suppository into the arse of her submissive. She cried into her ball gag, wriggling her buttocks as the finger pushed the amber coloured pellet deep into her rear. Muted crying, begging, and whimpering filled the room as the wife pleaded.

She knew what had happened; they both did. There was a reason why the wife had been fed a large breakfast and a large lunch of high fibre food without permission to shit. There was a reason why she was now bound, her rectum full of fast-acting glycerine suppository. There was a reason why her husband was restrained underneath her anus. This fantasy had been played out many times in the mind of the sadistic dominatrix the couple both loved to smash their limits with.

“One hour,” the leather clad sadist told her unreasonably. “Just wait for the hour and then I’ll set you free.” She sighed, plunging her fingers into her own waistband and massaging her clit; she leant against the wall of the cold dungeon alaybey escort as her submissive squealed in discomfort and begged for relief. Her anus puckered: the pressure getting unbearable.

The dominatrix took some deep breaths: the helpless victim was resisting. She always did that, and fought to regain control of her body. She never wanted to fail. She clenched her buttocks, anxious to retain the slippery mess inside and so desperate to retain her dignity. She longed for a toilet; she needed it. She needed to expel the toxic waste inside her, and implored for mercy into the ball gag.

She muffled promises into the gag: she would take one thousand strokes of the hardest cane if she could be allowed to visit the toilet. Two thousand. Three thousand. Five thousand. On her breasts. On her cunt. On her clit. Anything, but to avoid fouling her loving husband. Anything but that.

But she would not utter the safeword: she didn’t know how; it was not in her psyche. She came to submit and she had to submit. A wry cackle emerged from the domantrix; sadistic fingers swirling around her crack as her arousal swelled inside of her. An itch, for so long ignored, was being scratched. She caught the scared eyes of the husband and picked up the cane. She wanted to see the eyes of the dutiful wife, so prim and proper outside her dungeon, but set to humiliate her husband in the foulest way imaginable, but could not tear her eyes away from the arse; she couldn’t miss it.

The sadist groaned; the anticipation was taking her to the edge of heaven: so often had she masturbated to repeated climaxes at taboo-filled Internet porn sites, but this made her cunt sodden with lust; she could taste the tension and fear that swirled around aliağa escort the restrained couple and smell the arousal.

She saw wifely legs shaking, and a painful cry. She screamed “sorry” into her ball-gag and yelled as her buttocks clenched tighter and tighter, desperately trying to stem the slurry of shit that lay behind her sphincter. The wife panted, sweat glistening on her punished body and squealed as her resolve faded; it was too much for her.

The masturbating woman gripped the wall as the glorious sight of a puckering anus tickled her retina. She was there; she was going to witness a revolting wall of filth coat an unsuspecting husband.

She didn’t need to see her expression to know tears were cascading down the wife’s face as she farted, signalling the start of the brown goo to squirt out of her bum. The dominatrix came: harder, fiercer, deeper and louder than ever before. Her cunt exploded into a bag of sensual nerves, each tingle powering into lustful waves of relief at the nasty sight unfolding before her eyes.

She couldn’t not look. Brown sludge poured out of the wife’s butt, and landed on her husband’s face, covering his mouth and flowing down nose, his chin, his hair and his startled expression. He spluttered to clear his breathing, but the malevolent dominatrix barely noticed; her climaxes were constant: she had made a wife shit on her partner’s face! She had made his wife lose control and humiliate him.

The poor husband shook his head the smell and taste of the earthy, bitter shit filling his passages. He spluttered, but the dominatrix was suddenly watching with intense lust on her face; it was better than anything she had imagined and as the husband squirmed from his bonds, he saw the quivering thighs of the wife. She dropped the cane, and pushed her hand over the pile of shit on the husband, and touched the crack of the weeping, humiliated woman; it was wet.

It was soaking, and a gentle touch of her clit had the poor wife spiralling into a series of orgasmic cries that would wake the undead. She had found her scat lover!

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Copyright Oggbashan March 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

pink version 002 12 March 2003

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The first time I saw Paula she was wearing that coat. It was impossible to miss. Apart from being such a bright baby pink that it shone like a lighthouse on a dark night, it covered her from the top of her head to her ankles. It was an in-your-face statement.

Paula was invisible inside it because I could only see her back. The hood was up. The heels of her boots were the only part uncovered. She was just entering Ralph’s front door as I was getting out of my car. By the time I joined the party Paula had taken her coat off and I had no idea that it belonged to her.

At that party I was still hurting from Julia’s decision to end our relationship. She had taken the offer of promotion and transfer to London and I was one of the items she wanted to leave behind when she started her new career. She made it seem so logical.

“London is so far away, and we would grow apart anyway. You cannot leave your business. I want to develop and grow.” she said.

It hurt. It hurt more when I found out that she had met another man on her management course. He was based in London and I felt that he was part of the reason for her move.

Ralph’s party was a good one but I just wasn’t in the right mood. I chatted to people, danced a few times, once with Paula, and left early. So I did not see Paula collect her coat. Unfortunately for me I had passed a few remarks about the coat to my friends. It had such an impact on me that I had been indiscreet in my comments especially as I had no idea who had worn the coat.

It was inevitable that I would meet Paula again soon. We had many friends in common and we lived in a small town. About ten days later I was feeling much more like normal when Paula bumped into me in the local supermarket. She hit me with her trolley while she was reaching for something from the top shelf.

She apologised and then said:

“Didn’t I see you at Ralph’s party?”

“Yes, Paula, you did. I’m Stuart. Do you remember?”

“Yes Stuart. We danced together once.”

After that we walked round the supermarket together just chatting. I studied her discreetly. She is taller than me with her heels on but without there would be little between us in height. She is a brunette with an acceptable figure but her most attractive feature is the way she looks at people. She seems interested in them and gives you her full attention. That can be devastating and I didn’t want to part from Paula.

“Do you like what you see, Stuart?”

That brought me up with a start. My discreet study hadn’t been so discreet after all. I risked everything on my response.

“Yes, Paula. You are well worth looking at. I would like to see you again.”

“If you ask nicely, you might,” she replied.

So I asked nicely. I invited her out for a meal and she accepted. Within days we were going everywhere together. We enjoyed each other’s company and started to have occasional sex together when we were both in the mood. We were still exploring our relationship when I met that pink coat again. It was a colder evening and we were going to see a film. Neither of us lived far from the town centre (nothing is far from the town centre) so I walked over to her flat. She emerged wearing that coat.

I was stunned. It didn’t seem to match what I knew about Paula. She was not an exhibitionist and that coat seemed totally out of character. I didn’t comment about it but Paula must have noticed something. Under the coat she was still wearing her work clothes, a flared calf length grey flannel skirt and a white V-necked T-shirt under a fitted jacket that matched the skirt. Both the skirt and jacket had black slithery linings. My hand found the lining under the jacket and she pushed my other hand up her skirt in the darkness. By the end of the film I knew the feel of those linings nearly as well as the soft skin inside them.

After the film we went back to her flat for coffee. She took that coat off and hung it up in the flat’s small hall. As we sat on the settee in each other’s arms she challenged me.

“What don’t you like about my coat, Stuart?”

“Your coat?” I spluttered.

“Yes. My pink quilted coat. What don’t you like about it? I’ve only just heard that you were quite rude about it.”

I had to answer.

“It seems so unlike you. It is so …”

“So what, Stuart?”

I could hear a mixture of amusement with a hint of danger.

“It can been seen from so far away and it hides the person inside completely. It just doesn’t seem like you.”

“Perhaps it is, perhaps it’s not. I wore it this evening so that I could get your version of what alsancak escort you don’t like about it. It was a present from my sister. She thought I needed to be less self-effacing and more assertive. “

“Assertive?” I queried “That coat is not assertive, it is blatant. I doesn’t say “Here I am”. It is more like an air raid siren screaming.”

“So you don’t like it?”

“It isn’t that I don’t like it. It isn’t you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I think you are wrong, Stuart. It is a very nice coat and a useful one. You don’t appreciate it as you should and perhaps you are underestimating my assertiveness as well. I’ll get it and show you what I mean.”

Paula stood up, took our coffee cups and fetched the coat. She put it on leaving the front open.

“Now look at it carefully, Stuart. It has a two way zip.”

She fed the zip together and pulled one slider up.

“I can have the top or the bottom open as much as I like.”

She pulled the lower slider down to her knees.

“It has heavy duty press-studs.”

She closed the studs from breasts to knees.

“It is heavily quilted so it is warm and windproof. Come on, feel.”

I got up and put my arms round her. She was right. In that coat she seemed to invite a cuddle. She kissed me.

“The collar is padded and can be pulled up.”

She lifted the roll of collar. It covered her mouth and touched her nose. She lowered the collar again.

“The sleeves are adjustable to keep the wind out.”

I looked. The sleeve cuffs had drawstrings that could tighten. Then I noticed other drawstrings at the waist and at the lower hem. Why there? If the coat was zipped right down to her ankles I doubt that she could walk even without tightening the hem with a drawstring.

“The hood covers everything, and these …” she flicked two large pompoms at me “control how closely the hood fits. Oh, and it has other features as well but I think you have seen enough. It is a very practical Winter coat. I keep warm and dry and huggable in it. Do you think I’m huggable?”

The only answer was to hug her. The surface of the coat was soft to the touch and strokable. I stroked.

“So, what is wrong with it?” she finished.

“The colour. If it was less obvious it would be a great coat, if you will forgive the pun.”

“But I’m a girl. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed, Stuart.”

“I know you are a woman, and a very desirable one. The colour is more suitable for a small baby than an adult.”

“Perhaps sometimes I like being treated like a baby.”

“I don’t think so. You are an adult woman, Paula, and a talented one. Perhaps your sister was trying to emphasise that you are her younger sister?”

“That’s enough, Stuart. I like this coat. I think you should like it too. Why don’t you see what it is like? Once you are wearing it you will feel differently.”

She peeled off the coat and flung it on the settee.

“Well,” she said, “Are you going to put it on?”

“I might damage it,” I said. “I’m heavier built than you.”

“Not much heavier. You may be right. I wear less under it than you are wearing now. If you stripped …”

Paula smiled at me. I prepared to strip. Paula’s smile is difficult to resist.

“Not here,” she said, “You know the problem with the curtains. Through in the bedroom.”

She picked up the coat. I followed her. One of the few disadvantages of her flat is the lighting. It throws shadows on the blind and silhouettes us for the neighbours to see.

In her bedroom I stripped to my boxer shorts. She passed me her coat with a wicked smile on her face.

I fed my arms into its sleeves. She attached the two sliders to the zip and pulled the upper one upwards. Then she pulled the lower one down to my knees. She was right about the coat. It had a silky lining that caressed my skin. I was enjoying the sensation and didn’t notice what Paula was doing.

She pulled some matching mittens from a pocket and put them on my hands. They too were thickly quilted. The thumbs were separate but the other fingers were held in one pouch. She pushed the cuffs of the mittens inside the sleeves of the coat. While she distracted me with a lingering kiss her hands were busy doing things with the drawstrings on the sleeves. I didn’t know that she’d left me no way to get the mittens off.

As she finished her kiss she pulled the upper zip up to its limit. The bulky collar covered my mouth gagging me as she fixed its press studs. I began to realise what she was up to but she ignored my protests which were muffled by the coat’s collar.

She dropped to her knees pulling the lower slider down to my ankles. Then she closed all the press studs on the front of the coat before pushing me over on to the bed. I couldn’t resist because the coat held tight around my legs. I tried to cushion my fall with my arms but she had tied the sleeves’ drawstrings to ayrancılar escort belt loops at the sides of the coat’s waist.

She swung my legs up on the bed, tightening the lower drawstring around my ankles. I was as immobilised as if I was in a sealed sleeping bag.

Paula straddled me and leant forward, pressing the thick collar across my mouth. It was strongly scented of her.

“Now I can tell you what I intend to do,” she said. “I’ve made you into a cuddly pink teddy bear for a reason.”

I couldn’t reply. I wriggled as much as I could under her weight but my arms and upper body were pinioned by the coat. My bare knees slid uselessly against the silky lining. My ankles were lashed together.

“You see, you can’t do anything. You are my prisoner until I decide to let you out.” She paused.

“You said that this coat is an in-your-face statement and I’m not an in-your-face person, didn’t you?”

I still couldn’t answer but managed a slight nod. I had said something like that.

“I am going to prove you wrong. You are right about the coat, but wrong about me. Your face will feel the evidence.”

She pulled the collar off my mouth and her lips covered mine. Her tongue lashed around in my mouth like a striking snake. This was totally unlike the kisses I was used to from Paula. She was aggressive and controlling. She certainly had control of me. Bundled up in that coat I had no escape from her.

She kissed me hard for several minutes. Once she pinched my nostrils shut and only allowed me to breathe through her. This was mouth to mouth resuscitation with a difference. If she stopped breathing, so would I.

Paula lifted her face away and replaced the collar as my gag.

“Stay there, Stuart. I’ve only just started and I need to take my jacket off for the next part.”

She sat back on me and peeled off her jacket. Her breasts strained against her T-shirt. The nipples were erect and clearly visible through her bra. She looked down at them and smiled.

She dropped against my chest and wriggled up until my face was opposite the V in her T-shirt. She gently lowered her breasts either side of my head, pulling the collar down.

“Now, this is what I call “in-your-face”.”

She laughed as she flattened her body on me, forcing my mouth and nose into her cleavage. She held that position as I struggled for breath between her soft scented mounds.

She lifted herself up again.

“I don’t think you are getting the full impact of my assets.”

I started to speak. She gagged me with the padded collar.

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

I was astounded. This was totally unlike the Paula I had known until this evening. She was in charge and was making very sure that I knew it. While she held the collar in place she pulled her T-shirt off with her other hand, shaking her head to settle her hair as she tossed the T-shirt aside.

“I need two hands now.”

She pressed her breasts on me as she reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. That too she threw aside.

“You can have the full benefit of my breasts.”

Lowering the collar she pushed her left breast over my mouth and nose which sunk into her soft globe. She had smothered me again. I felt my face turning red from lack of air. She briefly let me gasp for air before repeating her breast smother with her right breast. She held her position until I felt that I was losing consciousness. I panted hard when she released me.

“Now, Stuart, I want you to make a real effort to please me. If you don’t …”

She wriggled her hands behind my neck, pulled the coat’s large padded hood up behind my head and down nearly over my eyes. She took one of the large pompoms and stuffed it deep into my gasping mouth. She pulled the collar up over it and yanked at the drawstrings of the hood.

The hood opening shrank until only my nose was free from its soft clinging embrace. I could not displace the pompom from my mouth because the hood had forced the padded collar hard against my lips, even harder than Paula’s hand had done.

I heard her faintly through the padding of the hood.

“If you don’t please me enough I will tie this hood tight and leave you to my coat’s embrace all night. You don’t want that, do you?”

I shook my head. She let the drawstrings go and eased the hood above my eyes. She looked down at me seriously.

“Good. I’m glad you understand me. Now I am going to show you what an in-your-face person I am and you must work hard to satisfy me.”

I didn’t know what she meant but I knew I had no choice. If she left me like this I would have a very unpleasant night.

Then she showed me what I had to do. She raised herself up, reached under her full skirt and wriggled out of her panties. She edged forwards on me, lifting her thick lined skirt and waist slip to show her brunette bush which was already glistening.

“This part of balçova escort me wants your attention. Your undivided hard-working attention. I’m going to clear the way for you.”

She dropped her skirt while she pulled the hood back to the bed, lowered the zip, folded the padded collar under my chin and pulled the sodden pompom out of my mouth. She raised her skirt again and pushed her expectant bush over my mouth.

“Get working, Stuart. You have to SATISFY me.”

I extended my tongue. I worked my tongue harder than I ever had before. I felt Paula respond to my tongue’s probing. I played with her lower lips as if I was playing a solo musical instrument. Gradually I learned what aroused her, what didn’t, and how to keep her aroused.

I was tiring and swamped by her. Apart from being totally enclosed in the soft embrace of her coat which clung to me like a second skin, her bush had spread over my face as I probed deeper. She had wrapped her slip and lined skirt around my head. Her fingers cradled my swathed head and pulled me tightly to her. In self-preservation I had worked out a movement with my nose which gave me an opportunity to grab a breath while my nose stimulated her. Paula was so lost in a series of orgasms that she was not thinking that her prisoner might need to breathe from time to time. Her body continually shuddered above me and her juices trickled over my face.

How much longer could I continue? Her body’s demand seemed unending. I desperately needed to rest. My tongue felt as if it was becoming loose on its roots. My face was crushed under her and my head was squeezed tightly by her thighs. Her soft fingers now seemed to have become hard. Their grasp of my head was fierce. Even my nose was overwhelmed by her natural scent and the perfume from her skirt and that mummifying prison of her coat.

At last Paula had a final spasm of delight. I heard her yell “Yes!”. I swallowed some of the flood that washed over my face from her last orgasm. I rested my tongue and my body slumped exhausted under her.

She gently lifted her skirt off my head.

“Stuart?” she asked quietly.

“Leave me alone. I’m dead.” I replied.

“No. You are not. You have done what I asked. I didn’t think you could. You have actually satisfied me. I would never have believed it from your timid love-making up to now.”

Timid lovemaking! I had been gentle because I thought I was dealing with a diffident woman not a controlling man-eater.

I just smiled at her. Even that was an effort with my strained mouth.

“Now you just lie there.”

What else did she expect me to do? She was still sitting on my chest and I was tied into her coat as effectively as if she’d used yards of rope. I wasn’t going anywhere unless she wanted me to.

She moved down until her hips were over my legs. I heard the lower slider being pulled upwards. That didn’t give me any freedom. I was still tied at the ankles and wrists and the heavy press studs held the coat tightly around me.

She unpopped the press studs near my waist. Then she slid her smooth stocking sheathed legs inside the coat.

That brought me up to the surface wide awake.

“What!” I cried out.

“Sshh!” she hissed at me. “Just wait.”

Her legs spread out as she lowered her wet bush on to my limp tool. It was not limp for long. It knew what to do without any effort from my brain. Her furry lips closed over its growing head.

Her face came back. Her lips brushed over mine like a butterfly’s wing. Paula is the same height as I am. We can kiss when she has engulfed me and that is just what she was doing. Her bush had swallowed my erection and her muscles were pulsing to draw me to an orgasm. Could I? Was I too tired?

Then my brain started to work. It wasn’t just a small part of me that was engulfed by her. My whole body was tightly wrapped in her coat which was an extension of her. Paula seemed to sense the change. While she continued to kiss me gently her hands gathered up the pink hood and pressed it to the sides of my face.

As her tempo and my arousal continued to rise she wrapped the hood closer to my head until all I could see was her face close to mine. Now I was totally wrapped in Paula. That brought instant climax and release. Paula held her position for a long time afterwards.

She let the hood drop back to the bed.

“Now you know what an in-your-face person I really am. Do you think the coat suits me now?”

“Yes, Paula. You do things well together.”

“I’m glad you think so. You are going to have to give repeat performances – often.”

I had to. She made me. She even got her sister to buy her a matching coat in baby blue for a birthday present. I bought her one in silver. She rotates them so that I can either be her cuddly pink teddy bear, or her blue one, or her silver one.

My tongue is much stronger now from constant exercise. I know the inside of every skirt she owns. Paula wants to act out “in-your-face” whenever we come home from work or before we leave in the morning. Her panties are the last thing on, just before she goes out of the door, and the first thing off when she comes home. All my trousers have shiny knees from kissing her.

Her pink quilted coat changed my life for ever.

THE END

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After last evening’s events, I had been drinking water and trying to fill up my bladder as best as I could all day long. Just thinking of all the nasty things I had done the night before, kept me hard the entire day.

At around 7 pm, I went outside to have a smoke. I waited and waited, hoping that my little nympho piss girl would show up again. I smoked one cigarette and then another with her nowhere in sight. I was just about to lose all hope when she came around the corner. She smiled at me and my cock instantly went hard in my suit pants. I was afraid that it would be awkward when we started to talk. Instead, it was like we knew each other for years. She asked about my day and I told her about work and life and the normal everyday chit chat items. She asked if she could bum a smoke and we stayed down there for another 5 or 10 minutes just shooting the shit.

As she was finishing up her smoke she said to me, I haven’t pissed all day. I am absolutely bursting and we better get up to your office before I wet myself.

We hoped on the elevator and soon we at my office door. I could tell that there was something different about her this evening. It wasn’t necessarily how she was dressed but how she was acting. As soon as the door was closed, she reached for me and we made out like horny teenagers. My hands were all over her body, rubbing her breasts, her back, her ass and finally I started to massage her pussy through her pants. She moaned in approval and bit down on my tongue in her mouth. After playing around for another minute or two, she took off her coat and unbuttoned her jeans. She slipped off her pants and forced my head down to her pussy. I tried to pull off her panties and she told me to leave them gaziemir escort on. She said she wanted me to suck her pussy through the panties and that I had better do a good job or otherwise I would be sorry. I could smell her through her panties and as I rubbed them back and forth my hand was soon soaked.

She was absolutely dripping wet. She shoved my head directly into her panties and tensed for a couple of seconds. I was confused at first, but then I understood exactly what was happening. She slowly let out a few drops of her golden nectar, stopped the flow and had me sucking it out of her panties. She then let out a few more drops and quit the flow again. What she was doing was driving me completely insane with lust. I wanted to drink all of her sweet piss and drown in it. I begged for her to release it all over my face. All I got were a few more drops. I pleaded, please piss on me, please piss on my fucking face. I need you to soak me in your pee. At that moment, she pulled her panties to the side and unleashed a torrent of hot piss. I did everything I could to try and drink as much as I could. It was obvious as she started to really flow that she had told me the truth about not going all day. It was the yellowest piss I had ever seen.

But it tasted marvelous. I almost came in my pants as the warm liquid flowed down my throat. She must have pissed for at least a minute straight and I was drowning in it by the time was done. My shirt was completely sopping wet. The floor had a huge obvious piss stain on it. But I couldn’t have cared less. I was in heaven. The taste and smell of her pent up piss was all I cared about at that moment.

When the flow finally stopped, gümüldür escort I put my tongue on her clit. I wanted her to add to the wetness on my face and cum all over me. After licking her for a few minutes, she pulled my head up. She told me to stop licking her clit and that tonight she was in control. Last night was my fun but tonight she was the boss. She then confessed to me that the best orgasms she ever had involved her ass and wanted me to rim her asshole right fucking now.

I slid my head back down and flicked my tongue over her sweet little asshole. I became intoxicated by the smell of her ass. It wasn’t unpleasant just simply strong and soon I felt like that smell was absorbed by my body. I tongue fucked her butt and slowly bit around the outside of her butthole. She started massaging her clit and soon it started to build up inside of her. I could tell that she was getting close and I knew that I had to keep her stimulated. I shoved my tongue as deep as I could in her butt and started to hum as I shoved it in and out. She lost it then and had a furious orgasm with her crying out and screaming multiple profanities.

I slowly licked her again for a few minutes and let her come back down from her major orgasm.

She pulled me up to her and started french kissing me and tasting her own ass on my tongue. At this point, I was in real trouble. I was so fucking horny I thought was dick would blast off if she just touched it. But I was also desperate to piss. As I mentioned before, I had been drinking water non-stop all day long. And I hadn’t pissed in quite some time. It was as if she sensed my dilemma and my unease. She told me get on top and fuck her. She said güzelbahçe escort I know you are close and when you need to cum, just spray it inside me. Soak my pussy with your seed. I got into position and slid my cock into her. I lasted all of about 5 pumps before I started to shoot inside her wet pussy. I started to go soft and slid back out of her. She grabbed my dick and aimed it up. At that moment, all the piss I had held inside for hours started to shoot out. She directed my flow on her stomach, then up to her tits, upwards to her neck and face and finally her mouth. She drank it down like a champ and hardly spilled a drop. I pissed and pissed forever. When the stream slowed down she put my cock in her mouth and drank down the rest.

I was spent and needed some time to recover. Instead, she mounted my face and told me to eat my cum out of her pussy again. I did what I was told and was rewarded as I got every bit of my cum out of her. She was enjoying herself and after my cum was eaten, she supplied my waiting mouth with some of her own cum. We threw some clothes on and went downstairs to smoke. I needed some fresh air and the cigarette to get myself thinking straight again. She asked me if I had fun and I told her that tonight was ever more fun than the night before. That I had never imagined having some great sex with someone I didn’t know. And finding a piss friend in the process.

She told me my training was just getting started and if I thought this was great just wait until we really introduced ourselves to each others bodies. I told her that I could hardly wait.

When the smoke was finished she kissed me hard on the mouth and said she had to go for the evening. She told me to be downstairs tomorrow evening at 7pm sharp. If I wasn’t then, she was going to punish me in a way that I would never forget. With that we parted ways and I headed back to my office.

I am already thinking of what may take place tomorrow and also am considering being late just to find out what she will do to me for disobeying me.

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I’ll tell you right now, I’m a good husband. And Kate, you can tell by now, is a spectacular wife. And it’s not so much that anything had gone wrong between us, but there’s a thing that happens in a long relationship… I don’t know, like a layer of fog over the lens maybe. You stop seeing all of the person in front of you. Or maybe you lose focus a bit. That’s what happened to Kate and me. Her career was good, mine was good. We’d never had kids. We traveled all the time, and mostly not together. I’d never cheated, and I’m pretty sure she hadn’t either. We could have survived that, but we never had to. Instead, we’d meet at home after a week of travel, exhausted, no energy for each other, and kind of retreat to our neutral corners. Until one day we both realized we wanted more. And not from anyone else either, from each other. So we’d started these weekends away, meeting in some city after travel weeks. Trying out new ways of being together.

And this, this cage on my cock, this was certainly a new way of being together.

Kate napped contentedly, relaxed after her orgasm, tired from a morning of walking and the wine at lunch. Me, on the other hand? Not so much. I stayed pressed against her until she fell asleep, but the feeling of her ass against my caged cock was too much—there was no sleep for me. So I slipped quietly out of bed and got one of my cameras from my luggage. I wanted a picture of her sleeping face.

***

“The fourth kind of service is remote-control service,” she said.

We were dressing for dinner, or I should say, she was dressing for dinner. She’d asked me to stay naked, in my cage of course, and photograph her while she dressed. “You shoot models all week, Nicky. Shoot me all weekend, darling.”

The light was bad, but I made the most of it, slowing the shutter down, using the blur, capturing the long moment we were making together in this room.

As she did her makeup in the mirror, she raised her eyes to look at me behind her, naked with the camera. “How does it feel to work naked, Nick?” she asked.

“I’m not working. I’m playing,” I told her.

“Well good,” she said. “I’m glad it’s OK for you. It will be good practice for later.”

I was about to ask what she meant when she said, “Nick, be a dear and get me my toy bag from the bedroom.”

Oh god, the bag again. I brought her the bag, worrying about what else she’d pull out of it.

“The fourth kind of service is remote control service, Nicky.” She drew out what looked like a curved butt toy, a prostate massager. She set it onto the counter and reached into the bag again. She pulled out a small plastic device on a key chain—it looked like a key fob, with buttons all over it. She held it up dramatically and pressed one of the buttons. The toy started to buzz noisily on the counter. She picked it up, held it out to me, and I took the obscene thing in my hand. She pressed again, and it changed patterns. Each time she pressed, the thing responded with some new behavior. Buzzing. Rumbling. Pulsing. She pressed a different button and the thing started wagging obscenely back and forth. Finally, she held down the button one last time and the thing came to a rest.

“My god,” was all I could manage.

“You can call me that if you like, Nicky,” she said, smiling. “Goddess works too.”

“Kate…” I said.

“OK, you can call me Kate.” She was grinning like a kid now, amused at my predicament.

“So, remote control service works like this,” she said. “Any time I want something, I will signal by pressing the remote. You will feel it, I assume. And you will figure out what I want and you will give it to me. This way I don’t have to spell everything out for you…” She looked at me for a moment, then said, “Do you understand?”

“I’ll feel it?” I ask, stupidly.

“Yes, Nicky,” she laughed. “I’m going to put this in your ass now, and once I do, I have a pretty good suspicion that you’re going to feel the hell out it.”

“Oh god,” I said. I was trying to figure out how to respond to this. My cock seemed to feel pretty good about it, because it had grown considerably and was exerting pressure on the cage, or perhaps the cage was exerting pressure on my cock. I frankly couldn’t tell because I was trying to figure out if she was going to make me wear the cage and the plug to dinner and would I ever come and oh god, what if this thing in my ass made me come in my pants? I was so fucking close now that my cock was dripping, and I was genuinly scared that I might not make it through dinner.

“Kate, uh, what if I…” I tried to ask.

“Come in your pants?” she finished for me. She seemed gleeful at the thought.

I nodded.

“Well then, you’ll have quite the mess to clean up, now won’t you?”

I nodded again, weakly. Wondering if I’d ever be free to just fuck her.

“Kate, how long does remote control service last?” I ask.

“As long as I want it to, Nicky!” she said. She reached into her toy bag one more time and pulled out a tube of lube. “Now bend over this sink so I can fill your sexy little ass tire escort with this toy before dinner.”

***

Aside from a brief test in the taxi on the way to dinner, the toy had stayed idle, nestled deep in my ass, until we were seated at the restaurant. I had thought that walking around the museum with my dick in a cage was challenging, but adding this toy to the mix had really upped the degree of difficulty. I tried various walks to navigate the hotel, the taxi, the conspicuous walk to our table at dinner. I was certain that every walk carried one message: this guy has some kinky shit going on under his pants. Still, we’d made it to the table without incident, and I was feeling pretty good as we reviewed the menus.

When the waiter approached out table—that’s when the trouble began. A sudden low rumble in my ass.

“We have a few specials tonight,” the waiter said. I hoped the background noise was loud enough that he couldn’t hear what was going on under the table. And fuck, what did Kate mean, starting the toy at that moment? She wanted something. What?

The waiter rattled off the specials, but I frankly didn’t hear a word. “I’ll order for both of us,” I said, taking a chance that this was what Kate wanted. The vibrator suddenly went silent. I guess that meant I’d gotten it right.

I gave him our order, choosing things I knew from long experience that Kate would like. A salad to share. A pasta for her. A piece of fish for me.

“And to drink?” the waiter said.

“She’ll have a glass of the pinot noir, and I’ll…” but I was cut off by a sudden onslaught in my pants. “No make that a cotes du rhone for the lady, and I’ll have the pinot,” I said. The buzzing stopped. The waiter smiled, nodded, and walked away.

“Nicely done,” said Kate, smiling at me. “You’re going to be very good at this by the time the night is over.”

***

I was relieved that Kate didn’t want to go out after dinner. I was so turned on by the way she was pressing my buttons, so to speak, that all I could think of was our hotel room, and getting this junk off me, and coming my brains out. I was grateful that she allowed me to hail a cab. The hotel wasn’t far, but I wasn’t looking forward to walking home with all this hardware in my pants. In the cab, she turned the vibrator on as soon as the cab started moving. She leaned into me and said, “this doesn’t mean anything, for now. I just want you turned on.”

It worked. The buzzing in my ass was spreading to my balls, causing my cock to swell. She pressed another button and the pattern changed. I looked at her, but she didn’t speak. She pressed another button, and I began to think I might come in my pants.

“Kate…” I said, closing my eyes.

“Ssshhh,” she said. “Don’t come, Nicky.” She pressed the button, upping the intensity once more. “You still have a chance to get into my pants tonight, Nicky. You don’t want to waste it here in the taxi, do you?”

Oh shit. I gritted my teeth, trying to tamp down my arousal, but the fight felt hopeless. I felt my orgasm approaching. I was saved from my fate though, because at that moment, we pulled up to the curb, and the vibrator went silent. I closed my eyes, relieved, and took deep breathes to try to calm myself.

I was on the street side as we pulled up. I waited for her to get out, but she looked at me coldly, and pressed the button. I sprung to action, prodded by the buzzing, hopping out of the car and running around to her side to get her door. As I did, the vibrations changed again. What did she want now?

“Nightcap?” I guessed, and the vibrations quieted down, but did not die altogether.

“That would be lovely,” she said.

As we walked through the lobby, she took my hand, and leaned into me. “I’m not turning it off now until we get upstairs,” she said, “so pay attention to the patterns.”

I exhaled deeply, trying to get my composure. “And Nick,” she said, “Try not to come in the bar.”

With that, she dropped my hand and strode into the bar ahead of me. I watched the eyes of the room turn to her.

***

“Marianna, this is Nick,” she said. I recognized the bartender from the night before. Same smile. Same well-fitted tuxedo shirt. Same hint of… something in her look. I remembered her name too, because Kate had promised to tell me about her, though she hadn’t yet.

Kate took a stool at the bar, and I sat next to her. Comfy leather swivel barstools, with low backs. I was grateful for the upholstery. Especially when I felt the pattern in my ass shift.

Marianna was looking at me expectantly. Kate was too.

“Nice to meet you, Marianna,” I said. New pattern. “What were we drinking last night?” I asked.

“Nice to meet you too, Nick,” she said, smiling. “Last night it was Blanton’s,” she said.

“Two, please. Neat.” The buzzing subsided to a low rumble.

She nodded and went to pour our drinks. She really was stunning. Tall, thin, graceful. I looked at Kate, who was watching me watch Marianna. “Do you want to tell me about her?” torbalı escort I asked.

Kate smiled. “Well, we’ve had a chance to talk almost every night this week.” Kate leaned in to my ear and said, “I think we could take her to bed tonight, if we tried.”

Fuck. I… Kate continued, “I mean, I’m sure I could. I’m not sure how she’d feel about adding you to the party.” Kate smiled, teasing me, holding my hand on the bar.

Marianna returned with our drinks. She looked at Kate, held her eye, and nodded in my direction. She said to Kate, “So this is Nick?”

“Yes, this is Nick,” Kate said.

Marianna turned to fully regard me then. Made a show of looking me up and down. “I see why you like him,” she said and went back to looking at Kate.

“What did she tell you about me?” I asked, trying to flirt.

Kate said, “Jesus, Nick, it’s always about you, isn’t it?” They both laughed, and I felt defeated.

Marianna moved off to help some other customers, and Kate took my hand. “Now Nicky, you know I’m only teasing you.” She took my hand in both of hers, setting the remote on the bar, and pivoted her stool to me. I turned to face her. She said, “Now, tonight is about what I want, is that right?”

I nodded.

Kate continued, “Well, what I want is to take that girl upstairs and fuck her brains out.” Kate said.

I hadn’t thought Kate had any more surprises left for me, but clearly I’d been wrong. Kate and I had joked about threesomes, but it had never made it past a joke. And Kate with a woman? As far as I knew, that had never happened before.

“Now of course you’d like that, Nicky,” she said, “I see how you look at her.” Oh god, I thought. I’d imagined I’d been so slick. “And of course you look at her. She’s beautiful, she’s young, she’s flirtatious.”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure where this was going. I didn’t know whether I should be terrified or excited. Hopeful or crushed. Kate had played me this weekend to the point that I couldn’t tell what was coming next. I just knew that I wanted to get her in bed as soon as I could. And now, Kate was dangling the possibility of having her and this pretty young thing? I figured my best option was to keep my mouth shut.

“Of course, it wouldn’t do to have us both sleep with her, Nicky,” she said, and I could feel the hope draining from my body. “I mean, you’re just in service this weekend. So I’d expect you to help me seduce her, and to make yourself useful while I slept with her, but it would be strictly look but don’t touch for you Nicky,” she said, smiling.

I looked down, feeling crushed. She took my chin in her hands and pulled my face up to look at her. She kissed me tenderly. “Of course, maybe you could take pictures,” she said brightly.

***

And that, dear reader, is how I found myself alone in a hotel suite with my wife and a long leggy young bartender in a tuxedo that fitted just so. Well, that might not be the whole story. The whole story would certainly include the moment when Marianna returned to our spot at the bar to see if we needed a refill, and instead, spotting Kate’s remote on the bar, picked it up and looked at Kate and said, “Is this it?!?!”

Oh shit, they had talked about it.

Kate had just said, “Press the button with the red dot on it.”

Marianna’s jaw dropped in wonder. She looked at me, then at Kate, then back at me and said, “Oh my god this is too cool!”

She pressed the red button, and saw me jolt in reaction. The red button apparently means, “Vaporize him.”

“Oh shit press it again!” said Kate, laughing. Marianna did, the machine went back to the low rumble setting, and my soul was able to climb down from the ceiling and reinhabit my body.

Kate said then, “What time do you get off work?”

***

They sat on the couch in our suite and I brought them drinks. They were sitting close, foreheads pressed together, talking, whispering to each other, hands on each other. They took their drinks without really looking at me, without really moving apart.

“Nick is a photographer,” Kate said to Marianna, louder, so I could hear.

“I know. You told me.”

“I want him to shoot us while I fuck you,” Kate said.

“You’re going to fuck me?” Marianna said.

“Yes, I am,” said Kate. She set her drink down and started to unbutton Marianna’s blouse. I stood stupidly in the middle of the floor.

“Nick,” Kate said to me. “Do you remember how you shot me while I dressed tonight?”

She wasn’t looking at me, so I said, “Yes. I remember.”

Kate said, “Like that. Now.”

I turned to get my camera, stripping off my clothes as I went. I don’t know if they watched me go, but by the time I got back, they were deep in each other’s arms, kissing slowly.

Now reader, I don’t know if you’ve ever stood naked in a room, cock in a cage, plug in your ass, camera in hand and watched your wife make out with another woman. I wonder how you would react. Me, I did two things. First, I noted that my dick was impossibly hard. Second, I saw instantly üçyol escort where I needed to be in the room—and where I needed them to be in the room—to get the best shot. In short, I started working.

I got in close, opened the lens up wide, slowed the shutter. I shot. I watched Kate take off Marianna’s shirt. I shot. I saw her slide her hand under Marianna’s boyish tank top, take hold of her erect nipple. I shot. I circled. I pulled open the curtains to get the light from the street lamps into the room. I wondered who could see in. I shot. I shot as Kate pulled off Marianna’s tuxedo pants, somehow never taking her mouth off of the younger woman. I shot as Kate dropped to take Marianna’s breast in her mouth—pushing her white tank up, pushing her white panties down. I shot Kate’s hand finding Marianna’s wet pussy. I shot Marianna spreading her legs and pushing Kate’s mouth down, home, between her legs, with both hands. I shot Marianna’s head falling back in pleasure, then ecstasy, then orgasm. I shot and she came and came and came.

They paused. Marianna was lying back, her eyes closed. Recovering. Kate looked at me like it was Christmas morning. I should have shot, but I missed the moment because I was stunned by Kate’s beauty, her happiness, her power.

“Are you having fun?” she asked me.

“I don’t know what this is,” I said honestly, “but fun doesn’t even come close to describing it.”

“Good,” she said. She reached into her purse and found the remote. “Let’s go into the bedroom.” She stood and kissed me. I could taste Marianna on her lips. She turned back to the reclining woman and kissed her again. “Come with me,” she said to her gently, taking her by the hand, helping her stand. Marianna didn’t look at me. She was completely focused on Kate. She walked past me without seeming to notice the naked, caged photographer eyeing her.

Kate led her by the hand across the suite to the bedroom. I followed, looking for light.

In the bedroom, Marianna seemed to find her energy. She had dropped most of her clothes in the other room—but kept her tank top on. Kate hadn’t managed to get out of her clothes at all though, and Marianna took this moment to address that. They stood in the middle of the room, kissing, while I went back to work, moving the blinds, finding a bedside light that would work, planning my angles. By the time I turned back, Kate was in nothing but panties, and the two of them were moving to the bed. Somehow though, Kate had managed to hold onto the remote. As Marianna kissed her passionately, Kate pushed her away for a moment, saying, “Wait, wait, just a second.” Kate turned to me and Marianna paused to watch what Kate would do next.

I was very aware of my nakedness, my throbbing dick in the cage, the toy rumbling away gently in my ass. Kate said, “Now I’m going to turn on the movement on that plug. They say that this setting can make a man come with no additional genital stimulation whatsoever. And I can tell you one thing for sure tonight, Nicky, is that you’ll have no additional genital stimulation whatsoever.”

Marianna laughed at that, and seemed to see me for maybe the first time since we’d entered our suite. She regarded me with what I took to be half pity and half amusement. And maybe another half arousal. Certainly we were all nearly out of our minds with arousal.

Kate pressed a button, and the thing set to moving in my ass, like it was a finger stroking my prostate. I gasped. My cock strained against the cage. I wasn’t sure I could continue to stand.

“If you can come like that, Nicky,” Kate said, “you have my permission. And if you can come when I do, that would be lovely,” she said, lying down on the bed, pulling Marianna down on top of her. And despite my arousal, I got to work again. Circling as the younger woman put a hand under my wife’s panties, fingering her, kissing her breast, stroking her hair with her free hand. I longed to see her strip off the last of Kate’s clothes so I could watch her get fucked. I moved in close so I could see, so that I could capture the image that I was sure Kate would want. She would want to remember this, this moment when all the attention was on her. I moved to Kate’s side, climbing on the bed. Marianna moved between her legs, brought her mouth to Kate’s pussy, pushed aside the panties, and kissed. Kate’s head tipped back in pleasure, and I saw it through the viewfinder, saw her close her eyes. I got the shot. Then opened them to look at me. I got that one too. She reached up her hand to me. I was kneeling on the bed next to her. She took my balls in her hand, holding my eyes.

“So. Good,” she whispered. Then she was lost to her pleasure, holding my balls. I was close too. The toy in my ass was bringing me close. The cage pressing my cock. The image in my viewfinder blowing my mind.

And then Kate came, surprising me with the suddenness of her orgasm, the force of it. She pulled on my balls as she came, gripping them. I don’t think she meant to hurt me—she had no idea where she was as far as I could tell, but the force of it caught me by surpise, interrupting my rush to orgasm. But hers, it rolled and it rolled and Marianna didn’t stop. She kissed and licked and fingered and Kate came over and over and over, thrashing, letting go of my balls, letting go of everything until at last she cried out, “Stop! Stop! Oh my god please stop.”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

My mother left my father and me suddenly when I was in my teens. Over the next several years, my father dated a few different women. The one woman who I liked the most was Samantha. My father had introduced me to her after they’d been out a few times. She was a tall, voluptuous woman with wide hips and huge boobs. She and I hit it off immediately. She didn’t immediately try to treat me as if I were her son. But she had a gentle, maternal way about her that I found to be very pleasant.

During the time immediately after my high school graduation, I began to feel a strange tension in my house. My father began acting differently. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but there was something happening that I wasn’t aware of. Soon afterward, it was announced he would be marrying Samantha. The wedding was put together very quickly and they were wed only 3 months later.

They decided against going on a honeymoon and I quickly learned why. About 5 weeks after they were married, my father and Samantha sat me down and told me my father had been diagnosed with cancer. 6 months later he passed away.

His passing seemed so sudden. I wasn’t at all ready for him to leave. But thankfully Samantha was there, we grieved together and that event brought us closer together. She and I spent those terrible months after his death growing extremely close to one another. We cried together, we laughed together, we grieved his passing until it hurt much less on a daily basis.

I put off college indefinitely. I kept the job I’d had through high school and spent my free time at home with Samantha. All my friends had left for college, so I really had no one else to spend time with. Not that I really wanted to, Samantha had proven to be a very good friend and stepmother.

Over time, I learned she was very open about sexuality. We had long talks about hetero, homo, and bisexuality. She loved to talk about fetishes, domination, submission, and exhibitionism were her favorites. She must’ve known when she began going into details about different fetishes, my mind was absorbing all she said. I used those little talks as fantasies during my alone times at night.

While heading to bed one evening, I stopped and kissed her goodnight. She sat there on the couch and looked up from the show she was watching. She asked if I was going to masturbate. I blushed, nodded my head and in a soft voice, told I was. She smiled and told me to take the box of tissues from the bathroom to clean up. She also told me to go pee afterward so I wouldn’t get a bladder infection.

I stumbled out of the room with humiliation burning to my core. Samantha knew I was going to masturbate! She asked and I told her I was going to play with myself! I was so embarrassed. But at the same time, my penis was rock-hard in my pants! I was mortified, but I did move the box of tissues to my bedside before I began. And I followed her instructions about using the bathroom afterward.

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen and while she poured me a glass of juice, she asked if I had a nice orgasm before falling asleep. I blushed and smiled, then told her I had a very nice orgasm. Over breakfast that morning, we had a long talk about masturbation. She reminded me it was a natural thing and I shouldn’t be ashamed of it.

That same afternoon, after walking out of the bathroom, she called my name and I found her in the living room watching one of her favorite talk shows. She muted the TV and while I stood right in front of her, she asked why I took so long in the bathroom. I blushed and mumbled something I knew she couldn’t hear. She asked if I had gone in there to masturbate. Blushing even deeper, I nodded my head.

She reminded me that I needn’t be embarrassed. And as a matter-of-fact, she would like me to begin announcing my intention to masturbate before I left the room. The concept of telling Samantha that I was going to go masturbate every time I did it was frightening. She would probably think I was a freak if she knew how often I played with myself! I did it a lot!

That evening, as I was getting up to go to bed, I leaned down and kissed her goodnight. I then stood up straight, and with humiliation surging through my body, I told her I was going to masturbate and then go to sleep. She leaned forward, patted my bottom with her large open palm and said, “Good boy. Have fun and don’t forget to go potty when you’re finished.”

The following morning at breakfast, I apologized because I’d masturbated before joining her that morning. She smiled, told me it was okay. And that she was happy I’d been honest with her. She then asked if I’d woken up with a stiffie. I told her I had. She asked if I got naked when I masturbated. I told her I usually just lowered my pants and underpants and pulled my shirt up. She then asked if I would try something new. She asked me to promise I’d get completely naked every time I played with aliağa escort myself. Orgasms are a very special thing and they are made so much better when naked.

There was something terribly embarrassing about her knowing when I would masturbate. And what was surprising was that I couldn’t stop thinking about her knowing. It was driving me crazy and I couldn’t remember ever being so horny, so often.

Just after we’d had lunch, I could stand it no longer. I bit my lower lip, looked up into her eyes and told her I was going to my room to masturbate. She pulled me into an embrace, one of her hands was on the back of my head, the other on my extreme lower back, my face resting just above her large, soft breast. She told me to remember to get naked first. She didn’t want me wearing a single thing. And after I’d cleaned up and gone potty, I was to get dressed and tell her if I preferred playing with myself clothed or naked.

As soon as she released me, I smiled up at her and dashed off to my room. I locked my door as usual and then quickly stripped off all of my clothes. My smallish penis was already throbbing wildly when I laid on my bed, on top of the covers. I took hold of my penis with my first finger and thumb and slowly slid them up and down. I spread my legs wide and felt so naughty being naked and playing with myself in the middle of the day. It was made even more naughty knowing my stepmother knew exactly what I was doing. Just before my penis squirted out its juice, I imagined my stepmother walking into my room and seeing me like that.

After resting for a few moments, recovering from a very powerful orgasm, I wiped up the mess with tissues. I then rose up off the bed and went to get dressed. But then I remembered what I’d been told. She told me to clean up, go potty and then get dressed. A shiver shot up my spine when I considered following her instructions exactly as she had said them. Having just fantasized about her walking in and seeing me masturbate, it didn’t take long for me to do the unthinkable.

Still naked, my penis began to stiffen anew as I reached for my doorknob. Cracking open my door, I heard the TV on in the living room and figured she would be on the couch. I opened the door far enough to step into the hall and quickly tiptoed to the bathroom. Just as I was shutting the door, I heard my stepmother laugh at something that was said on TV. The door shut quietly and I moved to the toilet. I lifted the seat and stood there and peed. It felt so odd going to the bathroom naked without any other clothes in the room and my stepmother in the house!

When I flushed the toilet, I was shocked at how loud it was. I had never realized how loud it was until that moment. I stood naked in the bathroom and waited for the noise to stop. When it did, I unlocked the door and cracked it open. Peeking down the hall, I didn’t see her and I still heard the TV. So I quickly stepped back into the hall and rushed to my room. My heart was pounding in my chest and my penis was stiff all over again. I laid on my bed, spread my legs wide and imagined her walking in on me. I considered masturbating again but decided I would do as I’d been told. I would let her know before I masturbated, not after. So I pulled on a white t-shirt, my underpants, and light gray, soft-cotton shorts. Even with my thin, 4-inch penis, it was still obvious it was hard.

I opened my door and walked into the living room. As I’d guessed, she was seated in her usual spot on the couch. I crossed the room and took a seat beside her. She waited until the next commercial before muting the TV and laying her large, soft hand on my thigh. Looking into my eyes, she said, “I love you in these little shorts. You’ve got the cutest legs for a 20-year-old boy! So, tell me, was it better to play with yourself naked?”

I whimpered softly when her hand squeezed my thigh. I told her it was much better to do that naked. It was so much more intense doing it naked in the middle of the day. When she didn’t say anything, I felt like I had to keep talking. So I bashfully shared the fantasy I’d had of her walking in and seeing me. She seemed to enjoy that fact. And when I told her about my naked trip to the bathroom, she squeezed my thigh and whispered two words under her breath, ‘good boy’. The last thing I told her was how stiff I got doing all those things and that I almost masturbated again, but decided I needed to tell her before I did.

With her hand still on my thigh, she looked into my eyes and asked if I was still horny? I bit my lip, lowered my chin and told her I was. Lifting my chin with her index finger until we were looking into each other’s eyes, she asked if I wanted to masturbate again. I told her I did. The pinky finger of her opposite hand slipped under the hem of my shorts and nearly touched my underpants.

In a soft, but firm voice she said, “Do you want to tell me anything?”

A new and more powerful wave of humiliation flowed through my body. My çiğli escort penis was throbbing wildly under my shorts. Every time I tried to look away from her, she guided my eyes back to hers with her finger under my chin. I had to force myself to speak. And when I did, my voice cracked, “I, I, I am going to go play with myself again.”

She then smiled and told me to go have fun. As I stood and began to cross the room, she told me to leave my bedroom door unlocked this time. A shiver shot up my spine and my little penis throbbed wickedly. And as I approached the hall, she reminded me to get naked first. I quickly reached down and pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. I looked back at her and smiled. She hooted and chanted “Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”

While still walking toward my room, I dropped my shirt on the floor and quickly hooked my thumbs under my shorts and underpants. Just after I turned the corner out of her line of sight, I dropped my shorts and underpants to the floor and kicked them back out into the living room.

After watching the last of my clothing sail into the room, she called out to me, “You naughty little thing! Leave your bedroom door wide open. And I want you to think about me watching you from the doorway while you play with yourself. Do you understand me, young man?”

I called back to her, “Yes Ma’am! Door wide open!”

I hopped onto my bed, spread my legs as wide as they would go, looking down between my naked thighs, I could see down the hall and it made me so very horny! I’d just looped my finger and thumb around my penis and stroked a few times when she called out to me from the living room. I felt so nasty laying there touching myself and continuing our conversation. She asked if I was touching myself. I shivered and told her I was. A few seconds passed before she called out and asked if it felt good. I called back to her and told her it felt very good. I was getting closer and closer to cumming when she called out to me one last time. She told me to yell out to her and let her know the moment I started cumming. Only a few seconds passed before I felt my orgasm well up inside me. Just before it erupted from my penis, I screamed out, “I’m cumming!!”

I remember looking down the hallway, wishing she would step into the doorway and see me. But she never did. My penis exploded all over my stomach, chest, and shoulder. I lay there exhausted, panting, trying desperately to catch my breath. When my heart rate slowed and I was nearly recovered, I took some tissues from the box and cleaned myself up. I then rose from my bed and gingerly walked down the hall. After closing the bathroom door, relieving myself and flushing, I cracked open the door and peeked down the hall. She was nowhere in sight. I made it halfway to my room when she called out to me again and told me not to forget to wash my hands.

Standing naked in the hallway, in the middle of the day and being reminded to wash my hands was such an amazingly embarrassing and arousing thing to endure. I turned on my toes and walked back to the bathroom. Leaving the door wide open, I washed my hands with soap and dried them on a hand-towel.

I dashed back down the hall and paused outside my door. My stepmother was out of sight, but I could see my shorts, underpants, and t-shirt laying on the living room floor. I stood there and considered my next step. I wanted to run out there naked and sit on the couch beside her. But I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Instead, I called out to her and told her to close her eyes. She asked what I was up to. I told her I needed to get my clothes, but didn’t want her to see me naked! When she promised her eyes were closed, I peeked around the corner and saw her facing my direction with her hands over her eyes. I asked if she was peeking. She told me she wasn’t. I then stepped into the room with my hands over my penis.

It felt so surreal to be there at that moment. She knew what I’d been up to. She knew I was in the same room naked. I was completely exposed in front of the most important person in my life. It was a feeling that sent shivers up my spine and made goosebumps rise up all over my body. Biting my lower lip, I slowly lowered my hands to my sides. My stepmother sat just across the room with her hands over her eyes and I was completely naked right in front of her!

I took a few steps and then bent to pick up my t-shirt. It was inside-out and twisted around. When I got it untangled, I slipped my wrists into the sleeves and raised it up above my head. And just as my shirt began to fall down my arms, my stepmother lowered her hands and saw me naked for the first time. When I looked over at her and saw her smiling, I squealed and told her she wasn’t supposed to look yet. I quickly yanked my t-shirt down and tried to cover my stiff penis, it sort-of worked. I told her to cover her eyes again, she refused. She told me I was too cute not to look at. I quickly debated what my next step should be. alsancak escort I decided to get my shorts on. When I went to pick them up, my stepmother whistled and told me I had a very cute little butt. I quickly stood up, blushing from head to toe.

With my toes, I pinched my shorts and underpants and kicked them into the hall. When I turned around, she whistled again before I reached back and tugged down my shirt to cover my bare cheeks. Once hidden behind the wall, I bent down and picked up my shorts and underpants. I was so embarrassed and turned on and excited. I’d never felt like that before. On some level, I wanted to run back into the living room and take off my t-shirt and show her all of me. But instead, I took my shorts and underpants into my room.

Knowing I wasn’t ready to run out there naked again, I debated what I should do. I wanted to keep the momentum of the afternoon going. I was having the time of my life! I soon decided on my next step. After tossing my underpants into the dirty clothes, I slipped on the little gray shorts. Looking at myself in the mirror, my stiff penis was plainly visible. On impulse, I took off my t-shirt and pulled my shorts up so they slipped between my cheeks and made my stiffie even more obvious. Just before leaving my room, I rolled the hem down to make the shorts ride really low on my hips.

Taking a deep breath, I left my bedroom and walked into the living room. While I posed for her, my stepmother smiled and said she loved my new look. She was soon staring at my little hard-on and asking if I needed to go back to my room to take care of my ‘problem’. I giggled while crossing the room and sat next to her. I told her it felt good to be hard and I thought I’d leave it that way for a while. I went on to tell her that I was surprised I was able to do it that second time so quickly. She wrapped her large, warm arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close to her. With her fingertips sliding up and down along my arm and naked back, she whispered, “You are such a naughty little thing! I never would have guessed that my sweet little stepson was such an incorrigible tease. If you keep this sort of behavior up, you may find yourself not being allowed to wear clothes.”

This routine went on for a few weeks. Every time before I masturbated, I reported to her and told her where I was going and what I was going to do. She always told me to strip naked first, leave my door wide open and don’t forget to clean up properly. She would usually ask me questions from the next room while I played with myself and always liked me to announce when I was cumming. Afterward, I always made the trip down the hall to the bathroom naked and eventually began to leave that door open as well.

Sometimes she would tell me to put on as little clothing as possible before coming back out to her. This felt like a challenge. I started out with shorts, she frowned when I walked out in those, she’d already seen me like that. So the next time I stepped out in my newest looking underpants. I was so embarrassed, I thought I was going to faint! But she smiled brightly and snuggled me close to her when I’d joined her on the couch. After that I wasn’t sure what to wear, I rummaged through my drawers and wound up stepping into the living room wearing a pristine, white ankle sock on my penis. She rose from the couch and gave me a big hug. Pulling my face into her pillowy, perfumed cleavage, she told me I looked fantastic. And she loved the fact that she could yank that sock off at any moment, leaving me completely naked in front of her.

Later that same week, I was in my room, naked and masturbating with the door wide open. My finger and thumb were sliding up and down my skinny penis when I heard the floor creak. Samantha’s voice was nearby when she asked if I was still playing with myself. I heard her footsteps coming in the direction of my room! I told her I was and spread my legs even wider as a huge wave of humiliation washed through my body. I really wanted her to see me like this, but the idea of it was so embarrassing! My penis throbbed wildly and a high-pitched squeak slipped through my lips.

I heard her footsteps stop just outside of my room. She poked her arm into my room and waved at me. She asked if I was still having fun. I whimpered I said, ‘Yes.’

She must’ve leaned against the wall outside of my room. She left her hand in plain sight. She told me she could hear the wet sounds of my fingers on my penis. She asked if I wanted her to step into my room. I told her I did. She asked if I was sure. I moaned back and told her ‘yes’ again.

She then said the words I’d been both aching to hear and dreading at the same time. She said she was going to walk into my room on the count of three. With every digit she counted off on the had I could see, I couldn’t stop myself from jerking off more furiously. When she finally got to three, she stepped into my room! But her back was to me! I came harder than ever before. And Samantha stood in there, facing away from me and listened to it all. When I’d calmed down, she asked if it felt good. I whimpered breathlessly that it was the best one ever. Without even making an effort to peek, she left the room while telling me that after I’d gotten cleaned up, I was to join her wearing only my birthday suit.

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This is my first time writing a story like this so please bear with me. Feedback would be nice too 🙂

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So a little background info to start off with. When this happened it was my 3rd proper relationship, and it just so happened to be the first time I had a boyfriend who was into feet as much as I am (he wasn’t a huge lover of socks but he didn’t hate them). We were also living together, it was a first for both of us so we were pretty exited (even though we only had a crappy studio flat). Anyway on with the actual story:

So it was a Sunday evening and I had just got home from work, (I used to work weekends since we were short on money) I work as a sales assistant in a clothing shop so I had been on my feet all day. By the time I got in my boyfriend was already home and had made himself comfortable watching TV. It had been a surprisingly busy day especially for a Sunday so rather than changing into some comfy clothes and grabbing something to eat like I normally do, I just walked Over to the bed and planted myself face down next to my boyfriend and immediately started bitching about my day, I didn’t even bother taking off my coat or my shoes or anything like that. I spent a few minutes complaining about konak escort my boss, crappy customers, stuff like that until I eventually said something along the lines of “I’ve been rushing about ALL day and my feet are fuckin killing me”. I knew what would be going through his head before I even said it, but I couldn’t help myself, I just knew he’d offer me a foot rub and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want one. Next thing we know I’m laid out on the bed with my feet on my boyfriends lap, he’s sat up eagerly pulling my trainers of (but trying to act like he’s not exited LOL).

If I remember right I had on some plain black socks that came about half way up my shin, but what I’m sure of is they had got really sweaty, it wasn’t a hot day or anything but I had been up and about constantly since we were so busy and the shop itsself had been blasting the heating all day but on top Of all that my trainers where really old and knackered so that made things worse (or better I guess, depending on who you ask).Now I’m not gunna lie, He was pretty bad a giving foot rubs. Not awful. But still pretty bad. Not that it really mattered because I’m pretty sure we both knew how this was going to end up, kuşadası escort doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to make him work for it though. To his credit he really did try to do his best which wasn’t always the case and even though the Foot rub its self wasn’t too great, his genuine care and concern went a long way to getting me in the mood.

I spent the next few minutes relaxing, enjoying my boyfriend’s hands on my feet as best as I could, making little cooing noises whenever he did something right or just to keep him in the mood. After a while I could see a very clear Bulge in his boxers and I remember saying something like “looks like your enjoying this more than I am” I don’t remember the rest of the conversation but we had a little dirty talk back and forth until I eventually pulled my feet away from His hands and placed them on his crotch. I didn’t waist much time because dirty talk really turns me and me and my boyfriend had been together long enough for him to know what gets me going, So I spent a few seconds rubbing him through His boxers before I hooked my toes into the waist band and pulled them down. He was so hard his cock sprung up straight away and that turned me on even foça escort more. Again I wasted no time and clamped my feet around his hard-on, let me just say I loved the feeling of his cock between my feet, I don’t really know how to describe it to a load of guys but squeezing his dick in sweaty socks was such a huge turn on and hearing him moan in and gasp as I did it was just the cherry on the top.

Next I started stroking his cock up and down, I wanted to tease him so I was doing it really slowly. It was so hot he was groaning so much and I loved the feeling of his cock between my feet, I was squeezing him so much the some of the sweat was dripping off my socks and between my toes which felt so great. Of course I wasn’t teasing him the whole way, I started to speed things up by rubbing him faster, which just made him moan more and the more noise he made the more turned on I got. Soon enough I was rubbing his cock furiously, I was moving my feet so fast I had to grab hold of my ankles for some extra leg support (of course during all this there was a whole lot more dirty talk). Soon enough he was ready to cum and I knew he loved to cum on my feet (usually I would never let him because I hate getting cum on me, but since I was wearing socks it was kind of OK) so I placed one of my feet against his waist and used My other foot to press down on his dick and continued to stroke him like that. I kept stroking him and telling him how much I wanted him to cum and soon enough he was exploding all over my sweaty black socks.

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Audrey stared, fascinated by the sight of the small male anus being stretched around the fat cockhead. She watched Isabella in her pretty stockings and blouse, looking so pretty and dainty as she continued to jerk off her paperboy while he was being sodomized. She knew the big penis would stroke his prostate and produce an enormous amount of cream from the young man. Once again she fanned herself with her hand as she saw the cock slide deeply into her young masturbator’s asshole. For the next twenty minutes or so the little kitchen was quiet, mainly because both males had been gagged. The only noises were those of cocks sliding back and forth, punctuated by harsh female remarks.

“Fuck it dickhead. Yes, you fuck his ass. Deep. Funnel, you cum soon. You come for mama with big dick up your ass.”

Audrey joined in, inspired by the sight of Ms. Fortune’s masturbation.

“Yeah. Oh, do it to him with your hand, Isabella. I’ll bet he has a really big load he wants to shoot.”

The kitchen, which had been denied so much privacy in the past few days was again intruded upon when a gang of young female eyes peered into it from the window facing the alley. The pretty cheerleaders bore witness from their hiding place and their mouths were all agape as they saw the dirty activities being performed. They saw the attractive older Women, one holding the kneeling male’s ass cheeks spread and the other lazily stroking his stiff dick and they all blushed prettily.

“Omigod!” Shelly whispered to her friends. She was the pretty pony-tailed blonde who had flashed her cute little white panties at him in the alley. “Look what they’re doing in there!” There was silence as they could only stare and marvel at how controlled the men were. They seemed truly helpless to do anything but obey their Mistresses, bound as they were.

Thomas, now known as Funnel, was overwhelmed by the sensations of the perverted acts he was being made to endure. That cock was so big up his ass! He hissed through his funnel as he felt the big dickhead rub against his prostate. It slid back and forth through is asshole like a relentless engine. Ms. Fortune was milking him just like a cow in a barn. Her soft greasy hand slid up to the base of his penis and then she would pinch it hard with two fingers to draw downward to the head. Her pretty little fingers would pause to tickle the bloated dickhead before sliding wickedly back upward to the base. Thomas was oblivious to his audience of cheerleaders… only the stroking that he was enduring in both his asshole and on his stiff cock. Audrey chose that moment to release one of his asscheeks and run a manicured fingernail down across his hanging balls. She had a smile on her face as she watched him shudder from the sensation. She would squeeze them every so often using gentle rhythmic motions as she held his ball sac in the palm of her sweet feminine hand. She saw his penis was an agonized purple color from the lazy, cruel stroking of Ms. Fortune’s hand as she jacked him off.

Outside, the girls were starting to giggle nervously from the indecency of it all. They all looked so cute in their uniforms and knee socks and saddle shoes. The skirts were all so terribly short that their little panties were continually peaking out from underneath in a most fetching way. They popped their bubble gum and continued to make remarks about what they were seeing.

“Look at that big hairy one buttfucking the other one. I mean… my god… he has got to have the biggest dick I have ever seen.”

“Lori!” Shellie slapped her friend playfully on the ass in admonishment.

“Its true. And look… he’s getting a handjob at the same time. God, what a pervert. That ödemiş escort is so totally gross.”

At last, at Isabella’s urging, Audrey put her hands on Dickhead’s hips to bring him to a halt. His big cock was about halfway up Funnel’s asshole. She wrapped her delicate fingers around the exposed swollen shaft and began to gently masturbate him into the paperboy’s ass. Funnel was bucking slightly to try and bring himself off into Ms. Fortune’s hand. She would have none of that and spanked him sharply across his bottom.

“You stay still! Mama milk you, but you no move for her! You want spanking?”

He groaned pitifully into the funnel apparatus attached to his discipline helmet and shook his head no. He was feeling like he was getting close to the biggest orgasm he had ever had. His sac was bouncing around in front of the women, making a foolish spectacle of himself. But of course, he WAS a pervert… a lowly jerkoff and now known only as “Funnel”. His purpose was clearly spelled out in his name. He was now the jackoff toy of two determined ladies both old enough to be his mother. He would swallow down the creamy sperm he and any other male cows made just to amuse the women. The dark notion swallowed him whole and he felt himself beginning the arduous journey toward a mammoth ejaculation. Each stroke of Ms. Fortune’s hand now brought him closer. When her hand suddenly left his penis he began to whimper like a frightened puppy. Audrey, who stood behind him jacking off Dickhead, was still smiling as the big penis began to fire wad after hot steaming wad of ballcream up his ass.

“Oooooh, Isabella. He’s cumming! I can feel it shooting out of his dick and up the other one’s ass.”

Isabella chuckled softly and returned a moment later with a condom package. She opened it with a fingernail and proceeded to draw it up the thick penis hanging down between his legs like a cow teat. Once in place, she began to masturbate him again but at a quicker pace.

The girls outside were very excited by the sight of his condom-covered cock being worked over by the female hand. They had a perfect view of the milking.

“Omigod now they’re jerking him off into a rubber! I cannot believe this.” Cheryl, a redhead with a big ass was giggling as she watched. The whole scene at this point reminded her of a barnyard animal being milked of his sperm. Funnel was bucking and making embarrassing noises that made Audrey and Isabella both grin. Her hand was really gripping him hard now and stroking him firmly up and down.

When he finally ejaculated it was indeed mammoth. The thick creamy goo blasted out of his tortured cockhead to fill the condom tip as Isabella pulled on him to empty his balls. Audrey pinched at his scrotum with her long fingernails a bit to encourage him along. His cock was throbbing in Isabella’s little hand and soon he was panting and exhausted from his ordeals. Ms. Fortune smiled down at him as she slowly drew the rubber down off his still fat dick. She pulled it down like a woman pulling off a stocking and began to scold him.

“Shame on you! You make big mess in here little boy. Should we tell his mama on him Audrey?”

Audrey seemed to be considering it as she tapped her finger against her pursed lips.

“Well, I think it may shock the poor woman to know that her grown up little boy here is such a pervert. Still… no perhaps another time.”

Isabella slowly removed one of her silky black stockings and began to unfasten the funnel from the young man’s helmet. Then she forced the odorous foot part into his mouth and told him she would be leaving for a while and when she returned she expected the seferihisar escort stocking to be cleaned spotless. He nodded stupidly and the young girls outside all broke into laughter. Especially Cheryl.

“Hey, he should clean my dirty socks too. They’re pretty smelly and could use a good mouth washing.” They laughed even harder at that.

Lori said, “He should clean all of our dirty socks. The pervert would probably cum all over from that.” More laughter.

The women left Funnel in the room alone. They had Dickhead back on his ball leash as they led him to his little cage. Thomas was suckling the dirty stocking in his mouth in a frantic effort to clean it to Ms. Fortune’s satisfaction. His anus was sore and his cock was hanging heavily downward between his legs. His balls felt drained and very exposed as he knelt there in his straightjacket. The young girls in the alley watched a bit longer and then left to go to their cheerleading practice. They discussed what they had seen the whole way there.

He heard the sound of high heels striding across the linoleum floor and looked up to see both Women had returned. They ignored him and took seats at the kitchen table. Ms. Fortune lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke.

“His mama will have to know, Audrey.” She said.

“I know.” She had a concerned look on her face.

“If you want to keep him she needs to know what is going on and what his future is, no? I help you if you like. I know a way to do it so his mama will want to have you take him for this.”

“Really? That would be nice, Isabella. You know so much and I want to learn it all.”

Ms. Fortune turned to look down at Funnel on her kitchen floor.

“Hey! You do good job on my stocking, boy. You make nice and clean or I spank.”

She pushed her chair out and got up to stand in front of him. She reached down and forced a finger into his mouth to remove the damp ladies hosiery. She uncoiled it and smoothed it out to examine the silk carefully.

“Is okay. You clean Ms. Green’s stockings this way now. You do as she say.” As she spoke she produced a thick leather collar and began to buckle it around his bare scrotum. She hooked a leash to it and handed it to Audrey.

“You take him home. I will call you before I go to visit his mama. You do what I say. This boy will be yours soon.”

Audrey rose from her chair and tugged smartly on the ball leash.

“Come along now you dirty little boy. You’re coming home with Mommy Audrey.”

Her sexy stockinged legs hissing as she moved, she went to the rear door that led into the alley. She led him out through this door as he stared at her beautiful large behind swaying in her skirt. His nostrils flared as he saw the cute panty lines that teased at him through the fabric. With leash in hand she pulled him along by his sac to her own home as Thomas followed along obediently on all fours, his balls swinging nakedly as he did.

Isabella Fortune had a drawer filled with condoms. These condoms, however, where not in the package. They were used and filled to bursting with thick creamy semen. The ends had been tied off into cute little knots and they sat in neat rows inside the drawer. She selected several of the filled rubber cylinders and put them into her purse. She took one more out and cradled it in her white-gloved hand as she examined the milky contents inside. She smiled at her clever plan to discredit the younger male.

Thomas’ mother was in the living room drinking coffee and watching the television when the doorbell rang. She got up and looked through the peephole to see Ms. Fortune standing outside selçuk escort looking very upset. She opened the door to greet her.

“Ms. Fortune. What can I do for…” the Italian Lady interrupted her.

“I am very angry for what he do to me! I have never had such a thing done before… I am a lady! He needs to be punished!”

“Ms. Fortune, I don’t understand. What’s wrong?”

Isabella reached into her purse and pulled out a sheer, pretty gray stocking… absolutely covered in sperm. The young man’s mother blushed and her eyes went wide at the sight before her.

“I…Is that…?”

“It is cum. Dirty boy cum from your dirty boy, yes!” She waved the fabric in front of her eyes accusingly.

“He go to bring me newspaper but he do this to my stocking! He make his disgusting bad boy mess from his penis all over my things!” She reached back into her purse and pulled out another garment. As she held it up in front of them, they unfolded to reveal themselves as a very pretty pair of silky full-cut pink panties… also covered in semen. Thomas’ mother didn’t think to question why the stains seemed so fresh, instead she was filled with revulsion and indignation. Ms. Fortune continued.

“I bet his bed… his underpants… his things are also very bad. Very soiled.”

The young man’s mother thought back to seeing the heavy creamy stains all over his bedroom window as she found him sleeping naked on the floor. Oh god, her own son was a pervert! At Ms. Fortune’s insistence, they climbed the stairs that led to his bedroom to conduct their inspection. When they opened the door, they saw a messy room with clothes on the floor and bed unmade but Ms. Fortune said they should begin with a search. Thomas’ mother went to the closet while Isabella picked up a pair of white briefs from the floor. She covertly dipped into her purse for a condom and split open the tight shiny white rubber with her fingernail. She then dumped out the gooey sperm into the young man’s underpants, making sure the cotton was quite saturated. She also took this moment to use another condom to squirt sperm all over his bed sheets. A few moments later she saw the boy’s mother come out of the closet with a black bag in her hands. She told her neighbor how sorry she was and that it was filled with dirty, filthy pornography. Isabella showed her the soiled underpants and the sticky bed sheet.

Ms. Fortune was very pleased with her performance so far and she actually shook her finger at the woman as she spoke.

“I am not so surprised. He is very dirty to do this to my things. He makes dirty mess in his room with his dirty magazines and should be very ashamed.”

His mother nodded gravely. “I could not agree more, Isabella.”

Audrey was very comfortable on her new chair. She was glad to have gotten the loan of it from Isabella Fortune. It was a large piece of furniture that was referred to as a Lady’s Throne. It was made of comfortable white leather that allowed for long hours of seated bliss… but that was not its most delightful feature. It also sported a carefully recessed opening in the seat. An opening through which a male face now protruded, held fast by leather straps that wound under his head and held him immobile for his duties. She had thoughtfully pulled her pretty panties down to her ankles before sitting to allow for her full bare bottom the play of his tongue. It was very busy in her anus at the moment. The lower half of him was naked and exposed as it protruded from the bottom of the throne and between her legs. She teased him with the feel of her panties against his cockhead and occasionally tugged hard on his ball leash to encourage his efforts.

“Deeper, please Thomas. I want to feel that tongue of yours all the way up my ass.”

He would have answered but his only reply was to burrow more deeply into the woman’s asshole with his tongue and to suckle hungrily with his lips against the opening. His penis throbbed against the teasing feel of her baby blue panties.

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Arthur appeared one Friday evening at Sandy’s door carrying a small woven basket.

“Good evening, Princess, I come bearing gifts.”

“You didn’t have to–you’ve always come without them,” she smiled, embracing him with a bearhug and a deep-tongued kiss. He responded in kind, leaving the basket on a side table and wrapping his arms around her firm back. Their lips met again, he gripped her firmly and tilted backwards, sucking her breath away as he did so. Sandy’s head spun at the sudden weightlessness and lack of air. He was slim and yet so strong, so gentle, so touching, so right.

Arthur let her down and shared smiles as she shook her head. He stroked her chin and let his hands slide down over her tee shirt, tracing the upturn of her breasts to her nipples. There he dallied, lightly stroking and pinching the peaks as they hardened, Sandy sighed and the two lovers kissed and licked each other’s cheeks and ears.

Arthur could feel his cock thickening beneath his shorts. “Shall we go upstairs or just collapse on the stairway?”

“Ohh,” she sighed, labia swelling beneath her skirt and belly. “What’s in the basket?”

“For that we need something more romantic than a staircase.”

“Come on, then,” Sandy hugged and kissed him again, grabbed the basket and led up the stairs.

In her room, the windows were open and a breeze wafted in from the sea, bearing the sound of the tide on the beach and the smell of salt, sand, and rosehips. The bedside lamp glowed a mellowed yellow white as they entered, arms around each other’s waist, kissing and nipping one another on lips, eyebrows, cheeks, and ears.

“You’re hungry tonight, good thing I brought plenty of food.”

“I’ve got what I want,” she replied, unzipping and pulling down his shorts. She dropped to her knees and nuzzled the bulge in his briefs.

“Oh, Sandy,” and he stood over her, hands combing through her thick mane as she nipped the waistband with her teeth and pulled hard. His tool strained stiffly before the cloth released it, springing up in bright red salute. She inhaled Arthur’s cock with her lips and cheeks, licking vigorously up and down and around its length as they moved backwards toward the bed’s edge where Arthur sat. His legs felt weak; Sandy kept swallowing him, soaking his erection with her saliva while her tongue ran under his close-cropped balls, a soft and moist sandpaper rasping over his wrinkled tightness. He held and caressed her head less for control than for the added bond between them, for Arthur loved the way she treated his cock. He looked down at the connection between them, Sandy sucking and pulling back on his shining penis until urla escort she held nothing but the cap between her lips. She gently ran the edges of her teeth sideways past the underside while her tongue nuzzled the head and teased the seeping hole.

“Ahhh, Princess, you’re exquisite,” Arthur sighed. She said nothing but ran back up his length, gulping him until her nose dipped into his pubic hairs. Sandy held her breath and consciously relaxed as the tip of his tingling cock hit the back of her throat. The gag nerves deadened and relaxed, her nose now pressed against his pubis. Then, gripping his tensing buttocks, fingers crawling toward his anus, she swallowed further, until the head of his cock went down her throat.

“Oh God!” he yelled, now taking her head in earnest and accelerating her back and forth motions. “Sandy, I’m coming, yes, yes. . .”

But not fast enough for her–she dropped one hand between her legs and up under her skirt to cover her fingers with her pussy’s juices, and brought them back to his ass, where she oiled his ring and plunged her middle finger beyond.

“Ooooh!” Arthur exclaimed and then again as Sandy’s finger pressed down and massaged his prostate. Combined with the motion and sucking grip of her mouth upon his engorged cock, the sensation was exquisite. Arthur gripped her skull and drove his member and a long shot of sperm down her throat.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he cried, hands relaxing after the initial ejaculation. Sandy gasped around his penis, her mouth welling with his come. Arthur pulled her up as she swallowed, kissing her forehead. ?That was so sweet, thank you, Princess,” he murmured as she crawled atop him and joined her lips to his.

“Ulp,” he gurgled with some surprise when Sandy poured some of his salty sperm in his mouth. They rolled across the bed in a tight embrace until Sandy lay on her back while he smiled down on her.

“So what did you bring for me?”

“Ah,” he said, caressing her belly and breasts under her shirt. ?Something sweeter. I’d call it a main course and undress is mandatory.”

They pulled off each other’s shirts and Sandy’s skirt. Now naked on the bed, they caressed one another’s bodies, smooth palms and fingers on smooth skin and fuzzy hair. His penis was still limp but her pussy awakened further with his touches, labia parting in anticipation of something filling.

“Here, Sandy,” Arthur said as he reached into the basket. “Fresh strawberries picked just for you this afternoon. Lie back, my sweet one, and let me feed you.”

“Mmmm,” she responded as he pushed the rounded red tip into her mouth. The berries menderes escort were no bigger than the end of his thumb, intensely red, ripe and flavorful. Now she bit into the tender fruit, lips closing on the stem held by his fingers. “Deelicious.”

Another berry whose body she crushed, juice exploding within her mouth. “Deelectable.”

And another, “Deelightful,” and she nibbled at his red-stained fingers. Arthur dipped them further into the wet redness of her mouth and leaned down to add his tongue to the proceedings. He pressed his body upon hers and, taking one of the hulled strawberries from the basket, crushed it within his other hand and smeared it down the conjunction of their bodies, from her breast to her hip. He grabbed another and fed her, now slipping off her body and alternating berries between her eager gullet and the broad expanse of her pale-skinned torso. In short time Sandy was coated in strawberry pulp and juice, and she was swooning from the flavor and smell and the firm movements of Arthur’s hand.

“Here’s a pretty sight, strawberries and cream!”

And he began licking her, from the slopes of her breasts, where bits of berry stuck, down to the slope of her belly where the juice had run into the cropped thicket of her mons. Arthur took his time, savoring the taste of the berries and the texture of her flesh.

“You are so sweet, Sandy,” he whispered between little licks flicking up to her stiffened nipples. She writhed in response, sighs escaping her berry-stained mouth. “How tasty is my little princess,” as he flattened out his tongue and laved the mound of her belly. By now, one hand stroked her far haunch while the other slid under her near thigh until she lifted her knee. He continued to lap down to the fuzz of her delta, his finger sliding from thigh to open, seeping pussy.

“And here we have strawberries and peach fuzz,” he whispered. Arthur caressed her with fingers and tongue, now a stiffer point pushing down to the top of her slit. Stopping at the hood topping her budding pink clitoris, he reached for the basket.

“May I feed you again?”

Sandy writhed with sensation. “Feed me, fill me, eat me, yesss.”

“That’s what I thought.” Arthur took the berries and began inserting them in her vagina. Each time he kissed the hood and brushed his tongue down the folds of her thighs and pussy, down along the lips as the fruit disappeared within her. Two, three, four . . . nine, ten, eleven, it seemed she was limitless in capacity. Sandy clutched the sheets and felt her cunt filling with fruit and sensation. She tingled with the feelings gathering, spreading narlıdere escort to other nerve endings between her hips and back to her spine.

At last Arthur stopped and moved around to lie between her legs. He was looking directly at her pussy, now bulging with slickened fruit, some of which were barely lodged between her lips.

“Sandy, you are so sexy, your pussy full of sweet fruit, held in by the muscles of your warm white thighs. I look up to see the creamy roundness of your belly, licked and washed by my tongue; the pointed peaks of your straining nipples, that my hands strive to grasp; and the passion so evident on your open face, that I long to kiss and hold again. But first, I must eat the fruit of your body, the red juicy sweetness of your lovely berry-filled pussy.”

And he plunged in, sucking the berries from her vagina, letting his lips nuzzle hers while he chewed. He filled his mouth with juice that he drizzled out over her clit, turning it from a moistened, glistening pink to red before closing his mouth around it and sucking up the mix of her and the berries’ essences. Sandy began to heave, her hips rocked, her thighs clenched around Arthur’s head, driving his face farther into her sweet mound where taste and smell converged. She could feel the remaining berries still filling her cunt, rolling over one another as his tongue lapped up from below to take another before stroking around top of her pussy.

:OOOHH!” Sandy bucked again, the stars exploding the spectrum behind her closed eyes. Arthur gasped for breath before her legs gripped him again, his hands reaching along her arching ribs for her breasts.

“YES! YESSSS! AAOOW!” she screamed, and two strawberries shot into Arthur’s open mouth between her shivering labia. He chewed, dripped, and slurped at her clitoral pool, driving her to another massive contraction. Sandy shouted wordlessly as more berries emerged from her depths. Her body was slick with sweat and as he squeezed her breasts he rotated his tongue around her clit, faster and faster, while Sandy bucked and bucked, her legs folding in a grip around his back and keeping him from being dislodged. POW! POW! POW! went her orgasm–or orgasms, for it was impossible to tell where one ended and the next started–until the strawberries were consumed by Arthur in the depths of her flowering, fruiting, flowing vagina.

Sandy lay slack, the soft lamplight illuminating the sheen on her gently heaving body, her half-open mouth, her half-closed eyes, and Arthur’s head resting on her hip next to her exhausted gap. Bits of juice remained among her labia and thatched hairs; Arthur slowly reached for them with soft kisses, giving Sandy delicate aftershocks. Finally he slid up beside her on the pillow, wiping her brow and kissing her cheek.

“Sandy,” he whispered, “my fountain of plenty, I worship at your cornucopia.”

“Arthur, that was amazing.” She stroked his hair.

“So what’s for dessert?”

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It was slowly approaching nightfall on All hallows eve. I was getting a bit nervous. This was going be the first time for me. I was hosting a party. Full costume party. The first time I’d ever tried to do this. Invited to the party were 15 girls and 16 guys. No one knew each other and all of them single, just like myself. All were told in their invitation that they were to wear a costume that would be sure to get attention and that their face was to be covered from the nose up at all times. I myself had chosen to dress as Cleopatra, wearing a top that barely covered my breasts and if I were to lean back, would flash everyone a view of my breasts. The bottom part of the costume was simply a pair of thin satin pants that were almost sheer enough to be see through, but not quite enough. Underneath this costume, I wore nothing. On my feet I wore a pair of simple gold slipper sandals. My face masked with a sheer veil, covering all but my eyes and my lips, which were both decorated with gold makeup. From my ears dangled small slave bell earrings that made the faintest tinkling sound when my head moves.

A knock at the door distracted me for a few minutes while the caterers started to set up the food for the party. Everything was ready now, just a matter of waiting until the guests started to arrive. Everyone was due to arrive at approximately 7 PM. I looked up to the clock.

“Man It’s only 5:30.”

I walk into the living room to check again. Everything is in place and perfect. All the furniture is moved out. There are piles of cushions and pillows against one wall and a across the entire hardwood floor was a velvet blanket. Not a thin sheet that would cause you to slip, but, what you would think is a carpet if you didn’t know better. I walked out to the private sitting room and made sure everything there was ready in there as well. The private sitting room was also lacking it’s normal furniture, but was decorated almost like the larger room. Only difference was that the pillows and cushions were laid out as a makeshift bed big enough for three or four people.

I walked out to the hallway and double checked everything in there and glanced at the clock, noting it had only been five minutes since the last glance. I went up the stairs and checked each of the guest rooms to make sure they were in proper order and everything was there as it had been instructed to be. I keep walking down the hallway to my room and slipped inside. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back to stretch out some. balçova escort As I lay there, I must have drifted off to sleep.

I felt something brushing against my legs, but I really didn’t think much of it, just mumbled a bit and stretched out more. I felt something brush against my breasts. I moaned out a bit and stretched more, thinking it was my top sliding up from my position. Then I felt it. A hand, cupping my breast from the underside. I groaned and arched against the hand, thinking it was my caterer, whom I had slept with on 3 previous occasions, coming to find me for this or that.

I arched up to meet the hand touching me without opening my eyes. I felt fingers on my nipple and I moaned a bit more, luxuriating in the feel of being touched. When I felt a hand brush against my pussy, I knew it was time to open my eyes and see who was teasing me.

I slowly opened my eyes, smiling, then I found I was alone in the room. Confused, I looked toward the door and all around. No one was there. I shrugged it off as a vivid dream and glanced at my clock, which now read 6:45.

“MMMmmmmMMMm, Time to greet my guests.”

I walked into the bathroom and checked my makeup, touching them up to make them shimmer. I shook my head a bit to hear my earrings tinkle. I smiled and slipped out to make sure the bed was perfect and glanced around to make sure that everything was perfect.

I slipped downstairs just as the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find all the guests standing there. All 31 had shown up on time, as requested. I invited everyone in and showed them to the living room. There was quite a range of costumes among the crowd. One that caught my eye was a pretty blonde girl wearing a short black dress, reminiscent of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. I glanced around at the other costumes. A Zorro caught my attention and I smiled. I stood up towards the table and smiled at the group, who were all looking at me, as if they expected something. So I started to speak to the group.

“First off, I’d like to thank you all for being so prompt, as well as for joining me this evening. As you all know, this isn’t your ordinary party. You were selected especially for this party. You will find that in total there is an even number of men and woman here. This is an Erotic Fantasy party. Your names were given to me by the owner of the local BDSM club. This evening is meant to allow you to fulfill your fantasy of having sex with someone you never met before or will ever bayındır escort see again, unless you somehow meet again. There are a couple rules that you must abide by though. You can never let your face be seen in the company of others and you must all practice safe sex. There are guest rooms up stairs for everyone, but you will have to pair off for them if you stay the night. The last room on the right is my room and no one is to be in there unless are with me. There is plenty of food and drink for everyone. Enjoy everyone. Literally.”

I then walked over to the stereo and flipped it on. As I adjusted the volume to be just right, I felt a pair of feminine hands on my ass and grinned to myself. I turned around and was swept into the arms of the gorgeous blonde Elvira. I moaned as she pressed her lips against mine, while thinking in the back of my mind, just how perfect this was going already. Much to my surprise, the amazing man in the Zorro costume decided to join us. I smiled at my two companions, looking to see if anyone was left all alone. Much to my surprise, everyone was already in several stages of sex with each other. I took them each by the hand and led them around the bodies all over the place and drew them into my private sitting room.

As I turned back from locking the door, Elvira took me back in her arms and kissed me again, pressing her lips firmly to mine. I moaned out softly as I felt Zorro’s hands at the small of my back, pressing me against Elvira more. I pressed in closer to her as Zorro nudged my feet apart from behind. I allowed this to continue for a bit, then broke the kiss and stepped away from them both, smiling as I turned on the private stereo and started to do a private dance for them both. I twirled slowly to the music as my fingers unbuttoned what little there was of my top. I stopped twirling briefly to smile at them both as I slid it open, showing them my firm breasts.

I twirled around as the top slid down my arms and off into one hand and I threw it towards them as the stood there, gazing longingly at me. I brought my hands to my breasts and caressed them as I twirled and danced more. Then allowing my hands to drop lower, I brought them to the tie string on my pants. I slowly untied the bow and drew them loose. I let them slip down a bit in both the front and back. I grinned wickedly as I let them drop a bit more. Slowly exposing my body to the captive audience. I allowed the pants to slide down my body, finally finding their bayraklı escort way to the floor and leaving me standing there in nothing but my slippers, veil and a smile.

I hear them both gasp as I bend down and wiggle my ass at them, exposing my opening to them. I giggle a bit as I stand back up and smile at them as the music comes to an end. I look at them, watching the entranced look on their face and smile to myself. I walk back over to them and step between them, placing a kiss on Elvira’s lips as my ass brushes against Zorro’s cock. I feel him harden more and wiggle against him again. I’m rewarded with a gasp and a moan as I trace my hand down the front of Elvira’s dress. I lean my head back and wink at Zorro and nod for him to start stripping. I find the zipper on Elvira’s dress and slip it from her shoulders, allowing her full breasts to come into view. I slide it down more, exposing more milky white flesh. I push further until it slides down to the floor, leaving her standing there in nothing but stockings and a garter.

Like me, she wasn’t wearing panties. A fact that didn’t surprise me much, knowing this party wasn’t exactly normal. I slid my hands over her body slowly, tracing fingers around her nipples until she moaned out. Then taking my hand down over her belly, and tracing around her navel. I let my hand roam further, against her silky smooth crotch. I grind my palm against her and let one finger slip gently inside as I guide her down to the cushions on the floor. I let my finger slip further inside to tease her clit while glancing back to watch Zorro undress. I feel Elvira arching up to meet the teasing of my finger and I take my head down to her breast, biting down just a bit on her nipple. As she moans and writhes on the cushions under my touches, I feel Zorro come up behind me and caress my ass. I feel his finger dip into my pussy. I groan and bring myself up, opening myself to allow him more access.

I suck harder on her nipple and slide my finger in deep then pulling out quickly. In and out, In and Out. Faster and deeper each time, brushing her clit each time. I gasp a bit as I feel his cock against my pussy. I press back against him and he slides deep inside of me. I start to thrust my finger in and out of her as fast and as hard as possible while sucking on her nipple. All while I’m finger fucking Elvira, Zorro is fucking me, hard and fast, thrusting in as deep and as hard as possible. My body is writhing hard against him, making it hard to focus on the prone body in front of me. I finally succumb and squeeze down hard on Zorro, orgasming hard. I continue to finger fuck Elvira, finally bringing her up one more time to a screaming orgasm that could be heard throughout the house. I laid down beside her and cuddled against her and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke some time later, alone.

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Beatrice got divorced at the age of 28 because her husband left one day and sent a van round to collect his possessions a week later, and then disappeared. Now, 10 years later, she lived alone and worked as a hospital administrator. She’d always been somewhat overweight. Unkind members of her family called her fat and her older brother called her stout, a word she hated. She thought of herself as cuddly, well-covered, and shapely.

“She should shape herself up,” they agreed among themselves.

What was true was that she had a lovely face; the face of a teenage girl still, with her mass of falling golden hair. Other women in the family laughed at her behind her back because of her size 20 figure, but they all secretly envied her face and hair.

She’d had affairs with a number of men since the divorce, including some that scandalised the family and they’d taught her a great deal about her own pleasures and desires. For some years, she’d harboured very special sexual yearnings based on these short friendships, and she longed to be able to indulge herself at leisure instead of hurriedly in a hotel room or when some man’s wife wasn’t watching.

None of her friendships had come to anything and she was beginning to think of herself as a solitary female. However, she’d also started to see herself as an experienced and predatory female, which would have been a shock to every other single member of the family, she imagined.

Over the same 10 years, she’d been watching her nephew Nicholas [known as Nicky in the family, to distinguish him from his father Nicholas, known as Nick], the son of her eldest brother and 21 years of age. Her observation of Nicky had developed into a serious lust in recent years. Every time he returned from his college and then university in Scotland, she sought an opportunity to meet him, hold him and kiss him. At his last visit to her little house, she noticed that he wrapped his arms around her ample figure and kissed her properly on her lips. He’d smiled into her eyes and given her a wink with the other eye, so that no one else there could see.

“Hmm,” she’d thought to herself, “I wonder what he’d do if I made a wicked suggestion?” She began to make a plan to see him again during his visit in a week’s time.

As her plans took shape, she looked at her own shape and was disappointed, to be honest. Completely naked, she paraded herself in front of the long mirror and saw things she didn’t want to see. Her breasts were pendulous and hung down almost to her waist when not supported in the vast machinery that was her bra. Her stomach was also hanging loosely over the top of her groin, as if it were a separate big flat breast lower down on her torso. Around her waist there were folds of excess flesh, which practically hid the existence of her waist altogether. Her dismay was growing.

“Nicky won’t be interested in this,” she said to herself, “he’ll know plenty slim young girls who can hold their bellies flat and whose tits point up to the sky. What am I to do?”

Her plans took another turn and she devoted the week to solving some of her problems, she hoped.

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At the agreed time, Nicky visited his Auntie Bea and it was obvious from the first moment that this could be a different kind of visit. He drove up to her door dressed casually in pale blue jeans, a lumberjack shirt and open sandals as befitted the warm July weather. She was waiting for him with the door open by the time he closed the car and carried a small canvas bag out with him. She wondered how the first contact would be. She also wondered if her personal preparations were sufficient and right for this visit. She’d planned how she’d meet him and was looking forward to reaching up the extra foot of his height. The dark blue dress she was wearing fitted her figure with not a millimetre of space, and she knew that she couldn’t sit in it; but that was all part of her plan. Standing around fully dressed or sitting down wasn’t what she had in mind.

Nicky put the bag down and placed both his hands on her waist; she raised both arms to his head and hugged him to her. Nicky pushed both his hands around her and squeezed, then he bent his head to her face and kissed her on the lips. Only briefly but with definite pressure and with his lips slightly open. He didn’t move for a few seconds, but remained holding her and squeezing her waist with his arms.

“Auntie Bea, he said very softly moving his lips near her ear, “are you wearing something specially for me?”

“Yes, Nicky, I hope you like it,” she replied.

“You’d better show me,” he was still speaking very softly, “and then I’ll tell you.”

“Come in here,” she whispered to him as if there were a crowd listening.

She led him towards her bedroom, walking backwards as she steered him, still with his arms around her.

In the bedroom he pulled her to him and kissed her again, and she took the full force of a real open mouth kiss. Their tongues met and hovered briefly towards the end, just touching at karabağlar escort their tips. She was aware of a protrusion into her groin from his trousers and knew that he was aroused. Instantly, that knowledge had the effect of arousing her also and she could feel the wetness between her labia.

Still whispering, he said, “I’ve been waiting to meet you like this, Auntie Bea; for years I’ve been waiting.”

“Well, you’ve a very naughty boy,” she smiled, and pretended to smack his face.

He caught her hand and said, “You’re still here with me, Auntie Bea. You haven’t run away from the naughty boy.” He smiled back.

“Naughty boys need punishment and that may come,” she whispered mysteriously, “but I’ve wanted this meeting as well, for years, Nicky.”

They smiled widely at each other as if each had a plan and was looking forward to enjoying it.

She reached up to his shirt, to undo the buttons, and he let her until she lifted it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. She placed her hands on his bare chest and felt at the hairs, taking little handfuls and tugging them gently. She looked up into his eyes. He kicked off his sandals by himself and reached down to her dress, but there were no buttons. He brushed his hand against her breasts and she slowly turned round so that he could see the long zipper at the back. It ran from her neck to below her bottom.

Before he took hold of the zipper, Nicky placed both his hands on her waist again, reached round to her breasts and cupped them both, whilst he kissed her hair. She made a soft purring noise, rather like a contented cat. Meanwhile his erection was prodding into her rump and they could both feel it. He felt down over her abdomen and knew there and then that she’d made special preparation for his visit that day.

He took hold of the zipper and started to move it down. As he did so, he realised how tightly the dress was holding Beatrice. At each movement of the zipper, the dress opened and he kept pushing until it finished and he was bending down near her bottom. She lifted her hands and pushed the shoulders off, so that the dress could be taken down her figure. Now her nervousness became acute.

As he revealed her figure under the dress, Nicky saw that she was wearing a ferocious firm corselette with its own metal zip at the left side, up to her armpit. As the dress dropped to the floor, he placed his hands on Beatrice’s figure and ran them over the taut corsetry as it contained her flesh. She had a waist and her abdomen was flat, absolutely flat. The corselette rose at the back to her neck and contained her shoulder blades and, at the bottom, it tucked under her buttocks before ending in a collection of suspenders and stockings. She was wearing no knickers. If Beatrice had sturdy thighs, the fact was hidden by this corsetry and the stockings. He ran his hands everywhere he could reach from behind, before slowly turning her round to face him. She kept her eyes averted because she still didn’t know what his response was going to be. She thought he was excited and his hands had been firm and deliberate as they moved over her, but still she was apprehensive.

He spoke in a whisper again, “Auntie Bea, you’re amazing. Is this all for me?”

She put her head on his chest and the tension of her worries all came out as she sobbed on her hands. “I’ve so much wanted you to be happy with me, Nicky, and this is so wonderful, now. Thank you.”

“No Auntie Bea, don’t thank me. It’s for me to thank you. You feel wonderful and now I wonder how you knew that I wanted to be with you all these years.”

“Oh Nicky, I didn’t; I just wanted you to like me and then we could be together for a time.”

“Auntie Bea, I don’t just like you. Now I want you very much. Can’t you tell?” and he pressed his groin towards her, so that they could both feel his erection against her corseted thigh. He giggled and so did she.

“Well, then, let’s see what we know about each other,” she said softly and moved towards the bed, but before she got there she stopped and took his right hand and lifted it to her tightly enclosed breast.

“Feel how hard this is, Nicky,” and she pressed his hand under her breast so that he could feel the weight as well as the tightness. He lifted his other hand and did the same with her other breast, cupping and pressing them both. Her breasts were bigger than he’d seen on any of his girl friends. These were mature breast but so contained, so confined, so controlled that they seemed to be muscular and active, not simply appendages on the front of her torso. Their feel and sight excited him.

Beatrice then took his right hand again and pressed it slowly down the length of her corseletted front. He could feel the bones either side of the centre, the unforgiving taut front panel, and then the triangular elastic insert at the bottom edge.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you, Nicky? I’m flat and hard for you to enjoy any way you want,” she was still whispering. He nodded karşıyaka escort slowly whilst looking into her eyes and letting his hand be moved downwards.

At the bottom edge of the corselette, she pressed his hand into the edging, where he could feel the two front suspenders, and then let go slowly as if to say, “Go by yourself from here.”

He moved his hand slowly down over the edge and curled two fingers underneath so that he cold feel her bush. She mewed softly with her lips parted, as they continued looking into each other’s eyes all the while. He extended his middle finger into her mound and her fleshy lips parted before him because of her wetness. She was on the point of dripping and he felt the slickness and thought of the pleasure of his entry that was to come.

She took his hand again, turned round to face away from him and placed his hand on her hip, pushing it slowly but deliberately backward and down, and then let go. He placed his hand flat on her hip and ran it down over her thigh with its four equally-spaced suspenders, wondering all the time how she could be so taut and hard inside the corselette. He’d no experience of such a sensation but the effect on his was instant and gigantic; his erection how had to be released. With his left hand he undid the buckle on his chinos, letting them fall to the carpet, stepping out with one foot and whisking them away to one side with the other. Now only his briefs contained his erect penis. His hand continued its downward movement and he could feel the long bones down the back of her corselette. He wondered again how a woman could be so closely confined, so shaped, so hardened. He reached the centre bottom edge and lingered over the edging as it clung under her bottom with two more suspenders just a hand-breadth apart, tugging at the stocking tops. With his middle finger, he pressed underneath the corselette as it contained her bottom and was surprised to feel that she was slick here also, with a different kind of lubrication. He realised that Beatrice had lubricated her anus for him, and became even more excited at the thought of what was to come. He reached down now with his left hand and pushed the waist band of his briefs downwards until it rested behind his testicles, and lifted his erection forward even further than it would have been.

Placing both hands on the bottom edge of the corselette, he took hold of the central suspenders and leaned forward until his erection was pressing into her rump. “You’re amazing, Auntie Bea,” he repeated in the same whisper, “you did all this for me?”

“Yes, Nicky,” she replied softly and leaned back against his chest and his erection. She also knew what was coming.

Beatrice took the one step to reach her bed, leaned forward with both hands and lifted her knees on to the edge of the bed, so that she was kneeling away from him. She lowered her head until she was resting on her elbows and her bottom was higher than her shoulders. Nicky pulled himself forward by his grip on the bottom edge of the corselette and, by good fortune or a happy accident of their anatomies, his erection lined up perfectly with the waiting lips of her vagina, so that they parted as he pushed gently into them. He couldn’t see under the corselette, as it held her bottom, but he pushed slowly and she opened in front of him until he was fully inside her.

“Aaah, Nicky,” she sighed, “that’s lovely.”

He thought so, too, but said nothing. He thrust back and forth with a steady rhythm; not too fast but fast enough so that she knew when he would make the return into her each time. He gripped her big tight hips and made sure that each thrust went as far into her as he could reach, and stopped for a second or two on each thrust. He wanted to feel her depths and imagine being at the door of her uterus; pressing against her cervix.

He became aware of another rhythm and realised that she had put a hand down to play on herself, and that she was breathing more quickly. He maintained his movements with a slight increase in pace as her breathing became more rapid until, with another great sigh she came to her orgasm.

“Aaah, yes; oh yes; yes, AAAH,” as she lost control of her stance, falling forward onto the bed. Nicky couldn’t hold her and she slipped off his penis. She lay there breathing deeply with her eyes closed and her hand still moving down on her labia and in her creases. He looked down at her without any disappointment; he knew there would be more to come. Much more.

“I’m sorry Nicky,” she started to recover, speaking into the duvet with her eyes still closed, “that was perfect. Thank you.”

“Auntie Bea, don’t thank me. You’re wonderful. What can I do for you?”

She turned her head and started to roll over to face him.

“Dear Nicky, you can do anything you want with me. You’re giving me such pleasure.”

She reached out to him and he put down his hand as if to take hers, but instead she gripped the edge of his briefs, located as they were behind his testicles. kemalpaşa escort She tugged at them, which had two effects: he moved towards her and the briefs came loose from behind his bottom. He reached down, pushed them to his ankles and stepped out. Beatrice rolled over on the bed, looking up at him with her breasts pointing firmly to the ceiling inside their shaped and constrained corselette prisons. She placed her hand on her flat and taut tummy and pressed to give herself the extra pleasure of knowing that she no longer had the gross pendulous body of yesterday. In that second she recalled the time she’d spent earlier in the day, forcing her body into the corselette, connecting the hooks and eyes, and making the zipper run all the way to her armpit. Connecting up her stockings. Three hours her dressing had taken and, at the finish, she was tired but also excited beyond her imagining. She’d deliberately not touched herself so as to remain ready for Nicky when, or if, he would make love to her. Maybe he would and maybe he wouldn’t; she’d prepared her body as well by emptying herself with her enema kit and lubricating her rectum as high as she could force the grease, in case that was his liking.

Nicky leaned across her and kissed her full on her lips again and this time their tongues entwined. He moved across her and rested his body on hers, taking some of his weight on one hand and caressing her taut compressed breast with the other. With a simple movement, his legs were both between hers and she parted them, raising her knees slightly. Whilst still kissing, he urged his groin forward and the happy accident of their bodies happened again: he slipped into her. Lifting his lips from hers, he looked down into her face and moved further up her body until she accepted him fully and deeply. His erection hadn’t subsided at all and now he gave himself up to the pleasure of ploughing into this amorous and willing woman. She raised her hands above her head on the pillows and let him move as he wished, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations of him sliding into her and over the corsetry that contained her.

Nicky was aware of the corsetry also, and especially the bottom edge that dug into his groin as he plunged deeply into her. At each inward stroke, he felt the tension in that triangle of elastic below her mound, and he enjoyed the knowledge that he was able to fill her and to move that part of her corsetry out of the way fifty times a minute as his orgasm began to build. He looked down at her and saw her face relaxed but also concentrating on her sensations. He saw the constrained hard and pointed breasts pointing up at him, and the bones and the panels of the corselette which brushed against his torso as he thrust into her. Every touch and every sight excited him more, the hardness of the bones and the seams added to his mounting orgasm, as did the feeling of her multiple suspenders against his thighs. Finally, as he came deep inside her, he let himself rest down part of his weight onto her corseted form and felt the corselette’s structure in detail against his stomach and his chest.

“Aaah yes,” it was his turn to sigh, “oh, yes. AAAH.”

He collapsed slightly to one side so as not to place his whole weight on her, but she wouldn’t have that. She put out her hand, took hold of his arm and pulled him across to her. He complied and lay full on her, with his legs still between hers and his hands on her breasts, his elbows at the side of her chest.

They both relaxed for a moment. She could feel his erection draining away and the flood of his fluids leaving her vagina, wetting the bottom edge of her corselette and the bed sheets. She didn’t care. She was replete. They started to recover their senses together and it was at that point that she made a discovery that was to change them even further. Nicky was no ordinary young man.

“Auntie Bea, I should thank you. You re lovely and I love your underwear,” he said gently, close to her ear.

“Nicky you’ve been a very naughty boy,” she joked, “you should be spanked.”

“Will you spank me, Auntie Bea?” he asked, and he moved to one side, presenting his bottom to her.

She noticed that his erection was entirely drained now, as she raised her hand and gave his bottom a very hard slap. The noise startled her and she wondered if she’d overdone it. He wriggled his bottom closer and made a sound, “Mmmm” which she thought meant “More.”

She gave him one heavier slap so that it hurt her fingers and he said, “Mmmm” again. Her third slap caused her more pain than him, she thought. He responded in two ways: he said “Mmmm” a third time but also reached down his hand and she could see that his erection had returned with more insistence than before.

Beatrice knew about this fetish from one of her short-lived friendships and she knew also that it suited her pleasure as well. She quickly stroked his head and said, “Wait; let me get something for you.”

From a drawer next to the bed she took out a tawse; a flat leather strip almost two feet long, with a twine-covered handle. She’d had it for some years since that particular friendship and it had cost her a lot of money. It was made by the Dick Company, in Scotland. The name of the company always made her smile but she’d been able to reduce her former friend to tears with it as she’s been enjoying his punishment.

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