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When I was a young(er) man, I wanted to earn some extra cash by selling my sperm to a local sperm bank. I figured that the sperm of a blond, blue-eyed Viking would sell like hot cakes and find its way into countless wombs and eggs all over the world.

I went a couple of times to make a deposit. My college campus was in the old town as was the sperm bank, so I could easily visit it during the day. There was something extraordinarily delightful about masturbating between classes in the comforts of a clinic with coloured magazines and being paid to do so. I could think about the many young and beautiful freshman or sophomore girls in my classes or I could peruse through the already then retro magazines with big-boobed, hairy women receiving cocks in all openings. A nice change from the economics textbooks.

However, after a few times, the clinic told me that my sperm quality was subpar and suggested that I had it examined. So I did.

After having deposited a sperm sample and the prescribed blood tests at the central hospital, I got an appointment with a fertility doctor.

She was a nice-looking mature woman, twice my age, Swedish (not that unusual since I was living in Copenhagen at the time right across the narrow sound from Sweden), and completely no-nonsense business-like. She had flat shoes, a knee-long black skirt and rather tight blue sweater under the white lab coat with the mandatory pens and flashlights in her breast pocket and a stethoscope around her neck. She had loose, medium blonde hair with some grey in it. A very appealing face. She wore a dark red lipstick but otherwise very little make-up.

She greeted me, and we sat down on opposing sides of her desk. She leafed through some papers. She asked me the usual questions about drugs, sexual habits, disease history etc., and made notes as I answered. She smiled a lot. Then she went over the results from the tests. Sperm count, share of motile spermatozoa, STD markers. Everything checked out fine. Nothing to suggest anything problematic, although she emphasised that sperm banks might have higher standards than strictly necessary from a “normal” fertility perspective.

There was also a physical side to the examination, she then laughed. She drew the curtains albeit half-heartedly: you could still see (and be seen from) the other parts of the hospital across the street. Then she asked me to stand up and draw down my pants and boxers. She then rolled over to me on her office chair, realigned the desk lamp for better light. “I need to examine your testes for any possible irregularities”, she continued.

She put on latex gloves and immediately took hold of my balls one after the other. She felt. Thoroughly. She rolled each testicles between her fingers while absorbed in her own thoughts. My cock stirred. First invisibly from the outside, then noticeably. The cool office air and her fondling was exciting. So was the thought that someone looking out the window across the street could watch my comprehensive examination.

“It happens,” she said drily. “Since guys don’t go to the gyno like girls regularly do, someone else’s hands down here is usually sign of something sexual.” That did not exactly help. My cock was soon pointing out horizontally above her hands and towards her face. She moved the shaft around, routinely to get a good look at and feel Mamak Escort of the balls. She sure took her time. She seemed absolutely unconcerned with my growing hard-on, which made it extra titillating.

She rolled the chair back on her side of the desk. She made some notes and looked something up on her screen. She said nothing, and I was left standing with my pointy dick not sure what to do. When I was almost convinced, I should have dressed and taken my seat again, she rolled back towards me, removed her gloves and grabbed my balls again. My cock immediately jolted and resumed its rise, which had otherwise reversed somewhat in the absence of her hands.

“Hmm,” she continued. This time was also a really long fondling, and although I tried to think of something else, my cock now reached a slight upwards tilt. The foreskin retreated a bit, and a shiny dot of pre-cum appeared. She still seemed completely unfazed by the dick almost hitting her on the chin.

“Everything is fine,” she concluded and rolled back again. “But we still need the ultrasound.” She gave me a tissue, presumably for wiping of the pre-cum from the eye of my dick, but she did not give any instructions. I accidentally drew a line pre-cum before managing to wipe it all off.

When I was just about to draw back up my boxers and jeans, she commanded: “No, just step out of them and take a step back to the exam bed. That’d be much easier.” So I did, and sat back on the edge of the bed, my legs touching its cold metal legs. “One moment.” She left the room and immediately after returned with a nurse, pushing the portable ultrasound machine that looked like something from WWII.

The nurse was young and redheaded with large glasses. She looked directly at my cock but with the same unfazed look as the doctor. They must see this all the time, I thought. They were both now preoccupied with setting up the thing. It took a while, and meanwhile the door was open and people in the hallway could look into the room and catch a glimpse of my almost erect cock if they just peered a bit to the side of the room.

“Now,” the doctor said as the nurse left the room. “Let’s see.” First, she pressed a big dollop of gel into her left hand (still glove-less) and immediately massaged it into my balls. “I can’t feel a thing with those damn things on,” she smiled. The gel was cold, and my cock retracted a bit from its former glory. She turned on the monitor of the thing and poked around my balls with the transmitter or whatever it was called – a small flashlight-sized equipment connected to the machine with a curly wire like an old telephone cord.

She took her time again. She crouched and pushed my legs apart so she could edge closer, her face once more at level with my dick. The warmth returned to my scrotum and the gliding movement of the apparatus all over my balls began exciting me again. She also kind of balanced each ball with her other hand to hold them still while scanning them. My cock was pointing outwards again head peeking a bit out from its foreskin.

“Hm. This one is broke,” she said, and I immediately feared for my health. “I mean, not the testicle,” she laughed, “but this piece of crap,” she said and pointed to the ultrasound equipment across her shoulder with her thumb. “Let me find the other one.” Again, I was left standing Mamak Escort Bayan bottomless with half an erection for countless strangers to spot from across the street as well as from the open door to the hallway. I couldn’t help myself, and my cock was now extending farther into the room, angle unchanged from horizontal, but visibly fatter and the head more exposed and again building up a large drop of pre-cum.

The doctor returned with the redhead and a new machine, just as a drop of pre-cum went slowly for the floor in a long thin string from the tip of my cock. The nurse saw it, paused ever so slightly and smiled at it. “Don’t worry – happens all the time.” The embarrassment did not slow down the excitement, on the contrary, so my cock wobbled a bit and pointed a bit more upwards, foreskin retracting ever so slowly. I was afraid to move or cover it for fear of it getting worse. The nurse and doctor ignored it while rigging up the new machine.

“May I?” said the redhead when they were ready. She sat down as the doctor had done just before, pushing my legs apart. The doctor leaned in over her from behind studying, not the monitor, but my cock and balls and the hands of the redhead moving, fondling, and massaging around the gel. This pushed the nurse a little closer to my crotch and I could feel her breath on my gelled-up balls.

My cock was now in full erection. Pointing towards the ceiling and foreskin completely retracted. The head moist with pre-cum. It felt like, but I couldn’t tell for sure, as if the nurse kept tugging downwards in my ball sack in a way meant to keep up my erection. Whether she meant to or not, it worked. I was now rock hard and the two medics were acting as nothing was unusual. “If you want my opinion,” the nurse said to the doctor. “His hair is in the way. This thing is hopeless if there’s no direct contact with the testes.”

Then as if by silent agreement, the nurse left and returned with a bowl of soapy water, scissors and a razor. “Here we go,” she said as she resumed the position between my legs. “I’m afraid it’s necessary, but this’ll only take a minute, love,” she told me as she padded my shaft still pointing upwards. And then she very quickly and expertly removed all traces of my pubic hair, first rinsing out the gel, then cutting off lumps of hair with the scissors and finally shaving every stump and stubble with the razor.

I didn’t have the time to protest, and I was anyway too stunned. I noticed she also shaved the shaft, even though they only needed to ultrasound my balls. “If you permit,” she said, as she spread apart my ass cheeks to remove every trace of hair there as well.

The nurse padded my crotch dry with a towel, and my cock and balls were now completely pink and exposed. If I was erect before, I felt even harder and more excited than before (and ever). “Well, now mister,” the doctor said squeezing the base of my cock gently with two fingers, “this is a professional place.” She laughed and resumed the ultrasound. This time the nurse was watching from behind the doctor. As the doctor massaged a new dollop of gel onto my balls, she also moved her grip up my shaft to gel it up as well, and her pinkie managed to push some of the lubricant in the direction of my anus.

Then she resumed the criss-crossing of my balls with the transmitter Escort Mamak and after a while declared, “Everything is fine.” She took a piece of tissue and slowly wiped off the gel. My cock was still very much erect and leaking pre-cum from the tip, so she also wiped this away drawing long threads in the process.

“Did you notice how much sperm was in there,” the nurse declared in astonishment and pointed to the numerous stills captured on the monitor. “I don’t believe, I’ve ever seen this much. It seems like the guys at the sperm bank are throwing away gold here!”

“True,” the doctor smiled, “So much semen. I guess this is the reason he liked so much the attention.” She looked up at me and took my shaft in her bare hand from below. She looked me in the eyes as she began stroking my pink and swollen cock up and down in very slow mechanical movements. “Listen, we can’t let you leave in this state. Besides, we’re dying to see just how much we can get out of these two,” she said and gently caressed my balls, which I too suddenly felt were filled to the brim with cum. I was shocked, but my cock was dripping threads of pre-cum with every slow and excruciating stroke.

The nurse locked the door, briefly leaned against it and removed her thin panties and walked back. Then she bent over and tied my left ankle to the leg of the exam bed. Firmly. The doctor stood up – without interrupting the slow machine-like stroking of my pink and newly shaved cock shaft now lubed up with the steady, almost pulsing flow of pre-cum now also dripping from my balls and moistening my anus. The doctor too removed her panties with her left hand and gave them to the nurse. Now the nurse bent over again and tied my right ankle to the other leg of the bed. Quite firmly again. I was not sure whether this was real or not, but who cared. This was Heaven.

The stroking went on forever, it seemed. The nurse and doctor took turns building me all the way up to near climax and then slowing, changing hands or simply squeezing somewhere to keep back the explosion. I almost lost consciousness once or twice as this went on and on and on. Sometimes when one was doing the stroking, the other would cup or caress my balls or once or twice insert a very gently probing pinkie finger into my anus. They both looked so hungry, but never did more than caress me with their hands. Many times they teased me by looking as if they were about to take the entire length of my pink cock between their lips and suck me completely dry.

Finally, it happened. After a series of cut-off orgasms closer and closer together, the doctor – in charge of the stroking at this point – just kept going. It was, as if I myself was now the one holding back – my legs pulling against the tight knots of the string panties tied firmly around my ankles. And, my orgasm muscle resisting, resisting, resisting until I finally exploded. The doctor held tightly at the base of my throbbing cock and aimed my pulsing and glowing dick head out into the room, and I came, came and came. I remember it as rope after rope of sticky cum hitting the floor, the office chairs, my own jeans and boxers lying there and even the flimsy curtains. I blacked out. Felt so emptied.

The two medics then quietly cleaned up me and the room, untied my ankles and helped me into my pants – supporting me as I could barely stand for a long time. Everything was as in a dream. When I was back out in the street I slowly came back to myself as I staggered along the facade and wondered whether this had happened at all. But in the pocket of my jeans I found two pair of string panties with a lovely smell of wet pussy.

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The thump of my heart in my ears almost drowns out the slow, seductive music that is snaking its way through your apartment. I stand up straight, as I was told to, stark naked with my hands by my sides. I feel excruciatingly self-conscious, standing to attention in the middle of the room as you and your friend sip wine and converse in a low whisper. I stand facing you, separated from the soft, velour-upholstered sofa that you both sit in by a low table. In the middle of the table is a shopping bag from what looks like an expensive boutique, but not one that I’m familiar with.

This is all there has been so far: I arrived at your place about an hour ago, and was surprised to find your friend here, an attractive, stylish, composed woman with short blonde hair. You never introduced her, but simply led me to the living room where we are now and instructed me to strip for her. After a moment’s hesitation and a sharp look from you, I obeyed, as she looked me up and down with a slight smirk. And that was it. You got wine and the pair of you chatted on the sofa while I stood, my cock still soft but my whole body trembling.

“Well,” you say, suddenly raising your voice so I can hear, “let’s get started.” You lean forwards, putting your wine on the table and pick up the shopping bag. Reaching inside you bring out a handful of what looks like fabric. In the low light of the apartment I can make out a mixture of colours – pink, black, blue, yellow and more. I don’t know what I’m looking at until you start separating the bundle out and laying them carefully on the table.

Panties. You lay out in neat rows what must be about a dozen pairs of women’s panties. My heart starts to pump faster as I look at them. There are all manner of styles there, from super-plain white cotton panties, to lurid thongs. Your friend leans forward for a closer look as you finish laying them out and put the bag on the floor. “So,” you smile at her, “which ones first?”

“Oh, I think we should get started with something simple. The white ones.” She indicates the simple white cotton briefs, and you look up at me with a commanding smile.

“You heard the lady, put the white panties on.” I knew it was coming of course, but still I shudder with the confirmation of what’s going on. I’m to put on a little fashion show for you, I’m the entertainment for your friend tonight. I bite my lip, take control of myself and reach down for the white panties.

They’re soft, and the largest underwear on the table. Even so, just as I thought these aren’t designed for men – they’re women’s panties and they’re tight as I pull them up my thighs. They’re extremely plain, not even a trim, and the cotton elastic bites into me a little. You must have gotten the largest size for them to fit me at all, but they’re still a little small for my frame. And of course, the biggest problem arrives when I pull them up to my waist and into position. There’s no space in this design for the extra package that I’m carrying, my (still soft) cock and balls have to be carefully squeezed into the white cotton panties, and bulge at the front obscenely. Stretching the front of the panties of course means that the back cuts into my ass cheeks even tighter. The curls of my pubic hair aren’t covered at all, but I manage to hide my genitals.

“Very good,” you purr, “That’s the idea. No matter what I want that cock of yours covered up by the panties. And if it gets uncomfortable, well then that’s your own fault for being such a slut.” Your friend giggles. “You’re such a slut that you deserve to wear sexy lingerie, and that cock you’re carrying around is just a problem you’re going to have to deal with.” I feel my skin start to prickle, my body getting hotter. My prick is still soft though, and still fits into the white cotton panties – just. “What do you think?” you ask your friend.

“He looks so pure and innocent in those,” she muses, “that doesn’t seem like a good fit at all. How about the blue ones?” She points to a powder blue pair, still simple but a little more sexily cut, and with a thin floral lace trim around Kızılcahamam Escort the thighs.

“Put those on,” you order, and of course I obey. This time the lace trim makes the panties cut into my thighs more, and the front dips down a little more too. It means I have to tuck and squeeze more to cover my member, but again I just about get it covered. “Turn around,” you order, and when I do your friend laughs.

“I love how it bites into his ass like that, it’s so hot.” When I face you again she catches my eye. “Hey,” she runs a finger around the rim of her wine glass idly, “you’re a pretty sexy slut.” I feel my face flush with humiliation and look down at the table, only to see rows of further humiliation to come.

The fashion show continues, and somehow I stay in control even though my heart seems fit to beat right out of my chest. There are ruffle-butt boy shorts, some side-tie blue and yellow bikini briefs for the beach, and I somehow manage to stay unaroused as you make me twirl and peruse me. I somehow manage to hide my manhood each time. But when you bring out the second bottle of wine, the tide turns against me.

“Ok, no more messing around,” you say, and pick up a neon pink mesh thong. You throw it to me and I catch it, heart in my throat. “Time to get slutty.”

These panties really are scandalous – just neon pink and virtually transparent – the mesh is almost see-through. I pull them up and the back of the thong slips between my ass cheeks. At the front my prick is barely contained. I have to turn it to the side, pressing it along my body so it can stay within the bright pink mesh. And as I’m doing that I get a sinking feeling as the bulk of me starts to grow, my prick starting to plump up.

“Oh, now that’s fucking slutty,” your friend giggles. “I like how you can just see his cock so clearly through the fabric.”

“Yeah, and the bright pink is really him, right?”

“Oh yeah, this is totally club whore style.”

“Oh my God! That’s exactly what it is! You can just see him in these dancing like a real cock-tease can’t you? And then sucking…”

“Oh,” she interrupts you, raising her glass, “Uh, is he getting bigger?” Your eyes open wide in delight.

“Oh my God he is. You know,” you look up at me, “if that thing gets bigger, it’s going to be harder to try on panties.”

“I can’t…” I gasp, maybe the first thing I’ve said in an hour. And it’s true. I can’t control it now. The situation, the panties, you two sitting there and being so powerful, so sexy. I can’t turn my brain off now and I can’t slow down the speed at which my prick is getting hard in these neon mesh panties. My cock is past plump and on its way to hard and is starting to press at the pink mesh cage, trying to get straight.

“We’re not finished,” you whisper, and I focus just in time to catch the next pair of panties you toss to me. As I slide the pink mesh thong down, my cock, hardening all the time, springs up. Your friend gasps. This is going to be impossible.

The next pair are the essence of stereotypical femininity. A pale pink thong made of lace and satin, little ruffles of lace at the hips attached to the thin bands of the thighs, and some pearls stitched into the front as decoration. My cock is hard, pointing up, you’re both leaning forward eagerly. It seems impossible but I have to obey. I pull the hyper-feminine thong up my legs, realising just how tiny the front panel of satin and lace is, and when it’s in position – the now familiar feeling of a thong back slipping between my ass cheeks and the hip straps cutting into me – it’s clear that it’s impossible. The panties cup my balls perfectly, leaving my shaft jutting up out of them. A thick cock rising perfectly from the girly pink of the panties.

“Ok, that’s not good enough,” you say.

“You have to admit it’s hot as hell though,” your friend sighs, her fingers tracing idly around the side of her neck. “He’s such a girly little cock-slave.”

“If you can’t keep that slutty cock under control, at least you can cover Kızılcahamam Escort Bayan the head,” you order. I look down at myself, almost completely hard, my cock jutting up far above the panties – how? How can I stretch these panties up to cover the head of my cock? There’s little give in the elastic. “Hurry up.” I do my best, I reach back and slip the back of the panties down so they’re not so much on my waist as cutting into my ass now, and that lets me pull the girly pink satin and lace forwards and up. I bend my cock, stretch the panties and somehow manage to cover my bulging cock head with the front of the thong. I look ridiculous though, the thong now pressed between my balls, which are totally exposed, and most of the fabric stretching up my throbbing shaft to where I can barely hook it over the tip of my rigid prick. And the feeling, the roughness of the lace parts of the panties against my cock head is turning me on even more. I shudder. You laugh.

“Well, done! I can’t believe you did it.” You get up from the sofa and move around to one side of me to get a profile view of how my rock hard prick is being bent slightly and forced into the panties. Your friend goes around to the other side. “I think,” you whisper, leaning a little closer, “That the girlier the panties, the harder you get. Is that right?” I don’t answer, just swallow. “Next time we’ll get more pink ones, okay?” You pick up another pair and hand them to me. “These next.”

I gasp as I slip the pink satin thong down, and my cock bucks and jumps free. My cock head is shining with precum now, and pleasure is starting to creep through my brain. These ones are black, and made of some kind of finer synthetic material – not unlike a sheer, smooth mesh. The back is not a thong but it would barely cover a pert female ass, let alone mine. The front is just as small, a little patch of semi-transparent black synthetic fabric with a design embroidered on it. A small pair of red cherries is stitched into the front.

I swallow, feeling you watch me and feeling your friend’s eyes on my cock. Then I step into them.

They’re too small. Again my balls are cupped by the smooth cool material, but I can’t stretch them up high enough. The fabric is stretchier though, but it just doesn’t reach, even if I slip the back down a bit. “I can’t,” I gasp again.

“We bought you all these beautiful panties, and you can’t even wear them properly?” You arch an eyebrow. I try to demonstrate.

“These ones are just too small.”

“I think he’s just not trying hard enough,” your friend suddenly speaks up. “Perhaps we should show him this one time?” There are a few seconds silence while you seem to think this over.

“Well, okay then, just this once.” My heart seems to skip a beat. “Put your hands down.”

I obey and stand there, cock jutting up, sexy little black panties cradling my balls as the two of you approach me from either side. I feel you tug the back of the panties down even more, so that they’re under my ass cheeks, and I look down to see her fingers take the waist band of the panties, and pull it up my cock. I see the cherry embroidery, and realise that with the way you’ve pulled the panties down even further, she will actually be able to cover my gleaming cock head in the sheer black fabric. Without even touching my prick she pulls the panties so that they’re cutting almost painfully into the top of my thighs at the back, and then hooks the elasticated waistband over the head of my throbbing manhood. And when she does it, the sensation – the sheer fabric with just a little texture to it dragging over the slick, sensitive tip of my dick – is almost unbearable. I can’t stop the groan of pleasure that escapes my lips.

“Oh my,” you whisper in my ear, closer than I had expected, “Are you that turned on?”

“I just want to make these are nice and neat,” your friend is saying, a teasing playfulness in her voice. “He’s kind of making a mess already…”

“Did you just get super, super hard just from wearing panties?” you continue Escort Kızılcahamam to taunt me as I feel your friend tug the fabric of the panties, pulling it slowly, the friction making my knees shake as I fight for control.

“I think I can get it so these cute little cherries are right on the tip of his cock.”

“Does it feel good wearing panties? Oh my God, could you cum just from wearing panties?” I can feel her tugging at the waistband, working that sheer fabric back and forth against my twitching, aching prick, I feel the slightly rougher stitches of the cherry design as they pass back and forth over my bulging head. I’m helpless, and it’s obvious that she has no intention of setting the panties in place. I know what she’s doing but I can’t do a damn thing to stop her, and all the while your seductive whisper is fucking with my mind. “You’re not such a whore that just wearing panties would turn you on so much that you’d cum, are you? That would make you such a fucking nympho, you know that?”

“I want to get these just right, but he keeps twitching and moving.” I feel the pleasure start to build, my legs are tingling and for a moment I forget where I am.

“You’re going to cum aren’t you? You’re going to cum in your panties because you’ve got no self control at all.”

“Ah!” I cry out, but manage to hold on somehow, as your friend just keeps sliding the tight front of the panties, stretched over my head, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Still, neither of you have touched my cock. I feel like I might collapse.

“It’s okay, in a way I’m just so happy you like them so much. So why don’t you let go?” you whisper, and I feel your lips brush my earlobe as you say the final sentence. “Cum in your panties…” There’s a pause, a moment, a hearbeat, and then, “Bitch.”

And I cry out again, my hips shaking and jerking as my cock jumps and bucks and spurt after spurt of my thick cum erupts into the sheer black fabric of the panties. It oozes through, but I look down to see the white cum has mostly been contained, just a creamy wet mess staining the panties and the cherry design. Your friend let go of the panties as soon as I came, and she steps back now, a broad smile on her lips.

“Oh. My. God.” She looks at you. “What a fucking nympho.”

“I know, right?”

“He just came while trying on panties, that is too funny.” My cheeks are scarlet as I fight to catch my breath. My cock still hard, my sticky cum oozing a little more through the sheer fabric of the panties. Not just from trying on panties, from that fucking teasing panty-job she gave me, I think, but I don’t say anything.

“Well,” you turn to me, “even if that did end with you making a mess, it was fun. Thanks for… coming. You can get dressed now, and go home. Oh, but… keep those fucking dirty panties on until you get home like a good girl, okay?” I nod, mutely.

As I dress, you confer with your friend, and seem to be writing something down. When I’m ready you step towards me, holding out the shopping bag that all the panties came out of. I look inside as you start speaking. I can see the satin and lace girly pink panties, the electric pink mesh thong, some red lace panties that I hadn’t looked at properly, something that looks like black silk and something white with pink and blue embroidery and ribbons. “Here you go, it’s your underwear for next week!” You grin, innocence personified. “There’s a list on a piece of paper which panties to wear on which day, and we want you to wear them all day at work.” My heart skips again, shocked at the thought of wearing some of this lingerie all day long at work. “And of course we’ll be checking! I want you to come to my desk in the morning and in the afternoon every day, pull down that zipper and show me that you’re wearing these lovely sexy panties that we spent so long picking out for you. And then after work, you can go and show her.”

Your friend hands me a business card. She works for a company a few streets away, it looks like. “I work late most days, so just come to my office after you finish, ask for me at reception and they’ll send you up. I have my own office too, so it’ll be much easier to show me.” I stare at you both dumbfounded. I think about the trip home tonight with my cock still wrapped in sheer, cum-stained fabric and about what you might make me do next week. This is going to be torture. Exquisite torture.

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3rd of May, 20XX, 21:53

Today the air was thick with humidity to an insane degree. I came here to this desolate village through some old stone stairs along a cliff path away from L. town. The thick roots constricting the sides of my path did not help a feeling of claustrophobia brought about by the swampy air. I always imagined that this part of Asia would have been more rocky, but it seems I was misled.

I’ve come here because yesterday, while working at the hospital of L. town, I received a call requesting my help for a very peculiar matter: a young woman named R. of a nearby village seemed to be experiencing extremely rapid growth. Her mother is the one that lodged the call. The initial report was hard to believe. It seemed the daughter had grown around 20cm ( ~7.8″) taller in the span of a single day, and more every hour.

The townspeople where quick to welcome me upon my arrival, and hastily I met with the concerned family.

When I entered the house, the smell of dirt, typical of mold, assaulted my nostrils. R. was laying on a wooden bench overflowing with comfy looking fabric, propped up against the wall. Her long legs resting down in front of her, seemingly going on forever. She looked to be in her early twenties. Her well maintained silky hair spread down covering the seat and continued to overflow almost all the way to the floor in an imposing mass. The night gown she wore was obviously too small for her, while her legs and feet were kept bare. She seemed excessively skinny.

I’ve always taken pride in my professionalism when it came to examining patients, but even I would admit that she awoke emotions I usually detach from in such situations. Her beauty was striking. The angles of her face were well pronounced, her elongated look giving her a sense of elegance, despite her somewhat emaciated form. This was mostly apparent when looking at the thinness of her legs and the pronounced veins on her feet and forearms, hinting at a very low percentage of body fat.

But I am puzzled: yesterday’s report claimed she would be around 170cm tall, yet she definitely was taller than me right now. Much more than 180cm. I asked her to get up, so that I could start measurements.

Noted measurements of patient R. -third of May, 21:14-

Height: 196.52cm ( ~6’6″)

Foot Length: 34cm ( ~13.4″)

Hand Span: 24.5cm ( ~9.65″)

4th of May, 20XX, 11:21

Today, I sent a courier from the town. The measurements I just took are confounding. I do not understand what I’m witnessing. When R. woke up this morning, I could not believe my eyes. Her nightgown looked like a small shirt on her and her head had to stay bent in order to protect herself from hitting it on the ceiling. She was extremely imposing. I took some measurements as she woke up. They are as follows:

Noted measurements of patient R. -fourth of May, 8:21-

Height: 222.51cm ( ~7’4″)

Foot Length: 38.5cm ( ~15.15″)

Hand Span: 27.74cm ( ~10.90″)

Following this, I also added some blood samples which I sent to Dr. V. from L. town by courier, as mentioned previously. Hopefully the results will shed some light on the ordeal of R. I spent my time before lunch questioning the village, but found nothing of value that would help her case. I elected to do some more measurements a few minutes ago, as I noticed R. Couldn’t even wear any of her clothes anymore.

Noted measurements of patient R. -fourth of May, 11:12-

Height: 242.41cm ( ~8′)

Foot Length: 41.94cm ( ~16.5″)

Hand Span: 30.22 ( ~11.9″)

I’ve decided to calculate her growth per hour, but this is an approximation which, for some reason, I feel might be a bit erroneous. I will see if I can expound on this further tomorrow. In any case, here’s what I’ve found:

Estimated growth per hour of patient R. -third of May, 21:14 to 8:21- : 2.36cm ( ~1″)

Estimated growth per hour of patient R. -fourth of May, 8:21 to 11:12- : 6.63cm ( ~2.6″)

I will see what I can measure today and do a summary tomorrow.

5th of May, 20XX, 23:12

If yesterday felt like we were going downhill in a vehicle while the driver applied the breaks, today it like we simply pressing any pedals. The psyche of Patient R. seems somewhat affected by her symptoms. This Keçiören Escort morning me and her mother realized she could not leave the house anymore, as she has simply become too big for the door and now resorted to crawling around in order to get by. It seemed that hour after hour that we delayed action, trying to figure out what to do, the problem became worse. Her growth now at speed incomprehensible with yesterday. Around noon, I noticed a few more differences in the patient’s physiognomy, and with her permission I tried examining her more in depth. It seems that the area around her reproductive system had become somewhat inflamed, or gave the impression. Despite an unusually hirsute pubic area, which would normally hide absolutely everything, her outer labia seemed to be pushing out from all sides, crowned by an unusually fat clitoris. The patient did not show any sign of discomfort when I applied pressure to check for any form of pain.

For the past few hours, R. has been sitting down in a small corner, watching me as I write these pages. Her legs, ever longer, with feet the size of my torso, only seem to be getting closer to me. Hopefully I can have one last good rest in this house: it seems that very soon R. will have to exit this place with force. She must, by far, be the tallest human ever measured on this planet.

Noted measurements of patient R. -firth of May, 21:40-

Height: 3.97m ( ~13′)

Foot Length: 68.70cm ( ~27″)

Hand Span: 49.50cm ( ~19.5″)

Estimated growth per hour of patient R. -fifth of May, 13:01 to 21:40- : 9.02cm ( ~3.5″)

6th of May, 20XX, 12:29

Chaos today. I have very little time to write. As I predicted yesterday, today R. has simply pushed her way out of the house. I barely come up to her knees. The inflammation I noticed around her genital area has only gotten more pronounced and seemed to be causing intense bouts of libido. Me and her mother tried in vain to contain her wants, but she has now taken to using the few other young men of the village. She is currently… busy with another. So far, none have been hurt, but her current size could very well endanger someone if she is not careful. I’m writing down her latest estimated measurements, due to not having free way to measure her.

Noted measurements of patient R. -sixth of May, 12:20-

Height: ~6.7m ( ~22′)

Foot Length: ~115cm ( ~45.5″)

Hand Span: ~80cm ( ~33″)

7th of May, 20XX, 19:30

I’m spent. Most of the others except a few infatuated men and women have stayed in the village. The rest have fled. Today I received news from the samples sent earlier, but it feels far too late. They’ve discovered that not only were the lymphocytes inside the blood still alive despite being cut off from the source, and thus lacking oxygen, but they even reproduced and multiplied on their own at an unprecedented rate. The lab told me they had to burn everything in order to prevent a breach of containment. It seems they had to resort to absolutely extreme heat to even harm something as simple as blood cells. My partners expressed incomprehension and I understood all too well. I’m writing this right now while sitting outside, my back resting against her calves, which by now are taller than me with just their diameter. R. is now monstrously tall. Every few minutes I have to actually move a bit as her warm skin pushes me forward. She is asleep, which I was not sure would happen again: the past two nights she had been awake and supremely fired up. It seems she is slowly shedding her basic human needs away, except the need for some sort of reproduction.

Patient R. has, I must admit, spent the last two days trying to copulate in vain with everything in the village. Her genitalia is incredibly inflated without showing signs of roughness, redness or over use. It is simply, like the rest of her, bigger. Earlier I was able to take some cursory measurements by placing myself farther and, with a bit of trigonometry, deduce measurements that are as close to her real ones. Several measurements will of course eventually erase whatever margin of error that might have appeared. I took the liberty of detailing my chart a bit more while she’s asleep, and hopefully I can keep those up. I will try and see if I can Keçiören Escort Bayan ask for R’s cooperation tomorrow for proper, exhaustive tests. I will admit: I do not really know what to do now, but doing what I do best is calming. There is one more thing: I’ve made a quick graph earlier on another note, that I will attach. The summary is simply that her rate of growth seems to be exponential. I fear the next few days.

Noted measurements of patient R. -seventh of May, 18:35-

Height: ~19.6m ( ~64′)

Foot Length: ~339cm ( ~11′”)

Big Toe Length: ~77cm ( ~2’6″)

Hand Span: ~244cm ( ~8′)

Index Length: ~109cm ( ~3’6″)

Clitoris Diameter: ~19cm ( ~7″)

8th of May, 20XX, 8:10

I’ve been awake for two hours. R. woke me up suddenly by picking me up. I was able to hold on to one of her digits, but could barely grasp the half of its circumference, I’m unsure if I should even log what happened, but I feel that what I saw, with my own eyes is something no one else experienced before. R. is calling for me again. Her voice is deafeningly loud, with a deep rumbling tone to it that indicates how large her vocal cords must be. It’s the voice I could still hear when she pushed me inside her. Thick, fleshy red walls that compressed me as her finger pushed my feet. What would probably have been simple lubricant at a normal size felt like small waves washing over me. She expelled me back out with contractions after several minutes, and I dropped on her soft palm. R. finished herself with her other hand while fixing me. All around was sweat, grime, some fallen hair that looked like thin branches on her palm, and her nether region looked like a jungle canopy. When she put me down, I noticed her ankle now stood above me.

I want to experience more of her. I feel inexplicably drawn to what ever presence she seems to generate. The heat from her body is enough to warm the area. She just left her sitting spot and is heading to grab another of the few men left here. He’s waving at her with his arms to indicate his willingness…

8th of May, 20XX, 21:00

Zhang Ran is still wide awake. I will quickly log the daily measurements I’ve taken here. After that, I will ask her to bring me with her. I’m purposely breaching the agreed anonymity: the world will very soon know her well. Ran told us she plans on moving to other villages, towns and cities, that she can barely contain herself here, that we are not enough for her any more. While simply standing around and telling us her thoughts, she did not even notice how her left foot simply grew through the walls of a nearby home, and in the span of a few minutes completely obliterated it. In any case: I told her I wanted to keep following for as long as I could. I have a few minutes, so I will quickly write down my notes, as I’ve mentioned, and will try to describe what is to come as best as I can when the time comes.

Noted measurements of patient R. -eight of May, 09:27-

Height: ~31m ( ~102′)

Foot Length: ~5.5m ( ~17’6″)

Big toe Length: ~1.2m ( ~4″)

Hand Span: ~4m ( ~13′)

Index Length: ~1.7m ( ~5’9″)

Clitoris Diameter: ~30cm ( ~1′)

Noted measurements of patient R. -eight of May, 20:44-

Height: ~40m ( ~130′)

Foot Length: ~6.9m ( ~22’6″)

Big toe Length: ~1.5m ( ~5′)

Hand Span: ~5m ( ~16′)

Index Length: ~2.2m ( ~16’3″)

Clitoris Diameter: 39cm ( ~1’3″)

Estimated growth per hour of patient Ran -eight of May, 09:27 to 20:44- : ~141cm ( ~4’6″)

Estimated growth per minute of patient Ran -eight of May, 09:27 to 20:44- : ~23.5cm ( ~9″)

Estimated growth per second of patient Ran -eight of May, 09:27 to 20:44- : ~4cm ( ~1.5″)

9th of May, 20XX, 12:50

I’m on my way to the provincial capital. Yesterday, Ran told me she would stop for a while at the town of L, and to continue to the capital myself. She wanted me to witness her coming and to have fun at the inhabitants expense. Her finger pressed my back, and she lowered, giving me a kiss. For a split second, I was completely surrounded by the soft, darker tissue of her mouth. I embraced her. She told me farewell, that we would probably never meet in person again. I shudder while remembering, Escort Keçiören and I look at all these passengers riding on the bus with me, oblivious to the Goddess that is about to make herself known to the world.

12th of May, 20XX, 11:01

It’s been four days since last I saw Ran. I am standing alone in the city park. I can already feel the tremors. People around me are looking bewildered, wondering why the ground is shaking so much every two to three second. A scream, to my right. Someone saw her. There in the distance, over the nearby mountain range, Ran’s head is starting to appear from the blue haze of the horizon. Her head seems to be brushing the bottom of a Strato-Cumulus cloud. My hypothesis was right. She would now be around two kilometers tall, and if my chart holds, as it seems to have, she’s now probably growing around 2.74m per second. I have to restrain my erection. My heart is beating so fast. Everyone is running away. I have to sit down, the trembling is too much. She just stepped over the mountain. From this distance, I take some time to admire her skinny frame. Her ribs are still showing, and her emaciated look has not changed at all. Her long hair slowly fades behind her like someone trudging through water, and I realize she might be having a hard time moving against the atmosphere. The sound of her steps forces me to use the sound proofer I stole earlier today, and I put it against my ears. Ran has reached the city. She stretches so high, I can’t see well past the thick pubic hair. She is right above me. Her sole lifts over the city, and I see it come down. Darkness fills the sky, and for several minutes all I can hear through the dust are buildings crumbling down. The ground shakes constantly. I notice I’m still alive. Finally, just above me I see the arch of her foot, the wrinkles of her sole canyons in their own right. I realize what the trembling is: her growth keeps adding weight, and the ground seems to slowly buckle as she stays in place.

14th of May, 20XX, 22:00?

Ran has stopped moving for two days it seems. I’ve lost track of the time. Most of everyone are gone, some stayed for a bit to masturbate, men and women. I’ve noticed strong gusts of wind that come down periodically. I can’t see what goes on above, but I would bet Ran is also pleasuring herself, and the wind is what’s left of the echo of her voice. As the days passed, she simply stood still and let her feet overgrow the city. The arch of her foot now easily reach the now crumbled mountain range, and lands back over and past the city ruins. I’ve looted the food that I could, now used to the constant cracking and trembling of the ground. Much like when you get seasick, you become used to it. I wonder what others are seeing on the planet, but I know that it will only be a few days before the planet is overcome. I found a working car. I’m going to try and reach a point where her foot touches the ground completely. I should be able to carefully grab on to it. I’ve noticed from some pictures shared online that some people have started climbing in either the wrinkles of her skin or the alcoves made by the print under her toes. If I can climb on Ran, I’m certain I will be much safer. She is now truly a goddess. I leave my writings here, may they bring understanding to someone. The next page is only a few of my hastily written estimates of what is to come in the next few days.

Good luck.

Estimated Size and Growth on the 15th of May, midnight

Height: 25km (~15.5 miles)

Feet: 4.5km

Toes: 1km (~0.65 miles)

Hands: 3.1km

Fingers: 1.4km

Clitoris 250m

Estimated Size and Growth on the 16th of May, midnight

Height: 69km (~42.8 miles) — Note: At this point she will be taller than most clouds

Feet: 11.9km

Toes: 2.7km

Hands: 8.6km

Fingers: 3.86km

Clitoris 680m

Estimated Size and Growth on the 17th of May, midnight

Height: 188km (~116.8 miles) — Note: At this point auroras will come up to her breasts

Feet: 32.5km

Toes: 7.4km

Hands: 23.4km

Fingers: 10.5km

Clitoris 1.85km

Estimated Size and Growth on the 18th of May, midnight

Height: 511km (~317 miles) — Note: Only satellites will now remain higher than her, for a day.

Feet: 88.4km

Toes: 20km

Hands: 63.7km

Fingers: 28.5km

Clitoris 5km

By this point, Zhang Ran, the Goddess, will be growing at a rate of about 1.5km per second, and faster every passing moment. She should be bigger than the planet on the 21th. May some of us survive.

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She has fun humiliating me in front of her lovers. She loves to show me off to her boyfriends. She loves me to drop down on my knees and suck the cock that will be fucking her.

I also must keep her cunt wet at all times and when her lovers are done with her I must lick up the cum that is pooled in her pussy and ass. I also have to clean the cock that has just fucked her, that includes sucking on his balls and licking his asshole before I am done.

Our bedroom is equipped with cameras that catch all the action; they are mounted on all four walls and the ceiling. My wife sales the videos on the Internet. It makes me feel horny knowing that other people are getting off watching me being abused by my wife.

My only fear is that somebody I work with will see one of these videos. That would be un-cool. One time she made me watch a gay porno, of course the cameras were rolling as usual. When my cock got hard she made me stand up and bend over, then she shoved a butt plug up my ass. She called me a faggot and made me keep the butt plug in as I watched her lover fuck her in the ass.

When she was done she had me fuck myself with the butt plug and jack off all over my stomach. Here are a few samples of some of the scenes I have been filmed doing.

One of the scenes I was dressed up like a maid. I always hated it when she made me wear a short dress, it was always the same thing as soon as I would put the dress on she would make me walk up Kahramankazan Escort Bayan to her and hand her a butt plug. I will lift my skirt and she will insert six large beads that are attached to a rope.

She will shove them up my ass one at a time until I am full. At the present time I can only take five of them. That leaves one of them hanging out of my ass, to beat my balls as I walk around and serve my wife and her lover.

I will then go in the kitchen and make breakfast for them. After we ate I was cleaning the table off, my wife got down on her knees and started sucking her boyfriends cock. My cock got hard as I watched my wife work her pretty lips up and down his shaft. She sucked on his cock for 10-15 minutes, as I stayed busy in the kitchen.

I was loading the dishwasher as I heard him moan, I turned around just in time to see him jerk his cock out of her mouth and spray cum all over her face and hair. When his massive tool stopped pumping cum she wrapped her lips back around the head of it and cleaned him up. She then called me over to her and told me to lick his cum off her face. I licked her friends cum from her face like a dog licking a bowl.

When I was done I was so horny she let me masturbate in front of her and her lover. As I was starting to cum she jerked the beads out of my ass and I shot cum six feet in front of me. I obediently kneeled down and licked it off our kitchen Kahramankazan Escort floor.

We have done this scene many times, but one of my favorite scenes goes like this:

My wife is going out to the local slut motel tonight so she makes me help her get dressed. I must bath her and dry her off. I get so horny knowing that in less than two hours my wife’s pussy and ass will be drenched in cum.

She starts telling me all the nasty things she plans on doing, like sucking their big cocks and draining their balls. Letting strangers pump her pussy full of cum. She tells me how I have cheated her by having a little cock and how it’s going to feel being fucked by a bunch of big cocks.

About that time I hear a knock at the door, its one of her lovers picking her up. I kiss her and she tells me not to play with my little cock till she gets back home. She then reaches out and unzips her lovers pants and pulls his cock out, she makes me get down on my knees and kiss the shaft and tell him how glad I was to see that he was going to service my wife tonight with his big cock.

When they leave I’m so horny I can’t stand it. After 4 or 5 hours she comes home and I meet her at the door on my knees waiting and wanting to lick her swollen pussy clean. Her panties are soaked in cum from where it leaks out of her. She tells me how much she loves me as I suck the cum off of her clit. And how I can’t satisfy Escort Kahramankazan her with my cock. So I must be her cunt licker and clean up man.

Another scene we like to play out is my wife some times wants to pretend she has a cock. She will get me all hot and horny then she will have me get on the bed on my hands and knees and fuck myself with a dildo while she is working a double headed dildo deep into her pussy.

When my ass is all loose and ready she will reach under me and put my cock and balls in a cage. She will then get behind me and start rubbing the head of her double dildo, up and down my ass crack. Until the head of it disappears into my hungry asshole.

The dildo is about 24inches long with a set of balls in the middle. She will bury it all the way up to the balls. It feels like it is lodged in my throat. But I keep pushing back on it, wanting it deeper and deeper. She has been ass training me for a long time so I can take a pretty big cock up my ass and still enjoy it.

She loves the power of fucking me hard as the other end of the dildo is fucking her pussy. When she gets tired of fucking me she will slip the dildo out of her cunt. And reach down and take my cock cage off. She will then get down between my legs and suck my cock while she fucks me with the other end of the dildo.

I feel like I am getting used because when she wraps her lips around my cock and pumps my ass about four times, cum flows out of my cock like a fountain. She will then remove her mouth and spit out my cum. For some reason she doesn’t like the taste of my cum, but she swallows everybody else’s.

*

Well that’s the end of the story hoped you liked it and I hope it made you cum. I just love my little cuckold paradise. Clean your self up and E-mail me and VOTE!

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Adura blushed as she finally found her way in the door after work, cupping her chest gently with a slight wince, then gasping as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts swelled against the soft pink bra holding them almost painfully, pushing the bottom of its cups away from her chest. She unsnapped it from behind her with a sigh, letting them free in the cool air of the house. She walked to the kitchen, the rest of her clothes falling in a line behind her.

She stood in the kitchen, nude except for a frilled pink apron hanging around her waspish waist, covering her front to the knees. Long black hair hung over her pale back, the tips dangling between her slender shoulder blades. She smiled softly to herself, blushing as her hands slid their way up to her large bust. Adura gave a little glance behind her, swallowing and slowly massaging her breasts. A soft moan drifted out of her plump, red lips, fading into the air quickly. As her hands tender kneaded the swollen flesh, beads of sweet cream began drifting slowly out of her nipples, making lazy trails as they dripped down her breasts.

Her legs began to gently shake, the pressure against her hard nipples building up more and more as her nails teased them, leaning herself against the counter for support. Adura began panting more heavily, her hips giving a gentle grind forward as sweet cream began to fill the glass bottle in front of her. She wet her lips slowly, panting as it continued to drip and jet out of her breasts, soaking her front in Kalecik Escort trails of the sweet cream. Moaning, her eyes fluttering open from the surprise of a pink tongue dragging its way up her slim chest.

Adura turned, blushing deep in as she stared at a laughing pair of bright green eyes rising up to hers. She swallowed, her new companions lips coming to collide with hers, the two of them sharing a deep kiss.

“Welcome home, baby!” The girl grinned, strands of her blond hair tumbling in her eyes. Naomi smiled wider, sliding herself behind Adura, her tanned arms wrapping around her friend, untying the back of the apron on the way. She purred, pressing herself against her friend’s back, smiling as she saw the blush coloring her cheeks. She dragged her hands upwards to the shorter girl’s still dripping breasts.

Adura smilied as she looked over her shoulder at her friend, half smiling and leaning her their heads gently together. “I- I thought you would be…” She blushed softly, her words trailing off as her companion laughed.

“So you were trying to keep it from me?” Naomi smirked softly, pressing her lips against the pulse throbbing under the girls silky, pale skin, feeling the rate of her pulse fluttering like a baby bird. She purred into the nook of her neck, smiling.

“You didn’t get it all,” Adura blushed deeper at that, giggling weakly and nodding, starting to speak before gasping sweetly as she felt another hand snaking its way between Kalecik Escort Bayan her tender thighs. Naomi grinned, leaning her over the counter a bit more, the pale mounds of her breasts swinging as the dark skinned hand came back to kneading them, fingers grazing Adura’s nipples softly, smirking at the satisfying jump from pinching the sensitive flesh. She grinned, grazing her nails upwards over the tender lips between her partner’s legs, sliding her other hand down to her hip.

Adura smiled, turning around as she felt the other girls hand pull gently away, shivering as she cupped her breasts, tilting her head sweetly, her cheeks still flushed a soft rose blush. “Well I guess I do need your help then, love…”

Naomi grinned, sliding an arm around her partner’s waist, pulling the two of them close together, her nails dragging down the pale girl’s stomach slowly as her lips closed down on Aduras left breast, tongue teasing out and savoring the sweet milk of it, feeling the girl shake gently at the sudden contact.

Naomi suckled and drank eagerly, nursing from her friend. Taking advantage of the moment when Adura’s head fell back in a tender moan. Naomi’s fingers sunk gently into the soft folds of her lover’s core. Adura gasped as they curled softly inside of her, an extra jet of sweet cream erupting into her partner’s mouth, her eyes giving a little flutter as this drove the other girl to suckle her breasts more energetically.

Pulling off Escort Kalecik the left with a stream of milk dripping down the pale girl’s chest, Naomi lapped up the final stream from it before her lips closed down on the right breast, giving it the same amount of loving attention as her fingers rolled deeper in the silky folds between her partner’s legs. Her nails pulled down between the lips covering the fleshy nub nestled within them. Adura’s hips jumped forward with a moan, her fingers fisting at Naomi’s soft hair, clutching her head against her chest, rolling her hips along with the deep massaging of her lover’s fingers.

She lifted the blond girl’s head up to hers, the two of them kissing lovingly, the sweet creamy taste mixing between their mouths, the kiss continuing as their tongues tangled together. Adura’s arms pulled them together, her nails tracing the shape of her lover’s spine. The two of them shivered, Adura’s nails dragging over the curve of her ass, her deepest center tightened around her lover’s fingers as she came, closing her eyes with a sweet moan, hugging tightly onto the curves of the taller girl, her teeth digging gentle tracts into Naomis neck.

Naomi purred softly as her lover’s orgasm faded, hugging the two of them together. Adura gave a soft nuzzle against the other girl’s neck before shivering as Naomi’s fingers slid out of her and into her own mouth. Naomi sucked them thoroughly clean before stepping away and retying her friend’s apron around her waist, grinning as she sauntered though the house, licking her lips happily as she looked back over her shoulder.

“Well… Now I’m excited for those cupcakes.” She winked, giggling at the stain of a blush her eyes caught before she turned, chuckling at the sounds and smells of baking coming out of the kitchen.

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“We have a novice here this evening,” Joy announced in her low voice. She paused for the party to quiet down. “For his benefit, I’ll explain the rules. All the guys will go to the other room. Then all of us girls will roll the dice. The highest score will get the new guy. Then, she will go get her guy, and bring him out here. Now, he’s got to get her nice and hot, and then give her a good serving. WE ARE ALL WATCHING WHEN THIS IS HAPPENING. Then he’s got to show all of us that he’ll eat her pussy creampie. That’s right, while all the girls watch. After that, they can go to the girl’s room for more delights.”

All the women wore excited smiles in anticipation of the evening. Joy, a petite woman in her mid-thirties with light colored wavy hair, continued. Her short red party dress nicely showed off her bare legs and red pumps.

“If the guy decides he can’t do it, he’s got to leave and will never be invited back. After that, the evening is all ours. Each girl in turn gets her pick of the other guys, and you can either stay out here and socialize, or go to a room and get creampied to your heart’s, or pussy’s, delight, all night long!”

The other girls giggled.

“Okay, let’s start. All the guys, go to the other room and close the door. The new guy is Dan. We introduced him earlier. Who has the dice?”

The males, including Dan and four others, left the living room. They made conversation in their enclosed room.

“You nervous?” one of the experienced ones asked Dan.

“Yeah, a little. Never done that before, but I’ve kind of always wanted to know what it’s like.”

“It’s a real blast,” one of the other experienced ones said. “I get someone different each time, and man, they love being creampied. Who do you like best?”

The conversation went on as they heard excited voices and giggling from the other room. A few moments later Missy opened the door and said, “Dan, please come out here.”

His heart raced as he approached the doorway. Haymana Escort Missy grasped his hand and led him to the living room. The other women smiled and giggled.

Missy, a medium-tall blonde woman in her late thirties, had a pigeon-toed walk and a sweet voice. Her loose-fitting casual dress came to rest above her knees. She was proud of her well formed bare legs, and always showed them off.

“I got the top score, and you’re my first choice,” she said sweetly. “Now, the first thing you’re supposed to do is take off all your clothes.” She stood with arms folded and watched as he fumbled with his clothes. After a moment he had them all off.

“Good. Now let’s go over here,” she said, and walked over to an ottoman that was against a wall, and pulled it out several feet. She smiled and hiked up her dress above her hips, revealing that she was without panties. She seated herself on the ottoman, which placed her pussy at the optimum height for what she had in mind. With her knees about six inches apart, she spread her feet and pointed her toes in slightly. Then she beckoned Dan to come hither.

Dan stood in front of Missy, his erection growing in spite of his trepidation at being the only nude person in the room and being observed. Her bright smile and mannerisms served to enhance his arousal. She lightly palpated his cock and testicles with a tickle touch. “I want you to work up a good size cum,” she said sexily. She was aware that the males had been strongly encouraged to refrain from ejaculating for at least a few days before the party, although she was unsure of the extent of their compliance.

Dan’s breathing deepened as Missy played and teased. His cock stiffened and throbbed. ‘Man alive,” he thought to himself, ‘this chick is hot. Even though she’s older, I like the way she displays herself. And those thighs. Oh wow, those thighs are something else!’

Missy asked, “Do you want to eat my pussy first, or do you want Haymana Escort Bayan to go right in?” He paused, considering all his options and the audience.

“Here, I think you should go inside,” she said, settling the matter. She slowly opened her legs and moved forward a little on the ottoman. “Come on and kneel between my legs.”

She helped him get in position and then said, “Okay, come kiss me.”

Their lips met, and as he pressed in for kisses, she guided his member up to her pussy. He felt his throbbing cock at her entrance, and couldn’t keep from thrusting inside. Her pussy was wet and creamy, and felt good. She put her hands on his buttocks and said, “Keep kissing me, or play with my tits, or just hold on.” He leaned forward with his arms around her, and pumped. In scarcely a few moments, he sped up the tempo and Missy knew he was about to squirt.

“Auuuuuugh!” he exclaimed. Missy kept her hands on his buttocks and made sure that he stayed inside her while ejaculating. His face blushed a bright red hue, and Missy pulled him toward her.

“Stay inside for a bit,” she whispered loudly. “Yes, that feels so good.” He slowly pumped his hips several times, and then Missy let him slip out. She released her hold on his buttocks and spread her legs even more.

Dan noticed that a dizzily sexy smile radiated from Missy’s face. “I’m ready now,” she said.

Joy intervened at this point, knowing that frequently a first-timer is very reluctant to follow through after ejaculating. She went to Dan’s side and coached him.

“Isn’t that a delicious looking pussy!” she exclaimed. “I bet it was sweet being in there – I wish I would have won first choice. I’d love to feel your mouth on my pussy after your big hard cock has been in there, pumping and pumping. Yum!”

Dan admitted to himself that Missy’s freshly sexed pussy exuded sensuality.

“Go on and get your mouth over there on that beautiful pussy,” Joy Escort Haymana coached. “It may feel a little strange at first, but once you follow through you’ll find that you won’t have it any other way.

Dan gazed at the translucent drops of semen mixed with Missy’s juices which oozed from her sensitive labia. The other girls gathered around, and he knew he’d have a hard time if he declined at this point.

He crouched down between Missy’s thighs and grasped her legs. He slowly approached her steaming pussy with his mouth. She moaned as his tongue made its first contact, gliding over the surface of her labia. After a few moments of this he pressed his mouth to her pussy and began to extract the profuse serving of cream that he helped put in there.

Missy’s reaction was gratifying. She unabashedly moaned aloud. Her hips trembled as Dan’s mouth became more aggressive.

“Oh, yes… Oh, God, yes!” Missy shouted. Dan sucked harder, and Missy suddenly crested. She reached forward and held Dan’s head in place.

“Ahhhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhh!”

“There now,” Joy said to Dan, “that wasn’t bad, was it?”

Dan had never been with a woman who had such an intense orgasm. He admitted that he enjoyed it after he got started. Missy got up and led him over to the sofa. They sat close together and the party continued.

Joy let the other males come into the room, now that the novice had been initiated. They lined up and each woman hooked up with her guy for the night. After some small talk everyone knew that the atmosphere was so sexually charged that there was no use in delaying the inevitable. Every couple retreated to a bedroom and began a long night of excited sexual bliss.

For several hours that night, sounds of feminine orgasm wafted through the air. Everyone knew then that a woman was being pleasured after being pumped full of cum.

Missy was ecstatic with Dan’s performance. Her nurturing manner and pleasantness assured that he was constantly eager to plunge inside her. After some wild thrusting, he burst forth and recklessly spurted inside her. Then, over the next fifteen minutes he kissed and sucked on Missy’s pussy while she squirmed and shook, and finally almost screamed out incoherently as she surrendered to the a wracking orgasm.

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Chapter 2: Day One – Morning

I was awakened at 6am by the little clock on the side of my bed. It didn’t buzz or play music. Instead it repeated over and over, “Get up cunt.” There was no snooze button. No way to ignore its command to me. No way for me to believe this had been a little girlish fantasy dream I was just awakening from.

Instead, ‘eyes wide open’, in my small room, I was to be a submissive girl, slut, whatever they wanted. Whoever and how many ‘they’ were I would be theirs.

(I am not going to bore you with all the rules in the book etc. Instead I will let you know sometimes when I am abiding by one particular rule or when I am being punished for not remembering another. To the girls who want more detail on the clothes, I’m sorry. To the MEN who want fewer details, I apologize sincerely. To those who are unhappy with my stories I say, “Read something else.” And to the friends I’ve made or people who have enjoyed this passion, I say Thank You. Now on Blitzer!)

I stood up my blue nightie hanging down, just over my crotch. Walking over to the mirror and I looked at myself. Gosh what a mess. I hadn’t taken my make-up off last night and now my face and my hair looked like a rag doll. A little of Master Cock’s cum had come out of my mouth while I was holding it last night and was now clumped in a patch just below my lip on my left. As I looked I could see why I was there. I could see in my green eyes the glimmer of dreams. But I could also see those dreams would be others and their use of me would be my memories.

From the closet I took the outfit that had been selected for the day. Although it was quite evident looking at 6 other similar outfits with each having a day of the week sewn in red on the right breast pocket, it was equally disconcerting seeing “CUNT and under it SATURDAY”. And I guess I would have to clean and press them each day to be ready for the next week. On the other side of the closet were all sorts of outfits. I knew not to rummage through them until I was told.

Putting the maid’s uniform on the bed with the Mary Jane’s by the foot of the bed (how girly of me) I went over to the vanity and opened my make-up suitcase. Suddenly, I realized I had to pee badly. From the past months of habit I grabbed my ‘douchette’ (Master Cock’s name for it) and walked out to the bathroom to clean up.

The house was dark with just a night light in the hall and a summer morning chill twisting up under my nightie which made me feel twice as naked as I was. Walking into the bathroom (as you know the door is missing) I saw a note on the mirror from Master Cock. It simply said, “Your first toilet in the morning is the only time you do not need permission. And, as you know you may not talk first with anyone. So, you’ll just have to figure out what to do for the rest of the day.”

I had forgotten about the “Bathroom Control” part of the deal. As I would learn soon I didn’t know much about anything.

Sitting down on the toilet I tinkled and then wiped away from my anus. Then I poopied and wiped the other way. I’m not sure how girls do it but I am sure Master Cock had instructed me on this hygiene method months ago. Getting up I flushed, turned on the shower, took my pills, removed my nightie and enjoyed the warmth of the shower. Washing my hair and body I felt so clean. The dirt washed down my body, swirled around my red toenails and finally disappeared in a swirl through the drain. I felt wonderful.

Drying off I went back to my room and was about to proceed putting on a pair of panties before doing my make-up. Opening the drawer I looked down and pulled out my favorite color, a sea-green panty and matching bra. But, the panties were different from anything I had ever seen or heard about. I hope I can explain but since this is scientific and I really am not too bright in that department it will be difficult. (I’m good on colors and I’m a blond) By the way girls they were string thong with a large frontal patch for you bushy ones like me. (Does anyone know why we use they or pair of panties to designate a single panty?)

Anyhow, built into the crotch of the panties was some sort of hard bendable material. That Güdül Escort I figured out right away was something for my figure and saw that all the other panties had the same thing. But when I went to put them on I saw something else on the inside. Oh I had seen things like ‘neosteel’ makes and had read stories about ‘glue-on-vaginas.’ But this was different.

Inside the front, behind the patch, was a pocket. Upon opening the elastic pocket I could see something that looked like a condom but appeared stronger. It was supple and obviously was to put my….call it what you will… into. I turned the panties over and could see a small hole in the lower part of the panty. Touching the hole it was evident a small tube (very short in length) connected to the end of the condom like sheath and then out. Well, you know what that was for? Right? My face reddened as I realized that I would be peeing as a woman as well.

Getting the panties on wasn’t too hard and when I sat down at the vanity to put my sheer wired bra on I felt like, well almost…..I think!

So then I was dressed in my maid’s outfit. Fully made up with bright red lips and the, for better want of a phrase, control panty holding me tight and forming a very feminine looking front to my panties or anything else I might wear. I left the room to clean up before 8am. That much I knew. I was too clean up any mess from the night before and have coffee ready.

After breakfast around 10am I would do the bedrooms (as necessary), do the laundry and hang it outside. Then at lunch I was to be finished and in the afternoon clean the bathrooms.

Fortunately, this morning I though there would be very little to clean up since Master Cock and I had come alone. But, I could tell when I got to the kitchen I was wrong. There were four empty highball glasses, a few dishes with dried on food and an ashtray over on the table with an open deck of cards. I started looking for the dishwasher but there wasn’t one. Sadly, I was going to wash everything by hand while I was here. Under the sink (luckily) there were a pair of rubber gloves and by 8am the house of was clean and the coffee was made when I heard the first male rumblings of the morning.

The sound came from the bathroom. It was a loud, “AHHHHHH!”

And I could hear his pee hitting the toilet. Nervously I glanced around the edge of wall to peek and just as I did I heard his voice. It wasn’t Master Cock but before I could pull back into the kitchen he commanded, “Bitch, I know you’re looking, get your ass over here right now.”

I walked down the hall shaking as I approached the bathroom. I saw he had a small ass but looked very tall as he stood peeing. When I got within what I can only call striking distance, he turned, grabbed my wrists pulling me into the bathroom and bending me a bit over in one movement and began spanking me. He was spanking so hard I began to cry and I heard him say, “Don’t ever forget to say ‘Yes Sir’ when you are spoken to.”

Sobbing, my ass red and sore again, he pulled me back up in front of him. I was still looking up when he slapped my face hard and said, “Bitch, you know what you should be looking at.” My ass and face burned as I looked down to this thick drooping cock. I had no idea how big it would look hard but it did look thick the way it was.

“Good girl,” he said while moved his hand under my hair and around the back of my neck. “Ok, now I just did a good morning piss which I’m sure you wanted but right now I want you to lick my cock and balls clean.” And then with a little force on my neck I began to go down to the floor passing the hair on his somewhat extended stomach till I was kneeling. He played with my hair and ears as I licked his pee from his slit and lapped around his hairy balls. Now, I was told earlier, I was their female. That was how I was to think. And they wouldn’t tolerate any thoughts or actions other than such.

Then, with just his large hand on my nape, with my stockings sliding under my knees, he turned me effortlessly (although I knew to move in the direction he wanted by his touch) till I was looking at the toilet. The seat was down and there were Güdül Escort Bayan both dribbles of pee and a few pubic hairs. His voice above said, “Did you leave this fucking seat down bitch?”

“Yes Sir,” I managed to sob out from the various pains I felt. My ass, my face and the pressure on my neck all made my voice even more docile. I could hear the submissive wisp in my voice as the higher female tones uttered, “What would you have me do Sir?”

“Lick that fucking mess from the seat and remember to ALWAYS leave the seat up. This isn’t a cunt’s house. This is a man’s castle. The seat stays UP.”

Looking at the deep autumn yellow drops as I leaned down to obey him (since that would be my duty from now on) I could smell the aroma of his urine waif up from the toilet into my nostrils as I licked the toilet seat clean. Pubic hairs getting on my tongue and finding ithard to swallow I finally finished.

Still holding my neck he said, “Now, lift the seat up,” as he let go of my nape and then gave me a slight slap on the back of my head. Not expecting the slap I nearly lost my balance but managed to grab the seat and raise it as I kneeled in front of the toilet with the seat up.

“And now bitch, lick the bottom of the seat and as a punishment you will also lick the rim. Not just now but for the whole day. You’ll go into the bathroom each time you’re not busy and if it’s not clean you’ll get down on your knees and be the good little maid you were made to be, Comprende? Oh, and when you are done you can flush the toilet for me but I want you to kneel in front of it when you do and put your face over the bowl so you can watch what you missed from me but will be getting from me from now on.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir,” I meekly uttered. Stunned how I was drifting deeper into submission then I ever thought I would. I could hear him in the kitchen as I licked the bottom of the seat and the rim clean. Then, as I was told, I knelt in front of the bowl, leaned my head down and flushed the toilet. Cold urine scented air pushed up his aroma brushing over my face and his pee went down. It went through my nostrils and even my eyes. Nearly tearing as the flush finished I got up, straightened my skirt and white apron. Then I looked in the mirror and saw my lipstick had smeared a little and was thankful I had brought it with me. Then I freshened my lipstick and walked out to the kitchen.

As I entered the kitchen he was sitting having coffee at the table. I heard him say, “Good morning cunt. How’s our pussy today?”

“Fine, thank you Sir,” I answered immediately.

“Well, come over here and stand by my side,” Sir said.

I walked (as you know by now femalely) over to him and stood by his side. All of a sudden he slapped my ass twice saying, “Look bitch you always stand by my right side. I’m right handed. If I was fucking left handed you would stand where you are, right?

“Y…ee….sss Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll remember Sir,” I quivered as I walked around to his right side.

“Now that’s a good girl,” he continued as he put his right hand on my inner thigh halfway up. Standing there as he rubbed and played with my thighs and squeezed my ass, I knew what I had wanted to feel like. I was the girl. And, as you know, I was submissive in my dreams and now reality. His fingers rubbed underneath. With the shield there he wouldn’t feel my large clit but instead just like I was wearing a thick pad.

While he was doing this he was looking at a pornographic magazine. The pictures showed a girl being bound and then put in a cage. I winced. Once in a while he would take his hand away and take a sip of his coffee or turn a page. It was definitely a bondage magazine. And I realized I hadn’t said no to that but only to severe pain and wondered how I had missed that.

“Hey Houser,” Master Cock said as he came into the room. “How do you like our little bitch?”

I stood silent as Sir (as I knew him) squeezed my ass again and said, “Yep, you know how to find the best pussy around. Though she’ll need a little training before she understands what it means to be our submissive cum slut. But she does have one fine Escort Güdül ass. But can it hold a quart of cum?” He squeezed a bit harder on the final words.

“Come over here Prissy,” Master Cock said. I walked over with my eyes on his cock thinking about the months ago this had started. Nearly a year had passed. All of my fantasies had swirled around inside my head. I’m sure none of you can understand what it’s like to be trapped inside something you’re not. I’m not gay. I’m not straight. I’m not any description ever written. But, I live (does that mean by Descartes I am?)

How different to be in this ocean wearing my sea-green panties, my tongue coated with the taste of a man’s urine. Unsure, afraid but nevertheless here. (Ok, if you don’t like the poetic dissonance I do. See, this isn’t about those who don’t understand me but about those of you who do. That means both the doms and the subs who share some of the pleasure ride I’m on.)

I walked over to Master Cock looking at his crotch as I did. I became more and more entrapped within the truth. And as I arrived near him I could smell the odor of manliness. It’s a pheromone I never did produce. And standing there, Master Cock said, “Prissy you have finally begun to be what you will end these three weeks as.” And with that he put his hand on my head and pushed me towards the floor. The motion down was starting to become normal. I went to my black stocking knees with my maid’s dress hem never touching the floor. A jolt, I wasn’t paying attention, my hair pulled, I hadn’t what? I didn’t know.

“Bitch when you hit the floor on your knees have your mouth open. No one cares about your wants.” Pulling my hair till the roots burned I opened my mouth. “Good little whore,” Master said as he unzipped his fly with his other hand pulled out his cock and while pulling my head forward slid his large dangling snake into my mouth.

He pumped my mouth while talking with Sir. They talked about the World Cup. About how stupid England had been and that now the semi-finals were a Continental affair. As my saliva lubricated Master Cock’s penis in my throat I was there but I wasn’t. I was a woman but I wasn’t. I was a whore but I wasn’t paid. What was I becoming?

His cock (oh to remember Master’s Cock) thickened, hardened, pulsed and moved over my lips, tongue, tonsils and into my throat. I was gagging but I was also sucking. I can’t explain it. And after what seemed like an hour, yet I was to learn it wasn’t even 9am yet, Master Cock pulled his cock slowly out of my throat, past my tonsils, over my tongue, past my lips and almost immediately began shooting cum all over my face. Gobs stuck to my nose. Much sat on my cheeks. And because most of it was thick, just a little dribbled down my chin and fell between my small A cup orbs and leaked down my cleavage towards my belly button.

“Now get up and don’t’ touch your face. I want you to feel it dry. To smell it,” Master Cock said with a condescending tone. And as I rose he turned to his friend saying, “Houser did you bring the rope?” As my mind raced I stood there in my little maid’s outfit barely able to see out of my right eye. I didn’t know what I looked like but I knew what it felt like. But that loss of vision changed almost immediately as Master Cock opened a drawer in a credenza next to the dining table and pulled out a mirror.

“Here, now you can see what you should look like every moment, everyday,” Master Cock sneered. I looked in the mirror and saw my face was white glob cum splotched. I took a breath through my nose and some of Master cum sitting at the base of nostril came up through my nasal passage filling it with both smell and texture. Keeping my eyes on Master Cock’s penis my peripheral vision saw Sir walking to the door and then I heard him say, “I’ll be right back with the rope and my other bag of goodies.” A moment after that the front door banged shut.

Master Cock started to play with my breasts and pinching my nipples he said how well the hormones had worked. My breasts were exactly the size that pleased him and his friends would like them also. Another comment on how I really did have girly nipples. “The perfect submissive,” he said. “Both man and woman, just Perfect!” And as those words brushed across my face I heard the sound of motorcycles.

*

(Ok, some of you are just going to hate this. But, I’m having the time of my life writing it. So, this Lauren Westley saying there is “more to cum.”)

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Well, the week was a very busy one and I was looking forward to getting on my Harley and getting a good ride in and then hit up a bikers joint for a beer and onion rings.

Saturday morning I got up and dressed in bikers clothes and put a few bottles of ice water in my saddle bags. The ride was great, three hundred and fifty miles of hi-way and back roads, the bike ran like a charm and the gage for my stomach said I was starving.

So I dropped into my favorite bikers bar as the food’s always good, so is the band they have playing. I pulled up a stool and sat at the bar waiting for the waitress.

I was nicely surprised, a new waitress, long grey hair in a pony tail; pretty good looking ass; hips and boobs and halfway down her nose is a nice pair of silver half-round glasses. Her name tag said Connie.

“What will it be hun?”she asked. Her voice was that of a woman in her early fifties, warm and mellow.

“Well Connie, an order of onion rings; a beer; and a pair of half-glasses.”

I actually surprised myself when I said that, she was surprised too.

“So, you like my reading glasses?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes, you look so nice in them.” Connie knew I was sincere.

“You come here often?” asked Connie

“Just about every Saturday night, you’re really quite young for reading glasses, ya know that, Connie.”

“Thanks dear but I’m fifty two.”

Twenty minutes later I got my order and I’m sitting there with what seemed to be a baseball bat in my pants and I am thinking about the new bar maid and what is the likelihood of seeing her in other places, I did look but saw no ring on her finger.

I had a couple tall stacks of onion rings and a few beers and enjoyed listening to some hard rock. Time to get going, I left a generous tip for that hot bar maid hoping the next time I am there I wouldn’t have to wait forever to get my order.

Over the next week, Connie was on my mind, her silver half-round glasses too. I like her dulcet voice and long grey hair with soft highlights.

I knew a long time ago that I was attracted to older women, was it because they wore glasses for reading? that sent some voltage down to my groin and make my cock tingle with sexual excitement? was it what Ruthie did way back when, wrapping her glass beads round my cock, dragging her gold half-square glasses over my balls, jerking me off till I came all over them and then sucking and licking my cum off them. I guess to a guy in his early twenties, that was such a great thing, I would want that to happen many more times in my life.

My Aunt Betty makes the glass beaded eyeglass chains as well as bracelets and necklaces so I dropped in for a visit and told her I’d like to see a few of her beaded neck chains

Of course she asked why, so I told her,

“I know a nice bar maid at the bikers joint who I like a lot and I’d like to get her a chain or two for her glasses.”

“Half-glasses right?” asked Betty.

“Yup.”

“Oh Nate, you haven’t changed much at all, Are you going to keep her glasses spotless? I remember when you used to visit me, after you left, I found every pair of my glasses were spotless smudge free and sparkling.”

She showed me a very nice selection of eyeglass chains made with glass beads,and strung on wire with good findings for the ends so I bought a few neck chains.

The next Saturday I took another great ride and when I got hungry and needed a cold beer, I rode to the bikers hangout. I had those three nice beaded neck chains for that hot looking barmaid. I think she will really like these. She saw me and came over.

“Hi Nate, Thanks so much for that nice tip.”

I knew she really appreciated an eight dollar tip for a sixteen dollar order of beers and onion rings.

“Your welcome Connie, I have something for you I think you’ll like.

“Oh and what could that be?” she asked with a mysterious voice.

I pulled the chains out of my pocket and gave them to her. Connie had no idea what was wrapped in a soft purple cloth auntie had put them in.

“Oh Nate, thanks so much! the pairs of glasses I have lost over the years but these are the best pair I ever had and thanks to you, I know I won’t lose them.”

She put the chain on her glasses and had them hang across her lovely breasts which looked like forty four D’s.She wrapped the other chains up and put them in her purse.

“Oh Connie, they look so nice hanging across you like that.”

“Thank you Nate, this is so thoughtful, I did see you ride in, but did’nt get a good look at your ride.”

Connie seems to know how bikers talk, I thought to myself as many bikers call their bike, their ride.

“It’s the black Low Rider with the helmet hanging off the clutch lever.”

“So Nate, you don’t have a biker chic?”

“No, I don’t have a biker chick, do you ride Connie?”

“I used to but the guy got too weird, he liked to ‘lane split’ and with cars and trucks flying by within a foot on either side Gölbaşı Escort of the handlebars, that was too crazy for me, even though it’s legal in California.”

“Tell ya what Connie, that’s to damn crazy for me too, and I’d stay outa California.”

“Well, I finish at ten, would you like to follow me back to my place? We could have some coffee.”

“Sure Connie, that sounds very nice.”

Just as Connie said, she was off work at ten and I followed her back to her place.

I was happy to see a Baldwin grand piano in Connie’s living room.While she was getting the coffee going I started to play Dylans ‘To Ramona.’

I had assumed Connie knew how to play but she was just learning, her Mom had moved across the country and since her daughter expressed an interest in piano, her Mom left it to her.

Connie was smiling as she carried a tray with coffee and doughnuts

“I did’nt know you play piano, Nate”

“Well, I did not mention it over at the bikers hangout but I have have been playing for for a while.”

“A biker that plays piano, I like that.” Said Connie.

“Want to hear some classical?”

“You like classical?”

“Actually I learned piano to play the classics,Chopins nocturne and etudes, Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, a very hauntingly eerie piece of music.”

Connie asked me to play Chopin’s etude opus ten number three a piece with a lot of expression.

I did and she was very pleased.

“So Connie, how do you know about Chopin?”

“My Mom used to listen to classical music all the time.”

I did Greensleaves which is an oldie from England and a few Beatles hits ‘All my lovin; And I love her; Eleanor Rigby.

“Nate, you are so good with a piano, want to give me lessons?” Connie asked.

“Sure I could do that, how much do you know about piano?”

“Nothing, I just got the piano a few months ago.”

“So you’re starting from ground zero, that’s good. I took lessons for a while and you will learn the right way, so how many hours a day can you practice?”

“Four or five hours a day, depending on what hours I work. Is this gonna cost me anything?”

“Of course its gonna cost ya something, you have to let me keep those glasses spotless as you’ll need them for reading sheet music and you can always tease me with’em if you’d like.

“How would I tease you with my half-glasses?”

Connie asked with a different tone of voice. Even though I don’t know much about Connie, It seemed to me her mind knew what I wanted but the idea had not caught up with her, on a concious level.

“Oh um sure something’ll pop up.”

“Oh, I can make sure of that.” She chortled.

Oh yes, Connie knows what to do now.

“Good.”

So that night I gave Connie her first lesson. We went over keys, which have sharps and flats where each musical letter of the piano is on the sheet music, the major chords in each key.

Four months later

Connie was showing a considerable improvement and one night as I was giving her a lesson, she asked me as she was donning those silver half-rounds,

“So Nate, how am I to tease you with these?”

“I think you can make something pop up.” I said with a grin

“Well, I know you like them as you always try them after you clean them.” She says with a smile.

“That’s called quality control, I read through’em to check for spots or smudges.”

“I have also noticed, although I never said anything, that you lean back a bit and snatch peeks through my glasses. . .Right?”

“Yes Connie, you are right.”

“Connie gets the idea you want her to touch you down there with her sexy silver half-glasses, with her beaded chain wrapped around it, what do you say about that?”

“I say, ‘Connie’s a very smart lady.”

We had been working on piano for an hour and a half and now it’s time for a break. we’re on her well stuffed sofa drinking coffee and eating cookies.

She took the beaded chain from over her head and let her glasses swing as she lowered them and they began to lightly brush the bulge in my dungareez.

Once again her silver half-rounds caught the light from a lamp and I liked the way the light shone in her glasses, I can’t put my finger on it but it sent a tingle smack down south of the beltline.

“How old are you, Nate?”

“Forty two.”

“So Nate, would you like some head as I wear these? with another pair I could stroke your balls, would that make you cum?”

“How about getting me to cum them, then you can lick the cum offa them.”

“That sounds like a good idea, I think you have been wanting to do that for a while, The way you love to clean my glasses for me, I used to think it was sweet, now I think it’s more of an erotic fetish for you.

So I had my pants wrinkled up at my ankles and Connie wearing a pair of gold half-square glasses began to drag her half-rounds all over me down there as she jerked me off as well and it was a very nice Gölbaşı Escort Bayan experience. I looked up and saw the light from a lamp in her gold granny glasses, I felt the smoothness of her half-rounds all over me, I blew a few thick ropes all over them and she picked them up daintily and licked the man sauce off them.

Connie had a damp cloth handy so I could clean her glasses for her, but she had cleaned them pretty well all ready.

Five months later

I have some very nice feelings about Connie and though I did not tell her, I began to think of her being my wife. It is so nice when a couple have two big things in common music and biking. I dig her style of dress, a long dress for going out or maybe a skirt and blouse. When she is working at the bikers hangout she wears denim shorts and a blouse with sneakers.

We have taken some nice rides around central Florida so she knows I am a safe biker, we pull off and hit a Wendy’s or other burger joint, talk for a bit and get back on the road.

So we’re back at my place, Connie is playing piano and I’m reading a bikers magazine, Connie comes over and sits next to me. Her half-glasses are hanging across her ample bosoms.

“I’d like to talk to you about some things, Nate.”

“Anything wrong, Connie?”

“Did you enjoy what I did for you a while ago? stroking your balls with my half-round glasses as I wore the gold granny’s and got you to cum them so I could lick the guy sauce off them?”

“Hell ya Connie, that was really great. It was my fantasy to have a hot lookin’ lady do things with her half-glasses.”

“If you liked it so much, how come you never asked me to do it again?

“I think I was afraid of losing you, it happened once before, this woman I had. Oh what she could do, I couldn’t get enough of it and talked about it almost endlessly, well she ended that. “

“You know Nate, maybe she just wasn’t really into it, how often did you two do things?

“Two, maybe three times a month.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn, no wonder you talked about it so much, if you were getting it more, you couldn’t always be talking about it. So you really loved what I did?”

“Oh Connie, I did! it was so nice how you pleased me as you wore your gold granny glasses, as you rubbed your silver half-glasses all over my balls and got me to cum them. The way your granny glasses sparkled in the light as you licked my guy sauce off your glasses. Really the best time ever.”

“I’m glad I brought this up as it has been bothering me. When a woman decides to do things and the guy doesn’t ask her to do it again. . . but it all makes sense to me now. I don’t think she liked sex as much as you thought she did.”.

“I thought twice a week would have been good, say Sunday mornin’ and who knows when during the week.”

“I would imagine you’d love to get me in the bedroom fairly soon, Nate?”

“Connie, any man would, not that any man would deserve it.”

“When would you want to?”

“In another year. I love being around you Connie, I really do and I think you feel the same, The thing is, if we start living together, things can change a lot, sometimes pretty good and then again, maybe not. Let’s just take it easy and see what goes, and besides I think that a lot of thought should go into how far we or any couple goes, I mean once a guy goes to the land o’ milk an honey, that’s done, if the whole thing goes ta hell in a han’basket, the woman always loses.”

Connie now understood Nate and was quite pleased he enjoyed the night she turned him on with her glasses. Since he has so much respect for her, she would initiate sex at times.

“Connie, wanna go to the Olive garden for supper?”

“Really, Nate?”

“Yeah really.”

“Sure, I’ll go pretty up.”

“You’re fine as you are.”

“Gawd he makes me fee so good.” Connie said to herself She wore a wicked grin, she knew what she would do later on in the evening, but she had no way of knowing just what Nate was up to.

They were ushered into a quiet corner, there was soft lighting and Italian music. Nate and Connie sat next to each other.

Connie was checking out the bill of fare through her glasses. She took from her purse her pair of gold half-square glasses with the purple and pearl beaded chain.

“Wanna try these Nate? maybe they’ll get you nice and hard for later this evening.” She said this as she used her gold glasses as an extension of a finger and it was pointed to his midsection.

So he tried her gold half-square glasses for the smaller print on the menu and they worked fine. Connie reached down to see if he had a bulge in his pants, he did and she was quite pleased by the size of it.

Nate had ideas he wanted to try out on Connie and figured since she really turned him on, he would really be a top cat if he could turn her on as well. They had a great dinner, starting with their salad an bread sticks, then the four cheese Escort Gölbaşı sauce and ziti . of course a glass of wine and cold beer was nice too.

Nate did not know it but Connie had been working on the ‘Moonlight sonata for a while and when they got back to his place she began to play it and Nate was more then impressed.

She had enough piano for the evening and they sat on his sofa and had a glass of wine as they listened to soft music on his stereo.

“So Nate, did wearing my glasses turn you on?”

“Yeah, that was nice, Connie. I don’t know why they do what they do, maybe because they make you look so serious.”

“Well, would you like to do some things, Nate?”

“Yeah, actually I have a few ideas that might turn you on as much as what you did for me.”

Connie was so surprised, the last guy she had not only wanted her to satisfy his needs all the time but never showed an interest in making sure she was satisfied.

She had her glasses half down her nose, the light from an end table lamp was seen in them and she looked so hot.

“Well take off your blouse.”

Connie did so.

Nate started to remove her bra using only his teeth and she was liking that, sometimes licking her ears and neck and Connie began to feel a bit warmer and started breathing heavier.

“Connie, get that pair of gold glasses.” There was something about the way he said that, that made Connie feel she was going to be turned on as well.

Nate began to drag her gold half-square glasses all over her aureola as he licked her other breast. He’d lick slowly then faster. He’d leave her glasses sitting on her tit as he grabbed her other and squeezed tightly and sucking on her breast as his tongue rolled over her nipple.

Connie was making telltale sounds that spoke of the very pleasant feelings her body was going through.

Nate started to run the beads of her gold granny glasses back and forth against her nipple as he licked and kissed under her breast as well.

“Oh Nate, where’d you learn these things?”

Connie’s voice was laden with lust, it had been sometime since her womanly needs were catered to and Nate was making her feel that way. She would have no problem with Nate’s fetish for a woman’s pair of half-glasses and beaded neckchain.

Nate put her glasses on the coffee table and started to kiss the tops of her sexy black patent dress heels then her ankles and right up to her inner thighs, then to the next leg, licking the tops of her heels then her ankles and up to her inner thighs, Connies legs spred for him.

Nate did not know she saw him kiss her heels but she liked seeing him do that and would tease him with them, maybe he’d like that, she would make sure he liked it.

He grabbed those gold half-square glasses and ran the beads over her love lips, her sexy labia was starting to swell a bit and Connie was moving around at the hips. Nate dragged her glasses over her pussy lips and saw Connies hand coming down.

Connies pussy having been touched was now rather moist and Nate stuck in his first two fingers and started to thrust them in and out, his fingers were curved upwards and he hit that magic spot that makes a woman tremble as orgasms flood her body, each one stronger than the preceding and he loved the swish swish as her sex juices covered his fingers and dripped down his hand. He took those sexy granny glasses and rubbed them over her pussy so they were smeared with her love juices then licked the stuff off them just as she licked his cum off her glasses awhile ago, not knowing Connie saw him do this and that got her even hotter.

“Oh Nate.”

Two words drenched with her love for a man who really turned her on.

“That was the best ever, damn do I feel like a woman again, I love how you played with my pussy, how you got my sex juices all over my glasses and licked them off.”

“Now it’s your turn to feel good Nate, get up on the sofa.”

Nate dropped his pants and got up on the sofa and Connie brought a chair over so she could sit next to him. She took off her patent black heels and began to rub them all over Nate’s cock and he was rather surprised it showed an interest in her heels.

“This feel good Nate?” she asked as she dragged the sides of her patent black heels all over his cock, up and down his shaft under his balls, all over. Connie took the beaded chain for her gold half-square glasses and wrapped them round his cock and began to touch him all over with them but had left her heels half buried in his short an curlies. He kept swapping looks at Connie’s hot tits or her silver half-glasses partway down her nose with the light of the end table lamp seen in them. Her beaded chain gently swaying as she touched Nate all over with her sexy glossy black heels and her gold half-square glasses and with his juices reaching a boil, Connie suddenly found her hand, heels and glasses to be smothered in a good amount of man sauce.

“Well Nate, that was the best ever, I can’t believe how good I feel.”

“I feel pretty good too Connie, what made you want to touch me with your heels?”

“I saw you lick the tops of’em Nate, just before you kissed my ankles and worked up to my inner thighs. I love the way you took off my bra with your teeth. You’re such a great lover.”

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When I was younger my father got a job offer he couldn’t refuse and up and moved our family. His new job paid him well, so we lived in a large house in a very rich neighbourhood. The fleet of fancy cars my parents owned barely even could squeeze into our massive garage. We pretty much had everything and then some when it came to material goods, but otherwise we were kinda poor. My parents had each other so maybe they didn’t notice, but my siblings and I were socially starved.

Our entire town had only a handful of black families which gave me pretty slim-pickens when it came to finding a man. I did not have any issues with dating outside my race, but it seemed 90% of the people who lived in this town did. I’d see a lot of cute guys at my school, but none of them wanted to talk to me. It wasn’t that the other girls were all that much prettier, I just didn’t have enough of an Aryan look.

I was pretty voluptuous for an eighteen year old girl, further adding to the mysterious lack of attraction. Boys like big tits right? I already had a pair of DDs, and a booty to match. In a perfect world I’d blend in with blonde hair and blue eyes, but in this one I had brown hair and hazel eyes. The colour may have not been preferential to the guys at school, but I took ridiculous care of my hair, it was the best it could be.

I had gotten rather bored of playing with myself and wanted the real thing. I couldn’t convince any guys around to hook up with me, but maybe I could trick them? I had seen these videos on the internet where guys would get sucked off anonymously through holes in the wall. The guy was blocked out from seeing the girls face. the only visual contact belonged to the girl, so she could see the dick. Usually the actress would just suck the guy, but she had full control and could even fuck him if she really wanted.

I watched a ridiculous amount of these videos, trying to work up the confidence to try it myself. The girls were acting, but their performances were really convincing. They made it Evren Escort seem that this was super enjoyable. I had been a spectator for long enough, I was up for giving it a shot, but where could I go? As well as not having boyfriends, I also did not have many friends period. I didn’t know a good spot myself, and couldn’t talk to anyone who knew where I could go.

Most of the videos were set in the back rooms of adult bookstores, so I figured my only option was to go exploring in one. There was this particular shop I had in mind. It was downtown, far from where I lived, reducing the chances anyone I knew would see me go there. I decided I would go the next weekend to see what I could see.

Thankfully it was fall, so when I wore a big jacket to help disguise myself, I was not too warm. I also put on a huge pair of sunglasses, to help cover my face. It looked kind of silly, wearing sunglasses at night, but I thought it a necessary aspect of remaining incognito.

With my identity disguised I set off for the city core. I cabbed my way there, making sure to tip the driver enough to keep his mouth shut, but not too much that he would remember the fare. The store was part of a network of others located in a strip mall, so when the taxi dropped me off outside it wasn’t known for sure which I planned to visit.

I walked through the door and into the main area. Different adult movies lined the many rows of aisles, and were well lit by the bright overhead lights. Against the walls of the stores were displays of different goods, toys, lingerie, lubes etc. Towards the back centre was the main checkout. A man stood behind the desk and manned the register. He looked to be in charge, so I decided he was the one to ask about these mythical booths from the videos. I grabbed a random movie and walked up to the counter to engage the employee.

“Hi there.” He greeted me. “How can I help you?”

I smiled, “I was wondering if you had anywhere I could preview this.” I gestured the film.

“Absolutely, Evren Escort Bayan we have a number of rooms in the back for doing just that.”

He directed me through a bead door in the corner and said there would be a row of rooms past it. He told me I could go into one of the unoccupied booths. I thanked the man before continuing to explore.

I pushed aside the beads to enter the hall. It was not very well illuminated and carried the familiar stench of sex. I found a free stall and entered.

The dimensions were not huge, they were just enough to house the chair in the corner and the television screen on the wall. Sure enough the videos from the internet were somewhat truthful, on the walls were cut out circular holes. I pulled out the chair to a good viewing position and popped in the DVD.

The action on screen was rather hot, and coincidental. A hung white guy going at a curvy black girl. Hopefully this was a preview of what I had in-store. The action on screen had got me feeling very warm, so I reached down my jeans and started to rub. The actions of my hand caused me to emit a series of loud moans.

My sounds identified me to the booth next door, soon a great white cock entered my room through the hole connecting the two stalls.

“Why don’t you try this one?”

The voice alerted me to my visitor.

“Oh my! That is one huge cock!” I remarked.

I found complimenting the man on his size was a good place to start. If I told the man how hard he was, it just made him even harder. A win-win situation.

I gripped the large white shaft and began stroking the man. I could hear him groan from across the way, I guess he enjoyed my hand.

“Put it in your mouth.” He ordered.

I conceded to his wishes (they were inline with my own) and wrapped my lips around the mammoth head.

He let out an even louder groan on contact. I had very full lips and was used to being told they felt heavenly when cushioning a Escort Evren cock. He tasted delicious, I equally enjoyed the sucking.

I took my hand off the shaft so I had the room to move my lips deeper. He just felt so good in my mouth and throat. It was difficult to release him, but my wet pussy wanted some penetration, I had to try.

“How bout some pussy?” I asked.

Did I even need to ask? I was so used to the racial shunning, I almost forgot the man could not see me.

“Of course.” He grunted.

I stood up, turned around, and rubbed the prick against my butt. I looked back to admire the contrasting skin for a second. He didn’t know he was being rubbed on a big black ass, just a big cushy one.

I was fully slick after the rubbing, so I started to guide the prick inside. I matched the volume of his moan as he entered my snatch. I couldn’t decide who enjoyed this more, but I knew he felt great inside of me. I pushed back on the dick and found a good rhythm. My ass slapped the wall, we were almost drowning out the sounds of the film I had started earlier.

I could hear and feel the man was already about to cum but I implored him to stay true. I was not yet finished enjoying him and I wanted to have an orgasm as well. The humanitarian within urged him to hold his wad until I had climaxed.

I soon felt my pussy beginning to tense up. Jolts of pleasure shot through every nerve in my body, I let out moan after moan. The man could feel this too, letting himself go as well. The simultaneous orgasms just added to each other, well it did to mine at least. I loved that gushy feeling of getting a cream pie. This man also happened to fire a tremendous load. By the time he was finished launching, I was totally full. He pulled himself out and back into his room, leaving me there dripping and alone. I cleaned up and got dressed again. I popped out the DVD and left the booth.

I made my way to the main checkout and told the clerk I liked the video enough to rent it. I took my movie and left. I hailed a new cab and returned home.

Once home I retreated to my room. I started playing the movie, rubbing myself, and thinking about how satisfying my experience had been. The only negative was the duration, I’d have to spend a little more time there when I went back.

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It was Saturday, and Joseph was in his usual routine with his girlfriend. Weekend sex with her, was the only time they had sex. Joseph was always horny, and a couple times a week was nowhere near enough, which is why he masturbated multiple times a day, throughout the week. But at this moment his girlfriend’s legs are spread, and he is pumping her with his thick cock. She is moaning up a storm, and about to have her 3rd orgasm on his cock. Joseph wants to cum, but after a few years of fucking her, the excitement isn’t there like it used to be. It takes him much longer to cum now, which his girlfriend Tina, doesn’t mind at all, of course.

Joseph knows what he needs to do to get himself turned on enough to cum, but he’s been trying a long time to not do it. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help it sometimes. When he wants to push himself over the edge, he fantasizes about his co-worker Monica. He has worked with her for 2 years, and from the moment he met her, he was instantly attracted to her, and his attraction has only grown. Monica is a beautiful Mexican girl, with very fair skin. She has long brown hair, she usually keeps braided. She has gorgeous brown eyes, and the cutest smile, that reveal her braces. She is only 5’4, with perky, DD natural breasts, which look even more impressive because of her size. She has a little muffin top, with a little belly, but not chubby. She is everything Joseph wants physically in a woman.

And once again, Monica’s image is uncontrollably in Joseph’s mind, as he fucks his girlfriend. He knows now that he is thinking of Monica, he will cum very soon. It’s pretty much the only way he cums anymore, whether he is fucking Tina, or masturbating, picturing doing sexual things with Monica, makes his cock pulse, and explode. His pumping becomes harder, and more deliberate, as he picture’s it’s Monica’s pussy he is pounding. He closes his eyes, and thinks of Monica’s beautiful face, and adorable braces looking up at him, as he gets ready to fill her with his load. His girlfriend moans louder and explodes in another orgasm. A few seconds later, with the thought of Monica telling him to shoot deep inside her, Joseph erupts inside Tina, filling her pussy with his warm cum. He rolls over, and his girlfriend rolls over, putting her head on his chest, but his only thought is that he wished it was Monica laying next to him.

The rest of the weekend flew by, with Joseph masturbating 5 times, all the while thinking about his co-worker. Monday came and Joseph was excited, because he would get to see Monica at work. They had the same Monday thru Friday schedule, and Joseph couldn’t be happier about that. The got along well, and made a good team. Joseph, would stare at her cute little butt as much as he could, and that was a whole lot. He often day-dreamed of pulling her pants down and licking her ass right there. A couple times she turned around to ask him a question, and caught him staring right at her ass. He would just tell her he was zoning out.

It was hard for Joseph to concentrate at work, with a good portion of his shift fantasizing about his co-worker. This had been on-going for so long, and not being able to make his fantasies come true, made Joseph take whatever he could get from her. He would sometimes go into the break room, and sniff her jacket, hanging on the coat rack, so he could smell her perfume. She kept a small pillow cushion in her locker to sit on during her lunch break, since they had really hard, uncomfortable chairs at work. Sometimes when she would go to the bathroom during her break, Joseph would quickly sneak to the back to smell her cushion, and get a whiff of her ass. And Joseph’s favorite, since he had a intense foot fetish, was to smell her flats. She went to college nearby, and would wear her flats to school, but hen she came to work, she would kick her flats under the lunch table in the break room, and put sneakers on to wear while she worked. Any chance Joseph got to make his way to the break room, and get under the table to bury his nose in her flat, he took. He had only seen her bare feet once when she had worn new boots to school, and when she came to work, she had asked him to help her pull them off, as they were hurting her feet. When her feet came out of her boots, Joseph saw the most gorgeous feet he’d ever seen. They were small, and perfect. Her toenails were painted red, and to him, they were flawless. Joseph remembered in that moment, wanting to grab her feet, and start licking and sucking them. He would have settled for getting one of her boots, burying his nose in it, and breathing in her foot smell.

As Monica came into work and said hello to him, Joseph’s heart started beating faster. He knew he had strong feelings for her, and he didn’t just lust for her. He wanted her to be his girl. He wanted to treat her like his princess, and pamper her in every way. He wanted to pleasure her, and worship her. There were a couple roadblocks though. He had a girlfriend, and she had a boyfriend. On top of that, Joseph didn’t know if Etimesgut Escort she would have interest in him, as far a a relationship, anyways.

As she walked to the break room to hang up her jacket, Joseph looked down to stare at her flats. He loved flats because they trapped girls’ foot smells really well, and seeing girls dangle them off there feet, was always an instant hard-on. He had hoped she would go to the bathroom during her break, so he could run to the back and smell them. But when she came out to tart work, he saw she was still wearing her flats, rather than her usual work sneakers. He figured no harm in asking her.

“Where are the sneakers Monica? I never see you wear your flats out here.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance of her situation.

“I know! I’m so stupid! I totally forgot them at home, and I didn’t have time after my classes, to go home and get them, so I’ll just be wearing these all shift. I hope I’m not too uncomfortable, since I’ll be on my feet the whole day.”

Joseph was disappointed since he wouldn’t have a chance to smell her flats since she would be wearing them all shift, but he will definitely will enjoy watching her wear them.

It was a long busy shift, but they got through it, and closed up shop. They usually took about 30 to 45 minutes completing tasks they had to do every night at the coffee shop, and tonight was one of the longer nights. Often when they were done, they would hang out a bit in the break room, and have a cup of coffee. When they both retired to the back, Monica immediately started complaining.

“Fuck, my feet are killing me! Wearing these flats all shift, was not fun. They feel so sore. I can’t wait to kick these off at home, and rub them.”

Just hearing that made Joseph really excited. Thinking about her rubbing her sweaty, smelly feet, was such a turn on. It made him wonder though, why she would need to rub her own feet, instead of asking her boyfriend.

“Just ask your boyfriend to rub them for you. You can’t give yourself a good foot massage.”

Monica let out a big “Ha!”

She looked annoyed.

“My stupid boyfriend thinks feet are gross, and won’t touch mine! And on top of that, he complains that they smell bad! So I have a foot sweat problem! So What?!”

Joseph couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Her boyfriend had this perfect beauty, with perfect feet, and a sexy smelling foot odor, and he wasn’t enjoying every inch of them.

“Are you serious?! What is his deal?! No offense, but he’s crazy. I would rub your feet every day, as many times as you wanted!”

Joseph couldn’t believe what he had just said. It was his honest reaction, but not one he felt he should have shared with her. Thankfully it seemed she didn’t think he meant it, and was just being nice.

“Oh why thank you sir. Let me kick off my flats and you shall rub my feet!”

She was clearly joking, and started to laugh. Joseph had spent too long fantasizing about her, and he figured this was his best chance to get more than he ever had from her. He slapped his knees with both hands.

“Come on, put those feet on me, and let me give you a great massage.”

He smiled at her, as an out in case she got upset. He would then tell her he was joking. What she did was just stare at him for a few seconds before speaking again.

“Are you seriously offering to massage my feet?”

Joseph kept smiling at her.

“I sure am offering. You said your feet hurt, and your boyfriend won’t rub them, so why not let me?”

Monica looked like she was running a lot of things through her head.

“I mean, I’m appreciative you would be willing to rub my feet, but don’t you think that’s kind of weird? I mean, I don’t think my boyfriend would be happy about it, if he found out, and I doubt your girlfriend would be either.”

Joseph shook his head.

“Monica, it’s not like we’re having sex. I’m just massaging your feet. People pay for massages all the time, and it’s not considered weird or cheating is it?”

Joseph could tell his reasoning was giving a glimmer of hope she would agree with him, and let him touch her feet.

“Well, no, it’s not cheating, but I don’t know. You don’t moonlight as a masseuse, do you?”

She started to giggle.

“No, I don’t, but I guarantee you, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

Monica smiled, showing her braces, that Joseph thought were so cute on her.

“Oh, you’re that good, are you? And how do you know you are that good? Your girlfriend, I suppose.”

With all the confidence in his skills, Joseph responded.

“Not just my girlfriend, but every other girl I’ve given massages to. Never had any of them not tell me I was amazing.”

Monica, had a quizzical look on her face.

“So do you just go around offering girls, foot massages? You must be a fan of feet. It’s like you have a foot fetish.”

She started laughing, but Joseph was not ashamed to admit it.

“Actually Etimesgut Escort Bayan I do. Do you think that’s weird?”

Monica stopped laughing, and seemed to be working in her head whether he was telling her the truth or not.

“No, I don’t think…Well it’s a bit strange…No no no! I don’t mean strange, I just…What do you like about them?.

Joseph knew he just had to be fully open and honest.

“I find feet sensual. I love the way they look, when they are nicely cared for. I love the way they feel. I love the way they smell. I love the way they taste.”

Monica cut him off.

“Whoa, whoa , whoa! Did you you say you like the smell, and the taste?! Do you mean you like when they are washed and smell like detergent, or perfumes, or whatever?”

Joseph started to get a little embarrassed. Her reaction came across like she might call him a freak at any moment. It crossed his mind to tell her it was all a joke, but is instinct told him, no guts, no glory. He was going all in, even if his honesty scared her off.

“I’m fine when they smell washed and clean, but what I really like, is when they are sweaty, and stinky.”

Monica’s mind was blown.

“But why?! Stinky feet…Well, they stink! That is not a pleasant smell. I know! My feet smell so bad after a day of wearing my flats!”

Joseph badly wanted to tell her how he would regularly sneak back to the break room to smell her flats, but that might be too much for her to hear all at once, and she might feel he invaded her privacy in some way.

“Well, how should I say this? For guys like me, when we are really attracted to a girl, those smells are sexy. They get us excited, and turn us on. It’s like taking in the girl’s essence. It’s very intimate.”

Monica’s head was moving, as was her mouth, but no word’s were coming out. She had no idea what to say, or think.

Joseph felt he needed to say something.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. If you think I’m a weirdo, I totally understand. Forget everything I said.”

Monica finally found her words.

“No Joseph, I don’t think you’re weird! I really don’t! It’s just, I’ve heard of foot fetishes, but I didn’t know about enjoying them when they stink. It just caught me off guard. And please don’t feel embarrassed. I do need to get home though. My feet are feeling ok now so I’m good, but thank you so much for offering, really!”

No matter what she said, Joseph was embarrassed.

“Ok, goodnight Monica. See you tomorrow.”

Joseph went home a few minutes later. He would normally go into the bathroom at home, and masturbate to thoughts of Monica, but he wasn’t in the mood that night.

For next few days at work, things were a little weird with Monica. They still talked, but both seemed a bit on guard. She also hadn’t stayed after they closed to drink coffee with Joseph. He figured she was too weirded out by him now. He hadn’t even looked at her feet all week, aware that she might be on the lookout for him doing it.

Finally Friday came, and it was quite busy. Lot’s of running back and forth, and the AC hadn’t been working for the last couple days, so it was hot. The shift seemed endless, but they made it through. Monica locked up, and Joseph started mopping. He noticed someone had dropped a wallet after one of the tables, so he got down on his hands and needs and grabbed it. As he was tuning around to get back up, he saw Monica’s feet right in front of him. She was wearing her flats, and not her sneakers. He looked up and Monica was smiling down at him. Joseph stood up.

“Hey, didn’t expect you to be right here when I turned around.”

Monica’s smile got even bigger.

“Sorry if I startled you, but did you notice my shoes?”

Joseph looked down again, and pointed.

“Yeah, i just noticed you aren’t wearing your sneakers. I thought flats make your feet hurt when you have to walk in them all day at work?”

Monica’s kept flashing her beautiful smile.

“It does make them hurt. It makes them hurt a lot. I guess I’m just lucky I have someone to massage them for me.”

With that, she turned around and started walking towards the break room. At the door she turned her head.

“You coming? My feet don’t have all night.”

Joseph tossed the found wallet on the counter, and hurried to the back. When he got there, Monica was already sitting down on a chair, with her cushion on it.

Joseph couldn’t believe this. “Is this really happening?”, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. He didn’t want to ruin this, but he had to know.

“I’m totally gonna give you a foot massage, but just wondering why the change? You seemed a weirded out on Monday.”

Monica looked down at her hands.

“To be honest with you, I was a little weirded out, but all week I was thinking about it, and what you said about why you like it, and about how it’s sensual, and it made me wish my boyfriend Escort Etimesgut wanted that with me. So I asked him yesterday to rub my feet, and his response was, “I don’t want to touch your feet ok! I can smell them from here! I’ll give you money, and you can go pay for a massage.” He really hurt my feelings. It made me feel he was grossed out by me in some ways. I started to think how I wished I had a boyfriend who was into me so much, he welcomed me in all ways, including my stinky feet. Actually, I thought about you.”

Joseph was taken aback. This was so much to process. He had many more questions, but he felt it best not to ask her more at this moment, since clearly she had been bothered by her boyfriend’s reaction. He sat down, and pulled his chair forward. Monica smiled, and without saying a word, she put a foot on each of his knees. Joseph got himself ready. This was his fantasy come true, and it was happening now. He had smelled her flats plenty of times, but now he was going to get to enjoy that smell directly from her sexy, perfect feet. He reached down, and grabbed her right flat by the heel, ready to slip it off.

“Wait Joseph, one thing first. I have to warn you. I haven’t showered since Wednesday, and I’ve kept my flats on the whole time. Even in bed!.”

As she flashed her smile, Joseph’s cock began to swell even more than it already had. Having been told by him, that the stinkier the better, she took it upon herself to make her own feet as stinky as possible. She most definitely was his dream girl.

He smiled at her, and then turned his attention back to her right foot. He slowly pulled her flat off, revealing her magnificent feet. It had been to long since he’d see them.

“How does it look, to a foot fan like you?” She said with a giggle.

Joseph looked her right in the eyes.

“These are the most beautiful feet I have ever seen in my life.”

He meant it, and the look in Monica’s face told him, she believed he really felt that way, but she didn’t believe her feet were that great. Hearing him say that was not only flattering, but it was also kind of a turn on. But it was just a massage, she kept telling herself. She then smelled her foot stench wafting to her face, and she wanted to gag. She knew her feet stank a lot, but not showering, and keeping her flats on for a few days, really took the smell to another level. It was a mix of vinegar, Doritos, and cheese. She didn’t want to look at him, but when she did, she saw a guy who looked like he was in heaven.

“Joseph, you ok? Is the smell too much, because if it is, I understand.”

Joseph looked up and smiled at her.

“Monica, don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s the sexiest smell I’ve ever smelled.”

With that he began massaging her right foot. Monica started to moan, but in pain, as her feet were aching. Joseph looked up at her again.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna work out the aches, and bring in the pleasure.”

Monica smiled and closed her eyes.

Realizing this, Joseph slowly moved his head closer so he could get a better whiff of her feet, even though the smell was so strong, he could smell it the second he puled off her flat. He was in ecstasy, massaging his dream girl’s gorgeous, soft feet. And the smell was heavenly. He wished he could bottle the smell of her sweaty, unwashed feet, and bottle it, so he could take it with him everywhere, to enjoy. After a few minutes he stopped, and pulled off her let flat, and began rubbing that foot.

Monica kept her eyes closed, thinking both about how strange it was that her co-worker was rubbing her feet, but also, how damn good he was at it, and how incredible it felt. He was expertly going back and forth between each, rubbing her heels, soles, and toes. She never thought she would like having her feet touched, this much, let alone love it, as intensely as she was loving it now.

Meanwhile, Joseph was trying with everything he had, to not start tonguing every inch of her feet. He wanted to taste them, and feel them in his mouth so bad, but he wasn’t going to press his luck. Not now at least.

“You enjoying my massage techniques?”

Monica responded, eyes still closed.

“Mmmmm. Yeah, I’m loving it so much Joseph. You weren’t kidding when you said you were good. God, I could go for these everyday.”

Without missing a beat, Joseph replied…

“Well you have a volunteer here.” he said, as he chuckled.

She smiled, and then her head fell back, and she started to lightly snore.

Joseph had done such a good job, and she felt so relaxed, she fell asleep. Joseph thought about continuing to touch and smell her feet, but he wanted her to enjoy it too, and he better get her up so she could go home. He lightly tapped her shoulder.

“Wake up sleepy. My massage bored you into la la land.” Joseph jokingly said.

Monica opened her eyes, and smiled. She stretched, as she started to respond.

“Sorry, it just felt so good, and I am so tired, and…Wait, what time is it?!”

Monica took her phone out really fast, and turned on her screen.

“Dammit, I’m late! I was supposed to meet my boyfriend, and I totally forgot! Sorry Joseph, but I have to hurry.”

Perfect, he thought. He did all the relaxing of her, and her boyfriend was going to get to enjoy it.

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