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Karşı komşum Abdullah bir avukattır ve uzun süredir dostuz. Onun yürüyememesi dost olmamızda etkili oldu diyebilirim. Tekerli sandalyesinde her gün asansörün önünde karşılaşıyorduk. Bir gün onu bana davet ettim. Birlikte balkonda keyifli bir rakı muhabbetine başladık. Bacaklarımı kullanamıyorum ama dedi, sikim hala taş gibi ve uzun zamandır da kimseyle birlikte olmadım. Özellikle de erkeklerle.İçkimizi içerken onun masanın altından önce bacaklarımı okşadığını hissettim. Sonra eli sikimin üzerine Escort Ankara gelince ürperdim. Sikimi avucunda sıktı, sonra da elini şortumdan içeri soktu. Sikim bu arada taş gibi olmuştu ve nabız gibi atıyordu. Apo hadi içeri geçelim dedi. Kendisini yatağın üzerine oturtmamı ve soymamı istedi. Onu tamamen soyduktan sonra benim de soyunmamı ve onun önünde durmamı istedi. Sikimi ağzına almıştı ve elleriyle de götümü avuçluyordu. Parmaklarını götüme sokarken, ağzını iyice açarak iyice Ankara Escort Bayan içine girmemi sağladı. Çılgıncasına emiyor ve yalıyordu. Az sonra ağzının içine boşaldım ve o da hepsini yalayıp yuttuktan sonra şimdi sıra bende dedi. Benden onun sikini ve götümü vazelinlememi istedi; parmaklarını hızla içime soktu. Arkamı ona dönerek sikinin üzerine oturmamı söylemesini heyecanla bekliyordum. O an geldi ve onun siki bir içimde gidip gelmeye başladı. O bir taraftan sikiyor öbür Ankara Escort taraftan da sırtımı şiddetle emiyordu. Gidip gelmeler sırasında bana sikimi elime alıp 31 çektirmemi de söyledi. Muhteşem bir sevişmenin tam ortasındayken, sikinin üzerinden kalkmamı ve yüzüm ona dönük tekrar üzerine oturmamı istedi. Bu kez oturmak çok daha kolay oldu ve onun kıllarını götümün kenarında hissettim. Az sonra o içime boşaldı. Bana üzerinden kalkmamamı, girip çıkmaya devam etmemi istedi. Bir isteği daha vardı. Sikimi vazelinlenmiş göğsüne sürterek boşalmamı istedi. Ben hem sikinin üzerinde gidip geliyor, hem de sikimi göğsüne ve meme uçlarına sürtüyordum. O da benim meme uçlarımı iki parmağının arasında eziyordu. Ikimiz de aynı anda geldik. Onun yüzü ve boynu benim menilerimle ıslanmıştı.

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

“Dr. Lynwood” said Jennifer.

“Yes Jennifer” said Dr. Lynwood.

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

“Wow” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello” said the girl.

“Hello” said Alex.

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

“Alex” he said.

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

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

“Yeah” said Alex.

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

“I…I….” said Alex.

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

“I can’t be doing this” he said.

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

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

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

She whispered in his ear “Fuck me you slut”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that all about?” said Alex.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be right down” said Alex.

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

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

“Well I was hoping I would” said Alex.

“Come on in” she said.

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

“Anything” said Alex.

“Anything?” Amy repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you know that?” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh” said Alex.

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

Amy picked up the phone.

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

Alex took the phone and dialed his room.

“Hello” said Jennifer.

“Hi baby. It’s me Alex. he said.

“Hi baby” she said. “Where are you?”

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

“For what?” she said.

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

“Ok” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s that?” said Jennifer.

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

“Oh” said Jennifer.

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

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

“Well there might be” he said.

“What’s that?” said Jennifer.

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

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

“Inactive soldiers” said Amy laughing.

“Oh.” said Jennifer.

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

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

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

“Wow!” said Amy.

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

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

“Name it” said Amy.

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

“That sounds fair enough” Amy said.

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

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

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

“He likes to get sucked” she said.

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

“We’ll leave them be” said Jennifer.

“You’re coming with me” she said.

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

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

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

Meanwhile back in room 785…

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

“Oh Amy! Oh Baby!” he yelled.

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

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

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

“You were great, Alex” she said.

“You were fantastic” he said.

“Today is my fertile day” she said.

“Well that’s good” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amy could tell that Alex was very excited.

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

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

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

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(Day 12)

When Cindy awoke, she realized that she was sucking gently and rhythmically on the plug locked into her mouth. She couldn’t believe that she was barely awake but already so aroused.

When she turned over, the movement woke Rob, who had apparently only been lightly dozing. Cindy pointed toward her mouth and Rob obliged and removed the plug. He then started reaching for the lock at the back of her hood. Feeling impish, she reached up and stopped him. He looked into her eyes questioningly, but she ignored him, sliding down his body until her head was at his waist, she slipped her hands around his cock and began massaging it slowly and sensuously. As soon as it began to harden, she slipped it into the socket that was her mouth and began licking and sucking it through the cuff that was held in place by her hood.

Rob was in heaven. Cindy was performing beyond his wildest dreams. He knew that last night when he put the hood on her, she wasn’t exactly thrilled and that when he had inserted the plug after she had blown him and had a mouth full of his come, she was upset. Now here she was this morning fully embracing her mouth bondage.

As she worked his cock, he reached over to the remote and set both of her plugs to high speed’.

Cindy paused for a minute, but then resumed working his hard cock, while moaning and squirming under the assault of the dildoes in her two lower holes.

It only took a few minutes more for Rob to fill her mouth with another load of come. Cindy continued to suck until he was dry. Then she too exploded into a huge orgasm. One that had her panting through her nose tubes to such an extent that she had to quickly swallow the load and then pull off of Rob’s cock, so she could get more air through her mouth.

Cindy collapsed on Rob’s crotch while she tried to recover. But the vibrators were still going strong within her. She was soon swept up in another orgasm. Rob reached down and began gently massaging her latex covered head. His touch, through the latex reminded her of her latex slut status and the very thought brought her to yet another orgasm. The third one of the morning, it completely exhausted her. Realizing this, Rob grabbed the remote and turned off the vibrators for the first time in the last 24 hours.

Cindy moaned again, but neither of them knew if it was out of relief or because she missed their effect on her body.

Several minutes later, she stirred and slithered back up to lay on his chest.

They lay like that, resting for an hour, until Rob realized that Cindy’s drool, out of a mouth held open by the hood’s cuff was dribbling down off his chest and onto the bed’s sheets.

Rob gave her a hug then pushed her off and onto her back on the bed next to him. “You relax for a bit. I’ll take a shower and then you can take a long hot bath. You deserve it. We’ll head out when you’re ready. And don’t forget your enema and to clean the suit.”

He then crawled out of bed, and stumbled into the bathroom.

Cindy lay there happily worn-out, wondering what she had become, and how her life could possibly become any sexier. She was living every fantasy she’d ever had, and she thought it was the same with Rob. At least she couldn’t think how he could possibly have any unfulfilled fantasies left. She giggled to herself, thinking that if he did have any others, she would happily participate in satisfying them.

When he emerged from the bath, holding his towel, naked and still dripping, she was again enthralled with how much she loved this man, and how much she loved Paris and everything that they had done here.

Rob walked over to the bed and matched her thoughts. “God, I love you. Thank you for this, for everything. I couldn’t be happier.”

Cindy was in ecstasy. His loving words matched her feelings exactly.

She purred like a kitten as Rob helped her out of bed and began unlocking and undressing her. The first item off, was the hood. She moaned when the cuff was pulled out of her mouth. Her jaws had been stretched open for so many hours, they were cramped and sore. After working and massaging them they settled down to a dull ache.

The removal of her boots, corset, and body suit with its plugs went as usual, leaving her feeling empty and missing the feelings of compression, warmth and restraint.

Finally, nude, she slipped on her mules, and Rob walked her to the door to the bath. He had started the water running after he’d gotten out of the shower, so it was ready for her, now.

He left her there to relax as he got dressed and powered up the TV to watch and try to get caught up on the international news. He hadn’t paid much attention to anything other than his wife and their sexual games for almost two weeks. It didn’t really matter, he realized. Their private little world had been perfect.

An hour later Cindy emerged thoroughly refreshed, with her hair and make-up perfect. She was wearing her mules as she stepped into the bedroom.

Cindy sauntered over to Kızılcahamam Escort Rob, naked and hairless, and bent over to kiss him passionately. “I’m starved. Let’s get me dressed in some sexy latex, and get some breakfast, or is it lunch, now?”

“This late, it’s lunch,” he laughed, “I have your wardrobe all set, my lady.”

Everything was laid out on the bed. She sighed, another day in latex cat suit, corset and hoof boots. But she realized that it was getting easier each day. She was used to the restrictions of the latex, holding her body everywhere in its warm embrace. Her body was becoming accustomed to the limitations the corset enforced, and her legs and feet were not generating as much pain as they once did.

All in all, she was enjoying the outfits, the routine and the sex more and more, constantly aroused, and if this morning’s experiences were any indicator her orgasms were better, more mind blowing than they’d ever been.

She started in with the lube. Again, she would be wearing the black cat suit, Rob must really love those huge breasts, she thought. She also noticed that again the butt plug seemed a bit larger than the previous day’s and it was the vibrating one. She felt a thrill just thinking about the feelings it would deliver. Black latex gloves were also included. The black thigh-high hoof boots were next, followed by the black corset. Each of these were laced tightly and everything was locked on. Over the top another simple but elegant stretchy, sheath dress in emerald green was slipped over her head.

Looking into the mirror she saw a shapely, sexy, latex covered girl.

Rob saw the same thing. He loved the look.

As soon as she finished dressing, they headed out for another quiet walk along the wonderful sidewalks of Paris. Today they headed into the 8th Arrondissement and the wonderful Boulevard Haussmann.

Rob waited until they hit the street, before he turned on the vibrators. It felt like the one in front was on low simmer, while the one in back was on medium distraction.

Cindy felt wonderfully sexy. She was now used to the clip, clop of her pony boots. The tightness of her latex, the breathlessness and restricted movements imposed by the corset, the stares and lustful looks of the passers-by, and of course the constant arousal caused by the vibrators. The humiliation and constant frustration also contributed to the constant demands of her pussy, screaming ‘I want to be fucked, right, this minute’.

They soon found a nice place to sit and have lunch. The food was good and the wine excellent.

The table Rob selected put Cindy on display to everyone walking by, and Cindy in all her glory attracted a lot of attention. She was able to ignore most of it, in part due to her own personal distraction delivered by the vibrators and the light torture of having to sit on the small hard café chair in her restrictive outfit.

After lunch they did more window shopping. Picking up another dress, or two that would fit her latex covered and corseted body.

After a couple of hours Cindy was getting tired, when Rob walked her into a jewelry shop. The shop was empty except for a dignified looking older man, obviously the proprietor and jeweler. He looked up from some work he was performing when they entered and seemed interested, but not particularly shocked when he saw Cindy and her outfit.

Rob looked around until he found a nice but large chain necklace in a display case. Calling the proprietor over, he asked to see it.

Cindy wasn’t sure what was going on, so she just kept quiet and waited to see what Rob was about.

Rob looked at a couple of the chains, and apparently finding one he liked he motioned Cindy over and placed it around her neck. It was intended to be a loose choker necklace with a clasp at the back, and it was solid gold and very expensive. The beautiful necklace was heavy, solid, and its links were oval with a twist and about ¾ inch long. It had about eight inches of slack around Cindy’s slim neck.

Rob asked the jeweler if he was capable of making adjustments to the chain, and was assured that anything was possible.

Rob first asked him to adjust the chain so it was tighter around Cindy’s neck. He didn’t want it to choke her, but he wanted it to be snug. Rob also wanted the clasp removed and a solid ½ inch ring put in its stead. The remaining links would be left to dangle down from the ring. The ring itself would be soldered closed. He also wanted a one-inch ring put in place at the end of the loose length of chain. The Jeweler agreed that it could all be easily done, in just a few minutes.

With the talk of soldering the ring, Cindy realized that Rob wanted the necklace to be permanent. She would be wearing the thing forever, or until it was cut off.

While they waited for the jeweler to gather his tools, Cindy pestered Rob with questions on what he was thinking. He just smiled devilishly and told her that the beautiful necklace Kızılcahamam Escort Bayan was a sign of his love for her and that the cost was nothing compared to how much she was worth to him. He then added that the permeance was another sign of how much they loved each other and how they would always be together. Cindy loved what he said but remained unsure about the permeance aspect.

The jeweler proceeded to measure Cindy’s neck with a cloth tape. He then proceeded to laboriously cut the hard chain to length. He held it up and around Cindy’s neck, just above the edge of her latex and asked Rob if this was the proper tightness. Rob fingered the chain and Cindy’s neck and asked for one more link to be removed.

The jeweler did as request and then put the chain around Cindy’s neck and used a big pair of pliers to close the one, open link. He then looked to Rob for his opinion. Rob said that it was perfect, but Cindy thought it was a little too tight. She could breathe just fine, but when she swallowed, she could feel a little tension on her throat.

When she mentioned it, Rob just told her to relax, it would be fine.

The jeweler then asked Cindy to have a seat in his chair, and bend her head forward. With difficulty, because of the chain’s tight fit, he slipped a piece of heavy cloth between the necklace and the nape of Cindy’s neck. Cindy definitely felt the constriction on her throat, but held still, not wanting to get burned.

He then fired up a small torch and proceeded to solder the last link of the chain closed.

It only took a few seconds, and didn’t hurt Cindy at all. When it was complete, the Jeweler polished the new join, slid out the shield, and declared it finis.

With the necklace securely in place, Rob handed over his credit card, and while the proprietor was completing the payment transaction, he reached up, placing his hands on both sides of Cindy’s face, pulled her to him and gave her a passionate kiss. Coming up for air he said. “you are now truly mine; I own you, forever.”

Cindy wasn’t sure if she loved the idea or hated it. She was concerned that Rob was looking at her as a sex slave. A Latex, fetish sex slave? One thing she did fear is that everyone else would see the chain and believe her to be one. She wasn’t ready to deal with that. She didn’t really think she ever would be…

Looking into her eyes, he turned her to look into a nearby mirror. As she looked at her new jewelry, she realized that the chain, as big as it was, could easily be seen as just a snug choker. The sight made her a bit more comfortable with the thing.

With the purchase complete, they walked out of the store with Cindy’s new necklace feeling heavy and restrictive on her throat.

Not long after, they stopped for a rest and something to eat. As soon as they had settled into their chairs at a small table, Rob looked at her and said, “turn it around.” When she was slow to respond, Rob gave her a look that she knew indicated anger, so she reached up and swiveled her necklace around until the loose length of chain was in front, at her throat. Cindy was embarrassed as she knew that the dangling chain with its ring at the end could easily be interpreted as a leash. She still wasn’t ready to be a sex slave, but apparently Rob wasn’t going to allow her to have any choice in the matter.

The little leash dangled in front of her all through dinner, and during the walk back to the hotel. It added yet another mortification to her already humiliating appearance. As with everything else done to her, or forced upon her in the past weeks, it also turned her on, and had her pussy was dripping and begging for a good fucking.

When they got back to their room, Rob helped her undress, but of course the chain stayed in place. Out of habit, she had slipped on the mules as soon as the boots came off. Seeing her do so, Rob smiled.

She was sent off to get cleaned up and ready for her normal nightly latex outfit.

Back in the bedroom, in her mules, she accepted the night’s outfit with both excitement and a little dread. Even though she was becoming used to all the latex, and enjoyed the feel and compression immensely, the corset and boots were always difficult to live with. She was also starting to realize that Rob was requiring her to wear it always, day and night. How long would this continue, she thought.

Rob had laid out the black body suit. As she pulled it on, she noted that tonight the front vibrator plug was mounted in the crotch, but the rear one was missing. She knew what must be coming. It frightened her, but also interested her, she could feel her pussy getting wet as she thought of one more kink being crossed off her list, and she knew it was one of Rob’s too. She recalled thinking long ago that anal was disgusting and degrading, but with all they’d been doing over the past weeks, her inhibitions were almost totally gone – worn away in a sea of latex, plugs, vibrators and fantastic Escort Kızılcahamam orgasms. She also realized that with the gradual increase in the size of the plugs Rob had required her to wear over the last few days, taking him in her ass shouldn’t be too difficult or painful.

Another 30 minutes later she was fully dressed in her leather under-bust corset and her black hoof boots, all locked tightly in place. She was also wearing the black latex hood and she felt fully aroused and ready for all the sex she could handle.

Rob laid her on her back and reaching over to the night stand set her pussy’s vibrator to the medium speed. He then began hugging and kissing her passionately. They huddled on the bed for quite a while, all the time the vibrator, and Rob’s hands and body were working on Cindy. She was panting and purring like a cat. Obviously ready for a good screwing.

Finally, she begged “Rob, please take me, I’m going to explode if I don’t get an orgasm soon.”

“Oh, poor thing, are you ready to try it in your back door? I’ve been dreaming of it for a while now.”

With only a moment’s hesitation she responded. “Yes, please anything, I need to come, so badly.”

With that, Rob rolled her over and pulled her hips up into the air until she was fully on her knees, but her head and shoulders still on the bed. He unlocked the zipper on her crotch and opened it all the way up to her tailbone, to expose her exciting ass hole. It was open slightly after the last few days of stretching.

This is the degrading part, Cindy thought. Now I’m just a hole for him to use. I can’t see him or touch him. But I need this so badly…

Rob lubed his straining cock with one hand while he grabbed the remote and switched it to ‘high’ with the other.

Cindy moaned in response, and began bucking.

He then began pushing his cock into her slowly and gently, pushing in and pulling out, going farther in with each stroke.

Meanwhile Cindy was feeling the strange sensations. At first it felt like she was pooping. Then as the vibrations in her pussy distracted her, she was able to relax a little and the feelings from her behind started to feel better. She was also enthralled with the feelings of total submission to her man, that she had on occasion fantasized about.

She began playing with her neck chain, fiddling with it with her fingers. It seemed to calm her nerves, as it reminded her of her new-found desire to submit to her husband.

Cindy began feeling Rob’s hips hitting her ass cheeks with each stroke, and realized that he was fully inside her.

When he reached around and began tickling her clit she exploded into an orgasm. Panting and moaning, she was pushing back into him and riding his cock as it pumped in her ass.

After a minute Rob slowed down to allow her to come off her plateau and catch her breath. Then he resumed as he himself approached orgasm. He was loving the feeling of dominance, and the tightness of Cindy’s rear hole. He was over-joyed that she was enjoying this, and was preparing for his own mind-blowing orgasm. When he shot his load into her ass he was panting and moaning as she had been, moments ago. He shuddered like he was having a heart attack.

Rob’s orgasm tripped another one in Cindy. She had never heard him so excited, and that pushed her over the top, for a second time.

Soon thereafter Rob pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, next to Cindy who had flattened on her belly.

They were both spent in that pleasant, orgasmic afterglow.

Rob found the energy to turn Cindy’s vibrator down to low speed, just to keep her happy.

He was overjoyed not only in how good it had felt, but that Cindy seemed to enjoy it also.

Cindy was pleasantly surprised that she had survived the session without any negative feelings. She did feel the submissive emotions she had expected, but she was neither disgusted nor turned off by the experience. She lay blissfully in place on the bed.

Rob crawled out of bed and used the bathroom. When he came back, he broke the mood, “I’m sorry lover, but I think you need to clean up and then spend the night with me, without any latex.”

Cindy sighed, but understood that she would need to empty out Rob’s deposit before too long. So, she crawled out of bed. Rob stood up and unlocked and undressed her, leaving only the chain in place around her neck and hanging down her chest. When she bent to slip on her mules, Rob gave her a hard slap on the butt, making her squeal, and turn to fall into Rob’s arms for a wonderful kiss and hug.

After a while they broke apart and she stumbled into the bathroom where she followed her now normal procedure – enema, shower, hair and makeup. As she showered, working around the chain permanently affixed around her neck, she marveled that it too would be part of her life from now on.

She walked out in her mules, and for the first time in a week, crawled into bed totally naked.

She was flabbergasted when it struck her as weird to be in bed without a latex covering, corset, boots and hood. How could she miss those restrictive and uncomfortable components of her new slut life? She didn’t understand how, but she did miss them.

She was able to fall asleep, exhausted, cuddled in Rob’s arms, against his chest. She slept like a baby.

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In an earlier story, Does Mark Have a Fetish?, Eileen had accused Mark of having a rubber boot fetish, which he did but was loathe to admit it. It would have been safe to say that Eileen was hardly enthusiastic about wearing wellies herself, but on that same rainy day had gone to the mall and found a stylish pair and bought them. In a naughty frame of mind she decided to model them for Mark when he got home that evening. She not only modeled them, but wore just a sexy bra, garter belt, and stockings. She certainly turned on Mark and they had sex, which of course was with Eileen wearing her new wellies all the while.

Some months later winter had passed and Mark had been offered the free use of a fishing camp in Ontario. Having not fished in many years he thought it was a great opportunity to get away and unwind. Surprisingly, when he mentioned it to Eileen, she was equally enthusiastic.

As the weeks went by and they started gathering the things that they’d need for the trip, Mark realized that they still needed to buy a few important items.

“I’ve been putting everything in the spare bedroom until we’re ready to pack,” Eileen told Mark.

“That’s a good idea. I don’t have a written list, but sort of a mental idea of everything that we’ll need to bring,” he said walking to the back of the house to take inventory.

“We are going to be sort of off the grid. Like no TV, no internet, and no indoor plumbing,” Eileen observed.

“It’s going to be roughing it. There will be enough to do just to get through the day. The hot water is made with a kettle on the woodstove.”

“I never thought about that. Actually, I am sort of looking forward to learning a little about fishing. There’s all sorts of pictures of women doing both deep sea and flyfishing. It looks like fun.”

“I completely forgot about you going fishing. I’ve got to order you some hipwaders.”

“Is that your kinky rubber boot fetish speaking again?”

“No, it’s just that if you want to go fishing you need the right gear. Besides, I think you’ll really look sexy in hipwaders.”

“Do they come in any sexy colors? How well will they let me coordinate my wardrobe?”

“I think I have a catalog here, but you can get brown, green, black, or camo. What do you think will work the best?”

Eileen came over to Mark and glanced at the page that he had open in catalog. She carefully read the description for each of the hipwader offerings before concluding, “I think I like the black ones. That color will coordinate better and give me wardrobe options.”

Mark just rolled his eyes at his wife’s last comment. “Only Eileen could think that way!” he thought to himself.

“OK, I’ll order a pair in size 7 for you. You’ll no doubt look really sexy in these,” he replied Keçiören Escort as he dogeared the page for future reference before returning to all the gear that had been laid out on the bed.

The night before they were to set out on our trip, Mark loaded the car and even marveled that they hadn’t totally overdone the quantity of items that they were taking with them. They had their fishing tackle, both of them had their waders, there was a cooler containing food, and, of course, a case of beer. It was going to be a 10 hour drive, but because of the remoteness of the camp meant that other forms of transportation were out of the question.

The next day Mark and Eileen set out early—really early because the sun hadn’t even come up. Yet. While they were anxious to get there, the length of the trip demanded that they pace themselves and not try to set any speed records.

Finally, they arrived at the remote camp. It was even more austere than either had imagined—the word “rustic” would have been a real overstatement for what they found. It was only two rooms: a kitchen/dining space and a bedroom that doubled as a sitting room because it had a huge stone fireplace. Mark supposed that for most of the year people sat out on the screened-in porch to socialize. The kitchen consisted of a cast iron woodstove and if you wanted water, there was a hand pump just outside the door. Illumination was with kerosene lamps and the toilet was an outhouse about 50 feet up a stone path—in other words you had to plan your visits.

They made a fire in the stove and cooked a simple meal before turning in, both of them dog tired from the long drive. However, they did sleep exceptionally well. The next morning they got up and realized that they would have to forgo their regular morning shower, primarily because there wasn’t one.

“I’m anxious to go fishing,” Mark announced to Eileen.

“So am I. Besides I never tried on these new waders,” she replied holding up the shiny black rubber boots before sitting on the bed to pull one on and then the other.

“It looks like they fit just fine,” he observed.

“They do. I like them although I’m not sure that I’ll get to wear them back home unless we get a hurricane and flooding,” she mused as she extended each boot.

“Sweet. You’re a real fashion plate.”

“Oh, now do we have to have that discussion about your rubber boot fetish again?”

“No, let’s just get our things together and go fishing. It’s a beautiful day.”

They got the rest of their gear and only had to trek about 200 feet to the bucolic stream running nearby. Mark gave Eileen some pointers for how to read the stream and how it suggests where fish might be found. It wasn’t a deep stream being only two feet Escort Keçiören at the most, but still the waders were a necessity. After three hours, neither of them had caught a thing. Not even a nibble.

After returning to the camp for lunch, Mark decided to go back out on the stream and see if he could improve on their luck. Eileen had had enough fishing for the day and wanted to go pick some wild blueberries from one of the bushes nearby.

Mark had lost all perspective on time and when he got back to the camp he sat down on the wooden chair on the porch to remove his waders. He had been on his feet almost all day and just wanted to kick back and have a beer. Well, that was his plan, but Eileen had other ideas.

“What do you think of this for a coordinated wardrobe?” she asked from the doorway.

Mark had not heard her approach and when he turned around there stood his wife in just the black hipwaders and lacy black bra—but nothing else. His jaw dropped at the sight of her.

“Some months ago we concluded that you also had a rubber boot fetish and we were right, weren’t we?”

“Well, do you like it or not?” Eileen said with a little pouty face.

Mark looked his wife over from head to toe. Yes, the waders were an interesting touch with the lacy bra and no panties. He had no sooner finished surveying her sexy body when she came over to the chair, sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a passionate wet kiss on his lips.

Mark felt his erection start as he reached for Eileen’s right breast. Not content to feel her thru the bra, he lifted the cup to liberate it so he could suckle her.

“Keep that up, mister, and no telling what might happen!”

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” he said as he moved his hand to Eileen’s thigh. “Hmmm, now that’s a drawback for wearing waders,” he observed.

“Oh, here!” said and exasperated Eileen as she turned down the top of the wader closest to Mark to provide access.

Mark wasted no time in feeling the inside of her thigh and worked his hand further up until he found her pussy. It was no surprise to him that she had already started to get wet and Mark wondered if she hadn’t really started to get horny when first putting the waders on. It didn’t matter because here he was with a sexy, horny wife who only in his fondest dreams was wearing rubber hipwaders.

“So you didn’t tell me that you like my outfit.”

“Oh, I do, I do!” he exclaimed as he inserted his middle finger into her vagina.

“I don’t care if we catch a single fish on this trip. I just had to jump at the chance of getting you away for a few days,” Eileen said wiggling her butt a little at the feel of Mark’s finger hitting her G-spot.

“If we spend a Keçiören Escort Bayan few days doing a lot more of this, I don’t care if we catch any fish either.”

At that Eileen got off of Mark’s lap and laid down on the narrow wooden bench, her feet touching the floor on either side, her legs spread open revealing her pink girl parts. “So now what are you thinking about doing?”

Fortunately, Mark had earlier shed his waders so only had to peel off his jeans and briefs to be ready for the next step. Gosh, but she looked so inviting laying there like that.

Just as he was ready to straddle the bench and enter her, Eileen had to make a request. “I know what would make this even more kinky and that is if you were to put your waders back on,” she asked.

“You are one kinky broad, aren’t you,” replied Mark as he picked up the waders that he had taken off only a few minutes before. “So, who has the fetish? Me or you?”

“Definitely both of us, but if you ever knew how sexy you looked wearing just your camo hipwaders and holding your stiff member ready for action,” she said with a giggle.

Now hipwaders do restrict a certain amount of motion, so Mark didn’t have the easiest time straddling his wife on that bench. Still, after a few moments he very carefully, as to not lose his balance, introduced his stiff member into her waiting vagina.

Eileen thought it felt wonderful and attempted to wrap her legs around Mark, but the boots were both heavy as well as awkward and maintaining balance was even a bigger issue. It was a comical scene and she started to laugh.

“Am I tickling your fancy or are you worried that we’ll both roll off the bench and onto the floor?”

“Actually both, but I was also thinking how when we first dated the rubbers were on your penis and your legs were bare. Now, years later the rubbers are on your legs and your penis is bare.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Mark said as he carefully gyrated his hips as he took pleasure in screwing his wife.

Eileen was getting more excited by the minute. “Oh, please cum. Fill me! Fill me!” she begged.

Immediately thereafter Eileen got her wish and as luck would have it Mark lost his balance and the two wound up on the floor amazingly still carnally coupled, but now with Eileen on top of Mark. That’s when the laughter began and the two were in hysterics just wondering what this bizarre scene must really look like.

Finally, Mark regained his composure and said, “Are you OK? You didn’t get hurt did you?”

“No, I’m fine, but this has to be the most unusual lovemaking that anyone could ever imagine.”

“So you like wearing hipwaders? You’re glad we went on this fishing trip?”

“I do like them, but I don’t care if I wear them in the stream or not. We might have found a new use. What do you say?”

“This is a story we can never tell anyone. For one, nobody would believe us. Second, we would be known as the kinkiest couple ever.”

“Kinky is good. So long as we both have the same fetish.”

“I guess so. Want to do it again?”

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* * * * *

I decided to take to heart the suggestion that I “seek therapy” probably not in the way the advice was intended; nevertheless, I decided to use the suggestion as an idea for a story. Inspiration can come from almost anywhere, can’t it?

While this story is fiction and intended for entertainment purposes only the position of the American Psychiatric Association regarding homosexuality is in fact true. Gay people are considered normal much to the dismay of so many.

Some of you might find offensive the improper relationship between therapist and patient, but how many relationships are among truly equal partners? How many sexual liaisons are prim and proper?

Please don’t read this if you are offended by sexual situations between consenting heterosexual adults, homosexual fantasies, or strap-on sex.

* * * * *

I was ushered from the palatial waiting room to her ostentatious office. I was here reluctantly. I finally decided to seek help, and who better to help me out than a sex therapist?

Extending her hand with a bright smile she said, “A pleasure to meet you. Please have a seat.”

“I thought you would ask me to lay down, you know on a couch.” I said nervously.

“I won’t ask you to lay down … just yet.” She answered cryptically.

I noticed she had her long blonde hair pulled back from her face in a ponytail that drifted down her back. Her black rimmed glasses a contrast to her skins milky whiteness. Her navy blue suit did little to hide her figure.

She noticed my attentiveness and said, “Could you explain to me why you have sought out my services?”

“My current relationship is … and I …. It has to do with … I have a hard time …. You see.” I was making little sense. I was more nervous than a Mafia accountant.

“Hmmm. You should try and relax. I am not here to judge you I’m here to help you.” She said in a reassuring manner.

“It has to do with my fantasies. I can’t fess up when my girlfriend asks, and I really want to share but you see … ” I said with a smidgeon more confidence.

“Why can’t you share you fantasies with you girlfriend?” She inquired.

“I am worried she will think less of me. Maybe even leave me or …. I don’t know.” I stammered once again nervous as my confidence wavered.

She stood up and walked to the window. The sun shined through the bamboo blinds tattooing a diagonal pattern across her svelte figure.

She began speaking, “Some people repress their desires because they are ashamed of them. Shame has many variations from simple shyness to embarrassment these emotions seldom cause us any trouble and help us navigate through a world we share with other people.”

She looked over at me to see if her statements registered.

I nodded in agreement.

She continued, “When shame causes us to repress strongly held desires this is when we have problems. Assuming for the moment that your desires are not to inflict harm on another or break any laws then you have a legitimate need that should be fulfilled.”

I continue to nod in agreement.

She asked, ” Are your fantasies in any way illegal or have to do with inflicting harm?”

“No.” I responded truthfully.

She smiled and said, “Consider a beautiful girl who has just a simple flaw her nose is slightly too large — instead of seeing herself realistically in the mirror she magnifies this imperfection until it is out of proportion to the rest of her body, and it begins to take on a disproportionate importance in her life. That is, she becomes her nose. She thinks about it in the day and has dreams of it at night. She then starts to suffer from diminished self-esteem because her desire to be seen as attractive is thwarted by her Lalahan Escort embarrassment over her nose. The solution isn’t a nose job but addressing her self esteem and image issues. This is an example of how shame can work against our best interests. “

“I understand, so my problem is with my shame over my fantasy.” I commented.

She continued, “Yes, shame is the hold society has on us compelling us to act in a specified way especially when no one is around. Can you break that hold now — can you tell me what your desires and fantasies are.”

I rallied my courage and said, “My fantasy is to be taken, taken anally. I envision a woman with a strapon and …”

She picked up my disappearing sentence, “and she takes you anally. She dominates you and you submissively take it right?”

“Yes, then there’s more. I sometimes fantasize that it’s not her but some guy.” I confessed.

She smiled, put down her pen and paper and said, “Many men, straight heterosexual men have gay fantasies that doesn’t make them gay. Even a desire for anal play doesn’t make a man gay.”

“I don’t know,” I said unconvinced.

She said, “First off, the medical community in general and specifically the psychiatry profession does not view homosexuality as pathology, so there is no need for treatment. We don’t treat homosexuals not because they are beyond help but because they don’t need it — do you understand?”

“Yes, but I like girls,” I said defensively.

“I’m sure you do. I just wanted to state my position and my professions position about homosexuality. When it comes to sexuality there is a wide spectrum of possibilities between being exclusively heterosexual and exclusively homosexual, and it matters little where your desires place you, unless you aren’t being honest with yourself or your partners.” She explained.

“I’m worried about what she will think. She may just leave me thinking I’m a queer and laugh at me.” I said in a worried tone.

She responded, “No lover can satisfy you completely all the time at exactly the right time, this would be a perfect lover and contrary to storybook romances they don’t exist. And chances are your love making will be disappointing if your relationship lacks communication. Couples or partners who have hot kinky sex have excellent communication.” She ended her sentence with a captivating smile.

“I guess you right she might be understanding. Who knows she might just buy a strap-on and bugger me right there on the spot.” I laughed.

“If she leaves you remember that cliché. There are plenty of fish I the sea.” She said.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” I answered.

“You could also choose to fulfill you fantasy through alternate means just to see if it is something you want to pursue and incorporate into your sex life.” She stated in a professional detached manner.

“Yes, that is a good idea, but how.” I asked with a shoulder shrug and palms raised upwards.

“Follow me,” She said with a beckoning finger.

I stood and walked across the room. She pushed on the bookcase and to my surprise it swung inward reveling another room.

“Wow, that’s pretty cool something like you’d see in a James Bond movie.” I said fascinated.

“The room is sound proofed too.” She said stepping inside.

“I could sure use one of these rooms, my neighbors are a pain in the ass they as so noisy I sometimes think they train elephants for the circus.” I said stepping over the threshold.

I asked, “Where are you taking me?” even though I didn’t care I would have followed her anywhere.

“A place where fantasy become reality.” She replied seductively.

She touched a single finger to a panel set in the wall and instantly Escort Lalahan the room was illuminated, and I was amazed at what this room contained.

She waked into the room with me close behind, following the undulating firmness of her buttocks barely concealed under her navy blue pleated skirt.

“If you were to pick the right size for yourself, which one would you choose.” Her hand passed over a collection of dildos of varying sizes, shapes, and colors.

I could feel the feint stirrings of an erection as I looked over that table. I made my selection, and she looked at me with raised eyebrows asking, “Are you sure you can handle it?”

I nodded knowing I could.

She picked up the dildo feeling the weight in her hand, and pointed to the room divider saying, “why don’t you get undressed behind there and then we start.”

“Start?” I asked, dumbfounded at the possibilities that up till now I could only imagine. In a flash, erotic images raced through my mind, the rush of adrenaline began to course through my veins, and my breathing became deeper all in anticipation of things to come.

“I’m going to use this (she held up the dildo) on you, unless you don’t want me to.” She said just loud enough for me to hear. She finished her sentence by pulling out her scrunchy setting her hair free from bondage; it exploded in blond curly locks that cascaded down her shoulders. She shook her head lightly from side to side allowing her long blond hair to separate into its natural part.

“Ok.” I said mesmerized by the sheer radiance of her beauty. I didn’t move I was transfixed to that spot immobilized like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

She licked her upper lip gently and ever so slowly. The light seemed to dance across her shiny lips. Unconsciously, I licked my lips in sympathetic imitation.

She tapped my chest with that obscene instrument and said more forcefully, “Go over there and get undressed — NOW.”

I walked over to the room divider and disrobed quicker than I could have though possible. I stood there naked wondering if she would be disappointed. I peeked around the corner for permission to return.

“Come here my little pet,” her hand made a come hither gesture. She began to slowly disrobe. She started with her navy blue jacket it dropped over one shoulder exposing her bare flesh then she turned her back. She looked over her shoulder and let the jacket fall to the floor.

Her bra snapped off in front but I couldn’t see her breasts.

She slowly wiggled out of her navy blue pleated skirt, once it got past her ass she let it slid down her legs all the way to the floor and stepped away.

Standing with her back to me, clad only in sheer black panties that showed the sublime division of her ass cheeks, reminding me of a ripe peach in summertime, she reached for the tool that would show me what it’s like to be a woman.

She stepped into the straps that would hold it in place, securing it with buckles at her hips.

She slowly turned and I responded with an involuntary gasp. Her womanly figure was contrasted by the life like cock dangling between her legs. I had never seen anything like that before, in real life that is.

Her breasts were firm, exquisite, and worthy of any mans lust.

Our eyes locked, she moved toward me slowly like she was stalking some helpless prey, each step she took caused her pendulous appendage to swing indecently from side to side.

I was so hot I was smoldering, oblivious to anything and everything but her, and that lewd thing between her legs.

I was yielding to her without any care at all. I followed her orders without comment or complaint resigning myself Lalahan Escort Bayan to her ministrations.

I found myself in the humbling position of being on all fours. My ass was exposed as a carnal welcome to her forceful advances. I never knew my lecherous thoughts would ever come to fruition.

She lubricated me with expert hands probing my vulnerability, tightness and receptivity. She heard my encouraging moans and promised me more, much more. I was instructed to stop any self-arousal and surrender myself completely to her.

I obeyed.

The time came when she mounted me from behind her small hands gripping my waist tightly.

I felt the searching hardness.

Sliding up and down the divide of my ass teasing me taunting me.

I arched my back and pushed backward in frustration.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. The taunting and teasing that sent chills across my body in wave after wave.

“Please.” I pleaded.

“Please what? Say it. Tell me what you want'” She asked.

“Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” I said with abandon.

I had to endure even more teasing until suddenly she gripped my hair tightly and placed the head strategically asking, “Are you ready?”

“Yessss.” I hissed with unrestrained lust.

The head slipped passed my resistance and sent a sharp pain shooting through my body. “Oooh god.” I exclaimed.

She stopped all movement and asked, “Are you OK?”

“Yes, just give me a minute.” I said between labored breaths.

Her hands ran all over my ass and body in light strokes that banished every feeling of reluctance my body retained and left only servitude.

She picked up on my readiness and began to slowly feed me inch after inch taking possession of me.

I was reduced to a moaning slut eager to be filled.

She slowly gave me more all the while asking, “is it too much or not enough? Talk to me baby.”

“More,” was my only reply betraying my lecherous need.

“You took it all.” She announced with her hips bumping up against my ass.

She pulled my ass cheeks apart sliding just a smidgeon more up inside. “There now that’s all I’ve got to give.” She said.

She withdrew slowly, abandoning me, leaving behind a void. I groaned in protest.

It felt like she was turning me inside out.

“You’ve got quite a grip on me. You don’t want to let go do you?” She asked mockingly.

When she was almost completely free she changed direction and pushed forward. I moaned again, this time she answered me with the palm of her hand.

Smack! The sound reverberated in my ears.

“Ouch!” I exclaimed.

“You slut you like it don’t you?” She asked me to debase myself.

“yes, yes I do.” I said in a dreamy stupor.

Smack! Smack!

Her thrusting went from sweet and soft to hard and fast over a period of time that seemed like eternity.

This beautiful woman used me as her fuck toy, penetrating me violating me, and I loved it, needed it.

She pulled my hair, bit my shoulder and neck as she drove her cock deep into me. She would talk to me like a common whore asking, “Do you like it slut? Do you?”

Her foulmouthed attacks on my dignity increased in intensity to match her forceful thrusting, “Do you like it up the ass you little whore? Just imagine I’m a real man back here fucking your ass would you like that?”

I always answered her with yes and more.

My body began to spasm with an orgasm of such intensity that I almost blacked out. She continued to piston in and out causing me more feelings of pleasure that spread outward from ass all over my entire body until I couldn’t take it anymore and pleaded for her to stop.

She withdrew from my ass leaving me gaping with indignity and satisfaction. I stood up on shaky legs.

She eyed me with a look of accomplishment and said, “That was quite pleasing. I enjoyed that. I think I’ll reduce your bill accordingly.”

My whole body trembled.

All I was capable of was a feeble, “thank you.”

~ The End (?) ~

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