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When we were a lot younger, still struggling with ‘making our places in the world’, and in love, but ‘busy’, Julie was feeling pretty neglected. My hours were long, six days a week. Julie’s were long with 3 young daughters, seven days a week. Now, still happily married, having a more than acceptable sexual relationship with each other, Julie for some reason felt she had to tell me about happenings when we were in our fifth year of marriage. To hear her tell it…

Honey, you remember when Hank was soon to be married to Jeanne after dating her for three years, living together for two. He began coming on to me when we would get together for dinner with them, but always when you and Jeanne were in the kitchen or in other ways both out of sight. At first it was just smiles and brief hugs and talk of wanting a last fling. It developed further when Hank’s territory was changed to include our town and Hank spent Wednesday’s canvassing for new business. You remember, honey, that we would joke that Wednesday’s meant coffee for Hank at 9:30 sharp for a few months? Well, I have to confess to you now that coffee and donuts were not all that Hank and I shared on one of those mornings.

The weekly visits coincided with nap time for the girls. (I’m sure I let him know the timing, or maybe I just made the timing coincide with his visits??) At first we would have coffee and a snack, talk about how I was so very lonely with you being gone most waking hours and how the girls were so much work at their age, two in diapers, nursing the youngest, trying to remain sane while feeling like a prisoner in our own home. It just wasn’t easy to pack up three little ones and go out to do anything other than shop for baby food. Besides, money was tight in those days and where would I go?

Hank so soooo very understanding. Of course, honey, I now realize that he wanted me so very badly, as a last hurrah, that he would have pretended to be understanding even if I was a raving lunatic. You remember what he looked like back then; tall, lean, blonde, handsome in a weird sort of way, and muscular.

I knew he was muscular between his legs too, as I had seen the outline of his semi-hard cock in his jeans one night after he had hugged me for longer than just ‘hello’. I began to make sure I was made up and nicely dressed in a revealing top every Wednesday. Because I was nursing, a bra was mandatory, but I made sure I wore the sexiest one I had even though my nursing bras were more comfortable.

Those mornings began to be the highlight of my week, as I was relishing the attention, the compliments, the understanding and caring that you were not providing. Yes, sometimes I even thought I might be falling in love with Hank! Then I would come to my senses, realize that he and Jeanne were months away from marriage, and get back to reality that he wanted a fling and I wanted attention. I even started fantasizing while masturbating, sometimes while nursing the baby, (you and I were rarely ‘making love’; at best we were getting each other off by mutual masturbation, a quick fuck, and goodnight sweetheart), that Hank was Bostancı Escort nursing on my swollen breasts. I came so hard when thinking about that. My normal 34 B cups were 36 C or maybe D by this time, the nipples ½” while nursing, the areola their normal silver dollar size. Usually a light pink, the nursing mom’s were now a medium brown and you commented that you liked them better a light pink (like there was something I could do about that).

I think it was a warm September morning when Hank’s arrival was unusual. He was in slacks and Polo, not his usual business suit. Huh I asked? He just laughed and said that his company’s golf outing was that afternoon, and that he was just taking the morning off. What better way he said to spend a few hours prior to golf, than seeing his favorite mommy.

It was almost immediate, that he smiled, came towards me, and hugged me close. It was almost also immediate that I felt his cock start to swell, pressing against my pussy through my sundress. Ahh, that dress. You loved it as my tits were made to look even bigger than they were because of the way the fabric puffed out a bit but at the same time held my tits high. It was also easy to pull the stretchy material down over my bra. While our sex life together was usually mundane, that dress never failed in being a catalyst for us. Why did I wear it that morning?

We said nothing at first. He enjoyed knowing that I could feel the stirrings in his slacks, I enjoyed knowing the cause. I could also feel things happening in my body. My breasts, hours away from my next nursing session, began to leak a bit. My pussy began to leak a lot. I broke away and said ‘Hank, you know I love Mike and I know you love Jeanne. We cannot let this get out of control. Let’s have our coffee, enjoy the longer than usual time we have to visit, and hope you have a great round this afternoon.’ I glanced down and saw that my breast milk was not being absorbed by my sexy see-thru bra! I could only think to say ‘Now, look what you’ve done, my dress will stain, and I’ll be right back.’

As I turned to go change, Hank simply slid his arms around me from behind, his bulge now nestled between my ass cheeks, harder than before, and held me, kissing my neck and saying ‘Change? Why Change? Let me make sure that beautiful dress doesn’t get more stained.’ Ohhhh Hank.

I couldn’t take another step. I felt his hands reach up and pull the top of my dress over my bra and proceed to pull it down past my hips and to the floor. Oh God, thank goodness I thought, I wore the matching panties!! Can you imagine? Why, honey would such a ‘female’ thought pass my mind when our friend and my friend’s fiancée was removing my clothing??!!

I was almost like a deer in headlights. The only parts of me not nervously paralyzed were my tits and my pussy. All of the those body parts now virtually awash with the juices of desire and mother’s milk.

Hank continued kissing my neck. You know Mike what that does to me. As I started to breathe deeply and become truly hot, Hank told me, not asked me, to follow him. Straight to Ümraniye Escort our bedroom and marriage bed is where Hank led me. My first thought was to say ‘NO NOT HERE’ as even lust was momentarily overcome with feelings of guilt. Not guild for what had happened over the past weeks, or even the past minutes, but guilt over what I knew was about to happen.

Hank sat on the edge of the bed; yes, our bed, and motioned me over. So, here I am, in a wet see-through bra, wet, see through panties, breathing so rapidly it’s a wonder I didn’t pass out. I approached, knowing now that all I wanted was to be consumed by him, to feel wanted again, to have a truly powerful orgasm, not self induced!

Pulling my bra down over my right breast, Hank immediately began nursing at my hardening nipple which actually began gushing into his mouth even before he enveloped it! God it felt good and I shuddered with my first mini orgasm as he nursed hungrily. He was actually whimpering a bit like a baby as he licked and sucked. I pressed my hot cunt against his knee, the panties now completely transparent, showing off my swollen labia and brown, neatly trimmed bush. His slacks..yikes those nice golf slacks..now had to be laundered and pressed. Oh well, I could get that done in time..back to the matters at hand.

Hank stood, hugged me gently, but with sexual power I hadn’t felt in a long, long, time. He loosened his belt, unbuttoned and un-zipped his slacks, and as he bent to remove them, gave my right breast a final sucking as if he couldn’t stay away! As he lowered his pants over his boxers, the head, that beautiful, huge mushroom capped head, already oozing pre-cum to the point that it was dripping down almost to the floor, was already in view through the slit in his shorts. I had to touch it. I love to grab your shaft Mike you know, and use my thumb to spread your pre-cum over your glans. It feels so good to me and I know you’ve said that it is a wonderful feeling for you too.

Hank obviously agreed. When I grasped it and took my thumb and spread a copious amount of pre-cum he shouted ‘ahhhhhh my God Julie that feels soooo good’. He quickly removed shoes, sox, pants and boxers, kicking it all into a heap. He then removed his shirt and more carefully placed that over the edge of the bed. As he did that, he reclined, knees still bent over the edge of the bed and MYGOD, his dick was for the first time in full view. I couldn’t believe it. It had to be 10 or 11 inches long hon, but its circumference was what was truly awesome. You are not small, Mike, but this cock appeared to double yours. I immediately fell to my knees and replaced my thumb on his glistening cock head with my tongue. Now it was my turn to nurse. Like a wanton whore, I tried to deep throat him and could not. That, however didn’t deter me from bringing him off for the first time simply by running my tongue around the head and occasionally sucking up the pre-cum by going down as far as possible and sucking. When he came it was truly unbelievable. The spasms must have lasted 60 seconds, my sucking only making him groan and Ataşehir Escort yelp throughout. I managed to swallow most of his sweet cum, that which I could not dribbled down into my bra, cupping below my left, still encased, and now painful breast. He at once, at the end, became sensitive, and I knew to stop my intense sucking, and just licked the shaft calmly, relishing in the pleasure of knowing that he had truly enjoyed what had transpired so far.

The morning had only just begun.

I now not only wanted, but needed attention to my left breast. Hank scooted up onto our bed, propped his head on the pillows and motioned to me to join him. I couldn’t wait. Not only my tit, but my aching quim needed to be administered to. I practically tore off my bra and panties, and lay perpendicular to Hank on my right side, left breast easily in reach to his hungry mouth. He wasted no time in first licking his cum from under my breast, then depositing it on my nipple. Then he proceeded to suckle, while reaching down and parting my pussy lips with the middle finger of his right hand. God he was good. He found my clit immediately, and gently rubbed it taking me to my second cum. You know honey, how I like it when you rub my clit slowly, at times just stopping and applying pressure right before I cum? Well, somehow Hank must have known that, as he brought me off as if we had been lovers for years. Between his sucking on my tit, encircling the nipple at times with his tongue then suckling again as he drained my mother’s milk, I came rapidly another two times before we both just stopped and embraced.

I could have stayed there all day, just like that. But of course, the babies would awaken soon, and I had to face the reality that if I was going to feel that wonderful prick deep within me, we couldn’t waste too much time. I dreamily asked Hank if he thought he’d like to continue our love making, and he responded by saying ‘look’. I rolled over and saw that his organ had again swelled to its massive stature and I couldn’t resist giving it one more kiss and suck, before rolling over on my back and asking him to please hurry – not because of kiddies, but because I had to feel that giant cock in me, deep in me, as soon as possible.

Hank knew what I wanted, but guided that enormous head onto my clit and moved it back and forth, round and round until I virtually screamed ‘HANK – FUCK ME, JUST PLEASEEEEE FUCK MEEEE’. In it went, certainly now without any difficulty as I was wetter than I had ever been, swollen wide, and ready for his deep thrusts. And deep they were. He had staying power because of my blow and suck job earlier, and he just pounded me to 2 enormous cums before I felt his dick grow wider and wider. I knew his hot jism was about to fill my cunt and couldn’t wait to feel it’s temperature and feel the throbbing dick deep within me. As he started to come, he bent down and got my long, right nipple, ¾ of an inch long now, and gently started my mild flowing again. I came again with him, panting and muffling my cries on his shoulder. His grunts were music to my ears, as after hearing them, I again knew that Hank was being pleasured, perhaps like never before.

Mike, I love you and now that we’re older, while memories of this make me almost as wet as I was that day, I know now you’ll take care of that for me. So, come now babe, it’s time for our morning fuck!

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Hi!!! – Oct 15 9:53am

Hey there!

My name is MysTerri22, welcome to my first ever blog post!

Let’s get real straight away: this blog is just an outlet for any stuff going on in my head right now about me and my boyfriend, ok? You’ll get loads of juicy little details but I won’t be telling you my actual name or my boyfriend’s name for the sake of privacy. I also don’t want my boyfriend to ever read this. It’ll become clear why later, so no trying to find out who we really are ok? Thanks in advance. Also it’s going to be very, very NSFW so if you’re at work or under 18 or something like that, please stop reading!

So, let me just start by saying this: I love my boyfriend, ok? He’s sweet, considerate and exactly the kind of guy I’d like to spend my life with if he ever gets off his butt and asks me. The only thing spoiling it all for me is something he can’t even help, poor guy. I know it’s something that shouldn’t matter and that I’m being a superficial bitch for feeling this way but…

He has a tiny dick.

Even writing it down seems like a massive betrayal of trust but I can’t deny the truth can I? Hard he is no more than about 3 inches, 3 1/2 on a good day, and soft, well, he’s basically a Ken doll soft. I know how this makes me come across but it’s just so frustrating sometimes, you know?

I hope that by me being brutally honest so far you also understand how serious I am when I say that I would never even think about cheating on him. Like I said, I love him dearly and even his ‘problem’ isn’t enough to turn me away towards another man. Even if some jacked dude walked in here right now with a cock as long as my forearm, pledged his undying love towards me and asked me to bend over so he could fuck me the way I’ve always wanted… I’d tell him to get fucked. Honestly, I would.

And besides, there’s always porn right? God damn, some of the things I’ve seen. Did you know there are actually guys out there who fit my description from before? Ok, maybe the forearm bit is a bit much but they aren’t far off. And they blow a load to match as well, you should see the women they’re with when they finish! Covered head to toe in their thick cum practically! I never get more than a poultry blast or two of thin, runny mess. And the noises the girls make, it sounds like they’ve been sent to heaven and back.

Anyway, all that is besides the point. Nothing would make me turn away from my boyfriend, nothing. But if there was some sort of way to give him a helping hand, I mean I’d be a fool to not at least try it right? You see all of these adverts that say shit like ‘grow your cock 9cm in one week!’ and all that kinda stuff. So I’ve made an order…

Now I know what you’re thinking:

‘Those things are a scam, they don’t work, you’re so fucking stupid!’

You know what, I’d be thinking that too, but I’m fucking desperate here! We’re stuck with two positions because they’re the only ones that work, missionary and cowgirl, and I mean they’re fine and everything but variety is the spice of life and is it too much to ask to want to get railed from behind at some point?

Anyway, they’re supposed to arrive today, hopefully while my boyfriend is at work so he won’t know about them. I still need to figure out how to bring this up with him in a way that won’t hurt his feelings and won’t make me seem like a mega bitch. If you’ve got any suggestions, please feel free to comment them below.

MysTerri22

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What happened with the pills?!?! – Oct 17 10:21am

Hey guys!

So it’s been just over two days since my last post. Thanks so much for your comments, I wasn’t expecting any response this soon! Although whoever IWant2BYourDaddy is, fuck off dude, I’ve already made it clear I’m not interested in anyone other than my boyfriend and I will block your ass if you keep messaging me, understand?

Sorry about that everyone, some people just need to be told in front of everyone that they’re a dick, don’t you agree?

Anyway, so in my last post I finished by mentioning I’d ordered some pills off the internet and I was waiting for them to arrive. Before I tell you all what happened next with that though, I just wanna clarify a few things.

I’ve been in major cringe mode since I read my first post back. I really make it seem like my boyfriend does nothing for me in the bedroom don’t I? For the sake of fairness, that really isn’t true. In all other aspects in the bedroom, he treats me very very well. Like how many guys out there are actually eager to eat your pussy? And he does it so well too. He’s even started licking my butthole recently too and whilst it’s always something I’d been a bit on the fence about, when he started doing it just out of the blue it was like a revelation! The only problem is it makes me want a cock in there and we all know how that would go…

So anyway, back to the pills. They arrived early in the afternoon, the packaging was very subtle and didn’t give any indication of what they were. The bottle contains 30 pills which are supposed to be dissolved in water or a liquid or something and Kurtköy Escort taken once a day. The description on them says it promotes growth but isn’t really much more specific than that. I mean there was a cock on the ad and the bottle is clearly aimed at men so I suppose it’s self explanatory yeah?

Now for the bit that is gonna make me seem like a terrible person. You’ll remember last time that I said I didn’t have a clue how to bring this up with him? A few of you made some really encouraging comments telling me I should just be honest with him and I tried, I really did! I just couldn’t think of a way to do it gently, you know? I mean how exactly are you supposed to tell the guy you love ‘I wish you had a bigger dick’? So I didn’t. I haven’t told him anything. I’ve just been… putting the tablet in his coffee each morning.

I know, I know! It’s a complete violation and I’m a horrible person for doing it, but put yourself in my shoes for a moment. I’ve bought these things and if they work like they say then it’s a good thing for him and for me right? I mean they probably won’t work, so what’s the harm? He’s had two so far, one yesterday morning and one before he left the house this morning and he’s not dropped down dead or anything, so no harm no foul right?

Listen, I know what I’m doing is stupid and a little immature, ok? You won’t need to tell me that in the comments. But ask yourself this: if I were to come back to you in say a week’s time and the things have actually worked? You’d all be buying them for yourselves or your significant others without a shadow of a doubt! I’m not gonna leave it a week by the way, I’m just gonna post whenever I can.

Hope to see you then!

MysTerri22

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Progress Update!! – Oct 19 9:57am

Hey guys!

Super quick before we start, I got a lot of comments on the last post telling me how much of an idiot I’ve been. News flash: I know that!! I said as much about 50 times in my last post! Anyway, turns out I might not have been as stupid as I thought…

So, one of my favourite things to do at night just as we’re cuddled up and about to fall asleep (we sleep naked and I’m always the little spoon by the way) is wiggle my butt a little on his crotch. I know he loves it when I do that even if he tries to be annoyed sometimes that I’m ‘getting him all worked up’ as he’s trying to get to sleep. I’m like ‘that’s the point though’. Sometimes we fuck after, but not always. I find it very fun though, it’s like my butt has magical boner powers cause he always gets hard whenever I do it.

Now because I do it all the time, I’m pretty used to what his boner feels like against my butt crack. Imagine someone has playfully given you a poke between the cheeks with their thumb and you wouldn’t be far away from what it’s like. On a girl with a smaller ass it might even be close enough to have a nice little poke at the butthole but for me, even though I’m not that big, it’s still nowhere near.

Except that last night I could have sworn it was closer, even just a little. I don’t know if I’m maybe willing this into existence and my mind is just playing tricks on me but I’m sure his cock was nestled a little further into my crack last night. I didn’t do anything about it because I don’t wanna freak him out, but I think the tablets might actually be working! I can’t know for sure because it’d be too weird for me to just say to him ‘hey babe, can I get you hard and measure your dick for a moment please?’

If I’m right and the pills are working, then the change should keep going and become way more noticeable. I suppose I’ve gotta think about what to say when he inevitably asks me what the heck has happened at that point, but I think he’ll be pleased enough with the results that it won’t be an issue.

Just as a quick note, my next update won’t be for a couple of days as I tend to write these when I’m alone and my boyfriend is at work and he’s got the next two days off. Still, that should give plenty of time for him to grow a little more and for us to be 100% sure whether this works or not!

Wish me luck!

MysTerri22

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Big News!!! – Oct 22 10:01 am

Hey guys!

I am beyond stoked right now! It’s actually fucking working, and I’ve seen the proof for myself! But no doubt you’ll want details yeah? I mean I’m pretty open but I’m not sharing a before and after picture if that’s what you’re after. You’ll just have to take this one from the horse’s mouth so to say.

So this past couple of days we’ve actually been away somewhere. My boyfriend surprised me with a 2 night stay at this swanky hotel and spa. Apparently he’s been planning it for months and somehow managed to get it all paid for without me knowing! See what I mean that he’s just wonderful?

Anyway, my first thought was that I needed to make sure I packed the pills and that I packed them discreetly so he wouldn’t find them. I decided to separate a few of them out into a little bag and hid it in a zip up pocket in my handbag. He’s got no reason to go in it unless I ask him to so I figured Pendik Escort it was a safe bet. The real struggle was trying to get up before him each morning and make him and me a coffee so he could have his ‘medicine’. The beds were so damn comfy, I’d have given up a limb to bring one home with us!

The place itself was wonderful too. I won’t name names for our privacy more than anything else, but rest assured I will be recommending it to all of my friends and family. It had everything, a swimming pool, saunas, private hot tubs attached to the rooms, an in house massage parlour and as much food and drink as we could bring ourselves to order! He really had gone all out with this.

We’d gone swimming in the afternoon and, knowing how much he loves seeing me in a bikini, I had flirted outrageously with him the whole time. It was bordering on indecent to tell the truth but I really didn’t care. Once he could take no more, I casually whispered in his ear that we should take this party to our own private hot tub. He knew exactly what I meant by that and in seconds we were out of the pool and heading back to our room, giggling like teens sneaking into a dirty movie.

I stripped down seductively as I got into the tub, making sure he saw all of my smokin’ hot body before I descended into the bubbles and beckoned him over. Like most guys he wasn’t exactly the most subtle removing his swimming shorts, but I didn’t care. What I did care about was what sprung back up once he’d dropped them. The fact that it sprung back at all should have been enough of an indication but as he walked towards me I could finally see the glorious sight that told me I had been right all along.

His cock was fully hard and was now at least 2 maybe even 3 inches bigger than it had ever been before! I stared at it in glee and he smiled back but said nothing. He must have known that there was a difference, surely? It’s as plain as day now! I think all that was going through his mind was fucking me good and hard with it though.

As he sat in the tub, I watched his cock disappear beneath the surface of the water and immediately threw myself onto him. I wanted that cock and I was going to have it! I grabbed it and felt this weird secondary pleasure at how much bigger it felt than usual. I mean let’s be frank here, it still wasn’t massive, but it was a fucking monster compared to what I’m used to!

I guided it into my ready pussy and for the first time since we’ve been together felt him slide deeper inside me than just an inch or two. It was fucking incredible! His cock was touching parts of me that haven’t been touched by anything except enthusiastic fingers for years! As a double bonus, he’s a little wider now too. So I did what any girl would do in my situation and I started to ride the fuck out of him.

The combination of the heat and bubbles against my skin and his enlarged cock made me cum really, really damn fast. I’m not used to cumming with his cock in me and it felt weirdly emotional, you know? Like I was finally getting what I deserved after all these years. I think he picked up on it too cause he pulled me in close and we kissed like we were trying to devour each other as I rode through my orgasm.

Seeing as I was getting everything else I wanted, I figured asking for one more thing wouldn’t hurt. Once I’d done cumming (and it took a while haha) I got up, turned away from him and knelt against the opposite side of the tub, telling him exactly what I wanted. Like the good boy he is, he immediately stood and approached me, his throbbing cock leading the way back to my waiting pussy.

I shivered as he placed one hand on my hip, clearly using the other to guide himself in. I felt the tip of his cock breach my pussy, the first time it had ever happened in this position, and then felt the rest of his cock slip straight inside me as he placed his other hand on my hip and pulled me back. It was fucking glorious!! I’ve wanted to feel that man’s hips smashing against my ass cheeks for longer than I dare say and now he had the cock to do it.

To say he pounded me would be an understatement, he absolutely fucking piledrove me!! I’m getting wet just thinking about it now, how he dug his nails into the meat of my butt, how the sound of our bodies clapping together echoed around the room, how he smacked my ass and made it hurt so good! It was like he had read a list of everything I had ever wanted and was hell bent on doing all of it!

By the time he came I was so out of it I could barely speak! I don’t know if those pills do something to a persons sexual drive as well as making their cock bigger, but holy hell if sex is going to be like that from now on, I can die a happy woman!

So I suppose you’re wondering whether I’m still going to keep giving him his ‘medicine’ after all that? You’re damn fucking right I am! I mean if it was that good with a 6 incher, can you imagine what it would be like with an 8, a 9 or dare I even dream, a 10? You’ll know when I do, trust me on that.

MysTerri22

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Update!! – Oct 25 9:46am

Hey guys!

I Mutlukent Escort wanna start this update by quickly acknowledging a few of you lovely people out there and the comments you’ve been leaving on my last post:

HornE4More, no I won’t be doing a face reveal or posting any pics or videos. It defeats the point of the whole ‘privacy’ thing, yeah?

LuciousLover18, I’ll be posting a link to where I got the pills from after this post goes live, let me know how it goes yeah?

5FingerFriend, thanks for all your comments but you really don’t need to post and tell me every single time you’ve jerked yourself off to my posts, it’s getting a little excessive.

An4lMistress21, no we haven’t tried *that* yet, but it’s on my to do list haha!

So how have things been going since my last post? A-fucking-mazing, that’s how!! The daily doses have kept up and the results are getting better and better (or should I say bigger and bigger?) My boyfriend is now as big soft as he was hard before I started helping him and whilst I’ve not measured, he must be easily 8 inches now!

The only weird thing is, he’s still not mentioned it. It must be so, so obvious to him now that something has changed, but he’s not even brought it up, not once! Maybe he just thinks it’s a natural part of life or something, I don’t know. Anyway, who cares? He’s clearly very happy with the results and so am I!

I also found out that it’s affecting his balls too! The other day I waited patiently until he got home and once he was here, I pulled his trousers down and started to blow him. Now I’ve never had any issues getting all of his cock in my mouth before, but guess what? Once he was hard I couldn’t fit it all in! I guess I’m gonna have to work on my deepthroat game now haha!

Anyway, I know it’s affecting his balls cause when he came all over my face, there was way, way more than before! And it’s thicker too and for some reason tastes so much better! I wiped it all up with my fingers and didn’t let a drop of it go to waste! Next time I blow him, I’m making him cum in my mouth, I’m not wasting a single bit of that stuff! As a side note, if any of you have any tips on ignoring your gag reflex and the best way to suck off a big cock, please let me know.

Coming up soon it’s Halloween and every year we always get dressed up, have a few drinks and then a fun little bit of roleplay. It’s a really fun tradition that I’d recommend anyone do if they get the chance, especially if you’re wanting to spice things up a little. He has this vampire outfit he wears and I have this damsel villager outfit. We’ve had to repair it once or twice because when he gets into character he goes all out! He’s torn it off me before and almost drawn blood as he bites my neck while fucking me. He apologises after of course but fuck me, it’s usually the hottest thing that happens to me all year!

Needless to say I’m really, really looking forward to whatever’s in store this year. I mean it’s just less than a week until Halloween and in just over a week he’s grown like 5-6 inches! He might even be a foot long by then if the pills keep working! Fuck, can you imagine, being rammed from behind with a foot long cock as a mystical creature of the night tears into your throat with his teeth and makes you his?

Full disclosure, I just stopped for a few minutes to rub myself off. I have never felt this horny in my life! It feels like my pussy is wet 24/7 these days, and just as well ’cause I’m starting to really need the lube to fit him inside me.

There’s only one problem though. I tried on my trusty damsel costume this morning and sadly it doesn’t fit anymore. I really struggled to get it past my butt in particular and it was just a little too tight everywhere else too. I guess that’s what not watching what you eat does for you. No matter though, I’ve ordered a new one and it’ll be here well in time for the ‘festivities’.

I’d be really interested to know what kind of roleplay scenarios you guys have done before with your partners, maybe it’ll give me some new ideas to try out. Comment them below and I’ll be sure to mention my favourite in the next update!

See you then!

MysTerri22

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Check Your Sizes – Oct 27 10:32am

Hey guys!

As you can see, I’ve got a weirdly specific title for this post but I’ll tell you all about that shortly. First of all, just like I promised, I’m gonna show you my favourite comment from the last post. Now there were a lot of you who shared their experiences you bunch of horny fuckers you. But this one from HungForDays really caught my eye:

‘My partner and I decided one day that we wanted to try something new. She’s got this friend who’s really into butt stuff and is apparently always bragging about how much she takes in there. I’m a pretty big dude myself, about 10 inches and pretty thick too, so we figured we’d put that to the test. We invited her to join us and she agreed, but we told her to show up as if she was going to some fancy job interview. My wife was going to be the boss and I was going to be her faithful manservant. Her friend would have to take my cock to my wife’s satisfaction if she wanted the job. It was the hottest thing we’ve ever done together and I still remember watching my cock slide in and out of this girl’s ruined asshole as I watched her eat my wife’s pussy.’

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I ran into an old girlfriend, Meg.

As we chatted, she smirked, “Have you found a Mistress?”

I was a bit caught off guard, but this was why we split. I’d told her my of fantasies, and she wasn’t receptive, “I appreciate your honesty, admire your courage, you’re a great guy, but it’s just not my thing.”

And that was it; I didn’t see her for years.

I answered, “Not really; dabbled, but nothing that had long term potential.”

Meg was a beauty. Attracting men wasn’t the issue, but hadn’t found a keeper…

She smiled, “Something we have in common, neither of us will settle for just anyone.”

We began having lunches and dinners. Knowing there’d be no sex/romance, was freeing. We found, besides sex, we had much in common, and became valued friends and confidants. We hung out all the time.

We (mostly me) shared our sexual desires openly.

I told her I sought a Femdom relationship, where Mistress “forced” me into new experiences, especially feminization. Meg revealed she was pretty vanilla, but she appreciated my fantasy wish list. Perhaps not her cup of tea, but she allowed me my sexuality without judgement, which I really appreciated. Just being able to talk with a female about this stuff…it was huge for me.

“When fantasizing,” she asked, “Do you think of submission exclusively?”

I replied, “Yes. I am exclusively bound to my fetishes. I never think of sex in any other context.”

She continued, “You can only exist as a slave?”

I nodded, “I crave to exist as a slave. I’d need to have orgasms, in some manner, or it wouldn’t work for me, but I am a “slave” to my sexuality. I cannot enjoy sex unless I am in “slave-mode,” especially “sissy-slave-mode.”

She smiled, “Boys certainly do need to cum….even a sissy boy.”

She said, “I’ve been thinking about our relationship. You’re already submissive with me; and I’ve realized I like it. I’ve come to like being Dominant….at least with you.”

She continued, “When we’re at home, watching TV, and you massage my feet…I can tell you want to kiss them. Sometimes I feel you getting hard.”

Just hearing that got me hard! I asked, “How about you get your apartment cleaned by a “sissy-slave”. I’ll do it in femmy garb. I’ll “relieve” myself prior, so I can “serve” you, and not be hard the whole time.”

She smiled, “You’ll clean while in drag?”

I nodded, salivating. I’d be femmy in front of Meg!

She added, “I want to take photos.”

Surprised, I asked why?

She replied. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I like everything about you as my slave, except sex. I’m just not turned on by a feminized man…..but I think I’m ready to let you be my slave. If it doesn’t work for me, we’ll just go back to how it is now. In any event, photos give me additional power….of blackmail….”

I would gladly surrender to blackmail, or whatever else she wanted; I was thrilled!

“So you are taking me as your slave?”

She nodded, “Here’s a key. You start tomorrow, Saturday. 8:00am, let yourself in and start cleaning. Bring me coffee when I text you.”

I smiled, “Yes Mistress!”

As she walked away, she smiled back, “Be dressed…in your best!”

I was so excited! I washed my “intimates” that night.

Saturday morning, I showered and femmy-styled my (long-ish) hair, which I’d done in private many times. It was the only reason I had long hair; to be more Tuzla Escort femmy when I was cross-dressed.

I dressed at home. All black, my fav panties, a sheer bra with balloon boobies, camisole, and high heels. I kneeled in front of a full-length mirror, and jacked off, saying, “Yes, Mistress Meg,” over and over. I came in seconds.

I wore a raincoat to walk thru her parking lot, and let myself in Megs apartment…a self-tease, in that I was wearing heels. (From a distance, I could easily pass as a woman).

I put on coffee and started cleaning in the kitchen. Because Meg was sleeping, I had to be quiet. I minced around slowly, so my heels wouldn’t click. I wiped and dried her countertops, her range, and her cabinets. I found myself kneeling on her kitchen floor, a wet rag, and a dry towel, making it shine, saying to myself, “I can’t believe this is happening! Cleaning Meg’s floor…on my knees!”

My phone dinged, “I’ll have my coffee, light cream and sugar…NOW!”

Seconds later I tapped on her door, and entered, and dropped to my knees, and crawled, placing her coffee on her nightstand, I sat back on my haunches, “Your coffee, Mistress.”

She sat up, against the headboard, her thin sheets covering her breasts, she sipped her coffee, “Good morning slave. Stand up. Let’s see your outfit.”

I stood and she assessed me, “Are those water-balloons?”

I nodded.

“So, the knots look like nipples. Very creative.”

She continued, “No stockings? And hair on your legs? No make-up? We need to improve your presentation. This is an ok start, but you can, (and WILL), be so much prettier. Do you want to be prettier?”

I nodded, “Yes Mistress,” as she sipped her coffee.

She slipped a foot out from under the covers, and merely nodded at it.

My mouth went dry!

I dropped to my knees, and began kissing the foot, “Oh, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress! Thank you for taking me as your slave!” As I worshipped her foot.

She watched my devotion for a moment, and said “Refill,” holding her empty cup.

I returned with her coffee, and resumed my worship. I’d cum a short time ago, so my cock remained soft, but I was the most excited I’d ever been!

She finished her second cup, and hopped up to pee, wearing only panties.

I’d never seen her bare breasts! I swooned! She smiled, looking down upon her new slave. (We both knew I’d be her slave for life).

I remained in place, on my knees, hands upturned on my thighs, while she peed. She walked back into her bedroom, wearing only panties, and walked right up to me, her pussy inches from my face, “This is what you want, right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Kiss,” she said, “Kiss my pussy.”

As I kissed her panties, she said, “Look up at me.”

Our eyes locked, as I worshipped her panty-covered pussy, “I’m enjoying this more that I’d thought,” a thin smile, as she relished her devoted slave kissing her panties, “Let’s go over your duties.”

She headed out of the bedroom, still wearing panties and pulling on a thin camisole…she was SOOO sexy!

I followed on my knees…she took note…looking down at her slave, willingly kneeling, she smiled, “Nice.”

I could read her mind, she was realizing, “This is new to me, but he’s been imagining slave-mode for years…this could be fun.”

She was regal, dictating my chores: wipe with wet cloth and dry…every surface, especially Gebze Escort her vanity top, (which held countless bottles of fem-products beyond my scope of knowledge), floors, carpets, laundry, it went on and on; and as she dictated, I replied, “Yes Mistress,” to every dictate.

It would take hours…maybe days.

A couple times, she commented on my feminization, “This is so lame! You could be such a pretty girl”…and she’d trail off in thought.

I cleaned while she spent a while in her bathroom.

She came out, “Strip off all your clothes”…muttering to herself, “they look ridiculous.”

I stripped on the spot, and dropped back to my knees.

She seemed to not notice my penis, or my naked body, for that matter, “Follow me.”

We entered her bathroom and her tub was full of water, “Get in and start shaving. Everything from the neck down.”

I was in shock! People would see my shaved legs! I hesitated, “NOW!”

I jumped. She’d never raised her voice to me.

My life flashed before my eyes, and I crawled in, and started on my legs, while she walked out.

“I’m done, Mistress,” and she returned,

“Stand up. Let’s see. Hand me the razor,” as she started on my ass cheeks, “You missed a few spots,” and soon I was totally hairless.

My cock hung softly, not even stirring. She was Authoritative, while I felt so small, like a little boy.

“Ok,” she said, “Shower off.”

I emerged from the shower, and she was in her bedroom, sorting thru piles of lingerie, “Let’s see what works for you.”

I tried on panty after panty, cami after cami, nighties, petticoats, skirts, tops…it went on and on. I started getting hard and she paid no attention, and I went soft again. She was playing dress-up, playing “dolls”, so to speak. I was actually becoming bored with it all, wishing I could just get on with my cleaning.

She seemed unhappy with my feminization, muttering as we progressed, to herself, as if I was a (living) mannequin. Finally she handed me a black thong panty, “Put this on, and your heels.”

She sat on the couch, her nipples protruding thru her cami…I sensed she was a bit excited as she surveyed me…”I prefer you standing. Unless I tell you to kneel, I want you standing. You look more like a girl.”

For the first time, she acknowledged my penis, “Can you do something with that? Make it smaller?”

I pulled it between my legs, as I’d done a thousand times before, dreaming of such a scenario, “Like this?”

She exclaimed, “YES! Keep it like that!”

She stood, “Get back to work; I’m going out.”

It was hours before she returned, with shopping bags in hand, “You’re filthy. Go take another shower.”

When I emerged, all her shopping bags were on the bed…women’s clothing.

“Try this on,” she ordered, and I submitted.

These items fit perfectly; the (thong) panties, camisoles, skirts, tops…like they were made for me. I thought, “How did she know? How could she select women’s clothing to fit me so perfectly?”

And last, a black bodice; spaghetti shoulder straps, breast forms…it hooked up in the back, and compressed my tummy, and stopped just above my penis, with garter straps dangling. Next came thigh-high hose, Meg attached them, my penis just inches from her face, and she ignored it completely. Next was my black thong panties, then my heels, and she sat on the couch, assessing her Aydınlı Escort “project”, “Turn around. Nice!”

“Follow me,” as she headed to the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet, and she began my make-up.

I should have been rock hard, but she had a way of making me feel like a non-human, a toy doll.

She plucked my eyebrows, and spent a half hour applying makeup, and then a bit of styling my hair, and finally she smiled, “Done! Follow me.”

I glanced at myself in the mirror and was SHOCKED!

I was no longer a man…I should have felt excited, but I felt emasculated. My cock was tiny in my panties. I was WAY more a woman than man.

Out came her phone, and she started taking photos, and giving instructions, “Hide your thingy,” referring to my penis, I pulled it between my legs. It was so soft, It barely made a sissy-bump.

She instructed, “Bend your knee…push out your butt…head back…on and on, at least fifty photos. Then she sat on a chair with her feet on a footstool, and said, “Worship.”

I wanted to rebel…this thing had gone way off the tracks!

…………I submitted; I did not hesitate. I knew, if she had to raise her voice a second time, it’d have serious consequences.

I kissed the feet of my Mistress, looking her in the eyes, speaking in my best female voice, “Oh, Mistress! Thank you for taking me as your slave! Thank you for feminizing me! She videoed it all, muttering, “…..something….see her dance…”

I shuttered at the thought, being made to dance!

Then she raised her ass up from the chair, “Remove my skirt.” Then, “Now my panties. Go get the razor.”

I returned with the razor, “Get to work.”

I’d never seen her pussy!

Now, instead of a movie script beautiful, orgasmic ending, I was shaving her.

I was seeing her folds, up close and personal, but there was nothing sexual about it! Somehow, I was even further emasculated! I carefully shaved, careful not to nick, careful to get every hair; it took my utmost attention and concentration.

I finished with a wet washcloth and then dried her, “Finished Mistress.”

She smiled, “Nice. Now Kiss! Kiss my pussy!”

After a moment of kissing, she said, “Go get my Avea lotion.”

I liberally applied the lotion. She stood, and we went to her bed, and she laid back, massaging her breasts thru her top, instructed me on how to massage her pussy, “Up and down. More pressure…more on my clit….up and down my slit….now fingers….inside me….easy….kiss….kiss my clit!” And she came! She grabbed my head and forced it hard on her clit, grinding my lips…hard, as she growled in orgasm.

I was hard! I wanted to cum!

Instead, she had me lay next to her, and we surveyed the photos and videos.

She posted them on a popular site…as I watched.

No one could tell it was me, but we’d crossed a line I’d have never imagined, and it’d only been one day of slave-mode. I lightly stroked my cock the entire time, “Mistress, can I cum?”

“I don’t want to see that now. You can once you get home. I want you to drive home like this, feminized. I never dreamed I would so enjoy feminizing a man. And you make such a cute woman. I want us to go out like this.”

She stood up and got me a top and a skirt, “Let’s fix your makeup, then I’ll walk you to the car.”

In broad daylight, we walked toward my car, and I had no fear, I looked 100% female. She’d thrown on a sheer, loose top and short skirt, sans panties.

At my car, I sat in my drivers seat, and Meg leaned in, and kissed me full on the lips…our first kiss!

As I pulled away, I saw her in my mirror; she wore a pleasant smile…as did I.

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Special thanks to kenjisato, a generous volunteer in Literotica.com’s Volunteer Editors program, for editing this piece. All remaining errors and questionable stylistic choices are the sole responsibility of the author.

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So here’s a first world problem for you: my wife and I both hate shopping. I think that’s why her alter ego for our most intense role-play sessions, Cat The Brat, is obsessed with buying heels. It’s a great way to separate fantasy from reality.

Unlike Cat, I can do the majority of my work from home. I don’t have lectures, office hours, or quite so many regularly-scheduled meetings. It’s pretty crazy that the English professor has more administrative responsibilities than the lawyer. Entire weeks go by where I don’t have to don the full suit-and-tie getup and spend a day at the branch office.

That means I take one for the team and do the grocery shopping most weeks. The trip usually includes swinging by the dry cleaners, too, and sometimes the pharmacy.

I know it’s not the end of the world. It’s just a little boring and a little aggravating. College towns suck for driving and parking, but it’s not like I’m going to walk to two different strips and then cart a bunch of groceries and clothes home in a little red wagon.

As much as I hate venturing out, though, I love coming back.

I walk in from the garage, bags in tow, and I’m immediately greeted by the sight of my naked wife. She’s lying on the living room couch, casually masturbating, while our sex pet, Shayleigh, attends her. Her left hand is teasing her pussy and clit, with no real rhythm or agenda. Her other hand is playing with one of her erect, eraser-tip nipples, and occasionally massaging the smallish, perky breast it’s attached to.

On her right wrist is the end of Shayleigh’s black leather leash. It hangs slack for now, but it’s a kinky visual reminder of the dynamic at play. Cat’s eyes are closed and her lips are slightly parted. The expression on her face is serene. The entire view is incredibly sexy; it sends the message that Cat’s ownership of Shayleigh, and Shayleigh’s sensual service to her, are both just normal, accepted parts of our lives. I love that. It strikes a perfect balance between titillation and tranquility.

The service du moment is an intense foot rub. Shayleigh has my wife’s feet in her lap, and, judging by the rest of the scene, she’s doing a great job on them. I’m not surprised; she’s had a lot of practice over the past few months. Our beautiful pet is wearing a pair of low-cut, satin-blue bikinis, her thick, black, Italian-leather collar, and nothing else. The collar boasts a new ownership tag as of last week: a large, flat, shiny, chrome cat’s paw, with plenty of room on it for engraved text.

On one side, it reads “Property of Professor Catherine Adams, PhD.”

On the other, it reads “Property of Jack Taylor, Esq.”

I’m almost certain that Shayleigh’s wearing an anal plug underneath those panties. At a guess, it’s a smaller metal one with a heart-shaped base — faceted faux-gemstone, sapphire. Cat likes a bit of color coordination. Cat’s probably wearing a similar one, though I can’t tell for sure from this angle. Do anal plugs count as clothing? Does Shayleigh’s collar? These are the questions that keep me up at night — or would, if my beautiful wife and pet weren’t so good about giving me the world’s best sleep aid on a regular basis.

Cat groans in pleasure when Shayleigh hits a good spot in the center of her arch. I can see the hint of a smile on her face. She heard me come in, and decided to turn up the volume. She likes to tease me in any way she can, and she knows exactly what gets me hot. It’s no accident this scene was waiting for me as soon as I walked in the door.

Our pet turns her head and looks at me expectantly. She’s still getting used to having two official owners. For many months, I was technically just her owner’s husband.

“You just keep doing what you’re doing, baby,” I tell her. “I’ll be over to say hi in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Master,” she replies happily. She refocuses on my wife’s pleasure.

Meanwhile, I remember that, due to my incurable male mental illness, I’m carrying way too many grocery bags at once. I hurry to the kitchen and drop them off.

It takes me two trips to get everything inside the house, which includes some of Cat’s work clothes from the dry cleaners; that’s not bad, right? That means I don’t have to turn in my man card. I hang up the clothes, put the food away, and get my pocket holy trinity sorted — keys, wallet, phone. Then I make the executive decision to head back to the bedroom and strip off all my clothes. I also grab a can of lube and some towels. I don’t know exactly how this afternoon rub session is going to progress, but I can be prepared.

I come back to the living room and drop my accessories off on the TV stand. The TV’s actually up on the wall, but it’s good to have a few empty surfaces around.

“Oh, okay,” Cat Ataşehir Escort says. She sees the lube, clearly. Her response to it is coy and playful, with a hint of feigned surprise.

Shayleigh, obedient pup that she is, doesn’t turn to look. She takes even the friendliest directives seriously. I told her to stay focused on Cat, so that’s what she’s doing.

I walk over to where my wife’s head is resting. I kneel down and place a hand on her soft, flat tummy. She keeps playing with herself. Our forearms rub together while we chat.

“Hey, babe,” I say softly.

“Hey, babe,” she replies. “How’s my big, strong man? Did he show those groceries who’s boss?”

I smile. She’s such a sassy bitch sometimes. I love it.

“It was a close call at the door,” I confess, “but I emerged triumphant.”

One of these days I’m going to drop a bag, or cut off the circulation to my wrist. I mean, what else am I going to do? Not be a big, dumb idiot?

Thankfully, today was not that day.

I lean in for a kiss. Cat lifts her hand off her breast to caress my face, and I mirror the action. I try to be subtle about maneuvering my wandering hand from her stomach to her suddenly-neglected tits, but, well, we get a little tangled up with each other. I make it there eventually, though. The attraction is magnetic.

We smile and laugh into each other while we gently tongue-fence. I rub her nipple, which makes her coo into my mouth. When the kiss melts away, I dedicate both hands to caressing her body. Her breasts and nipples get lots of attention, but I make sure her tummy, neck, and shoulders get some too. I love all of my wife, even if maybe I do have some favorite bits.

“Is our pet doing a good job serving you?” I ask.

“Mmmm, she is,” Cat moans. “I only wish she had more hands.”

I raise my eyebrows and tickle her. She jerks a bit and giggles, but then she gets the hint. Her twin emeralds flash eagerly.

“Oh, that would be amazing, Jack!” she says. “I’ll suck your cock so well afterwards, I promise.”

“You’ve never done it poorly,” I reply.

That gets another smile, and a sexy lip-bite to boot.

“Just let me say hi to Shayleigh, then we’ll retire to the bedroom,” I tell her.

“Of course, baby,” she says.

I give her one more quick peck on the cheek, and a farewell tickle on each breast. Then I get up and take a few steps over to our pet. I run my fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair, then rub her back. I lean down and give her cheek a kiss too.

“I love that you take such good care of my wife,” I tell her. “You’re such a good girl.”

Shayleigh beams.

“Thank you, Master,” she replies.

I pet her head for a few moments, then give it two friendly pats.

“Okay, pup,” I say, “we’re going to move this show to the bedroom, and then each of us will take a foot. Why don’t you go on ahead?”

Cat groans her agreement and her anticipation. She slips the leash end off her wrist. Shayleigh understands. She gently raises Cat’s legs up and gets off the couch. Then she goes down on all fours and crawls to the bedroom. I watch her panty-covered ass wiggle as she goes.

Cat moves to get up too, but I stop her with an authoritative “Nope!” She quickly figures out what’s coming.

“Wow, you’re acting like I haven’t sucked your cock in a month!” she says playfully.

I scoop her up in my arms and flash her a hungry look. It’s moments like these when I remind myself that the weightlifting and running are both worthwhile. Cat’s trim and fit, but she’s also on the tall side. It’s not nothing to lift her off the couch and into my arms, or to carry her to the bedroom down the hall. Thanks to my workout regimen, though, it’s pretty easy. I get to look good doing it.

“I’m acting like I just can’t get enough of my beautiful wife,” I rumble.

She sighs happily, and gently drapes her arms around my neck and shoulders. It’s a quick trip to the bedroom, but she thoroughly enjoys the free ride.

I take my time lowering Cat onto our bed. I love tossing her on it, but that’s not the mood today. I shower her lips, cheeks, breasts and tummy with soft kisses, then lean back up to check on Shayleigh.

Before I can, though, Cat moves herself to the middle of the bed and splays out. I can’t resist pausing for one more moment to take in the sight of her. Every single part and every single feature is sexy to me. Her own exercise regimen — running and yoga, mostly — lends each one of those parts its own perfect balance of firmness and softness. Her wavy hair is still a fiery red for now, and I love the striking contrast between it and her pale skin. I particularly enjoy seeing her smooth, bare pussy when her limbs are all spread out like this. In a word, it’s inviting. Even though I already have other plans, it’s the thought that counts. My cock is already half hard, and I haven’t even touched it.

Finally, I’m able to pull my eyes away and get the afternoon moving again.

Our pet is kneeling Anadolu Yakası Escort obediently by the bed, and she’s gathered up Cat’s favorite lotion, plus some more hand towels. I have no doubt she did it all while never getting back on her feet. I pet her again, which elicits a dreamy smile. I unhook her leash, but keep the collar on.

“Good girl, Shayleigh,” I say. “Smart girl. Go ahead and get up on the bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she replies, and she moves herself into position near Cat’s left foot.

I join her, and take the right. We pour lotion into our hands, and begin giving my wife a four-handed, simultaneous foot rub. Feet rub? No, that doesn’t sound right.

For a few minutes, Cat just groans, moans, and lets us do our thing. We tug and spread her toes, work her joints and tendons, and even slide our lotioned hands up to her toned calves. As far as I can tell from my wife’s noises, Shayleigh and I can do no wrong. Cat’s not pretending, though; she’s not putting on a show. She’ll amp up the volume for me, but she won’t fake her way through a mediocre foot rub. She’ll take control of the action, and make sure it gets better. If she’s not giving orders, then we’re doing good work.

I don’t think any of us have a foot fetish per se, but I wasn’t lying: I love every part of my wife. I love giving her pleasure. I love watching her react positively to my touch. Getting her off makes me feel like a sex champion, and I feel much the same right now. Every one of Cat’s moans and groans is an exquisite stroke to my swelling ego.

Shayleigh, meanwhile, loves serving us, pleasing us, and obeying us. She’s also a deeply sensual and sexual person in her own right. I can practically feel the love and affection radiating from her, towards Cat, as she continues with her expert foot massage. She truly is a treasure. She’s worked so hard over the past few months to learn what makes us happy. She deserves every safe-word-Sunday treat we give her, and more.

Eventually, Cat’s hands get involved again. They go back to where they were when I walked in from the garage: breasts, nipples, pussy, clit. She may not care about putting on a show, but she’s giving us a good one regardless.

I try to stay focused on her — well, on pleasuring her — but the sight of her masturbating is hypnotic. I’m in a great position to watch, too. Usually, I’m fucking her — which is amazing, of course, but it makes it harder to see this much of her incredible body at once, and especially the front of it. Doggy-style sex comes with a great visual, but never like this one. This one’s a special treat.

I love watching Cat’s fingers on her pussy and clit. She’s the top expert in her field, after all. Even after seven years together, I’m tempted to grab a pen and paper and take notes, just in case she shows me something new that I can try on her later.

Once the lotion’s been worked into Cat’s feet and calves, I start adding kisses and licks to my massage. I taste hints of lavender and aloe. I cast a glance over to Shayleigh; I see her doing the same. Our eyes meet and we share a look; we both like eliciting these reactions from Cat. I wonder if it makes Shayleigh feel powerful. I wonder if Cat would be willing to stop her own fun to reassert dominance over our pet.

I get my answer pretty quickly. My wife’s moans and groans intensify, and become decidedly sexual. Her breathing gets ragged.

“Jack, baby,” she pants, “you know what to do. Show her.”

That would be a big ‘no’ on reasserting dominance — at least for now.

I nod my understanding. I know Shayleigh’s eyes will be on me. I know she’ll mirror my movements.

I grip Cat’s ankle with my left hand. I use it to lift her leg off the bed. Then I push it up while letting the knee bend. I also push it gently to the side, spreading it more. I can sense Shayleigh doing the same with her right leg — more tentatively, and on a bit of a delay, but she’s a quick study.

Cat lifts her head up from the pillow and locks eyes with me. I’m pushing her into an incredibly vulnerable position. It’s a form of doggy-style, except that she’s on her back instead of on her knees. That shared intimate knowledge makes sparks fly between us. I glance down and catch sight of the base of her anal plug — round, with ruby-red facets. Her pussy is even more exposed than it was before. I feel myself getting hotter. My cock twitches.

Once Cat’s completely under my power — well, ours, I suppose — I slide my free hand towards her quad and begin massaging it. I reach down lower and get her ass muscles involved too. Then I slide up and inwards, teasing my fingers towards her pussy, where her own hand is starting to put in serious work. I never quite get there; she is the expert, after all, and three would be a crowd on such a pretty little thing. Still, it emphasizes the control we have over her lower body. That’s why it’s hot. She knows I could have my way. She knows I could penetrate her. Every feint gives her Kadıköy Escort a thrill. Shayleigh might not fully understand that part. Her quad and ass massages are top quality, though. I can tell Cat’s enjoying them right now, and I can also speak from past personal experience.

“Now lick the sole, Shayleigh,” I direct her. “Quick, little licks. More pressure as she gets closer.”

“Yes, Master,” she replies.

That one brief pause is almost enough to elicit a death stare from Cat, but my wife quickly succumbs to the pleasure of six simultaneous hands on her body, plus two tongues. Her feet twitch at first from the ticklish sensations, but the extra stimulation quickly pushes her over the edge, at which point she simply submits to it. Her head falls back onto the pillow. Her eyes close, and her mouth opens.

The three of us together make her cum, and it’s an achingly beautiful sight. Her breasts and tummy roll like the tide. Her breath catches, and then her powerful exhalations come out as a whispered shudder through her mouth and nose. Shayleigh and I lock her legs into position, giving the experience a hint of bondage flavor. When I give the word, we stop tickle-torturing Cat’s feet with our tongues, but switch to feather touches all up and down her legs — more terrible teasing to heighten the end of her orgasm, just a little less intense.

When Cat comes down from the peak, I kiss her feet with just my lips. I keep my hands on her leg, but let her stretch it back out and down to the bed. I get myself on the outside of it, then crawl up to join her, on my side. Shayleigh eagerly copies everything I do. We form a loose and easy Cat sandwich. I gently rub my wife’s tummy and kiss her shoulder.

“Did our pet do a good job, baby?” I ask.

Cat’s a bit giddy, and still lightly panting. Post-orgasm relaxation is written all over her face. She smiles lazily, and finds each of our bodies with a hand. I can tell her limbs are heavy and thick. She’s a little cum-drunk. I move in closer and snuggle her. My pulsing cock rubs against her smooth thigh.

“You both did,” she sighs. “Oh, that was lovely. Good job, Shayleigh. Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me.”

“Thank you, Professor Catherine,” our pet replies. “I loved watching you cum. It was so beautiful.”

“It really was,” I agree. “You know, I was thinking that I don’t usually get to see so much of your body while we’re having sex. It was nice.”

“Huh,” Cat says. I can see the rest on her face, even though she’s still too lazy to actually say it.

“Good point, Jack. I never thought of it like that.”

Listen, that’s what she meant to say, okay? Just let me have this.

I move up on the bed to give Cat forehead kisses. She accepts them happily; her lazy smile widens into a goofy grin. Shayleigh takes over rubbing her tummy.

“I love you, baby,” I whisper.

“I love you, too, Professor Catherine,” Shayleigh adds.

Cat finally finds the energy to give us some sass. She opens her eyes and rolls them.

“Okay you two; Jesus,” she says, “you’re going to make me tear up.”

She pats both of us, then squirms and stretches. She scooches up to a sitting position. I’m ready with the water bottle. She accepts it gratefully, and takes a long swig. She offers it to Shayleigh, who takes a smaller drink. I do the same, then replace it on the nightstand.

“Okay, baby,” Cat says, “you earned that blowjob.”

“You sure?” I ask. “I mean, I definitely did, but you can take a moment – enjoy the afterglow.”

She smiles and shrugs. “What I want to enjoy is some fresh cum,” she declares. She reaches over and tickles my balls. “You’ve been teasing me with the sight of your cock this whole time, naughty boy.”

“Guilty as charged,” I confess. I flash her a smile, and give Shayleigh one too.

“Okay, Shay-shay,” Cat says. “Help me get some cum from my naughty husband.”

“Yes, Professor Catherine,” she happily replies.

“Any preferences, baby?” Cat asks me.

I mull it over. Options abound. “Too soon to face-sit Shayleigh while you suck and finger me?” I ask.

Cat gives me a sympathetic look, and traces a fingertip up the length of my twitching shaft.

“A little too soon, baby,” she says. “Why don’t we have Shayleigh help for real? I think you’d like that.”

I give her a kiss, letting her know all is well. “Back and front standing?” I offer.

“Mmmm, I was just thinking that,” she replies. “Should we let Shayleigh practice massaging your prostate?”

I quickly nod. “We should, indeed,” I say, “after some licking, of course.”

“Of course,” my wife echoes — though with extra sass. She’s back with us completely now.

“Shayleigh,” she says, “stay up and fetch the lube and towels Jack left in the living room, then back here, quick quick. Keep them with you when you take your new position.”

“Yes, Professor Catherine,” Shayleigh replies, and then she’s off.

Cat and I get up off the bed. We toss two pillows to the ground, putting one roughly where Shayleigh will end up.

Cat sinks slowly to her knees, tracing her fingertips down the front of my body and legs. I sigh with pleasure. She keeps up those light, teasing touches as she moves in close and begins giving my ball sack little licks.

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I was brought in after being arrested for public urination. I was drunk and had to piss, so I did behind a grocery store and got arrested. Little did I know that the local pleasure house has a deal with the police that if they bring in a certain amount of people for the house then they all get to try out the merchandise before it gets sold. I was thrown in the back of a truck and given something to knock me out cold.

I slowly awake and look around at my surroundings. It’s a plain white room with tiles all over the floor and half-way up the walls and a drain in the middle. Its cold in the room and as I wake up I realize that I’m gagged and handcuffed sitting on the floor. There is a leather collar around my neck. A man walks in, he’s tall with sandy brown hair and a sinister smile on his face. He’s followed by three other men who are all quite strong looking. The man walks towards me and crouches down.

“Why hello there. So I’ve been told that you were a very bad boy and now you need to be punished. But quite how badly the punishment is is up to you. So I’m going to remove your gag and your cuffs and if you want this to go as nice and easy as possible you will stand up and not move afterwards got it?”

What the hell is this guy talking about? Im confused but I’m not stupid. I’m going to take the easiest way out by following what he says. I nod my head at his question.

“Okay good. Smart boy,” he releases my cuffs and removes the gag and steps back to see what I’ll do. I slowly stand up and wait.

“Now strip,” he says.

“What?!” I ask.

“You heard me boy. I said strip. Do it now before I have to do it for you.”

I hesitate, this seems wrong but I don’t know what else to do. My hesitation was apparently too long because the man walks over to me with some scissors and cuts my shirt off.

“Now,” he says, ” Would you like for me to cut your pants off with these or are you going to strip like I fucking told you to.”

“I’ll strip,” I say as I start to take off my pants.

“Master,” he says.

“What?”

“From here on out you will refer to me as such. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes master.”

“Good boy.”

I am now standing nude in front of four men I have never met and cover my crotch in embarrassment. The man walks over and slaps my hands away.

“Don’t you ever cover yourself in front of me” he grabs my dick roughly in his hand “This here belongs to me now. You don’t get to decide what happens to it. All of you is mine but especially this”.

He lets go and walks around me to look me over before leading me to the back wall and tells me to bend over and hold onto a bar in front of me “Now you are not to move from this position got it? If you do I will tie you down but I’d like to see you hold it on your own”.

This position is so humiliating. I’m bent over in front of a group of men I don’t know completely naked and I have a feeling its only going to get worse. But I also know I can’t fight back against these guys and taking the easy way is probably for the best.

I hear the sound of a bottle cap opening and then a few seconds later the man, Master, is holding onto my ass with one hand. I feel something touch my asshole and I jump a bit and pull away. This gains me a slap on the ass, and I am quick to say “sorry master,” afterwards. “Good boy. Now I said don’t move,” he says.

What was at my hole was his finger I realize as it returns to me and starts circling it again, covering it in lubricant. The finger starts to push into my ass and I feel my hole resisting, but the amount of lube added means the finger eventually slips in. It’s a foreign feeling to me having something up my ass and as he starts to move it in and out I squirm a bit but stay in position.

“Easy boy you are doing just fine. This will all be over soon and then if you keep being such a good boy we can make you feel really good afterwards,” says the man as he starts to add a second finger. Once inside he stretches them apart from each other and I groan at the feeling and Master moans “Oh fuck… nothng better than a streched out hole.” He does this a few more times and then takes out his fingers. My ass feels weird but it’s a relief to be empty again.

“Okay boy now you stay there for a minute while I get something and don’t you dare move or look behind you got it?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good Boy.”

I hear him walk away and the temptation to look around is killing me but my ass is still sore from being slapped and I don’t know if its worth the risk. I hear the sounds of water running behind me and am very confused as to what he could be doing but I still keep my eyes forward. I soon hear him come back with what sounds like a metal cart or something with wheels and the temptation is just too much, so I glance back behind me and am confused by what I see.

There is a metal stand with a bottle hanging from it and a tube coming out of it. I have no idea what I was expecting but it wasn’t that. Master sees me turn around and grabs my head and turns Bostancı Escort it back forwards. “I told you to stay still kitten and now you’ve disobeyed me,” he growls. “You were doing so good too. So as punishment we were going to take this nice and slow to get you used to it but now it’s going to be just as fast as it normally is. I’m still not going to tie you down though because I like the challenge of making my boys stand there and take it.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about but I do know that I fucked up, so I stay where I am and promise myself I won’t move until told again. There are once again hands on my ass and then something is touching my asshole, being slowly pushed inside. Its wider than Masters fingers and I groan at the stretch but stay still. Then all of a sudden it pops into my ass and my ring grabs onto the smaller neck of it.

“Feeling full boy?” Master asks.

“Yes master,” I respond.

He laughs, “Well you better get used to it boy because this is the least full you are going to be in a long while that’s for sure. Now because you were just too curious and disobeyed me we aren’t going to take this slow. So no matter how much you wish this was a slower process remember you made this choice when you moved without permission”.

And with that I hear a click and then feel something warm in my ass. Water I realize. From that bag. Its coming into my ass and filling me. There is so much of it and I don’t know how it’s possibly fitting inside me. My whole body feels warm as the relentless rush of water enters my bowels and fills me to the brim. Master starts playing with the plug in my ass. Tugging on it and pushing on it and I let out a groan at the feeling. His other hand reaches lower and starts to play with my balls and dick.

“You feel it now boy? How full you can be. How good it feels to be this full? Well don’t worry because here your job is to be full all the time. You will never have to feel empty again. We will just keep filling you up over and over and there is nothing you can do about it because you are mine. Your body is mine. And that’s what I want it to do.”

My dick starts to harden at the feeling of his hands playing with it and I’m more confused than ever. I don’t want to be full of water, and yet I’m getting hard. The water stops and I feel like a balloon about to pop. He pulls out the plug and I squeeze my anus tight to keep the water in.

“Now boy we have one more challenge for you. You are going to stand up and turn around and walk over here. Then squat down. But you are not to spill any water,” he says sternly. “And because I’m a nice man I’ll give you a choice. Do you want a plug to help you or do you want to do this without one?”

I think it over but I’m so full I don’t know if I can hold it without a plug, so I answer him with “I’d like a plug please master.”

“Oh what a good boy we have here! Now I want you to beg me for it,” he says with a grin

I almost break position. My hesitation must have been too long because I feel another stinging slap on my ass. Master leans over my back to speak into my ear. “I want you to beg me to plug up this slutty little ass of yours or you aren’t getting the plug at all got it?”

“Yes master,” I reply. “Please Master can I have the plug?” “No. Not convincing enough. Try again.” The pressure in my ass and stomach is killing me and if I don’t get the plug soon it’s going to leak out, so I say, “Please master. Please plug up my slutty ass.”

“Good boy.” I feel another plug enter my ass and it’s a relief to know I won’t spill all over the floor.

“Now stand up and get over here.” he points at the ground in front of him. I slowly stand up, groaning at the full feeling in my stomach, and walk towards him.

“Squat down.”

“Yes master.”

I squat down and the feeling of going to burst gets even worse. The man walks around me and I feel him crouch down behind me. He starts to play with the plug, jiggling it around and making me almost move position. He stops and says, “Now I’m going to take this plug out and you are going to tighten up your ass for me and not spill a drop until I tell you to.” The plug gets slowly pulled from me and as soon as it’s out I squeeze my ass shut before anything escapes. But in this position with no plug its getting harder to not let go.

Master gets up and walks to somewhere else in the room. When he comes back he places a floor length mirror in front of me. The sight shocks me. Here I am naked, collared, and squatting on the ground with a stomach full of water in front of men I don’t know in a place I don’t know. It’s shocking beyond all belief and I gasp at my reflection.

“Now slut you can release but look at your reflection while you do it. Watch yourself spill all over the ground”

I don’t want to but Master comes behind me and grabs my hair to hold my head forwards and I know better than to close my eyes. I hesitate a second more before I let go. I watch my reflection as I push all the water out of my ass. And I let out a Anadolu Yakası Escort soft moan at what a relief the feeling is having it out. The humiliation of it all turns me bright red and I break eye contact with myself once I’m done.

He ruffles my hair “Good boy. How’s it feels being a dirty little slut? Shitting out all that water in front of us?” He smirks, “A dirty boy like you needs to be washed off after that.”

He gestures to the other men, and they all circle around me with their dicks out. Master pulls his out too and tells me to stay where I am. After a moments’ hesitation all four of them start to piss all over me. They cover me entirely in piss. One has aimed at my face while another seems intent on covering my ass in piss. The other two aimed for my dick and torso. The humiliation is immense and I look down in shame.

“Alright boy you stink like piss so let’s get you actually cleaned up.” He takes me over to a shower in the corner of the room and turns on the water.

“Hands on the wall boy.”

“Yes master.”

I lean over and put my hands against the wall and the water runs down my back. Master comes behind me and starts to rub my cock while rubbing his hard dick against my ass.

“You were a very good boy and you deserve a reward. Now whenever you are ready you can cum,” he says. His other hand starts to play with my ass again. One finger slips in and wiggles around. Then out of no where he touches a spot inside and I let out a moan “There is is,” he says with a chuckle. He rubs that spot and my cock until I can’t take it anymore and cum all over his hand. He takes that hand and uses it to stroke his dick until he cums all over my ass. It all gets washed away soon enough and that’s the end of the shower. I get towelled off and left standing in the middle of the room.

Cuffs are reattached to my wrists and ankles, and I am lead out of the room. “Welcome to the Pleasure House boy. You will make a great slave I’m sure of it.”

I am lead to a room called The Toilets and what I see stops me in my tracks. There are many rows of naked slaves tied up with various tubes and dildos in them. But then I see a man come up to a girl with a ring gag in her mouth, and he pulls out his dick and without entering her mouth he pisses in it. Its then when I realize what kind of room this is and I want nothing to do with it. I pull back on my binds and master turns around.

“Don’t you start now boy. You were being so good, and I was going to start you off easy. Now you are going to come with me over to your new station, and we will start your training. Any attempt to escape isn’t going to work and is going to make it much harder for you. Now come with me and don’t you stop until I tell you to.” He slaps me on the ass again and I follow him, realising I have no choice.

He takes me over to a station and gets me to bend over a padded bench with a hole in the middle. My knees rest on a pad on the ground and my body down towards the ground at a 45 degree angle. My ankles are strapped down as well as my back and arms. My head rests on a little stand for it and my collar is attached to the floor, so I can’t move. I hear him behind me doing something and then feel his slick fingers at my asshole.

“Now we are going to start you off with something nice and easy. It will be just water for now until you get used to being full and in a bit we will get you used to being used at both ends. For now though you can suck on this.” My head gets released and my body is pulled up and a dildo gets attached to the floor below me. As I’m pushed back down I see where this is going and Master confirms it with an “Open wide,” and a slap on the ass. I open my mouth and the dildo slides in, and I am secured once more. There is very little room for me to move my head up and down the shaft of the dildo and when I’m all the way down it just about touched the back of my throat making me gag.

“You will get used to the feeling of something in your throat soon enough boy don’t worry about that. We will get you trained up nice and good. Now to get you filled on this end.”

His fingers are back, and they stretch me for a few seconds until they are removed, replaced with a small dildo. Its not much of a stretch for my ass after what its been through today to my relief. I feel it pop in and my anus lock around the flanged base. For a few seconds nothing happens. And then I feel warmth rushing into my ass for the second time that day. More water running right into my colon and down into my guts. I groan at the feeling and go too far down on the dick in my mouth and gag a bit. All pride I had is now gone. Drool running down the dildo in my mouth, strapped down, and being filled with water at the delight of my new Master. There is nothing left to do but submit to what’s happening and hope its over soon.

“Well slut have fun,” says Master. He slaps me one last time and then I hear him walk away.

I am left there for hours. The water never stops. It pauses for a while to let me sit there Pendik Escort full and stretched out but then it starts again and I’m filled up more. I’m so full and to my dismay I have been hard the whole time. There is no way I can get out of this, so I try my best to relax.

Eventually I hear someone come up behind me and there is a hand on my ass.

“Hey there slut feeling full yet?”

It’s my master. I am relieved by this because he might let me empty out and hopefully will let me cum.

“What can’t answer me with that dick in your mouth?” He laughs. “Your training for today is almost over slut so let go get you emptied out.”

He clips a chain to my collar and then releases my binds. “Ah just a second. We’ve gotta get this hose out of your ass first before you get up,” he pauses.

“Well would you look at that. It looks like someone likes being filled,” he grabs my dick and starts rubbing it, getting me harder than before. He lets go and then his fingers are back at my ass hole and are playing with the dildo plugging it up. He pushes it in and out and gets a moan out of me when he jiggles it around. Finally, he pulls it out and I do my best to clench down and hold in the water. Thankfully he shoves a new plug in quickly and then I’m allowed getting up. I groan at the sensation of my now heavy stomach being pulled down by gravity. The relief of not having that dildo in my mouth is great but doesn’t last long.

“Open up Slut,” says Master as he takes the plug off the end of the water hose and shoves it in my mouth. “Taste that? That’s your ass juice you are tasting. But don’t worry its a taste you’ll get used to,” he chuckles and then grabs the chain attached to my collar, and we head off down the hall to the back of the room.

We enter another room which seems to be for cleaning all the slaves as there are many shower heads along one wall as well as a few large bathtubs. I am lead to another part of the room that has a bunch of raised oval rings on the ground with a drain in the middle of each one. Master leads me over to one and says, “Okay boy now squat down over this.”

I do, and he walks behind me and grabs my plug “Don’t you dare let go until I say so,” he says. I wouldn’t dream of it, so I make sure to clench tight once he pulls it out. He comes over to my head and takes the plug out of my mouth.

“You can release once I come,” he says and takes out his cock “Now open up and make your Master feel real nice.” I open my mouth and he thrusts in his cock. I try my best to make it good for him and make him come fast because I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold the water. I swirl my tongue around his dick and suck on it which pulls a groan from him. Soon his thrusts speed up, and he grabs onto my head and moves it up and down on his dick. He pulls it down one more time and starts to come just as I choke on his cock.

“Okay slut let go,” he grunts out and I relax my ass and push the water out. It comes out in a torrent and I groan with relief as the water leaves my body. Once Master is done coming he pulls my head off his cock, puts the plug back into my mouth, and grabs the chain once more. “Good work boy now lets get you cleaned up.”

We walk over to one of the shower heads, and he gets me to bend over and hold onto the bar in front of me on the wall.

“Before we clean you up I have one more surprise for you my slut. Just a preview for what your life is going to be like from now on.”

I feel his dick at my ass, and he pushes in slowly. Once in he stays where he is and there is an expectant pause for something to happen. Just as im wondering what he’s doing I feel it. A feeling similar to earlier but not quite. A strong warm sensation fills my ass and I finally clue in. This man is pissing into my ass. His hot fresh piss fills my ass, and I am violated in a way I never thought possible.

As he does this he reaches down and starts to play with my hard dick. Pulling it and rubbing it as his piss fills me. “That’s it my little toilet. Feels good to be filled, doesn’t it? This is all you are good for, taking all the piss you can.” I shake my head no at this. It don’t want it to feel good, and I am worth more than being a toilet.

“No? So your cock isn’t hard in my hand right now? It feels pretty hard to me. In fact, I wonder if you could come from this. From having your piss filled ass fucked by the man who filled it. Let’s find out shall we?”

He starts roughly fucking my ass. His balls slap against mine, and he continues playing my dick with one hand and the other reaches up and pinches a nipple. I let out a moan around thr plug in my mouth, and he chuckles into my ear, “Come on toilet boy you know how good it feels. Let go and come on my dick like a good boy and I’ll finally clean you up and let you rest. You are a dirty little slut that needs to be cleaned and the sooner you come the sooner we can do just that,” a minute or two later I come, and he does too. Adding more liquid into my ass as he does.

He pulls out and tells me to release everything right here. I do and am overcome with embarrassment as he stands there and watches. After its done he rinses me down and sprays a bit more water into my ass to clean it out. Once that’s done and I’ve pushed it out he takes me to the resting area for all the toilet slaves.

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He was a stud with a chiseled jaw and strong hands; she was a bombshell with cute, perky tits and amazing hips. They quickly hit it off when they met for the first time in college. It wasn’t long before they were at each other’s house every night, watching copious amounts of Netflix and chilling very, very hard.

But over a couple years, as they neared the end of their majors, coursework got difficult and stressful. They made less time for each other. They slept over less often. The “spark” they felt upon meeting each other was starting to fade.

That’s why, with their fourth anniversary approaching, he was determined to recapture that spark. He wasn’t sure how, yet, but ideas were welcome. He often went browsing at the mall for things that she might like, things she’d always wanted… even rings, here and there, but now didn’t seem like the right time for that.

With just over a week to spare, his search came to a close when he visited a new, “hippie-dippie” shop hidden in the far end of the local mall. It was filled with witchy stuff, weed paraphernalia, and too many “Live, Laugh, Love” signs — not really what he was looking for. But as he turned to leave, the lady behind the counter beckoned to him:

“Leaving so soon? But you haven’t bought anything! You must be looking for something specific, no?” She motioned him back.

“Uh, I’m just looking for an anniversary gift for my girlfriend.”

“Ah! And how long have you been together, dear?”

“It’s gonna be our fourth anniversary, this month. But school’s made it really hard for us, so I just wanted something special, I dunno. Not sure really what I’m looking for, I was just browsing.”

The purveyor grinned and held up a small bottle. “Then why don’t you take a look at this?”

Reluctantly, he walked back to the desk and grabbed the bottle carefully, reading the label. “Fertility pills…? No, no ma’am, we’re not trying to… I mean, we’re not ready for kids.”

She chuckled, “You don’t have to be. Just remember to wear protection! But those will give you both a night that you’ll never forget, y’understand?”

Seemed like risky business. But something about that risk seemed… thrilling. “How much are these?”

“Twelve dollars, dear.”

Decently affordable. He’d still have enough money to buy something else, if he needed to. After pondering a long while, alone in the middle of the store, he said, “Okay. Why not?” And it was done.

“Oh! Before you go, dear, don’t forget your protection,” the lady said as she placed a box of condoms on the table.

“XXL? I’m, uh, flattered, lady, but those are probably… not the right size.” She waved her hands dismissively and told him, “They’re the largest size I carry right now, and–” she grabbed his hands gently — “trust me on this one, okay? You will want these.” He was about to protest again, so she cut him off and said, “It’s on the house. Just take them.” So he did. And with bag in hand, he left, unsure if this was really the right decision.

He decided he’d tell his girlfriend and gauge her reaction before doing anything else with the new pills. If she hated them, he could always can them and come up with another gift. But instead, she was very excited.

“One of my friends works at that store! Says the manager is really cool, always knows what’s up. I can’t believe you’ve never been there before!”

“Really? I mean, it’s under an elevator at the end of the store. I can’t believe you knew about it,” he laughed.

“So, she really suggested these pills? But… I mean… I think you’re really sweet, but… we’re not having kids yet, are we? It’s not a good time at all, for either of us.”

“No no, I agree! I told the lady the same thing. She said to just use protection and that it’d be a ‘fun night’,” he smirked. “And I thought… it’s been a while, y’know? You and I could use a night to ourselves.”

She blushed, and nodded. “So, what’s the instructions on these?” She peeked into the bag. “Oh, it’s a two-pack. One is pink and one is blue. Yeah, I guess there’s a bottle for each of us?”

“Oh, really?” He didn’t remember seeing a second bottle. “It says here… take one pill every morning, and one every night, for seven days. Geez… that’s a long time.”

“We’ll have to start tonight, then, to be done in time for our anniversary,” she exclaimed.

“Okay. Are you sure about this?” He asked to be sure, but he could already see the sparks again in her eyes.

“I… I think so. It’s nothing fancy, but I’d like a sexy night alone with my stud.” He smiled and agreed.

“But, we don’t have to wait a week,” he reminded her. “We could… get started right now?”

The thought of having an entire night to themselves, to do nothing but fuck, was very enticing. They decided to get a head-start, from the moment that she placed her hand on his chest and looked up at him, eyes gleaming. He groped her ass and pulled her in for a kiss, both of them blushing intensely. It really had been too long.

They could barely find their way to the bedroom, grabbing and smothering Anadolu Yakası Escort one another. She placed him face-up on the bed, unzipping his pants and resting a moment against his bulge. The moment she drew back, it sprang out of his underwear, begging to be sucked. She did it like a lollipop — gently twisting it back and forth, licking the tip, before taking the whole thing inside. He couldn’t help but thrust gently up and down.

After a few minutes of this, she suddenly grabbed his balls. “Give it to me,” she demanded. “Every drop, come on…” She squeezed. She took more of his member in her mouth, and squeezed harder. Sooner or later, he had to give in… and without warning, he’d spurt, once — twice — three times, her face visibly recoiling each time, with lengthy gulps to follow. “Haaaah…!” he exclaimed, as the last of his cum dribbled out.

“Now it’s your turn!” she said, as he was left in afterglow. She got on the bed and straddled him, her snatch hovering inches away from his face. “Make me feel good, stud.” He reached out with his tongue to flick at her clit, making her shiver all over and collapse on top of him. He was full-on munching now, rubbing her outside while working his tongue inside. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop, don’t stop…” she yelled. She had to lean forward and grab the covers before riding him back and forth, pressing her weight down into him. And then, the floodgates opened, as a crashing orgasm radiated through her body, pussy flowing with honey. He lapped it up greedily, never stopping his assault between her legs.

They made sure to take a pill that night. If this is the kind of sex they could have normally, imagine what fertility pills will do!

DAY 1

The pair woke up feeling on top of the world, a faint bliss resting in their heads as they readied for school. They both had exams throughout the week to study for, so they mutually agreed to hold off on visiting each other until their anniversary. But moreover… they wanted to get worked up before the big day. They each took another pill for the morning and went their separate ways to class.

It was hard to focus. Really hard. His mind fluttered with thoughts of fucking his girlfriend as the professor’s words faded into mist. Doggy style, cowgirl, missionary, he fantasized about them fucking like rabbits, in every position imaginable. His pants were uncomfortably tight under the desk. But every time he tried to shake his head and dispel the fog, his girlfriend sprang back into mind, and the rest of the room was void once more.

She felt the same. Her first class of the day was, in fact, one of her favorites, but she couldn’t help thinking about her favorite person more. And the sweet and innocent thoughts were rapidly overtaken by dirtier ones; she imagined him ripping her clothes off, bending her over this very desk, and railing her over and over until she couldn’t walk straight. Mindlessly she shifted in her seat with each thrust, rocking back and forth to herself. She was absolutely flushed and might as well have been a ghost in the room.

The first thing he did when he got back home was masturbate. It needed to be done. He was hard in class, hard at lunch, hard on the bus, and really hard now. His dick practically needed tearing out of its confines, and there it stood, very impatiently. She had been even less patient — she masturbated in the girls’ restroom at school between classes, unable to wait a moment longer. Something she had never done before. That didn’t stop her from playing with herself a second and third time once she got home.

And of course, they both took a pill that night.

DAY 2

When he awoke, he found that he already had been mindlessly rubbing his prick — still hard — under the covers. Was this thing ever going to go back down? There was nothing he could do but start the morning with another jerk-off session, just so that he could focus on getting ready for the day. It was a sensational, throbbing cum — he clenched once and it reached his face, twice and it coated his chest, then more dribbled out the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh time… A shower was in order.

But the shower only made things worse. His penis was too sensitive now — the water splashing against it was almost agonizing. And of course, any stimulation at this point made it hard again. So much for focusing. He gave in one more time to try to dispel the fog in his head, and grabbed his cock and started jerking. It was painful. It was already so tender, had already been jerked so much, but it was still so hard and he couldn’t stop. With a yelp, he came for the third time in twelve hours, painting the shower glass with his cum. At least it would wash off.

He hesitated, when he looked at the pill bottle later that morning. Yesterday, he figured that he was just really excited over the amazing sex they had a couple nights ago. But this is different. He was getting insatiable. It sounded really hot on paper, but when it’s your dick that never goes soft, it becomes worrisome.

Then he Kadıköy Escort thought of his darling girlfriend again. Of course, his cock perked up in response, but more than that, he didn’t want to let her down. If she was still taking the pills, then so would he.

She had no time to think about it. She furiously had to cum before she’d be late for school. Or, hell, she could just be late and then cum again. At that point, why even go to class today? She could call in, and…

No. That would be irresponsible. She decided, if she could control herself long enough to go to school, then she could keep taking the pills. With a sigh, she popped off the cap, took one, and started getting dressed. She couldn’t help but notice her impressive cameltoe as she slipped on her panties. Her tee-shirt and pants also really showed off her curves today, which she admired for a moment in the mirror. She was the sexiest girl on campus and she knew it. She also had the sexiest guy, all to herself. And in less than a week…

Less than a week, and he’d be fucking her brains out, he thought. It was tempting to call her and visit again right away, but he knew he had to study that night, without fail. Thus, he kept his reverie to himself. But it was hard. “It” was hard, but it was also hard to contain himself. He learned absolutely nothing from class. He skipped lunch so that he wouldn’t run into anyone with his bulge. He was a cunt-craving zombie in his next class.

Just when he felt like he was about to lose himself, his phone vibrated. God, even that little vibration in his pocket tugged at his member enough to drive him wild. He took the phone out of his jeans, and noticed that it was a message from his beau.

It’s a fifty-fifty chance, he was sure, that this is either something serious, or something sexy. He didn’t really want to chance opening something sexy in class, but he didn’t really want to chance ignoring something serious either. And… a small part of him did, in fact, want to chance opening something sexy, something scandalous, in the middle of class. He held the phone close to his body and opened the message.

It was a photo of her hidden away in the restroom, lip-biting, pussy glistening, eyes pleading, captioned: “cant wait to feel you”.

He creamed right then and there. Oh shit. This was so unbearably hot, but also, a disaster. He could feel a wet spot growing from the tip of his cock; if anyone were to drop a pencil now and glance over, they’d get quite a show.

It’s over; he had to get out of there. If he left now, he wouldn’t run into anybody he knew on the way home. He excused himself and went to the restroom to sop up some of the mess. Just before, though, he decided… to send a photo back, captioned “look what u did to me”.

He was rewarded with a video clip of her masturbating vigorously, licking her fingers and going back at it until she squirted. She’d never done that before today. Without thinking, he rewatched the clip several times before outright saving it. Her pussy looked very puffy and red, like it had been receiving nonstop attention for hours. Thick, hot grool poured out slowly when she climaxed, her labia throbbing obscenely. Her clit was not just exposed, but huge, utterly swollen, bigger than he’d ever seen it before.

What was happening to them? He wondered, as he took his pill for the night.

DAY 3

She woke up in a massive wet spot on the sheets underneath. Her breasts were now sensitive enough that she shuddered when the blanket rubbed across her nipples. Her clit gave off a constant, dull, tingling sensation when it wasn’t being stimulated. She considered skipping the pills today, but the more she committed to the idea, the harder her body tingled all over. She gave in and took another. It didn’t even make the tingling go away per se, it just comforted her somehow.

This comfort didn’t last long as she started putting on her clothes. Her pussy lips were practically eating her panties, today. Her bra felt really tight. And her curves were more accentuated than ever. Whenever she moved, her clothes hugged her tightly and clamped down on her most sensitive areas; this was not going to work.

Frustrated, she stripped back down. Her shirt was her usual size. Her bra, too. She tried to reassure herself, that they must have shrunk in the wash, but then she tried something — she put on her old bra, which fit her just fine yesterday.

Not today. Her boobs billowed out the top, and it was almost too tight to clasp.

Her boyfriend, in his own home, woke up suddenly to the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table. Still groggy, he glanced over to check the time, and noticed it was another message from his lover. Alone at home, he spared no hesitation in opening it.

“i think my tits are getting bigger??” it read. And there they were, barely resting in a bra that looked a cup size too small, if not more.

No way. He believed her, but he so badly wanted to reach out and feel them for himself. Then again, if this is real, they might be İstanbul Escort even bigger by the end of the week… He couldn’t hold his excitement.

Excitement, which turned to concern as he realized, “… am I getting bigger, too?” He sprang out of bed and hunted down a measuring stick.

Eight and a half inches. Almost 22 centimeters. He was pretty sure it was only, like, six inches hard, maybe six and a half, last time he checked. And his balls… He didn’t have to measure them, they were clearly huge — maybe the size of a baseball. And they were firm. When he leaned forward on his bed, his dick was propped up by his fulcrum of a scrotum.

He wanted to test something. He would take another pill for the morning, and then pay really close attention to his crotch throughout the day, to see if he would notice any gradual changes. He could always go to the bathroom, he figured, and just wear really baggy pants everywhere he went.

His girlfriend, on the other hand, had no recourse. She would have to go braless today, which, as she figured out as soon as she’d put her shirt back on, meant two obscene, puffy nipples jutting out in front of her at all times, backed by two tender, fleshy breasts. The fabric tightly rubbing against her drove her crazy before she’d even left the house. She would have to be late for class; there was no choice but to go out and buy a new, bigger bra first.

She used to be a C cup, but now it was looking more like a DD, and she knew to buy a size or two bigger, in case she kept growing throughout the week. She could hardly imagine her shape with F, G cup titties… but it turned her on, just thinking about it. She decided on a sexy, revealing bra, and sent a picture of herself in the dressing room to her man.

*bzzzt* *bzzzt*

He immediately got up and headed to the restroom, the moment his phone vibrated. At this point, he was looking for any excuse. Any excuse to be alone and horny. It was too much to bear, sitting still in a room full of people. He’s already had one too many fantasies of exposing himself to his classmates, on the spot. It’s getting dangerous!

Like divine intervention, the message was from her, again. Wearing a huge bra and nearly filling it out. Her face, lustful.

… This time, he could feel it. He could feel the stirring in his scrotum. Everyone feels something like that when they get turned on, but this was totally different. He stood frozen a moment before deciding to take this to a private stall — and there he waited, impatiently as ever.

His balls were filling up. So much so, that they were *expanding* into the confines of his sweatpants. It was getting tighter and tighter — not just his cock, but right underneath, too. This couldn’t be real. He pried his pants apart and let everything hang out —

They were baseball-sized before. Now it’s more like softball size. Very red, very swollen. He could feel the cum swirling around. His cock head was pulsing, eager to release — and, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was yet another inch out from before. He gently squeezed himself, to see how it would feel — and precum poured out of his dick. There was so much of it, that it was dribbling down his hand, then dripping on the floor. He was making such a mess and he hadn’t even cum yet!

He took a short video of his leaking member and sent it to his better half. And she was almost too busy masturbating to notice.

Touching herself in the dressing room was naughty. She felt like she deserved to be exposed, punished… and that made her even hornier. Her labia were now as swollen as a pregnant lady’s at nine months. Her clit was soon to be cock-sized, though certainly not as long as her boyfriend’s.

When she picked up her phone and saw what her boyfriend’s cock was doing, that sent her over the edge. Her clit stiffened even more, long enough now that she started stroking it like a dick, between her thumb and forefinger. Is this what guys feel, every time? She tried to imagine doing this with a footlong cock — it would take her whole hand, if not both. Her legs wobbled uncontrollably; she was going to climax and make a huge mess in public. Thick, creamy girlcum ran down her snatch and threatened to drip onto the floor.

It was nigh impossible to pull herself away for even a second, but at the last moment, she reached for her shirt, held it between her legs, and came. A moan forced itself out of her lips, but she didn’t have another hand free to cover her mouth. It would just have to happen. She came, and she completely ruined her shirt with her fluids.

After wiping up a bit, she put her shirt back on to assess the damage. A massive, pungent stain right down the front. There was no hiding that. She would have to go back home and change, and at that point, why even go to school? It would be too late.

For a fleeting moment, she felt intense guilt. Why was she acting so unreasonable like this? It’s those pills, she was sure of it. But are fertility pills really supposed to be… this effective? Doubt reigned in her mind as she timidly purchased her new bra and began the walk of shame home. She couldn’t get over how the cashier stared abjectly at her tits — if it wasn’t the stain, it was her rock-hard nipples. She imagined if it was her boyfriend, staring at her… and that got her horny again.

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I had been dating my girlfriend at the time, Lisa, for around 6 months. We got to know each other at the local tennis court, through our shared love for the sport. She was cool and we got along pretty well and, well, seeing her legs in a tennis skirt was quite a sight. And at least at the very beginning of our relationship the sex was good. Pretty vanilla but good.

There was just one issue. The thing is, I have a huge passion for women in pantyhose. The look of a woman’s pantyhose clad legs, the desire to touch the silky soft material, to worship her, make her feel sexy, all of this had been a deep fascination of mine for as long as I can remember. It’s a part of me. Lisa on the other hand always dressed sporty, never really fancy. I had never seen her wearing pantyhose, and as it turned out, she absolutely HATED them and completely refused to wear them. I finally came around and explained to her my fetish. I tried my best to convince her to wear, at least occasionally, just for me.

But no luck. She thought it was weird and, at one point, even suggested I should go to a psychologist, and that if I really loved her like I said I do, it wouldn’t matter what she wore. Oh boy, those discussions heated up quickly and were quite painful. Of course my feelings for her didn’t depend on what she was wearing. But on the other hand, I was quite disappointed by her reaction. She didn’t even show the slightest willingness or interest in my fantasies. I tried to convince her on a few more occasions where it would have been somewhat appropriate for her to wear, but it always came back to the same reaction. Feeling defeated, I eventually retreated with my attack and gave up for the time being.

Fast forward a few months to the Christmas holidays. I was invited to spend one of the holidays with Lisa and her family. I had met her family before once, they seemed nice and I got along with her sister, her little brother and her parents. Lisa answered the door, and as I had come to expect, she wore pants and sneakers. Heck, even I put on suit pants and a shirt. But yeah, disappointed but not surprised. We walked in and as I said Hi to her family, Lisa’s mom Anna caught my eye immediately. She wore a royal blue dress, about knee length, fancy glitter pumps, and best of all: sheer black pantyhose. Wow, she just looked phenomenal. I knew that I needed to be very careful not to stare at her too obvious.

After picking up my jaw from the floor, she greeted me with a Merry Christmas and a small peck on the cheek. God, she smelled wonderful! Anna wiped the lipstick smudge from my cheek and joked about it. She seemed so fun and talkative that evening, much more than Lisa’s father. That’s when I started looking at her in a sexual way. Not that I hadn’t found her attractive before. I mean, Anna was a MILF, quite literally. Being in her 40s, she was in great shape. The small belt around her waist emphasized her beautiful curves. She wore her shoulder length blonde hair down, had applied beautiful make up and even wore some jewelry. Other than Lisa, her mom seemed to enjoy dressing elegant and feminine, her outfit that evening definitely proved that. She was working at a women’s fashion store, so dressing nicely was even part of her profession.

Lisa definitely got the looks from her mom, especially those amazing legs. But the stubborn attitude, I am afraid, definitely came from her father. And also that horribly sporty and casual way of dressing. Even her sister Sandra wore a dress and black semi-opaque tights. Anyway, I helped them out in the kitchen to prepare the food, like a good son-in-law. The whole time I could not keep my eyes off of Anna’s legs. She must have caught me staring more than once. It made me feel so awkward, after all, it was my girlfriend’s mom, but I just couldn’t help. Luckily, we soon gathered around the dining table.

Anna kept talking to me, she seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, and we even joked around. It almost seemed like she was hitting on me. At the same time, Lisa’s dad, Eric, was deeply focused on his rants about politics and sports, he didn’t even notice anything. He seemed more like a stubborn and ignorant jerk to be honest. Anna, on the other hand, Maltepe Escort was so lively, friendly, and seemed much more outgoing and fun. I didn’t quite understand how these two had gotten together. Anna was so easy to talk to, I had never actually talked to her that much. I could sense that she enjoyed that very much, and I surely developed a little crush. By the end it was basically Eric and his kids talking on the one end of the table, and Anna and me on the other. That made our conversation kind of intimate and Anna’s almost flirty behavior was even more exciting for me.

Later that evening, we all gathered on the couch to watch Home Alone. It’s kind of their family tradition. Anna, still in her stunning outfit, brought some popcorn and made herself comfortable on the other end of the couch. She kicked off the slippers she had changed into earlier, and brought her legs up, so her pantyhose clad feet were perfectly visible for me. And during that whole damn movie I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. Such beautiful, well-kept feet with flawless, painted toes, clad in reinforced toe black nylon. I found myself wondering what it would be like to touch, rub, or lick them, sucking her nylon clad toes, with her watching me. All that fantasizing brought my cock to life. I mean, she just plain tortured me by casually running her hand up and down her calve, rubbing her feet together or wiggling her toes. In addition, her dress hiked up over the course of the movie, gradually revealing more and more of her legs up to her thigh. The urge to touch them was almost unbearable.

Then I noticed a glance. Very short, but it was there. She seemed to be making sure I was still staring at her, which, of course, I did. The whole thing turned into a sexy little show, where all of Anna’s movements seemed to have the intention to show off her legs to me, all while the others remained completely unaware. I could not be sure if she really did it on purpose, but it was all still incredibly exciting, and I got quite an erection! Luckily, nobody noticed.

After the movie we all went to bed, and I got a very special “good night, I hope you enjoyed the evening” from her and a sexy smile. My heart almost stopped. Needless to say I was super horny. If I was Lisa’s father, I would have ripped those pantyhose and fucked my wife senseless that night, in every imaginable way! But of course, that was not the case. I was with Lisa, the pantyhose hater. Later in bed, I made a move on her, but she was not in the mood. And while she dozed off pretty quickly, I couldn’t sleep, my mind was still racing. I couldn’t stop thinking about Anna.

At some point, I got up and went to the toilet. The whole house was dark and quiet, everyone was asleep. I flushed and decided to go to the master bathroom to wash my hands. Of course, I was hoping to find Anna’s worn pantyhose there, and when I switched the light on, bingo! They were right there, one leg was even hanging out of the laundry basket. My heart started racing and my hands were shaking in excitement, it was such a thrill. I locked the bathroom door, and went on to inspect them. They were sheer to waist, still a bit warm and felt so soft and luxurious. I brought them to my face and inhaled, they still carried her scent, I will never forget that smell. I just couldn’t resist and put them over my rock hard cock. I had done this in the past with other pairs (my mom’s, my aunt’s), but they had never felt this silky soft. Paired with the fact that Anna had just worn them hours earlier, it just took a few strokes for me to blow a huge load into them. I figured that they were supposed to be washed anyway, so I just put them back in the basket and went back to bed.

The next morning, I woke up late in an empty bed. Lisa had already gone downstairs to prepare breakfast. Apparently I slept very well. I put on my sweat pants and went to the living room where the whole family had already gathered at the table. I felt a bit awkward for being late, but Anna still greeted me with a lovely smile. She was still in here bathrobe and her hair pulled up into a messy bun, I guess that’s what you call effortlessly attractive. All the others were dressed already. Cevizli Escort Soon, Lisa’s father finished his coffee and left for the tennis court, her sister joined him. Anna asked Lisa to drive her brother to some friend’s place, wish their family merry Christmas and bring some cookies. Lisa was not all too happy about it but she finally gave in. She asked me if I want to join but Anna stepped in:

“Oh I thought he could stay and help me in the kitchen in the meantime, I could use a strong man’s hand and you will be back in half an hour anyway. Could you borrow me your sweet boyfriend for a bit?”

Lisa was okay with it and 10 minutes later, it was only Anna and me left at the table. She asked me to help her with the dishes, which I happily did. We cleaned and put all the dishes in the dishwasher. While going back and forth from living room to kitchen, I glanced at Anna’s legs and noticed that she might be wearing nude pantyhose under her bathrobe and slippers. I tried to get a better look, but it was hard to know for sure. Still, I just couldn’t really concentrate on any chit chat, as I tried to steal glance whenever I could. Anna smiled, I’m sure she noticed.

We finished and went back to the kitchen where she switched on the dishwasher.

“So, how can I help you?” I asked.

She turned around, leaned against the counter and came straight to the point.

“Actually… I think we need to have a little talk,” she said, her voice sounds serious. “Some weeks ago, Lisa and I had a long discussion, and she told me about your fetish and how you are pressing her about wearing pantyhose.”

Oh shit, that hit me like a ton of bricks! I got all nervous, I felt like I could die right there. I awkwardly leaned against the fridge and didn’t really know what to say. She told me that Lisa was upset about the whole thing, but then she turned the whole conversation in a different direction.

“You know, to be honest, I don’t see what the problem is. She is 22 now, and she should start to dress like an adult and wear some more appropriate clothes. I told her it would be nice to see her in something a bit more elegant and feminine for a change. It doesn’t always have to be sports wear. She could a put on skirt or dress with a good pair of pantyhose and some nice heels every once in a while, at least to make you happy.”

Then she paused. Discussing this with her surely was awkward, but she sensed my nervousness, her voice became softer:

“Listen, there is nothing to be ashamed of, really,” she said. “A lot of men have that sort of fascination. There is nothing wrong if a man wants his girlfriend to dress nice and feminine. I have always loved to dress up, I still do, that’s how I came to work in a fashion store. Actually, Lisa should be happy that you care for such things.”

Then she came to her husband: “I know I would be”, she paused and sighed. “Eric is not like that, quite the opposite actually. He was never into dressing up fancy, always sporty, just like Lisa. I would love if he just cared more about such things, or at least if he takes notice. You know, after 20 years of marriage, he does not really look at me in the same way as he used to.”

I was surprised she opened up like that. That actually relaxed me a bit.

“I didn’t know that… honestly I can’t image. I mean… you are… if I may say that, so attractive,” I stumbled awkwardly.

“You’re sweet,” she smiled. And then: “You were looking at my legs last night, weren’t you?”

Now she got me all nervous again. I managed to mumble something like “Oh no I was just… well, yes, I’m really sorry if that was inappropriate.”

“Don’t be, I’m not mad. I have to say I enjoyed it.”

“You did?”

“Mhm. Do you think I look good in pantyhose?”

“Yes, very much actually, I thought you looked amazing last night.”

Anna smiled. With that, she sat herself on the kitchen counter and crossed her legs. She opened up her robe to reveal her beautiful legs up to her thighs. And yes, she was indeed wearing nude pantyhose. The move made my cock grow in my sweat pants. What was she up to?

“I know Lisa doesn’t like to wear them, but I do actually, I’ve always liked Atalar Escort them,” she said while running her hand over her thigh. “I told her to invest in a good quality pair,” she continued as she stretched her leg and examined it, “that really makes a difference.” My eyes nearly popped out, I almost couldn’t believe what I saw. Anna laughed at my reaction.

“My goodness, poor boy, you’re really fascinated by them, aren’t you?”

“Well, they are pretty sexy, especially on you,” I mumbled.

“They feel really nice too… do you want to touch them?” she asked as she kept feeling her thigh. I couldn’t believe it at first. I was so nervous and overwhelmed with excitement, I almost couldn’t move. That was until she invited me to: “Come here, don’t be so shy.”

My hand was shaking as I carefully placed it on her lower leg and gently fondled her calf. Her pantyhose felt so unbelievably silky and soft. They were pure perfection, giving her legs a beautiful make-up look, especially since the nude shade matched her skin tone perfectly. Anna met my excitement with a smile. She was teasing the hell out of me, and she knew it.

“Do you like them?”

“They feel amazing.”

“So soft, aren’t they? These are especially lovely, I also love how they feel.”

By now, my hard-on was blatantly visible under my sweat pants.

“I can see you are really enjoying this,” she giggled, staring at the obvious bulge in my pants.

“Well, I can’t deny it.”

“I know you were masturbating with my pantyhose from last night,” she said suddenly. I startled, nervously mumbling something. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. I have to say I found it pretty arousing myself when I found out this morning.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Anna smiled as she looked at me. Her smile was so hot in that moment, she seemed so youthful and sexual. Obviously, it excited her as well. I had never imagined her being like that, and it made her look hotter than ever. All the while, I kept rubbing her pantyhose clad leg, as if hypnotized by the silky soft feeling. Then Anna dropped her slippers, raised her foot and let it rub the side of my thigh. Her red painted toes, clad in subtly reinforced toe pantyhose, were perfectly pedicured. My heart was racing. I will never forget how she looked at me, her eyes were full of lust.

I watched as her nylon clad foot moved to my crotch where it started rubbing my erection through my sweat pants. This got me incredibly aroused, my cock was aching with excitement. I started breathing heavier, but instead of letting go, her rubbing got even more intense.

“You know… if Lisa doesn’t wear them for you… maybe I will,” she said with a lower voice, almost whispering. “Would you like that?”

“Yes, very much,” I whispered back. Her foot was now full on rubbing my hard cock.

For a few seconds, nothing was said. Just breathing and rubbing and looking. And then, right before I reached the point of no return, she pulled back. Still smiling, she jumped off the counter and slipped back into her slippers.

“I will go up now and change, they will be back any minute,” she said before her fingers brushed over my crotch, feeling my hard on. “Let’s keep this our little secret, and maybe we can continue some other time, okay?”

I could only nod. With this, she turned around and left. So did I, taking a deep breath as I came back to Lisa’s room. What the fuck had just happened? My hands were still shaking. I needed a minute to calm down before changing my pants. I wanted to masturbate to let off the steam, I badly needed some relief, but Lisa and her brother came back shortly after. I really had to pull myself together. Relief had to wait until later at home. When I came back down, Anna had changed into some casual pants, and together with Lisa they went on to prepare lunch. Her little brother asked me to play some video games. Surely, I was not able to focus as usual, I still had to wrap my head around what just happened.

At lunch, we talked about the upcoming wedding of Lisa’s cousin. It was to take place in March, still more than two months away. However, Anna was eager to make sure Lisa and me would come. It seemed important to her. After lunch, Lisa and me prepared to leave. But, of course, not before saying goodbye to Anna.

“Thank you so much, and see you at the wedding, right? It would be such a pleasure to have you come,” she said with a naughty little smile before she hugged me.

Well, I couldn’t wait.

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In this day and age, most men would have ignored the rumours of faeries and forest nymphs, old wives’ tales meant to scare children away from the deep forest. Then again, Oliver wasn’t most men. The rumour had reached him during one of his many bar crawls; that a few miles off the track there was a well where it was said a nymph resided, a nymph who could grant wishes and make your wildest fantasies come true.

Maybe it was just a rumour but if it wasn’t…well. Finally, Oliver could be the man he knew he was supposed to be. The one all the women came back to and fawned over; he’d never have to spend wasted evenings with pick up lines at darkened bars again.

That spurred him on, off the hiking trails and further into the thick forest despite the warm spring heat. According to the rumours, the well was supposed to be around here somewhere…

There!

It didn’t look like much, a small clearing containing nothing but the fabled well. Nothing more than a ring of stones that reached his waist, it certainly didn’t seem magical at all.

Glancing around for any other sign he suddenly realised how quiet it was here. Birds weren’t singing and even the rustle of leaves seemed muted.

“Hello?” He called into the well, “Nymph? Hey! You in there?”

Was he supposed to do something?

“Guess I could flip a coin,” He sighed, thinking of those dinky plastic wishing wells they had in malls.

Lacking any better plan Oliver began to pat down his pockets in search of a coin, who even carried cash in this day and age?

“Well, it has been a long time since I had a visitor.”

Seated on nothing but the air, a figure rose from the well. A blue skinned woman clothed in flowing silks that moved almost as if they were underwater, the cloth only barely concealing her modesty. She leaned forward, narrowing her vibrant blue eyes upon him, her expression seemed almost hungry. For a moment all Oliver could do was blink in shock, part of him had been sure the tales of the nymph were just that but if anything, they didn’t do her justice. They’d said nothing of her beauty, her alluring smile, the curvaceous figure. Quickly he regained his composure, he couldn’t let himself be distracted from his goal.

“I’ve come because it is said you can grant wishes.”

“Oh yes, I can do that.” The nymph smiled, “It is my pleasure to give people their greatest desire.”

Her bare feet touched down on the grass in front of him silently, taking delicate steps forward, the silks and her body swaying to match the breeze around them.

“What is it you desire, Oliver?” She asked, he didn’t think to question how she knew his name.

“I want to be the greatest lover in the world.” He announced unabashed.

“Oh? And why is that?” The nymph asked, slowly circling him, that same hungry smile on Ataşehir Escort her face.

“I want women to throw themselves at me. I want to give them sex so good they will never be able to find satisfaction with another, even whores won’t charge me.”

Even thinking about it made his cock twitch in anticipation.

“I see.” She mused, “So, you want this ability for yourself, for your ego, not out of a kindness to your lovers?”

“The women will be getting the greatest lay of their lives!” Oliver argued, “How is that selfish? If anything, they should be grateful!”

The nymph placed a finger against her lips and hummed in thought before returning to the wells edge and taking a seat, crossing her arms under her considerable chest.

“I will grant your wish.” The she announced unceremoniously, “I believe I shall enjoy watching you make love.”

Oliver did his best not to look too eager, he wasn’t much of a voyeur himself but he knew once this wish was granted, he could put on a show. She might even wish to join him and his new inevitable hareem. He would have this nymph begging for more of his cock, he’d wipe that smug smile off her face and replace it with one of desperate desire.

“Do it!”

“So be it.”

And with that, the nymph vanished into a cloud of mist which surged forward and through his body. All the air was forced from his lungs, leaving him winded for a moment before the mist dissipated on the wind, the nymph’s laughter echoing through the trees. Dazed, he fell forwards onto the grass but quickly came back to himself and was suddenly filled with excitement, it had worked! Eager to get back to town to test out his new sexual prowess he went to stand only to notice the fingers in the grass before him were not his own.

Well, they were, he could feel them but they looked wrong, long and dainty.

Feminine.

Suddenly he realised his clothing had disappeared with the nymph and looking down he felt horror fill him. His once flat chest now had a set of large, full breasts, nipples already hardened in the cool wind. His hips curved into long legs and where his proud manhood had been only moments before there was nothing but folds of flesh, slick with moisture.

“What! This, this isn’t what I wished for!”

“Oh yes it was.” Came a voice on the wind, “You wanted to be the greatest lover in all the land. Now you shall learn what it takes for a man to please a woman.”

“B-but I’m not gay!” He argued, “I can’t go sleep with a man!”

“Don’t worry, my gift will make you realise how wrong that last statement is…”

Oliver continued to yell curses into the wind but the nymph did not reply. He was alone, a woman, naked in the woods, how was he supposed to walk to his car in the parking lot like this? The nymph had at least left his Anadolu Yakası Escort bag behind with his keys and wallet but what good would that do him? His ID wouldn’t even look like him!

He was just going to have to wait here until it got dark and hope there were no more people around the park entrance. But that still left him with several hours to fill, what was he going to do? That same breeze blew through the trees again, wafting the grass against his exposed groin and to his surprise he felt a shiver go through him.

I suppose getting to know this new body wouldn’t be too bad.

Slowly, he ran his hands over his new breasts, a shuddering gasp escaped his mouth as they passed over his nipples. He never realised how sensitive they were. He circled them again, teasing and pulling, enjoying the sparks that seemed to fly from them to his new pussy which was beginning to get wetter and wetter.

Lust overriding his trepidation he lowered one hand between his legs, running a finger along the wet folds. This time a moan escaped him, and then again as he found his clit. Unable to control himself began to circle it. Wetness began to flow in earnest now as he teased his right nipple and rubbed his clit, he wanted more. Slowly, achingly slowly he pushed a finger inside himself before withdrawing and entering it again.

Oh.

Oh.

His finger began to pump in earnest and a strange new desire began to well up inside him. A need to be filled, he wanted more inside him, he wanted a cock inside him. He needed to know what that would feel like. If this finger could give him so much a thick cock in him would feel incredible.

“Holy shit!”

A voice interrupted him. With a start Oliver withdrew his fingers and opened his eyes, having not even realised he’d closed them. A young man was standing at the edge of the clearing, clearly dressed for hiking, his face flushed staring at what appeared to be a naked, masturbating woman.

His first thought was to explain but a fresh wave of desire flowed through him, much to his horror. He wanted this man. He wanted his cock inside him. God, he wanted it so badly, how could he want that so badly?

“Please.” His voice was breathy, higher pitch than it had been before his transformation. He positioned himself on his knees, cupping his breasts in a way that he hopped the hiker would find enticing.

“Fuck me.”

The hiker walked toward him; his erection already painfully obvious through his trousers. Oliver couldn’t stop staring, he wanted it so badly and he hated himself for it.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Asked the hiker with a roguish grin.

“O-Oli-Olive.” Olive replied, the new name already sounding strangely right in his mind.

“Well, Olive. You’re in quite the predicament.”

The hiker Kartal Escort reached forward, replacing Olive’s own hands on his breasts. It felt so good having those rough hands touch him. But he didn’t touch his nipples, they ached to be touched.

“Please. I need your cock. I need it so bad. I’m so wet for it.”

The words kept tumbling out, Olive couldn’t stop them. The Hiker was touching her nipples now and she could only moan. The need to be filled was getting so strong it almost hurt.

Far too slowly, the hiker removed his pants, his large cock now erect in from of her. She hated how her mouth watered for it, she wanted to suck it, to taste it.

What? Not, she-he didn’t want that! He wasn’t…it looked so enticing though.

“Bend over for me sweetie.” The hiker ordered and Olive did so immediately, round ass in the air and heavy breasts against the grass. She felt so empty, the need was so great she didn’t care if she looked pathetic.

Then, something was entering her, slowly the folds of her pussy were pushed back and he began to fill her. It felt so good, it was the best thing she’d ever felt.

“More,” she moaned, “more! Please”

He pushed into her to the hilt, they were flushed together.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He hissed, before withdrawing almost immediately, only to push back in with force.

Olive saw stars.

“Oh, oh more please more.”

He continued, pumping in and out of her. All the shame began to be overwhelmed by the pleasure building within her. Desperate she slammed her hips back against her lover, wanting his cock deeper, every thrust made her moan and the pleasure began to build.

Oh she was so close, so close-

“Oh fuck!”

A warm wetness filled her cunt and the hiker stopped.

“Fuck that was good.”

No, No! She had been so close!

“Don’t stop!” She begged, “I need more of your cock.”

“Sorry honey, I’m spent.” He didn’t sound sorry, Olive found herself pouting.

What the hell was wrong with her, she wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He grinned, “Tell you what, I could go again tomorrow if you want to meet me here.”

Olive nodded, unsure if she would be able to wait that long but unable to bring herself to say anything else as her new lover got up and left her wet and wanting in the clearing.

Wind whistled and a voice came from the well behind her.

“How are you finding your wish?” Asked the nymph, “you’re truly the greatest lover in all the land now.”

“B-but I’m a woman! I cock obsessed, horny woman!” Olive cried.

“Well, perhaps you should have considered what you wished for.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” Olive asked.

“With your new talents?” The nymph grinned, “I am sure you will find something. I’ll be watching of course…”

Then with another hungry smile, she fell backwards into her well, laughter echoing into the wind.

Olive was alone and already that need, that want to be filled was beginning to overtake her. She had no choice but to go in search of what she craved.

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***NOTE — this chapter contains some pain that is more extreme and the non-consent/reluctance is hardcore*********

Claire was enjoying the chance for a long drive out of the city. And it was good to spend time with Sister Lucy. The other nun was in her mid-thirties, plain looking and easy to talk with. She had a strong sense of humour. But Claire already knew that she was very different from Sister Lucy, even if they both were members of the inner circle.

Lucy had a reputation as being very serious and straight-laced when it came to her duties as a nun. She had entered her training straight from high school. There was never any doubt that she would commit herself to service and she had impressed all her peers with her solemn service and obedience.

It had not been long after entering the Order that the then boss, Mother Isabelle, had made the decision to recruit Lucy to the inner circle. The young nun had been as shocked as anyone to learn about the ancient tradition of her Order. Like most nuns, she’d been plagued by her own unclean thoughts. She had kept them secret but the chance to confront her lust while submitting to the wishes of Mother Isabelle was too good to pass up.

The Mother had guessed correctly — Lucy was willing to do anything and everything that would help her Order and strengthen its good works. In fact, Sister Lucy was the perfect candidate for the inner circle. She was almost traditional – seeing fucking for Jesus as part of the job and no more. It was a win for the Order to have a new member who would agree to use her body but posed no risk of becoming boy crazy or distracted by constant lust.

By all accounts, however, Sister Lucy had fully embraced the Gift. The other nuns were aware of her reputation for being enthusiastic, and talented, when it came to sexual pleasure. Even Claire had heard the stories about Sister Lucy being a screamer who accepted all manner of sexual assignments. There were tales that she especially enjoyed sexual perversion. No-one doubted the rumour that she was a favourite of the Monsignor.

“I heard that you did very well with your recent mission,” Sister Lucy asked brightly once the two had settled in for their long drive.

“Yes, I was told that our goal was realised,” said Sister Claire, trying to be humble. “It was an honour to help the priest get approval for the church renovations.”

Sister Lucy knew few of the details apart from the focus of the mission being the wife of the police chief. But she guessed that her companion had fucked the priest. The straight-laced Lucy knew that other nuns took advantage from time to time. She was not the sort to judge.

“We give thanks for the Gift,” Lucy said firmly. “Its always been vital to the work of our Order.”

“What about you, Sister? Did you have a big assignment when you were introduced to the Gift?”

Sister Lucy had spent much longer as a member of the inner circle. She did not like to talk about her own exploits — though she allowed herself a little pride at her frequent success in sharing the Gift. And there was one special assignment she always liked to recall.

“My second assignment was memorable. It was in another city. Local police officers were trying to blackmail some young women in our care.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“They were quote foolish,” replied Lucy with a sly grin. “Only too willing to succumb to temptation. I convinced them to use me completely and openly. They filmed themselves performing anal sex with me. And inserting some of their equipment into me.”

Sister Claire was all ears. Her experience with Paola had awaked her to the thrills that such perversion could bring.

“Was it horrible? I mean, Sister, it sounds like a great sacrifice for the Gift?”

“There is nothing horrible about the Gift,” said Lucy with a soft smile. “They covered me in their semen. And they enjoyed themselves urinating on me. While I was handcuffed.”

It did not escape Claire’s that Sister Lucy was enjoying the memory of those perversions. Claire wondered what else the older nun had experienced – but dared not ask. Her companion guessed at the reason for the silence.

“Remember, Sister, all of our desires and our passions come from the same place as the Gift itself. Some find it repugnant. But you must have some experience by now.”

“A little… on my last assignment. That woman…”

Claire didn’t bother trying to explain about Sister Mercy. She wondered if Lucy would know about that. There seemed to be no secrets within the inner circle. But Claire, even with her submissive bent, still wasn’t sure how she felt about being pissed on by a sex partner.

“Then you know that its all part of the same wonder. The intimacy of the Gift,” explained Sister Lucy with a distant grin. “Nothing is degrading when we share things so intimate. The stream of hot piss is a joy when the other person is so eager. Especially a man who is overcome by the Gift.”

“Some men don’t know Kartal Escort about the Gift. They just juse our bodies,” said Claire, thinking of the town mayor from her own mission.

“It was my duty,” explained Sister Lucy. “It gave me the material that meant I could force them to leave our girls in peace. The Gift is powerful.”

“You’re right, Sister — the Gift is powerful. I’ve seen myself what good can come from sharing sexual pleasure.”

“And we are rewarded when sharing the Gift. Our own sexual pleasure can only help us to embrace the Gift more fully.” Here, Sister Lucy paused for effect. “But that pleasure is never more important than our duty.”

Sister Claire fell into a brief silence. She sensed that Lucy was delivering a message. And she could not argue with that message. But Claire knew she would continue to struggle with her own desires.

“I only want to make the Order proud of me,” Claire said earnestly. “And Sister Teresa has warned me to take care never to cross the line.”

“Oh, I am sure you will manage just fine,” said Lucy airily. She knew well enough that many of the other nuns had to fight against the urge to experience the Gift illicitly. “The Order has not had to really punish anyone for a long, long time.”

“Punish?… Sister Teresa said something about that. Do we really punish our sister nuns?”

“Not for a long time. But I have seen it. The privilege of the Gift is an ancient honour. And we guard it with ancient rituals.”

“You mean… when a nun is punished?”

“When we punish a miscreacnt, it is done in the old-fashioned way. Savage, in fact.” Lucy paused to overtake another vehicle. “But rare. The last time was not long after I took my vows to the Order. I think some of our sisters should be reminded.”

“Will you tell me, Sister?”

Lucy had been briefed about Sister Claire’s naughtiness. The younger nun needed to be brought back to the path. That did not require her being frightened. On the other hand, Mother Mary had high hopes for this one. And Lucy was determined that other members of their secret society should obey the rules. They had a long drive ahead. The details were still fresh in her mind.

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Sister Rosa was an attractive woman. In her mid-twenties, she had lovely olive skin and short, dark hair. Her dark brown eyes were like deep pools. And they flashed with fire when she was sexually aroused. Which happened far too often despite the warnings her sister nuns had given her.

Rosa had been admitted to the inner circle after several years of good work as a nun. Like others, she’d been a virgin when taking her vows. In time, she had become uncommonly interested in the going-on of married couples — specifically, whether people who thought they were falling out of love might simply need some help in the bedroom.

“But, as a nun, how would you help with that?” asked a friendly priest with whom she had discussed this. “Even if love can be rekindled by physical deeds. You have no experience to share with these couples. What do you know of the intimate acts that take place in the marital bed?”

“Its true, Father,” Rosa had sighed. “And I wish I could experience all of that. To be better able to help people. And to better know the world. I chose to remain a virgin. Could that be the wrong choice?”

The priest did his best to reassure young Sister Rosa. And straight after their meeting he’d informed Mother Sofia — the head of the Order of the Mount. The Mother knew what to do with an obviously horny, curious young nun. Carefully, she raised the topic of virginity with her charge. Then she asked about marriage and people waiting to have sex. And next about marital problems and the “intimacy issues” experienced by some couples. Inevitably, Sister Rosa confessed she felt ill-equipped to help such couples and her wish that somehow she knew more about intimacy.

“Yes, well…” replied the Mother after a brief pause. “There are some things that we nuns cannot help with. Perhaps those things are better left for priests.”

“Yes, Mother, I am sure you’re right. But do you think that priests know about sex?”

“Maybe it is time that you found out for yourself.”

Sister Rosa was shocked — they all were shocked when first confronted with their carnal desires.

“We nuns are not naïve,” said the Mother. “Some people believe that sex was intended to make the world a better place. That it is a part of life.” She waited for the young nun to close her mouth. “Besides, our Order has existed for centuries. You are not the first nun to be curious about what god has given us.”

“But Mother… the sin. What about my eternal soul?”

“I’ll arrange for you to speak with Father Declan,” said the head of the Order, calmly. “He is very learned in these matters.”

Father Declan was a wise choice. He had already helped the Order to select new members of the secret inner circle. And he was very well-versed in the Yakacık Escort Gift. Moreover, he would be especially keen to “help” Rosa. It had escaped no-one’s attention that her small breasts were topped by large nipples that often threatened to poke through her religious garb. Not that they took attention away from what was described by some as a “killer arse” — firm and shapely, the kind that a lecherous man might follow all day long.

As it happened, Father Decan was just such a man. He had done many important favours for the Order of the Mount. Which was how he’d managed to be introduced to the inner circle. More to the point, he was quite relaxed about his own sinful lust. In his fifties when he met Sister Rosa, he never missed a chance to share the Gift with younger nuns. His loins were stirring even before Sister Rosa had sat next to him that evening.

“Your Holy Mother is right, my dear. Sin is very complex. And sins of the flesh most of all.”

“But Father, I am confused. I am a nun sworn to devote herself to our Order. I can’t believe that the Mother would accept me succumbing to such temptations.”

“What if I told you they are not temptations. What if we thought of them as a sign that you are meant for something more?”

“Oh no! You think I should quit the Order?”

“Certainly not. What I think is that your Order could benefit from having a nun who is more wordly. And who understands the wonderful Gift that carnal pleasures can bring.”

For all her pent-up desire, Sister Rosa was quite timid in front of the older man. She did not argue when the priest slowly undid the top buttons of her shirt. Nor when he gently slipped a hand inside, under her bra where he found her long, thick nipples. Father Declan’s cock was rock hard as he gently teased the young teats.

“Oh, Father… I don’t understand… what is happening?”

“You are learning a very important lesson, my dear. Forget about sin. Focus only on the pleasure your body was made for.”

Rosa was almost struck dumb by the lovely sensations he was providing. She’d long wondered how it must feel to be touched like that – not by herself but by another person who was filled with the same lust. When the priest kissed her on her mouth, she was almost ashamed to hear herself moaning with thanks.

“Oh, I can’t believe this,” gasped the nun as she let the priest remove her shirt.

When Father Declan had removed her shirt and bra, he leaned in closer to inspect the A-cup breasts and the thick, dark nipples of the panting young woman. The priest knew exactly what was happening. He was totally in control as he closed his lips around the hardened nipples and gently flicked his tongue over them.

Groaning with ecstasy, Sister Rosa felt the reaction of her body. She knew this feeling — it had always served as a warning sign, during illicit self-pleasure, that she should desist before she got out of control. She had denied herself an orgasm so many times. But she could not stop this time, not when he was licking her nipples in the most exquisite way. The priest had told her it was a valuable lesson. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to embrace what he had called the Gift.

Rosa could not even pause to feel shame at the wetness in her vagina. She usually thought of it as proof of her wickedness. But the priest lay her back on the lounge and told her that she was beautiful.

“Right now, you are a gorgeous, beautiful woman. Don’t think like a nun. Just relax and let me teach you something important.”

Sister Rosa still could not believe how good it felt to be touched like this by a skillful, artful man. She could only close her soft, brown eyes as she felt the priest run his hand under her skirt to her sex. There was the briefest hint of protest — following years of self-denial — as he pulled aside her underpants.

“Oh, Father… what?…”

His finger slipped easily into the soaking wet hole. Rosa came almost immediately from the most wonderful penetration.

“Oh, dear god… oh, no…”

But she did nothing to stop him. She let the dirty older man push her brown legs apart as he now inserted two fingers into her sopping cunt. And she cried out freely as she writhed on his lounge. That was the first time that Rosa surrendered totally, cumming hard with a heavenly pleasure she had never imagined and splashing her juices on the priest’s hand. He was thrilled to see such a loss of control – and the stream of cunt juice that oozed over her bottom and pooled on the lounge. Declan knew that only a true virgin could be so surprised by the power of her own climax. But he stopped after a few more orgasms. There was plenty of time to test this young woman’s sexual horizons.

“A very valuable lesson, indeed,” purred Father Declan as he stood in front of Rosa.

Without taking his eyes off the panting, heaving nun he pulled out his erect cock. His was averaged-sized but Rosa would not have cared even if she knew that — Kadıköy Escort it was the first she’d ever seen. She knew just enough to understand that the priest was pleasuring himself lewdly as he began to stroke himself as he stood over her still heaving body.

“What about you, Father? Should I touch you?”

“Not this time, my dear. Just watch as I share another part of the Gift.”

The dirty priest enjoyed himself wanking in front of the astonished nun. But he was too excited by the sight of her near naked body to make it last. With a guttural sound, he unleashed his own orgasm. Streams of sticky cock juice sprayed over the waiting nun. Line after line of priestly semen covered her olive-coloured skin. Rosa had no idea that a man’s penis could do such a thing. And she was both anxious and excited as Father Declan splattered her small tits and her sweet face — unsure of what to do but instinctively thrilled to have her body used as a target for his climax.

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The next day, Sister Rosa was back in her boss’ office. She was feeling thrilled and horrified by what Father Declan had done with her. For Sister Rosa still had no idea that the Mother Superior had been working to a plan.

“What you experienced is what we call the Gift,” explained Mother Sofia. “There is no sin in sharing the Gift. No matter what you have been taught by others.”

“Father Declan says it cannot be sinful if our bodies were made for so much pleasure.”

“Father Declan is right. These pleasures come to us from heaven.” And the Mother paused for effect. “Provided that the Gift is used in the right way.”

Sofia went on to reveal the secret history of the Order — the secret inner sanctum and how it had used the Gift for many centuries. As was common, Sister Rosa found it all hard to believe. But she wanted to believe — especially after her first experience with the dirty old priest.

“The most important thing,” Mother Sofia continued, “Is that the Gift must only be used for the good of our Order. Only to support our important mission. You understand?”

Rosa still did not understand many things. But she already knew that she wanted to be admitted to the inner circle.

“Sin is real — especially gluttony and pride. And we have rules to guard against those. Important rules. If you agree to join our inner circle, never forget that you are bound by those rules.”

Mother Sofia did her best to explain that the Gift was controlled by the Order. The nuns had their sacred mission and it was the inner sanctum that would decide when, and with who, she would share the Gift. Mother Sofia stressed that loyalty to the Order meant never breaking those rules. Though she did not actually go so far as to discuss punishment that would be visited upon a transgressor — it was hardly ever necessary. And Sister Rosa went to her knees and pledged total obedience to the Order and, more to the point, the members of the inner sanctum.

Rosa almost could not wait until she’d seen the doctor and allowed her contraception to take effect. She accepted the wisdom of her sister nuns that bareback fucking was the best way to share the Gift with men. For priests, it could even be argued as a way to reduce their potential sinning. Though most of the nuns knew that was a theological trick. Rosa was relieved, however, that self-pleasure was no longer off limits. She masturbated in a frenzy every night until she could visit Father Declan again.

Rosa was honoured that the wise church man wanted to claim her virginity. He fucked her twice that night — the second time in doggy position so that he could paw at her sensual, shapely bottom as he reamed her tight cunt. And Father Declan reassured Rosa that the wetness leaking from her hole was quite normal — though he himself had never been with a woman who literally dripped as she climaxed. Her thighs were wet with cunt juice by the time he blasted his load into her from behind.

On another night he gave the eager nun her first experience of being face fucked. She had realised that his cock would spurt his precious semen again. And Rosa knew enough of the world to be aware that even some wives did not accept this from their husbands. She tried to contain the thrill she felt at swallowing a big load of the priest’s cock juice.

All this was quite normal for a new member of the inner circle. Including when her sisters made sure that Rosa was shared with other men — priests at first. The next was in his forties with a lovely body. He was better endowed than Father Declan and filled her so much better. It wsn’t long before Rosa was screaming in the throes of heavenly pleasures. The saucy nun had already waxed her pubic hair and the new priest delighted in eating her to countless orgasms — something that Rosa gave thanks for in so many prayers.

This priest was excited to taste her gushing wetness and to have his balls soaked by the flood of cunt juice. And he was experienced enough to recognize a particular talent. It was not long before he taught Rosa how to squirt during her orgasms — the astonished and embarrassed nun readily parting her brown thighs for the priest to lick and finger her bare cunt till she sprayed both him and his bed.

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Julie and I had been dating for nearly three years and things had been going well between us. While lingerie had become a ritual in our sex life, Julie also had always dressed in silky underwear whether for every day, or for our more intimate encounters. It was obvious that this was inherited from her mother, Julies Mom was quite attractive and being the office manager at the family insurance business, dressed for the position. Her typical outfit included dresses and skirts, I had often seen a flash of a slip or a peek of a frilly bra strap when Julie and I spent time with her folks. I would often look at her and try to imagine what she looked like in her underwear. The point is that Julie grew up in an environment where her role model believed in pampering herself with the finest lingerie and Julie followed right in her mom’s footsteps.

I had recently bought a house and while Julie still lived with her parents, she had begun adding some of her personal effects to my place. One benefit of owning my own property was a nice outbuilding that I had converted to a woodworking shop. One piece at a time, I was building furniture and had recently completed the bedroom, including a pair of Ladies dressers, one of them a series of shallower drawers designed for lingerie. We weren’t yet engaged to get married but I had a surprise planned for later in the year, at Christmas.

It was springtime and Julie suggested that we head to Boston to spend the weekend shopping for lingerie! Julie’s school schedule had severely limited her available time to work so she had curtailed buying new panties and other finery due to lack of money. I had offered to take her shopping, having saved up for several months and planned to blow the whole pile this weekend with my girl. Under the guise of staying with her old high school friend Amy, we headed up but then booked a room in a nice hotel for some privacy. What her parents didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them!

As planned, I arrived at Julie’s house at 9:00 AM sharp. Her parent’s car was gone so I knew that they were at work. The door was unlocked so I let myself in, Julie was nowhere in sight, so I hollered “Where are you?”

“I’m up here,” she replied as I climbed up the stairs.

As I entered her room she said, “You are early!”

“No, I’m not, it’s exactly nine o’clock.” I replied.

Julie wasn’t dressed but she was sitting on her bed, one leg pulled up, doing something to her toenails. What caught my eye was that she was still just dressed in her bra and panties. I immediately recognized her outfit as what I had purchased for her on Valentine’s Day. The panties were made from the reddest of red polyester satin in a high cut bikini style. There was no lace at all and the band that ran over her hips was about 1-1/2″ inches wide, made from pure shiny, slippery satin. So were the front and back panels, and the crotch area. The way she had one leg up and the other stretched out towards the floor gave me a perfect view of the silky material smoothed out over her pussy. As I have said many times before, I just loved the way that the elastic around the waist band and leg openings of panties gathered up and crinkled the fabric, adding to their incredibly silky look. Julie regularly trimmed her pubic hair, but she had much more hair than is commonplace with women today. This combined with the cotton crotch lining of her panties and the stitching made the gusset look a little puffy, something that also turned me on.

Her bra was a satin and lace creation that perfectly matched the color of her panties. I stood there, admiring the swell of her breasts, filling out the cups, her perky nipples poking at the satin just below the lace portion of the bra. Two delicate straps held everything in place as they curved over her shoulders and disappeared to meet the back band. Julie’s beautiful dark brown hair spilled down and partially obscured her left breast, adding to the total allure of the whole scene.

I knew that this was no accident and that Julie had planned the whole thing so that I could get a good look at her underwear before she finished getting dressed. This had the desired effect on me, as instantly I wanted to have her, right then and right there, to hell with the rest of the day’s plans. We hadn’t had sex in over a week and my cock immediately began to respond to the situation. God, she looked hot and when she stood up, I took her in my arms, kissing her sweet lips while reaching down to knead her satin panty clad ass. Julie broke our embrace and stepped back with a devilish smile on her face.

“Save that for later, Tiger!” she cooed. “We have a shopping date, and I don’t need gooey panties all day!”

Reluctantly, I resigned myself to the fact that there would be no early morning love making for us and my throbbing dick would have to wait till later.

Julie blew me a kiss, wiggled her red silky ass over to her dresser where she bent to get a pair of jeans from the bottom drawer. This did not Anadolu Yakası Escort help my predicament at all and again I knew that this was a deliberate action designed to keep me on edge. She shimmied into her tight jeans, then made quite a show of choosing a top while dressed in her red satin bra. Finally, she pulled a ribbed top over her gorgeous breasts, it concealed her silky bra, but still highlighted her stunning figure. She slipped on socks and shoes, took one final look in the mirror, messed a little with her hair and off we went to the big city.

Our first stop was at a large mall in the outskirts of town that had several nice department stores as well as this new lingerie store called Victoria’s Secret! Just the name was enough to get my attention as visions of hidden delicacies danced in my head. The first store we shopped at was at Filenes as Julie knew that they had a sale on her favorite Olga bras. I could feel my pulse increase as we neared the lingerie section and I saw all those silky underthings on display, they even had manikins dressed up in bras, panties, slips, teddies, nightgowns, you name it, they had it.

Over the past couple years, I had started to overcome some of my self-consciousness while shopping for lingerie. I had begun buying delicate little things for Julie on special occasions like birthdays, Christmas, and Valentine’s Day. While I still felt a little self-conscious being in the lady’s underwear section, Julie was at my side, so I figured that it was perfectly normal for me to be there. We walked directly to the Olga bra section and being a perfect 34C, she selected several new bras, one each of white, pink, red and black, all in her favorite “Shimmerlillies” style. She was familiar with how these bras fit but wanted to try them on to make sure. I wanted to join her, but Julie had other plans, telling me to sit outside and wait.

Shortly after she disappeared, an attractive young salesgirl came over, introduced herself as Melissa and asked me if I needed any assistance. I kind of blushed and explained that my girl was trying on some bras and that I was waiting for her to come out. “I figured that much,” she replied, “What colors did she choose, perhaps I could show you some panties to go with them!”

Now I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid! Here was a hot looking girl asking me to go look at panties with her while my girlfriend is trying on bras! “Let’s go!” I said and we headed over to the racks of panties.

“Do you know her size?” Melissa asked.

“She is a medium,” I replied, adding “She took in white, pink, red and black bras but she has quite a selection of colors at home, so I guess that we have limitless options!”

“Well,” Melissa began, “Olga is having a sale this week so we should start there, what style does she prefer?”

“Julie usually wears satin bikinis and I prefer them on her so let’s start there!” I offered.

Handing me several hangers with panties on them, Melissa announced “Here is Olgas “Bodylace” panty, we have the colors she is trying on as well as this pretty pale blue and this bright-yellow pair here!”

These bikini panties were made from a nylon satin. The back panel was all satin with a 1-1/2-inch band of material over the hips that became a lace panel at the front.

Melissa continued, “We also have a sale on these satin bikini panties over here, they are very similar except they are all satin with no lace!” She picked several pairs off the display on the table and handed them to me as well.

From behind my back, I heard Julie speak, “Wow, I leave you alone for five minutes and I find you with some hot chick looking at panties! I hope that they are for me. By the way, these bras fit perfectly, I will also take one in the light yellow.”

Melissa burst out laughing, “Yeah, I saw him sweating outside the changing room and figured that I’d bail him out!” she added “Look at what we picked out for you!” pointing to the 12 pairs of panties in my hand.

“Oh, they are beautiful!” Julie exclaimed, “Can I have all of them?”

“Of course!” I replied, “This weekend is on me so let’s do it up right!”

“Wow” Melissa said to Julie, “My boyfriend won’t buy me any lingerie, he just wants to get me naked and then down to business!”

“You have the wrong boyfriend!” Julie replied, kissing me on the cheek, “This one is taken, so the rest of you girls are out of luck!”

I remember thinking to myself, “I am the lucky one, shopping for bras and panties with my beautiful girlfriend!” Feeling totally at ease now with the experience, but being incredibly turned on at the same time, I suggested that we look at some other things while we were there. Julie replied, “The day is young and there are so many other stores to shop, let’s check out and move onward!”

Standing at the register, I began imagining how Julie would look in her new bras and silky panties and I began to feel my cock responding, I had to suppress the Pendik Escort urge to feel Julie up right there in the store! I came back to earth as Melissa announced, “That will be $148.38!”

I peeled off seven twenty’s and a ten, handed them over, then Melissa bagged up our purchases, and we headed to the door, Julie carrying the first of many bags of underwear that we would purchase that day.

Next stop was Macy’s. They were a little more upscale but also had a lingerie sale in progress. In the middle of the lingerie section there was a round table with a sign in the middle that said, “All panties in this display, 2/9.99”. There were 100s of panties, all arranged neatly like a fanned-out deck of cards, completely around the table with rows in concentric circles going to the center. They were all made from a silky polyester satin in a dozen colors. There were classic bikinis, string bikinis, panties with no lace, panties with a triangle of lace in the front, panties with triangle of lace accented with sequins and pearls! I’m telling you that there were hundreds of panties in this display and all five bucks a piece! I looked at Julie, Julie looked at me, and we both looked at the panties. I said, “Well sweetheart, you had better get busy”.

Julie started leafing through the display, taking out one of everything that was in her size, handing them to me to hold for her. Holding all these silky panties had my heart racing and my poor pecker was straining to get out of my pants. Man, this turned me on! I leaned over to Julie and whispered into her ear, “Holy fuck Julie, I want to rip your jeans off, hoist you up onto the table and fuck your brains out on top of this huge pile of panties!”

She turned as red as the panties she was wearing and whispered back “I’ll keep that in mind but if you do it security may escort us out and that would end all our fun buying panties. Just how many of these can I get, Mr. Moneybags? Or should I call you Mr. PantyFreek?”

I replied, “You just keep picking them out and I’ll say when I’m out of money!”

The next stop of the day was Victoria’s Secret. This was a rapidly expanding chain of upscale Lingerie stores, usually in larger malls across the country. The high quality and exquisite design of their lingerie, coupled with massive mailings of glossy catalogues featuring super models, had resulted in exponential growth throughout the 80s and beyond. Talk about sexy, when the Victoria’s Secret catalogue arrived, every red-blooded male in the world snuck off for a private session with Victoria!

Here we were, at that lingerie mecca, complete with mannequin’s and racks of silky underthings. They had tables covered with arrays of panties, the bras were in dresser drawers. Chemises, slips, teddys and robes were displayed on padded hangers in coordinated collections of various colors and prints, made from the finest satin and lace. My head wanted to explode, I wanted to get one of everything for Julie. We wandered through the store, loading up like it was the end of the world. We stopped at the register to “Make a pile” of purchases then returned to another collection. Julie tried on more bras, finding six that she loved and that fit her perfectly. They even had collections in cotton………. We walked right by them!

Finally, we figured that we had done enough damage and headed to the register to check out. We had blown nearly $550.00 in one store, our purchases filled two more of those large “Mall bags”. I’m sure that we got some amused looks as we headed from the mall with all those bags from lingerie stores. The experience left me with a perpetual boner that I couldn’t wait to use.

The fourth and final stop was Dillard’s. They had a whole section devoted to Barbizon, our all-time favorite brand. Barbizon had a history of making their own fabrics, one of which was called Satin Remarque. It was a blend of nylon, rayon, and polyester that was the silkiest thing on earth! Barbizon focused on panties, tap pants, slips, half-slips, camisoles, teddies, and nightgowns. Julie had several Barbizon panties, slips and teddies, and we were going to add the latest creations to her collection, hopefully in several colors. As we moved through the racks, Julie handed her selections to me, just holding these incredibly silky things revved me up to the point of almost bursting, I’m surprised that I didn’t come in my pants. Julie bought four sets of panties, slips, camisoles, and teddies, in red, pink, white and the palest of yellow colors. With an unstoppable bulge in my pants, we headed to the register and checked out, another $400.00 bucks well spent! As she handed us the bags, the perky clerk smiled and said, “Thank you, and enjoy!” Boy if she only knew!

By the time we got to our hotel room, I was so horny from all the stimulation caused by a day of lingerie shopping. We had five bags of bras, slips, chemises, garter belts, stockings, and tons of panties. I was walking around with a hard-on Kurtköy Escort and couldn’t wait to see Julie try some of this stuff on in the privacy of our room.

Julie said to put the bags on the table and that she was going to take a shower. She was a clean freak, so it didn’t surprise me when she said, “I want to be squeaky clean when I model this for you!” She had removed her ribbed top and jeans and was standing there in the red bra and panties that had given me such a boner this morning.

Seeing an opportunity for shower sex, I relied, “Let me join you!”

“No, she answered, you wouldn’t leave me alone,” then turned and wiggled her panty clad ass into the bathroom. Julie was fastidious about her hygiene, and I had learned long ago that a quickie in the shower was out of the cards.

As I heard the shower start, I busied myself by taking our new lingerie purchases out of the bags and sorting them on the bed. We had out-done ourselves, 67 pairs of panties, 12 bras, 6 half-slips, 6 matching camisoles, 4 teddy’s, 3 full-slips, 6 chemises, 6 robes, 4 garter belts, and 1 long satin and lace nightgown. I quickly added up the total of my purchases in my head and came up with nearly $1500.00. By the time that I had organized these treasures on the bed, the stimulation of handling all those gorgeous silky garments had my hormones to the boiling point. I was so turned on that that I was startled when I heard Julie open the bathroom door and walk into the bedroom.

She was wearing the most incredible bra and panty set in the palest of yellow satin. I immediately recognized the panties from our favorite manufacturer, Barbizon, and made from that incredible Satin Remarque. Her bra matched the color perfectly, but it was from Olgas Shimmerlillies collection. Dangling from her hand were the red panties and bra that she had worn all day.

When she saw the bed, all covered with her new lingerie, she said “Whoa, what happened here, were you counting up the damages? Or just admiring my new underwear?”

“A little of both” I replied. “Holy shit, this stuff is sweet!”

“Well, don’t you dare leave a mess in any of my new lingerie. By the way, I need my new half-slip and garter belt that match these panties. You wouldn’t know where they were, would you?”

I knew exactly where they were and I slid the slip from the slip pile, the garters from near the bra pile and handed them her, the silky fabric giving my hands the most incredible sensations as I almost reluctantly handed them to her. Julie started to put her worn underwear into her overnight bag but then paused, smiled, and handed them to me. “Enjoy” she teased me as she turned on her bare feet then headed back towards the bathroom to finish her makeup and primping for our big dinner date.

I stood near the bed, stark naked with a raging boner and two new panties in one hand, Julies worn panties held to my face with the other. I couldn’t help stroking my dick with those silky panties, it felt so good that I started wanking myself while staring at all that new underwear, inhaling that indescribable aroma of Julie from her worn panties. Suddenly I realized that if I didn’t stop, I was going to come in the panties and would have wasted this first orgasm before even kissing Julie.

Just in the nick of time, Julie returned to the bedroom, now wearing that incredible bra, panties, and half-slip. The garters were unseen beneath her slip.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” Julie asked, with a quick little wink of her pretty eye. “Do you like my used panties?” she asked. “What were you going to do if I hadn’t come in?”

“Oh My God, Julie!” I said, “I am so fucking horny, today’s panty fest has had me on the edge of coming in my pants ever since that crotch shot you gave me first thing this morning. I don’t think that I can last very much longer.”

Julie had the most devilish smile on her face, I knew that she was enjoying torturing me, she knew the effect that lingerie, and especially panties, had on me and wasn’t afraid to exploit my weakness.

By this time, she was walking across the room, wearing her brand-new light-yellow bra, satin bikini panties, and half-slip. Now if there is anything that excites almost me as much as panties, it’s a satin slip. I love the silky fabric, the lace trimmed hem and walking slit that Julie prefers her slips to have. I love the way they shine and ripple in the light, and I love the way they feel, especially when worn over satin panties. There was a nice, upholstered armchair in the corner and Julie sat down in it to put on her stockings. As she carefully rolled them up her long legs, the lacy slit of her slip fell open, exposing her garter belt and tantalizing glimpses of her panty crotch. Her breasts were adorned with her satin and lace bra, but I could see her erect nipples forming little peaks in the silky fabric.

Finished with rolling on her stockings, Julie stood up and fastened the clips of her garters while straightened her stockings, her silky slip falling into place, covering her stocking tops and panties.

“What are we going to do about that?” she continued as she moved towards me and the bed, pointing towards my erection.

“I don’t know” I replied, ‘I’m about ready to burst!”

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