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Jennifer Ashton was sitting at her office, checking boringly her duties on her computer agenda.

Being a well known nutritionist has its advantages, but being a futanari nutritionist is just the best, especially for the number of gorgeous fitness models looking for her advices…and her extra appendage.

Jenny is around 38 years old, she’s quite a robust woman, she leads a balanced and healthy life. In fact, she goes regularly to the gym, years of training gave her a pair muscular legs. Especially glutes and quadriceps which were the most noticeable parts of her body, she likes to think that they fit better with her 35 cm thick beast. She has blonde long hair with light brown eyes and quite high cheekbones.

She is wearing a professional white coat, under it a white sleeveless top matched with a pair of brown leggings, not hiding at all the huge package inside them, and high heels.

All of a sudden, her secretary, a young and sexy blondie called Monica, knocks the door and enters the room.

“Ma’am, Eva Andjukovic has arrived,” said Monica smiling.

“Let her in darling,” replied Jenny.

Eva is a stunning beauty, she is not very tall, with long dark hair and deep black eyes, but what immediately arouses Jenny are her shapes: she clearly is a fitness model, Jenny notices her firm thighs which match perfectly with an even firmer, but wonderfully round, butt.

Jenny can see the glutes’ shape even from the front, thanks to the tight green military shorts the brunette is wearing, that provocatively reveal just the lower side of her beautiful ass.

Moving her mesmerized glance up, Jenny sees that Eva is wearing a very short black top that entirely unveils her belly, showing off an enviable six pack. The beauty doesn’t even try to hide her tits, which are also noticeable, with the help of plastic surgery she can boast an abundant D-Cup.

Eva puts on a bright smile and approach the doctor to shake her hand, letting her black ankle boots clap on the floor, slightly blushing when she notice the bulge in the nutritionist’s pants.

“Good morning miss Ashton, I’m so glad to meet you,” said Eva with genuine joy.

“The pleasure is mine beauty,” replied Jenny.

They shake hands and kiss on cheeks, the nutritionist invites Eva to sit looking at her ass wiggling.

“Thank you dear Monica you can go now.” Jenny winked at her secretary.

Monica send a kiss to her and close the door.

“So miss Andjukovic…”

“Oh please call me Eva,” said the brunette laughing hysterically.

“Perfect,” Betturkey smiled Jenny “Miss Eva…I can clearly see that you are in perfect shape, your muscles are tonic and your skin seems smooth. So, why do you need my services?” asked Jenny with curiosity.

“Well, you see Miss Ashton.”

“Jenny, please.” the nutritionist interrupted her, smiling.

Eva giggled and continued, “There’s gonna be a very important beauty contest next week in town, it’s called miss BB, where BB means Big Butt hihihi,” Eva chuckled a little embarrassed.

“Oh but I can see that you are well prepared for it, you have a world class ass young lady don’t underestimate it.” Jenny complimented her client.

Eva blushed, amused by the praise of her bum, she is very proud of it, “Oh Jenny that’s so sweet,” said putting a hand on her chest.

“but in order to participate I need just few centimeters more, look.” Eva stood up and turned her back to the doctor showing with her fingers just how much she’s missing.

Jenny must bless her immense patient not to jump on Eva like a tiger and bury her face (and dick) between those wonderful cheeks. She didn’t want to waste any time more.

“I understand.” said Jenny, while raising from her chair, approaching the front of her desk, showing her protruding cock to her client. “As a nutritionist I can give you advices on specific diets, or suggest different physical exercises, anyway I think it would be useless in your case.”

“But, as a futanari, I can give you something special.”

“Oh well, I see!” thought Eva giggling at Jenny’s bulge.

“Have you noticed Monica, my secretary?” asked Jenny.

“Yeah she’s a very cute girl,” replied Eva.

“Indeed she is. She has curves in all the right places and yet she doesn’t hit the gym or follows a diet like you do.”

Eva widened her eyes almost shocked: “NO WAY! That’s impossible, it can’t be all genetics, she must have a secret to keep a body likeOH GOSH!”

Jenny couldn’t hold it any longer and decided to drop her leggings to the floor revealing her full erect cock to the bimbo in front of her “Uff, finally free,” she sighed.

Eva sat back on the chair, gasping in amusement and couldn’t keep her eyes off that meaty and veiny trunk. “What I meant is that,” continued Jenny while slowly stroking her shaft in front of an hypnotized Eva.

“Monica doesn’t need nor gym nor diet because she can swallow futanari’s cum whenever she wants.”

“Lucky bitch!” thought Eva, gulping down in anticipation.

“Now, I guess Betturkey Giriş you already know the nutritional properties of dickgirls’ sperm,” continued Jenny.

“Yeah, I-I’ve read something about it,” said Eva babbling.

“Good girl, this explains why you came right in my office,” said Jenny touching her huge member teasing Eva, knowing exactly what she wants.

The nutritionist suddenly stopped her masturbation, she put her hands on the desk, leaving her now full erect cock suspended in front of Eva’s face.

“I have some cups full of sperm that I can sell you if you want, one glass a day and your ass will grow that little bit of fat that it needs…or,” she said.

“or?” asked Eva impatiently.

” you can drink directly from the source,” replied Jenny with a bright smile, pointing at her dick.

Just the signal Eva was waiting for. She took a firm grip of Jenny’s cock stroking it vigorously “I’ll pick the second option.” said Eva lusciously.

“MMH smart girl,” hissed Jenny savoring Eva’s pleasing touch.

Now was Eva’s turn to tease: she opened her mouth and let Jenny’s cockhead inside without closing her lips. Letting her warm breath heating up the wonderful dick, all while stroking it with both hands.

“Shit, this slut knows how to do it.” Thought Jenny while a little moan escaped her mouth.

Eva proceeded putting a hand on Jenny’s strong lap while the other continued stroking the nutritionist’s cock, harder and harder.

“MMH GNNNh!” grunted Jenny.

“You have such a splendid cock,” said Eva while kissing passionately the head of Jenny’s girth “so hard MMMh SLURP,” The sounds of Eva’s sloppy kisses filled the room.

“OOOh yess, it’s all yours AAH take your time sweetie UUUh the longer the blowjob the bigger the load OOOH FUUCK.” Eva moved down to the base of the dick, leaving the glistening head free from her heavenly kisses. She started licking furiously like she was mad, saliva drooling down her chin, bathing Jenny’s balls.

Jenny looked down to meet Eva’s half closed eyes, lost in her slutty haze, sniffing at the strong overwhelming flavor of dickmeat. “OOH god baby AAAH I love your look MMMMH GNNN PRECUM!” Jenny almost screamed.

A drop of precum was leaking from the tip of the nutritionist’s dick, Eva quickly moved back to the big cockhead, engulfing all of it not letting any drop of precious cum escape her mouth.

Jenny felt Eva’s tongue swirling around her cockhead with gusto “AAAAh yes, precum is awesome for your ass MMMh don’t waste it.” Following Betturkey Güncel Giriş the nutritionist advice Eva closed her eyes and started sucking hard on the tip of the cock, collecting every drop of precum she can.

“God what a marvelous sight,” thought Jenny looking at Eva’s cheeks sinking with every suction.

Suddenly Jenny’s phone ringed two times on the desk, the signal that, shortly, the next appointment would have started.

“Mmh baby we don’t have much time GNNH in ten minutes you need to leave OOOh!” said Jenny with a little bit of regret.

Eva knew it was time to have her drink, she put her hands on Jenny’s strong thighs, looked up at her lover and in one single thrust she swallowed the entire monster cock of the nutritionist. Her nose pressed against Jenny’s crotch and her tongue licked at the warm ballsack filled of precious sperm.

“AAAAAH OH GOD OH GOD YOUR GORGEOUS!!” said Jenny, surprised by her client’s sudden motion.

The sexy brunette didn’t waste time and started bobbing her head up and down the meaty pole coated in a mixture of precum and saliva.

“SHITSHITSHIT!!” hissed Jenny with clenched teeth, the sounds of Eva’s gags and gurgles filled the room. At this point it was almost impossible for the nutritionist to resist the temptation of grabbing Eva’s head and facefucking her wildly and relentlessly. But she decided to keep a professional attitude and just held her hands tight to the desk.

“Ooh God I’m so close MMMH AAAAH!” Jenny felt her balls tighten, ready to splatter a huge load.

Eva felt the cock stiffen in her mouth, a muffled cry of joy escaped her mouth as she buried the whole prick down her throat massaging it with her throat.

The feeling of the brunette’s tight throat sent Jenny over the edge.

“OOH YESSSS Here it comes sweetie SWALLOW EVERY DROP,” shouted the nutritionist in pure bliss.

Rope after rope of white, thick, salty cum splashed inside Eva’s throat who gulped down eagerly like her life depended on that succulent white nectar. Her eyes started watering for the effort, but she was doing great, not a single drop was escaping her well ceased lips.

“MMMH YEEES suck me dry honey,” moaned Jenny.

The nutritionist’s orgasm lasted for an abundant minute. After the last drop of cum came down inside Eva’s stomach she let the immense cock free with a loud POP and took deep breaths.

“You’ll have the ass of a goddess in no time thanks to what you’ve just done,” purred Jenny.

Eva stood up, wiping her forehead from the sweat and her mouth from the saliva.

“If I’m gonna win the contest, I want your beast up my ass,” said Eva panting heavily.

“You bet I’ll do it,” said Jenny while squeezing her client’s succulent ass “If I were miss BB’s judge you would have already won.”

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Fear and Lusting

Chapter One

(Note to the reader: This is the first chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I’ve tentatively titled “Making Love to Horrible People.” Each part consists of about 4 or five chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.)

Dan heard a car door slam outside and he immediately padded over to the window, scooping up his shoes from the floor as he went. His heart rate quickened as he looked out the window from the third floor apartment in the old converted house. The girl was home sooner than he had expected. She had only been gone twenty minutes and he had thought he’d have more time. He heard her car yelp as she locked it and walked to the front door. Dan ran, stepping lightly, to the back door of the apartment. He pulled on the doorknob and it came off in his hand. He stared at it in wild disbelief. He scanned all the interior locks and frantically tried to undo them all and then shoved the doorknob back on its nub and turned it. It spun uselessly.

He cursed his luck and fled to the storage closet he had rummaged through earlier. He had seen a wide roll of duct tape there and grabbed it before advancing on the front door to the apartment. The door was already opening and he was still twenty feet away from it. He froze and dove into the nearest room to him, the bedroom in the middle of the apartment. Several of the girl’s things from her jewelry chest and lower dresser drawers he had already taken out and stuffed in a gym bag. His heart was pounding and he grabbed the bag and dropped down on the floor and scooted under the bed. It was clichéd he knew, but he knew the bedroom was the first place she’d go before settling down to eat in the kitchen and giving him a chance to either escape or surprise her and bind her up so he could get out without alarm. He tried to steady his breathing and pulled the ski mask he kept just in case of emergencies like this over his head as she entered the room.

From under the bed, he could see her feet as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her pants to her delicate ankles and stepped out of them. Her blouse dropped to the floor soon after. Dan’s mind processed his cock’s immature excitement and threw it away. He was petrified of being discovered and could think of nothing else but remaining hidden. She left the room and he could hear noises from the kitchen, where the back door was located. He hoped like hell she didn’t notice any of the locks undone. She was making popcorn and the smell soon filled his nostrils. He just wanted to wait until she was settled, and then he could creep to the bedroom door and make a break for the front door. After she finished making her snack, he heard her sink onto the futon facing the TV in the living room and turn it on.

The living room was right outside the bedroom door and he again cursed his luck. He decided the best thing to do was wait for her to use the bathroom before he tried to leave. Dan waited there and the afternoon shadows turned to night, while he rested on his back. He used the time to take out and inspect the objects hidden under her bed. He found that if he stretched them toward the light spilling in from the doorway to the living room, he could make out what they were. There were the typical items a girl might have stored there: neglected shoes, old textbooks, old underwear and boxes of letters from previous boyfriends.

Then, there were the magazines. Dan couldn’t help but study them in detail. They contained graphic scenes of bondage, rape and torture as well as collections of erotic stories of BDSM, infidelity and incest. His eyes widened and his pulse pounded as hard as it did when he saw her come home. He realized his cock was not only excited, but also completely rock hard. If she was so into chicks being dominated, maybe he could… Dan shook his head and shoved the magazine away. That kind of shit gets stupid pricks caught, Dan thought. The dumb rapists leave their sweat and dirt and semen all over the victim… all over them… all over their beautiful tits… Dan pulled his hand off the bulge in his pants.

No, he told himself. Just wait for her to go to the bathroom and then book it, he commanded himself. He hadn’t had much of a chance to get anything he was certain was valuable while she was away, but maybe after he got out of here he could sell what he had and get himself a whore or a few really high quality sex DVDs, and at least have money left over. He could still come out ahead.

He heard the TV turn off and the girl move off of the futon and Dan shuffled back under the bed. She came into the bedroom and flicked on the light. Dan froze and stopped breathing, his pulse thumping in his ears so loud he was sure she could hear it. She stood near her dresser, opening something on top of it, probably her jewelry case, and Dan’s eyes bugged out, thinking she’d notice what he took. Then, he heard the lid snap shut and she retreated to the living room, shutting the light off behind her. Dan let out a slow exhale and took xslot measured breaths for a minute or two before reaching over to the plug in the wall near his head that led to the lamp that was controlled by the light switch and pulled it out, cursing himself for not thinking of it before. Amateur mistake, he thought. I’m getting distracted here.

As he tried to relax and focus on the sounds coming from the next room so he could tell when she went to the bathroom, he could make out odd noises. It almost sounded like moans, but they seemed tinny and distant. Curiosity was getting the better of him and he crawled back out to peak around the door from the floor to see what she was doing. The girl was lying on her side with the top of her head facing him and looking at her laptop, positioned on the edge of the cushion. He couldn’t see what she was looking at, but the sounds coming from it became louder as she tapped a key a few times.

“You like that, bitch?”

“ANHH!”

“Are you going to be a good little whore for me?”

CRACK!

“AHHNNHH! Oh yes! Yes, I will!”

Dan’s cock throbbed and lurched in his pants as he realized she was watching porn. In spite of himself he crawled out further and raised himself up into a standing position behind the door, which was still partially closed, and peaked out again. The futon was straight across from him and perpendicular to his position, pushed up against the living room wall that separated it from the kitchen. The girl was lying down on it, her head toward him. Her smooth and well-formed legs were splayed, one pushed against the upright part of the futon, the other slightly bent and flat on the cushion with the knee toward the edge. He could just make out her red panties as she idly rubbed something he couldn’t see near them. When she took a deep breath, he could also see over her shoulders her full and round breasts heave against her matching bra and then disappear from sight. On the screen of the laptop he could see images that made him almost want to gasp, but he struggled hard and remained silent. He saw a naked woman bound with her hands behind her back and feet tied together and bent over some kind of low saddle horse. Her mouth was hanging open and a man was circling her and whipping her ass. Dan swallowed loudly and hoped the girl didn’t hear. She didn’t, and she continued to watch.

As she did, Dan heard a loud hum begin and realized the object the girl had retrieved earlier had been a small vibrator, one of those bullets or rabbits or whatever. Her right hand was in her panties and she was using the other to search for more porn. Dan’s cock was throbbing and was taking control of his mind. He stroked it through the fabric of his pants, trying to maintain some semblance of control by providing some tactile satisfaction. Maybe if I just cum in my pants, he thought, I’ll be able to keep my wits about me and get out of here without notice.

The girl decided on the next on-line video and Dan watched from over her shoulder, stroking and grabbing his cock head as it bulged out from his underwear and pressed against his pant leg. He could see another naked woman strung up in a harness swinging from the ceiling and being fucked from behind by some guy. He was savagely spanking her ass. The camera switched angles and all of a sudden, Dan could see she was taking his cock in her ass. Dan’s dick head throbbed achingly and he grabbed and shook it savagely and silently. The humming stopped just then and the girl paused the video and began to rise from the futon.

Dan released his cock and retreated, fleeing as lightly as possible around the end of the bed to the darker side of the room. The girl entered and flicked the switch again. The light didn’t come on. She tried it again and nothing happened. Her hand fumbled for the lamp and tried the switch on the stand. Still nothing. She cursed softly and began to feel her way around the bed to the lamp on the other side, the one next to which Dan was crouched.

Dan knew there was only one way out now and he leaped out of the shadows and grabbed her by the throat and threw her face up on the bed. Her surprised cry was strangled silent as he squeezed her larynx so she could only choke instead of scream as he climbed on top of her, pinning her arms under his legs. He moved one hand up to smother her mouth and heard her groan and gurgle. He released her throat and produced a knife from his back pocket and held it to the side of her neck while he covered her mouth and pressed his weight down on her. He could feel her breathing was rapid and panicked and he tried to make sure her nostrils were clear of his fingers.

She tried to kick her legs up and Dan pushed her face down and pressed the blade against her throat. “Listen!” he snarled. “You’re going to be just fine. All I wanted was to get out of here without anyone noticing but you came home sooner than I thought.” The woman tried to force her knees toward his kidneys and scream at the same time.

“NO!” He hissed in a harsh whisper. xslot Giriş “I don’t want to hurt you! I just want to make sure you can’t call the police as I leave. That’s all!” He brushed the flat of his blade up and down her throat to remind her of it. The girl’s knees were jammed into his lower ribs and had been trying to squeeze, but now they relented a bit. “I promise you’ll be just fine. All I wanted was to steal some stuff and leave. I don’t want to hurt anybody, so please don’t make me,” he said as sincerely and yet menacingly as he could. Her legs dropped down hesitantly and her pinned arms relaxed a little.

“Good,” he said as he withdrew the knife and placed it near her head. He could feel her rapid breathing as it blew out of her nose and across his hand. Her heaving breasts pressed against his thighs as he sat on her chest. He shifted his weight a bit to relieve the pressure on her lungs. His eyes were more adjusted to the dark than hers at this point, so he could study her features while she blinked and tried to make him out. She had high, rounded cheekbones and wide, dark eyes. Her brown straight hair was soft and silky and he resisted the temptation to stroke it. Her sharp jaw line pressed against his hand seemed fragile and beautiful. He wanted to kiss it, but squeezed his eyes shut and stopped looking at her.

“Now,” he said as he shook himself from his lust and reached for the pair of old silk panties he had stolen from underneath her bed in case he needed a gag. He dropped them near her head and then pulled the duct tape roll from the large pocket on the front of his pants. “I need to make sure that you don’t make a sound. I guarantee this won’t harm you, but it will be a little uncomfortable. Just open your mouth and don’t try to fight it. You might choke yourself.” He fed the panties into her mouth and she kept her teeth shut and tried to turn her head as she whined and failed to contain a loud sob.

Dan roughly pulled her face over to look at him. “Jen… yes I know your name. I saw it on the mailbox. Listen to me. The only way I’m leaving here is with you either unable to call for help in the immediate future or incapable of it ever. You’re a woman who lives on your own, so I imagine you’re bright enough to distinguish between the two.” Jen shuddered and whined under his hand. “Be a good girl and let me bind you so I can get out of your life and you can continue with yours. Try to fight me and you’ll force me to doing something neither of us wants. You understand?”

She took a couple of quick deep breaths and nodded sharply, her eyes wide and focused on his. She could now faintly make out the ski-masked face above her in the dark room. She gasped and he pressed the panties into her mouth and she accepted them. He tried not to press too far or too firmly. “Shove them up against your teeth with your tongue and try not to swallow until you have them in place” Dan looked at her after he finished feeding her the soft silk. She seemed to breathe ok. “You all right? Can you breathe?” Jen nodded. ” Is any part of it too far down your throat?” Jen shook her head.

Dan grabbed the duct tape with his free hand as his the other still lightly covered her mouth. “Ok, then. I’m going to secure the gag on you. This is duct tape. It holds lightly to skin, but securely to itself. It won’t harm you when peeled off, so I don’t want you to be worried, understand?” Jen nodded again, seeming almost too calm. Dan eyed her cautiously as he grabbed the loose end with his teeth and pulled out a strip. He bit it off and placed it over her mouth. Jen’s breath quickened as she felt her mouth fastened shut over her gag. Dan ripped out another piece and ran it from her nose down below her chin, securing the other strip and restricting her breathing further. Jen started to whine and squirm and he made sure her nostrils were clear before using his free hand to press her forehead back on the bed and lean his face over her. “Calm down, Jen. Calm your breathing. Breathe steady regular breaths. You’re going to be just fine. You can do this.”

In spite of herself, Jen slowed her breathing and concentrated on steady shafts of air entering and exiting her nostrils. She felt herself calming down and noticed the burglar was looking into her eyes and stroking her hair. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing great, Jen. You’re going to make it through without a scratch. Just think. Next time you’re with your friends you’ll have this scary and interesting story to tell them and they’ll just adore you and admire you so much for being so brave and calm through it all. I just know it.”

Jen’s eyes welled with tears. She had never heard anyone say those words of encouragement to her ever and she could not understand why the most frightening individual she had ever come across was saying them now.

“Listen,” he continued. “I need to bind your wrists and ankles together and then tie you to the bed.” Jen sobbed and shivered and started to choke. Dan grabbed her by the bottom of her jaw and pulled gently up to xslot Güncel Giriş stretch her neck out. “No, no, Jen. I’m not going to do anything to you. I just need to make sure you won’t move and take off your gag and call the police. Now, just breathe, sweetheart. Steady. In and out. I promise you, once I leave, I’ll make an anonymous call to the cops after 15 minutes and they’ll come make sure you’re ok. All right? Everything’s going to be fine.” Jen stopped choking and she calmed as this stranger stroked her face and hair and stared deeply into her eyes. She nodded, ready.

Dan pulled a long strip of duct tape off and wrapped a figure eight around her wrists with a few inches of space between them as he held them near his face and squatted gently on her abdomen to apply just enough force to keep her submissive. She remained calm and looked at him. “OK, now I’m going to tie your hands to the head of the bed so you can’t move your arms.” Jen made no response as he put his hands under her armpits and lifted her and shifted her around so she was lengthwise on the bed and started tying her handcuffs to the iron railed head frame with more duct tape. He had noticed she had even moved her legs to help and was glad of it. He really didn’t want to hurt her at all and couldn’t wait to get out of there. He finished securing her hands and moved to the foot of the bed.

“Now, I’ll just secure you’re feet and I’ll be out of here and just a bad memory for you, Jen. We’re almost done.” He got off the bed and moved to the foot of it and took her feet in his hands and took out the tape. He paused. He looked up the long, shapely legs and smooth thighs to the sexy hips still covered in the tight red cotton panties. Her small waist led up to her toned abdomen and he watched it heave up and down steadily. Then he noticed she was moaning softly. Her legs and arms and hips were moving, ever so slightly. His hands moved up a little to her ankles and she might actually have moaned a little louder and arched her back a little. Her high firm breasts stretched against the matching red cotton bra. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head was tossing gently back and to the side, her soft brown hair a mat of silky comfort beneath her head.

Dan snapped out of his trance, even though his cock insisted this daydream was worth pursuing. He cursed his stupidity and pulled Jen’s feet to the iron rails and secured them. He blinked and hesitated when he finished. He didn’t even notice what he had been doing. He had tied each foot to each corner of the bed, so Jen lay on her back, spread out before him. He simply meant to tie her feet together and secure them like he did with her hands, but instead he bound her like some sacrificial slut. His eyes were wide as he scanned back up her body. Her soft and shapely thighs were flexing and he could see her waist push her pussy and ass up on the bed. He realized she was actually moaning but he could see that her breathing wasn’t erratic. He looked and saw she really was twisting her hips and ankles and hands slowly and with repetition – he hadn’t imagined it. She was testing her bonds, but not with the urgency of escape. She wanted to feel them digging into her flesh.

Dan walked slowly around the bed to stand near the door. He knew he should leave. Some part of his mind told him he had to leave. Everything else that filled his mind was abhorrent and depraved and terrible. He reached out and grabbed a blanket on the floor and spread it over Jen’s quivering body. As he did so, he brushed his hands slowly from Jen’s pelvis, up along her stomach and her arching breasts. He heard her moan a little louder and felt her torso try to bend up and reach his hands, before he dropped it over her so only her face and arms were exposed. He could swear he heard her give a frustrated sigh. “That’s… Ummm…” he struggled to say as he looked at her. “That’s so when they find you, they don’t see your… Uh…” He grabbed his shoes and his bag and left the room.

His hand was reaching for the front room doorknob and he couldn’t seem to grasp it. His body was tingling at its core and slightly numb at his extremities and his cock bulged and strained and complained against his pants. His brow furrowed and he could feel he was starting to sweat. “Just do it, Dan,” he whispered silently. “Just get the hell out of here and move on. She’s just a hot piece of ass. You can go down the fucking street and drink some bourbon and get a blowjob from some slut and then this is all behind you. Move, damn you!” His body shook and his mind thrust images of Jen’s perfect body stretched and bound before him. He saw her ass as it thrust up off the mattress and her breasts as they rose and fell with her steady but labored breathing. He imagined what it would be like to slide his hands along her perfect thighs and rub her moist, soft pussy.

He felt himself falling – falling into that beautiful bound body – and instantly was no longer in control. He could see, as if from outside of himself, that he was moving furniture in front of the door to prevent anyone from entering. Some part of his mind remembered the back door and then he was pulling the nearby refrigerator in front of it as easily as if it was coat rack. Everything was hazy as he walked back to her bedroom door.

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“Sir” emailed more often than he called but the thought of “when” was always at the back of my mind. I enjoyed the memory of our first experience together and was driving myself crazy thinking about what he had in store for me the next time we met.

He waited almost two weeks and I received a call from him early one morning. Just hearing his voice gave me shivers all over. I loved his voice and heard it in my dreams most nights. Here I was in my 40’s and having “wet dreams” for the first time in my life. This time with him was a very intoxicating infatuation for me as I was married for years with a man that might as well have been asexual. I was learning, finally, what it was to share with another and I was enjoying how hot it all was! My female parts had never experienced such hotness in my entire life.

But, back to our second meeting… He wanted to know if I was free for lunch and I would have dropped meeting the Queen of England to meet with him! He told me of a park in the next town from me but not far from his work. Told me to be there by noon and then told me he wanted me to wear a skirt and a tight fitting blouse. I knew just the outfit but the fashion of the day was longer skirts, still I hoped it would be appropriate as the blouse xslot was pretty see thru, very thin white cotton, form fitted and showed off my 36 D’s very nicely. I would wear a demi bra that would push up my assets and would not wear any panties under the skirt. I was creaming just thinking of this..

I was in the park at the appointed time and I parked. “Sir” was only a few moments behind me and he opened my car door to tell me to “Come with me.” We left the car and took off down the park path. I noticed that he had a blanket and a sandwich bag from one of the chains. I made the assumption that we would be sharing a nice lunch together. That is what I get for assuming!

We came to a clearing that was fairly private but with the path close by so if someone came by we would be seen. “Sir” unrolled the blanket and I saw two pieces of twine, rope that fell out. He picked them up and with a very naughty look caressed them. Instead of helping me to my knees, instead he took my hands and pulled me close to him, turned me and backed me up to a dogwood tree I had not noticed before. There were several lower branches and he took both of his hands and took my right arm and stretched it out and tied it to the branch. Then the left xslot Giriş arm was done the very same. He tugged on them to make sure they were not too tight but sturdy. He then with gentle caresses began the exposing of my breasts.. one button at a time.. while running his tongue over my neck and top of my chest.. He opened the blouse wide, pulling it to the sides. Then I felt him rubbing my ass and quickly he had exposed my bottom. The breeze and southern sun felt so good to those areas and only enhanced this experience. In no way did I feel threatened or worried about any “what-if’s”. My “Sir” was in charge and in control. He then whispered in my ear, “Bend your knees.” So, bend them I did..

“Sir” then sat down on the blanket and unwrapped his sandwich and began to eat while he took in the site of my exposed body in front of him. He gently whispered sweet nothings to me and the world around us. He asked if I would enjoy someone walking up and seeing me in such an erotic pose. He wanted to know if I would allow another man to run his hands over my sweetness. He smiled his beautiful smile and asked if I would allow a girl to gaze upon my womanly attributes and share my sweet juice with her. I guess I moaned but I don’t xslot Güncel Giriş remember but “Sir” knew that enticed me. At one point he reached over and ran his index finger down my swollen lips and licked my juices from his finger. Again, with a smile, he said simply, “Dessert.”

Then “my Sir” leaned back and showed me the tent he had in his dress slacks and asked if I enjoyed what I did to him. He shared with me how he had not even had me but yet knew I would be so worth the wait. I was thinking today would be the day, but no. Once he finished his lunch and watching me moan and dripping, he stood up, walked to me and whispered into my ear how much I pleased him and what a good sub I was proving to be. He took my throat in his right hand and lifted my face to him and ravished my mouth to the point my knees could no longer support me.

He then lowered my skirt and began buttoning my blouse.. but only after he tweaked my two hard nipples. Making me smile and wince. I enjoy my nipples being devoured and knew he would enjoy them.

Then he untied me and I hate to admit but I fell onto him. He held me for a few minutes till my multiples had softened and I was able to walk. He picked up the blanket and shook it, turned and smiled and thanked me for a wonderful lunch hour.

I wondered on the drive home if he knew how much I wanted him.. and how his prolonging it only made it even hotter for me… What was to come next with “my Sir”? Only time would tell and that of course was up to “my Sir”.

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You’ve told me to go get ready to go out. I’m not to wear underwear of any sort, (although You’ve told me to wear a bra). We’re apparently going to see a film with these friends, and like I said, we’re not out to them at all. It’s real warm out, so I figure I can get away with wearing shorts and a shirt. I put on a pair of black leather shorts and a black sleeveless shirt and black docs. The shorts are rubbing against the welts, making them ache and burn, but I ignore this as best I can. I quickly run a brush through my hair before returning back downstairs to You. You’re sitting on the sofa waiting for me. You look up and smile at me as I enter the room, “Take your clothes off dear.” I frown and begin to open my mouth to question You, but stop before any sound comes out. I pull the shirt up over my head and remove it, then unhook my bra and let it fall to the ground, and then I undo my shorts and lower them before stepping out of them. I bend down to untie my boots, but You stop me saying, “No, they can stay on. Come here.” I walk over to You, stopping in front of You.

“Kneel down”

“Yes Sir,” I reply as I obey You.

You remove a couple of nipple clamps from Your pocket and show them to me, grinning suspiciously like a wolf. “I told you tonight would be fun, didn’t I?”

I smile up at You and nod my head a couple of times, and then gasp as You roughly grab hold of one of my breasts and pinch the nipple hard between Your thumb and forefinger. The nipple immediately becomes erect and You put one of the clamps on – making sure it is very tight. Then You take my other breast in Your hand and draw it up to Your mouth (lifting me off my knees), biting not-so-gently on the nipple, until it too becomes hard. The second clamp is placed on it, sinking into the sensitive flesh, making my clit throb suddenly. I groan out loud and You laugh quietly at me and pat Your lap. “Come on dear, up and over.”

I stand and move to Your side, and lower myself across Your thighs, keeping my chest raised off the seat of the sofa. As soon as I do so, Your hands are running over my sore and beaten ass and thighs, admiring the marks, pinching the occasional welt. A butt plug appears in front of my face, and I hear a smile in Your voice as You say, “Open your mouth wide dear, this is larger than any I’ve used on you before, and I dare say you’ll need as much help as you can get.”

I do as I’m told, and the plug enters my mouth – pushing into it and moving round in small circles. It’s abruptly removed and I feel You pulling my butt cheeks apart, probing with Your fingers. By this stage, my pussy is again very wet, and You are spreading moisture all the way up and down my crack. I can’t help it – I start wriggling around on You, only to get my ass slapped twice – hard. “Stop that! We’re not here for your enjoyment or amusement, so just lie still or you’ll be sorry…”

I immediately stop moving, biting my lip to keep from saying anything.

“That’s better…now behave yourself.”

“Yes Master.” I feel the tip of the butt plug being pushed into my ass, and then pushed in further and further. I cry out as it goes deeper into me and it stops for a minute. “Did you have something you wanted to say to me?,” You ask threateningly.

“No, Sir, no, sorry…it just…slipped out”

“Then lie still…and …shut…up. I won’t tell you again.”

I lower my head and bite down on my arm to muffle any other sound that may escape from me. You give one final thrust, and shove the plug the rest of the way up into me. Tears spring into eyes, but somehow I manage to not make any noise. You pat my ass a couple of times, saying, “You may get up and get dressed now.” I push myself up off You and the sofa. The plug feels huge in me – like it’s as large as Your cock. I tell You this and You just grin at me, “Good. Get used to it dear, it’s about to become your new best friend.”

I swallow hard and lower my head slightly while going back to where my clothes are and getting dressed again. I can sense Your eyes on me, watching my every movement. My ass feels like it has been well and truly stuffed, and still burns from the caning. I feel like when I’m walking, it must be very xslot obvious that there’s a butt plug inside of me.

“Um, Sir?”

“What is it?”

“It’s just that, um, well…. Sir it’s gonna be obvious what’s going on here…”

“What are you talking about now, dear?”

“Well, uh, everyone’s going to be able to tell from the way I walk that, uh, I’ve got…something…in me Sir, and even if they can’t see that, how can they miss seeing the clamps?”

“First of all, if anyone can tell anything from the way you walk, you’ll be damn sorry when we get back here tonight, I promise you that.

Secondly, you’ll leave the first three buttons of your shirt undone, so it’s loose enough to hide the fact that you are…wearing tokens of my hold over you…and if by chance someone does happen to notice, well, we’ll just have to admit that you’re a kinky little slut, won’t we?”

I sigh softly; I really should have known better I guess.

You come over to where I am and gently take my face between Your hands. “You are going to learn that nothing in your life is as important as serving me; pleasing me. If I decide to give you to our friends for the night you’ll do whatever they want, because it’s what I want. If I decide I want to take you out naked tonight, you’ll do it with a smile on your face – because it’s what I want. Do you understand me yet? I am your Master, you cannot say no to me, you cannot lie to me … you cannot disobey me without bringing so much pain and humiliation upon yourself. I own you completely and utterly, body, mind and soul. The sooner you figure this out the better it’ll be for you. Don’t EVER make the mistake of assuming I will allow you to get away with anything at all. Now, are you ready to leave?”

I look into Your eyes, slightly stunned by this impromptu speech, and simply nod.

“Good, then let’s go.”

***

We’re meeting the others at the theatre, which is only a few blocks from the apartment, and as it’s a warm evening You decide we’ll walk there. We head off down the street and You put Your arm around my shoulders. After a few minutes, Your hand reaches down and gives a sharp tug on one of the nipple clamps. I gasp out loud and stop walking for a second, as the pain shoots down the front of my body, causing me to tremble. A couple of people turn to us with questioning looks, and You say softly in my ear “Don’t make me pull you along by this.” I’m blushing deeply by now, and shake my head at You and we keep walking. Your arm drops from my shoulders so that You can rub my ass – and of course apply a bit of pressure to the butt plug there, making it feel larger than ever. I glance up at Your face to see that You’ve got an incredibly evil smile that promises I’m in for a rough evening…

***

We get to the theatre and our friends are waiting there already. After the usual greetings and foolin’ around, we all traipse into the foyer. You get in line to get the tickets, and I go off with a couple of the others to wait for You. It’s a long queue so we’re standing around talking for quite some time. I catch Your eye and You give me a big smile and surreptitiously run a hand across Your chest – as if I needed reminding of what was under my shirt. I feel my face blush and turn away quickly from Your gaze. I figure You’re probably frowning at this, but hey, I’m likely to buckle at the knees, (or worse, cum right then and there) if I see You looking at me like that for much longer.

You come over and join us as soon as You have the tickets and we go straight in – the film’s about to start. There are about 8 of us and we manage to find an almost empty row near the back so we can all sit together. You end up sitting on the seat nearest the aisle, with me in between You and one of the other guys. Almost as soon as we’ve settled down, the house lights dim to almost nothing and the previews begin. We’re all talking and joking and generally just fucking around during them, and then the lights go out completely and the feature begins. About five minutes into it, Your hand finds its way onto my leg and gently strokes my thigh, sending waves of pleasure coursing up and down me. It moves slightly higher, xslot Giriş and just before it reaches my groin, where I so badly want it to go, You lean over and whisper in my ear, “Go to the bathroom and masturbate until you’re just about ready to cum.” I turn to You, startled. “What?”

You grip my thigh hard. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Ok, ok, I’m going,” I whisper back. I get up out of my seat and step over Your legs to get into the aisle. As I turn to go, You grab my wrist, “You’ve got four minutes.”

I hurry up the aisle and out into the foyer area. The bathrooms are off to one side, and fortunately empty. I lock myself in one of the stalls and quickly lower my shorts, grinning to myself – this isn’t going to take long at all. I lean against the door with my legs apart and gently rub my finger over my swollen clit while pulling on the nipple clamps one at a time. I was right, within seconds I’m dripping wet again, and about to cum. I stop JUST before I do however, knowing that to disobey You on this one would be … well, hazardous to my health to say the least. I wipe myself, pull up my shorts and leave the bathroom. I walk back into the theatre feeling more aroused than I can ever remember being before; so very aware of the butt plug inside of my ass and the clamps on my nipples. My face feels like it’s burning and I’m scared that when I sit down again the pressure of the shorts on my clit is going to make me cum.

I get to the right row and step over You again and slowly lower myself back into my seat. Without looking at me, You place an arm around my shoulders while reaching over and undoing the zip of my shorts. You put Your hand inside, feeling my clit and my pussy. An involuntary gasp escapes me, causing the guy next to me to turn around and ask if I’m ok. I simply nod my head – because You’ve taken my clit between Your thumb and finger and are pinching it real hard. Your little finger is in my pussy and I’m beginning to wriggle round and my breaths are becoming shorter and more ragged. Without warning, Your hand clamps over my mouth and You give my clit a HARD squeeze before removing Your hand from my shorts altogether. It’s a good thing You covered my mouth, because I yelp out loud, but it’s smothered and doesn’t get past You. Your arm goes back to resting on my shoulders but I hardly notice, I’m panting and half blind with lust by now, and would do pretty much anything to be allowed to cum – just once even. You know this of course, and sit there quietly for the next 45 minutes with only Your arm touching my shoulders. I’m not bothering to try and follow the film; my whole body is screaming for Your touch and it’s all I can do to sit there and not squirm in my seat or beg You to fuck me.

Intermission comes. We stay in our seats (Your idea) and a discussion of what’s happened so far ensues. Of course, I have absolutely no idea what the film is about or who’s even in the damn thing – I can’t seem to get my mind out from between my legs. Someone says something to me and I just stare blankly at them. “Sorry, what was that?” You decide to be merciful and come to my ‘rescue’ with, “She’s not really feeling herself tonight.” I shoot a black look at You, which was obviously intended for my benefit, another of Your “little jokes” no doubt. Very fucking funny I’m sure. One of the women comments that I do look a little flushed, am I maybe coming down with something? I mutter something about being fine, really, thanks I’m ok and hear You chuckling next to me.

Intermission finally comes to an end, and the lights are dimmed again and the second part of the film begins. I try to concentrate on it and at least make an effort to figure out what’s going on, but know it’s not really going to happen. Especially when You grab hold of my hand and pull me out of my seat whispering “Come on.” The guy next to me turns and asks again if I’m ok. “Uh, yeah, no, uh, I’ll be back in a minute. Sorry.”

You rush us out of the theatre and when we get into the foyer, You glance round to make sure no-one’s looking and pull open the door to a closet that is half hidden in a dark spot. You push me inside and close the door behind us, engulfing xslot Güncel Giriş us in complete darkness.

“What are…,” I start to ask

“Shut up! Get those pants off, turn around and don’t say another word.”

I do as ordered, removing my shorts (again) and turning so my back is to You. The butt plug is abruptly removed from my ass, only to be replaced seconds later by Your cock, which rams up into me in one sharp sudden thrust. I’m thrown forward by the savagery of it and catch myself on what feels like a shelf of some sort. You’re pumping Yourself into me; I feel Your balls slapping against my pussy, Your hands like talons on my shoulders, Your cock like an iron rod inside of me. You’re thrusting as hard as You possibly can, and it feels like You’re tearing me open. I clench my teeth as hard as I can to keep from crying out and my jaw is aching within seconds. “Ahhh…yes yes yes yes yes,” You cum in four jerking thrusts, spurting hot cum in my ass, before falling against me for a minute. “God that’s better, don’t you think?.”

I groan loudly, “Sir please…I’m so horny…my pussy is aching for You…my ass is so sore…my nipples hurt…please Sir please, let me cum? I’ll be so good from now on Master, I promise…”

In response, You pull out of my ass, shove the butt plug back in (keeping all Your cum there) and tell me to get dressed and to “stop acting like a whore and meet me back in the theatre,” and then You leave. I pull my shorts up, wincing with every movement, thinking this has to be one of the worst punishments You could possibly come up with (selectively forgetting that I think the same thing about every punishment).

Again, I make my way back to my seat and carefully sit down. I don’t even bother to look at the screen this time. I just put my head back and close my eyes for a while. When the film finally ends and the lights come back, the general consensus seems to be that it was a great movie, really worth coming out to see. Fabulous. Most of our group decide to go out for something to eat, but You look at me and say to the others “Sorry guys, but we’re gonna bail on you this time. We’ve got…stuff…to do at home. Right, dear?” I smile and nod at the others, “Yeah, we should probably get back soon I guess.” With that, we say goodnight and head back to the apartment. After we’ve gone a block or two You turn Your head to me, “So, are you feeling more…obedient than you were earlier this week, dear?”

“God yes Master. Hell, right now? I’ll feel anything You tell me to feel.”

“Good. So I won’t need to punish you for anything for a while then?”

I give a short laugh, “No Sir, absolutely not. I’ll be so well-behaved from now on, I promise I will.”

You stroke one of my cheeks gently and laugh, “I won’t recognize you…”

“I’m sorry Sir, have I really been that badly behaved lately?”

Your voice tightens for a moment. “You know you have – or has tonight been a complete waste?”

“No. No it hasn’t Sir, I guess I have been a bit of a brat recently. I am sorry Sir.”

You laugh again and slap my ass, “I bet you are.”

We get back to the apartment and go inside. You lead me straight upstairs to the bedroom and tell me I’ve got exactly ten minutes to get ready for bed – but that the butt plug and nipple clamps cannot be removed. I nod resignedly and go off to get ready.

When I return, naked of course, I see You have a pair of handcuffs waiting on the bed. You see me notice them, “Well – aren’t you going to ask?” I just shake my head, “No Sir”

You smile broadly at me “By God I think you might actually be learning something….” You come over to me and place Your hands over the nipple clamps, and lean down to kiss me. As Your lips meet mine, You pull both the clamps off at once, sending lightning bolts of pain to all parts of my body as the blood rushes back, and causing my knees to give out completely.

You laugh softly as You lower me to the bed and gently rub my nipples, easing the pain away to a dull throb. You then roll me over and cuff my hands behind my back and take out the butt plug – much more gently this time, and pull the sheet up over me. “Go to sleep now. We’ll talk again in the morning, and if you promise to behave, well, we’ll see what we can do about this,” and with that, You rub one hand against my pussy for a minute or two, just enough to get me very excited again and then take it away with one last pat. “Sleep well now…”

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This is a 3rd person fiction story about my fantasies of being a Pantysissy. All characters in this story are made up, and are all over the ages of 18.

*****

Jay was on his way back to New York from a weeklong work conference in Chicago. He decided to take Amtrak back to NYC. He got on the train in Chicago and noticed a hot young blonde woman in her 20s sitting in the seats in the row directly to the right of him. She had a workout top on, and was wearing pink yoga pants. The seat directly to the right next of Jay was empty, as no passenger had bought that seat.

While in Chicago, Jay had made a panty run to his favorite store, Victoria’s Secret. He picked up 3 pink thongs, 1 blue bikini panty, and 1 hot pink Hiphugger panty as part of Victoria’s Secret’s 5 for $27.50 panty sale. When he got on the train, he was still wearing the hot pink Hiphugger panty that he bought at Victoria’s Secret. He hoped nobody could tell that he was wearing panties underneath his work clothes.

A couple hours into the train ride Jay decided to get up and use 1 of the 2 bathrooms that were on his car. (Both unisex). Once inside the bathroom, Jay pulled down his panties, and sat down to pee. (As a good Pantyboy always does). As he was peeing, the door to the bathroom suddenly barged open. It was the hot blonde woman sitting in the row next to him. Jay suddenly realized he must not have locked the door. Embarrassed, and gushing red beyond belief Jay immediately pulled up his panties and his pants.

“Sorry Ms. I must not have locked the door…”

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll just use the other bathroom.” She said with a wink, and a dry smile on her face. She then walked into the bathroom next to the one Jay was using..

Jay finished peeing, pulled up his panties again, and nervously walked out of the bathroom and all the way down to the cafe car to grab some water. When he returned to his seat there was a message on a sticky note attached to it. It was written in pink pen and read: “Nice hiphuggers pantyboy! Ik your dirty little secret. Would you like to know mine? -Xoxo Sydney.”

Jay felt a knot form in his stomach. This is exactly NOT what he wanted to have happen anywhere he wore panties, no less in a public setting like a train. Anytime Jay shopped for panties at Victoria’s Secret he would always tell the cashier or store associate that he was shopping for his girlfriend. They would always believe him, and never in a million years did he think they thought he was shopping for himself. In fact, he had never been caught wearing panties anywhere before… Jay loved wearing panties, but he preferred to do so anonymously without anybody ever seeing him wearing them, or knowing that he wore them.. Not even Jay’s girlfriend knew that he wore panties… His cover was most definitely blown this time though…

Jay read the note to himself and put the sticky note in his pocket. After he did that he turned to his right to look at Sydney, the woman who wrote it. She smiled back at him, and winked. “Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?” Jay wondered to himself. Daytime turned into nighttime, and he eventually fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day Jay was not sitting alone. Sitting directly next to him was Sydney. Startled, Jay was at a loss for words when he realized who it was. Before he could say anything Sydney introduced herself.

“Hi, my name is Sydney. I came over here to get a better view of my… let’s just call them… surroundings” she said with another wink.

“Hi, I’m Jay” was all that Jay could muster up…

The next few hours went by with Jay sitting in his seat alongside Sydney. It was awkward as hell, and Jay tried to pretend to himself that Sydney wasn’t there. On top of that, Sydney had just put red lipstick on, and was in the process of doing her full makeup. Jay took out his earbuds and started listening to music for about an hour.

Suddenly Sydney took the earbud out of J’s right ear. In a really sexy voice she whispered into Jay’s ear “Hey Pantyboy, I saw you in the bathroom back there pulling up your pink panties. I know your dirty little secret. If you don’t want this entire train car to figure out that you’re a Pantyboy, I suggest you do exactly as I say.”

“Yes m’am” Jay replied.

“No!” Sydney said affirmatively. “I’m not your m’am. You will address me as Mistress Sydney from now on. Understood?” “

Yes, Mistress Sydney” Jaymie replied.

“Good” Sydney responded. “And from now on your name is Jaymie. Understood?” “Yes, Mistress Sydney” Jaymie responded.

“So, Jaymie, where are you headed when you get off this train?”

“Uhh… I’m headed to New York City, Mistress Sydney” Jaymie replied reluctantly.

“Well, as a matter of fact so am I. Jaymie, when we get off this train in NYC, We will both head to my apartment.

“Ok, Mistress Sydney.” Jaymie replied, as if he had any choice…

“Now Jaymie, those nails of yours xslot look so plain and ugly. Let me get my nail polish out and brighten them up a bit. And since we both know pink is your favorite color, I think there’s only 1 logical color choice.”

Without further ado, Sydney took out her nail polish paints, and began applying hot pink nail polish to Jaymie’s fingernails. At this point Jaymie was gushing red, hoping nobody on the train would notice what Sydney was doing to him. There were only a few people sitting in the vicinity of them, and for now they were all keeping to themselves.

“Now that’s more like it!” Sydney declared, as she finished applying the hot pink nail polish to Jaymie’s fingernails.

“But that’s just your nails. Jaymie, I think it’s time to make that face of yours a bit more sexy.”

“Ok, Mistress Sydney” Jaymie gulped.

With that, Sydney took out the bright red lipstick she had been using and started pressing it on Jaymie’s face.

“Now you look more like a girl, Jaymie.”

All Jaymie could do was smile and sigh.

“But we still need to put some mascara on you.”

Sydney then took a bottle of pink mascara and painted it on Jaymie’s face.

“You look beautiful!” Sydney proclaimed.

“Now Jaymie, I think we need to take a selfie together, that I can send to my roommate.”

Sydney then took out her iphone, and snapped a selfie with her and Jaymie’s lipstick covered face.

“Please don’t tweet that out” Jaymie begged Sydney.

“Oh don’t worry Jaymie, this picture will stay within our house” Sydney replied.

“Our house?”

“Yes Jaymie, our house” Sydney said.

“Well, at least I don’t have to worry about paying the rent on my apartment now.” Jaymie thought to himself.

“Jaymie, I am a dress and lingerie designer at a fashion company in NYC. What exactly do you do?”

“I work at an investment bank in NYC” Jaymie replied.

“Interesting” Sydney said with another dry smile on her face.

“I think my company would have a field day with your wardrobe. What do you say pantyboy?”

“Yes… Mistress Sydney” was all Jaymie could get out.

“And I have a good feeling that your suitcase is all full of panties. Am I right?” Sydney asked.

“Yes… Mistress Sydney” Jaymie replied again.

“Excellent.”

Soon after, the conductor walked down the aisle. She turned, looked at Sydney and saw Jaymie sitting there in full makeup.

“Having a good time, are we?” she asked.

“Yes, we’re having a beautiful time” Sydney responded and squeezed Jaymie’s arm.

“But Ms. we could use something to spice up this trip a bit” Sydney told the conductor.

“Ya know, I think I have just the thing for passengers looking to spice up their trip a bit. And please, call me Zoe.”

Moments later Zoe the conductor returned holding a pair of red white and blue pair of panties that read “AMTRAK” on the front and “TRAIN ME” on the back in bedazzled red white and blue lettering.

Zoe then handed Sydney the panties.

“Will this do the trick?” she asked Sydney.

“Well I think that’s perfect for my little pantyboy!” Sydney proclaimed!

“What do you think Jaymie?”

“Well…I think that’s…uh… lovely Mistress Sydney.”

“Now go be a good little pantyboy and go walk down the aisle to the bathroom. Take off your hiphuggers and put those on!” Sydney instructed Jaymie.

“Yes Mistress Sydney.”

“And when you come back, I want you wearing nothing but your new Amtrak panties. OK?”

“Ok, Mistress Sydney.”

“And do me a favor Jaymie, leave everything except your hiphuggers in the bathroom. OK?”

“Yes Mistress Sydney.”

“And before you leave Jaymie, give me your iphone.”

Jaymie handed Sydney his iphone and in exchange Sydney handed Jaymie his new Amtrak panties. Jaymie then walked down to the bathroom and did as instructed. He took off the hiphuggers, his work shirt, his work shoes, his work socks, and his work pants. He left everything except the hiphuggers and the Amtrak panties that he was now wearing, inside the bathroom. He then walked out of the bathroom and prepared to walk back to his seat. However, before he could begin his walk back, Zoe the conductor was at the front of the train car on the intercom.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE. WE HAVE A VERY SPECIAL GUEST ONBOARD THIS TRAIN CAR TODAY. NOW WALKING DOWN THE AISLE IS JAYMIE. JAYMIE IS BEGINNING HER NEW LIFE AS A SISSY TODAY. PLEASE TAKE OUT YOUR PHONES AND GIVE JAYMIE YOUR FULL ATTENTION AS SHE MAKES HER WAY DOWN THE AISLE.”

EVERYBODY on board took out their phones and starting filming video and snapping pictures. But even before Jaymie could begin his march down the aisle back to his seat, Sydney had a pair of red high heel shoes passed down the aisles for Jaymie to wear. Attached to the heels was another sticky note with a message written in pink pen. xslot Giriş “Hey Jaymie, I have arranged for your march down the aisle so EVERYBODY and I mean EVERYBODY can share in your true sissy initiation. But you didn’t think you could just march back barefooted, did you? No, Jaymie, you need better footwear than just your feet. You will march down the aisle back to our seats wearing these Red high heeled shoes from Nordstrom. And you will do so wearing these hot pink stockings and pink garter belt that are both coming down the aisle in a second. And lastly I have arranged for a pink lace wedding cap to be sent down for you to wear. Enjoy your big walk, pantyboy! We’ll all be watching! -Xoxo Sydney.”

Jaymie had absolutely no choice. He had to do what Sydney said. He waited for the hot pink stockings as well as the pink garter belt and the pink lace wedding cap to be passed down the aisle. He put those on, and then put the red high heeled shoes on.

All throughout the car the women started chanting “JAYMIE! JAYMIE! JAYMIE!” followed with “PANTYBOY! PANTYBOY! PANTYBOY! And “SISSY! SISSY! SISSY!”

“Here goes nothing” Jaymie thought to himself. And with that he began his march down the aisle from the back of the car all the way back to his seat at the front of the car. Sydney had somehow arranged for all of the women sitting in the car to be seated all the way in the back where Jaymie had to begin his march. They all had their phones out snapping pictures, and some of them were even streaming Jaymie’s march on YouTube and Facebook Live. Jaymie had no idea how to wear high heels, as he had never worn a pair before. Shortly after he began the march back he lost his footing and fell down flat on his face. There was a ton of laughter. Zoe the conductor then got on the loudspeaker again.

“CAN SOME WOMEN SEATED IN THE BACK PLEASE HELP OUR DEAR PANTYBOY GET UP?”

A few women sitting in the back handed their cameras off and helped Jaymie get up. 2 of them even whispered in Jaymie’s ear.

“Nice stockings pantyboy” one of the women said and then started giggling.

The other woman whispered “You really do look good in pink, pantyboy” she said and gave Jaymie’s rock hard cock a little tug through his Amtrak panties..

Jaymie continued his march back to his seat. He was getting towards the front of the train car when one woman stopped him.

“This is a gift from Sydney” she told him.

The woman then took out a pink stick of lipstick and started writing on Jaymie’s chest

“Jaymie is a #Pantyboy.” Then she put a pink Tiara crown on Jaymie’s head. Finally Jaymie had made his way towards the front of the train. He thought the march was mercifully over, but he would be wrongly mistaken. The train suddenly stopped and Zoe got back on the intercom.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE STOPPING THIS TRAIN FOR A VERY SPECIAL PHOTO SESSION WITH OUR SPECIAL GUEST. ANYBODY WHO WANTS TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH OUR RESIDENT PANTYBOY, JAYMIE, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TOWARD THE REAR OF THE TRAIN. JAYMIE WILL BE TAKING PICTURES WITH EVERYONE ONBOARD FOR ONE HOUR.”

“Oh my god…” Jaymie thought to himself..

The line started forming and Zoe the conductor came down to escort Jaymie back towards the rear of the train. One by one people started taking pictures with Jaymie. The first person in line was a middle aged woman. She walked up to Jaymie dug her hand deep into Jaymie’s panties and stood next to him for a picture. Jaymie could feel his throbbing cock tingling.

The woman told Jaymie “I’m not wearing any panties.”

Once again, all Jaymie could do was smile. Next up was another woman. She had taken off her panties, but was still fully clothed aside from that. She came up to Jaymie and held the panties up to his face.

“Smell my panties, and I’ll smell yours” she told him.

Again, Jaymie had no choice so he smelled the panties that the woman held up. They smelled like cum. She then smelled Jaymie’s Amtrak panties and walked back to her seat. Next up was a guy who told Jaymie that he was gay. The guy kneeled down, and pointed to Jaymie’s hard cock in his picture pose. Then he walked to the back of Jaymie and gave Jaymie’s butt cheeks a hard two handed slap.

“I’ve always wanted to do that” he told Jaymie and then walked away.

Next in line were 2 young women. They both seemed pretty hungover and smelled of beer.

“Hi, I’m Amanda and this is Rachel. We both just turned 21” they told Jaymie.

“Hi ladies” was all Jaymie could get out.

“Turnaround pantyboy!” Amanda shouted at Jaymie.

“Oh, we’re going train you alright” snickered Amanda as she read the back of Jaymie’s “TRAIN ME” bedazzled Amtrak panties.

“Now bend over and keep your ass pointed!” yelled Rachel.

Jaymie did as he was told.

Amanda had Rachel take out a can of Bud Light. Rachel then poured the can of bud light down into Jaymie’s Amtrak panties, and Amanda luge xslot Güncel Giriş drank the beer from Jaymie’s panties as it was being poured. After Amanda finished Rachel handed her another can of bud light.

“My turn now pantyboy!” declared Rachel.

Amanda poured the 2nd can of Bud Light down Jaymie’s Amtrak panties, and Rachel luge drank the beer this time.

While they were doing this the woman behind them was filming it on her phone.

“This video is going to our entire sorority on group chat” Rachel told Jaymie.

Before leaving, both Amanda and Rachel grabbed both of Jaymie’s balls with 1 hand, squeezing them hard, and making him squirm. They crouched down and took a selfie with Jaymie, making sure to get his beer soaked panties and the rest of his sissy covered body in the picture.

Further down the line was the conductor, Zoe, who originally gave Sydney Jaymie’s Amtrak panties before his march. She came up to him, took the end of her conductor’s whistle out of her mouth and dug it deep into Jaymie’s beer soaked Amtrak panties. She crouched next to Jaymie to take a picture with one end of her conductor’s whistle in her mouth, and then the other end dug deep into Jaymie’s Amtrak panties.

“Welcome aboard Jaymie. I think Sydney has been very, very good to you today..” she whispered in Jaymie’s ear. “If you’re ever in need of somebody for a playmate, please give me a call. I live in NYC and gave Sydney my cell number. Who knows, I might even bring a few of my fellow black friends, so you can taste our BBC.”

“Uh…will do, Zoe.” Jaymie replied.

“That’s Mistress Zoe to you, Pantyboy!” She told Jaymie.

“Will do Mistress Zoe” Jaymie replied again.

Zoe then kissed Jaymie on the lips and gave his cock a tug through his Amtrak panties and blew Jaymie a kiss as she walked back towards the front of the train.

Last in line for pictures with Jaymie was Sydney. She had an enormous smile on her face and was beaming ear to ear. She looked like she had just won the lottery.

“Hello Jaymie.”

“Hello Mistress Sydney.”

“Did you have a good time taking pictures?”

“Uhhh…Yes I did,” Jaymie replied. “But I thought you said if I did exactly as you said, you wouldn’t tell the entire train car that I’m a pantyboy..”

“I lied” Sydney replied with a grin on her face.

With that Sydney slipped a pink Victoria’s Secret bra on to Jaymie’s chest, and zipped it up on his back.

“You’re favorite brand” she said with a smile.

Jaymie half-smiled back.

“Do you still have your pink hiphuggers that you were wearing earlier?”

“Yes, Mistress Sydney I still do” Jaymie told her as he handed Sydney the pink hiphuggers.

“Excellent. We’ll need these for later” Sydney said with a grin on her face.

“Come on pantyboy it’s time we head back to our seats and finish doing your nails.”

“Ok, Mistress Sydney.”

Sydney then led Jaymie back to their seats.

After the pictures ended, the train took off again, and was only an hour or so away from NYC. Sydney painted Jaymie’s toenails with the same hot pink nail polish color that she painted his fingernails.

“You’re now covered in hot pink from head to toe! Now what do you have to say for that?”

“Thank you Mistress Sydney.”

“You’re very welcome Jaymie. It’s been a pleasure making you my pink sissy little Pantyboy. And we are only just getting started.”

After his nails were done being painted Jaymie tried to close his eyes and get in one more nap, hoping there were no more surprises. But before he could fall asleep, Sydney had one more surprise left for him. She whispered in his ear in that same sexy voice again.

“So Jaymie, we obviously know about your little secret, but would you like to know about mine?”

“Uh, sure Mistress Sydney.”

Sydney told Jaymie to get out of his seat and crouch down in front of her. Jaymie did as instructed. Sydney then pulled down her yoga pants a little bit, unveiling bright red panties, which immediately caused a tent to form in Jaymie’s crotch. She then grabbed Jaymie’s right hand and pushed it down her panties. Expecting to feel a nice wet pussy, Jaymie was in for quite the surprise. He could feel his right hand cupping around a set of balls, and then as Sydney pushed it down further, he could feel her shaft. Sydney then pulled Jaymie’s face forward, and pushed it into her panties, making him suck her dick.

“That’s right Jaymie, feel my rock hard tranny cock.. I’m a shemale.”

Again at a loss for words, all Jaymie could do was smile. Soon after, the train pulled into NYC.

“Come on Jaymie, let’s go to our apartment.”

To be continued…

The author copyrights this chapter, as well as any past or future chapters of this series. The reproduction of any chapter or part of any chapter of The Pantyboy Diaries without the written permission of the author is expressly prohibited. This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters, their names and the places they visit, are purely from the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to persons, places, or things is not intentional and purely coincidental.

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Preface

This story is loosely based around the life of my wife and I, along with a married couple that we are friends with. The characters are based on real people, but the events of the story are only fantasy. We’re all around 30, give or take a few years. In the past, my wife and I have explored swinging, power exchange, and a long list of kinks. At the time this story takes place, our relationship has a female dominant dynamic that includes chastity, orgasm denial, and humiliation. Depending on the reception it gets, I may continue to expand the story in additional parts.

*****

It was a typical Tuesday evening. My wife Anne was out enjoying her weekly dinner with her best friend Leah. Tuesday evening was half-priced appetizer and retail-cost wine night at their favorite restaurant. It had become a weekly after-work tradition for the two, which allowed them to vent about the stresses at work and enjoy some “girl time” away from the boys. Meanwhile, I sat at home on the computer, aimlessly scrolling through Tumblr despite the frustration it caused me thanks to the steel chastity cage secured firmly around my cock. They key to which was dangling deviously around Anne’s neck.

You may ask why I’d subject myself, or rather my penis, to the mischievous and sometime evil whims of my wife. However, you wouldn’t have to ask that question if you had seen Anne. If I had to, I’d give up my orgasms all together as an even trade for my involvement in hers. She’s a powerful amazon of a woman, with the long legs of a model and curves in all the right places. She’s the type of woman that can command a room full of executives, and then an hour later find herself drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching MMA with the guys while throwing out expletives that would make a sailor blush. Whether she’s rocking a power suit or showing off her legs in a jean skirt, she’s guaranteed to attract the attention of the men around her, and probably some of the women too.

Now if there was anyone that had a strong enough personality to challenge my wife, it would be Leah. That’s probably why they are such good friends. At first glance of her tiny 5’2″ frame, it may not look like it, but Leah is a 120 pound Russian powerhouse. Once she sets her mind to something, you either help her do it or get the hell out of her way. Case in point, Leah had just recently gotten married to her husband John after a whirlwind engagement of only 3 weeks. John had recently returned to civilian life following a career in the US Army. Although he stood fairly short, he was in no way “small” as you could tell that he spent plenty of time lifting weights at the gym. He definitely wouldn’t have any problem throwing Leah around the bedroom, that’s for sure. Other than that, he was your typical American male who loved fast cars, guns, whiskey, sports, and attractive women.

As the evening moved on and night approached, I began watching my phone expecting a call from Anne. She likes to call me on the way home so that I can help keep her awake for the drive. I always wait eagerly for that phone call, as she usually gives me a summary of the night’s topic of conversation. Anne and Leah have few personal boundaries between them, so they often have some pretty interesting conversations. Occasionally those conversations will include the more personal details of our… “Non-traditional” sex life, much to my chagrin. Tonight, however, I did not get a phone call. Instead, I received a text message stating that she had a surprise for me, but didn’t want to tell me over the phone. She said she’d be home shortly and to have some wine poured for the both of us. I did as she asked and looked forward to hearing about this “surprise” of hers.

As she walked in the door roughly 30 minutes later, she was wearing a grin that would make the Cheshire cat jealous. She dropped her purse on the counter, hugged me, and gave me an overly obnoxious kiss on the cheek. You could tell that she was very proud of herself for putting this together, whatever it was. I ushered her to the dining room table where I had already poured us each a glass of wine. We both sat down and she took her first sip of wine as I looked at her eagerly, awaiting the details of this big surprise. “Alright, let’s hear it. The suspense is killing me,” I said sarcastically.

“Well honey,” she began, “you know that I had previously told Leah about our swinging experiences, right?” I nodded my head in the affirmative and she continued. “Leah brought the topic up again at dinner tonight. Apparently her and John have been flirting with the idea lately and might be curious about trying it.” I started piecing this information together in my head, my eyes widened, and just as I began to smile, she quickly interjected and shot down the conclusion that I had arrived at. “Oh, don’t go getting excited! They are still too nervous to actually try any actual partner swapping. She only brought it up to ask for my advice.”

I sighed in exaggerated beylikbagim.com disappointment and said, “Well then what is this BIG surprise that you seem to be so proud of?”

“I’m getting there, be patient!” she scolded. “I told her that when we tried it, one of the things that I was most nervous about was having sex while being watched, and honestly, once I got over that, it barely mattered that the man I was fucking wasn’t my husband.” As I started to see where this was going, she continued “I already knew the answer, but I asked her if she had ever had sex while being watched before. When she said no, I jumped on the opportunity.”

I started to speak, “so… we’re going to…”

“Yup!” she interrupted. “We’re all going to have a date night that ends with us putting on a show for each other. There won’t be any swapping partners, but it’ll help Leah and John figure out if they’ll be comfortable exploring the idea of swinging in the future. Besides, there’s nothing like a little competition to motivate your performance!”

I was simultaneously intrigued, excited, and scared out of my mind. “You’re really sure you want to do this?” I replied nervously.

“Why not? It’ll be fun! Are you afraid that John might outperform you? Wouldn’t that be a shame…” she laughed.

Later that night, after we had showered and she had me remove my chastity cage, Anne quickly made it clear that she wasn’t ready to sleep by shoving me on to the bed and hopping on my lap before I had the chance to get dressed. She grinned and reached down to grab my quickly stiffening cock. “I see that someone’s ready to play. I suppose it has been awhile since he’s been granted some relief”, she said.

“11 days, but who’s counting?” I replied sarcastically.

“Well let’s see how he feels about this…” she whispered as she lowered herself down my erect shaft.

She began working her hips back and forth, expertly grinding herself up and down over my cock. I don’t know if it was the fact that I hadn’t come in so long, or the excitement of the news she delivered earlier, but I quickly found myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Not that I usually have that great of stamina, but this was even quicker than usual. “Oh shit babe, you gotta slow down or I’m gonna explode!” I moaned.

With that, the sex came to a grinding halt. She balked at me and said “You can’t be fucking serious… It hasn’t even been a minute!”

Embarrassed, I stuttered out a quick apology, “I’m sorry babe, I just got so excited.”

“Oh you’re not sorry yet, but you will be. I was going to let you come inside of me tonight and leave you uncaged for the week, but if that’s the best performance you can muster, you definitely don’t deserve that. For your sake, you better learn to control yourself better before Saturday. I’m not sure you’d ever be able to look Leah or John in the eyes again if they witnessed you perform like that,” she lectured me. “And it’s probably best that we keep your cage on until then. We need to let you calm down. If I leave you uncaged you’ll just get yourself all worked up by edging like a fool all week.”

I anxiously interjected “but babe, if I don’t get some relief before this Saturday I’m definitely not going to be able to last any longer in front of them! It’ll be humiliating.”

She looked me in the eyes and said in condescending tone, “Well, whose problem will that be? Now go slide on your rubber cock sheath so that you can pretend to be a real man and fuck me for longer than 30 seconds…”

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I’m not going to lie, it felt so good to be out of my cage after 4 more days of penile imprisonment. It was Saturday afternoon and Anne had unlocked me just in time to get cleaned up and hop into the car. We were on our way to Leah and John’s house, which was almost an hour away. I figured that it would give us time to talk about what was about to happen, but so far we had just been sitting there in nervous silence.

Roughly 40 minutes into the ride, Anne finally broke the silence, “I’ve put some thought into your concern about coming too soon and how humiliating that would be. Unfortunately for you, it actually turned me on to think about the idea of you turning beat red, fumbling over your words, and trying to find some lame excuse for your lack of control. I also think that you need to be taught a lesson about the consequences of not being able to control yourself, so I’ve decided that you’re going to make the idea into reality. Not only will you avoid doing anything to delay your orgasm, but you’re going to do everything in your power to make yourself come as fast as you possibly can. Maybe a humiliating experience like this will be all it takes to motivate you to control yourself like a big boy.”

I felt like I had been punched in the gut, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Trying to object, I stammered, “What? Wait… no… please don’t make me do that, I’ll be so embarrassed.”

Anne reached her hand over to my knee, looked at me, and said “Well you should have thought of that before you let yourself disappoint me so badly on Tuesday night. I need a man who can fuck me like I deserve to be fucked, not a little boy who spurts his load as soon as I even look at his little penis.”

Struggling to find some excuse to get myself out of my predicament, I responded, “I probably won’t even be able to, I’ll be so nervous that I might not even be able to stay hard.”

She raised her eyebrows sharply, “Oh no, you WILL do it, or there will be serious consequences.” Without pause, she threatened, “There’s no getting out of this. If you last for more than a minute, or if I think that you are doing anything to delay your orgasm, I’m going to turn the next month into hell for you. For that matter, if you disobey me at any point tonight, then you’ll be spending the next month straight locked in your cage. No sex. No edging sessions. No masturbating. None of that. You’d be lucky if I even let you shower with me.”

My mouth hung open. My heart was leaping out of my chest. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find any words. I couldn’t even imagine how I was going to be able to do this, but given the severity of the punishment, I couldn’t imagine not doing it. I wouldn’t even make it half way through a month without a single erection, let alone a whole one. I’d lose my mind. In my head it became clear, the only way to get through this was to resign myself to my fate, humiliate myself for her amusement, and try to salvage whatever small shred of dignity I can.

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Aside from some initial awkwardness upon our arrival, the evening had progressed just like any other night out with friends would. The first round of drinks seemed to be all that was necessary to calm everyone’s nerves… everyone’s nerves except for mine of course. Despite the alcohol, I just wasn’t my usual outspoken self. I’m sure that Leah and John just thought that I was nervous about the night’s plan. They we’re right, but little did they know that the night’s plan included me humiliating myself for the sake of pleasing my wife.

Each tick of the clock felt like it took an hour. We had just finished dinner and part of me just wanted to get this over with so I could run out the door in embarrassment. As we cleared the table, my wife suggested that we put something on the TV and said that she had brought just the thing to set the right mood and help break the tension. She popped in a DVD called “Pirates” which we had used in situations like this several times before. It was a porn spoof of the Johnny Depp movie that contained just the right mix of humor and hot sex. We found that it keeps everyone laughing long enough to get over any awkwardness and get the action started.

Leah topped off our drinks, closed the curtains, and dimmed the lights as we all took a seat on the long U-shaped couch that wrapped around the perimeter of their living room. Leah and John were cuddled together one side and my wife and I sat on the side opposite of them. It gave each couple a perfect view of the other. Other than the occasional giggle, we all sat pretty quietly for the first 30 minutes of the movie. I think that we were all waiting to see if the others would make the first move. Sensing that Leah and John were a bit hesitant, my wife decided to get the ball rolling and we began making out. This seemed to break the tension, as Leah quickly found her way on top of John as they followed suit.

As we kissed, my wife’s hands were doing all sorts of wandering. They moved slowly down my chest before finding a home on my ass with a firm grip. She pulled me down on top of her, guiding me between her spread legs and grinding against my groin. I was rock hard. She reached down and cupped the bulge in my jeans with her hand. “Someone’s ready to play” she said as she shook her hand lightly. “We better let him out before he suffocates in there,” she spoke while beginning to peel my shirt over my head. My heart began to sink as I realized that the time had come and that this was really going to happen. There was no avoiding it. At this point I was just along for the ride.

I grabbed Anne’s hand and brought her to her feet before spinning her around and embracing her tightly. I began kissing her neck as I slowly began lifting her blouse up and over her chest. She instinctively lifted her arms and I took her shirt over her head and discarded it on the floor. Anne quickly reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Before she had the chance to remove it herself, I reached up and gently guided the straps over her shoulders and let gravity do the rest. Out of the corner of my vision I could see John’s eyes widen as he got his first look at my wife’s chest… a view that I’m sure he’s been curious about for quite some time.

My wife turned back to me and pressed her bare chest against mine, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. She then put her hands on my shoulders and firmly guided me to my knees before hiking her skirt up slightly. Taking the hint, I reached up, hooked her panties, and pulled them to the floor so that she could step out of them. As I stood up I ran my hands over the length of her legs and tightly squeezed each cheek, raising her skirt and displaying her ass in the process. She quickly responded by unhooking my belt, undoing the button on my jeans, and pulling down the zipper. “Let’s get those off, buster” she said, “boxers too”. I complied and dropped them to the floor as all 6 inches of my cock stood on display at full attention.

Feeling a little shy, I lifted Anne up and laid her back down on the couch as she wrapped her legs around me in the missionary position. I began kissing her again, silently hoping that Leah and John would take the opportunity to undress each other and take the attention off of us. I nervously glanced over at them, but I could tell by their intensely focused gaze that they had no intention of delaying the show that we were giving them. Anne lifted her head up and spoke quietly enough that only I could hear. “Start grinding against me while you play with my tits. You need to be ready to do as you were told.”

I slowly began thrusting my hips back and forth, sliding myself up and down across her labia. As commanded, I lowered my mouth to her breast and swirled my tongue around her nipple before closing my mouth and applying suction. I removed the suction from her breast with a pop and moved my head to apply the same treatment to the other one. She moaned as she embraced the stimulation between her legs and the warmth of my mouth on her chest. I could already feel her wetness coating the length of my shaft, she was obviously really enjoying this. The same could be said for myself, as it was clear that I would have no problem complying with the humiliating task that lied ahead of me.

While I may not have the best stamina when it comes to holding back my orgasm, I do tend to have really good control over triggering my orgasm. Typically, as long as I am able to last long enough for her to reach orgasm, I have no problems making sure that I climax simultaneously. Even when her orgasm begins before I feel like I’m anywhere near my own, I’m usually able to push myself over the edge within a few seconds. My wife knows this and wouldn’t accept nervousness as an excuse for not being able to execute her plan tonight.

“Stop teasing me, babe. I need you inside of me,” she said with a sarcastic pout. I took a deep breath and looked straight into her eyes, as if begging her for a way out of this. She pulled my head down and began whispering softly in my ear. “It’s important that you do this for me… for us. Don’t think about it, just let this happen. It’ll all be over soon. I love you.” As her words departed, she gently kissed my neck, reached between my legs, and position my cock at her entrance. With that I shut my eyes, exhaled deeply, and thrust myself forward as I did my best to pretend that we were somewhere else absent the presence of an audience.

Deep, slow thrusts have always pushed me to orgasm quicker than shallow and fast ones, so that’s just what I did. With each in stroke I clenched my PC muscle, relaxing it on the out stroke. I could tell after only the first few thrusts that I wouldn’t be lasting anywhere near the minute limit that Anne had set for me. The gentle moans that she was emitting each time my pelvis met hers weren’t doing anything to delay my impending orgasm either. It hadn’t been but 10 seconds before I knew my release was within reach. Anne looked at me and I’m pretty sure that she knew it as well. Even if I had the choice to do anything but race to the finish, the two weeks’ worth of desperation and frustration that she put me through wouldn’t have let me. I NEEDED relief.

I flexed myself as tight as I could, holding my breath while increasing my pace. Within several seconds I felt myself pass the point of no return and tumble over the edge. Whether it was the exhilaration of being watched or just the result of having been denied for so long, what followed was one of the most intense orgasms in my recent memory. “Oh god! No, no, no! Fuck!” I said, trying to salvage some shred of my dignity by making it sound like this didn’t usually happen, “I’m sorry, I’m coming.” Before I even had the chance to get the words out, I was pumping rope after rope of my come into my wife. The relief I felt was astonishing…

…until it was swept away by a devastating tide of humiliation. The embarrassment that followed the reality of being watched by our two best friends while I helplessly spilled my load in less than 20 seconds was overwhelming. The look on John’s face was a mix of embarrassment for me and compassion towards my misfortune. Leah’s reaction wasn’t nearly as composed, however. Her jaw hung open and she did nothing to stifle her laughter. She wasn’t the type to let others’ ego sway her actions. I froze in panic, not knowing what to do or how to avoid the burning desire to bury my head in the couch out of pure shame.

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Hizmetçilikten Orospuluğa Evrilişim – 2O gece nasıl eve geldim bilmiyorum. Aklım gitmiş şekildeydim. Evet beni sikmemişti ama parmağıyla ve aletiyle tanıştırmıştı. Deliğime olacaklar öncesinden bir fragman vermişti. Başıma geleceklerin belirtisiydi bu. Evet çok zevk almıştım ama beni sikmemesi kötü olmuştu. Geceyi onun yatağında aletinin üzerinde inleyerek sikilmekle biteceğini düşünmüştüm ama olmamıştı. Belki yorgundu. Belki de ailesinden dolayı yapmamıştı. Ama kocaman evde neden korkabilirdi ki. Belki de kendini daha sonrasına saklıyordu. Telefon numaramı almıştı. Emretmişti resmen. Erkeğim diye kaydetmişti kendini. Ağzımı açamamıştım. Çünkü kölesi gibiydim onun. Ne isterse yapmak istiyordum. Istediği zaman sikini çıkarıp deliğime sokmasını ve beni inletmesini istiyordum. Fantezilerim için en uygun mesleği yapıyordum. Iş sahibimin kölesi gibiydim. Bu düşünceler arasında kendimi eve attım. Semra bu hafta sonu yoktu. Evine gitmişti. Evde tektim. Giysilerimi çıkarıp küvete girdim. Su ısınıyordu. Aklım 10 saniye farklı bir şey düşünemiyordu. Her an aklıma Sinan ve aleti geliyordu. Ellerim amıma doğru gitmişti. Okşuyordum kendimi. Ahhhh, ahhh sesleri yankılanıyordu duvarlarda. Sinan sik beni, orospun et beni diyordum. Sol ellerim göğüslerimde sağ elim amımda geziniyordu. Uzun tırnaklarım ile deliğime sokuyordum parmaklarımı. Ağzımla da zevk sularımı yalamaya çalışıyordum. Sinan’ın beni yatağa atıp amımı siktiğini düşünüyordum. Imhhhh diyerek inliyor onu içimde hissetmeye çalışıyordum. Inlemelerim daha sonra çığlıklara dönüştü ve sertçe boşaldım. Yığılmış şekilde küvetteydim. Biraz sonra erkeğime bir fotoğraf yollamak geldi aklıma. Bir selfie yollayacaktım. Göğüslerim suyun üstünde dik şekilde ve diz kapaklarım dışarıya çıkmış şekilde poz verdim. Yolla tuşuna bastım. 10 dakika sonra mesaj attı. Hafta sonu işleri var. Pazartesi günü senin o deliğin benim. Bekliyorum efendim dedim ve yolladım. Nasıl bekleyecektim diye düşünüyordum. Benim gibi bir kadın 6 yıldır sikilmemişti. 3 gün bile sex hikayeleri çok zordu. Ama yapacak bir şey yoktu. Onun 3 gün demesine karşı çıkamazdım. Haftasonu herhangi bir şey yaşamadan geçti. Pazatesi sabahı geldi. Sabah gittiğimde Zafer bey ile Nihal hanım odalarındaydı. Sinan da yatıyordu. 9’da kalkardı Nihan hanımlar. Saat 8di. Elif Abla salondaydı. Ortalığı temiliyordu. Salona girdiğimde masanın üzerine eğilmiş, masanın tozunu alıyordu. Eğilince eteğin altı felan da gözükmüştü ama ilginç olan bir şey vardı. Elif ablanın eteğinin altında külodu yoktu. Yani vaginası direk açıktaydı. Iş yaparken az görürdük onu. Ben yapardım genellikle. Ilk kez gözüme çarpmıştı bu. Bal kutusu açıktaydı. Çok güzeldi. Yaşına rağmen hala mükemmel bir kadındı. Yanımda bir kere göğüslerini görmüştüm. 87 numara olan göğüslerimden daha büyüktü onunkiler. Dedim ya tanrıça gibi kadındı. Yanına gittiğimde bana üst katı temizleme görevi verdi.Yani Sinan’ın katı da sayılırdı. Ilk iş oraya gittim. Odasına girdim. Üstü çıplak altı da boxerlı yatıyordu. Sabah ereksiyonunun izleri vardı. Kocamı hatırlamıştım. Sabahları bazen ben uyurken içime girer sabah sürprizi yaşatırdı. Bende Sinan’a yaşatmak istedim. Yatağının yanına gittim. Sol elimle boxerını kaldırdım. Tatlı aleti dışarı çıkmıştı. Sağ elimle çok sakince avuçladım aletini. Onu uyandırmamalıydım. Gözlerini açtığında benim aletini yalarken görmesini istiyordum. Ucunu yavaşça yalamaya başladım. Ağzımda 15 saniye geçmemişti ki gözlerini açtı. Birbirimize gülümsedik. Elimle toplarıyla oynuyordum. Olabildiğince al ağzına dedi. Daha derine girmeye başladım. Elleriyle de başımı itiyordu. Nefessiz kalıyordum arada. O da fazla zorlatmıyordu. Beni sikecek misin? Diye sordum. Gözlerimin içi ile yalvarıyordum. Seni sikeceğim ama öğleden sonra. Şuan ise gene ağzına boşalacağım. Gene keyfim kaçmıştı. O da anlamış olacak ki, seni o kadar sikecem ve siktirecem ki fahişe gibi amın kaşınacak her zaman dedi. Kurduğu cümlede siktireceğime gitmişti kafam. Ne porno hikayeleri demek istiyordu. Tahmin ettiğim şeyse bile ne yapabilirdim ki. Onun kölesi gibiydim. Onu mutlu etmek istiyordum. Arkadaşlarını da dostlarını da mutlu edebilirdim. Yeter ki o istesin diyordum. Ben bu hayallerle gidip gelirken geliyorum dedi. Ağzımın içine patladı gene. 1 damlayı bile dışarı çıkarmadım gene. Hepsi mideme gitti. Aletini de dilimle temizledikten sonra odadan çıktım ve temizliğe devam ettim.Kahvaltı hazırlamadım, Zafer beyi uğurladım, Sinan’ı uğurladım. En son Nihan hanım beni yanına çağırdı. Bornozuyla yatak odasındaydı. Gel canım deyince içeri girdim. Bugün 4 erkek ile çok önemli bi işin toplantısını yapacağım dedi. Onları etkilemem lazım ki bu antlaşmayı yapalım diyordu. Doğru giysileri giymeme yardımcı olacaksın dedi. Başımı salladığım anda o da üzerindeki bornozu attı. Aman tanrım. Altı çırılçıplaktı. Müthişti vücudu. Spor yapmanın faydaları diye düşündüm hemen. Çok fitti. Bakışlarımı farketmiş olacak ki, çok mu beğendin diye güldü. Hayır, dalmışım dedim. Dalmak yok hadi giyindirelim beni dedi. Giysilerine baktık. Mini etekler, tek parça giysiler, transparan giysiler, renkli renkli daracık etekler. Ne giydireceğimiz konusunda bayağı tartıştıktan sonra kararımızı üstü transparan siyah tül rengi bir giysi altı ise dar bir kırmızı etekle kapattık. Güneş ışığında felan göğüsleri foraydı onun. Altına sütyen takmamıştı. Çok cesur bir kadındı. Memeleri foraydı ama hala rahattı. Iş yerinde ki erkeklere ne acılar çektiriyordu acaba. Giderken dudaklarımdan küçük bir öpücük alıp gitti. Şaşırmıştım yaptığı harekete. Böyle konularda rahattılar belli ki. Yanımda çıpalk dolaşması, çıplak güneşlenme, sütyensiz dışarı çıkmalar, dudak dudak öpüşmeler onlara göre normaldi belki de. Buna hızlıca alışabilirdim. Saat öğlen 1.30da Sinan geldi. Kapıyı açtığımda direk dudaklarıma yapıştı. Elif abla felan etrafta yoktu. 10 dakikaya odama gel dedi. Tamam dedim. 10 dakika sonra kapısını tıkladım. Çırılçıplak seks hikayeleri şekilde uzanmıştı. Gel küçük fahişem dedi. Üstüne uzandırdı beni.aletinin üzerine oturmuştum. Siki götümün yanaklarının arasındaydı. öpüşmeye başladık. Dudaklarımız dans ediyordu. Bir ileri bir geri gitmeyi de ihmal etmiyordum. Sonra sırayla üstümü çıkarmaya başladı. Bir süre sonra çırılçıplak kalmıştım. Amım aletine sürtünürken beynim alev almışa dönüyordu. Çok zordu benim için bu. Çok uzun süre geçmişti. Elleri göğüslerimle, siki de amımla oynarken ilk boşalmamı yaşadım. Titremiştim. O da artık fazla dayanamazdı buna. Üzerinden kaldırdı beni yatağa uzandırdı. Bacak omuza yapmıştı. Işte o an gelmişti. Aletine tükürdü ve içime girmeye başladı. Ahhhhh çok acıtıyordu. Aleti her santim ilerledikçe acı yerini zevke bırakıyordu. Tamamen girdikten sonra birkaç kez gidip gelmesi 2.kez boşalmam için yetmişti. Boşalmam bitince beni becermeye devam etti. Sonunda olmuştu. Yıllardır süregelen abazalığım bitiyordu. Sinan içimde gidip gelirken aklıma kaçırdığım yıllar da geliyordu. Ahhhhh ile ohhhhhlar birbirine karışmıştı. Çok ses çıkartmamaya çalışıyordum ama Sinan bozuyordu bunu. Çok bağırıyordu. Onu engellemek istesem de umurunda değildi. Bir şey de diyemezdim ona. Devam etmesine izin verdim. Bir süre sonra beni ters çevirdi. Arkama geçti. Sikmesine devam etti. Ellerim yatağın üstünde arkamda pompalıyordu. Elleri belimdeydi. Sporcu olmasının faydalarını görüyordu. Yorulmuyordu. Sertliğini hep koruyordu. Boşalma süresi iyiydi bayağı. Doggy-style genellikle erkeklerin erken boşaldığı bir pozisyon olmasına rağmen iyiydi hala Sinan. Bu pozisyondan sonra da aletinin üzerine oturdum. Sertliğinden bir şey kaybetmemişti. 20 dakikadır sikiyordu beni. Üzerine oturduğumda o da göğüslerime daldı. Göğüslerimi yalıyordu. Dudaklarımı da boş bırakmıyordu. Bende üzerinde dansöz gibi figürler yapmaya çalışıyor onu azdırıyordum. Biraz sonra artık titremeye başladı. Geliyorum dedi. Ben üzerinde zıplarken içime dölleri attırmaya başladı. Elleriyle baldırlarımı sıkıca tutmuş, dölleri salıyordu içime. Biraz sonra son dölleri boşaltıp, içimde yumuşadığında yatağa uzandık. Dudaklarımdan öpüp harikaydın dedi. Gerçekten de beklediğimi almıştım. 6 yıl bekleme sonunda bu iyi gelmişti.

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The Kingdom of Hafizar, which is bordered by Kuwait to the north, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to the South and is considered the smallest of the Gulf States, stands at the doorway of progress and peril. The Kingdom has a population of three million inhabitants, most of them centered in the three major cities, Al-Mokhtar, Behar and Thobar. Ninety percent of the population adheres to Sunni Islam.

The majority of Hafizarians are Arabs, but Berbers constitute fourteen percent of the population, with Sub-Saharan Africans constitutiong nine percent of the population. The Kingdom of Hafizar is the first Arab nation to grant civil rights to its racial and ethnic minorities, enshrining racial equality into law as of 1980. Prior to that, the Arab majority treated the Berbers and the Sub-Saharan Africans very poorly…

The Kingdom of Hafizar has been a staunch supporter of U.S. foreign policy, to the point that the other Arab states considers it one of America’s top pawns. King Abdullah El-Ismail, the fourth ruler in the history of the Kingdom of Hafizar, is a very progressive leader. He is responsible for the creation of four universities exclusively dedicated to educating the young women of Hafizar.

The Kingdom of Hafizar is socially progressive when it comes to women’s rights. Women have the right to drive, and inherit property, and they can also serve in the police and the military, just like men. In fact, eight point four percent of the Armed Forces of Hafizar are women, and that number is increasing day by day.

While homosexuality, lesbianism and bisexuality are considered haram in Islam, King Abdullah El-Ismail has recently decriminalized such activities. Now, this is a far cry from promoting same-sex marriage like they do in the West, but at least in the Kingdom of Hafizar, a person cannot be legally harangued simply because of his or her sexuality. This decision earned the King the enmity of the powerful Clerics who represent the Islamic religion in the Kindom of Hafizar…

“Prince Hamoud, the King of Hafizar needs an heir, you must find a bride within a year, or forfeit everything,” said Omar the Cleric, Supreme Advisor to King Abdullah El-Ismaili, father of Prince Hamoud. The little man smirked, knowing that the prince, while he occasionally notices the pretty ladies, has a far greater fondness for the fellas.

“Yes, Cleric, I shall do my duty,” said Prince Hamoud, and he watched as Omar the Cleric walked out of the princely chambers, laughing merrily. Ever since Prince Hamoud could remember, the Cleric had hated him. Since Omar the Cleric was well-liked by his father, there was little that the prince could do to stop him.

Prince Hamoud looked out through the palace window, at the City of Mokhtar, Capital of the Kingdom of Hafizar. Founded in 1897, the Kingdom of Hafizar is one of the wealthiest nations in the Arabian peninsula, all thanks to oil. Prince Hamoud, eldest son of King Abdullah El-Ismaili and his wife, the Afro-Arabian beauty known as Queen Maral, sometimes feels like the world is on his shoulder.

Standing six feet two inches tall, lean and athletic, with light brown skin and curly dark hair, his features a blend of the Arab and the African thanks to his mixed ancestry, Prince Hamoud is considered quite handsome. Once upon a time, he graced the cover of GQ. He studied business management at Harvard University in Boston, Massachusetts, graduating with an MBA in 2012.

In the seven years since, Prince Hamoud has been seen partying around the world, sometimes in the company of beautiful women, but oftener than not, in the company of handsome men. There are lots of rumors swirling about the Kingdom of Hafizar about Prince Hamoud’s bisexuality. During his college years in Boston, Prince Hamoud was quite close to a tall, handsome young man named Scott Maguire, who was his roommate at the time.

Of course, Prince Hamoud has also been linked to supermodels, most notably, Lebanese-American actress/singer Christina Aoun, porno indir who stars in the hit TV show Princess of Arabia. Prince Hamoud dated Christina Aoun for years, but for whatever reason, the two of them split. Nowadays, Christina Aoun is dating a rich oil magnate named Jeremiah Healy. Both parties have moved on, it would seem…

“What am I going to do?” Prince Hamoud wondered. He didn’t want his lifestyle to change, and although he liked women just fine, he couldn’t fathom the idea of a woman accepting him for who he was, a secretly bisexual man who would soon be at the helm of a Muslim country. I feel coursed, Prince Hamoud thought.

Prince Hamoud thought of last night, and the fun he had with a young man named Salim, one of the Royal Pages working at the Royal Palace. Tall and handsome, with dark hair, dark eyes and bronze skin, Salim is the son of Abu Anwar, a wealthy Sheikh who seeks to curry King Abdullah El-Ismail’s favor by having his son Salim work at the Royal Palace. If the old man only knew what his son got up to…

“I aim to please your majesty,” Salim said to Prince Hamoud, as the two of them got down and dirty in the princely chambers. Salim had a hard body and a thick cock, and Prince Hamoud couldn’t help hopping on for a ride. While Prince Hamoud definitely notices a beautiful woman, a masculine man with a big tool is something he simply he cannot resist…

The Prince of Hafizar found himself on all fours, face down and ass up, as Salim plowed his surprisingly tight ass with his thick Arabian cock. Prince Hamoud’s screams echoed across the Royal Palace. The Royal Palace Guards knew better than to intervene, though. Prince Hamoud was definitely different, to say the least. They knew his habits at this point.

“Aye, please you did, Habibi,” Prince Hamoud said to Salim, after the well-endowed Page, after a thorough and stupendous fucking. The two young men lay in bed, smoking Shisha and relaxing. After taking a shower, Salim departed from the princely chambers. Prince Hamoud felt sexually satisfied but lonely, for he knew that every person who slept with him only wanted to carry his favor…

A few months after his liaison with Prince Hamoud came to an end, Salim and his father, Abu Anwar, were the recipients of a major contract involving the Hafizar oil industry. Salim subsequently married a beautiful young woman named Fatima Maliki, from the wild tribes of the mountainous region of Al-Firdous, in western Hafizar. All is well that ends well, Prince Hamoud thought. Salim and his father Abu Anwar had been handsomely compensated for their services.

Prince Hamoud, bored of life in the City of Al-Mokhtar, decided to do some traveling. He decided to visit the City of Atlanta, Georgia. While there, Prince Hamoud decided to visit a bawdy house, as they say. The bawdy house in question specialized in transgender escorts. Prince Hamoud found a pair that he liked, the lovely Madam Angela, and her colleague Karina.

“Hello cutie,” Madam Angela said, and Prince Hamoud admired the tall, curvy lady with the bronze skin, dark hair and big round ass. Madam Angela looked and sounded just like a regular lady. He felt up her tits and found them nice and firm, along with the rest of her. When Madam Angela dropped her panties, revealing a nine-inch, thick and uncut Latino dick, Prince Hamoud was delighted.

“How do you like me?” Karina asked, and the tall, slender, bronze-skinned and dark-haired beauty undressed, as Madam Angela and Prince Hamoud watched. Karina rubbed her nipples with one hand and slid a finger into her pussy lips while looking at Prince Hamoud. She’d always had a thing for black guys, and this half-black, half-Arab, super rich dude turned her on just by looking at her…

“You are both so lovely, my ladies, come to me,” Prince Hamoud said, smiling. The bawdy house charged five hundred dollars per escort for the night, but the Prince, feeling generous, doubled their rate. Money rokettube meant next to nothing to the filthy rich foreign royal. Madam Angela and Karina joined the prince on the bed, and that’s when the fun really began…

“Hello handsome,” Karina said, and she kissed Prince Hamoud’s chest, while playing with his dick. As Karina stroked his manhood, Prince Hamoud smiled. She was the first female to touch him in years. He’d been having so much fun with the fellas that he’d forgotten how much fun women could be. I’ll have to do better, Prince Hamoud silently reminded himself.

Meanwhile, Madam Angela stroked her big cock, and saw a hungry look on Prince Hamoud’s face. When the curvaceous transgender escort drew closer, the prince fondled her tits and grabbed her dick. As Madam Angela looked on, Prince Hamoud began sucking her dick like a pro. Now that’s what I’m talking about, Madam Angela thought, smiling.

“Suck that dick, my prince,” Madam Angela cooed softly, and Prince Hamoud did just that. At the same time, Karina sucked Prince Hamoud’s big caramel dick, marveling as it lengthened and hardened in her mouth. She fellated him eagerly, for she loves bringing men pleasure. Karina smiled up at Prince Hamoud, who was busy sucking Madam Angela’s cock. The more the terrier, Karina thought, smiling.

“This is awesome,” Prince Hamoud said, laughing, as Karina and Madam Angela showed him what they could do. Karina lay on the bed, legs spread, rubbing her tits together while looking at the prince expectantly. Prince Hamoud rubbed his big ole dick and, after rolling a condom on it, inserted it inside Karina’s vagina. The young woman sighed happily as he entered her. Let the fun begin…

“Are you ready for me?” Madam Angela said, smiling as she came up behind Prince Hamoud. He turned around, grinned and nodded. Madam Angela rolled a condom on her big ole cock, lubricated herself, and then pushed her tool into Prince Hamoud’s ass. At the same time, Prince Hamoud pushed his dick deep inside Karina’s pussy. Karina squealed in delight as Hamoud fucked her with gusto, and the prince did some screaming of his own as Madam Angela tore his ass up…

“This is hot,” Prince Hamoud groaned, a little while later. They changed positions, and Karina sucked his dick as Madam Angela fucked his ass. The three of them went at it until the prince could take no more and he came. When the prince came, Karina surprised herself, and him, by drinking his seed. This guy is definitely special, Karina thought, amazed by what she’d done.

After this experience, Prince Hamoud grew quite fond of Karina and Madam Angela. He didn’t care that they were considered ladies of poor reputation due to their occupation. As a man who sleeps with both sexes, Prince Hamoud didn’t feel like he was in any position to judge a person’s sexual habits. Besides, he’d always been a libertine, never a hypocrite…

“This place is off the hook,” Karina said to Madam Angela, as the two of them dined inside Maison D’Or, a five-star restaurant located in the west end of Atlanta, Georgia. Prince Hamoud had major dollars and didn’t mind throwing it around. He was always friendly and respectful in his dealings with them, and the two ladies were honestly starting to like him…

“Ladies, I’ve got a proposition, I want you to come visit the Kingdom of Hafizar with me,” Prince Hamoud said. Madam Angela and Karina exchanged a look of shock and hesitated all of ten seconds before agreeing. Prince Hamoud smiled. Everything was most definitely coming according to his grand design…

In the time that Prince Hamoud spent in the City of Atlanta, he really got to know the town, and two special ladies that called it home. Karina Santino, for example, was born in the City of Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic. She came to America as a college student, and ended up a hooker. The gal had no family to speak of and Madam Angela was her only friend…

Madam Angela’s Colombian seks filmi family rejected her for being transgender, and after moving to Atlanta, Georgia, to become a restaurateur, she fell on hard times. Eventually, she ended up in the world’s oldest profession. Prince Hamoud was moved by Karina and Madam Angela’s tales. Both ladies deserved better than what fate threw their way…

When Prince Hamoud returned to the Royal Palace in the City of Al-Mokhtar, the media was scandalized to see him waltzing around with foreign women who did not dress modestly. Karina and Madam Angela were a bit intimidated by the opulence of the Royal Palace, and the conservative Islamic values of the citizens of the Kingdom of Hafizar. Still, they trusted Prince Hamoud…

“What do you think you’re doing, bringing these foreign harlots here?” Omar the Cleric asked Prince Hamoud, storming the princely chambers. Prince Hamoud, who was lounging in bed with Karina and Madam Angela, drinking wine and eating cakes, smirked at the Cleric and got up to confront him.

“Omar, I do as I please, and these ladies are smart, and beautiful, and arouse me like no Hafizarian women ever had, if I had my way, they’d be my brides,” Prince Hamoud said haughtily. Omar the Cleric, unaccustomed to being rebuffed, mumbled a few things and then beat a hasty retreat. Turning to look at his lady friends, the prince smirked.

“You sure told him,” Karina said, and she went to Prince Hamoud, and did something she’d been wanting to do for months. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him. Prince Hamoud kissed Karina back. She was the first woman to arouse him sexually in ages. He’d given up on the idea of having sex with a woman prior to meeting her.

“Karina, my dear, will you stay with me in Hafizar? Madam Angela, I extend you the same offer,” Prince Hamoud said, looking at both ladies. Karina nodded eagerly and Madam Angela smiled, overjoyed. Smiling at both ladies, Prince Hamoud took them back to his bed. As they began their celebration, the Royal Guards actually came to investigate. They were not accustomed to hearing female voices coming from Prince Hamoud’s chambers…

“Our son no longer fucks only men, he now wants to marry a foreign courtesan and her transgender mentor, he’s been seen having sex with them both,” King Abdullah El-Ismail said to his wife, Queen Maral. The two of them were stone-faced in the Royal Court after receiving a report, complete with video and audio footage, of Prince Hamoud’s most recent activities from a source at the Palace.

“Well, my dearest husband, at least if Hamoud impregnates the foreign courtesan, there will be another generation of our bloodline, the Dominican gal is pretty, I thought she was Moroccan when I first saw her picture,” Queen Maral said with a sigh. The queen of Hafizar wasn’t thrilled with the situation, but her son Hamoud seemed to be happy, and that’s what mattered…

King Abdullah looked at his wife Queen Maral and nodded at her wisdom. She’d always been his rock through hard times, that’s for damn sure. Gently, he kissed her hand, and she smiled at him. We don’t always get what we want but we get what we need, King Abdullah thought, stunned by what he’d just seen and heard. Where did his son Hamoud get his, er, unique inclinations?

Six months later, by order of King Abdullah El-Ismail of the Kingdom of Hafizar, Omar the Cleric swallowed his pride and performed the wedding ceremony of Prince Hamoud and his new bride, Karina Santino, formerly of the Dominican Republic by way of Atlanta, Georgia. The blushing and very pregnant bride couldn’t be happier. Henceforth, she would be known as Princess Karina the First, until such time that her husband Prince Hamoud ascends to the throne.

A new and exciting chapter of Prince Hamoud and Karina Santino’s lives was starting. The happy couple made the cover of just about every gossip magazine in the world, and were discussed on CNN, Fox news, Radio Canada, BBC News, and Al Jazeera. Prince Hamoud and Princess Karina the First decided to honeymoon in Paris, France, and insisted that their good friend Madam Angela of Colombia join them. Most unorthodox, to be sure, but not unheard of. Interesting times are upon the Kingdom of Hafizar, that’s for damn sure…

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Martin was hurried down the hall to meet his husband. It wasn’t that he was eager to get to him, but the pace he was being forced to take made him have to run to him. If nothing else the morning treadmill walks were schooling Martin in how to move quickly in high heels.

“MMPPPFFF!!” Martin snorted as they reached the Baron. Martin pulled away from the man that was escorting him and glared at his husband. Martin’s fist were clenched and he backed away a couple of steps as the Baron appraised Martin’s looks beginning with his toes and slowly looking him up to the mask.

The Baron chuckled. “Oh my yes. You look very special today my love. I’m sure my mother is going to love you as much as I do,” he said smiling reaching for Martin’s hand.

Martin pulled back again. He shook his head “no” as his mind raced, “Don’t take me in there dressed like this.” Martin’s confused thinking was evident in the moment as he didn’t want to appear like this in front of the Baron’s parents. He wanted to wear something more appropriate for this meeting. It was a perverse and desperate thought as he was dressed as a woman either way. He was being presented as a “seeded” bride anyway. What difference did it make. The lesser of two evils in his desperate mind perhaps?

“MMMPPPPFFF!!!!” Martin grunted again as his husband took his arm and forcibly escorted him to the dining room. The door were opened to the dining room and there at the end of a long table sat the Baron’s parents. Very elegant in appearance and dressed rather formally for the occasion. The Baron’s mother, “Constance” wore a black dinner dress and her hair was swept up in an elegant french twist. A small tiara sparkled just above her forehead, that matched her large diamond choker and dangling earrings. Her face was madeup to look glamorous but just short of overdone.

The Baron’s dad was in a tie and jacket as he always was. They both looked up as the Baron entered the room with Martin in tow. Constance had a surprised look on her face as she looked at Martin being escorted in.

“OH MY GOD!” she exclaimed her hand coming to her face in disbelief.

Martin walked towards them in his 6″ spike heel sandals and fishnet stockings, the tops of which weren’t even covered by the dress he was wearing, exposing the garters that held them up. His toenails bright red against his all white attire, and the rings on his toes caught his mother in laws eyes and she turned away and smiled as she rolled her eyes at her husband. Martin’s hands were manacled in front of him and of course he wore the Bliss Mask. His hair teased nice and high for this special occasion by Leanne and a large bow was pinned in the back, which was fast becoming a fashion statement for Martin. Even the Baron was in a suit. Martin had only ever seen the Baron wear a suit, well and his birthday suit. Everyone was so elegant and semi formal and here he stood in a skin tight sequined dress that was barely mid thigh and a D-cup padded bra pushing the front of his dress out in a display of exhibitionism that made Martin feel even more degraded.

“Marcia, these are my parents,” the Baron said as Martin stood in front of them. “My mother Constance, and my father Leonard, xhamster porno but you can call him Leo.” he smiled as he introduced them. Looking to his parents the Baron then said, “And this is my lovely bride Marcia.” he smiled as he kissed Martin on the side of his head. Martin pulled away as he was kissed staring at the mother. Constance stood up and slowly walked around Martin evaluating him up and down as she appraised the image he portrayed.

“Oh my,” Constance said appraising Martin. “What’s the matter honey? Your mother dressed you like a girl and wouldn’t let you play with the other boys when you were little?” She smiled as she ran her hand down his dress.

“Mmmppff….” Martin pulled back from her touch insulted by her remark..

“Is this how your new bride dresses for special occasions?” she said looking to the Baron now. “You think this is appropriate? Skirt is a little short don’t you think?” she continued her assessment. “You think you look sexy dressed like this, don’t you. Hmmmm?” she asked. “You put on some spike heels, a short, short dress. and some stockings. You even painted your toenails. How quaint.” she smiled looking at his feet. “I bet your mother is so proud of her son.”

“MMPPFFF!!!!” Martin grunted as he jerked away from her hand again that was now squeezing his padded chest.

“Isn’t she beautiful mother.”

“HE!!! Isn’t HE beautiful,” she said correcting him. “This is a man Anthony, not a woman.” She looked hard at her son then softened her look and looked at Martin. “At least for now he’s a man,” she smiled.

Martin felt a sinking feeling inside. She was evil, he could feel it. As she stared at the mask she waved her hand for her husband and son to leave her alone with Martin. She had an elegance to her look. Attractive, even glamorous, with a warm smile, yet she was cold inside.

“Give us some time alone please. I’m entitled to that as the mother of the groom.” she said looking through the eye holes in the mask into Martin’s eyes.

“MMMPPFFF!!!” Martin snorted loudly as the Baron kissed Martin on the side of the head. Martin pulled away, backing up and stomping his heels. Glaring at the Baron as he exited the room with his father, Martin’s fist were clenched but cuffed at his waist.

She circled Martin grinning. “So you’re the little slut who has somehow seduced my son into marriage.” she smiled as the words had bite.

“MMPPFF!!!” Martin shook his head.

“OH YES! YOU ARE A SLUT!” she raised her voice. “And a……….. pervert I might add.” she spat out at the end. “Why would a young man such as yourself want to dress like this?”

“MMPPFF!” Martin was shaking his head frantically.

“SHUT UP YOU WHORE!! I don’t want to hear your excuses as to why. Anybody that would present themselves dressed as you are is a SLUT!” she said again.

Martin realized that his reactions were being misinterpreted by her. She thought he was objecting to being called a slut and a whore, trying to defend his situation, when in fact he was denying all of it. “I’m innocent” he wanted to scream out.

“So you got in his pants, and somehow got a ring on your finger.” yaşlı porno she looked at her nails and then at Martin. “You must be really proud of yourself. Well……….that mask tells me you have had sex with him, and now you think I’m going to just accept this like I would any other girl?”

Martin just stared at her teary eyed in frustration. He didn’t want to give her any opportunities to take verbal swipes at him again.

She appraised him again as she circled. “What did you have to offer that a real woman didn’t.”

“Mmm,” Martin moaned.

“Shut up!” she snapped. “Anybody can wear sexy clothes. Hmmmm……..it must have something to do with promises of sexual grandeur, and the satisfaction a man could bring to the show. Am I getting close? He likes the way you spread your legs in bed for him? Or are you on your knees? I can see you are the type who loves to suck dick aren’t you. You’re the type that gives guys blowjobs in parking lots or driving down the road in the car, it really doesn’t matter with you does it:?” She looked for a reaction from him. “You swallow don’t you!” she said grinning.

She paused and looked out the window for a moment organizing her thoughts. “I’m sure you have many boyfriends” then she turned back to the young man wearing the mask of a lady climaxing. “The only thing you could bring that a real woman couldn’t, is you have a penis, but my son is not a homosexual!” she said raising an eyebrow.

“MMPPFF!!” Martin shook his head. He couldn’t take this anymore.

“Ok, ok.” she said. “I think he married you just to make me angry. He doesn’t love you honey and never will. He’s just showing me how weird things can get if I don’t agree to certain things financially. I know that is it.”

Constance believed this was all a scam on her son’s part and Martin must have been in on it, or promises had been made for his help.

“Well I’ll tell what I’m going to do to help you out. I think it only appropriate that we have commitment here to this family and this marriage. If you want to live like a woman in this family and be accepted, I will insist you be one. I don’t know how, but I will convince my son that you need to have your penis and testicles removed, and I’ll get you a nice huge pair of breasts to go along with it. Would you like that?”

Martin shook his head NO as he stamped his foot, and screamed through his gag again.

“No? I thought this is what you wanted? Not part of your plan is it?” she smiled a sinister smile. “Well let’s just say there may be modifications to your plans. I’ll push whole-heartedly forward on this for you then. I will not have a MAN pretending to be a WOMAN in this family. You will have to change. When you have been castrated………..and yes you will be castrated,” she said glancing up at him, “I will settle with Anthony. He will no longer need your services and divorce you. Even if I have to concede to his demands. You might gain a little money, but you will lose a little manly pride in the process.” She then smiled. “That is how I feel about you and your little seduction game ……What did you say your name was again?…….Marcia?” she smiled as Martin aldatma porno backed away. “Where are you going young man? What did you expect. I’d just play along? I’m trying to help you honey. I’m your mother-in-law.” she laughed now.

Martin held his hands out so she could clearly see they were cuffed to his waist. “I’m not part of a scheme! I’m a prisoner here damn it!” His mind raged but he couldn’t say a word.

“Yes, yes, I see your fingernails. Very pretty,” she said as she turned. “I have no problems with your wanting to dress and act like a woman Marcia. To each his own I say, but you are pushing into a private family matter and I will not be tolerate it.”

The Baron and his dad now entered the room again. Constance was composed once more and walked over to her son with a smile, “He’s everything I thought he’d be Anthony.”

“She is special isn’t she,” the Baron gave a smile as he looked at Martin.

“I warned you about this years ago Anthony.” she said as she was staring at Martin. “All the whores and sluts would throw themselves at you promising you anything you desired just to have some of your wealth,” she turned and looked at her son. “So why did you allow yourself to be seduced by this tramp?” she hissed in a low voice. “This is a man.”

“Mother, I’m in love with Marcia,” he said as he smiled remaining very calm.

“Why Anthony? What has this man promised you that you feel you needed to marry him. Look at him. He’s just a crossdressed man that looks like a slut,” she said throwing up her hands at Martin. “What are you up to Anthony. I’m not buying you’re in love with this guy. I’ve seen you with too many beautiful women.”

“Mother, why are you so upset?” The Baron said looking for an answer.

“First of all, that’s my Bliss Mask that pervert is wearing!!” she screamed in anger. Martin and Leo both were startled by the sudden change of mood.”I wore that mask during my wedding consummation and your sister wore it during her consummation. The family women have a pride in that mask and you put it on some pervert in a dress? Yes I’m upset about that. Why didn’t you just let him wear my wedding dress too while you were at it?” she sneered at her son.

“We had her try your wedding dress on but it didn’t fit, properly. I didn’t want it to be altered since it was a keepsake of yours,” the Baron said with a slight grin. “She wore Melissa’s wedding dress instead. We had it altered for her.”

“You let him wear your sister’s wedding dress?” she pointed at Martin as she tried to stay calm.

“Tradition mother. Of course She wore something from each of the women closest to our hearts,” he said looking at his bride. “She wore her grandmothers earrings, Melissa’s wedding dress, and her mother’s favorite perfume.”

“And my dress. You wanted him to wear my dress, but it wouldn’t fit him. I can’t believe you let him put it on.”

“Yes. So he wore your panties with the cute little saying on the back you wore on your wedding night,” he smiled.

Constance glared at her son for a moment then looked at Martin shaking her head in disapproval and then hissed at her son as she walked away, “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Martin feared what this woman may be capable of. She was very angry……..and very powerful.

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Well as the weeks went on to follow our first sexual adventure. The experience of my wife in disguise, screwing my brains out before she finally unmasked to show me who it was. And the fact that she watched and helped me take on Matt and Steph’s cocks, as well as her own big rubber cock. I was now completely devoted to being her little sex toy. There was many nights to follow at our own house with just Helen and myself that involved me being the woman and Helen being the well hung man. She kept on coming home from work with more lingerie and skimpy clothes for me, as well as all different sorts of sex toys. While our sex life was getting more wild, my clothing pile was also getting much larger. The entire closet in the spare room was now devoted to my favourite pastime. Helen had began calling me Sandra, saying that I really needed to have a different name to fit the part.

With the weekend approaching I knew Helen was making plans. She was bringing home new lingerie and clothes every night. All the items so far were black and somewhat matching. The sly smile she gave when I asked what we were going to be up to this weekend told me that she wasn’t telling me everything. I just smiled too, and tried to contain my excitement.

Friday night when I got done work, I came home to find Helen already home.

“Hey hun. I got done early today so I came home and got your stuff ready,” she said to me as I came in the door.

“Got my stuff ready?” I asked.

“Yah the two of us are going to take off for the weekend,” she replied. “There’s a resort type place just a little while from here that one of my clients told me about. So I thought it sounded good and made some reservations for us for this weekend. Now go get cleaned up and we’ll get going.”

I just smiled gave her a little kiss and headed upstairs to get ready. I got into the bedroom and seen two small suitcases packed and ready to go. I stripped down and headed for the shower. While I was in there I was shocked with a little giggle from the other side of the curtain and found a hand at the back handing me a razor and some shaving gel.

“Gotta get all cleaned up for the weekend dear,” she said.

I took the razor and did as she wanted. Although I’ve been doing it now regularly since our night of fun with Sara and Matt, she was making sure I was done for the weekend. I did a perfect job and cleaned my entire body including my pubic patch. I shaved it down to a little strip. Although Helen wasn’t saying anything I could hear her coming in and out of the bathroom. I finished up in the shower and grabbed the towel to dry off. Again Helen came in with something in her hands and went to work powdering my entire body. As she passed by my newly trimmed pubic area she just smiled and kept working. I could smell the powder she was using and was very much feminine. When she finished she just left while telling me to hurry and get dressed. I turned to see some nice frilly lingerie sitting on the vanity. I first thought I should check out the pile to see what I was dealing with. I found a black sheer cup less corset with long black garters, as well as a sexy matching thong and bra as well as a pair of black stockings. With a smile on my face and a cock that was starting to stiffen I began to put on the lingerie. I started with the corset and pulled it around me. Although I knew I couldn’t do it all the way up without help I put it on and tightened it the best I could. Next were the stockings. I slid them up my silky smooth legs and fastened them to the hanging garters. Next was the thong. As I slid it up my legs I looked down into it and seen that it was no ordinary thong. There was a pouch in it. I slid my semi hard member into it and then finished pulling it up. As I did this it held my cock back and in between my legs. It also was somewhat tight and as I finished pulling it on it also then used my cock to force my testicles back in to my body. I was completely flat at the front. I then grabbed the bra and put it on. Although there was nothing filling the huge cups it felt great.

I walked out into the bedroom to be met by Helen with a couple whistles and cat calls. I just laughed and went over to her. She turned me around and helped me tighten the corset the rest of the way. She also reached down and grabbed the two giant falsies she had sitting there with glue on already. I helped to hold the bra open as she dropped them in and adjusted them to where they needed to be. After this she also reached under the bra and fastened the bottom of it to the corset with some small snaps that I hadn’t seen.

“Well let’s finish making you look like the sex goddess you really are,” Helen said, leading me to take a seat in her make

She worked on my makeup for some time. I was really excited with what she was doing. I was beginning to even fool myself that I was actually a woman. Once she had the makeup done for her liking she reached in the big drawer and pulled out a dark wig. She then worked on fastening it to my head. porno

“There we go,” Helen said. “Your officially Sandra, and if I do say so myself your the best you’ve ever looked.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

“Now with the rest of your clothes,” Helen said as she led me out of the chair and over to the clothes laying on the bed.

“First we’ll get you into this dress,” she said as she lifted it up over me.

She began to slowly and carefully guide the dress down over my head. Once she had it passed she worked at pulling the fabric the rest of the way down my body. The tight dress clung to my every curve, and WOW did I have curves. Next she pulled out some sexy new shoes from under the bed. They were skyscrapers, absolutely death heels. They were so tall she had me sit on the bed to put them on. She helped guide them on to my feet, and helped to fasten the upper strap around my ankle. Once she had this done she then went ahead and put a small padlock through the clasp. I was locked in.

“Well I better get ready too,” Helen got back up with a smile. “In the meantime you should probably walk around and get used to those.”

So that’s what I did. She disappeared into the bathroom and I began to walk around the bedroom. I could feel my heart racing as I was almost positive I was going to fall. But not being the first time in heels I was quickly getting the hang of it. Although these were the highest heels I had ever seen I was soon walking in them as if I was born in them. I also walked by the mirror and checked myself out, and I looked great. I started walking to and from the mirror really working on making my walk as sexy as possible.

“Looking good baby,” Helen cooed as she came back in the room.

She had on the exact same outfit as mine. We looked like sisters, or almost even twins. She walked over to me and gave me a long passionate kiss. While she did this her hands worked all over my body. As the kiss broke her hands make they’re way to my ass and gave it a good squeeze.

“Oh wait, I almost forgot something,” Helen said as she went to the nightstand.

She turned around with a new rather large butt plug in her hand.

“Almost forgot this,” she said as she walked to me. “Bend over dear, and then we’ll be ready to go.”

I did as I was told and she lifted my already short skirt just a little and pulled my thong to the side. With the other hand she guided the plug to my bud and began to push it inside.

“There, I think we’re ready to go,” Helen said as she led me out side.

We grabbed the things she had packed and put them in the trunk and away we went. I was a little nervous at first about being out in the public dressed like this. But after a short time I was beginning to feel ok about it since the only ones that were looking at us were men. The drive was taking some time and we had been on the highway for a while before I told Helen that I had to use the bathroom. She smiled and agreed that she could to. We got off the highway and right into a little service station. She was getting the fuel and I was heading to the bathroom.

“Remember which one your going into,” Helen yelled to me.

Although very embarrassed, there was hardly anyone around. And they may not be able to figure out what she meant as well. This was no high class service station by any means. But with my bladder full I knew I had to go. So after I was inside I started at my business, hearing someone come into the room next to me. Paying no attention I finished up and began to wash my hands. As I went to reach for the paper towel that was hanging there, I got the biggest shock. As I grabbed hold of the towel I also grabbed hold of a semi erect dick that was poking through the wall behind it. With shock and fear at first I released it and just pulled off the paper towel. It didn’t pull away. With the new love for sexual excitement I found myself reaching back to it. I slowly started stroking it. The blood began flowing to it as I quickly sprang to full attention. I slowly lowered myself to my knees. I don’t know if this was just automatic instinct now of what. But within seconds of dropping down I had it in my mouth. I gobbled it up until my nose hit the wall. I began sliding my mouth up and down this strangers shaft. I could tell he liked it by the low moans that were coming through the paper thin walls. I kept at the task at hand until I could really hear him moaning. I knew he wasn’t going to last long, and began speeding up the pace. As I was doing this I could hear the door beside me open. I didn’t even look to see who it was.

“Well what do we have here,” Helen joked.

I didn’t look or say a word. I just kept working at the dick that was now beginning to leak precum. I could hear her laughing as she closed the door and just stood back and watched. The man on the other side gave a grunt as my mouth began to fill with his cum. I bobbed on his cock until he was drained. I then turned to Helen as I was swallowing the japon porno last of it, while she just stood there laughing and clapping.

“Looks like I can’t leave you alone for two minutes and you have a cock in you,” she said to me still laughing. “Well let’s get you cleaned up and get back on the road.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just stayed quiet. We got cleaned up and we were back on the highway. Helen just kept smiling. After a little while longer on the highway Helen looked to me and said.

“Well if your craving anymore cock you can take this one on,” she was just smiling as she pulled the hem of her skirt up.

Her favourite strap on bobbed out from underneath. I smiled and leaned over to go to work.

“Looks like I finally get one of those road hummers you like so much,” Helen cooed.

I slid my mouth down the shaft. It was a little tough being in this position but I could manage. I worked away at it for sometime, almost to the point my jaw was beginning to get sore. Helen had also reached down and was working her fingers into her wet hole. To my surprise Helen had then turned on the plug inside of me. It began humming away in my rear. I was sexual bliss. Although my cock still inside the pocket in the panties, straining to come to life. I was very much turned on, and sped up on the rubber cock. Helen sensed this and she too sped up her own fingers. I could hear her panting above me as she brought herself to orgasm. As she was slowing down her pace she took the balls of the strap on and gave them a squeeze. For the second time that day my mouth was being filled with a cocks fluid. I lapped it up and cleaned off the entire shaft before sitting back up in my seat. Helen reached down to readjust her skirt and looked to me with a smile.

“Well good timing, we’re here,” she said. “I didn’t know how many more times I could have went around that block,” she said now giggling.

We pulled up to the main desk and Helen went in to check us in. She was back out in no time and we pulled away to find our cabin. It was a very nice resort with lots of small cabins scattered all over. We found ours and pulled up in front. We grabbed the bags from the trunk and headed inside. When we got inside in the middle of the floor was a massage table.

“Well I guess we better hurry our massage is in fifteen minutes,” Helen advised me.

We took our things to the bedroom where we had a beautiful Jacuzzi tub in the corner and everything. It was like a sexual haven for couples. I was still somewhat in awe.

“I’ll get us some wine,” I said as I headed to the kitchen area.

“Sounds great, and I’ll get ready for my massage,” Helen said.

I poured us each a glass and began to sip away at it. Helen came out and took hers and did the same. She was only wearing her panties that matched mine. I wanted to pounce on her right then but I knew there was someone coming for the massage. She just went over to the table and laid down on her stomach and laid a towel across her midsection. There was a knock at the door. I went to answer it and my jaw almost must have hit the floor. There was a very muscular and tall black man standing there in the resort uniform. He just smiled and let himself in. He set down his supplies and began to pull out the oil. He poured it over my wife’s body and began to work on her massage. I just sat and watched, somewhat sexually aroused.

After about 45 minutes Helen looked to me and told me to go get ready, that I was next. I went into the bedroom and began to get undressed. I began to panic a little then. I didn’t know how I could hide all this. I stripped right down to my thong only, the same as Helen had done. I took a towel and wrapped it around my chest. ‘This will work,’ I thought and headed into the other room. Helen was just finishing up. I could make out Victor’s name from his name tag. He turned away from both of us and busied himself with his oils. Helen sat up and got off the table. I could tell she was somewhat aroused because her nipples were very hard. She grabbed her wine and came over to give me a kiss.

“I’m going to soak in the tub for a bit and really get relaxed,” Helen then said. “You hop up on the table and enjoy.”

She walked into the bedroom with a smile. I pulled off the towel and laid on the table. I took the towel and did the same as I had seen Helen do. Knowing I was ready Victor turned and began to pour the oils on to me. He began to rub my body all over. As he was doing this I also felt the plug still buried in me come to life. I was a little nervous that he’d hear the humming coming from my lower body. He didn’t stop he just kept working away. As he slid his hand up my legs they came to stop just shy of my crotch and ass. The next time they seemed to go a little higher. I was a little nervous but more so intrigued with how far they will go. Finally they were up to my ass and right to the ‘v’ of my legs. Panic had almost struck then, knowing about the lezbiyen porno still humming plug in my rear, as well as my somewhat stiffening cock that was tucked into the ‘v’ he had just went to. I was scared he had felt this when his hands pulled back. But my fear was laid to rest as he continued on. He kept on with the same stroke over and over.

Finally he moved on and came to my hips and began to work on my lower back. As I laid there with my arms at my side, he leaned in to push up my back. My hand came into contact with a semi hard object. He continued on doing the same stroke. I kept feeling it brush against my hand. He then stopped with it pressed against my hand and started doing circular motions on my back, meanwhile grinding this firm thing against my hand. I guess it was somewhat curiosity that took over because I instantly turned my hand to get a better feel at what it was. My mind almost exploded as I finally felt that it was indeed his semi erect cock. He kept on doing what he was, and I just laid there in awe feeling his massive dick grind against my hand. He then began slowly moving up my body. When he got to the neck area he stopped for a minute and began to add more oil. He then was beginning to make his way around the top of my head when he stopped again for a minute. When he carried on again I could now smell a hint of sweat in the room. Not paying any attention to it, he made his way around the top of my head and began working down the other side. As he did I felt something brush past my nose under the table. I opened my eyes but nothing was there. As I closed my eyes, again I felt it. I opened them again. There just below my face was Victor’s giant black rod. He must have taken off his pants and his cock was running just under my face.

He began to work his way down the other side of my body now. I could sometimes feel some of his cock drag by me. As he got close to my lower back I immediately moved my hand. I had my hand turned out, as Victor made his way down. Like he did on the other side, he first started to lean in to work up my back. There it was. His hard dick came into contact with my hand. He kept up the same thing again for a few more strokes before starting to really lean in to do the circular motions on my back. My hand, although I wasn’t moving it, was now almost giving Victor a hand job as he grinded it in to it. He didn’t do this for too long.

“Would you like your front done, ma’am,” Victor asked.

Without even answering I began to roll over. I also didn’t give any thought about the two massive falsies that were glued to my chest. Victor was at the head of the table when I got myself turned over. He didn’t say a word. I laid there in complete panic realizing what was now on display for him. I didn’t know what I should do. I was just about to get up when Victor put his hands on me and began to rub. He was working from above my head down. I went to say something, (I really didn’t know what), when I was met again with his huge black rod sliding up over my face. Now I was speechless and had nothing to say. His giant rod laid over me like a big black snake. Although my wife Helen and Sara had some big rubber toys we’ve used, this was out of this world. Here was a real cock laid on me that was the same size. He was working on my chest, cupping my fake rubber tits the odd time. I reached out with my tongue to touch the beast that was laying on me. I was amazed. I licked only the little part that was right over my mouth. Victor then started moving around my head and down beside my face. I could now finally make it to the end of his cock. I took it into my waiting mouth. He continued on rubbing down my body. Although I was only taking the tip of his cock, my mouth was full. His hands were now even lower on my body and were actually beginning to rub down in between my legs. My own cock was showing that it was liking the attention while pulling at the panties.

“What’s going on in here,” I heard Helen come back in the room. “Again I find you with a cock in your mouth.”

Still somewhat giggling Helen made her way over to the table. While she did this she ran her hands all over Victor’s firm body. She began to kiss him, while she reached down and joined his hand that was now rubbing my cock that was still pinned between my legs. When their kiss broke Victor, stopped rubbing me and turned my head and helped me to take a tiny bit more of his giant dick. While he was doing this Helen was making her way to the bottom of the table. When she was down there she began to help me lift my hips from the table. She then removed the butt plug that she had put in earlier. But as I held my hips up from the table she did something underneath me. She had another large dildo that she had now stuck onto the table below me. I slowly began to lower onto it. She help me down. The large dildo was now waiting at my hole. I began to lower more, taking it in inch by inch. I was soon back down onto the table. I felt full, but it was great, applying just the right pressure on my buttons. Helen then began to crawl up over me on the table. She was soon over me and licking at the huge dick in my mouth. We both worked hard at Victor’s dick slowly bringing the huge beast fully to life. It just kept getting bigger and bigger.

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