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Dragoness Girlfriend

For Kayllik

By TheSpiralledEye

While rifling through his college roommates things Ryan finds a phial of mysterious liquid which he assumes will make him smarter. That soon proves to be the wrong assumption as he starts growing wings and a tail…not to mention a huge pair of tits.

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There were loads of benefits to coming from a rich family when it came to college; Ryan never had to worry about debt or being expelled for bad behaviour for example. One call to daddy and his worries disappeared. The one thing dad’s money couldn’t buy though, were good grades; he knew he’d tried it. His professors were all so shabbily dressed you’d think they would have happily taken a few hundred dollars and quietly changed his Ds to As but no. Instead he got sent to the academic integrity board and had to spend weeks being scrutinised until his father finally made the calls necessary to call off the wolves.

He’d thought that would be the end of it but his father had decided to punish him for causing so much trouble. Now he was stuck sharing a dorm on campus rather than the comfortable apartment he was used to. At first he’d been grumpy about it; he’d never had to share anything in his life after all! Now though, he saw the situation for what it was, an opportunity. If the teachers couldn’t be bribed he was going to have to improve his grades another way.

The fact that his new room mate was taking the same computer science degree as him was perfect. He’d faked being sick this morning to ensure the room would be empty and he could get to work copying the guy’s answers.

His roommate Nigel was about as typical a nerd as you could get. He looked like one of the loser characters out of those eighties films; thick glasses, no social skills and a pallor that suggested the dude only saw sunlight in the brief walks between classes. Ryan hated rooming with him; his chemical experiments stank out the house and he insisted that Ryan not work out or play his music because it was distracting or could disturb his experiments. Loser.

Still, he was at the top of their class in computer science, chemistry and physics so at the very least, stealing his work was going to be fruitful. Ryan searched through his desk, finding a number of terms papers that would be perfect. If he could just copy the basic stuff then run it through a few online generators to make sure it was worded differently enough; he’d be golden. He gathered the papers and then noticed something, the bottom drawer of the desk was strongly cold, he could feel it through the bottom of the higher drawer.

Curious, he opened it to find that the drawer was in fact a mini fridge, the kind that opened from the top. A grin crept across Ryan’s face; that bastard, he’d been holding out on him! Getting alcohol into the dorms was such a pain thanks to security but Ryan was willing to bet they never even checked Nigel’s bags since he was such a goody two-shoes.

Figuring he could pay the guy back later Ryan opened the fridge in the hopes of grabbing a beer only to be surprised. Instead of cans or bottles there were what looked like phials of neon glowing liquid. Each labelled with a formula that Ryan couldn’t hope to understand. There was a notebook squashed between the wall of the drawer and the minifridge which he grabbed. Most of it was just as incomprehensible as the formulas but there were a few notes he could make out.

‘Xb-2 successful, effects wore off within the hour, look to improve duration.’

‘Xb-4 unsuccessful, produced only physical changes.’

‘Xb-7 successful, mental changes strong and long lasting, must now pair with physical.’

Several of the phials were empty, and a realisation came to Ryan’s mind.

This was how Nigel was so smart. He was juicing! He’d heard of guys doing steroids at the gym to build their muscles; he’d never considered nerds might do the same for their brains. By the looks of it he was trying to make himself hotter or something too.

Ryan rummaged through the freezer, ignoring the labels that matched Nigel’s note until he found one, bright orange and bubbling that read ‘Xb-10’. It had to be his latest concoction. If he drank this maybe he could even understand Nigel’s essays and copy them so well nobody would ever realise, hell, maybe the professor would think Nigel copied him!

With a grin he downed the liquid and did his best not to cough as it ran down his throat. Despite being water and thin the liquid was oddly viscous and seemed to stick in his throat, requiring several swallows to get down. When he finally did he smiled, waiting for some sort of sign that he was getting smarter. He sat down at the desk and looked over some of the essays, finding them just as boring and hard to read as before.

For a few moments he drummed his fingers on the table, waiting for the moment when he would yell ‘Eureka!’ and Hüseyingazi Escort be able to understand what the hell was written on this paper but it didn’t happen. The dull thudding of his fingers began to drone on and on until suddenly, he noticed the sound had turned sharp. With a furrowed brow he looked down at his hands and drummed them once more. The sound of something clinked against the wooden desk and he lifted the appendage to his face.

It was his nails. They were oddly sharp, pointed even, as if he’d filed them into little claw-like triangles. That was weird; he was sure they were rounded normally. Then, to his shock he watched as before his very eyes they stretched out a little further, the tiny points curving inwards slightly almost like talons. They also had an odd tinge of colour to them. It had to be a trick of the morning light right? Why else would they look orange?

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, that warm feeling in his stomach had turned solid and he was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, drinking a strange chemical found hidden inside his roommate’s desk wasn’t such a great idea. As if bought on by the thought his stomach suddenly lurched and Ryan found himself leaning forwards on the chair with a groan as it churned. He felt as though a pressure was forming inside him, pushing down toward his butt. He couldn’t help but strain, his lower back aching as though something were sitting on it. He looked back over his shoulder and his jaw dropped. His jeans had turned tight as beneath them his ass was starting to grow.

“Oh God…what-NNNNGGGH!”

The words failed him as he felt his hip bones begin to widen, he could feel his jeans struggling to contain him as they got bigger and bigger, his butt expanding alone with them. The fabric cut into him almost painfully for a moment before finally starting to tear. He watched as wide swathes of fabric tore open to reveal a shiny, bubbly butt that was…white? Not Caucasian, white. The skin beneath was far shiner than it should have been, no wait…that wasn’t skin at all..

“Scales?!” He exclaimed, “What the fuck is this stuff! Ooooh, oooh that pressure….fuck it’s building….I can’t help it I have to push.”

He did, his lower muscles contracting until he felt that pressure at his lower back meet its zenith and he felt something begin to grow out of him. It was thick, taking up much of his lower back but began to get thinner and thinner as it grew. It was heavy and big, coated in more of that white scales with a yellow leathery underside; it was a tail.

“F-fuck s-stop,” Ryan begged himself, “S-stop pushing…”

But he couldn’t, the instinct was too strong and with each push his tail got larger and larger. It hurt, as the muscles burned but it also felt good. Really good. Far better than Ryan wanted to admit. Each second he felt his resistance slipping as he bore down on himself, forcing more and more of the tail out until it was almost twice the length of his entire body. Or at least, it was.

With a crack he felt something changing in his spine; it was elongating, his legs stretching to fit as his legs became longer and thick. His thighs growing to match and support his now heavy ass. There was another snape and Ryan cried out in shock as in turn each of his legs seemed to break; yet, there was no agony, instead he could feel the bones knitting themselves back together, forming digitigrade legs. In shock he stood, stumbling slightly as he tried to keep his balance and finding he had to rely on the tail for help.

“Oh god, what’s happening, Nigel what the fuck have you done?”

Those scales were spreading all over his body now, he was naked from the waist down thanks to his new hips and butt, so he could see the white coloured rash spreading up his skin, sealing it beneath shiny snake like scales. He could feel them, spreading up his back but when they reached his stomach something else seem to happen. His skin stiffened, turning tough, yellow and oddly ridged, like the underbelly of some sort of reptile.

That same instinct was forming again, the need to push but this time it was coming from his back. Ryan fought it; enough was enough he refused to let whatever weird fetishy potion Nigel had made take over his body.

“I won’t! I w-won’t…oh fuuuuuuck I can’t help it!!”

His thrust out his chest, his back muscles constricting as two new growths formed them. Or should he say four; for as the growths on his back began to form, two other mounds were appearing on his chest. Soon he was pumping, back arching back and forth as he alternated thrusting his chest and back forward. The air rushed from his lungs and he was helpless to stop himself as two huge, heavy tits began to grow on his chest. He found himself on all fours, shirt ripping to tatters as two huge, scally wings burst forth from his back, allowing him to look down and see his new boobs in detail.

They were large, Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan far larger than any woman’s he had seen and bright, shiny yellow to match his new skin and scales. He saw them and arousal swirled inside him; he hated it, he didn’t want to be turned on by this! He didn’t want to feel his cock turning hard or his balls tightening and shrinking until-hang on, shrinking?

He hung his head, looking down at his cock on all fours and to his horror, saw that indeed it was growing smaller and smaller by the second. His mind suddenly made the connection, the wide hips, the peachy ass, the huge breasts…

“N-no, not that! Plea-aaaaaah!”

His cock disappeared, melting into his new scaly groin before it opened up into a beautiful, womanly flower. Oh fuck, he had a pussy and he could feel it, wet, sensitive…throbbing. The pleasure and pain of the change was making him lightheaded. He wanted it to stop but he needed it to continue.

How whole body writhed; feet bursting out of his shoes, nails turning to talons, he could even feel his teeth getting sharper. His mouth hung open, panting for breath and groaning as it grew longer. His nose melted into a snout that shot hot breath as his nostrils flared.

“M-my head! Ugh, not again, I can’t push again…”

But he did, he thrust his head back and forth, waving it side to side like a horse as two thick, boney horns grew out of his head and delicately curved above it. His skin was itching, stretching as he grew bigger before hardening with a coat of white scales. He expected the spread to continue only for it to mysteriously stop when it reached his skull. For a second he breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps this awful process was finally over and he could deal with the lingering, shameful horniness it bought. But he was wrong.

“Ahhhh….ahhhhh h-hisssss.” His tongue turned thin and forked, poking between his sharp teeth.

He could feel something moving inside him, below the skin, it almost felt like something was flowing in his veins, even in his eyes. He watched as the world took on a strange blue tint, eyes seeming to become crisper as his vision focused. Just in time for something black to flop down into his vision. A tingling sensation was coming from his skull and at first he thought perhaps the scales were spreading there. More black joined and Ryan realised with a shock that it was hair. Long and flowing, cascading down his shoulders like a river.

He dug his taloned hands into his skull, wincing slightly at their sharpness before marvelling at the silky texture his hair now had.

“What on Earth?” He gasped, confused to hear a strange, almost reverb effect added to his voice. It sounded almost…mechanical? Not to mention very, very female.

The shock of everything finally wore off and he clambered to his feet awkwardly. He was much taller now, he had to be close to seven foot tall in fact. That along with the great wingspan and tail made moving around in the cramped dorm room very difficult. Somehow, he managed to manoeuvre himself to the bathroom, squeezing his wings in close to his body in order to duck and fit through the door frame.

The mirror showed the most amazing creature staring back at him, it took his breath away and made confusion run rampant. That…creature, it couldn’t be him surely? The woman in the mirror was voluptuous, huge wide hips with a heavy ass and the breasts to match; yet she was covered in white scales that matched her yellow and orange underbelly. Her eyes were the most vibrant hue of neon blue and the whites of her eyes were ironically just the opposite; sleek, midnight black. Her head was reptilian, complete with horns and together with the tail and wings Ryan realised what he was looking at. A dragon, a humanoid, beautiful dragon. Or was it dragoness? He had to admit, he wasn’t quite up to date on the gendered words for mythical creatures.

“I’ll kill him,” Ryan hissed, “I’ll kill Nigel for this, what the fuck sort of stuff is he into!? I’ll use these claws to scratch that handsome face with ribbons! That handsome…pale face.”

He shook his head in confusion. He didn’t think Nigel was handsome! Well, now that he was thinking about it he did have a sort of niche appeal. His cheekbones were sort of nice and sharp and his smaller build made him look a little more approachable. Ryan bit down on his lip in confusion. What the hell was wrong with him, he was getting turned on thinking about Nigel of all people?

His new dragon pussy was turning from damp to wet no matter how hard he tried to stop it. His tail lashed in irritation, knocking over items along with his wings as he tried to pace in the confined space. Stupid Nigel and his stupid sexy body making him flustered! He couldn’t blush, not with these scales but he could feel the heat building beneath them. It couldn’t escape so instead it seemed to focus inward, making his new womb ache. He felt Escort Hüseyingazi empty and wrong, like something was missing.

Then, a click. The sound of a key in a lock and he turned just in time to see Nigel open the door. He was his usual self; crisp button up shirt, sensible trousers and a tie over pale skin and mousy brown hair. His grey eyes were hidden behind the thick lenses of his black frame glasses and yet; Ryan felt a quiver go through him. Never in his life had he been so turned on by the mere presence of another person.

His nostrils flared and tasted the masculine scent in the air and breathing it in deeply. It was like a drug, making his mind slightly foggy and his knees weak. Without thinking his wings spread and Ryan puffed out his chest; to his humiliation he realised he was preening. Like a damn peacock trying to attract a mate. Nigel’s eyes went wide.

“Wha-Who…? Oh no, Ryan?!”

“Yes!” He hissed, trying very hard to be angry.

“Why did you go into my desk?” Nigel yelled, Ryan had never heard the man speak above a reedy whisper before now and it sent a shiver through him.

It felt…wrong, seeing Nigel unhappy. It made him feel oddly guilty even though he was the one who’d been turned into a freak by this hot nerd’s experiments.

“I was looking for…notes. To help me with assignments.” He muttered, stepping forward. “I thought it would make me smarter but instead it’s just making me…hornier. Literally.”

He tapped one of his talons to his head, scraping it along his horn.

“Which one did you drink?” Nigel asked seriously, “Not the orange one right, that one wasn’t finished yet!”

“…oops.”

“Fuck.”

Ryan shivered again, that word put such ideas in his pretty little head. Nigel walked past and Ryan watched as his eyes looked him up and down, lingering on his breasts. He felt an odd sense of pride, seeing the arousal they sparked in him and his nipples went stiff in response.

“M-Maybe you should put some clothes on.” Nigel said, looking away and fiddling with his glasses. “That uh, solution contained an aphrodisiac, so…yeah.”

“Oh, is that why I think you’re so hot all of a sudden?” The words escaped before he could stop them and Ryan felt more heat gather behind his scales.

He was mortified; the last thing he wanted to admit was that he found Nigel sexy, not even to himself. Still, the idea of putting on clothes, confining his aching pussy or covering up his supple breasts…no, that didn’t sound nice at all.

“Why would you even make something like this?” He asked, following to lean over Nigel’s shoulder as he looked over his notes, “How did you make something like this?”

“It’s part genetic alteration, part nanotechnology.” Nigel explained, seemingly happy to have something else to focus on that wasn’t Ryan looming over him. “So essentially you are part cybernetic, the nanobots help stimulate physical growth and introduce the splice genomes into your system-“

Ryan stopped listening to Nigel’s words and instead focused on his voice. There was something sensual about it, the cadence seemed to carry in an odd way that mesmerised him, paired with the weakness in his knees from earlier Ryan found himself leaning forward slightly without even realising.

“See, personality plays a part as well, greedy people are probably more affected since the dragon’s hoarding nature-uh…Ryan?”

“Mmmm?”

“You’re ah, y-your breasts are right on my back.”

So they were, he hadn’t even realise he was pressing his new feminine draconic form up against the man until he pointed it out. He could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt and it made Ryan’s pussy clench. No! He didn’t want Nigel, he didn’t want any man! He just…he was just so horny right now it was hard to think straight. He tried to distract himself.

“Nanobots right, ummmm, why did you say you made them again? Why would anybody need a potion that turned them into a nanotech dragon girl?”

“Well,” Nigel blushed, “I was going to give it to my girlfriend, once it was finished of course!”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryan gaped, he was equal parts shocked and jealous. Who was this woman? This harlot who threatened to steal his Nigel from him.

His Nigel? What the fuck why was he even thinking like that. Oh Gods. He couldn’t help himself, he pressed his body up against Nigel’s back again. Some primal part of his new lizard brain was taking him over, the jealousy it called him to claim what was his.

“Whaaaaaaat are you doing?” Nigel said in a high pitched voice as Ryan’s arms came round to encircle him.

“I don’t know.” He moaned, “I can’t stop.”

His tail coiled around the man’s legs and he felt a shiver go down Nigel’s spine. He could feel the man’s heart beating in his chest and Ryan couldn’t help but press himself against him harder, enjoying the way his nipples tingled thanks to the pressure.

“F-fuuuuck I want you.” Ryan moaned helplessly, taloned hands gently slicing down Nigel’s shirt to remove it before grabbing at his hips, “Want you so badly.”

“It’s the n-nanotech, it’s reacting with your personality, dragons are naturally greedy and well, no offence you’re sort of a greedy asshole so now you-OOoohh, w-what are you doing with your tail?”

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was mine now.

***

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

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

“Another flawless landing, Mini.”

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’ll worry,” she shot back.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And this delicate flower-“

“Shut up,” she said.

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

“Hi, Chrys,” said Torrin.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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Jane worked for a company on the floor above mine. I was a marketing rep and she held a similar position at her company but she was involved in the medical field I dealt with pretty boring consumer products. We had met on the elevator a few times before we finally went for lunch together and then on a few dates.

We were both single. Well she was widowed and I was divorced. A result of my philandering ways. It cost me plenty but I had moved past it and I believed my ex, Sharon, had also, as we were still friendly though saw each other rarely.

Jane, like me, was her early 40’s and we seemed to click on many levels. We enjoy the theater, dancing, rock and roll music, dining out and hot sex. We loved trying new things in the bedroom and would often tie and tease each other until the wee hours of the morning.

I still dated a couple of others and thought that she was doing the same. I mean we never discussed being exclusive so why not. It would not have bothered me if she did. I guess men and women just don’t think the same way about those things.

Halloween was coming and I agreed to go with Jane to her friends party. She said she had our costumes picked out and although she would not let me know what they were I was to take the day off from work and be at her house at noon to start preparing. Always up for a fun party I had no problem with that. I knew she would come up with something fun for us.

Jane was a statuesque red haired beauty. At 5’10 with long hair and a great gym fit body was the envy of most men and women that gazed upon her. I was only 5’7′ with a decent build but could afford to drop a few pounds. I was a good looking guy but most women considered me “cute” as opposed to handsome. I more than made up for what I lacked in the manly looks dept. by my great personality and wit. As a holdover from my days in a rock band years before I still had my shoulder length hair and and was a fairly accomplished musician.

I arrived at Jane’s’ on Halloween day as expected finding her in a silky sheer nightgown with a tiny g-string panty underneath. She handed me a robe and told me to strip and put it on, which I wasted no time doing as my 7 inches hardened at the sight of her. She lit a nice joint rolled from her medical pot and we had a glass of wine. She told me we were going to shower together before continuing our day.

Pleasantly stoned I followed her to her bedroom where I took off my robe and we embraced for a deep kiss. She then disrobed as I gazed upon her beauty. Pointing to my hard cock she told me to forget it as there would be plenty of time to use it later. She handed me a blindfold saying she wanted me to just feel the pleasure as we showered. She led me into the bathroom and helped me into the tub.

I was still excited thinking about how hot and kinky this day was starting and how great it promised to be. She told me to put my hands up over my head and before I knew it she had them secure in handcuffs she had placed around the shower head. No wonder she wanted be blindfolded. The water was freezing at first when she turned it on causing a yelp from me and my cock to shrink before it started to warm up a couple minutes later.

The water went off and I felt fer hands caressing me. Spreading shower gel all over me from chest to toe. Lovingly spreading it around my chest and crotch. Bringing my cock hard once again. With a hard slap to my ass she reminded me I didn’t have her permission to get hard again.

“Don’t go anywhere darling, I will be right back.”

“Yes my lady.”

I waited and waited and started to feel a burning tingle all over my body. Jane finally returned and put the joint to my lips and with a laugh, told me to suck. I took a deep hit and she unbuckled the blindfold and turned on the water. As I exhaled I watched what little body hair I had wash down the drain as Jane stepped in and unlocked my handcuffs. We slowly washed each other and I made my way to my knees and licked her beautiful cunt and clit until she could no longer hold back and her delicious juices filled my mouth.

“OK my smooth lover time to dry off.”

We dried each other in fluffy pink towels and went back to the bedroom.

“So what are the costumes for tonight honey, you haven’t told me yet.”

Pulling some items from her closet she said, “jeans and leather shirt, some leather chaps and these boots, I am going as a biker.”

“Wow that looks pretty hard core. And what about me?”

“You dear are going to be my biker chick, my hot wife. A loving slut to your hot biker dude. And you are going to do a great job of it without complaint. Wanna know why? Of course you do. Because when its done you are gonna have such incredibly hot sex. Such unbelievably amazing sex. It will be like the worlds gonna end tomorrow and its the last sex you will ever have and it will be so fucking awesome you will never forget it. That’s why!”

“Wow you really seemed to have put a lot of energy into this. How can I refuse an offer like that? Mamak Escort So where’s my outfit?”

“You don’t get to see it yet. Get dressed in your clothes we gotta go out for a bit to do some prep work. When we get back I will dress you.”

After dressing she led us to her car and we soon pulled into a small strip center not far from her home. We got out and she led me into her regular beauty salon Curl Up & Dye. Upon entering I saw it was quite busy being Halloween. All the stylists were in costume. Kittens, Lions, an Oktoberfest waitress, Freddy. Jane was greeted and led to a hair stylists chair. I was led to the nail area.

For the next 2 hours I was pampered and prettified. After a wonderful pedicure and foot massage my toe nails were a deep bright red My fingers were next and as they were started Jane came back over. She was still wearing the tunic top and leggings she had worn here but now her long red hair looked a greasy mess of red and black. Her face sported a professionally applied mustache and shaggy beard. Her brows were bushy and over grown.

“What do you think Phil?”

I was shocked but told her it was amazing but wasn’t it a bit much for a party at a friends house. As she was explaining that it was also a charity fundraiser and had a $1000.00 prize and special gift for the winners, I noticed the nail tech adding length to my nails.

“What are you doing to my nails? That looks really long?”

Mi-Lin, the nail tech said they were acrylic extensions. She said she would cut them down before finishing them off. Jane told her that 1/2″ would be fine. Mi-Lin soon finished and my now very long very strong nails matched my red toes. Except my ring fingers that had a sparkle coat added to them. She said it was called party nails.

I was taken to the shampoo area and my hair was washed as I looked at my nails with some concern. When I was soon seated in my stylists chair the lady next to me said. “”Wow you are very brave to get nails like that. Those acrylics last for weeks.”

I called out for Jane but was told she went next door to the convenience store to get some snacks. The chair was tilted back and the stylist started combing and cutting my brows shorter with a tiny brush and scissor. She soon applied some warm wax and pressed a strip of cloth down on it. Ripping it free it felt like my brows were totally torn away. She reassured me they weren’t and did the other eye. I was told how much better they looked and reminded they would grow back soon.

I didn’t realize how much Jane wanted to win this contest and decided that the promise of that nights sex would be worth it to just go along with it without complaint.

I was turned away from the mirror and saw Jane return. As my hairstyle was beginning to take shape she handed me a drink and said how hot my nails and brows were. She couldn’t wait for me to be finished. I did ask about the permanency of the nails and she just said I could cut them off when we were done.

As my stylist finished and turned me to the mirror I was shocked to see my shoulder length hair was now cut in a very feminine bob. Not really long enough to pull back into a ponytail as I preferred and no way to hide the very sexy lady’s style. I was disappointed by knowing I would have to cut my hair off before going back to work.

“With that look I think you will now be called Felicia. We can’t really call you Phil anymore can we?”

So with my feminized face and men’s clothes, and Jane in her feminine clothes and bearded face we headed back to Jane’s place. Into her bedroom we went and our clothes were quickly off as she directed my mouth to her pussy. She was so hot and moist I felt like I was in heaven as I licked and caressed her clit and brought her off multiple times. She only yelled at me twice for poking her with my now much longer nails. She finally had enough and we quickly went and rinsed off in the shower.

She pulled a box from the closet saying it was time for me to dress. She handed me something called a gaff and told me to put it on and it would hold me smooth. I was too stiff to tuck myself in the way she said and she came over to help me out.

She held my dick and told me to look up. As I did she took the flat side of her hairbrush and smacked it down on my cock. 3 hard strikes and I was howling in pain. But it did the job and she got me tucked tight, telling me to be a good little slut and behave. Next was a black panty girdle with red trim and 6 garters hanging down from it. This was even tighter than the gaff and now I looked as smooth as any natural female.

“Isn’t this a bit much? After-all I will have a skirt on too ya know.”

She started rubbing my smooth crotch making me breath hard as she whispered softly in my ear. “You are my little biker bitch tonight, Felicia, and you will do what you are told or be treated like one starting now. I suggest you save your energy for the party.”

“Yes Miss Jane.”

And I think you better Mamak Escort Bayan start calling me Lou. That way you will have enough practice not to make a mistake later.

“Yes I like that Lou’s Bitch. Lol.”

Fishnet stockings were next and they were attached by 3 garters each. I realized going to the bathroom later would be difficult. Lou then produced a black and red corset that matched the panty girdle. She fitted it around me and laced it up so I thought I wouldn’t be able to breath. I was instructed to take small breaths into the top of my chest and I would be OK. The bit of flab I did have on my front pushed up and completely filled the B-cup bra built into the corset. I would have plenty of cleavage to show of tonight it appeared.

A short denim skirt was buttoned around my waist. Little bits of fringe tickled my legs. Some tacky rings and necklaces, some bangles on my wrists and huge hoop earrings were next. Then came the shoes. Fuck me red pumps with a 4 inch heel. She slid them on my feet and wrapped the ankle straps around and buckled them. Then Lou pulled out a couple of padlocks and locked them on.

“You better get up and start practicing your slut walk now bitch.”

Lou pulled out another joint. Saying she would do my makeup after she dressed she started to dress herself. I saw her pulling straps up her legs and then fit a realistic looking dildo into it. One end was gently placed to give her the most enjoyment and then the 8 inch cock hung out like the real thing. She pulled on a pair of boxers before a pair of men’s jeans and biker boots. Next she used a sports wrap to compress her breasts as much as possible as she has a beautiful C-cup chest.

Over this went a men’s denim styled leather shirt and a leather vest. I was so hot from watching her as I stumbled around trying to learn to walk again. There was no way I could get hard trussed the way I was. Dammit!

She finally had me sit and started on my make up. When I was done I had waterproof mascara (she said she didn’t want it to run later), Blue eye shadow and dark liner extending well past my eyes. My lips matched my nails and she said the lipstick was good for 24 hours.

I looked in the mirror and saw a total slut looking back. The typical television biker bitch and next to me was my biker dude Lou. Someone would have to go a long way to beat us tonight.

We had some light snacks as there would be plenty of food at the party. It was nearing go time and I must say I was a bit nervous going out looking like this. At least she didn’t have a Harley.

I put the snacks away in the Kitchen and went to the living room to get the small purse she prepared me and saw Lou sitting in a straight back chair.

“Come here Felicia.”

“Yes Lou.”

Catching me off guard he pulled me over his lap and with hardly any protection on my end he started spanking me with a small wooden paddle. I was kicking my feet and crying hardly able to breath in the corset.

“That’s to make sure you understand you are my bitch tonight and will do everything I say with out thinking. Got It?”

“Yes Master Lou.”

I patted my tears dry and Lou said there was one more thing to do before we left.. He turned me around and tightened my corset even more, admiring how she thought it made me look sluttier. As if that was possible.

We headed off to her friends party. It was in a mini mansion in a gated community. Being close to 9 there weren’t many trick or treaters still around but there were many cars parked around the her friends home. A large sign out front welcomed guests to the charity ball. We were greeted warmly at the door by a French maid and a butler. It was Jane’s friend Carol as the maid and her hubby Ron as the butler. We were given little # tags to put on for the costume voting later.

I finally found out the charity was for the local women’s shelter and there was a table with gifts for a silent auction fundraiser. Jane, rather Lou, told me she had already sent over a piece of artwork for the event.

The costumes were awesome. With many of your usual Dracula and Wonder Women outfits, French maids and pirates. Even 3 other guys dressed as bikers but none as good as Lou. Saloon girls and beer maidens and cowboys. Knights of the realm and a princess. Looked like I was the only slutty biker chick.

As I went to get us drinks from the bar I noticed Lou talking with an apparent Leather Mistress with a Zorro type mask on . As I approached them with our drinks I could see she had a really hot body accentuated by a leather corset and hot-pants over legs that seemed to go on for miles. A crop and paddle hanging from her belt and hand cuffs on the other side. Totally hot if you are into that kinda thing. And Lou and I certainly were.

“Kneel here and wait to serve me my drink bitch.”

She pointed to her feet and as I knelt she pulled the other woman to her and kissed her deeply. Her tongue invading the Mistresses mouth. I moaned Escort Mamak as I felt the pain of not being able to get hard in my girdle and gaff and watched. The Mistress she was kissing seemed a little familiar, but I could not place her. When they finally separated I handed Lou her drink as she introduced me to her dear friend Mistress Helga

Yes, she did look familiar but her German accent told me I was wrong. I guess I just wish I knew her. Lol.

The evening was going smoothly with drinks and vapes being enjoyed by all. The auction results were announced and then the costume contest. Lou and I were called to the front of the room with 2 other finalists. Wonder Woman was one and the saloon girl in a gorgeous purple satin period dress was the other.

The Maid/Hostess was Master of Ceremonies and was assisted by her hubby/butler. He held his hand over each contestant looking for applause. Our applause was the highest and Lou was presented with the winner check and a small package. Lou immediately donated the winners check back to the charity and we went back into the group to much applause.

Many were shocked to find out that Lou, with the large bulge in his pants was actually Jane and that I was a male.

After a few more drinks and some finger food Lou pulled me to a quiet corner.

“Okay Felicia, you have been wonderful so far tonight. Let us hope it continues. Remember I told you that you would have the best orgasm of your life tonight? Well it’s almost time to make that happen. You are going to cum like never before and possibly like never again!”

That had an ominous ring to it but I was too horny to care. I just wanted to get my cock out of these pantys and into Jane. She said we were going to a pvt room upstairs that had been set aside for us. I was told to grab us each an extra drink and meet her by the stairs. When I got there she was waiting with Mistress Helga, the 3 biker guys and Alice in Wonderland.

“Where are we going Sir Lou?”

“Its Halloween bitch! You are going to Hell!”

They all laughed at that and hustled me up the stairs to a room at the back of the home. As we entered it appeared to be a hidden home dungeon. Chains and whips on the walls and orange candle all around. Fake bats hanging from the ceiling and cobwebs in the corners. Comfy chairs surrounded a large padded bench and a cot. Straps attached to both in all manners. I took in as much as I could before Lou spoke softly to me.

“You pleased me tonight my sissy bitch and now you get your reward. You will be rewarded with your orgasm soon but first you will be Lou’s toy and put on a private show for our little group. Be careful though you may never want to be Phil again when we finish.”

As she said that a cloth was placed over my mouth and nose. I couldn’t tell what it was and tried to struggle away when I realized that 2 of the biker dudes were holding me tight. I could do nothing but inhale the fumes. I felt weaker and hornier with every breath I took. How could that be? What is that stuff?

“Yes my slut enjoy sniffing that sissy sauce. Take it deep and be my helpless sissy now.”

I felt my clothing being removed. My skirt dropped to the floor and my shoes were unlocked and removed. My garters were unclasped and the panty girdle and gaff came off. In just the corset I was bent over the bench and quickly attached. My legs spread wide and strapped down. My wrists were next and a wide strap over my corseted torso held me firmly.

The prize box was opened and a a metal ring and disc were removed. The metal ring was soon slipped over my cock and balls causing my cock to harden. Lou stood in front of me and showed off a wooden paddle with holes drilled through it. She smiled devilishly as she swung it effortlessly through the air against her palm as if testing it. A blindfold was soon over my eyes leaving me in the darkness.

“Well Felicia, part of the prize at this party is to take a bit of revenge for all the women the shelter benefits and you as this years winner get to enjoy it all. Now breathe deeply cause this is going to hurt a bit as we turn that sissy ass dark red.”

The cloth was held to my nose again and I felt the first whack of the paddle on my ass. I cried out in pain but couldn’t stop the blows. Everyone in the room had a turn with the paddle and Mistress Helga was the harshest of all of them, totally blistering every spot of my ass. The poppers weakened me to a soft whimper as each stroke fell. The cloth was removed and as I gasped for air I felt something at my lips. I figured it was Lou’s dildo and I heard her voice.

“Suck it like a good little bitch Felicia. I know you want to earn that big “O” I promised you.”

My cock was like a rock with the metal ring over it and even with my ass a blistered red I was as horny as I had ever felt. I opened my mouth and sucked in the phallic object and felt it harden in my mouth. As the blindfold was removed I saw it was a real cock. I wanted them to stop but could not talk with my mouth so full. Another entered my burning ass and I realized it was the bikers cocks not Lou’s dildo and I was being helplessly raped at each end.

“Mistress Helga would you please work over her sissy cock while she is fucked. It makes me so hot to watch you play.”

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Merhaba ben bir doktorum ve izmirde yaşıyorum sizlere geçen hafta yaşadığım bir olayı anlatmak istiyorum.işim gereği nöbet tutuyorum geceler uzun ve sıkıcı olabiliyor bazen.neyse özel bir poliklkinikte nöbete gitmiştim ilk nöbetimdi.çalışanlarla tanıştık içlerinde en çok o akşam benle nöbete kalacak olan hemşire dikkatimi çekmişti.Çok güzel genç bir kızdı.harika görünüyordu.esmer 165 boylarında 50 kg civarıydı.çok güzel kalçaları ve incecik bir beli vardı.kendi adıma sevindim.çok güzel bir nöbet olacaktı içimde Zafertepe Escort farklı bir his vardı zaten oraya giderken..akşam oldu herkes gitmeye başladı.sadece ikimiz kaldık.tanışma sohbetinden sonra yavaş yavaş özel şeyler konuşmaya başaldık.özellikle o çok rahattı.ilk başlarad kız arkadaşının erkek arkadaşıyla yaptıklarını falan anlattı.müthiş şekilde beni tahrik ediyordu sonra kız arakadşını aradı ve ona yaşadıklarını anlltatırark bana da dinlettirdi.arkadaşı o akşam arkadan aldığını Escort Zafertepe anlatıyordu.ikimizde azmıştık bu her halinden belli oluyordu. ama kendimi tutmalıydım çünkü ara ara da olsa hastalar geliyordu.saat 12 olunca kapıyı kapttık ve üst katta benişm odama geçtik yanımda uzanıp konuşmaya başladık sonra bir anda yanıma yattı ve başını göğsüme yasladı.artık herşeyin zamanı gelmişti.öpüşmaye başaldık.çok hoştu daha bir gün önce sex yapmam rağmen yiende çok azmıştım.elbiselerimiz hızla Zafertepe Escort Bayan çıkardık.sonra aletimi eliyle okşamay başaldı.çok büyük ve kalın olduğunu söylüyordu.ama onu heryerinde istediğini söyledi.sonra aletimi yalayıp emmeye başladı harika bir şeydi.ama daha başındaydık herşeyin.sonra 69 yapmaya başaldık bende onu emiyor yalıyordum.artık inlemey bağırmaya başlamıştı.hazır olunca bacaklarınınarasına geçip içine hızla soktum çok dar ve sıcaktı.15 dk kadar her pozisyonda sex yaptık.ilk boşalmadan sonra ikinciye arakadan girdim çok güzeldi.sabaha kadar 7 kez boşaldım muhteşem bir duyguydu sınır yoktu.o hemşireyle tam üst üste 3 gün nöbete kaldım ve tabi sizinde nalayacağınız gibi her gece sabaha kadar defalarca seviştik.ve bir hafta sonra yien birlikte nöbetimiz var.şimdien sabırsızlanıyorum….Gönderen: kenan akman

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This is the detail of my favourite fantasy, written down at the instruction of a good friend.

He asked me what I thought about most often as I masturbated and I decided it was the Rubber Doll fantasy. This is expanded a little and hopefully a better read than my shaky and misspelt original.

I arrive at a hotel, somewhere, and go to a room which has been pre-booked for me.

In the room I find clothes laid out for me along with a few simple instructions. The main item of clothing is a full black latex catsuit, it makes me shiver just running my fingers over the thin rubber.

I strip naked and shower, luckily I have waxed fully in anticipation of today and I am smooth everywhere, including my bikini line which is completely bald. Naked I sit in front of the mirror and apply some dark eyeshadow and bright red lipcote as instructed in the note.

I check the catsuit and smile wryly when I find it’s a size too small for me, typical! Before attempting to put on the catsuit I rub silicone lubricant on my legs from the small bottle provided. Sliding my feet into the legs and down into the full latex feet is a strange feeling, the latex cold but warming very quickly as I smooth it up my legs.

Standing to ease the suit up over my buttocks and pushing my arms through the sleeves I again make use of the lubricant, allowing me to slide the thin material over my skin smoothly.

Shrugging the suit over my shoulders I ease the zip from under the crotch and around underneath myself to part way up my belly. Ensuring I have all the seams straight and I’m snugly encased I pull the zipper up to just between my breasts for now. It feels wonderfully strange, the tight rubber supporting me as it hugs me all over and I walk up and down a little, loving the feel as it stretches with me and working out any wrinkles.

I look through the rest of the items and I find a latex hood. Sweeping my hair back I slide the hood over my face, suddenly overpowered by the powerful smell of the rubber. I snug it down all around my head, making sure my hair is all tucked in and the noseholes are in the right place so I can breath ok.

There is a zip at the back and I slowly pull this down, panting slightly as the hood tightens against my face. I pull it all the way down to the neck and work my jaw to make sure the mouth hole Demirli Bahçe Escort is in the right place, peering through the small eye holes into the mirror all I can see of my face are my made up eyes and glossy red lips through the shiny black rubber. I pull the front zip on the catsuit up all the way to the neck, leaving me almsot totally covered in a skin tight layer of black latex.

The boots next, little patent leather ankle boots with wicked 5″ stiletto heels. I slide my feet into them and zip them up, buckling the strap around the top of each then adding the small silver padlocks as instructed. No going back now, I don’t have the key!

Lastly there are a pair of short black latex gloves, These I pull on and wiggle my fingers until the thin rubber coats each finger tightly with no air bubbles, the gloves only go just past my wrists but that’s far enough to overlap the sleeves of the catsuit and make an almost air tight seal.

Now I pick up the phone and dial another room number, a voice answers and I simply say “I’m ready”.

“I certainly hope so.” Comes the gruff reply before the receiver is replaced.

About ten minutes later a keycard is swiped in the lock of the room and the door opens. He looks at me in approval and grins widely. “Just a few more touches” he says and picks up a large aerosol can of silicone oil spray. He sprays me all over with the oil and looking in the mirror I see that it makes the latex shine with a myriad glinting highlights.

He then picks up a black leather studded collar and slips it around my neck, buckling it quite tightly and covering the neck of the catsuit and the bottom of the hood, making my enclosure seamless. He clips a long leather leash to the chrome ring on the front of the collar and smiles at me again.

He kisses me briefly before pushing a bright red rubber ball gag between my lips, fastening the strap tightly behind my head and pulling the ball further into my mouth. He pulls my arms behind me and snaps a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and another just above my elbows, pulling my arms and shoulders back and pushing my breasts out.

Now he takes the leash and pulls me firmly towards the door, all I can do is roll my eyes as he opens the door and pushes me into the corridor without even looking Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan first. Luckily there is no-one in sight as he leads me up the seemingly endless corridor to the lifts.

We wait an eternity for the lift to arrive after he pushes the button and my relief to find there is no-one inside when the doors open is palpable. A brief ride up three floors and the doors open onto another three mile long corridor, again luckily empty.

I’m led along the corridor, desperately trying to balance on the killer heels as my leash is tugged unpredictably and unable to use my arms to aid my balance. We stop at another door and he knocks, the door opens and I’m led into a large suite to see five men sat round with drinks. They all look over at me and most of them are grinning.

They’re a mixed bag, one pretty good looking, in his thirties, another skinny guy probably late twenties, two who have to be in their fifties, both bald and one with a huge belly, the last guy is also bald and very, very black.

I’m led over in front of them and made to stand as they all get up and have a good look. Their hands run over the latex and as they get bolder I feel the odd painful pinch on the buttocks or nipple (mine are very hard now and clearly visible under the thin rubber). I whimper a little as that is the only protest I can make, but that just gets me a full on slap on the ass and a laugh from the fat guy.

The hands get more exploratory and I’m squirming as I’m squeezed, pinched and fondled, my ass, breasts and pussy all being groped and rubbed. It’s not long until the crotch zip is undone slightly and three fingers are slid into me. I stagger slightly as my hard clit is firmly manipulated making my knees tremble and my body quiver.

The details then vary depending on my mood, but basically I’m used by all six of them in every hole, mouth, pussy and anally. It goes on for hours as I am led from one cock to the next, my body aching and sweating as I try hard to please them but there is always another cock waiting to enter me, another hand squeezing my breast or pinching my nipple or slapping my rubber covered bottom.

I’m often tied and totally helpless, sometimes in very awkward positions, sometimes as I’m fucked, sometimes as I’m worked on with a dildo or Escort Demirlibahçe big vibrator. Sometimes made to come or maybe just teased until I’m so close then not allowed the final release, not even when I beg them for it. Often I’m made to masturbate for them as they watch, using different implements they provide me, sometimes having to make myself come two or three times in quick succession.

My rubber covered head is held firmly as hard, long cocks are fed into my mouth, often still slippery from my pussy. I dribble and drool as I take them deep, I don’t have a choice, the hands on my head push me down as the shiny purple head opens the back of my throat and my mouth is fucked. The leash and collar allow me no movement and I’m used as a faceless rubber sex doll for their pleasure.

I’m made to ride them, open my legs for them, crouch for them. I’m taken from behind, on all fours like a dog, bent over the table or up against the window so I can see cars passing in the street as I’m fucked. I’m used in all possible positions at their whim, by one, two or three at a time, none of them gentle, all hard and horny and thrusting into me like they haven’t had a woman in years.

My breasts and my bottom are slapped, spanked, pinched and sometimes they use a riding crop on me. My breasts especially suffer from pinching and slapping. One guy seems to really get off on squeezing them hard, digging his fingers into the rubber and my soft flesh underneath. Another one likes to use the riding crop to sting my belly as well, the rubber showing it off as it stretches tight across my tummy, quivering with every loud stroke of the crop. I can feel myself sweating inside the suit, hot and slippery and wet, gasping for air when I can before something else is pushed in my mouth.

Needless to say every now and then one of them comes in me or over me. Sometimes they flood my mouth or pussy with hot semen, other times pulling out and spraying my face or down the tight rubber over my breasts. After hours of being used I am aching and full of come, my pussy, mouth and anus all so sore from repeated penetration.

Each man has a final load of slimy hot sperm to dump on me and then suddenly I’m roughly pushed out into the corridor amidst loud laughter to find my own way back to my own room. Still dressed in skin tight glossy black rubber with white dribbles of come trickling down my legs and chest I run to the lift as fast as the heels allow me.

Back in my room I throw myself on the bed and burst into tears, sobbing both for the shame of what I’ve just done and for the knowledge that when the instruction comes I will let myself do it again, and again . . .

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