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Of all of the stories that I have written this is the most true piece that I have as an author have ever gotten to write. For all of you that know me; if you are the least bit squeamish, put down the book, and stop reading now.

For those that like a bit of freakish action, this one might be for you…

So I have always wanted to drink a girl. Ha, this sounds impossible seeing I am not a cannibal and I refuse to drink blood… no not what I mean! I’m talking about drinking a girl’s piss. So this may be close to it!

I have read countless stories about girls that can do this, but I have yet to come across a guy that has the balls to aim his cock in the right direction while pissing to be able to swallow his own bile.

I didn’t think I could do it though; until tonight of course that is. (and for those of you that still don’t believe me, I wish I could show you my swollen throbbing cock that just beat the shit out of twice in the course of a half hour just thinking about it!)

For those of you that are still with me, and haven’t called me up cursing me out, here goes… The story of how İstanbul Escort I managed this feat!

First of all, you are going to want to get drunk.

In my case, drunk enough to let all of your inhibitions go to the wind. How drunk is that? Well in my case, a half bottle of well whiskey and a shot of Crown Royal should more than do the trick! Also being horny helps… like going to a club and watching more than a fair amount of girls dance so hard that they show you their panties, over and over again. Oh and getting flashed a couple of times doesn’t hurt either.

Once you are drunk, and sporting a healthy erection, wait until closing time and head out to your car. New, old, clean, dirty, it doesn’t matter as long as it’s your car and you haven’t gone out with any of your friends.

Listen, it’s imperative that you are alone if you are shy in any way! Leave the girlfriend, (or boyfriend… but this way might be a little harder for a girl, just in the aspect that your urethra – your piss hole, for the dummies in the crowd- is located inside your vagina) friends, and potential love Anadolu Yakası Escort mates at home! Go out alone and have a good time!

Now that you are leaving, find a container in your car (a glass jar, sports bottle, etc.) and make sure it is close by. Also you might want to make sure your pants are undone and your cock is hanging out as you drive… (or ladies, hike up the skirt and lose the panties!!) Once away from all riff-raff, (police, spectators, etc.) let her rip.

~Being drunk, you might under estimate the space in the container, (as I did, but that’s ok, dump half out, hold your bladder as best as you can, and when you are ready, continue in a similar fashion as you began.

When you are fully finished, now it’s time to tuck yourself back into your pants men, and pull the skirt down ladies and here comes the test.

At first, I was kind of scared. I was holding a warm glass of my own piss in my hand and I was feeling some sort of way about the whole scenario. The more I thought about it, the more scared I got! The smell of a drunkard’s piss is very faint, so I Üsküdar Escort couldn’t chicken out on the smell alone. So I had to keep drumming up excuses. Sooner than later, I just gave up… here goes…Bring the glass, (in my case) or what ever container, up to your lips and drink away.

~

The first taste caught me off guard. Salty? A little… bitter? A little… but the erection that was about to burst from my pants was all the incentive that I needed to keep on!

In this particular case I couldn’t chug the contents, or even finish the container, but I came twice well after the fact, and I have a sore cock because I beat off so hard after I got home just thinking about what I did!!!

I would love to have a girl sit on my face now and just let her bladder go all over my mouth and down my throat! I of course don’t know how I will feel about this ordeal sober, but I know right now, I am pretty proud of me! I finally did it!

(oh, Ps. Just in case, make sure you have a drink in the car to wash the possibility of really bitter piss away so you don’t end up throwing up all over your car… but in the right circumstances… like drunkenness, you should be fine!)

This time it was urine, next time will it be more?

…I hear cum tastes pretty good ladies…

Laugh out Loud; because that’s the only way you can get over certain things!

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Copyright Oggbashan December 2008

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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The following are 15 fifty-word stories with festive wrapping fetish themes. Each title isn’t counted.

Chloe and I like wrapping as a fetish. Christmas is just another excuse for sexual games, not that we actually need any excuse. We had been prowling the shops looking for items that could be useful. The following fifteen stories are a sample of our activities.

01 Christmas Stocking
I had bought a Christmas stocking intended to hang at the end of a bed.

Apart from being large and bright red, it looked just like a normal stocking.

I pulled it down over Chloe’s head and knotted it beyond her toes.

She squealed loudly as I tickled her mercilessly.

02 Turnabout
Chloe complained about the stocking. She insisted I try being in it.

Once she had tied the end she teased me with her bare breasts and warm pussy.

She straddled me with her body and rubbed herself against my impatient erection.

She kept going for hours.

I couldn’t hold on.

03 Silken Embrace
Chloe wrapped me in Bostancı Escort a silk sari, tying me tightly with long scarves.

She had left only my lips and erection unconfined by imprisoning silk.

She used her lips against mine, first mouth to mouth and then sixty-nine.

Was it her silky softness or the sari’s that finished me off?

04 Stuffing
Chloe’s limbs are flexible.

I took her silk scarves to tie her wrists and ankles to the same end of the bed exposing her naked pussy for my unfettered enjoyment.

She squealed as my tongue played.

She squeaked as I stuffed her turkey-trussed body.

Stuffing Chloe is better than turkey.

05 Wriggle
Chloe bought some Christmas pantyhose as large as the stocking.

We each crawled into a leg head first.

That was a mistake. Through the clinging nylon mesh we couldn’t do anything to each other.

We could play footsie. That was it.

Wriggling and jiggling to get out was more enjoyable.

06 Tight
We wriggled back into the legs of the pantyhose feet first.

As we went in our hands caressed each other.

With the waistband tied above us, we kissed and kissed.

Chloe slithered out of her leg and into mine.

In a tight nylon embrace we coupled, but couldn’t uncouple.

Bliss.

07 Cracker
I made Chloe into Ümraniye Escort a Christmas cracker.

I loosely tied ankles and wrists, her arms above her head.

I rolled her over winding the sari tightly.

I covered her in crepe paper with cords at each end.

She struggled helplessly before pulling her ends free – a cracker just for me.

08 Bag Pudding
Chloe tied my wrists to ankles before pulling her large white petticoat bag down over me.

I shook my head to breathe through the layers of Chloe-scented net.

Chloe tightened the drawstring sealing me inside.

“You’re a steamed Christmas pudding,” she said.

I may be steaming but I’m securely bagged.

09 Shrinkwrapped
I tied Chloe’s wrists and ankles with several turns of plastic kitchen wrap.

I garnished her breasts with mistletoe berries.

I began to wind layers of translucent plastic kitchen wrap slowly around her naked body.

A cool hairdryer tightened her new sheath inexorably.

My helpless plastic doll gives great head.

10 Sprouts
Chloe is preparing sprouts, leaning against the kitchen sink.

Inside her red satin Christmas skirt my head is pushed hard against her pussy.

If my attentions aren’t effective enough she’ll lean harder.

Preparing sprouts seems to take longer every year.

Perhaps Kartal Escort that’s why she has tied me to her legs.

11 Santa Suit
Our Santa Claus suit is too large for me.

I could pad my stomach with a pillow but Chloe had a better idea.

She’s with me inside my red baggy trousers, head against my naked chest, impaled on me, and bouncing on my boots.

Santa’s coming up her hot chimney.

12 Christmas Fairy
Chloe makes a great Christmas fairy.

She has a silver dress over her large net petticoat, a silver wand with a star on the end and a tiara.

I have to be her Christmas tree.

She’s wrapped me in green silk, tightly bound, and stuffed my head inside her skirt.

13 Sausage Roll
Chloe wrapped our naked bodies together with the sari and green silk. She tied us in with the scarves.

Then she slid her arms down inside.

She’s made us into a sausage roll. She’s rolled on top, her breasts squashed against my chest.

I know where my sausage is going.

14 Oven-ready
Chloe is cooking Christmas dinner.

She has tied me in the stocking, wrapped me in the sari, gagged me with a scarf, pushed me into the pantyhose and covered me with taped kitchen foil.

“You’re oven-ready,” she said. “The meal isn’t.”

I hope she releases me before her parents arrive…

15 After Christmas
While waiting for Chloe to free me I think of revenge.

After Christmas I’ll tie her with tinsel, cover her with Christmas paper, stuff her in the red Christmas stocking, wrap her with a bin bag and put her out with the rubbish.

I won’t. We enjoy too much together.

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* Although each story is complete on its own, it is suggested to read the entire series to get the full picture, as it is after all broken up into chapters. This chapter starts off where chapter 15 ended.*

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Steph stared at Brenda and Steve as they walked out of the restaurant. Quickly she got up to follow, smoothening her skirt as she did so. As she took the first step, she realised that the sausage was still buried deep in her ass as the bread roll was in her pussy. Clenching her anus to keep the sausage from slipping out, she quickly walked out the door and followed Brenda into the waiting car — a different one that Dave had driven.

Brenda sat in the back with Stephanie as David began to drive. Brenda leaned in to caress Stephanie’s face.

“I’d almost forgotten what a pretty little thing you are,” Brenda cooed, almost mockingly. “not to mention what a slut you are!”

“Did you see the look on that waitresses face?” Dave asked laughingly.

“I almost gave her the panties as a remembrance.” Brenda said as both she and Dave broke out in laughter.

Steph’s face burned with embarrassment but in addition to that, she felt a tingling in her body at the depravity of what had just transpired in the restaurant. She had just sex under that table and had been treated like the slut that she was.

“So! Tell me more about what this little slut has been up to.” Brenda urged David. He proceeded to fill in Brenda on all the details that Stephanie had told him on the way to the restaurant.

Stephanie closed her eyes as she tried to block out the conversation between Dave and Brenda about her lurid activities. He used far coarser language than she had done when she told him the story and as she heard it told, she realised what a slut she really was. By the time he had finished relating her exploits, they were back at the motel.

“A bit of a dive isn’t it, this place?” Brenda commented.

“Not what you are used to darling, but good enough for the purpose.” Dave laughed.

He parked the car and got out together with Brenda and Stephanie. He went to the back of the trunk and took out a small suitcase. Together, the three of them walked up to the motel room. As they entered, Stephanie noticed that the porn movie was still playing on the TV. The room had a musty yet sexy odour.

“This room reeks of sex.” Brenda stated. “But then again, reek may be the wrong word coz it certainly isn’t unpleasant!” She laughed at her own joke.

Stephanie stood by, a little unsure of what she should do. She didn’t have to wonder for much longer as Brenda pushed her toward the bed.

“Take your clothes off” she said softly.

Stephanie pulled her top off her, exposing her bra and then reached behind herself to unclasp the bra and remove it. Her tits hung freely and her already hard nipples seemed to perk up even more as the cold air hit her breasts.

She moved her hands to the side and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop and then slowly stepping out of them. She was naked now and she let her hands drop to her side, not even attempting to cover her modesty.

Brenda looked her over, as if inspecting her. “Seems like you’ve put on a little weight, Sis.” Brenda smiled as she grabbed a little of the flesh hanging of her hips. “You must be a little hungry by now I bet.”

Brenda’s hand moved down toward Stephanie’s thighs. Her hands reached between her thighs and edged them apart. Slowly her fingers moved upward until they reached the damp curlings of Steph’s muff. Steph sighed softly as Brenda’s fingers reached up to spread her cunt lips open. Her fingers reached in and got hold of the bread roll that had, by now, worked right up into the depths of Steph’s snatch. Brenda’s fingers got hold of the roll and began working it out. The bread roll was no longer hard but at the same time not soft enough yet to break up.

Steph closed her eyes and groaned as the bread roll stretched her vulva and popped out. She felt the roll being pressed to her mouth and she opened her eyes to see the bread roll coated with her juices being offered to her. She felt a rush of excitement as she saw that Brenda leaned forward to take a bite of the roll herself.

“Nice Dip.” Brenda laughed as she chewed on the roll. “Now you finish it.” She pressed the roll harder against Steph’s mouth and Steph opened her mouth tentatively. The roll was pushed in and she took a bite. She let the roll soften a little in her mouth and she chewed slowly as she started to taste a combination of her secretions and Dave’s cum on the roll. Her pussy twinged at the kinkiness of what she was doing and she quickly devoured the rest of the roll as she realised that she was indeed rather hungry.

Brenda’s hands moved downward again. One hand cupped Steph’s Anadolu Yakası Escort pussy. She squeezed it lightly before her other hand back toward her ass. She spread her ass cheeks while at the same time pushing her thigh between Steph’s legs to force them further apart.

“Now the sausage. Squeeze it out gently.” Brenda commanded. Stephanie had almost forgotten about the sausage in her ass but as soon as Brenda mentioned it, her body seemed to remember and focus on it.

“C-can I squat down?” Steph whimpered softly. “Please… it’s easier that way.”

Brenda slapped Stephanie’s breast and the sound rang out in the room. “Just do as I say.”

Stephanie looked down at her reddening breast and without another complaint, began to contract her anal muscles. She could feel the sausage starting to work itself out and she took a deep breath and tensed her muscles again. She was glad that the sausage wasn’t too thick or long. With another push, she felt her anus start to expand and the sausage plopped out of her.

She quickly looked down and was relieved that the only thing that she had pooped out was the sausage. It was very clean too and she was thankful that she had vacated her bowels nicely that morning. She began to worry a little as Brenda reached down with a tissue paper to pick up the sausage. Her body tensed in fear as she wondered if Brenda would force her to eat the sausage as well.

Brenda looked at Steph, noticing the tension in her body. Steph’s eyes followed Bredna as she walked over to the bathroom and disappeared inside. She heard some rustling sounds in the bathroom and then the sound of the tap running. Brenda took her time in the bathroom before she came back out. As she walked back into the room, she started unbuttoning her blouse. Steph swallowed hard as Brenda’s luscious breasts came into view. They were so much larger than her own and the bra had no sign of padding on it at all. Just sheer lace. The skirt came off next and Steph noticed that there was nothing on underneath the skirt. Steph found herself unconsciously licking her lips.

Steph stared at Brenda with a mixture of envy and lust. Envious that she was so much better looking and obviously much better endowed and lust that this gorgeous woman wanted to use her as her own plaything. Brenda walked toward Stephanie and slid her hands under Steph’s armpits. She squeezed gently as she pulled Stephanie toward her, crushing her breasts onto hers. Brenda pushed her backward and onto the bead. She pushed Stephanie’s knees apart and then turned to face Dave. He gave her Stephanie’s pair of panties and Brenda took a good whiff out of them.

“You still smell delightful.” She said softly. “I’d like to suck that juicy pussy but I’ve got other plans at the moment.”

She took the panties and slipped Steph’s head into them. She adjusted the cloth over her eyes so that her eyesight was restricted. Turning back to Dave, she smiled at him and nodded as she began to slowly lick Stephanie’s nipples. Steph sighed aloud as the wet tongue flicked across her taught bud. She could smell herself on the panties around her head and the heady aroma of her own pussy was tantalising her nostrils. She couldn’t see very well with the panties around her head and all she could make out was movement around her. She saw the shadow of Dave disappear rummaging about and then disapper before he appear again — nothing but a shadow.

She felt Dave reach out and pull her wrist to the side where it was tied. He walked around to the other side of the bed and tied her other arm as well. She could move her arms up and down and side to side a little bit but she her movements were restricted. She felt a movement at her legs again and she lifted her head, trying to see out of the panties. She felt a large, bulb, like a penis, pressing against her pussy.

Brenda lifted her legs further apart as she slowly pushed the strap-on into Steph’s pussy. The strap-on was huge. Bigger than Dave’s cock and jet black in colour.

“Unnnhh….” Stephanie moaned as the huge phallus pressed against her vulva, trying to force its way in. “It’s too big….please… its too big.”

Brenda smirked at Steph’s pleading and with a quick thrust of her hips, sent the bulbous head of the strap-on pulsing into Stephanie’s gash.

“AAaaahhhhgggghhh!!!” Steph screamed out as the large phallus penetrated her and stretched her pussy wider than it had even been stretched. Only the head had entered her but she could feel the girth stretching her. Brenda kept still for a moment and then slowly pulled out a bit and pushed again, entering deeper into Stephanie.

“No… Please! Please! It’s too big!” Stephanie cried out. “It hurts… oh God please…. It’s tearing me apart…. Plllleeeeasssse!”

Brenda Avrupa Yakası Escort pushed, slowly getting deeper and deeper until half the strap-on was buried inside her sister in law. Stephanie kept crying out in protest.

“Shut the fuck up bitch!” Brenda said, not without a hint of nastiness in her voice. “Or maybe I should stuff your panties in your mouth so I cant hear your whining.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Dave said as he walked to the side of the bed and pulled out his cock. Stephanie felt the panties around her face being moved slightly and then Dave’s cock was on her lips.

“Suck it bitch. Get me nice and hard again.” Dave said.

Steph stuck out her tongue to taste Dave’s manhood. She could taste the remnants of herself on his cock from when he had fucked her under the table. The thought of that lurid act sent fires raising within her. She lifted her head to take his cock into her mouth. She put her full concentration on his cock, trying to ignore the aching pain in her stretched pussy. She slurped on his fat cockmeat, feeling him grow within her mouth. She started to move her hands to cup Dave’s balls but realised that she was tied down. How she wished she had the use of her hands to toy with his balls and pull on his meat. The more she sucked, the less pain she felt in her pussy. In fact, she was almost beginning to feel pleasure. She sucked harder on Dave’s cock thrilling as it throbbed hotly in her mouth.

Brenda continued to plough into Stephanie’ cunt. As she fucked her, she looked down at the black rubber strap-on and noticed with delight that it was covered with Steph’s white fuck cream. This caused Brenda to fuck into Stephanie even harder. Steph started to moan around Dave’s cock using her tongue to tease the glans. She hollowed out her cheeks and started sucking firmly when she felt him pull out of her mouth with a pop.

“Oh don’t take it out please. Let me suck it!” Steph complained. “I want to suck your cock… Please”

“Looks like she’s stopped complaining about the cock in her pussy then, hasn’t she!” Dave laughed.

He moved again to the bag of tricks and took out a pair of nipple clamps. He attached them gently to Steph’s nipples and she sighed as she felt pressure being applied to her sensitive buds of flesh. Dave slowly tightened the clamps till her nipples bulged out. These clamps had a wire connected to them going back to a control dial. Dave made some settings to it and then pressed the on button.

Immediately a low jolt of electricity flew into both of Steph’s nipples.

“Aaaaahhhh!” She screamed, more in surprise than in pain. Her nipples reacted as they usually did with stimulation, sending a lust current down to her already lusty cunt. 10 seconds later, another jolt poured current into her nipples, this time a stronger burst and for longer.

“OOohhhhh Aaaahhhhhhhhgggg!!!” Steph screamed again as her thighs convulsed in ecstasy. “Ohh Godd…. Oh Goddd…what are you doing to me?!!!”

“Time to muzzle the bitch Dave” Brenda said softly as she started thrusting faster and deeper into Steph’s tunnel. Dave moved to the bed and pulled the panties from her face, giving her a clear view again. She raised her head to look down at the strap-on that was filling her so tightly and she gasped to see the size of it. She turned to see Dave reaching down beside the bed and lifting up a small pail. She wondered what was in it when just then another jolt stiffened her nipples. She opened her mouth to to scream again. Dave reached into the pail and extracted a pair of black lace panties from within. He stuffed them into Steph’s mouth, muffling her scream.

The panties were wet. More than wet, they were soaking. Steph felt some of the liquid from the panties dripping down her throat and from the acrid taste, she knew it was Brenda’s pee.

“Like my pee soaked Panties baby?” Brenda sneered, as if to confirm what Steph was thinking. Steph realised that Brenda had peed on her panties earlier and they were now stuffed in her mouth! A sense of torrid kinkiness pervaded her entire being and she started to fuck back at Brenda. Her eyes sparkled up at her Sister-in-law as if to say that she wanted it and couldn’t get enough. Brenda fucked her harder with the rubber schlong. Steph’s body began to tremble in orgasmic bliss and she sucked on the panties in her mouth, drawing out the pee in the fabric. The salty vinegar taste excited her and added to her climax. Her thighs quivered and shook and she would have shouted out in ecstacy if not for her mouth being stuffed.

Brenda slowed down her thrusts as Dave moved behind her to cup her breasts. He softly kissed her neck and then leaned over to look between her legs.

“She’s really sopping İstanbul Escort wet isn’t she?” he remarked as he noticed streams of white cream running down Steph’s thighs. “Why don’t you get on top of her so that I can fuck you.”

Brenda readjusted herself, pushing Steph’s thighs higher and then almost kneeling on her. This way, she had maximum thrust into Steph’s pelvis while at the same time her pussy was available for Dave to fuck her.

Dave stared at Brenda’s wet gash, awaiting his spear of cock meat. He pushed his hard cock slowly into his desirous wife. Brenda gasped as his cock spread her pussy lips apart and drove deep into her. She pushed back at him, getting him deeper into her and that action caused the strap-on to pull out of Stephanie.

As Dave plunged deeper into Brenda, she in turn drove the strap-on into Stephanie and with each withdrawal, Brenda would pull back as well. Dave was now controlling the fucking and it wasn’t long before Brenda settled into a nice rhythm with Dave.

“Your cock always feels so good Dave.” Brenda moaned.

Dave grabbed hold of Brenda’s hips and started to fuck hard into her. Brenda moaned deeply and let her body ride in rhythm with Dave’s fucking. Steph could feel her pussy being penetrated deeply with every thrust of Dave’s cock into Brenda. The swell of an orgasm started building in the pits of her stomach again.

Stephanie’s breath was deep and raspy as each thrust from Dave into Brenda sent the gigantic phallus deep within her.

“Oh God… Oh Goddd…!” Stephanie moaned as her pussy, now fully acclimatised to the size of the big black dong, was responding to the hard fucking. It wasn’t just the feeling in her pussy but the sheer kinkiness of being fucked by Dave through Brenda.

Brenda started to gasp loudly too. The sounds of two pussies being fucked at the same time filled the room along with the sweet aroma of sex. Brenda reached forward to pinch Steph’s nipples, pulling and teasing them hard.

“I’m gonna cum lover,” Brenda moaned loudly. “Keep fucking your meat in my pussy. Oh yessss. Harder!”

“Unnnhh…m..m..me too!” Stephanie cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” Dave sped up his thrusts, causing both women to groan louder. He could feel his spunk racing up his balls and he fought to keep it down a little longer. He felt Brenda stiffen and cry out as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her pussy started to spasm and he himself stiffened as the hot lava rushed up his shaft and started to spurt into his wife’s spasming pussy!

“Oh God! Yesss!! Oh Fuuucccckkkk!!” Brenda cried out as her pussy was filled with hot, molten cum. She thrust hard into Stephanie, triggering the climax of her sister in law.

Stephanie screamed loudly as her own body started shaking as her pussy throbbed and spasmed violently.

Dave slowly pulled his cum spent cock out of Brenda’s pussy. He patted his wife’s ass affectionately. Brenda sighed softly as Dave’s cock withdrew, leaving her pussy empty. Slowly, she pulled the strap-on out of Stephanies pussy. It came out with a popping sound.

Carefully Brenda scooted over Stephanie and placed her cum filled pussy over Stephanie’s mouth as Dave pulled the panties covering her face off. Brenda squatted over her sister in law, forcing her pussy down on to Stephanie’s face.

“Clean me bitch.” Brenda commanded.

Steph’s face was fully covered and practically smothered. She stuck her tongue out and deep into Brenda’s used cunt. Her tongue began to lick and scoop out Dave’s cum that was already leaking into her mouth. She lapped at Brenda’s pussy, hungrily, almost greedily. Brenda sighed and began to tug at Stephanie’s nipples as she ground her pussy harder on to Steph’s face. Brenda leaned forward on her knees, keeping her pussy firmly in Stephanie’s face as she herself buried her own face into Steph’s pussy and started to lick. Steph moaned and spread her legs wider, giving Brenda better access. Both women lapped eagerly at each others cunts, their breath becoming ragged as their bodies responded to the stimulus.

Steph licked furiously at Brenda’s gash as Brenda stuck one finger and then another into Steph’s gaping pussy. She fingerfucked her as she sucked hard on her clit. Steph bucked her hips upward against Brenda’s fingers and tongue as her own tongue swirled deeply into Brenda’s seething cunt.

Dave watched in fascination at the two women busy 69-ing each other. Both of them let out a muffled cry as their bodies tensed and their thighs started to tremble as they both orgasmed simultaneously. Brenda slowly rolled off Steph and turned around, moving up the bed to cuddle Stephanie. Both the women’s mouths were wet with each others juices. They kissed each other softly as Dave joined them on the bed. Steph’s hand moved down to cradle Dave’s cock.

“We’ve got the motel for the rest of the evening.” Brenda smiled as she grabbed Steph’s other hand and placed it between her own legs. “And we’re in town for a couple of weeks too.”

Steph smiled happily as Dave began to nibble on her nipple…

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First of all, I would like to thank my readers to have read the second part over 10,000 times. You guys are great. Secondly, this part was getting pretty long so I decided to cut it and the next part will be coming soon-ish. In this, you will find some female muscle-growth added to the usual expansions. The intro is quite long but you will enjoy it nonetheless I feel.

As always thank you for reading my crazy fetish stories and know that any feedback is more than appreciated.

*****

A few months had passed since our encounter with Laura’s high school bully, Maddie, and the relationship between Laura and me grew splendidly. We had confessed our love to each other and were spending almost every day together, if our uni obligations allowed us to. Even if it might have sounded premature I asked Laura if she wanted to move in and she accepted jumping of joy. We were not only having sex all-day, I promise. Although that was taking much of our time, indeed, we were still going out to watch movies, have a walk in the park etc. The constant in these “outside activities” were the stares we were the objects of.

I had decided to stay at 6’3″ and as wide as a cupboard, since I was enjoying the presence it gave me. However, it was Laura who was receiving the most attention. She was a statuesque 5’9″ tall girl with massive G cup breasts, a small 24-inch waist and a huge and round 44-inch butt. Everybody who had passed puberty couldn’t help but stare at us no matter their gender or sexuality. Horny men were trying to look her up without being seen, in fear of possible retaliation of her huge boyfriend, envious girls didn’t know whether to feel hornier because of me or angrier because of her. It often happened that we would cross some quite good-looking girl, who was trying to rationalise her clearly inferior looks by arguing with herself, “Nobody would want to be with a bimbo like her. I mean those breasts are too big to be comfortable, surely.” Every time I told Laura about their thoughts and every time she enjoyed being the centre of sexual attention and knowing that “her man” was the non-plus-ultra amongst the stronger sex.

Our evenings were usual couple stuff. Sometimes we’d watch a movie sometimes we’d play a game. No not that kind of game. One evening Laura decided she wanted to teach me how to play Magic: the Gathering, since, according to her, “I will have to revoke your nerd card if you don’t even know the basics.” And after some confusion due to the game’s complicated rules we were both having fun, despite of her kicking my metaphorical butt.

After a while I recognised the look she has when she is thinking about something she doesn’t know how to phrase perfectly. “What’s with that concerned look? Scared to lose?” I joked.

She initiated a smile but stayed serious. “No, I was thinking about something. About us.”

“You know you can say me anything, right?”

“I know but this may sound terrible and selfish.”

“Try me!”

“Ok. I would like our relationship to be open. Now, hear me out. I love you and I love spending time with you, but ever since we met and you transformed me I haven’t had the chance of having fun exception being with you. Of course, I know that nobody will ever fuck me like you but I would like the change of scenery. But it’s totally ok if you don’t want to. Just don’t hate me.”

“Hating you for wanting sex? I could never,” I tried to reassure her. “I have never been in an open relationship before, but I don’t see anything against you having your fun. But are you alright with me going about having sex with girls who aren’t you?”

“Well, I find the idea of you utterly destroying other girls super hot. You could sometimes tell me your stories. Also do you really believe you would have more sex than me?”

That was a clear challenge, so I replied, “Remember the last time you challenged me? My dick was 35 feet long after that. You should maybe reconsider your wording.”

She approached me sensually and said, “I would never forget that huge tree trunk, but that was using your abilities. So, I propose. For two months of bragging rights, I challenge you to have sex with more people than me next week.”

“Well that won’t be har-.”

“WITHOUT mind controlling people.”

“Fine,” I agreed. “However, yes you always are the hottest girl in the room, but I mean look at me.” I made a dumb pose, that made her laugh.

“You are right, sweetie. You will certainly be the hottest piece of man any girl will ever have fucked. However, for girls there is a lot between the first eye contact and sex, while I’m pretty sure that a bit of this,” she jiggled her heavy breasts, “will captivate any poor man’s soul.”

“We will see. But until then, let me demonstrate what many lucky girls will be playing with.”

What followed was a steamy session of love making. I picked her up and took her to the bed where I quickly removed her top and marvelled at her tits, “I guess it will be hard for anybody to resist these beauties.” I squeezed Maltepe Escort them and Laura let a silent moan escape her mouth. I began licking and sucking at her nipples, while she stroked my junk threw my trousers.

“Speaking of hard. I think I will never get tired of feeling this monster.”

“I think it’s time for my monster to meet yours.” I cupped her tits, barely holding half of each.

“I agree sweetie, let me take these unnecessary trousers off.” She did as said and pulled my dick out of my pants. “I love you, Rick, because you’re an amazing man, but damn if this giant pussy-destroyer does help your case.” To this my dick jumped up a bit. “You liked it, huh? Well here is a place you will like the most.”

She began titfucking my pole in her usual great way, commenting, “You know what the best thing is, about your boyfriend having a dick that’s more than a foot long? That even though my tits are always the biggest in the room and any man would get lost in them, I get to do this.” And she started giving me a blowjob combined with her titjob. Man. This girl is so sexy and erotic.

After a few minutes of this heavenly treatment I started to twitch indicating that my climax was approaching. “Come on, Rick. Cum on these tits you made. Cover them with your ridiculous load.” Her words brought me over the edge and I indeed flooded her bust with my semen. Laura began cleaning my tip and scooping all the cum from her tits. “I love your cum, sweetie. It’s so manly and there is so much of it. Plus, look at this.” She freed my cock, “After coming buckets you are still hard as a rock. Maybe I know a place where it could eventually get softer.” She lay down on her back and offered me the incredible view of her pussy. “Take what is yours and make me scream in pleasurable agony.”

I put her legs over my shoulders and entered her slowly, beginning with only the tip. “Fuck. Even with my pussy enlarged you always feel so fucking huge. Go on. Fill me up!” I continued my way to her bottom and as I reached it I accelerated the pace. As I started pounding her love cavern her tits began bouncing rhythmically and Laura’s moans got louder and louder, “Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. More. Fuck I love that huge dick of yours. I’m already coming. I-I-I…” Her climax was powerful, but I did not stop nor did I slow down. Laura’s ecstasy was recognisable as thoughts were a confused sense of pleasure and bliss.

I finally started feeling my second load of the day coming up. I grabbed her by the tits, squeezed hard and came inside her filling her to the brim. I then lay next to her for a couple of minutes allowing her to recover a bit. She looked at me and said, “I will never get used to this, you know. I would love it if we kept going at it, but I’m depleted. Sorry that I can’t fully satisfy this today.” She grabbed my, as always, still erect cock. “I will go and wash myself. Do you wanna come?”

“Of course, hon.”

So, we entered the bathroom. She pulled me in by the dick and we stepped into the bath tub. During the last months, I had asked my parents if they could finance a tub upgrade for “reasons”. They immediately understood and accepted. It was very comfortable even for two very large people. While we were waiting for the water to fill the tub, Laura kissed me very softly and gently. I exchanged the gesture gladly and after a couple of minutes where the only sound was the sloshing of the water, Laura said, “Rick. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I know I may be sometimes a bit too eager when it comes to our sexual life, but I would be in love with you if you were the Hunchback of Notre-Dame.”

“You know I know it. Why all these clarifications?” I asked gently.

“Because I get to have the best sex anyone could imagine and I do not want you to believe that I stick around because you made me attractive or because you make me joy like no one else.”

I held her cheeks, kissed her and replied, “I told you but I will tell you again. To me looks are secondary. They can be fun for sex but nothing more. I was struck ever since you asked to do a good job on that uni project. Plus, you stick around, even if I suck at Magic: The aggregation.”

“Gathering. It’s Magic: The gathering.”

“Same difference,” I said jokingly. “Want to hop into the water?”

She first hugged me tightly and then nodded in agreement.

I entered the tub first, sat down and then Laura leaned against my chest. I massaged her tummy and breasts until she asked me, “I think it’s not too weird to ask this now, but you don’t have to answer.”

“What is it?”

“How many girls have you slept with?”

“How many would you say?”

“Well, I believe all social rules do not apply to you, even if you never forced yourself on anybody with your powers. I would say around fifty would not surprise me.”

“Well I’m flattered you think so highly of me. But no. Not by a long shot.”

“What? More?”

“Nonono. The contrary. You are my ninth. And only second significant Anadolu Yakası Escort girlfriend.”

“Man, you are lame. Even without mind controlling the whole female sex, you could get all the pussy you want and I am only the ninth?” She said grinning. “Although I am kind of stupidly pleased by this, I am eager to know of all the prey you will have next week.”

“Well how many guys have you had?”

“You are my sixth. I have only had sex with previous boyfriends, but as you know those relationships ended quite soon.”

“The male gender has something to be grateful for starting next week.” I kissed her on the neck, while cupping a tit and massaging her nether region. She grabbed the tip of my cock from under her crossed legs and we played with each other for a bit before drying and going to bed hugging one another.

Monday morning came and before starting our day we made the final plans for the competition. “First of all,” Laura started, “Until Sunday evening we will not be allowed to have sex with one another. Only random people we meet.”

“Fine by me.”

“Secondly and most importantly. Could you tighten my pussy to her normal dimensions, since I would like to feel at least something in the next days and I’m sure I won’t find anyone close to this.” She cupped my bulge in my trousers. I laughed a bit at her bluntness and agreed. “Finally, we mustn’t speak about our conquests until Sunday.”

“I agree. Good luck.” And so, we started our week.

Not knowing what Laura’s strategy would be, I decided to look for partners in the most superficial places ever, since I did not have the time to engage in meaningful conversations with any girl but only planned to have sex with them. To find girls being willing to only have one night stands, I selected the best visited clubs in town and decided to visit one every day and flaunt the goods.

It worked pretty well in fact. Out of six nights out I ended up having sex four times with four different girls. I will not tell about them, since compared to what Laura and I do, they were pretty tame. All were understandably surprised by my size, stamina and load (or loads). Since I did not want to share my abilities, to them they “only” had sex with the biggest stud they ever met. But again, nothing worth noting.

Come Sunday evening I was pretty satisfied about my performance and as soon as both Laura and I came home we kissed and she immediately asked, “So? How many pussys have you ruined for other men?”

“Four,” I said almost smugly. Then I noticed the winning grin in Laura’s face and said, “You have beaten me, haven’t you?”

“Yup. By quite a bit in fact. Hee hee.”

“How many men have you slept with?”

“Eight.”

“Eight? How? It’s been six days and a half.”

“Well I have had sex every night and on two of those I have had threesomes.”

“Man, I don’t know whether to be impressed or jealous.”

“Impressed is fine. I think I am owed bragging rights, right? Know what? Let’s make dinner and discuss our conquests over it.”

“I’ll be more than glad.”

While preparing the food we started talking about it. She began, “So, did you like the week of unhinged sexual freedom?”

“Honestly. Not particularly. Not to sound too cheeky but I think I have been spoilt by having sex with you both when we use and abstain from using powers.”

“Aww, that’s surprisingly sweet. But what didn’t you like about it or them, the girls, rather?”

“Three of them were just surprised by me and were at a complete loss. It almost felt like work having to be so careful, since I also did not want to use my powers, except for temporarily enlarging them a bit.”

“Well can you blame them? Do you think I should add more pepper? Anyway, tell me if I say anything wrong but form their perspective their evenings went like this. Let’s say a token girl Jane is your lucky prey. She goes out with her girlfriends just looking to have some fun with them. After a while a total stud half a foot taller than her and twice as wide asks her if she wants to dance, because of course you would ask to dance at a club, and she meekly replies, ‘Y-yes.’ Am I right for now?”

“Almost in every single detail, but go on.”

“Well, you dance and grab and touch one-another and after a while she feels this hard thing on her lower back. She looks at you in shock and possibly asks you if it’s your dick. You fake an embarrassed answer and if she is adventurous she immediately asks you to bring her to her place where she will get the pounding of her life. While, if she is a bit shy she just waits for you to ask and doesn’t even let you finish the question, before pulling you outside of the club to a cab.”

“Jesus Laura. You have described the three to a tee.”

“Well I know how girls think. But only three, huh? What about the fourth?”

“Well she was actually the third chronologically speaking. And yeah, while she was also quite overwhelmed she was spunky, chirpy and adventurous. İstanbul Escort She did not just concede defeat in front of me and lay like a dead salmon.”

“Was she hot?” I looked at her suspiciously. “I don’t want to trap you. I am genuinely interested.”

“Fine. I don’t know if hot is the right word. She was certainly sexy though. Redhead and quite short at 5’3″, small B cups and a nice, tight 36″ butt, which she clearly knew was her best feature. She was clearly stealing the show while dancing on the floor. Also, she approached me and not the other way around, knowing what she wanted. Could you pass me the large wooden spoon?”

“Here. Did she say something?

“Yes. ‘I like big guys and you are the biggest in the room. If you are fun to dance with I will show you a different dance later.'”

“Damn. She really knows her shit. Here, taste.”

“I think it’s ready. Yes, it was quite interesting to say the least. She was also the only one who managed to continue after my first load.”

“Impressive. Let’s sit and I will tell my bits.”

We moved the food, set the table and started eating. Laura interrupted her eating to say, “Before I begin, would you say it has been fun? This week I mean.”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t want to do it regularly. But enough about me. Tell me about your dozens and hundreds of conquests,” I teased her.

“Dickhead. Well I think I should start with the first guy. I went to a bar and was quite nervous, I must admit. I sat at a stool and ordered a drink and instantly a guy came over. I had never been the receiver of dumb half-drunk advances, and while this guy was desperate and I let him down immediately it was quite flattering in a way.”

“Well, I am sure you were the hottest girl in the bar.”

“Not to sound too modest, but yes, by a lot. I think most guys approaching me did it due to a bet with their friends without really hoping to achieve anything. It was fun, surprisingly. Though not something to do regularly. I decided to go home, since in my mind I had made enough steps forward, when next to the exit I heard a charming voice saying, ‘You know you’re the item of desire of all guys there and probably some girls too?’ I immediately understood his game and after looking at him, he was relatively handsome by the way, I decided to play along, ‘Of course I know. I mean, have you looked at this?’ I gestured through my curves jiggling more than was necessary. He then said I was at least funny and conscious of my attributes and he offered to go back in and offered me a drink. We talked about this and that for not too long and then we went to his home- “

“Where he fucked you.”

“Correction. I fucked him. Royally. It’s been a bit of a theme these last days. I have always been the more dominant figure.”

“Weird. Except for when we had Maddie over I never have experienced you as dominating.”

“Because it is impossible with you. And do not misunderstand me. I love you in charge and being at your mercy even if you are always very respectful. But you are more man than all those guys this week combined, so I think subconsciously I thought I will not go down to their level and treat them as I treat you. I think in my mind I belong to you, sexually of course, and everything else is below me. If this makes sense.”

“In a weird and confusing way. Kind of.”

“Well, this was the first evening. Starting Tuesday I didn’t want to waste any time, so I approached guys and said directly I had a bet with my boyfriend regarding who can fuck more and whether they agreed to help me out. All except for one accepted. He said he doesn’t sleep with dumb bimbos. Well his loss.”

“What an asshole. Did you enjoy your week on the whole?”

“Like you, I found it fun but not to repeat any time soon.”

“I’m glad we agree. Now I want to hear some details, at least about the threesomes.”

“Honestly, all men were passable, but not great. You really spoiled me, Rick. There were some interesting bits though. The Wednesday guy had a pretty big dick. I’d say seven and a half to eight inches. He thought he was the biggest alpha male, even saying things like ‘I bet your boyfriend is tiny compared to me.’ I did not reply in fear I would have laughed in his face. Unfortunately, he was a total butt man and as soon as he took me from behind to appreciate my ass, he came instantly. The most fun I had though on Saturday which was the second of the threesomes. I asked this guy whether he wanted to fuck me and he replied whether I would like for his boyfriend to join in.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yes. They were both bisexual, so I agreed. We arrived at one of the guy’s flat and as soon as they removed their trousers I immediately understood the dynamics of the relationship.”

“How so?”

“Well, one was quite big. A bit larger than Wednesday guy. The other was tiny. Like two inches tiny. And seeing how his boyfriend teased him he clearly was into being humiliated. However, I established that I would have been the main attraction of the evening and not a guy with a mere eight incher. I rode him squishing his face with my tits and he came in a couple of minutes. Meanwhile the tiny guy was as hard as a rock, so I blew him. It was the easiest blowjob in the world, understandably. He also came quickly, but who wouldn’t?”

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Marilyn sat up to face me as I untangled myself from my clothes. Pulling my face towards her, she spattered it with kisses, licking my mouth and neck like a cat, pushing her tongue fatly between my lips and sucking my breath like a Hoover.

Without warning, she slowly rolled away from me, cocking her legs aside in a strawberry flourish. She bent forward to kiss me, giving me a perfect glimpse down her cleavage at her plump and sumptuous breasts.

“Just be a sec, honey, I need to freshen up.”

I lay on my back, my skimpy white briefs sticking out at funny angles, poised for her re-entrance. She loved the drama, tension and excitement of our relationship and planned each occasion very carefully.

Her reappearance startled me slightly, she had changed into a mid blue business suit, vaguely mannish in its cut. She pirouetted round, expressing her delight at my reaction. The waisted jacket pulling her breasts together and the skin-tight skirt pronouncing and defining her hips and bottom perfectly. She looked delicious and I laughed and clapped at her display.

She swaggered forward; grinning with success and slowly fell on top of me, her hips on mine at 90°.

I felt the weight of her pelvis pressing against my belly, she folded her arms and rested her head, sliding her body into position, her tummy squarely on my manhood, she turned and mouthed the words;

“Stroke my bottom, honey, do whatever you want, but stroke my bottom first. I am wearing a nice, fresh pair of knickers for you to munch on.”

I complied without question, smoothing my palms over the rambling hills of her derriere, stroking the profile of her knickers and pressing the heel of my hand along the crease.

“I can feel the bulge of your cock prodding my belly…”

“And I can feel the heat draught of your body; it is sending a warm current between your legs.”

“Spank me…”

This took a moment to register.

“Spank me gently, honey, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, so spank me till I say enough…”

My cock was pulsing like a heat pump as I slowly but purposefully slapped her rump at 2-3 second intervals.

Every slap brought a deeper mewing from her mouth.

“Just a little harder…”

My hand began to tingle and it crossed my mind that if this was me, I would be saying “enough!” I did gain a degree of pleasure, that is undeniable, but more to do with her response than the act of doing it…I slapped her harder, but coupled this between the pauses by stroking deeper and deeper into the crevasse of her rump.

“Your cock feels so hot and hard.”

I curled my hand beneath her and inside her jacket, Ataşehir Escort which by now had become somewhat crumpled, to fondle her breasts as I steadily spanked and stroked. I could feel her nipples tight and stiff inside her bra and twisted her slightly to watch the slow exposition of her body.

Her eyes were almost fully glazed with lust as she began to part her thighs, pressing against me in unmistakeable signal to run my hands up her skirt.

I stroked around her stockings, hungry for her centre of gravity but loving the pleasure she was deriving from my ministration. She reached down and hitched her skirt a little higher, reducing the pressure and spreading her thighs a little further apart. My hand wandered higher, I could feel the tiny beads of moisture on her legs as I reached the hem of her knickers. She slowly pulled up her skirt, exposing half of her white, glossy silk undies for my delectation.

“I went lingerie shopping yesterday…this is what I found.”

The tight but sexy fabric of her skirt was suddenly replaced by a soft and sleek marshmallow of what appeared to be very nice quality silk and lace… A little label with “strumpet and pink” peeked shyly from the waistband.

“Spank me again…”

With bursting veins in my cock, I slowly slapped her bottom, experienced now in the requisite physics to provide the perfect result. My spanking slowed to maybe once every 5 seconds, increasing her anticipation and allowing me time to fondle her rump again. I began to slide my fingers along her crease, feeling the astonishing oily wetness inside. She had almost lost control and spread her legs obscenely apart.

“Put your hand in the pocket of my skirt, honey…there’s something in there I would love you to try out for me,” she almost whispered.

I had noticed a slight bulge in her jacket pocket, but assumed it was a handkerchief. I dipped inside and pulled out a pair of her plain white satin panties, freshly laundered and smelling faintly of her favoured perfume.

“Would you like to change into those, please, mmmm I would love to fondle your cock through them.”

This was a first for me, but by no means discomforting or troubling. I stood up by the side of the bed with my back to her and slowly (I think seductively ha ha ha ha) stripped off my M & S briefs to don the little knickers.

I felt her lips kiss by bum as I stooped to put them on and paused to enjoy the moment…she was running her tongue around the crease where my thigh meets my bum and added to the fun by placing her fingers between my legs and gently stroking my balls.

As I pulled them into place, I turned Acıbadem Escort to look at Marilyn’s pose of total abandon. She was now lying on her side; her legs apart, her knickers sporting a lovely damp patch. She pulled me gently towards her and began mouthing my cock through the satin. I was too aroused for words and closed my eyes as she began to fondle me through the material, pressing ever more firmly with her mouth against my throbbing erection.

She pulled the front of the knickers down, enough to release the tip of my cock and gently pulled the foreskin back, releasing a small trickle of fluid in the process. She mewed softly and putting the bulb into her mouth, began to softly wank me up and down with her lips.

All the while she caressed and fondled my bum and my balls through the material – it was becoming too much for me and I felt my thighs and lower legs trembling slightly as she sucked.

Unwilling to release my juices at that moment, I coaxed her into stopping.

“I loved spanking your bottom, Mazza, may I do it for just a little longer?”

She mewed her acceptance and flipped over into position, pulling off her rumpled jacket in the process. I set myself down beside her, my cocktip sticking out from the top of her knickers just a few inches from her face. Slowly and gingerly I began to slap her bottom once again.

She seemed to be in rapture and squirmed lewdly around beside me as I spanked her.

“I am going to cum in a moment,” she said. “When I say the word, would you put your cock against my bum?”

Needing no further encouragement I moved into position. She lifted herself into a kneeling position crouched over, with her skirt in place, allowing me the pleasure of raising it again.

Slowly I lifted the hem, gradually exposing the rounded bulges of her bottom and the pretty strumpet and pink knickers. The damp patch had spread outward, the juices now soaking the whole of her plump fanny and the groove of her bum.

I pulled my (her) knickers down just far enough to release my cock…I was really beginning to enjoy the sensation of the satin and made several mental notes. I pressed the length gently into her bum groove and began to slide it up and down.

I could see the pinkness at the edges of her knickers where my accuracy had failed, but it seemed to be of little consequence, I stroked the areas gently in a soothing motion as my muscle rubbed up and down her crease.

I slid the tip between her legs, massaging her slit, feeling and seeing the growing wetness and listening to her rapid, hastening gasps.

“Slide your cock inside my cunt, honey, I İstanbul Escort am soooo horny and need to feel you splashing me all over.”

I did as she asked and spread her pretty knickers aside to easily slide into her sodden and oily puss. She gasped as I slowly drove forward, mouthing her usual torrent of erotic filth.

“Oh dear God! My cunt is on fire, I want your spunk all over me,” she almost choked the words, “splash my sweet fanny and spread your lovely hot spunk all around.”

No sooner had she said it than I felt her tremble in the helpless precursor to her orgasm. Mine too was not far behind and I felt the sticky wetness of her fanny against my thighs as I thrust my manhood into her gurgling hole.

She bucked and fucked against me as her climax struck, I remember thinking to myself “I wonder if anyone can hear this?”

We seemed to be making such a squelchy noise, never mind her tirade of very sexy, but quite voluble passion.

Finally, just as I felt her knees give way, I felt the rush as my own climax peaked and quickly slid my cock from her juice soaked quim. I know she loves that moment when cum splashes, so I urged her to put her fingers into place.

I carefully positioned my cock close to her fingers and watched as my spunk shot in little jets to splash against her fingers and smooth shaven fanny. She made almost as much noise during this as when she had her own climax which somehow served me to provide several copious spurts of the milky white cum onto her fingers, palms and quim.

Marilyn rolled forwards, spreading the juices all around her knickers and fanny, slowly regaining her breath. I slipped off the little pair of knickers, wet with both our juices and placed them into the pocket of my jeans; I still have them, though I have yet to reprise the wearing of them.

We shared a long, lingering kiss to complete our perfect afternoon and I could feel her hands beneath us, wallowing around in the sticky goo as she murmured sleepily in my ear.

“I am going to miss you, this has been such a wonderful, sexy vacation which I won’t ever forget.”

I reassured her that it was unlikely to be the last and certainly worth repeating at the first opportunity. Eventually we drifted off to sleep, the alarm set for her morning flight. I hid a bottle of her favourite perfume in the side pocket of her luggage before she finally left and a small gift which I knew she would enjoy – one of those little painted, pink, East Anglian thatched houses with a flint wall around it and a little wishing well…classically English to remind her of the fun she had enjoyed. She called me from home as soon as she arrived to thank me.

We equally enjoyed the experiences of the times we had shared and warmly relive them during our carefully structured and periodic telephone calls. I am eternally thankful to Marilyn for her warmth, candour and unconditional passion.

End

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Hey all, here’s yet another new story! This is my first attempt to write something vaguely British (Though not with proper spelling or colour, obviously.)

If you’re curious about other things I’m working on, please get in touch with me via my contacts information page here.

And please, if you leave comments, don’t feel the need to hide behind anonymity. I know my work isn’t for everybody, but I have a proven track record of taking all criticism with grace and kindness, all being anonymous does is deprive me of the chance to learn from my mistakes and come to understand what might please you better. Enjoy!

–Veronica Divine

*****

Dear Diary

(Before we begin, I want to make one thing perfectly clear: I was complicit in every word you are about to read. There are times when I may embellish to suggest I’m powerless at times when I’m really not (because what can I say, it makes for a more scandalous read, doesn’t it?) and with the exception of me hitting my own head on a bed at one point I was fully in charge of my faculties and choices. I could have said ‘no’ to anything that happened. I could have walked away. I chose not to, because as depraved and dark as these experiences were at times, they were exciting, and, being the pervert I’m slowly discovering myself to be, I wanted them. Now, with that disclaimer to make anything that might seem like dubious consent clear as enthusiastic consent, let’s proceed, shall we?)

Dear Diary Again,

This has been the best 18th birthday party a girl could have.

I got a new car, American, a beautiful little Red Camaro, new sunglasses, a pair of diamond earrings, and a new custom-made bra, since I outgrew the largest K-cup one I had. It’s a good thing my mum and pop are so successful or we’d never be able to afford to keep my boobs up. It’s quite comfortable. I tried it on along with the earrings before my bath tonight. They go great with my ginger-tinted black hair and pale crystal eyes. There I go again, expositing my own features to my own fucking Diary. No wonder the maid thinks I’m an egoist.

But damnit, Diary, what can I say? I look good.

Ugh, now I’m going to have a go at myself in the shower. I don’t know what’s with me lately, but I just can’t seem to take sex off my brain.

I keep trying to push it to the back of my mind, but there it is again. Last night I dreamed I was getting worked over by “The

Ordinary Boys”, only they were making *me* sing. Is it normal for a virgin to have such elaborate sex dreams?

I’ll write to you again, dearest darling most adorable diary, when I get to my new home at Cobham Hall. Out on my own, away from my parents for the first time. I think it’s going to be a ton of fun!

*****

My spirits sang as I walked across the campus towards the south Tudor wing of Cobham Hall. The campus was beautiful, the air was crisp and cool (which had the unfortunate side effect of making my fat nipples poke through my tee-shirt a bit) and I was about to meet my dorm-mates. There were to be three of them, one second year and two older girls. In addition to the tee-shirt I had easy moving clothes… shorts, a thong, my birthday bra, and sensible ugly shoes.

My spirits dropped however when I finally opened the door to the room. The first thing I took in was the size of the place. The room was far smaller than any place I’d ever lived by myself, and here I was, about to be grouped with three others in it. The second problem was the STATE of the place. There were clothes everywhere, left-over food wrappers, and other nasty nick-nacks. Lastly, there were my roommates themselves. All three of their eyes popped out, fixing on my chest like everyone always does at first. We all just stood in silence a moment taking each other in.

“Ahhhhh, so you’re the new filth.” Said the tallest of the three, a slim Red-head with short hair. She was curvy, but nowhere near as curvy as me, with some nicely defined muscles. Her green eyes traveled up and down my form in a way usually only done by men. In one hand, she held a bright red apple that she was lazily tossing up and down. That was a little intimidating, but I was far more frightened by the long black riding crop she held in her other. I sincerely hoped she was about to go saddle up.

The next girl was petite in all dimensions save one. Despite her being short and slight and somewhat flat-chested, her ass curved out like a pear, high and rounded. She was wearing thick-rimmed black glasses that matched her jet-black long hair, currently done up in a bun. “No no, Denise, call her by her proper name. Clearly she’s called Titty-McBrabuster Wobblemelons.” She taunted.

“No. Filth is Filth.” Said the third girl, a blonde with astonishing gold eyes, her smile was malicious as well and I could only swallow as she moved around behind me to lock the door with an audible CLICK.

“What’s going on?” I asked, setting down my purse. I wished I had stuff, but my valet wouldn’t be bringing it for a few hours at least.

“Ohhhh nothing, love… we’re just all Maltepe Escort going to be good friends here is all.” The blonde caressed my cheek. “I’m Sylvia.” She said, abruptly giving my bum a friendly spank.

“Yes we are.” Said the Brunette. “I’m Matilda. I’m your age, but ahead of my class so I’ve already been here a year.

“You just have to learn some rules first.” Ginger Denise said, standing right in front of me, her impressive breasts nearly touching my more impressive ones.

“What rules?” I asked, swallowing hard, intimidated by her confidence and proximity.

“Rule number 1.” She said, whipping her hand out and grabbing my Tee-shirt, TEARING it open from the collar down. She whistled at the sight of my bra, roughly spinning me to let Matilda unhook it and Sylvia pull the cups from my tits. I had never been stripped so fast!

“Bloooooody hell, she’s a fucking L-CUP!” Sylvia hooted, staring at my label. Denise scowled, turning me back around.

“Rule number ONE!” Denise Growled. I opened my mouth to ask why she was being so mean and she silenced me with a swat of the riding crop across my thigh. “RULE NUMBER ONE!” She roared. “I am TOP BITCH around here. That means my boobs are the biggest!”

I blinked in astonishment, “Well you can hardly do anything about my–” She interrupted me by giving my right breast a meaty slap with her hand, the huge chest-melon wobbling all over. I opened mouth again only to be reward by her smacking the other one.

“Ladies? Confiscate her tits. She’s lost boob-having privileges for the week.” Denise barked it out like an order and Sylvia and Matilda set on me, roughly gripping me as they spun and pushed me around between them.

I was disoriented, so t took me a moment to realize they had a thick roll of some black material, they were binding it around my torso. The stuff seemed to grip to itself and they pressed in hard. Soon I was bound up, bosom painfully smooshed flat. Sylvia slipped a new shirt over my head, spinning me now to face the mirror. I looked flat-chested…and kind of fat.

Denise stepped up to me again, tangling a hand in my hair and bringing my face down into her now only bra-clad breasts, grinding me into her cleavage. She slowly ground me in to the softness. “That’s right bitch. Bigger than yours now. Hey girls! I think she likes it!” She cackled, jiggling her torso to batter my head around. She wasn’t entirely wrong… I was in a little pain and utterly humiliated, but something about the sheer lewdness of what was happening to me made my pussy tingle.

Finally Denise cast me off, and I tripped a bit on a lower bunk, sitting down hard.

“Rule number TWO!” Denise barked, reaching under the mattress of the bunk above me. She produced something absurd I could only stare at. “If you’re gonna hang with us, you have to be able to fucking handle a real man!” She leveled the object for my face and slowly yet forcefully crammed it against my lips. “Open up, bitch!”

My life at home was sheltered. I knew what I was looking at was a reasonable simulacrum of, well, a male organ. But of the few of those I’d seen in life, THIS one was huge, easily a full 8 inches long and as thick as a broom handle. Now the thick head of this…this dildo, was being bludgeoned against my lips. Seeing now choice in the situation I parted my full lips and dropped my jaw, only hoping that this psychopath wasn’t going to kill me.

I’m not sure if she was or not. She stuck it in, just the first few inches at first, letting it sort of rest on my lower lip. “SUCK!” She commanded as she wiggled it around, viciously challenging every angle of my mouth. It made the strangest noise as I sucked, a sort of slurpy rhythm broken up by the way she wrenched it around. That weird little demon that lives inside me seemed to like this noise, and my face turned bright red as my sex went from merely tingly to wet. I hoped the moisture wasn’t showing through my shorts. I was sure if this madwoman realized I was aroused there would only be more exotic punishments in store for me.

My reverie was interrupted by her thrusting it in deep, an audible gagging noise filling the room. I brought my arms up…I could have pushed her away or slapped the thing out of my hand, but some part of my wanted to prove myself. Instead I did a curious thing; locking eyes defiantly with her I reached up and gently caressed the large testicles at the base of the fake dick. She looked in shock, not sure what to make of that. Then I crammed forward, letting the big thing enter my throat.

That was a mistake. I gagged hard, choked, and nearly puked, whipping my head back to allow freedom and air, accidentally smacking my head on the top bunk with a resounding *CRACK* I was out like a light.

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Dear Diary,

My dreams have been odd lately. They’re all…dirty. In my dreams, people are always taking their clothes off, licking each other, groping… everything is always glistening wet. Bodies are sweating. It’s raining.

I don’t understand Anadolu Yakası Escort it. I’m a good girl! I swear to you diary, I never used to spend so much time thinking of all this stuff, now it’s always on my mind, even when I’m asleep.

After I hit my head, I woke up in a strange room, with beds and pillows all over. Then a door opened and *I* walked in. I was dressed in a strange red outfit, leather I think, and bright red. A tiny top held up my huge tits from the bottom, the tops of my areolas peaking above the rims of the cups, and beneath I wore only a black thong with fire painted on the crotch. I also had horns…tiny ones, and might have seen a tail swishing around back there.

“What is this? Who are you?”

“I’m you.” She said. “The real you. I’m the little Demoness you have lurking inside. The one that knows what it wants and is going to start going for it real soon.”

“And what is it I want, huh?”

“You know the answer to that. And you shall have it. And don’t worry…we’re going to get revenge on those bitches you’re bunked with too.”

She sashayed over to me, lifted one of my tits in her palm and let it drop with a bounce. The second I felt the tug, I snapped awake.

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The tug I felt was the pressure of my poor bound up boobs. You just can’t conceal as much sheer bosom tonnage as I have without causing some fairly serious discomfort. I blinked and looked around. I seemed to be in some sort of gymnasium, large and desolate… but this one was filled with people in varying states of chaos. There were maybe 50 of us, all around the same age, all looking confused and scared. Half were women, half, oddly enough for a female boarding school, were men. One gender was indeterminate because they were so thoroughly wrapped up in duct tape, nothing about them could be determined, apart from their obvious wriggling discomfort.

It became clear to me that I was the only one who had been unconscious, and one of the few unbound at the hands or ankles. I stood and walked around, looking for a way out. The doors, alas, were chained shut, and when I caught my reflection I was humiliated to see various words drawn on my face in makeup. “Slut.” “Filth” “Bitch.” “Whore.” Then there was the crudely drawn outline of a penis on my forehead. My face flushed crimson.

Suddenly, as though planned in ceremony, two locked doors to the male and female locker rooms burst open, and in strutted an older boy and an older girl I had never seen. The male, a tall, handsome, athletic looking brunette with one of those awful “Faux-hawk” hairstyles swaggered an extra step forward, speaking to us all in a booming churlish drawl.

“Good afternoon, Filth. Welcome to the last part of your initiation. My name is Nigel, and I represent the contingent of boys from the Rochester Golf Club down the road. I have bad news, ladies…if you look around you; these are the only boys you’re going to be allowed to fraternize with during your time here at Cobham Hall. If I do so say so myself, I’ve never seen a sadder, punier bunch of little bitchboys in my whole life. And I’ve seen a lot of filth.”

Then the girl stepped forward. She was blonde, slender, tall, blue-eyed, with a cruel smirk that seemed to be perpetually engraved on her face. “Well-put Nigel. I don’t think the boys are in luck either. Look at these bitches! I don’t think a one of them has a brain in her head or a boob in her bra. Your fellows will be lucky if these sad things can figure out which bits of them the dick is supposed to go in. Shall we?”

“Allison, we shall.” He responded, and the two of them wandered amongst us. Each had part of a deck of playing cards, and as they passed, they handed (or in duct-taped boy-or-girl’s case, stuck) a card to each of us “Filth” as we had apparently become known. As they did so, other older boys and girls began to march in. It was a much larger group than the assembled Filth, which was not surprising since it comprised every 19, 20, and 21-year old between the two institutions. Three years against one. So this was how hazing worked.

Now I saw my roommates again, Denise as usual at the head of them, the three surrounding me yet again. I began to wonder if their three bodies leering over me would be how I would always remember the trio.

“SMITH!” Shouted Nigel. Three boys pulled a scared looking ginger forward, taking from him the card he’d been assigned earlier, the 9 of spades. “THIS ONE!” Allison called in response, indicating a mousy young girl with a 9 of clubs. The six boys and girls who were in charge of each of them marched their respective victims together, into the locker rooms.

The Gym was silent for maybe 15 minutes. Then the door swung open, the nameless girl sheepishly walking back into the room. She was red from head to toe, humiliated clearly, and walked in mincing little steps. The three girls with her did not attempt to stop her as she fled the gym. The boy, Smith, never emerged. I found this part the most frightening.

I waited. And waited. İstanbul Escort And waited. The ritual continued and girl after girl fled the gym. Some were quiet. Some sullen and ash faced. A few left bawling in tears. One left completely wet, her perky nipples showing through her soaked blouse. My roommates made small talk, discussing the weather, or pointing out things they thought about the different Filth. The three made a pact that after things were done here; they were going to sneak into town to go get some unlady-like drinks at one of the pubs a few miles away. Hours and hours later I was the last present.

“Haddon.” Nigel intoned, not bothering to shout to the much emptier gymnasium. He simply pointed at me, then at the one who bore my card, a short, nervous looking little man with large glasses and a stupid looking necktie.

Denise, Sylvia and Matilda grabbed my shoulders and back, leading me into the locker room. The awkward looking boy was chucked in as well.

“You’re lucky, Filth.” Said Denise. “We’ve decided to go easy on you since we already put you in your place pretty well back in the room.”

“You’re not getting off so lucky.” Nigel said to the still un-named boy. “We’re gonna let you off light here, maybe even let you have a little fun. But later tonight we’re gonna beat the shit outta you. Sleep with one eye open, bitch-boy.” Nigel backed it up with a crack of his Knuckles. I could tell this guy was an asshole already, but that just threw it into overdrive.

“Now then.” One of the other boys added. “Let’s introduce you, then.” He cleared his throat. “Frances Haddon, this is Jack Lassater. Jack, Frankie.” One of the boys slapped him on the back of the head, just to be a bastard.

Now Denise stepped closer to use. “Your mission is simple, Jack. We just want you to cut Frankie’s shirt open.” She produced a pair of scissors. “We don’t want you to hurt her, now.”

His voice cracked. “Uh, okay. Um. Sorry Frankie.”

I scowled. If he were a real man couldn’t he say no? Take his lumps? Then I noticed one of Nigel’s fellow classmates folding his arms. He made Nigel look as weak as Nigel made Jack look! The damned things were like a pair of prizewinning hogs growing right from his shoulders, heavy and thick. One punch from one of those would probably shatter poor little Jack’s brain-pan. I was instantly flooded with sympathy. The girls had been rough on me, sure, demeaning even, but there was no need for such direct violence, such a contemptuous display. I resigned myself to hold still, let him cut my shirt, and maybe even give him a little show. I thought of it as giving a dying man his final pleasure.

He was nervous, his hands trembled, and I was more than a little worried he would slip and stick me somewhere sensitive. He slowly, carefully moved his hands, breath shaky as more and more of my shirt split. When he reached the level of the binding, he paused, slipping the scissors cold against my skin to delicately sunder the nagahide that bound me. Here he had to have the patience of a locksmith, sloooowwwwly cutting the binding and shirt away, leaning in close to make absolutely sure he was not cutting skin, yet still making progress.

He only had to be about 75% of the way done for the explosion to happen. So much titflesh compressed into such a small place was more than a match for the stitches of cloth he was still working on, and my boobs launched out! The colossal pair wrapped right around his head, totally swallowing his head into my cleavage, the shreds of my shirt fell to the floor, and the scissors were launched from his grip with such force that they stabbed into the wall. The boys in the room gasped and stared appreciatively. Sylvia and Matilda giggled. Denise’s eyes flashed down to her own rack and back to mine, a look of jealousy plain on her face. A little part of me was even proud as absurd as the situation was.

Pride turned to horror when the cameras came out. All three of the girls has been hiding them at the ready until this moment and now there were flashes and clicks everywhere, shot after shot my exposed tits with a boy sandwiched between them, shot after shot of him pulling back sheepishly, hair tousled, shot after shot of me blushing redder and redder, my humiliation growing by the moment. Finally they had enough it seemed and the boys walked out. Denise came close, shoving Jack’s head back into my boobs one last time as she spoke to me.

“We own you now filth. Step out of line one millimeter and these pictures become screensavers, posters, and postcards that get mailed to your parents. Got it?” She asked. I shook my head in overwhelmed terror. “Why are you doing this?” I asked. “Because this is how you’re supposed to treat filth. Because I don’t like you. Most of all though, dear, filth, because it’s fun.” She shot back. Then with a single playful tweak of one of my thimble-sized nipples she strode from the room, the other girls in tow.

Jack and I stood there a long moment, basking in what had just happened, our shared humiliation hanging thick in the air like the fog on a moor. But shame was slowly replaced by anger. That Demoness who lived inside me was *not* pleased to see me laid low like this, and she was already contemplating revenge. My brain flicked through idea after idea, no quite knowing the best form for vengeance to take.

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I was sitting around my house watching tv and just waiting for my girlfriend, Karen, to come over after she went out with some of her friends for drinks. Karen is a gorgeous, buxom brunette, about 5’10” with long hair and captivating brown eyes, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her after a long few days apart. I rose when the doorbell rang and opened the door to find Karen dressed sexier than I had ever seen her. She obviously had gotten changed after work and looked jaw-droppingly hot in a short sparkly silver dress, sheer pantyhose, and matching strappy silver heels. I couldn’t even speak-my breath was taken away as I stared. “Hi baby!” she purred, giving me a hug and a long, sensuous kiss. Her seductive perfume filled my senses as she pressed her sexy body against me. I held her close, my cock starting to swell and press against her when I heard heels clicking and female laughter coming up the sidewalk. “I invited Simone and Rachel over for a “nightcap”. I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind in the least. Simone and Rachel were two of Karen’s sexiest friends, completely opposite types but equally hot. Simone was a gorgeous punk chick, actually a couple inches taller then Karen, and very slender. She had long black hair which she wore in sexy bangs, always wore red lipstick and heavy eye makeup, and had lots of tattoos on her arms, legs and shoulders. Simone played bass in a local girl band that was just starting to get big. They were all very sexy and really talented, but it was hard not to just stare at Simone’s body when they played. She was very assertive and wild onstage, but quiet mostly when you hung out with her. Eventually when she got to know you she was really funny and interesting. Because of her lifestyle, I assumed she had a kinky side, but wasn’t sure what she was into. She usually wore torn black jeans or a short kilt with a black band shirt, but tonight she was all glammed up in a short, sleeveless vintage black lace dress with black stockings and sexy high-heeled boots which made her tower confidently over all of us.

Rachel was a petite, sexy blond girl who everybody just wanted to spank. She was about 5’2″ with long, curly hair and stunning ass and perfect tits. Rachel came from a very wealthy family and always wore the latest designer clothes. She had light blond hair and very striking brown eyes and heavy eyebrows, kind of like Gwen Stefani or Lady Gaga. Because of her classic blond looks and tight little body, Rachel had always had guys fawning over her, and there was something that was extremely sexual about her all the time. It was actually hard to have a conversation with her sometimes, since when she talked to you, it was impossible to not start daydreaming about eating her out or sucking on her ample tits. It was embarrassing to have to ask her to repeat herself, but she would always give you a triumphant smile that said, “I know you were just thinking about fucking me, and you’d do anything to touch me,”,and then patiently repeat herself. Even though sometimes people would automatically assume she was bratty and snooty, she was a very sweet, good-hearted girl. Still, everyone, including her, knew that she would always have anything, and any man she wanted. Rachel always looked hot as hell and tonight was no exception in her tiny, tight red tube dress, sheer pantyhose and matching red stiletto heels.

The two girls hugged me from either side as we greeted each other, and Karen joined in from behind, completely surrounding me in warm, beautiful women in the sexiest outfits imaginable. Eventually they stepped back, giving me more time to drink in the sight of their beautiful bodies in their provocative dresses. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, finally being able to speak, “You all look incredible! Why’s everybody all dressed up?”

“Because it’s Girls’ Night, bitches! WOO-HOO!” Karen shouted out as her friends cheered along. They were all pretty fired up and rowdy tonight, which made things even sexier, but I still couldn’t wait until her friends left because I absolutely had to fuck Karen long and hard the second after they took off.

We all came inside, the girls removing their shoes and boots, showing me even more of their legs and their sexy silken feet, which I knew were going to be a distraction. I was surprised that all three of them were wearing stockings, even though it still wasn’t fashionable for young women to wear. On the occasions when Karen surprised me with a garter belt and stockings in bed, she saw how it drove me wild and made me fuck her endlessly until we both collapsed in a sweaty pile. Once, in my dreamy post-orgasmic state, I blurted out how I had always had a fascination and obsession with nylon-covered legs, how lucky girls were to get to wear stockings, and how if more women wore nylons today and knew how much power it gave them over men, they could rule the world. She winked and said “I know.”

Karen sat down on the end of my sectional couch and shouted out her typical Friday night mantra, “I need Anadolu Yakası Escort weed and a footrub immediately!” I sat down next to her while she put her legs up on me and started packing a bowl of my stash of killer skunk weed. As she adjusted herself and lit up, her nylon-clad calves slid up and down my still-stiff cock, which her friends hopefully didn’t notice as they sat down, Simone on the other side of me on the sectional, and Rachel in a chair next to us. After taking a hit, I passed the bowl over to Simone, again being teased by any movement I made by Karen’s silky legs against my cock and balls. Then I got to work on her feet, slowly stroking her long toes and and sexy arches while the girls and I casually talked about work, current events, etc., while occasionally following a movie I was watching, and getting more stoned, not to mention I had smoked a little before they came.

As I continued Karen’s massage, I felt very strange touching her so intimately around her friends, especially since in this situation we would usually start making out passionately and eventually go up to bed. I also couldn’t stop staring at the girls’ legs and feet. Every time one of them would innocently curl their toes or cross their legs I would become overwhelmed with lust and need. Karen stretched herself out and moaned softly as I heard her legs swishing together and seemingly getting longer as she relaxed. She seemed to be getting really turned on by my hands on her, while we all pretended to be concentrating on the movie. “Mmmmmm, thanks Chris,” she purred as I finished. “Now can you please hand me that blanket? My legs are getting a little cold.” After grabbing the blanket, I reluctantly covered her feet and legs. “Awwww thank yoooouuuu. You make me feel so spoiled.”

“Shut up bitch!” Simone laughed. “Stop bragging about how comfortable you are when there’s no one here to rub my feet. Guys want us to wear these towering slutty shoes for them but they never want to give us massages later. What’s up with that?”

“I wouldn’t know,” bragged Karen. “Chris always takes care of me. In fact, he can give you guys footrubs. I don’t care, and I don’t think he would mind, would you, Chris?” She wiggled the sole of her foot against the ever-present bulge in my shorts, hopefully not noticed by anyone but me.

“Umm, okay, if it’s definitely okay with you…” I stammered, not believing my luck, but also trying to not let the girls know that I had been a slave all my life to a powerful stocking fetish and this was the most diabolical tease anyone could concoct for me.

“What? It’s just reflexology. It’s totally legit. Why don’t you girls open us a bottle of wine and bring some glasses here? You can borrow my boyfriend but I’m not getting up!”

As soon as the girls walked out of the room, Karen sprang up from the couch and pulled me to my feet. She immediately pressed herself against me and started kissing me passionately, wrapping her long, slender arms around me, and sticking her hands down the back of my shorts and underwear, grabbing my ass and pulling me even closer to her. “Thanks for taking care of my friends,” she whispered in her sexiest voice, before sticking her tongue in my ear and panting slightly, driving me crazy. The next thing I knew, my shorts and underwear were on the floor around my ankles and Karen flashed me a wicked smile as she shoved me, off balance, back down on the couch.

Thinking this was a prank, I quickly grabbed for my pants to pull them up. I didn’t want her friends to see my cock! As I got my shorts halfway up, she darted her slick feet in between my legs, blocking me from covering myself, as well as completely paralyzing me every time her silky soles or toes touched my inner thighs. I flew into a panic as I heard Simone and Rachel coming down the hallway, adjusting the legs of my shorts and bunching them up around my knees, hopefully looking like I was still wearing them. I quickly covered us with the blanket again literally one second before the girls walked back in, carrying a bottle of red wine and four glasses. Seemingly, we were in the exact position as when the girls had left. Only this time, my cock and balls were completely exposed, and my knees were bound together by my shorts waistband. Not to mention Karen’s silky toes were starting to sneak up my inner thighs. She smiled innocently as she began her torment.

“Okay, I’m first,” stated Simone, as she slid herself closer to me on the couch, her dress riding up her black-stockinged thighs, wiggling her long toes seductively as she stared right at me and smiled, taking a big sip of wine. Her black toenails and ankle tattoos turned me on even further as I stroked her feet and ankles. She didn’t seem too awkward or shy about having her friend’s boyfriend intimately touching such an erogenous zone on her. It was almost like she automatically expected me to serve her and give her pleasure. As I rubbed and stroked Simone’s feet, ankles and toes, Karen Avrupa Yakası Escort kept my cock and balls trapped between her feet and very subtly stroked me to the point of coming, innocently chatting with her girlfriends about seemingly harmless topics, never acknowledging what she was doing to me. As I continued to massage Simone’s pretty feet, she eventually started moaning softly, while squeezing her legs together and breathing in deeply, and I wondered if she was having a secret orgasm, as the pre-come slowly dripped out of me onto Karen’s foot, making things slicker.

“Thank you, Chris,” Simone cooed, wiggling her toes. “Let me have some of that blanket too,” she said, grabbing a section of it and nearly exposing me, before stretching out and very lightly grazing my naked hips with her soles and toes. We all looked over to Rachel, who was sitting on the chair with her toes pointed towards each other. I started to panic, not wanting to have to walk over to her and be exposed, with Karen’s soles both now laying flat on my hard cock anyway.

Instead, Rachel got up very slowly, stretched herself out, her ass and tits jutting out irresistibly, and started walking over to me, staring hungrily at me while Karen teased my cock further in her ever-changing silk prison. Rachel’s pussy was right in front of my face for about ten seconds as she stood in front of my coffee table. She bent down low to clear a space on the table and sat down before me, her tits almost popping out of her dress, and slowly extended her foot towards me.

“Listen Chris, I need you to be completely honest with me because I’m worried about something. These shoes are a little old and I had them on all day. My feet don’t smell do they?” With that, Rachel lifted her foot a couple of inches away from my nose while wiggling her toes innocently. I gasped involuntarily as Karen wrapped both sets of silky toes around my hardness, giggling.

“Eeeeeew Rachel, what the hell?” Simone said laughingly, pressing her feet against me. Actually Rachel’s feet did smell a little bit like dried sweat and expensive Italian leather, and I found it deliciously erotic. I just didn’t know how to tell her that.

“Umm, they don’t smell bad. They’re fine,” I said.

“Oh that’s good. I know there’s guys who are weird about it. Like they’ll buy old stockings or shoes on the internet and sniff them and get turned on by that. Can you imagine that?” Actually I could.

“Well I just think all women are amazing, and I appreciate them totally, from head to toe.”

Rachel smiled, fully aware that she owned me now, and gently placed her feet on top of the blanket, pressing Karen’s feet against me even more, and purred, “Okay, you can appreciate these then!”

I stared, almost drooling, at her perfectly pedicured tiny feet, her toenails a wicked deep red which matched her dress, and slowly pulled them towards me. I could tell by the look she gave me that she was pretty used to having men at her feet. I rubbed them slowly and thoroughly while she gazed into my eyes, eventually leaning back on the table, arching her back and stretching her tight dancer’s legs out in front of me. I grabbed as much of her ankles and calves as I could and strove to drive away all of Rachel’s stress. When I finally was finished, she purred, “Mmmmmm, that was so good, I feel great now! Karen, your boyfriend did such a good job with us. How can we ever repay him?”

“Let’s give him lap dances!” chimed in Simone, making us all laugh, though that sounded great to me.

“Hmmm maybe,” said Rachel, curling her toes subtly. “But I think first we should let him experience how good pantyhose can feel firsthand. I know I really enjoy the sensation of wearing super silky nylon, and besides, it’s pretty obvious he has a nylon fetish!” The girls all giggled while I must have turned beet red with embarrassment.

These were all totally outrageous suggestions and I never expected Karen to approve, but she simply reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of black pantyhose and handed it to me. “Here you go-I always carry a spare! Go ahead into the bathroom and put these on for me, and we’ll take care of the rest.” I very quickly slipped my shorts back on while they were looking elsewhere, stood up and walked sheepishly into the bathroom. Closing the door, my heart was racing as I slipped off the shorts and underwear, slowly sliding the tight pantyhose from my toes all the way up to my waist.

It felt incredible. The entire bottom half of my body was being constantly stimulated and lifted up by the stretchy nylon and spandex, and my throbbing cock and balls were pulled up and trapped inside the tight silky panel. I heard the girls giggling and putting on some sexy music outside the door. Since there was no way to calm down my raging erection, I pulled my t-shirt down over my crotch and ass as well as I could and walked slowly outside. The girls squealed and applauded with hearty approval as I stood İstanbul Escort before them. Someone had put a dining room chair in the room, facing the couch.

“They look great, but the shirt’s got to go. It’s ruining the whole look,” Karen said teasingly, as she pulled the shirt up over my head and ordered me to stand up straight. “Much better,” she purred as her friends surrounded me, running their hands over my chest, touching my thighs and squeezing my ass.

“Well I guess he likes them,” teased Rachel, no doubt referring to my stubborn cock, still fully hard. Simone was putting her boots back on, I guess because they made her look especially hot for my dance. Karen immediately took charge.

“Okay, have a seat. I’ll let you get a lap dance from Simone, but you have to let me make out with Rachel for a while we watch you,” she said, smiling wickedly. “You don’t mind do you? Of course, I’m also going to have to make sure you behave while my friends dance for you. The girls already know this, but another great thing about nylons is that they have so many uses. Isn’t that right, Rachel?”

Rachel, who was behind me giggled, “Oh definitely,” as she pulled my hands behind the chair easily and wrapped another pair of stockings around my wrists, tying them efficiently behind the chair. I was still struck dumb, and my heart was racing faster than ever in my life when Karen stepped over to me and jammed her tongue down my mouth in a long hot kiss, while sliding her hands up and down my silky thighs. “Thank you for being such a good boyfriend,” she whispered, I tried to wrap my arms around her, but then remembered I was still tied.

Karen gave me a little pout, pursing her lips at me and slowly pulled away as Simone’s spiky boot heels started clicking my way. Simone towered above me, looking down with fire in her eyes and a sexy smirk as she walked closer to my chair, still fully clothed but looking incredibly erotic. I was worried that I might come as she stood with her pussy right in my face for several seconds before she very slowly straddled me, her nylon legs rubbing sensuously together with mine!

“Karen, do we still have any weed left?” asked Simone, ignoring me for a second.

“We do have some,” said Karen, passing Simone a new pipe. “But I think we need to conserve it by sharing hits.”

“I agree,” snickered Simone, flicking the lighter. “Okay Chris, get ready to breathe in,” she said, taking a deep hit and holding it in a few seconds. She then pressed her red lips against mine, prying my mouth open and filling my lungs with chronic weed smoke. I was shocked by her kiss and nervously held the smoke in my lungs, when I felt Rachel’s petite hand turning my head to face her. She kissed me, slipping her tongue between my lips and literally taking my breath away. After a few seconds she pressed herself against Karen in a passionate kiss, feeding her the smoke as their breasts pressed together sexily. Karen exhaled just as Simone took another hit, and we repeated the chain three more times as I pulled futilely against my bonds.

“Oh well, that’s kicked. Let’s go over to the couch,” said Karen as she wrapped her arm around Rachel’s waist. I stared at their asses and the backs of their legs as they stepped away together. Simone moved her head forward and kissed me deeply, very gently but constantly, as she ran her hands all over my body, driving me wild. She then started kissing my neck and chest, while I stared helplessly at Karen and Rachel making out heavily on the couch, their nylon legs entwined, grabbing at each other’s breasts and legs.

“You belong to all of us from now on,” Simone whispered in my ear as she pressed herself tightly against me, nibbling and licking my ear. “It’s what Karen wants…Mmmmmm, you know I’ve always liked you, but now that she says I can do anything I want with you, we are gonna have so much fun together!” I looked over to Karen, but her head was leaning back as Rachel peeled down her spaghetti straps and started slowly sucking on her tits.

Simone looked me in the eyes and ran her fingers behind my knees and up my inner thighs, causing me to moan involuntarily. “Do you like how they feel? You should probably get used to them. I know Karen’s really enjoying putting you in stockings and this will be an ongoing thing, she says.” Simone lightly scraped her nails across my silk-covered balls and kept teasing me as I groaned helplessly.

“You know, I should have a talk with the girls in my band. We might need an obedient footboy. I mean there’s so many guys at our gigs begging to lick our pussies, we might as well get someone to do that and take care of our aching feet too! Hmmm, I think you deserve to get a little air.”

And with that, she ripped a hole in the crotch of my pantyhose with her fingernails, releasing my rigid cock but still leaving my balls trapped inside the nylon material. “Would you like that, Chris? Four pairs of sweaty legs and feet up on you, taking turns having you serve us? Of course, we’d have to have you properly dressed for the occasion, right?” she teased, tickling my balls again while I squirmed. I heard a moan and we both looked over to see Karen gazing at us with Rachel kneeling in front of her, licking and kissing her way up her satiny thighs.

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For years, I’ve been fascinated by the amateur girls who sign up to be filmed while visiting a gloryhole. So many of them appear to be average women with a certain, special affinity for sucking cock. What’s it like to be one of those women? What could motivate a woman to risk the exposure of sucking cock on video for money? And how does she deal with it afterward? Read on as we explore the thoughts of one such woman wrestling with the decision to do it and how it made her feel. All heterosexual sex ahead!

*

The shame kicked in as soon as the adrenaline high faded. “You did great, Susan. Really good. Few women can do what you did today, only the special ones, and you are very special.” Gary’s earnest support sounded sincere and still felt hollow. His website had a hundred other girls who had done the same thing. She wasn’t one in a hundred, she was one of a hundred with a hundred more to come. How special could she really be?

“You’re just being nice.” Suzanne dismissed his praise with a wave of her hand. That was before her hands started shaking again. What qualified as good? She had been a willing, wet, warm hole for those guys.

“I’m serious, Girl. I bet I go through a thousand emails before finding one woman willing to do it.”

“Then I’m one in a thousand.”

“More like one in ten thousand or even a hundred thousand,” he insisted. Pulling his hand from the steering wheel, Gary nearly patted her knee before replacing it. Suzanne appreciated his control. She didn’t want to be touched at the moment. She didn’t deserve to be touched. “Seriously, Susie-Q, what you did was remarkable.”

“It’s Suzanne,” she corrected. “Not Sue, Susan, and definitely not Susie-Q.”

Unfazed by her rebuke, Gary flashed his big smile and nodded “Well, Suzanne, even if you never do this again, you did it once. You did something few women could do. You were brave, fierce, and owned it. You did good.”

“I did it for the money,” she said, still clutching the rolled-up stack of bills inside her sweaty fist.

“You’re a performer, not a whore.”

Her reply did not honor the value she found in his comment. Feeling better about what she had done would take longer than a single car ride. “Is there a difference?”

Gary chuckled. “According to my performer friends, probably not.”

“Do all your performer friends do what I do?”

He shook his head. “Most of them are musicians. A couple singers, but mostly guitarists, drummers, bass players. You get it.”

She didn’t see the parallel. “I guess we’re all whores in our own way, aren’t we?”

He pulled up to her car near the last row of the grocery store with the unfortunate name. Summer Fresh certainly suggested fresh produce, unless you said the name out loud with a bit of a slur and it sounded more like you were saying, “Some are fresh.” Sitting in Gary’s car for a moment longer, she watched Moms with carts filled with toddlers, groceries, and diapers. Could she still become one of them? Once that video hit the interwebs, would any man ever want her again?

“Keep this,” she said, shoving the money back at him. “Keep this and destroy that video.”

“I can’t do that,” Gary said in a very measured tone. “That’s your money. You earned it.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Yes, you do,” he said in the same carefully modulated tone. “You want and need it or else you wouldn’t have met with me.”

“Maybe I just wanted to do it,” she said, feeling frantic. She couldn’t let that video hit the internet. What if an old boyfriend saw it? Or her Dad? Or anyone? “Maybe I just wanted to suck a bunch of anonymous dick.”

“You could have done that without me.”

“Maybe I have, you don’t know!”

Gary laughed again. “You’re right, I don’t, except I know your type. You liked the fantasy of it and you liked doing it, too. You liked the idea of being bad and the thrill that anyone might find out. What’s done is done. Everyone is going to know and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Not if you don’t pay me for my services.”

“You mean performance,” he carefully altered. “You did not provide me a service, you performed for my camera. Big difference. I hired you as a performer and you signed the contract. Like it or not, that gives me a legal right to use your image however I see fit.”

“Not if I didn’t get paid.”

“Except you did.”

She wanted to throw the money in his face, except she couldn’t let go of it. She needed this stack of hundred dollar bills. Her car needed it. Her cat needed it. Even her pantry needed it. “I didn’t get paid if I give it back to you.”

She watched Gary’s patience leaving his sparkling blue eyes. She saw the pupils narrowing into pinpoints. His eyes changed from kind and merry to hard and piercing. “You gave up the rights to your image when you signed that contract. Whether you are paid for your performance or not, I’m still posting it and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

That’s when the tears started. Tears Bostancı Escort and begging as her mind went into overdrive for the loophole she couldn’t see. “Then let me buy the rights back.”

Gary’s sharp bark of laughter startled her as the merry look returned to his face. “Sure! Fifty thousand dollars sounds about right.”

“What the fuck?”

His smile grew even bigger. “Do you have any idea how much it’s worth to my website to have a pretty face like yours on the homepage? You’re money in the bank for me, girlfriend. Money in MY bank account.”

“You are such a fucking dick!”

“I’m a businessman, baby. Welcome to the porn business.”

Through eyes still wet with tears, Suzanne glared at him as hate-filled her every fiber.

“And let me tell you, everyone is going to love seeing that pretty face filled with all those cocks. All of them, girlfriend. Remember the little shrimpy one that spewed so much cum? Or those big black cocks you sucked? Had you ever tasted a BBC before today? Oh yeah, and what about that uncut one! You loved that one, didn’t you?”

She pulled the door handle with the panicked, needful force of a fighter pilot pulling the ejection lever on a plane destined for a crash. She erupted from the low-slung sports car with leather seats and a sound system that had engulfed her with music and darted for her car, fumbling for keys to unlock a car no one would ever try to steal.

“Call me when you need another payday,” Gary said, climbing out of his car to shut the door left open on the passenger’s side.

Suzanne twisted the key in her car’s ignition with a prayer that it might start on the first try. Fortune favored her. Dragging the selector into drive, she sped off with only one direction in mind, Away! She got as far as the McDonald’s parking lot one block away before tears made her vision too blurry to drive. “FUCK!” she screamed, beating her steer wheel with clenched fists. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

The tears lasted longer than she wanted. Everything did. The drive home. The walk up the stairs to her apartment and the long shower she took trying to wash away the memory of her sins. So many cocks.

* * *

“You are doing so good,” Gary whispered inside the tiny booth. At least he didn’t smell bad. According to him, this was one of the bigger booths. Porn played on the TV screen with the sound muted. The LED ring light around the lens of his camera messed with Suzanne’s night vision turning Gary into nothing more than a vague man-sized shape and soothing voice. “Only three more to go before you break the record.”

“What record?” she asked, poking two fingers through one of the holes in the wall. She could see the man inside the neighboring booth. Surely, he could see the bright light streaming from her booth to his and knew what it meant. He fed bills into the machine as he stroked the front of his jeans. He started to turn up the volume. Suzanne spoke through the hole. “Keep the volume low, please.”

“Yeah, okay,” the man grunted, eyeing the hole as he fished inside his pants.

“What record?” she asked again.

“Most cocks in a single day,” Gary replied, still filming. Could you still call it filming when it’s was shot on digital? Suzanne found the technology fascinating. She had recognized the camera as soon as she had seen it. The large-format, DSL camera took stills or high-quality video. “Only three more to go.”

“How many have I done so far?”

“Six,” he lied. “Maybe seven.” Suzanne knew it was a lie. She put the number at nine or ten. “Like I said, four more to beat the record.”

“I thought you said three?”

“Three to tie, four to break,” he said, stooping to get a good shot of the Caucasian cock slipping through the hole towards Suzanne’s waiting mouth. She flashed his camera a smile and held the first open mouth lick for a moment before engulfing the pleasantly average sized cock. Her chest felt slimy from cum and drool. She caressed a breast, smearing the running glob of semen dripping between her tits like sweat. Hell, maybe it was sweat? She couldn’t be sure. Sweat, semen, or drool from her mouth, did it really matter?

Cupping her tongue on the underside of the man’s cock in her mouth, she moved her head back and forth in slow strokes for the camera. The anonymous man’s cock felt good against her tongue. Unlike the last guy, this one didn’t smell funky and he had shaved. So many of the guys had either shaved or trimmed their pubes. Had that been pre-arranged? Was that something guys who visit gloryholes usually did? She had no idea.

The man on the other side of the plywood knocked three times, a sign that his orgasm would soon happen. She had given up trying to figure out how they knew to do that. For all she knew, there was a sign on the other side of the wall with instructions or maybe it was common etiquette? Those were questions for another day, for this moment, she knew what she had to do as Gary pushed himself closer Ümraniye Escort to the wall to get the best shot.

Suzanne opened her mouth wide as the moaning man behind the wall released his load. Some of his jizz slipped off her tongue while she showed her cum-coated tongue to the camera. She swallowed the rest without savoring the taste. She flashed the camera a big smile. “Perfect,” Gary assured her. Spying another droplet oozing from the man’s tip, she quickly lapped it up before he retreated. “Yes! Good! Great!” Sated, the man pulled away and Suzanne tried to spy on his face as he bent to pull up his pants. Like the other men, he looked older and very average. She wished she could know more about him.

“You’ve got another customer,” Gary pointed out, pulling away to capture a shot of the opposite wall where another man had already shoved his big prick through the hole.

“Only three more, right?”

“Four,” Gary corrected. She didn’t trust his math, but did it matter? Performing a well-orchestrated ballet, they moved to the opposite wall for a repeat performance on a thicker cock with bulbous, mushroom head. Suzanne wanted to fuck a cock like that at some point. Fucking a cock with that shape seemed interesting to her. Fucking a cock with that shape would be more interesting than sucking it. She opened her mouth and gave Gary the shot he required before wrapping her lips around it and doing what she could to get the new man off.

It didn’t require much finesse to get off the man with the pronounced mushroom-shaped head to his prick. Within a couple of minutes, he knocked and came with more force than she expected. Giggling, she pulled back and got a spurt of creamy white cum across the bridge of her nose for pulling away. She wiped off her face, scooping up the cum and fingering it into her mouth. “Now I’m down to just three more for the record, right?”

“Something like that,” Gary assured her. “You might want to try to do four more just to make sure. I might not be able to use footage of every guy.”

“Dick.”

“Probably,” he laughed. “Speaking of which . . .”

Suzanne turned her head and saw another cock eagerly throbbing for her attention. Something about that eager throbbing still excited her. She liked seeing a hard cock in need of satisfying as much as she enjoyed the slightly salty, sometimes acidic prize she received for a job well done.

* * *

“That man was a fucking liar, ” she told her cat. Smokey turned his head for scratches behind his left ear, too. He didn’t care about her language. “He probably thinks I wasn’t keeping count, except I was. I know how many. . . how many cocks I sucked today.” Saying that word outside the tiny booth felt funny. She wondered why they were called “cocks.” She didn’t wonder enough to go look up an answer.

“So many,” she told her purring cat. “More than all the dicks I have fucked, sucked, or jerked off up to this point in my life.” Suzanne knew her number. Numbers came easily to her. Three in high school and three more the summer after high school. She could add two more during her first year in college. Wait, three, she mentally corrected remembering that one party and the blowjob she had given as a goof.

Having a real boyfriend kept the number more reasonable during the next two years. There was Tom, the threesome with Tom and his friend added one more, and her single cheat over spring break added three more. “And you know about the two since Tom,” she told Smokey, bringing her total to fourteen.

Scritch-scratching behind the ears of her purring cat, she said her new total out loud for the first time. “Twenty-nine.” Quite unexpectedly, she shivered and felt that undeniable, tingly ache between her legs right before Smokey tried biting her hand. He had had enough of her math and scritches.

The dark-furred cat left her lap and sauntered towards his food bowl. “I don’t blame you,” she said, curling into a ball on the couch as she hugged her knees. She called after her cat with another realization, “That’s more than one a year!” With a blank stare, she rocked for a few minutes as she remembered the faces that went along with each number until the only face she could assign to the ones from today turned into Gary’s face. “Fucking jerk,” she muttered.

Fifteen dicks had meant fifteen orgasms. Each of them in her mouth. All of them swallowed or mostly swallowed. Before she dressed, Gary provided wet wipes for her chest and stomach. Cocks poked through both holes while she wiped clean her face, neck, tits, and stomach. Gary had never tried to push himself on her and never suggested she give him a courtesy blowjob. Had he pulled it out, she might have done it. Like Grandma used to say, In for a penny, in for a pound.

Suzanne picked up her phone, doing a quick fact check before opening her calculator. According to the ‘net, the average man ejaculates between 1 to 5 ml, making the biggest ones around the size of a teaspoon. That didn’t Anadolu Yakası Escort feel right to her but all the science seemed to agree. Knowing some of the men had given her more than others, she arbitrarily decided they had averaged 4 ml per man. A shot of whiskey measured 1.25 ounces. After an easy conversation to milliliters, she had swallowed less than two shot glasses of cum. Less after allowing for how much she had dripped down her front.

Thinking in terms of shots made her want one of those, too. She uncurled from the couch. If there was a day that deserved the good stuff, this was that day.

* * *

After expressing her interest (and being verified as a real person), Gary had provided Suzanne with a free pass to his website. “Check it out. Watch as many vids as you want, just remember, you don’t have to get naked if that makes you uncomfortable.”

In the privacy of her little apartment, Suzanne booted up her laptop for its bigger screen. After clicking past the age verification warning, she gasped at the graphic picture filling the top half of the page. An attractive, smiling woman held her mouth open for the camera in a dark room. The goo on her tongue was unmistakable in its color and consistency. The picture faded to show the same girl holding a cock sticking through a hole in the wall. The next picture caught her mouth open with cum on her tongue while capturing another spurt of pearly white semen in midair. Again, the girl looked very happy.

Scrolling down the page showed one screen capture after another of college-aged girls up to hot looking MILFs either sucking a cock or proudly showing off the prize their sucking had earned. The erupting cocks on display looked as different as the faces of the women. Some of the women looked very attractive, a few of them looked very average and a couple of them would have benefited from a professional consultation with a dermatologist and an orthodontist.

Suzanne’s eyes couldn’t stop staring at all the cocks. So many cocks. So many hard-ons, erections, pricks, dicks, or what have you. While most were white, a few were black or brown and she felt a shiver followed by a familiar tingle. She had never tasted a black cock or a brown one. Did they feel different? Taste different? Her degree in anthropology triggered a curiosity that watching videos could never resolve.

After entering the log-in credentials Gary had provided, she looked at row after row of thumbnails each showing a close-up of a woman with her mouth wide open as she received a mouthful of cum. Overwhelmed with choices, she clicked on a title that said it was that particular woman’s first visit. Did that mean some women had visited more than once or was it wishful thinking on Gary’s part marking each video as her first time?

The woman tagged as Micah looked cute, but average, appearing vaguely Jewish in her ancestry with her hooked nose and slightly olive skin tones. Suzanne knew that didn’t mean anything, not within the great melting pot of America and its history of mixed marriages. Micah smiled for the camera. In a diluted way, Micah reminded Suzanne of the actor who had played Rachel in the old TV series “Glee.”

If Micah was nervous, it didn’t show as she smiled for the camera. After Gary asked if she was ready to do this, the first of many cocks appeared in the slot on the wall of the tiny booth. The vertical slot made more sense than a hole in the wall. How else could the opening accommodate men of different heights? As the man pressed his lower torso against the hole, the camera captured only his cock, balls, and a bit of his tummy. Suzanne longed to see more of the man. She squirmed at the idea of only being allowed to see his erection and knowing nothing more about him.

Micah had kept her make-up light and simple, she wore her long hair loose and pulled behind her back, and wasn’t naked. Suzanne breathed a sigh of relief over that last detail. Gary had said nudity was optional. In shorts and a summertime blouse, Micah looked like any other woman shopping at Target or anywhere else. Her nails were recently done in neutral tones and squared-off tips.

The first cock of the day poked through the hole in the wall. Giggling, Micah tentatively reached out and stroked the hard erection. A moment later, she began sucking on it as if it belonged to her long lost lover. Zooming in closer, the camera captured each moment of the oral delights she offered the stranger behind the wall in explicit detail. Suzanne squirmed witnessing the raw, carnal sexuality of the act.

The pretty woman with the hook nose and simple make-up sucked on that cock until the man erupted inside her mouth and a counter appeared in the corner of the screen, Cumshot 1. As soon as she finished, a second cock had appeared in the opposite hole, throbbing and eager for her warm, wet mouth. Micah pounced on it.

* * *

When she swirled the amber liquid inside the short glass the ice clicked softly against the sides. Her dad would consider it a sin against nature if he knew she was diluting good bourbon with melting ice. Dad always had novelty ice balls coated in plastic for his drink. When thawed, the balls felt squishy, nearly like a man’s balls. Frozen, they would cool a drink without diluting it.

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Father Ben paced nervously in his quarters late on a Thursday evening, a glass of brandy beside his favorite chair, and a half smoked cigar emitting a last futile plumelet of smoke in his ashtray. He was in his pajamas, bathrobe, and slippers; his mind lost in thought. Sister Holly sat nearby in a plain white dressing gown, her bare legs crossed and her toes twitching, sipping from a snifter. “I told you, Ben. Mother General Stacy has overrated her knowledge of feminist theology for decades now. Even though she got a doctorate in Rome, her grasp of this topic still revolves around of a VW van parked at Woodstock.”

He nodded. “I know now, that’s sure as shit. The other guys are pissed as hell, and unless I find something to make them happy, my credibility as an Abbot is in the toilet.” He stopped relight his stogie before taking another shot of liquor. “They’ve hardly spoken to her between the sessions, and today they hardly spoke to me.” He resumed pacing again, sending upgrade to gray clouds.

Holly uncrossed and recrossed her legs and took another sip. “You need a stroke of inspiration, and you need it quickly. If this were my penance day, I know what would take your mind off this. But we must keep things in order in our relationship.”

“Is there anything we can say to Stacy that will improve things tomorrow?”

“There might be something she can do tonight,” Holly said with a distant look in her eye. “At times when Stacy and I have been drinking she remembered her party animal days quite fondly. She once believed in ‘Free Love’ with a passion, and told me it was a miracle she didn’t catch VD or get pregnant before she came to the convent.”

“If she could do something nice for the guys tonight, then tomorrow would be a different story. What would you have in mind?”

Holly stood up and walked over next to Ben. “There was that one night,” she whispered, “when there was a particularly wild party, and she took on seven guys in a row. Her younger sister was there and told me about it one time when she visited us. How long has it been since you visited her at her Motherhouse?”

“Five months at least. My calendar’s been pretty full and she’s been bugging me to pay her a visit. Are you proposing we re-create the 60s?”

“Let’s see, what time it is?” Looking up at an antique clock on the wall, she noticed the time was 9:30. “A little late for monastic types, but I imagine Stacy is watching something on television.”

Ben blew a smoke ring. “Would you mind sauntering down to her quarters to see how interested she would be in reliving her youth?” She winked at him, put down her glass, and slipped out the door without a sound.

It was 10 minutes before Holly returned, and Ben had finished his cigar, taking the last gulp of his brandy as she entered. She sat next to him and said, “Stacy is a little incredulous the boys aren’t fascinated by her lectures, however the idea of some late-night recreation appeals to her. Of course, the situation would be that she would have no say in the matter, and be totally under the control of someone else.”

“Ah yes, that means anything that happens won’t be her fault. I think there’s something in the storeroom that may be of help.”

“What about your fellow Abbots? How will they justify all this?”

“How do guys generally justify things like this?” he replied, arching his eyebrow. Holly smiled and nodded. “In our storeroom is a set of stocks. I don’t know exactly how they got there, the history of this place goes back a long way, and there was an early Abbott that had some strange ideas of how the Chapter of Faults should be held. Brother Iggy restored it and made it look pretty good 40 years ago; what he had in mind is best not discussed. I think you and I could set it up in the chapter room.”

Holly rolled her eyes and started tapping her barefoot on the carpeted İstanbul Escort floor. “So there is some truth to the rumors of monastic decadence? This is too good to be true. We’ll get Stacy to help us, this sounds like her kind of crazy shit.”

They went down the hallway to the guest quarters, and Holly knocked on Stacy’s door. It opened almost instantly: Mother General Stacy was a tall woman in her early 70s, built like a linebacker with short grizzled hair, huge bushy eyebrows, high cheekbones, flashing blue eyes, and wore nothing but a blue bathrobe that barely covered her crotch area and pink fuzzy open toed slippers. A smile lit up her face when she saw Ben. “At last you’re going to take care of me, big boy. How many do you think you can line up for me?”

“I think everyone will be there except Johnny. His tastes run a different direction, as you know. Would you help us lug a piece of equipment from one of our storage areas?”

“Sounds kinky. I’m in. How you going to let them know what’s going on?”

Ben smiled. “I sent Marty a text and asked him to pass the word around. They’ll all be there.”

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve been gangbanged,” Stacy chuckled, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

The Chapter Room of the monastery was an indoor cloister, with a seat running the circumference of the room. Several icons, portraits of Saints, and ancient candleholders filled the walls, and on one end was an elaborate bar: a recent modification. When Ben and Stacy lugged the stocks into the room a large area had been cleared of chairs. Seven Abbots stood in their habits, with long rosaries as belt cords, and the cowls pulled over their heads to conceal their faces with their bare legs and feet showing they wore nothing underneath. “You guys look like you’re part of the Spanish Inquisition,” Ben griped.

“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition,” a high reedy voice murmured. They quickly ducked through a door before Stacy could see them, and after a moment Holly entered the room with a few things in her hands. “It’s a good thing the boys left for the moment,” Stacy said, “it adds to the romance of the evening. I think if I’m going to put my head and hands into that thing I’ll need a table or something to support my tummy.”

Ben went to the corner to bring a bench over and they discovered it was the perfect height to keep her company while restrained. “I think you need to lose the robe, but you can keep the slippers. Don’t want your feet getting cold.”

“You’re just the personification of hospitality, aren’t you Ben?” Holly sneered. “I think I need to stick around to make sure things don’t get too far out of hand. After all, nuns always travel in pairs.”

Ben and Stacy gave Holly a strange look, then looked at each other and shrugged as Stacy’s robe slid to the floor. Ben helped her guide her head in hands into the restraints making sure the bench would support her. Her chest was huge enough that her pendulous breasts hung down on either side. Walking to the back Ben slapped one of her thighs, “you’ll need to hold your legs a little more apart for this. Most of these guys are beyond their manhandling time. Would you like a blindfold or a gag?”

Holly said, “A blindfold sounds like a good idea, don’t you think Stacy?” The older woman nodded her head as best she could. “But I don’t think a gag is a good idea. Don’t you want to give the guys some options?”

“Read my mind,” Stacy said to the floor, then licked her lips lasciviously. “As long as too many don’t want oral sex, we should be all right. Maybe you should get some butter if anybody needs some lubrication.”

He promptly tied a folded dishcloth over her head, testing to make sure she couldn’t see. The younger nun jumped to her feet and darted on tip toes down the room to the bar, looking through the drawers. Kadıköy Escort She returned with a jar of light green liquid. “I found some olive oil. It doesn’t look like it’s extra-Virgin, but that would be rather irrelevant to tonight’s proceedings, wouldn’t it?”

Some snickers came from out of sight. Holly brought Ben the liquid and he put it on the floor beside her right foot. “Olly, Olly, oxen free,” he said, and his confères emerged. ” I think we need to make sure she’s ready to go, and make sure you guys are, too. I’ll get her started, and whoever is ready first can take first helping.”

Ben smacked her hard four times, alternating cheeks, before feeling her groin. His fingers started playing with the huge folds, and soon his questing fingers had buried themselves inside. Looking at the other Abbots, he saw they had pulled their skirts up about their waists, tying them up by their belt rosaries, and all were stroking themselves searching for rigidity. Pulling his hand out, he slapped lily white butt several times more, turning them red, and was able to get three fingers inside her ancient vagina afterward.

A wizened old man with a full bushy head of wild salt and pepper hair with a matching beard came up first, and got down underneath Stacy, laying on the floor. Making himself comfortable, he began stroking the sides of her breasts gently with his fingertips, occasionally stroking her nipples, which turned rock hard immediately. Ben and Holly watched with fascination. “I never knew Tom was a tit man,” Ben murmured, “never knew he had any interest in sex at all.”

“Shh,” Holly said, “I’m remembering the night we had in Venice when we were teenagers. I came just with you sucking my nipples.” Her face was turning a little red, and her breathing was increasing.

“Look, Johnny came after all.” A portly abbot was walking up behind, stroking his medium size cock, and reaching for the oil. “Wonder what he’s going to do?”

Holly punched Ben’s arm and he was quiet. Johnny spread her asscheeks and poured a huge dollop right into her rectum. Stacy groaned as he worked one finger, then a second, inside and poured more oil. When he was satisfied with the lubrication, he oiled his penis and put it at her dark entrance. A look back as his confères brought nods of approval, and he gently pushed it, seeking entrance. It took several tries, but eventually Stacy’s butthole accepted the intruder and Johnny slid his cock in and out in a leisurely pace. A rosy hue appeared on Stacy’s cheeks; she grimaced and blinked her eyes as she took it, before her breathing quickened and she reached an orgasm. Johnny kept up his pace relentlessly until he grimaced, shooting his seed into her bowels.

A huge monk slipped off his habit: another tall, portly man with a slightly larger cock than Johnny’s. His right hand was spinning his rosary in a circle while his left was pulling his pecker. Coming up behind Stacy, he started whipping her butt with it, making her shriek and squirm, laying several thin, bright red lines across her ass. Tom was still gently playing with the huge mounds below while the monk tried to push himself roughly up her ass, succeeding after the third try. “Damn, this is my night for getting buttfucked,” Stacy complained, “is the next guy gonna use a crowbar or a baseball bat?” The big abbot whipped her butt a few more times, the high pitched sizzle of the cord cutting through the air, bringing a series of yelps from the captive. As he got close to his orgasm, he reached down and put two fat fingers in Stacy’s cunt, working it hard and they reached their climaxes together.

Ben smiled. “See anything you like, Holly?” She hit him hard in the arm again.

The next abbot was holding a tall, white candle. He was even bigger than his predecessor, and poured a lot of oil on his pecker, making it glisten in the Ataşehir Escort soft light before working into her abused backside. “Damn, I’ve never had three in a row up the ass before,” Stacy murmured. “Glad you weren’t the first. Ouch, what it that? You’re dripping candle wax on my butt? Shiiiiit!” Beneath the table, Tom had moved from stroking the skin with his fingers to rubbing his soft beard all over her breasts, pausing to suck on a nipple from time to time as he went by. He raised his foot up and sought her slit with his toes, wiggling them on her clitoris once he found it. The candle went back and forth, leaving white dots on the flesh, and it wasn’t long before the abbot shoot his load up her dark highway. As he did it, Tom got his big toe buried completely in her snatch and brought her to another orgasm.

The last abbot was gigantic, and Holly gasped as he came forward. “I hope he doesn’t stick it up her ass like the others did. May have to take her to the hospital.” The man gave her a strange look, and stuck his girth directly up Stacy’s slick love canal in one thrust, making her gasp in surprise.

Stacy gasped, “Shit, at last a cock up my cunt.” She started singing ‘Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life’ as he pistoned in and out, she tried to buck back against him, limited by her restrains. “Yes, you can nibble on my tits, Tom. I like it that way. Shit. Holy mother of God. Fuck me, you great bastard, give me all that big cock. It’s been too long.” Stacy came again twice before the big man was able to shoot his load, pulling it out to spray his seed on her wax covered butt. They panted for a few moments and the abbots all left, except Tom, who was still sucking Stacy’s nipples.

“We need to turn her loose,” Holly said. “Get her a water bottle.”

“I think the guys are happy,” Ben said, “but Tom needs a little reward for his work.”

“My pleasure,” Tom said, getting up off the floor. “I could play with those wonderful things all day, if she’d let me.”

Stacy took a huge pull from the bottle when she was released. “No problem, Tom, I’d let you. You need to come out and see me sometime. But I need to reward you. Lay down on the bench and let’s see what’s going on.”

“I don’t know…” Tom whined.

With one pull, she yanked his habit up over his head. Tom’s ribs showed, his skin extremely pale, and his package was small: his erection was only an inch and a half. “What a nice dessert!” Stacy beamed. “I never thought I’d ever say this, but I’m tired of big dicks.”

Pushing him gently down on the bench, she started licking his little turnip until it stirred. He shuddered as she tongued his balls, so she kept licking them like a lollipop until he was rock hard. Pulling back the foreskin, Stacy took it in her mouth, taking in more and more, until she had him balls and all in her mouth. The magic of her mouth didn’t take long: in a couple of minutes Tom’s shuddered and thrust upward as he fed her his semen. She drank it down hungrily, a couple of little streams escaping the sides of her mouth, and held it in until it was flaccid again. He sighed as she released his scrotum from her lip lock, and lay there, not moving, just starting at the ceiling. Winking, she walked out of the room, forgetting her robe, returning to her rooms stark naked except for her fuzzy pink slilppers.

Ben and Holly left also, assuming Tom would recover after a while. The smile on his face was the biggest Ben had ever seen. When they got back to his rooms, he poured more brandy for both of them and lit another cigar. “I think we can call the retreat a success, can’t we?” he smirked.

Holly nodded. “I think you need to bring that set up in here.”

“I like that idea,” Ben smiled, “but there isn’t room in here. Stacy’s room isn’t usually used; we can put it there.”

She smiled. “Sounds like my next mortification will be brutal.”

Ben puffed his cigar and pictured it: Holly’s head and hands in the stocks, her body resting on the bench, her breasts bound with clothespins on the nipples and her ass red after flogging. “I’ll even get some condoms.”

“All right. But I’m not taking it up the ass.”

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As always, my heart raced as the time for my session approached. Time always passes so slowly when I’m in the waiting room. Even three minutes is a long time. I wanted to be in there with Holly.

I started going to her for massages – the regular kind – for muscle tension. She always did a very good job, especially when I went for the longer sessions – an hour and a half to two hours. Now I regularly go for two hours.

Holly is a petite woman in her mid thirties. Her pleasant and engaging personality assures her of a full schedule. Her reddish-blonde hair, along with full lips and a mild overbite, give her a sensual quality.

After several months of massage, our conversations became more personal and, to an extent, intimate. One day the subject hit on sexual kinks. We talked about “snowballing” and I mentioned that I’d never experienced it, but would like to. As I frequently did at other times, I developed a throbbing erection when talking about intimate matters. I could see that she was aroused – her nipples were hard and almost poked through her T-shirt. She knew that I noticed that. We both became silent as she continued to work on me.

After a few minutes Holly said, “If I did something you really want, you wouldn’t quit seeing me, would you?”

“Of course I wouldn’t quit seeing you,” I replied. I wondered what she was getting at.

She was quiet again, and continued with the massage. The sexual tension became more intense and saturated the atmosphere.

Suddenly I felt her hands on my testicles. She had never done that before. She tickle-touched all over my cock and my testicles while I gave deep sighs and soft moans.

“That feels so good, Holly,” I whispered.

She kept on, and kept on, with the teasing. I squirmed and thrust my hips toward her in an attempt to get her to make me cum. But she kept up the tickle-touch Bayan Eskort teasing. I hoarsely called out her name, and her sensuous smile broke through her sexy overbite several times. I was aroused; I was frustrated. I rocked from side to side as she kept teasing. My frustrated moans became louder.

Then she leaned down and wrapped her lips over the tip of my cock, while looking into my eyes. She continued to manipulate my testicles, and gradually inserted more of my erect member into her mouth. She worked on my cock with her tongue and got more aggressive with her hands. In almost no time I blasted forth, and my erection pulsed in her mouth.

When I had finished ejaculating, she pulled back. With her mouth closed, she brought her face close to mine. She pressed her soft lips against mine, and I opened up. She grasped my head with both hands and propelled the ejaculate into my mouth. I felt her tongue dart in and out as she attempted to push every bit of the “snowball” into me. It was heavenly, and if I had not spurted yet, her kisses alone would have sent me over the edge.

After she got the entire snowball in me, she pulled back and smiled. I was in awe of what she had done – it had exceeded my wildest dreams up to that time.

She had me turn over and continued the massage, finishing off with tickle-touching me all around my buttocks and testicles while I was on my tummy.

When I went for my next session a week later, neither of us said anything about the events of the previous one for a while. I started the session face down, and Holly pressed deeply on my shoulder and back, relieving some of the stress there. After she did a fair amount of massage, she did the tickle-touch thing all over my legs, and then on my buttocks. She frequently touched and stimulated my testicles as well, and after several minutes I was Anadolu Yakası Escort very aroused. She kept it up, and only after I started to squirm (and seep) she told me to turn over.

“How did you like the last session?” she teasingly asked, her overbite accentuating her smile.

“It was heavenly,” I sighed. Then I worked up the nerve to expand on the subject. “Have you heard the term ‘creampie’?”

“No, what does it mean?”

“It’s like snowballing, except from, you know, from ‘down there’. I haven’t done it, but I’ve heard that women REALLY like it once they’ve tried it.”

“Wow,” was all she said.

My cock stood up like a flagpole, and she continued to tease. In this position I could see her aroused smile, and she frequently just giggled at my extreme arousal. Her erect nipples pushed on her T-shirt.

Still teasing with her fingers, she gently touched her lips on mine. After some light kisses, she pressed in for some sensual kissing. After a few moments of this, she pulled back and put her finger in front of her mouth in a naughty-girl ‘shhhh’ manner, and then surprised me by taking off her shoes and slipping off her shorts. Then she slowly and teasingly removed her panties.

I could not keep my eyes from her pussy – it was perfectly framed in a triangle of reddish-blonde hair, with pouty labia poking through. There were shiny drops of feminine cream on her pussy from her arousal.

Holly climbed up on the table and straddled my midsection. With one hand she spread her pussy lips, while her other hand was wrapped around my cock. She slowly guided my cock into her pussy. I liked the way that my erection pried apart her labia as I entered her.

With my cock fully inside her, she put her hands on my shoulders to hold me down and then leaned over and teased my lips with hers. She pulled Pendik Escort back every time I wanted to press back for more sensuous kisses.

Her excited eyes and smile betrayed her arousal. Still pressing my shoulders to the table, she slowly pumped her hips. Her excited smile, along with her pumping and the feeling of being inside her, brought forth a copious ejaculation after only a few moments.

Holly kept me inside her for a few moments after I spurted. Finally she whispered, “Ready for dessert?” and slowly pulled out.

Almost instantly she straddled my mouth. Her pussy welcomed my attentions, and she gave me the copious amount of creamy mixture that was inside. I kissed and licked her labia while she rode me. After scarcely a few moments, she covered her mouth with her hands and climaxed. After she calmed down I kept sucking on her pussy until she pulled back.

The experience was a little different from what I expected, but Holly’s reaction ensured that I wanted to do it more with her.

From that point on, when I come in for a massage, Holly always has a firm pillow waiting for me on the massage table. I get on the table face down, and, since my hips are raised, she has easy access to my midsection. She frequently intersperses a few minutes of tickle-touch teasing with the massage, which gets me aroused to the point of seeping. Then, after I turn over, she continues to tease with her featherlight touch for what feels like forever.

Only then will she slip out of her clothes and climb on the table and mount my throbbing cock. Slowly – very slowly, she pumps her hips while either looking at me with her sensuous smile or tenderly kissing me. Over a long while I feel my inevitable ejaculation gradually building up, until it exceeds my threshold of endurance, and I buck and twist while spurting uncontrollably inside her. Then she’ll kiss me some more while keeping my cock inside her until she’s sure that she’s milked the last drop from me. She pulls out, and quickly straddles my mouth, and then I service her for all I’m worth.

She can’t get enough of creampie satisfaction, and I’m eager to provide it.

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