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Jennifer walked into the doctors office with her new born baby boy in her arms. It was time for his 3 week check up. They both went into the office and the doctor checked out the baby. Everything checked out fine and Jennifer was very happy at that news.

“Dr. Lynwood” said Jennifer.

“Yes Jennifer” said Dr. Lynwood.

“I was wondering if you might give me another pregnancy test” she said.

“Wow” he said.

“You two sure are busy little beavers” he said chuckling.

Dr. Lynwood gave Jennifer the test and confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. Jennifer was very happy that she was once again pregnant and was very much looking forward to what was to come in the very near future.

For the next three months Alex and Jennifer’s lives went on like normal, with all of the joys of being pregnant. They enjoyed all of the sex that they were having and the joys of being young parents. Since they had got engaged they had started planning for their wedding day. They were going to have a nice outdoor summer wedding and they would take a nice long honeymoon to the Bahamas.

The day finally came when Jennifer and Alex exchanged wedding vows and officially became husband and wife. It was a small ceremony with only a few members of their family and some friends. After the reception they headed off for their honeymoon. They had rented a nice honeymoon suite overlooking the ocean in the Bahamas. They flew into the airport in the Bahamas and they went to their room where they got all settled. After they were all settled into their room they figured that they should go and have a look around the hotel property and see what was around. Alex made the suggestion but Jennifer didn’t feel much like going out and wanted to have a nap. So she laid down onto the bed and Alex went out exploring around the hotel.

Alex left the room and got onto the elevator and headed down. He got off and walked outside and it was such a beautiful day out. He headed down toward the beach to see what the water was like. He walked through the fence at the front of the hotel and he was amazed to see all of the people there. But what amazed him even more was that what he was seeing was a nude beach. Everyone was walking around stark naked. Alex felt very over dressed since he had all of his clothes on. He took off his shirt and then his pants followed by his boxers. Now Alex was stark naked as well and he felt more at home. He continued to walk down the beach and out to the water when a very beautiful girl walked passed him. She was about 5’6″ tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes. As she walked past Alex took a second look at her ass. He knew that it wasn’t a good idea to be looking at other women but he just couldn’t help it.

He finally got down to the water and started heading down the beach as he walked in the water. The water was very warm and the sun was beating right down on him so he thought he should go for a little swim. He dove into the waves and swam out a little ways and then made his way back to the beach where he continued his journey down the beach. He walked all the way down the beach to the pier at the end. He then walked out onto the pier and sat down at the end. Just as he sat down a young girl came and sat down right next to him. Alex looked and saw that it was the same girl who he had passed on the beach. Her breasts were large and her nipples were hard as rocks. Alex liked what he saw but knew he couldn’t have what he was looking at.

“Hello” said the girl.

“Hello” said Alex.

“My name’s Amy. What yours?” she said.

“Alex” he said.

Amy got up and moved closer to Alex as he sat on the bench overlooking the water.

“I saw you take a double look as I passed you on the beach. Guess you liked what you saw” she said.

“Yeah” said Alex.

Amy moved a bit closer to Alex and placed her hand on his cock. Alex pulled away because he knew he wasn’t suppose to be doing this.

“I…I….” said Alex.

Just then Amy came even closer and kissed Alex on the lips. Again, Alex pulled away from her kiss.

“I can’t be doing this” he said.

“Oh come on now. You know you like it.” she said. Your cock is hard as a rock.”

“I haven’t been fucked in over three months and my pussy is just dying to get a cock in it.” she said.

She slid her index finger into her cunt and then brought it out and stuck it in her mouth and licked off all of the juices. That was all it took and Alex was over next to her kissing her passionately. Alex was running his hands all over her body wanting to feel every inch. As they continued to kiss, Amy got up and straddled Alex’s lap.

She whispered in his ear “Fuck me you slut”

Just then Alex slid his cock up and into her very wet and waiting cunt. Never missing a beat in there kiss they were now totally involved in fucking one another to even realize what everyone else was doing. They didn’t even realize that there was a crowd starting to gather around them. Most of the people were sitting on the surrounding benched stroking there cocks as they enjoyed the Çamlıdere Escort show they were getting. Alex didn’t care what was happening, his cock was hard and deep inside a beautiful pussy. They continued to fuck as Amy started to scream as her orgasm approached.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Baby! Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Harder! Faster! Oh God! Yes!” she yelled

With every moan Alex started to fuck Amy faster and harder just like she said. Amy continued her yelling as she got even closer.

“Oh! God! Yes! Fuck me you slut!” she said.

Alex pulled out and them slammed his rock hard cock back into her cunt. And that was all it took and Amy went over the edge, her juices started flowing. Ounce after ounce of sweet cum oozing out of her cunt. That then sent Alex cuming with her ever beat. They kissed once more and then Alex got up and walked away like nothing had happened.

He put his clothes back on and then went back upstairs. As he walked down the hallway to their room he heard a woman screaming like she was getting fucked. His cock started to once again get hard at all of the noise. He put his card into the slot and opened the door to see Jennifer laying on the bed with a man on top of her fucking her brains out. He stopped in his tracks as the man kept on fucking Jennifer. Alex took off his shirt and then his shorts followed by his boxers. His cock was once again hard as a rock and he was really enjoying what he was watching. He walked over to the bed and saw Jennifer laying there with this mans cock deep inside of her. Jennifer was bucking up and down on his cock with her eyes closed. She felt the presence of another person standing next to the bed so she opened her eyes to see who it was. Her eyes got really big when she noticed that it was Alex who was standing next to the bed. But what she saw next really surprised her. Alex got onto the bed and grabbed the guy that was fucking his pregnant wife and turned his head and started kissing him. The guy didn’t seem to mind at all and kept on fucking Jennifer as he kissed Alex. Alex broke off the kiss and then pulled on the guys cock. He pulled it out of Jennifer’s cunt and Alex stuck two fingers in her cunt and lubed up his cock. He then got off of the bed and got into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a condom. He opened the package and rolled the condom onto his cock and then got some more of Jennifer’s juices and worked them all over the condom.

Alex got back up onto the bed and got behind the guy who was fucking his pregnant wife. The guy leaned over and started to kiss Jennifer and Alex rammed his hard cock into the guys ass. He started to work the guys ass real good. He fucked his ass for about 15 minutes and that was all that his cock could take and he unloaded his hot cum into the guys virgin ass. With that the guy unloaded his hot cum into Jennifer’s cunt and that made Jennifer start to cum as well. Alex pulled his cock out of the guy’s ass and laid down next to Jennifer. The guy pulled his cock out of Jennifer’s cunt, put his clothes on, and left without ever revealing his name. Jennifer looked at Alex and Alex looked at Jennifer.

“What was that all about?” said Alex.

“I saw you out on the pier fucking that girl, so I figured I could get a fuck in as well” said Jennifer.

They both just smiled at one another and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. They slept for about two hours when they were awoke by the phone ringing. Alex picked up the phone and said “Hello”

“Hey there big guy” said the female voice on the other end of the line.

“Seems you lost your wallet on the beach when you ran off” she said.

“Why don’t you come to room 785 to claim it” she said.

“I’ll be right down” said Alex.

He hung up the phone and told Jennifer that he had forgot his wallet on the beach and that he had to go down to the front desk and get it and that he would be back in a little while. Jennifer just rolled over and fell back asleep as Alex slipped out the door and went down to room 785. Alex knocked on the door and to his surprise Amy answered the door.

“You probably thought you would never see me again” she said with a grin on her face.

“Well I was hoping I would” said Alex.

“Come on in” she said.

“I found your wallet down on the beach and now you owe me a favor” she said.

“Anything” said Alex.

“Anything?” Amy repeated.

“Well if you hadn’t of found my wallet I would be in a big bind right now. So I am willing to repay you in any way that you would like.” he said.

“I want you to get me pregnant.” she said.

“Pregnant! But I’m married and have three kids and another on the way.” said Alex.

“Well then, I guess you know how to get the job done.” she said.

“You were a good fuck, and I really enjoyed fucking you but I don’t know.” said Alex.

“I already know your wife knows we fucked before.” she said.

“How do you know that?” he said.

“Because my husband fucked your wife.” she said.

“You mean the guy that fucked my wife was your husband?” said Çamlıdere Escort Bayan Alex.

“Oh so you know about that?” she said.

“Of course” said Alex. “I fucked him up the ass while he fucked my wife.”

“He has always been a sucker for a three-some.” she said.

“So, if your married, then why don’t you just have your husband get you pregnant” Alex said.

“Because his sperm are, shall I say, inactive” she said laughing.

“Oh” said Alex.

“I think I should ask my wife before I say that I will get you pregnant” said Alex.

Amy picked up the phone.

“Call her right now and have her come down here” she said.

Alex took the phone and dialed his room.

“Hello” said Jennifer.

“Hi baby. It’s me Alex. he said.

“Hi baby” she said. “Where are you?”

“I’m in room 785 and I need you to come down here with me.” he said.

“For what?” she said.

“Just come down and I will explain it all when you get here.” he said.

“Ok” she said.

And with that Jennifer pulled on some decent clothes and headed down to room 785. She knocked on the door and Alex looked through the peep whole to see that it was his wife at the door. He opened the door.

“Hi baby” he said giving Jennifer a kiss on the lips.

“Jennifer, this is Amy, the girl you saw me fucking on the beach.” he said.

“Well I’m glad that I finally get to meet my husbands sex slave” said Jennifer grinning.

“We kind of know one another already.” said Amy.

“How’s that?” said Jennifer.

“Well the guy who fucked you earlier is my husband.” said Amy.

“Oh” said Jennifer.

“Jenn, the reason that we had you come down here is because, Amy is the one that found my wallet on the beach, and now she would like me to repay the favor for her.” said Alex.

“Well there is nothing wrong with that” said Jennifer.

“Well there might be” he said.

“What’s that?” said Jennifer.

“She wants me to get her pregnant” he said.

“But I thought you were married?” Jennifer said to Amy.

“Inactive soldiers” said Amy laughing.

“Oh.” said Jennifer.

“Well, seeings how you have 4 kids already and another on the way I guess you already know how to get the job done” said Jennifer rubbing her pregnant belly.

“Four kids?” said Amy. “I thought you said you only had 3 kids and one on the way.”

“Well, he got my mom pregnant as well” said Jennifer.

“Wow!” said Amy.

“So I guess if you want to get pregnant, there is no one better then my husband” said Jennifer.

“So I’ll let Alex fuck you as many times as it takes for you to get pregnant, but on one condition.” said Jennifer.

“Name it” said Amy.

“That every time you get fucked by my husband. I get fucked by yours.” she said.

“That sounds fair enough” Amy said.

Alex’s cock was getting harder and harder by the second as he sat there and listened to what these two beautiful girls were talking about.

“Well I’ll leave you two be so you can get started” said Jennifer.

She kissed Alex on the lips and then whispered into Amy’s ear.

“He likes to get sucked” she said.

Amy and Jennifer both smiled and then Jennifer headed toward the door. Just then there was a noise at the door. Jennifer opened the door to see that it was Amy’s husband coming back. He looked a little shocked to see her coming out of his room.

“We’ll leave them be” said Jennifer.

“You’re coming with me” she said.

She grabbed him by the arm and drug him toward her room. As they walked Jennifer filled him in on all of the info that Alex, Amy, and her had talked about. He seemed to like the idea very much. As they continued to talk Jennifer found out that his name was Tony and that he and Amy were from Long Beach, CA, not far from where Jennifer and Alex were from.

They got back to the room and it didn’t take them long at all until they were down to business. Before Jennifer could get the door opened Tony had her shirt half way pulled up. Jennifer walked in the room with Tony following closely behind with both of his hands fondling her breasts. Jennifer turned around and put her arms around Tony’s neck and they kissed passionately. Tony’s hands never left her breasts as they kissed. He pushed her back toward the bed and as Jennifer landed on the bed Tony had her pants off and on the floor. He interrupted their kiss and started to kiss his way down her body. Stopping only to kiss, lick and hug her pregnant belly. He continued down her body and when he came to her panties he grabbed the top of her panties with his teeth and started to remove them. He put his hands under Jennifer’s butt and pulled the back of her panties down as he got her panties down to her ankles. Jennifer then kicked them off and onto the floor.

Tony then kissed his way back up her body not missing a single inch. He found his way back to her pregnant cunt. He slid his tongue into her cunt and starting working it good. He slid his tongue in and out Escort Çamlıdere and in and out sucking and licking all of her juices. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could get it as his nose touched her belly. He continued to work her cunt as Jennifer slammed her head onto the bed and closed her eyes and then grabbed his head and started to push and pull him to make him go faster. He let her work his head as he concentrated on pleasing her cunt. His tongue was working faster and faster as he could tell Jennifer was getting close. He started bobbing his head up and down with the motion of Jennifer’s hands. He was now curling his tongue up as if he was licking an ice cream cone. That made Jennifer crazy and that was all she could take. Her sweet juices started to flow faster and harder then ever before. Tony kept up the licking as he tried to lick up all of her juices. Jennifer lifted her head up off the bed to see what Tony was doing. He drove his tongue into her cunt one last time and that sent Jennifer off into yet another hard orgasm.

Meanwhile back in room 785…

Alex and Amy were sitting on the bed kissing as Alex fondled Amy’s breasts. He lifted her shirt up and over her head. He then reached around behind Amy and unbuttoned her black lacy bra and threw it to the floor. He laid Amy back down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He went right to work, kissing, sucking, and licking her breasts, first the right one and then the left one. Amy just laid her head on the pillow with her eyes closed as Alex worked her breasts over good. He then began working his way down her body. Sucking her tits, he moved down her chest, kissing every inch. Then he moved on to her belly where he stopped and kissed and licked imagining that his child was growing inside of her. He then continued down her body until he came to her pants, that were still intact. He quickly removed her pants and then her panties and went right to work on Amy’s wet pussy. He drove his tongue deep into her wet cunt. Before he could get to far, Amy stopped him. She pulled on his head and Alex looked up from what he was doing. She grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up closer to her. She lifted him out of his shirt and then quickly unbuttoned his pants and slid them off followed by his boxers letting his rock hard cock fly free. After he was stark naked, Amy turned around so that her head was now at the foot of the bed. Alex knew exactly what she was going to do, and now he knew what Jennifer had told her before. Alex was on his hands and knees and Amy drew him into her and he slammed his rock hard cock into her mouth and as she started to work on his cock, he went back to work on her went cunt. Amy’s mouth was nice and warm and Alex loved the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her wet, warm mouth.

“Oh Amy! Oh Baby!” he yelled.

“I want to get you pregnant! I want you to have my baby” he moaned.

Amy continued to work on his cock. She could feel his cock starting to swell and knew that she was about to get a very tasty treat. But just as he was about to cum Alex pulled his cock out of her mouth and quickly turned around. He then rammed his cock into Amy’s wet cunt and with just a matter of two thrusts he sent pulse after pulse of hot steamy white cum shooting deep into Amy’s fertile cunt. With his cock still rock hard he pulled out of her cunt and turned back around and they went back to work on one another. And in just a matter of a few seconds each of them had a hot orgasm, spilling loads of hot cum all over one another.

Alex pulled his cock out of Amy’s mouth and then Amy turned back around to the head of the bed and curled up next to Alex.

“You were great, Alex” she said.

“You were fantastic” he said.

“Today is my fertile day” she said.

“Well that’s good” he said.

“I hope that you get pregnant, and that you come and find me after you get pregnant” he said.

“I really love pregnant girls” he said. “And I really love to fuck girls that are pregnant”

“That sounds like a lot of fun” she said.

“Why do you think I keep getting Jennifer pregnant?” he said.

“I’m addicted to fucking pregnant girls” he said.

“When ever I see a pregnant girl, my cock gets rock hard and I want to fuck them right there and then” he said.

Amy could tell that Alex was very excited.

“Oh Alex! Baby! Fuck me now!” she said.

And with that Alex quickly got back on top of Amy and once again drove his rock hard cock into Amy’s wet fertile cunt. He drove his cock in and out of her cunt, dreaming that with each shot of cum, he would make her pregnant. Thinking about Amy being pregnant really excited Alex. It excited him so much that he prematurely shot off his load into Amy’s cunt. That didn’t matter to Amy though, because just as Alex started to shoot his load into her cunt, she too started to cum all over Alex’s cock. And that sent Alex off into yet another orgasm.

Alex, Jennifer, Amy and Tony continued on with their vacations relaxing and having fun on the nude beach and going to all of the attractions in the area. But since all good things must come to an end the day finally came when they had to make their way back home. Since they all lived so close together they would be flying into the same airport. They didn’t realize it but they had all flown in on the same plane and they were all flying home on the same plane as well.

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

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

pink version 002 12 March 2003

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She apologised and then said:

“Didn’t I see you at Ralph’s party?”

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

“Yes Stuart. We danced together once.”

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

“Do you like what you see, Stuart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your coat?” I spluttered.

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

I had to answer.

“It seems so unlike you. It is so …”

“So what, Stuart?”

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

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

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

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

“So you don’t like it?”

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

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

She fed the zip together and pulled one slider up.

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

She pulled the lower slider down to her knees.

“It has heavy duty press-studs.”

She closed the studs from breasts to knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lifted herself up again.

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

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

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

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

“I need two hands now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I heard her faintly through the padding of the hood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She gently lifted her skirt off my head.

“Stuart?” she asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

“Now you just lie there.”

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

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

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

That brought me up to the surface wide awake.

“What!” I cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

She let the hood drop back to the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

Her pink quilted coat changed my life for ever.

THE END

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hey all, a lot of you have asked where I was going to take this little space pirate adventure, so here’s a little more of it. If you like what I’m doing, please get in touch with me at the address on my contact page, and that goes double if you don’t like what I’m doing. Either way, let me know.

*****

Even though I did nod off a little through the night, I still managed to wake up with a start when he finally stirred away. He looked a little chagrined at my still-stained condition, but said nothing about it. I kept the gun trained on him as he stood up and uncerimoniously pissed into a nearby bush before finally tucking his floppy monster away.

“So how about it stud? You really wanna take me in to the law?”

He fretted, “I’ll never be able to work for Galactic Squad again I don’t. And they’ll promote me for sure if I bring you in. Hell, I might skip Seargant and make Captain. And there’d be money.”

I smirked. “Sounds like an easy decision to me.”

Then I peeled my shirt off, letting my gigantic tits sway free, cocking my head a little as I put my hands on my hips and tilted my pelvis to show off my curves to their maximum displayability.

“You’re right. It is,” he said. “When do we leave?”

***

We didn’t have much trouble with the Bailiff’s friends. Without activating his distress beacon, which had mysteriously been short-circuited by a torrent of semen the night before, they had no way to narrow our position down. We made it to the drop site at the crest of a large plateau just a few hours after waking up. I had found a good stream to rinse off in, and while I was a bit cold and wet by the time the ship landed, nipples protruding through my jumpsuit like they were making an escape attempt of their own, I was at least no longer covered in any beacon-destroying fluids.

My Dinghy is called The Moonshadow, and I was glad to see her again. It was a little craft made for tight engagements in the depths of space, difficult to land in atmosphere without truly skilled piloting and beautiful to behold. The Moonshadow had its guns and shields stripped out in favor of detection countermeasures, various reflectors and holographic projectors allowed it to blend beautifully in with surroundings visually, while RF-static generators created a signal that seemed like plausible interference from other forms of detection.

It was a crescent up front with the points facing the head of the ship, while elevated wings that were more cosmetic than anything sat at the rear not unlike the spoiler on an ancient car. The hull was a broad rectangle which I’d outfitted with comfortable chairs, a bed for longer trips and entertainment in the form of video and board games. Four could stay comfortably on The Moonshadow so long as someone was driving and at least two of the other three were basically fucking, which in the case of my crew, was pretty much a guarantee.

I walked ahead of the stud when the rear ramp descended to let us on; at this point I pretty much trusted him with my back to him and even if I didn’t, well, I was still holding his gun. Minerva was there to greet me with that shy, wide-eyed grin of hers.

Ahhh Minerva, greatest pilot in the galaxy. She was a mousy thing, with brown hair, brown eyes that she kept behind large thick-rimmed glasses, and a fit body outfitted with perky little tits that would clearly never sag. The poor thing was absolutely smitten with me. I’d saved her from a pair of marauders when she was barely a woman grown and she’d been in awe of me ever since. I don’t know if she was gay her whole life or if she just switched for me, but her service to me was absolute, slavish, and at times kind of wearing on the nerves.

“Oh captain, my captain!” she beamed as she snapped into a crisp salute. I don’t know where she picks these things up.

“Hey Mini, did you keep The Moonshadow warm for me?”

“Yes sir!” She dropped the salute and eyed the bailiff as he crept up behind me. “Oh wow, who’s the beefcake?”

I giggled, realizing that despite having consumed what might have been several quarts of this man’s cum, I didn’t have the first clue what his name was.

“Good question.” I turned to him. “Beefcake? Sound off, Mister!”

He cleared his throat, blushing a little at the sudden attention. Him and Minerva were gonna get along fine if they just shy’d at each other all day.

“Patrolman First Class Torrin Voss, at your service.” He returned her salute. I growled and stalked ahead, tossing his gun aside. Any funny business in here and I could have a containment field around him in nano-seconds, without air holes if the business was funny enough.

“Stop staring at his ludicrously overstuffed crotch and get us back to The Audacity, Mini,” I ordered. She never fucked any of my harem, even when I offered, but she was as impressionable as the next girl.

Minerva fired up the ship and soon we were on a swerving course back up into the atmosphere. The Moonshadow didn’t need giant rocket thrust to Ayaş Escort escape the planet’s atmosphere, but like most small craft had a supersonically vibrating hull that did the astonishing work of moving through the limits of gravity by shaking upwards in invisible fractions of distance.

It was an effective way of getting to space, but slow.

“We’ve got time to kill,” I announced. “Who wants to eat my pussy?”

“I’m flying the ship!” Minerva complained.

“I knoooww,” I said in a tone that was just dripping with bitch. I don’t know why I’m so mean to Minerva, there’s just something about her complete subservience that rubs me the wrong way.

I shed the jumpsuit and dumped it right into the matter stripper, letting the machine hum away as it broke the garment into component parts for use in matter construction later. I made myself comfortable in one of the beanbag chairs and spread my legs, and really my whole body out, letting Torrin drink in the sight of me. I won’t lie, I know I’m hot and if I’m supposed to have an ounce of modesty about it, the world can go fuck itself.

If I had hit the image I was going for right my platinum hair would be flared out framing my head like a halo against the purple leather texture of the chair, my lithe arms and legs splayed up and down respectively, my huge tits angled just to the left so their obscene profile was on full display, the smooth full lips of my cunt beckoning for attention.

Torrin dropped right to his hands and knees and crawled for me, tongue already lolling from his mouth like he was dying in a desert.

“That’s a good boy,” I mewed as stroked his hair, “show your respect for your new captain.”

What he clearly lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. His vigorous, full licks up and down my labia sent shivering shudders of pleasure that I felt down to my toes. He worked his tongue deep between them as well, making me give horny little whimpers as he experimented with sliding it in and out. He took minimal guidance to find my engorged clit, and I almost applauded as he began to swab his tongue up and down it.

The longer he worked away at it, the more I met his licks and laps with pelvic tilts and rough tugs of his tousled hair, allowing myself to grind my little button into his jaw with greater and greater pressure, gasping as the cream spilled from me and coated him tongue, lips and chin. He experimented more, using his lips to nibble my labia and clit with more force, sucking the later into his mouth and delicately testing it with his teeth.

That was when I squirted, spattering the rest of his face as I thrashed a bit, gasping for breath, sprinkling him with my sweet honey as he eagerly drank. I deftly wrapped my thighs around his shoulders and abruptly twisted, crudely slapping him to his back, head on the rim of the beanbag chair, then I slid down and mounted his face, dominantly grinding my pussy against his lips. He seemed surprised, but obliged me by licking sucking and biting at my cunt with just as much fervor as he had when he was the one on top.

His hands stroked and grabbed at my ass while he sucked away, lips smacking lewdly against lips, my appreciative moans only growing louder. I smirked at Minerva when shed’ glance back, looking at my hungrily, eyes drawn to my breasts, following the beads of sweat that dripped down them as I let gravity and my cunt really punish the poor policeman. Well, ex-policeman.

When I’d had enough, I slid down his body, letting my still pouring cunt sit on his coiled cock withing his pants, soaking them through so his gigantic bulge was all the more prominent, dropping my tits to his face, letting him feel rewarded by the massive weight of my bosom smearing my cream around his face, then I lowered further and gave him a magnificent full-mouthed kiss, tasting myself in every corner of his face.

He was mine now.

***

It was two hours later when the ship had finally reached the isolated part of space where The Audacity lay in wait for me. My eyes shone at the sight of her, loving every nook and cranny from the huge Space-Compactor engines at the rear, two arrowheads that would float independently from the rest of the ship when in use. She was beautiful. Next time I’d have to remember to delay my gratification and see if I could hit my biggest orgasm just as the ship came into view, that would be a double-dose for the senses.

Minerva aimed the Moonshadow for the waiting platform on the exterior of the hull, and with just as much skill as she displayed in getting in and out of orbit, alighted in the exact spot. Another bit of dead weight we made room for more stealth equipment by getting rid of was the docking computer; With Minerva at the helm we’d never need it. The moment we were clamped in place I gave her a playful spank.

“Another flawless landing, Mini.”

She flushed at my words and didn’t look right at me; she was probably a bit mad at my little indulgence on our way Escort Ayaş up, but she’d forgive me when she heard the rest of the story. Sucking that cock the night previous had made me so horny, I needed release badly, and she was in no position to give it to me.

Ah, Polyamory, that brave moment in the 21rst century when mankind looked to the monogamous relationships they’d enjoyed for so long, and said to itself, “You know what? This isn’t *complicated* enough.” and what was now the societal norm was born. It was rare to find couples that stayed couples anymore, though most relationships stayed a twosome for at least a few years. Then partners were gradually added, and while Minerva considered me to be her prime and most important relationship, I had never shown the same deference for her.

In fact, I had yet to find someone I would consider prime, and in the vanity that is my namesake, I suspect I’ll never find an individual who will strike me as being particularly worthy of that. But hey, I was still going to suck and fuck my way through the universe looking. What else is life for if not that?

Once locked into place, the ship sank in about halfway, the hull absorbing the Moonshadow into a sort of bump on the armored plating that covered the Audacity. It was time to introduce the new stud to the rest of the crew.

***

As we walked, I poked my head into the armory, where sure enough, I found Fiona oiling some of the munitions we’d seized over the years.

“Captain, you’re back.” She didn’t sound pleased or displeased, merely stating a fact. I could almost hear Torrin’s eyes crawling over her muscular frame. He was doing what all men inevitably did with her; compare themselves, and find themselves wanting. Fiona is all muscle that hit the gym and got got muscles of its own. She’s worked hard for it, and has also seen nanogenetic treatments that push the edges of her potential.

“Fiona, Torrin. Torrin, Fiona Rubanka. You need anyone’s ass kicked, you come to her. Oh, and don’t do anything that makes me want to kick your ass, because she’s the one I’m going to get to do it.”

“Got it,” he said, shaking gingerly, wincing a little as she crushed his hand in hers, bowing slightly to alleviate their height difference since she towered over him at seven feet. Her similarly enhanced J-cup breasts did their best to steal some attention from the muscles and height as his eyes found themselves level with the cleavage of her tank-top.

“So how big is it?” she asked, talking not to him, but to me.

“Haven’t measured yet girl, but I think he’s the new harem King.”

She looked appraisingly at his crotch and licked her lips. On a less intimidating woman this might have been alluring, but from her it seemed downright predatory.

“Back to your duties, bitch,” I commanded as I pulled him back into the corridor.

***

Our path took us by the engines, so I poked my head in. Nal wasn’t in a great place for introductions, her lithe body prone on a roller-dolly as she got beneath some component that makes my ship run or something. Torrin admired the curiously firm breasts that were visible through her bulky jumpsuit. They weren’t as big as mine, but slightly larger than Ms. Rubanka’s, and completely artificial. Nal’s whole body was.

“Hey Nal, don’t mind me, I’m just walking the new meat on board.”

“Understood, Captain.” Her voice was muffled by engine noise, but clear enough in that strange stereophonic voice of hers. She would show less interest in him than other crew members would. While she sometimes seemed to take enjoyment in taking what she dubbed “her least necessary organs” for a spin, she was generally more interested in making mechanical love to the Audacity than she was in fucking.

***

“What do you think I should feed this one?” Bianca was flying right up in his face when she asked the question. My cook was a mere 6 inches tall, and if her race did not command considerable Kinesthetic Telekinetic abilities, (the fancy way of saying she can mentally lift things she touches) there’s no way she’d be able to hang in a human kitchen. Hell, first pot she’d get trapped under she’d die.

She paused appraisingly at the notable bulge that traveled down one of his thighs, seeming to gauge her height against that of his monstrous member.

“I bet he eats a lot,” she marveled, and I got the sense she was no longer talking about Torrin as a whole. For her size, Bianca had a hot little body, all curves and membranous wings and hair. Her antanae were known to droop when she was tired or angry, but as excited as she was now, were sticking straight up.

“Just the regular amount I suppose, “he murmured. “What kind of food do you eat around here?”

“Whatever Captain big-tits here happens to get on board,” she shot back, rudely sitting atop my left breast.

“Yup, and you’ll both be damned thankful for it.” She didn’t see my hand sneaking alongside her, nor the position it was in, but she Ayaş Escort Bayan sure as hell gave a yelp when I FLICKED her off of me.

***

We ran into Sarah Ashworth as we followed yet another winding corridor. I made quick introductions while Torrin’s tongue tried to fall out of his mouth. I had to admit she was looking awfully fetching in her casual outfit, white blouse straining around those KK-cup breasts, black hair framing her small-featured face neatly, skirt playfully whipping around those lush hips.

“Captain, I’m glad you’re back. We need to talk about the accounts.”

I scowled. “I don’t see how there could be a problem, we’ve had almost a dozen successful missions in a row, haven’t we?”

“Yes, Captain, but, well, you keep bringing back men and toys and things. We haven’t absconded with any money in quite some time.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out.”

“And I’ll worry,” she shot back.

***

Finally we arrived on the bridge. The moment I’d set foot on the cold voice of the computer announced my presence, “Captain on the Bridge.”

Adrea stood up from my chair and turned, facing us with a slight bow.

“Welcome back, Nova,” she said. She had earned the right to not call me captain long ago and she seemed to take great pride in it.

She looked Torrin over a moment, and he her. I knew what was happening to him. His brain was being assaulted by the veritable flood of pheromones she emitted at all times, her species, the Eadi was the most evolved towards co-existence in all the known universe. Records suggested her kind had come about in a densely populated planet with hundreds of competing intelligent bipedal species, and as natural selection had played out over the centuries they were the only race left standing. Not because they were the smartest or the most skilled at violent conquest, but because all the others had so eagerly fucked their way through the Eadi Gene Pool that their traits were the only to stay dominant.

She was milk white in skin tone with pronounced veins of purple that carried her alien blood all over the lush body. Her bone-white hair was long and loose and fell clear to her waist. Her eyes were a striking indigo, almost glowing as they roamed approvingly over Torrin’s body. While her eyes roamed, his had found a more permanent home in the vast valley of cleavage created by her dress. The enormous milk jugs she called breasts were the closest to rivaling mine, firm LLL cups that to my great infuriation never sagged an inch. Even I wanted her most of the time.

Oh I wouldn’t call myself bisexual, I’m Pansexual, in that I will have sex with anything, up to and including actual pans.

A slow blush crept over Torrin’s face as his pants took on a curious shape, the obvious erection down one leg completely betraying his lust for my Liaisons Officer and second-in-command.

“Would you like me to take him to Uthra?” Adrea, asked.

“That won’t be necessary, I’m going to walk him there myself in a moment. You can hang onto command.”

Torrin followed me awkwardly to the rear of the bridge where I introduced him to our ship’s requisite green woman.

“And this delicate flower-“

“Shut up,” she said.

“Is Chrysanthia, but because that’s stupid long, we just all call her ‘Chrys’.”

“Hi, Chrys,” said Torrin.

“Shut up,” she said again, very clearly ignoring him as she peered into dual-lenses of a nanoscope.

“She’s telling us to shut up because she doesn’t like plant jokes despite shamelessly photosynthesising before you right now.”

“Shut up,” she said again. It wasn’t growing more urgent, just a casual, dismissive sort of noise I’d heard her make many times. Oh I’d get her to croon a different tune if and when I wanted her to, believe me on that.

He studies her a moment or two, enjoying her curves as he had the others, though understandably less impressed. Apart from the vermilion tint to her skin, she wasn’t really more notable than the other off-world curiosities he’d seen so far. Of course he didn’t know that she could gradually shape-shift to take whatever form she wanted, but he’d learn, specially when it was time for her to seek fertilization.

I took Torrin’s arm and led him with me. Minerva took her post at the ostentatious wooden steering-wheel of the Audacity. It was totally unnecessary of course, but I’d had it specially added. Ships should have wheels; it’s just that simple.

***

Finally, I walked him down the many flights of stairs (what can I say? All the technology to take us past the speed of light without dying and yet we cannot seem to get our elevators to go any faster than the time it takes us to climb. Go figure) to where his quarters would be. There was a hiss of air as the large double-doors slid away from one another, giving him his first view of large shared room of the harem.

He marveled at all the men, mostly tall, mostly muscular, all interesting to me or the other female crew members in some way or another, lounged or chatted in various huge pillows, couches, while others sprawled in large beds, reading. Some were garbed in no more than robes or tank-tops and shorts, while others had dressed up a bit more in uniforms for dates scheduled later that night.

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

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

“Man It’s only 5:30.”

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

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

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

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

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

“MMMmmmmMMMm, Time to greet my guests.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I awoke some time later, alone.

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fiona was excited – she was going to finally meet the guy she’d been chatting with on the net for months, and he’d promised that she’d have a great time.

For some time, she’d been having fantasies about a magazine she’d read, and this was going to be her opportunity to live them out for real – the excitement was building as she tried to guess what might happen.

Ever since the day she’d found that old copy of Splosh magazine, she’d been aroused by the idea of getting all messy in her clothes – and in particular by having them all filled up with food and similar gungy stuff. She had thought about just doing it by herself, but it felt too silly to do, and so she’d decided to wait until she met someone she could try it with. Today was the day!

She’d dressed sensibly – a brown cord skirt, blue top and some smart shoes; nothing too sexy, nothing too plain. She wasn’t really sure how well the clothes would survive the treatment they were about to get, but she had brought a spare outfit along in her bag, just in case.

As she neared the house, her excitement was building to a peak – sexual arousal was making her stomach turn flip-flops, and her breath was coming more quickly. As she pressed the doorbell, she wasn’t sure if she should turn and run, or just stand there and hope for the best – eventually she convinced herself to stay, she was so turned on she’d never forgive herself if she backed out.

The door opened and she saw the guy she was going to give up control to for the next few hours – he looked just like the photo he’d sent, but in the photo he’d not had a thick cream pie in his left hand! Before she could stop him he pulled his arm back and pushed the whole pie right in to her face, blinding her with cream…

As the topping and filling smeared over her face and began to drop onto her formerly clean top, she reached up and wiped her eyes, so she could see again. Looking down, she could see the dollops of pie clinging to her shirt, over her breasts Nallıhan Escort – as she stood there completely surprised, she felt it begin to soak through her top and her bra underneath, on to her skin.

He reached out and pulled her inside by the arm, closing the door behind her. She got her first look at the kitchen next to the front door…. Every available surface was covered in various types of messy food stuffs: custard, eggs, rice pudding, chocolate syrup, baked beans, she couldn’t take it all in.

The anger she’d felt at being pied on the front door evaporated in a wave of arousal as she realised that all her fantasies were about to come true – no matter what happened, she was going to be absolutely covered in the contents of that kitchen, there was too much of it to be a limited mess…

He took her overnight bag from her, put it safely in the living room and lead her straight back into the kitchen. She realised there was going to be no escape, no delaying the inevitable. Her stomach was in knots as he reached for a large carton of custard, ripped the top off and approached her… She held her breath as he reached out to pull her top away from her chest, and glanced down at her breasts encased in their lycra bra. She gasped as he moved the carton over the top of her chest and slowly, slowly started to pour….

The custard seemed to take forever to slide gently out of the carton, as he tipped it over her waiting chest. Eventually the first drips of cool yellow gunge began to slide out, and dropped onto her breasts and the lycra fabric of her bra, chilling her and bringing goose-bumps to her flesh. Her breath came in short gasps as the fulfilment of her fantasy began. Suddenly he squeezed the carton, squirting a jet of cold custard into her cleavage, where it pooled and began to trickle down between her heaving breasts across her tight belly.

He released the fabric of her top, and let it slap back against her messy chest, Nallıhan Escort Bayan but kept pouring the custard over her, so it soaked in from the outside too. Thick yellow trails of slime oozed over her bust and bright-coloured stains spread from inside as the custard worked it’s way through… It pooled around her waist, prevented from sliding into her skirt by the tight waistband.

Next he reached for a tin of beans.

She paused, wondering where they’d be going – and she didn’t have long to wait to find out. He lifted her skirt at the back, revealing her tight black knickers and she expected to feel the lumpy gooey beans cascade over her buttocks. She was surprised therefore when he spanked her once, not too hard but it was so unexpected that she squealed – and jumped slightly; Henry smiled as she thrust her messy chest out towards him. Next he pulled out the top of her panties, and gazed inside at her perfect ass. Telling her what a nice bottom she had, he upended the entire tin of beans into the back of her underwear in one go, missing with some which then trickled down her bare legs towards her shoes. Most of them went inside though, ran down the crack of her ass and quickly pooled against her pussy. Fiona moved her legs apart to allow them to slide against her, and let out a quiet moan of pleasure. The lumpy beans were caressing her like a million tiny fingers, and she loved how they popped as she moved around, splashing tiny puddles of tomato sauce against her flesh.

She had no idea what he had planned for her next, but wasn’t too surprised to see him reac into a bag and pull out a carton of eggs. She was surprised at how many there were though – first one dozen, then another full dozen were removed and placed on the counter in front of her. Henry opened both boxes and selected her first egg. He cracked it against a glass, and held the two halves in his hand – some of the contents began to drip slowly through his fingers as with Escort Nallıhan his other hand he pulled her custardy top open again. This time though, he decided not to simply mess up the outside of her bra.

This time, he reached in with his hand and pulled open the left cup of her yellow stained bra so he could see her naked breast, pulling quite hard to see the pink nipple so that the strap of the bra cut into her back slightly. Before she could complain, though, he dropped the contents of the egg into the gap he’d opened up, gently released the bra-cup to squeeze her boob against the messy egg, and let her top flop back into place to cover the lot. For a finale he wiped his eggy hand on her skirt, which had so far escaped untouched. Fiona was in heaven as the slippery mess oozed over her breast, and soaked into the already messy bra. Her nipples began to harden; partly because of the chill from the eggs, and partly with the pleasure of the sensation.

While Fiona enjoyed the feeling of the egg against her bare skin, Henry was busy at the counter top. Another egg was selected, cracked, and palmed – he pulled her top open again and pulled back the right cup this time. Just as Fiona braced herself for the cold slimy mess against her hard nipple, he dumped the entire contents over her head! She couldn’t help but let out a scream as the slimy gunge oozed down her gorgeous red hair, some of it dripping down across her face, dislodging some of the cream which hadn’t been cleaned off, but most of it slithering down the length of her hair and then across her butt, messing up her skirt at the back.

Fiona looked over at Henry, she thought she should be angry, she’d not wanted her hair messed up, but then she remembered how much he liked it – and she realised how much he was enjoying this experience. Almost as much as she was!

He took another three of the eggs, cracked them into a bowl, and poured the lot over the back of her head, she could feel her hair soaking up the slime as it slopped down her back, and she gave up caring – this was too intense an experience to leave to thought and worry, she would just submit to the pleasure and let him take control of her for the rest of the session.

And then he grabbed the chocolate syrup, and she realised it was far from over…

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