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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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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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New Friends in the Breeding Pens

Sunset glowed outside the breeding pens, a crimson orb casting sultry rays over a facility that knew no end to the pleasures of the body. The Breeding Pens were well known throughout the capital city, even if they were not the only breeding facility that existed in the British Isles. There were plenty more around, but The Breeding Pens had worked hard on their reputation for providing a clean, safe facility for needy females in heat – or looking to scratch a particular itch – to satisfy each and every wicked urge their minds could dream up.

No female, of course, left the facility without a little one growing in their belly or clutch of eggs quickening. Customer satisfaction would always be held to the highest possible standards.

The studs… Well, the studs were another story entirely. Only the best of the best were accepted to work at the programme and were paid well for their duties, as if the pleasures of the role were not payment enough. Bipeds and quadrupeds were welcomed, with the facility not discerning between one or the other bar the female’s preference for how she wanted her offspring to turn out. But, whichever male ended up on stud duty for a single female or a group, the pens were yet to send away a disappointed female. Most of them left with semen still trickling down their thighs, cheeks flushed as they held their heads high, elated with the knowledge that they would soon have the family they had entered the pens looking for.

Boasting indoor and outdoor pens, the centre commanded a solid block on the very edge the city, their high walls so placed to keep away prying eyes. Despite evening crawling in with irrevocable hunger, the pens were still as active as ever with the weekend crowd flinging caution to the wind and taking the leap instinct and longing said was just the right next step, seeking that heavily swollen belly and leaking teats.

In one of the quieter pens set back from the orgy rooms, a room decorated to look like a small, indoor equestrian arena, two females wriggled, strapped into bondage that barely let them shift to ease the growing ache in their muscles as they waited on their breeding stud. Although the arena would have been too small in practice for anything other than round pen work, it was certainly suited to one of the females, a proud, lean mare with definition shimmering through her finely trimmed back fur. With a coat of such a dark bay that it was almost black in places, she huffed and let her pale white mane spill down the crest of her neck, fetlocks neatly buckled to either side of a standard breeding stand. Her stomach pressed to the padded wood, buttocks vulnerably raised, and she flicked her tail, ears twitching to catch the swish of hair striking the air.

Beside her, a gryphon with strangely avian quadruped hindquarters, dragged a talon through the sand, barely able to put her weight on her birdlike feet as she hung suspended from the ceiling. Her crimson feathers appeared brushed with an orange sunset over the back of her head and along the tips of her wings, feathers shimmering as they caught varying nuances in the low, tasteful light. Her slender tail, tipped with a cluster of longer feathers, flipped freely from side to side, occasionally pushing up over her own back as if she was readying herself. She was surprised that it had not been bound too when she’d requested the ‘special’ treatment, but found it a welcome distraction from the constant reminder of how helpless she was, eyes roaming the faux fence bordering the room over and over again. It was unnatural to be held so tightly in an intricate web of ropes, instinct screaming and mentally rebelling with waves of panic even as her submissive side crooned.

Some desires did need a certain feather to tickle. She puffed up her chest the best she could while tied up, ropes crisscrossing her body and holding her hind legs apart so that she could not have closed them if she’d wanted to. But she hadn’t expected to have her special breeding so rudely interrupted with the arrival of a mare that wasn’t even a quadruped like her.

“Who are you?” The gryphon demanded rudely at last, squirming in her bondage. “I didn’t realise I’d have to share this pen with a biped.”

The mare snorted and shot her a look out of the corner of her eye, tensing her shoulders so that she pushed up against the limits of the leather straps pinning her down to the stand. With her legs spread so wide, her hooves could only scrape back and forth a few inches to dig a furrow through the sand, as immobilised as the gryphon was even as their bondage rang with different notes.

“You should have read the fine print. Ataşehir Escort I guess the qualities we ticked off for our breeding stud meant that we have to share this time.”

Shaking her head, the gryphon eyed her, clicking the edges of her beak together.

“What’s your name?”

“Apalala. Yours?”

“Rovoska.” She turned her head as if to preen and winced as the ropes pulled tighter still across her feathers. “I’ll have you know that I’m going to be bred first.”

Rovoska rolled her eyes as Apalala twisted, trying to catch a better look of the gryphon out of the corner of her eye, as she could not turn her strapped down head enough to see clearly. The mare’s expression rang with as much need as hers, if but for a split second. And then it was gone, yearning desire replaced with cool confidence as she blew a sliver of wayward forelock out of her eyes.

“And why do you say that… Rovoska, was it?”

Hissing, the gryphon shot her as proud and as cocky a look as she could manage. With her wings tied down to her back, however, it was a more difficult feat than usual.

“I’m not about to have a wet cock in me.” She rolled her eyes again, tail lashing. “You think a male would be ready to go again so soon and be just as good if you have him second? I don’t want your juices in me!”

A tiny smirk pulled at the corner of Apalala’s lips.

“If you need to be bred so badly, you can go first. I’m just here to have my fun and I’ll get that either way.”

Rovoska didn’t seem to hear her, only pausing to tilt her chin thoughtfully to the side.

“He better be good enough for me. If not, I may have to send him away and demand another one.”

Ruffling her feathers, she sighed dramatically.

“If he’s sub-par, you can have him all to yourself. You look like a female that really needs to be bred.”

Cackling, Rovoska threw her head up, eyes glinting with mischief.

“What, your heat get the better of you or something?” She goaded the mare, ear-tufts twitching. “Couldn’t hack it this time, huh? Just got to get a nice, thick cock between your legs, pretty-filly?”

“Mares don’t go into heat – it’s called coming into season,” Apalala snapped, teeth clicking together as she pinned her ears flat to her skull. “And I do not need to be bred!”

“Then why are you here?”

The mare ground her teeth together, half-thinking to not bother giving the snarky gryphon the time of day. She was there for the same reason as Apalala, so just who the hell did she think she was anyway?

“I’m here because I want to be,” she said, turning haughtily away. “Maybe if you’re spouting off bull’ like that, you’re the one that was so needy that she begged to be tied up in the breeding pens and fucked until she’s as weak as a hatchling?”

Gaping, Rovoska squawked and tried to flap her wings. She swung back and forth in the ropes, barely moving as she struggled against herself to get to the mare. Apalala pricked her ears and snorted with laughter, eyes watering as the gryphon dangled.

“Look at you!” Apalala egged her, a grin stretching her lips wider and wider as she amused herself. “You’re just trying to push back onto his cock already, need that fat shaft spreading you open and giving you a clutch.”

“Ladies, ladies… There’s plenty of me to go around.”

A voice cut across their somewhat good-natured bickering, sending them both into an abrupt silence. Heavy steps thudded into the arena as the door swung close at the stud’s heels and both females whipped their head around to get the first look at him.

A four-legged stallion trotted into the arena with his head held high, tossing his silver-white mane from one side of his neck to the other. His coat boasted a like colour, splotched through with darker silver that draped over his coat like water, flowing and moving with the bunch and pull of muscle beneath the skin. A long tail flicked behind a set of hindquarters rolling with power as he snorted, ducking his head down to his hooves as he threw in a buck for good measure, showing off for the females he’d been brought in to breed.

Apalala sucked in a breath, heart hammering and tail flicking up over her hindquarters against her will. For a moment, the mare forgot how she was doing the breeding for herself – of course she was, she always did everything for herself and herself alone – and let her pussy squeeze down on nothing. She groaned and arched her neck, unconsciously flirting as her tail flicked to better spread her hormones through the air, making herself impossible to resist. The stallion skidded to a halt, kicking up sand, and peeled his upper lip back from his teeth, sifting through her intoxicating scent as her body begged to be bred.

For that’s all she really was in the breeding pens – a female in need – and it was why she’d requested to be tied down. She wanted to make a pretence at choosing a stud for herself, maintaining even through signing in at reception that she Kadıköy Escort didn’t really need to be bred, but it was all a lie – a ruse of the highest calibre. Apalala was as needy as the next mare in season, pussy drooling with sheer, unadulterated need.

The mare groaned, head swimming. By the horse lords… She hadn’t expected to be paired up with a stallion! Let alone a feral! She should have squirmed in trepidation, but all the sight of him and that full, heavy-looking sheath did to her was make her marehood wink, tugging up reflexively to show off how desperate her body was to feel him driving up deep inside her.

Apalala inhaled deeply and slowly, calming herself even as her nostrils flared and the hunk of a horse pranced between them, as light on his hooves as a dancer. The gryphon chirped, tucking her beak into her chest as her tail curled and uncurled over her rump as if she was trying to draw the equine’s attention. But he was too busy flicking up his hooves like a colt on his first spring grass to notice such a minor detail. Smirking, Apalala pricked her ears and shot Rovoska a sly look.

“Name’s Durst,” he whinnied, pivoting on his hind legs between them as if trying to take in both females at once. “But you won’t remember that name. Not after I’m done breeding my mares of the evening.”

Chuckling, he snorted and flared his nostrils, pawing at the sand.

“No one leaves my breeding pen unsatisfied either. You’ll both be carrying my foals before the night is out.”

“Hey, stud.”

Rovoska’s voice wound sinuously around him, calling the stallion’s attention. He lifted his head, eyes bright and curious.

“You’ll be remembering my name for sure, because I’m going to be the best lay you’ve ever had,” she crooned, ear-tufts twitching. “I’m Rovoska. Her name doesn’t matter.”

Durst stretched out his neck towards her, golden eyes shining with intelligence. As if struck by their rarity, Rovoska blinked at him several times in quick succession, dulled for but a brief moment. The stallion arched his neck, one hoof lifted.

“I’ll hear it all the same.”

“I’ve made my introductions with birdie over there already,” Apalala took her chance to speak up, though it was difficult to force out the words with a heat-riddled body. “But I’m Apalala. You won’t need to remember my name.”

She flushed, turning her head away. Just why had she said that? Was she so far gone in season that she would say anything to get a cock in her? But it seemed to work wonders with the stallion, who snaked his neck out to nip her sharply on the shoulder. Squealing, Apalala tried and failed to kick out, shuddering at how just that bite along made heart pound, blood pulsing through her veins like liquid fire.

“I like you, little mare,” he nickered, butting his forehead into her hip as he inspected her from head to hoof. “I like you a lot. You’ll be my first of the evening.”

“What?”

Rovoska shrieked, swinging as she fought her bondage once more, wings shuffling the little that they could move.

“What about me? I deserve to be bred first! What do you need me to say? I’ll be a better fuck than she ever will!”

The equines ignored her, wrapped up in their perusal of one another. Durst shifted his weight from hoof to hoof, sheath plumping up with the main course that was to come. Lipping down the length of her back, Durst snorted and she trembled as his hot breath warmed the underside of her tail. Of course, it was flipped up and pushed to the side, the fall of white hair shimmering as he pressed his nose into her sex, inhaling quickly in short, sharp breaths.

“Oh, sure, go for the mare, why don’t you?” The gryphon huffed, snapping her beak with such force that the edges came together in a rowdy ‘clack’. “It’s always the same with you equines, you lot go like for like all the fucking time.”

“Now, now, birdie,” Apalala nickered breathlessly as Durst lapped up her cunny lips. “Don’t be a sore loser. It’s all the same in the breeding game, isn’t it? You’ll leave here knocked up either way.”

Rovoska snorted.

“Yeah, but I’ll be having your sloppy seconds.” The feathers between her beak and rounded forehead ruffled. “His dick will still be wet from you!”

The mare would have smirked if she’d not been busy trying to push back onto the stallion’s muzzle, his tongue scooping up her juices as quickly as her body produced them. He licked his lips, savouring her taste as his mottled pink and brown cock dropped below his stomach, bobbing and slapping the rounded underside of his barrel. As Apalala’s pussy winked, pushing out more of her arousal as she ground her teeth together to stop herself from verbally begging him to breed her, Durst half-reared, dancing back and forth in his eagerness to mount.

“You’re going to have some strong foals off me, mare…”

Apalala groaned.

“I can’t have twins!”

Horses usually only birthed single foals, with twins being a rarity within Ümraniye Escort the species. Far from correcting himself, Durst nickered a laugh, mounting her with as calm and collected an air that any stallion had ever bragged. The cock slapping the underside of his belly only heightened his air of masculinity.

“I am well aware of that, but I also know that you will be back for more, once you’ve had my cock once.”

Mounting her backside, he pushed up over the breeding stand and the tied down mare, lips brushing through her mane. She moaned and tried to lean into the warmth of his body, shivering delightedly when her bondage denied her even that pleasure. It was a strange feeling to be so denied, but made her all the hornier, heat spreading down her neck in hot, sweaty patches.

Cock bobbing, the stallion rolled his hips forward, fleshy cock sliding over her buttocks. It may have taken a lesser stud several jabs to hit his mark, but the tip of his shaft caught and drove in with a single thrust, easily impaling her tight tunnel. Squealing, Apalala clenched down around him, eyes bulging as her pussy was stretched further than she had ever managed with a male – only her toys had given her such girth! She hadn’t managed to find a partner with such a cock as Durst had, that much was sure!

Ruffling her feathers, Rovoska grumbled and muttered to herself about not getting bred first as the scent of sex and delicious scene before her drove her arousal to a peak that she could not have imagined was possible. As the mare was bred – before her! – the gryphon rolled her head from side to side and chirped, trying to claw at the sand, but not quite able to get the purchase to draw their attention back to her.

Apalala panted and writhed as much as she could beneath the long, driving thrusts of the stallion, submitting to him with every powerful stroke he delivered. The length easily slipped into her past the medial ring, her body designed to take such a large cock even if there was a noticeable size difference between them. His cock drove into her with loud, lewd slurps of their combined sexual fluids, drooling virile pre-cum as he grunted and shuddered above her. Apalala’s head rolled, mouth hanging open as her vision flickered, sensation after sensation overwhelming her body from all sides.

It was exactly what she’d been craving for oh so very long.

Her climax came upon her quickly and unexpectedly, gripping her in a fist so tight that it was several minutes before her neighs and whinnies of pleasure subsided. Spasm after spasm wracked her body, claiming it for its own ecstasy, until she returned from the blackness of orgasm to a heaving body above hers, rump moving quicker and quicker as Durst fucked her with short, sharp thrusts, snorting heavily.

The stallion was close.

But he would not be outdone and would not cum so quickly that his mare was not satisfied. For all the gryphon chattered about having standards, so did he – and steep ones too! Durst rolled his eyes. He was the best for a reason.

Groaning, Durst pinned his ears back and slammed into Apalala who neighed loudly, still sensitive from her orgasm. That didn’t matter – he’d be pushing her into another very shortly anyway. Huffing and snorting like a wild stallion on the plains, he fed her every inch of cock-meat her body was willing to take, struggling even in himself to hold back as her hot passage clenched and rippled around him. Sweat darkened a line down his neck, sand scuffing up beneath his hooves as he worked his hindquarters in closer for the best angle to thrust, pleasure rising and rising with every passing second.

Durst snorted headily, feeling the mare tense up, clearly on the edge of another climax. Even he could not last forever with such a needy mare beneath him, hormones flooding his nose as he drew in breath after breath, needing to breathe even as it drove him closer and closer to the edge.

“Ready for my foals, little filly?”

Apalala didn’t have a chance to respond before he rammed in with a proud whinny, tail flagging as his cock throbbed, delivering the first thick spurt of cum into her needy passage. His balls twitched up closer to his body as he groaned and thrust shallowly, keeping his cock as deep inside her as possible as he spent himself. Rocked into her second orgasm, it was all the mare could do to stay conscious as he filled her, imagining that her belly swelled a little from the sheer volume of cum he was pumping into her.

The stallion grunted and groaned, rocking into Apalala as his climax tapered off, the last spurts of cum splashing right up to the back of her passage. He was sure that, already, his semen was racing towards her eggs, his services as a breeding stud complete, at least for the moment. He whuffed softly at her neck, sides trembling and heaving for breath, nostrils puckering softly. Although his first climax had momentarily drained him, if in mental need alone, he couldn’t forget that he still had a job to do.

Snorting, he dismounted with a heavy thump of hooves hitting the sand, cock drooping softly below his stomach. That didn’t bother him, the fact that he was soft for the moment; it would be but a few seconds before he was hard and ready again.

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He didn’t like to admit it, but he adored female pussies. Look, taste, smell?—?everything drove him crazy. Top of his “perversion” was to fantasize, who has which pussy. He was a successful businessman, and barely anyone knew about his “weakness”. The hardest thing was to be at work, around all those women. He tried to work as hard as possible, and do not think about it, because fantasies about would overload his brain. Juicy lips and tasty juices just wouldn’t let him go. Everything was good and quiet, until he saw her.

The recruiting agency sent her to cover another person. Only for few days. These “few days” were hell for him. He had to call for an escort girls, to release some “stress”, because it was very hard to see her.

The business meeting was very busy. He zealously was arguing about his interests with other co-workers, until the door opened, and she came in. The girl came just for a few seconds to give him documents he asked…and he totally forgot about it. When she left, he figured?—?he lost this contract. Fantasies wouldn’t stop going through his mind, over and over. He felt it’s time to see a specialist, but first he’ll punish her.

“Sir, this is last reports. I fixed all the mistakes, as you asked me later.”

“Put papers on the Kadıköy Escort table and sit on the chair.”

“Is there something wrong? I have to go. Car is waiting for me.”

“Well, then call them and say you’ll be late. I’ll call cab for you…later.”

“But, what happened? I checked all the reports twice. Everything looks good.”

“It’s not about the reports. Sit.”

The girl was kinda freaking out, sitting on the edge of the chair, being ready to run any moment.

“I need you to do something for me.” The man tried not to look at her.

“To do something for you? My work time will end in one minute. You won’t pay overtime.”

“I’ll pay you cash and now, plus agency held you here for one more week. You are my nightmare.”

The girl looked at him and didn’t understand anything. She didn’t like his undressing look. The man was cute, but she was too tired to have sex.

“Okay, what do you need? I’m tired and want to go home.”

“I wanna taste you.” He saw her surprised look and it turned him on even more.

“Excuse me?”

“I…wanna…eat…you…out.”

The girl was looking at him like he was talking not in English. She stood up.

“Well, I think you are drunk. I don’t sleep with boss Ataşehir Escort and definitely don’t do any sexual services. Forget about overtime. I’ll ask for replacement.”

“Stay. You won’t go, unless I say you can go. It’s my office and my rules.” He felt very awkward, but his “obsession” was stronger. “You’ll take off your panties, lie on the table, and spread those legs for me.”

“Now, I think you are not drunk. You are sick. If you’ll touch me, I’ll call security.”

“I’ll pay you like an escort, if you do what I asked.”

The girl hesitated for half a second. How much, actually, escort makes? But she didn’t want to think about it, and nodded her head as a “no”.

“I’ll pay you right now five thousands, if you’ll take off your panties and lie on the table.”

When she heard number of five thousands, she decided it worth it. Her “overtime” could cost this money. She lifted up her pencil skirt and took off the panties.

Her pussy was bold with little triangle of a short hair. His mouth was full of saliva. He didn’t wait for her to say “no”, and covered it with mouth. The girl didn’t object, but also didn’t enjoy. He tried to be gentle, but he couldn’t. She tasted so good, he dug his tongue deeper. The girl moaned and Maltepe Escort got shiver. He even didn’t think about stopping. Her clit only started to get bigger, which meant more orgasms are coming. He adored to tease that sensitive spot. Play with clit with lips, slightly touching with tongue. And sucking it with pleasure when it’ll become noticeable. He could do it for hours, but women can’t handle more than three orgasms. When the girl squeezed his head and grabbed his hair he knew?—?second orgasm is coming. His finger carefully groped for G-spot. He wanted to have longer and bigger tongue, to be able to pet that spot with it. He was sure, it would feel amazing.

After second orgasm, she relaxed a little. He kissed her bold big lips and soft folding, knowing how sensitive can be clit right now, and didn’t touch it for a while. Wide open her gathers, he dipped his tongue into wet and dripping opening. She tasted so great he almost cum. He licked her very tough, fucking with tongue and finger. Getting more comfortable in chair, he lifted her thigh on the level of his mouth, and eat her out like a sweet, rape fruit. The girl lifted her thighs higher, wanting to get more of his tongue. He started to feel his own orgasm is coming together with sharp moves of girl’s body. She was very close. Switched tongue over the fingers inside of her, he sucked her clit hard?—?girl screamed, cumming on his tongue. He kept sucking, forcing her to have another orgasm, until she faint.

Looking at her, he realized?—?he needs help.

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It had been a rough couple of nights for Mike since that humiliating Friday night party had seen his brief, faint hopes brutally dashed. It had been bad enough listening to Olivia getting fucked by Anthony for close to an hour, his erection stifled by that humiliating pink cage all the while. But it had only continued to worsen, and promised to get much worse, after Anthony had left.

Mike had held out a dumb, faint hope that Olivia would let him out now that she had had her fun. But no such luck. Instead, she had put his number in her phone (but had not given him hers), and snapped a picture of him in chastity for insurance, she had called it. Great, now she was blackmailing him. He was so fucked.

The drive home hadn’t been much better either. He had tried to distract himself from the nightmare he now found himself in, but to little avail. His mind kept racing back to that pink cage, and how pathetic it was that he had actually let her lock it on him. And how pathetic he was. He had always felt self-conscious about his lack of romantic success, but it had never been anywhere near actual self-loathing until now. But he couldn’t help but go in that direction now. Olivia had utterly degraded and humiliated him in front of Anthony, and she even had a picture of him in chastity. How could he not hate himself?

He desperately hoped that Anthony wouldn’t tell anyone about it. He hadn’t seemed too keen on mocking him about it, but it would still be mortifying for him the next time they had class together on Tuesday. Mike knew to be far more worried about the diva that now had his cock in a cage, and staying on her good side. He didn’t doubt that Olivia would spread that picture around if he pissed her off. Come to think of it, he didn’t doubt she’d spread it on an impulsive whim just for laughs. This was an incredibly dangerous situation in which he was by and large powerless.

Sleeping had proven to be rough as well. He had struggled to fall asleep, his dick straining in its confines and being painfully tugged on in most sleep positions. Even worse were the fierce erections he had woken up with throughout the night. It took a good long while to get soft enough to go back to sleep, knowing that it was just going to happen again the next time he woke up.

Normally he would have rubbed one out, but, as he was constantly reminded, he couldn’t. His dick was completely at the mercy of a girl an hour’s drive away that he had no means of contacting. On one hand, he hated it and her. But, loathe as he was to admit it, another part of him was aroused by it. By her. The feeling of being tightly locked was simultaneously tortuous and stimulating. As for the psychological aspects, they were a complex amalgamation he couldn’t quite describe. The mindfuckery and conflicting feelings just made everything harder as Saturday progressed.

There was Saturday morning’s humiliating revelation that he now had to pee sitting down. And there was the constant fear that the clicking of the cage’s lock would alert his parents of his embarrassing predicament. And, perhaps worst of all, there were the difficulties with studying and concentrating that came with the frustrations of being locked.

After a couple of hours vainly trying to study for Tuesday’s upcoming exam, he threw in the towel on Saturday night. The test probably wouldn’t be all that difficult anyway, and it’s not like he was in any imminent danger of losing his A average in the class. As long as he got a handle on himself, he’d be able to easily coast through the remainder of the semester.

He decided to pass the night playing video games, hoping it would keep his mind off of Olivia and the cage between his legs. But, predictably, it was of little use. He continued to be reminded of his inability to get hard, and his thoughts invariably drifted back to Olivia and what she was doing right now. It was a Saturday night, after all. She was almost certainly at a party, or getting plastered, or fucking another guy.

Probably a combination of those things. The loser she had locked in a pink chastity cage last night was probably the last thing on her mind right now (He knew he shouldn’t call himself a loser, but what else could he call himself after last night? ). And yet she was at the front of his mind. It was a tough pill to swallow, being so needy for someone who had only expressed disdain for him. But he was no more in control of his wild thoughts than he was his ability to orgasm, as the ever-tightening confines constantly reminded him.

Needless to say, sleeping was again a miserable experience replete with uncomfortable boners and repeated awakenings. He hoped that Sunday would at least be better, that he would get used to being locked so that he could once again focus on his studies. In a theme that was becoming all too recurrent, however, Mike’s hopes didn’t materialize.

Sunday was another frustrating day of suppressed hard-ons, self-doubt, distraction, and lack of productivity. Once again, Mike threw in the towel Anadolu Yakası Escort and went to bed relatively early. He had work in the morning anyway, which he was absolutely dreading. It was going to be awful working with that cage on, and he couldn’t even begin to fathom what kind of Hell class was going to be like while locked up. Mike shuddered to think about it as he drifted off. It was 10 PM, and he had work at 7 in the morning. He hoped he could at least exceed six hours of sleep this time.

As it turned out, he would get far less than that, with the chime of his phone waking him a few minutes before midnight. Mike rolled over, and saw that he had a text message from a number he didn’t recognize.

‘Get over here now.’ The message read. There was only one person this could be from.

‘Olivia?’ Mike texted back, his cock already straining in the cage from this communication and the thought of her. Dammit, he hated that he was aroused by her after all she had done to him. He wanted someone who was nice, not a total bitch. His rambling thoughts were interrupted by the chime of his phone.

‘Yep. Now get over here.’ Mike stared incredulously at the command. It was midnight on a Sunday!

‘It’s like an hour’s drive to your place and its midnight.’ Mike texted back with shaking fingers.

‘Not my problem. Get over here.’

‘I have work in the morning.’ Mike desperately texted back. Surely she could be reasonable, right? Right?

‘One more excuse and I’m sending out that picture of you. Get the fuck over here.’ She won. Again.

‘Ok. I’m sorry.’ Mike hurriedly texted back. She was going to run him ragged and ruin him. All because of that stupid party he had foolishly gone to.

‘In fact…,’ a partial message that sent pure dread down Mike’s spine came through. She wasn’t sending it out was she?! She couldn’t!

Moments later, Mike received a picture message from her. The picture of him that she had taken. His heart sank as he saw just how visible his face was in it, and that the emasculating pink cage was equally visible.

Before he could respond, he saw the text bubbles moving. He froze, watching for her next message with a mixture of anticipation of dread.

‘Make that picture your phone’s wallpaper, just so you remember I’m not bullshitting. And I’ll be checking when you get here so you better fucking do it.’

‘I’m doing it now Olivia, then I’ll head over right away.’ Mike defeatedly texted back. Thankfully, he remembered how to get there from Friday’s escapade.

‘Let me know when you’re almost there.’

Mike responded that he would, and quickly set his ego-crushing new wallpaper before quickly slinking out. His parents were late sleepers, and with any luck they would wake up after his work shift and be the none the wiser of his midnight departure. Sure, he was an adult and all, but they would still like an explanation for such a random late night excursion. This couldn’t go on forever, it just couldn’t, Mike said in his continued state of denial as he got in his car and made the drive.

Mike made good time on the ride, much better than usual, given the time of night and lack of traffic. Within just 30 minutes, he found himself just ten minutes away. He sent a text that he was nearly there, and received a response a couple of minutes later.

‘Stop at 7/11 and get me a hot chocolate.’

Mike sighed, and quickly texted back that he would. He really was nothing but an errand boy. But surely that wasn’t all she could possibly want to have him drive to her in the middle of the night. But just what could she want? Mike shuddered to think about it.

After briefly diverting his course, he found himself outside her door, hot chocolate in hand as he rang the doorbell. After several seconds, the door opened to reveal Olivia. She wasn’t dressed nearly as nicely as she had been on Friday, with just sweatpants and a T-shirt. But she was still pretty, especially after two days of denial.

“That was a pretty fast hour Mikey,” she said as she opened the door and took the drink from his hands. He knew better than to object to her demeaning nickname.

“No traffic.” Mike said meekly. He hoped she wasn’t accusing him of exaggerating the length of the drive to try and get out of coming over. If she was, she didn’t push it further.

“Let me see your wallpaper.” She said flatly as she closed the door. Great, he hadn’t even been there a minute and she was humiliating him. But he knew not to argue, and obliged.

She doubled over with laughter as he showed her. “Oh my God that’s so fucking great!” Embarrassment welled within Mike as he put his phone away.

“You know,” she said as her laughter subsided, “you really should be thanking me for not making you set it as your lock screen too. Shouldn’t you?”

Mike took the hint. He had already hit rock bottom. How more humiliated could he be at this point? He thanked her.

“Just remember that I might make you do that if you piss Kadıköy Escort me off.” She said as she motioned for him to follow her to her bedroom. “But I’m in a good mood. Wanna know why?” She asked slyly.

“Why?” Mike asked her.

“Well,” Olivia grinned, “because I’ve been fucked so much this weekend.” Mike groaned, and she giggled as she told him to get naked.

“I bet you’d like to hear about it, wouldn’t you Mikey?”

Mike knew there was only one correct answer, and replied in the affirmative as he disrobed, stopping at his boxers.

“The undies too. Let me see that pink cage.” She teased. Mike sighed as he complied with shaking hands. Olivia giggled as she walked over and grabbed the cage.

“You know this little dick could never satisfy me, right?”

“R-right.” Mike swallowed. Somehow she kept finding ways to degrade him worse every time he thought he had hit rock bottom.

“Right what?” She asked quietly.

“Right, my little dick could never satisfy you.”

“That’s right, it couldn’t.” Olivia shook her head. “That’s why I locked it in this little pink cage.”

Mike nodded.

“Good.” Olivia said. “I’m glad we understand each other. I need real cock. And that’s what I got tonight, and last night, and the night before that. While you’ve been straining in that tiny cage, I’ve been getting fucked hard by big, fat cocks. I lost count of how many times I came last night. My weekend was more fulfilling than your whole month for sure.”

“Oh my God…,” Mike moaned involuntarily.

“Getting all hot and bothered Mikey? Maybe you should sit down before I continue.” She indicated a wooden chair next to the bed. He nodded and sat down, wincing at the cold wood on his bare ass. Olivia giggled again as she looked for something in her dresser, finally pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

“I think I’m going to keep you still while I tell you about how I got fucked deep and hard.”

A few seconds later and his hands were behind the bars of the chair, cuffed in place. He was completely helpless. And it was getting really late. How long was he going to be here? He had work in just over five hours. And he nervously said so.

Olivia looked annoyed, but agreed to let him call out rather than no-call no-show. But she was adamant about not un-cuffing him. Instead, she unlocked his phone after he gave her the code (he was sure he would regret that later), dialed the local Wal-Mart he worked at, and held the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” Mike was relieved that the phone had been answered by John, a laid-back younger manager.

“Hey, it’s Mike. I’m sorry but I’m not going to be able to come in for my shift in the morning.”

“Busy night?” John asked.

“Very.” Mike answered, causing Olivia to giggle, apparently audibly judging by John’s response.

“Gotcha man.” He said knowingly, before hanging up. It wouldn’t have been so knowingly if he knew what was really going on. He was brought back from those thoughts by Olivia tapping her fingernails on the cage, causing him to squirm in the chair.

“He definitely heard me. He probably thinks you’re going to be fucking my brains out all night.” She laughed. “But you won’t be, will you?”

“No.” Mike said plainly.

“No,” Olivia shook her head, “because you’ll be locked all night in this little pink cage, won’t you?”

Mike nodded.

“Maybe I should call them back, hmmm. Set the record straight?” She teased.

“No! No! No!” Mike said frantically, his heart racing.

“Be good then Mikey,” she said seriously as she stood up. “Are you ready to hear about those studs that fucked me?”

“Yes.” Mike said reluctantly.

“You don’t sound very enthused Mikey. Surely you aren’t trying to disappoint me?”

“Of course not. Please, I’m ready to hear about those studs that fucked you.”

“Much better,” she purred as she sat on her bed. “Saturday night I was at a another party, and I ran into one of Anthony’s friends, Tyler. He’s a fucking stud Mikey. Broad shoulders, big muscles, and a huge cock. I don’t think his big dick would even fit in that little cage. Not that I would try to put it in there – big dicks like his belong inside me. Only little dicks like yours belong in chastity.” Mike squirmed in the chair, his cage tight as ever. This couldn’t be arousing him! It couldn’t!

“Anyway,” Olivia continued, “I don’t even know how many times he made me cum after the party. He had me fucking screaming. You think Anthony had me moaning? I think you would have fucking exploded in that little cage if you had heard Tyler railing me. What you would like it if I let you listen next time he fucks me? Oh why am I even asking? I know you would.”

Mike arched his back in the chair. He really was pathetic. He hated it, and he was starting to hate himself a bit. But he couldn’t deny that everything she had said was true.

“Oh I’m glad you like this Mikey,” Olivia said as she laid back in her bed, “because hearing about me Ataşehir Escort getting fucked, and listening to me getting pounded, is the closest you’ll come to fucking me. Would you like hear about tonight?”

“Yes.” Mike knew that was the only answer.

“Well,” she said, “I have a friend with benefits, Fred, that comes over sometimes. He isn’t as hung as Tyler, but he’s still pretty big. And he sure knows how to use it. And he’s such a talented lovemaker

We were right here, in my bed, and he was just tonguing my mouth and mashing his lips against my mine for a good hour. Wouldn’t you love to do that with me?”

“Definitely,” Mike moaned, meaning it for once. He would love to do that.

“Oh I know you would. But the only way you would get to do that would be if I had just sucked off a nice cock to completion. Be careful what you wish for Mikey.”

Mike shuddered.

“But that didn’t happen tonight,” she continued. “Nope, this time I rode him. I came three times on that big dick of his. So much action for me this weekend, so little time to do homework. But that’s not a problem, because I have my own personal genius at my beck and call.”

Great, she probably has a shitload of work due tomorrow. No wonder she needed him over at this hour.

“I have two online exams that need to be done, and you better do a good job.” She said as she got off of the bed. “If you ever want to cum again, you’ll act as if these were your own exams. You’re going to get me through this semester.”

Great, now he had to do this dumb bitch’s work in addition to his own.

“Understood?” She asked.

“Yes,” Mike answered, “but you know, I have a lot of work on my plate too.” Her look made him regret trying to assert himself. He had to stop overplaying his hand.

“You’re smart,” she said unsympathetically, “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Had she actually just complimented him?

“Hell,” she continued, “you could probably bomb everything this semester and still graduate with flying colors. What’s your GPA? Probably close to a 4.0 right Mikey?”

“Pretty close.” Mike said.

“How close?” She pressed him.

“3.94.” He answered.

“You have nothing to worry about.” She said nonchalantly. Her apathy towards grades was really annoying him. It didn’t take much to tank a GPA, but he held his tongue.

“It’s funny,” Olivia laughed, “that if GPAs were on a different scale, your GPA would be bigger than your dick. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?”

“Actually,” she said before he could respond, “your GPA is bigger than your dick while you’re in that cage. Isn’t it?” She cocked her head to the side.

“Yes.” It was the only acceptable response.

“Yes what?” She wasn’t going to make it easy, again.

“Yes my GPA is bigger than my dick in this cage.” Mike sighed as she laughed hard. “But you know, it doesn’t take a lot for a GPA to fall. I’ve worked hard to get this far, and we’re only two months from graduating. I don’t want to lose top honors this late.”

“You talk as if I don’t have the key to that pink cage on your dick, and a picture of you in it.” She frowned. “I think you need to be reminded that, until we graduate in May, you’re my bitch. In fact, I think I need more insurance. Let’s get you on video.” She pulled out her phone.

Mike lowered his gaze in shame. He was naked except for that cage, cuffed to a chair, and powerless to avoid being recorded.

“Repeat after me,” she ordered as she began recording. “I, Mikey, am Olivia’s bitch. Say it.”

“I, Mikey, am Olivia’s bitch.” He wanted to cry right now. That would make the video even worse.

“I let her lock me in this tiny pink cage for her amusement.” She said.

Again, Mike repeated.

“My little dick could never satisfy her, or any woman. That’s why I love listening to her get fucked by other guys.”

Mike had little choice but to repeat the lines.

“If you’re seeing this video, I did something to piss her off.” She concluded.

“If you’re seeing this video, I did something to piss her off.”

“And…cut.” She giggled. “Oh that was fucking delicious.” She was smiling ear to ear as she walked over and unlocked his cuffs.

“I hope you don’t need any more lessons Mikey,” she said as he got up. “I can be fun and playful, or I can be a total bitch from Hell. Your choice.”

You’re a bitch either way, he thought. But of course he didn’t say that, instead just nodding.

“Glad we got that straightened out,” she said cheerfully as she logged onto her laptop. “The two exams are on blackboard. You can put your clothes on and sleep here on the floor once you’re done. And I know it might be tempting to look for the key to that cage, but I think we both know what I’m going to do if you do that.”

“I know,” Mike said, utterly resigned. “I’ll be good.”

“Good boy,” she chirped and quickly brushed a hand over the cage, causing him to shudder and her to giggle. “See you in the morning. If you get A’s on those exams I might have a reward for you.”

Mike looked at the time. Almost 4 AM. He sighed, and began working, struggling to concentrate on the tests and to find the answers in the textbook as his dick fought furiously and vainly against the cage as Olivia slept in bed just a few feet away.

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Some time had passed since the big drunken night where I had watched my girlfriend Jess get fucked by our roommate Ethan. They had a longstanding agreement where she’d blow him once a day, predating our relationship.

It may already sound like a wild dynamic to begin with, but things really began to go off the rails after the night where I (tipsily, on the spot, and without an ounce of foresight) gave permission for them to finally fuck, and right in front of me, no less.

The blowjobs had not slowed down since then. Being present to see Jess suck Ethan’s long, thick cock that night had broken down the stigma in their eyes, and they had stopped being as private about the blowjobs as they were before.

Ethan used to always call Jess over to his room when he’d claim his cocksucking in the mornings, but Jess was sometimes too tired to walk down the hallway (but not too tired to slurp a huge dick it seemed), and would take Ethan on the spot, figuring I must be okay with it, since I hadn’t voiced any discontent that one night. Oh, that one drunken night, how it continued to haunt me.

Usually I would pretend to still be asleep so I could turn over and ignore the sucking, licking, and frantic cock-kissing, which even when Jess tried to tone it down so as not to “wake” me was still louder than the average cocksucker.

On days where she already knew I was awake when Ethan came in for his daily sucking, though, I had no choice but to lay through it with my eyes open. I’d try not to focus too hard on Ethan’s humongous dick surging in and out of my girlfriend’s eager mouth, or the absolute fervour with which she’d plant her lips on the head of his cock, kissing it with so much passion that it was like it was another boyfriend of hers.

Our air conditioning had long since been fixed, but throughout the summer Jess continued to hang out around the apartment in her underwear. It seemed obvious that the stigma around being unclothed in the common spaces of our apartment had just been dispelled and Jess was just more comfortable prancing around in her panties. However, a part of me wondered if she was doing it on purpose to attract more attention from Ethan.

She’d wear a lot of skimpy thongs, though she always had, just underneath her pants. Still, it was hard to walk into the kitchen and see her bent over the counter, pointing her ass out in a tight g-string, and not speculate if it was an intentional act.

Times where she would hang out pantsless she’d also go shirtless, and in bras that framed her tits really well. There were a few times, usually when the summer heat was at its peak, where she’d also forgo the bra.

One time, I was witness to a conversation between her and Ethan in our hallway where she asked his opinion on a pair of very cheeky pink panties she was wearing, turning her bum towards him and arching it out to showcase it as well as possible.

“Wow, those are actually really hot on you,” he replied. I had told her earlier I didn’t like them as much as some of her other panties when asked, but she wore them every week after that interaction with Ethan.

Jess making food in the kitchen or doing her laundry with her tits out in nothing but a thong definitely made my jealousy flare up when Ethan was around. I’d already been okay with her being near-naked with Ethan before, not to mention me being complicit in their sexual relationship continuing, so it was hard for me to feel justified in mentioning it.

I still felt a sense of inertia around my dignity. If I just sucked it up and kept quiet, I could maybe save face. How humiliating would it be to have to bring this up now, after so many months of seemingly being okay with things? If anything had to stop, I’d basically have to admit that I felt insecure about Ethan and his huge cock being in and around my girlfriend, and I didn’t want to live here knowing that Jess and Ethan both knew this.

Possibly even worse than this, though something I would have even less control over, was that Ethan had also started walking around our apartment in his underwear. At least seeing my girlfriend in tiny panties was still a massive turn-on, even if it was accompanied by these other feelings.

Seeing Ethan in tight form-fitting briefs, on the other hand, did nothing but make me feel inadequate by comparison. I’d get a pit in my stomach every time Jess and I would be in a room and he’d come in, his thick bulge swinging and slapping against his own thighs.

My eyes were usually too transfixed on his package to notice if Jess was having any kind of reaction. It was hard to tell with how tight the underwear he generally wore was, but I think times where he’d walk in and see Jess in her panties, his cock would start to swell against its tight fabric.

Ethan had even taken to occasionally walking through the apartment fully naked, though rarely, and usually out of convenience. A few times, he’d waltzed out of the bathroom after a shower, and just opted to not wrap a towel around his Pendik Escort hips while making his way to his bedroom.

Seeing his massive dick without the restrictions a pair of tight boxer briefs imposed on it made me feel even worse the first time it had happened. Even soft, his cock was thicker than mine could ever be, and reached halfway down his muscular thighs.

The first time I saw this, Jess thankfully wasn’t around to see my reaction; the second time, she was around and I witnessed hers. Her jaw dropped out of surprise, even though this was the same cock she’d get well-acquainted with most mornings. My guess is seeing it in this different context caught her off guard, though, and she didn’t have time to disguise a slight high-pitched moan.

Thankfully, the fucking didn’t become a regular thing after that first night months ago. It wasn’t a complete non-issue, though. A few weeks after that, Jess brought it up again. I was dreading having this conversation, but when I had run through it in my head, I didn’t imagine it would be as brief and informal as it was.

“Hey, you don’t mind if Ethan and I have sex again, do you?” she casually chimed one evening, leaning into our bedroom door to ask me while I was sitting in bed on my laptop.

Caught off guard and without giving much thought to what I was being asked, I gave a knee-jerk response of “No.” Damn it! My too-agreeable instincts screwed me over again.

Jess was already half way out the door after chirping out a quick “Cool.” Of course it wouldn’t be too late for me to say wait, I changed my mind, and I know Jess would respect my wishes if I did ask for her to stop.

Somehow, though, it was less humiliating in my mind to pretend I was fully okay with all of this. What was I even supposed to say to Jess, that I was jealous of this man with his massive man-cock because he makes me look like a boy? I’d basically be admitting that by telling her I was uncomfortable with everything, it’d be obvious to everyone.

It was much easier and made me look more confident to just pretend that everything was cool with me. Sure, go and get absolutely fucked by this huge dick, I’ll barely even notice. It was easier to repress these feelings as much as I could, and stay in denial.

I’ll admit though, after that big drunken night, I was considerably less bothered by the blowjobs, and even the occasional pounding he’d give her. They still gave me pangs of jealousy, and sure, the underlying shame and total and complete humiliation was there of course. Maybe these kinds of things just wear you down over time, and your mind starts to adjust to being such a pure outright cuck.

Still on my laptop, I could now hear her yells through the wall, making sounds I hadn’t heard since that drunken night.

One weekday, after a quick morning cuddle with Jess, I got up to get ready. It wasn’t lost on me that Ethan hadn’t disturbed us to get his morning blowjob today, and we’d been able to snuggle in peace. I went to the apartment’s bathroom, stripped off, and got in the shower.

A couple minutes into showering, I heard the bathroom door loudly open and slam closed again. A few seconds later, I was in shock to see Ethan in all of his fit, nude glory rip open the shower curtain and climb in before I could object.

Stunned into silence, Ethan explained in a rushed tone, “Sorry man, I’m running late for work today, no time to wait for you to finish.”

I think he could tell from my expression that I didn’t know what to say, but would maybe prefer to not be next to another naked man in such tight quarters. Our shower couldn’t even be called spacious for one, let alone a couple.

“Don’t worry, it’s just like showering at the gym or in school,” he reassured. Not quite, I thought. I’d never been in a communal shower where someone else’s fat cock was rubbing the side of my leg. My own dick retracted a bit every time Ethan’s would slap against me.

I already knew he was bigger, thicker, and just in general more of a man than me – it seemed kind of on the nose for the universe to remind me of that fact by having his manhood literally striking me every time he turned to wash a different part of himself.

After the shock had worn off, I was able to make some more strategic decisions. Ethan’s cock was so long as to be unruly when he turned back and forth, and he’d given up on trying to control it in his hurried showering.

When it touched my much smaller penis, I started to do some calculations. Was it better to face toward him, and have this real man’s toned body right in front of me, cocks touching even more? Or was it better out of sight, out of mind, if I turned away from him, even if it meant his cock could be touching my ass?

I decided to go for the latter, and turned away from Ethan. Unfortunately, I underestimated the size of the shower, and didn’t realize how close his cock would be to me in this position. It wasn’t just touching my cheeks, but had found a stable Kurtköy Escort position lodged between them – not deeply, mind you, we were only standing together while showering.

Still, I felt a pang of deep shame for having not just another man’s cock BETWEEN my butt cheeks, but the huge fucking cock of the guy who made my girlfriend his almost every day, and sometimes in ways deeper than I’d ever be able to.

To cap off my complete humiliation in this moment, as if ordained by some higher power intent on making me feel as small and unmanly as possible, I heard Jess come into the bathroom.

She obviously knew what the situation was, and opened the shower curtain to sightsee. She was clearly surprised, but I could tell from the way the corners of her agape mouth curled up that she was also immensely turned on.

“Oh my god, my two boys! This is so hot!” she giggled. She reached her hands in, one rubbing down Ethan’s abs, down to his lower hip and upper thigh, and the other starting on my thigh and running upward, over my balls and the head of my cock.

Her seeing us and rubbing Ethan made his already huge dick start to grow and harden. I can confirm this because I could feel it firsthand, very intimately happening in the middle of my ass. In extremely poor timing, the rub up my crotch also made me start to harden up.

“You like that?” Jess smirked at me, seemingly attributing my growing boner to the fat dick in my ass instead of to her touching. I stayed speechless by choice, knowing I couldn’t say anything to save myself here. Ethan must have felt as uncomfortable as I did with his rapidly hardening cock, and mercifully backed further away from me before climbing out of the shower.

Even though I had already felt him harden between my cheeks, and could never go back from that, I’m thankful he let me salvage some tiny shred of my dignity in the shower that day.

Ethan rushed to dry himself and head back to his bedroom to quickly finish getting ready for work, but Jess was in less of a hurry. Still very much turned on, she stripped off her clothes and climbed into the shower with me, where she started sucking my dick before I had a chance to say anything.

Still a little involuntarily hard from the three-way touching a minute earlier, I was surprised that I was able to keep it going to receive a blowjob. Still humiliated, but my body was riding the wave and embracing it in no small part because of Jess’ near-feral sucking of my shaft, only interrupted by short quick licks of my balls and kisses on the head of my dick.

This was in no way an act of pity or consolation, Jess was very horny, all from seeing Ethan’s cock and my butt in a compromising position. It was a conflicting feeling, something that should have been very negative, but she was giving me this positive reinforcement.

We fucked in the shower afterwards, and she couldn’t stop moaning my name. It was some of the best sex we’d had in months. I wouldn’t say the shared shower with Ethan was worth it, knowing it lead to that, but it was a close call.

There were times when Ethan would claim his daily blowjob at the end of the day, just because of his and Jess’ schedules. On one particular night, Jess and I were already in bed, talking about our days before going to sleep, when Ethan opened the door. He had stopped knocking since I had moved in, and thought of us as close; despite everything going on between the three of us, I did appreciate that he at least thought of me as a close roommate, or even a friend.

“Hey Jess, I’ll be in my room, it’s cocksucking time!” he joked, closing the door behind him after a quick “Hey man!” directed at me. Jess got up and started stripping, and went so far as to get naked and start digging through her nicer lingerie.

“I’m in a fancy mood,” she commented to me, changing into an expensive bra and lacy thong. “Do I look good?” On one hand, I resented her asking me this before she was about to go and suck another man’s cock. Still, it was somehow reassuring at the same time that she still cared about my opinion and wanted to involve me in a positive way.

“Yeah, you look really sexy,” I said reluctantly. With that, she pranced out and closed the door behind her. I could hear moaning from her through the wall not even a minute later, with the odd low-pitched sound from him.

The moaning seemed pretty uniform for a while, and then after a short lull seemed to really ramp up. Jess was getting louder and I even heard the odd squeal from her. Was she getting fucked? Were they fucking? I had told her I didn’t have an issue with them fucking again, so she must have taken that as ongoing permission to get reamed out by him whenever they wanted.

I felt some shame at laying in bed and listening intently for clues, and decided to try to just fall asleep so I could exit this situation and put my girlfriend’s cries of ecstasy out of my mind.

I ended up drifting off surprisingly fast, which was maybe a sign Ümraniye Escort in itself that I was getting too used to our current situation, and woke up to some sunlight creeping through our blinds. I turned over to put my arm around Jess, only to realize that I was alone in the bed.

Had Jess gotten out of bed early? Or was she still with Ethan? The idea of her spending the night with Ethan was less sexually explicit than the other things she’d done with him, but made me jealous in a different sort of way. Sure, she wasn’t just mine sexually, but I had grown used to us at least spending the nights together.

I got up and tiptoed over to Ethan’s bedroom door, and slowly and as quietly as possible opened it up a crack. Ethan and Jess were laying in bed completely naked, him on his back and her intimately cuddled up on him, one arm grabbing his muscular chest, and a leg draped over his. It stung a little to see her so at peace with him.

The slight creaking of the door must have been enough to rouse Jess out of sleep though, as she groggily started stroking his chest, and making her way down his body until her hand grabbed his cock, huge even in slumber.

It started hardening rapidly at her touch, and after a dozen or so seconds of feeling it up and down and swaying it around, Jess, still seeming to be half asleep, lowered herself down the bed so Ethan’s morning wood was at head level.

My stomach sank, but I couldn’t look away. I should have saved myself and left to make breakfast, shower, anything else but this, but I was glued to the scene and didn’t move a muscle.

Jess gently took his cock into her mouth, her head rested on his upper hip, and just sucked on it slowly. It seemed comforting to her to just have this thick cock resting in her mouth.

Ethan began to wake up throughout this, and as he started actively moaning, Jess started to get more turned on, and it evolved into a more energetic frantic cocksucking, Jess eating dick as if it were her last meal (as usual).

As they started to wake up more, I ducked away back to our room so as not to be noticed. I left my door open a crack as well so that I could hear the moans more clearly, which surprised me.

A few times over the course of our relationship, Jess had asked me to wear her panties for fun. She always asked in a joking way, but I could tell it was still something she enjoyed. Maybe it was a control thing that turned her on, maybe she was into humiliating others. We never talked too deeply about it.

I gave in to her and did it once, in my old apartment before we had moved in together, both still naked in my bed after morning sex in the earlier weeks of dating. I pulled her pair of cheeky purple panties over my hips.

I was surprised at how well they fit, even though they were snug. Jess gave my bum a slap and kissed my bulge, telling me how cute she thought I looked. I probably blushed, and took them off, and hadn’t gone through with any more of those requests from her for a while.

On this day, months since Jess had last brought the topic up, I must have been feeling different. I can’t explain why, but that evening while we were cuddling in our bed, I felt open enough to give in again.

“Put on a pair of my panties,” she borderline demanded of me, though in a playful tone. I knew it would turn her on, and I was in a particularly cheeky mood, no pun intended, so I went over to her dresser and started rooting around through her panty drawer.

In a bold move I’d live to regret, I picked out a pink string thong of hers, told her to close her eyes, and changed into it. Her reaction was immediate upon seeing me, laughing at me but pulling me back into bed, where we started making out.

“Haha! I tried to get Ethan to wear one of my thongs ages ago but he said he wouldn’t fit. But you look so cute!” I took the compliment, even though this was the exact kind of situation where I didn’t want to think about our hunky roommate. And as if on cue…

I had thought we were alone in the apartment, but to my absolute horrific shock, Ethan barged into our room, likewise not realizing that I was also in there. My instincts were at least fast-acting, and I pulled our blanket over me, but it was still milliseconds too late for what became one of my life’s most embarrassing sequences.

“Sorry! Wait – are you wearing her underwear?!” Ethan smiled, as his brain registered what he’d briefly glimpsed.

“No!” I retorted all too quickly. I’m not sure if my wide-eyed immediate denial was what gave my game away, or Jess’ sly smile and gleeful giggling at my embarrassment. Ethan, playing along in a way that was clearly not meant to be malicious and was playful in his head, jumped toward the bed and ripped the blanket off of me as Jess burst out laughing, loving every second of this.

I flipped onto my stomach to preserve a tiny morsel of dignity by not having Jess and Ethan together seeing how well my cock fit into my girlfriend’s little thong. Unfortunately, this still left my bare ass open for all to see.

“Wow, your ass looks even better in those than hers,” Ethan joked, and he was treated to a playful smirk from Jess. “I hope you didn’t forget, you still owe me a blowjob today.” No, no, please god, no.

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What attracted me to…

Linda Groves at first was the hair on the arms. The blonde that worked with me at my part-time job at the grocery store during my first year of college was not extraordinary looking in any other way, but one look at her arms got my attention right away.

Her slender arms had a profuse growth of hair on them that grew from just above her elbow to her wrists, yet the hair was so fine and fair that it was almost invisible despite the extraordinary volume of it. You could actually see the hair flutter when she moved her arms, and the sight of it reminded me of fields of wheat billowing in the breeze.

We went out once after work, and then had a real date, which ended up at my place. We made out on the couch, and I finally got to run my hand up and down those furry arms. The hair was every bit as soft as it had looked, and the feel of it made me hard as blue steel.

I managed to get her blouse off, and was greeted by the perkiest pair of titties imaginable. The little breasts jutted straight out and had pudgy nipples that looked like strawberries. They were so great that it took me a few minutes to notice Linda’s armpits.

Her underarms weren’t completely hairy, but it was clear that she hadn’t shaved in a couple of weeks. Given the amount of hair on her forearms, I was surprised to see that she had only small clusters of hair in the center of her deep armpits. The light brown hairs were about an inch long and stood up like a porcupine – not quite hair yet beyond the stubble stage – until my tongue got busy.

“I’m sorry,” Linda said to me as I nuzzled under her arm. “Should have shaved.”

“No,” I assured her. “I love girls with armpit hair.”

That settled that, because Linda was enjoying what I was doing to her armpits. Something that she said no one had ever tried to do to her before, which was neither the first or last time I had heard that, and she also said that it kind of turned her on. Again, nothing new there.

Linda seemed content to let me suck on her armpits and play with those amazing tits, if only because I didn’t press her for sex. She was a virgin, and was going to save herself for her husband.

I got to look at her pussy, which had a nice triangle of golden brown hair that was delightfully soft, and even got to dip my finger inside of her while she would jerk me off, but that was it.

“My future husband – he’ll thank me for that someday,” Linda told me when she explained that there was no way I would be putting my cock inside of her. “Who knows, maybe that will be you.”

It wasn’t going to be me, but I was happy to spend my evenings watching the sprouts under her arms grow into long and silky hairs, which Linda claimed was due to my constant attention.

“Can’t believe how hairy I’m getting,” Linda mused one evening as she looked under her arm and pulled at the modest spray of hair. “Wonder if I’ll end up like my Mom?”

“How’s that?” I asked, my ears perking up as Linda spoke and my cock swelling as I watched her playing with her pit hair.

“My Mom,” Linda said. “You should see her. She’s got the hairiest pits in the world. Ever since Dad left she stopped shaving them and she’s like a bear. You wouldn’t believe it.”

I didn’t say it, but Linda was right. I should see her Mom. Maybe seeing would be believing. I only met her once, since she worked evenings and I went to school during the day, and she seemed like a nice enough woman.

Linda giving me that information made her Mom a whole lot more interesting, and I made a mental note to figure out a way to get a look at her.

**********

Tuesday was my light day at school, with only one class for the whole day, so I decided to blow off Marketing to do Linda a favor. I had an old stereo that I didn’t need anymore, and had offered it to her, but had never gotten around to bringing it over to her house.

With Linda at work, this would give me the chance to be a good guy and deliver the stereo, and maybe set it up as well. That way I could check out Mrs. Groves for myself.

I drove over to her place around 10, checking to make sure that Linda was at work, and lugged it up the steps of their porch. I rang the bell, and for a minute I thought that maybe Linda’s mother wasn’t home, but the door finally opened.

“Hi, I’m…,” I started to say, afraid that she might not recognize me from that one meeting, but Linda’s mother’s eyes lit up with recognition.

“Tony!” she chirped, Kadıköy Escort interrupting me and stepping aside to let me in. “Come in. That looks heavy.”

“Not really,” I said slipping inside and following Mrs. Groves into the kitchen.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Groves was wearing a sweater, which derailed my plan to check out her armpits. Too bad, because Mrs. Groves was a decent looking woman. A bit plain, and reminded me of that woman on the Dick Van Dyke Show. Not Mary Tyler Moore, but her neighbor. Millie Halper.

That was funny, because as we spoke Mrs. Groves insisted that I stop calling her Mrs. Groves.

“Millie,” Mrs. Groves said. “No need to be formal, especially since you and Linda seem to be so serious about each other. That’s all I ever hear. Tony this and Tony that. Tony Tony Tony!”

She laughed loudly, and I joined in, glad to be getting along with the woman. Who knows, maybe I could come back again to deliver something and catch her with a sleeveless top on?

After I explained about the stereo I was giving her daughter, Millie took me up on my offer to set it up for Linda, leading me up to her bedroom.

“Without a man around the house anymore, Linda and I could never figure out how to hook up something complicated like that,” Mrs. Groves said. “Plus, we don’t have a lot of money, so buying stereos is out for now. I’ll get you a soda while you figure out where to put it.”

Millie went downstairs, leaving me alone in Linda’s bedroom. I glanced around quickly, hoping to find a diary or something, but came up empty. I figured that a shelf of her bookcase would be as good as any place, so I rearranged the books so I could slide the turntable in there.

This “complicated” stereo system would take me about 30 seconds to “install”, and I probably could have had the speakers plugged in by the time Mrs. Groves got back upstairs with the soda, but I didn’t.

Instead I began to fiddle around with the wires and the connections, figuring that my day was shot anyway, so I might as well hang around for a bit. Mrs. Groves was very friendly, and seemed to have a nice pair of tits on her under that sweater. No harm in looking.

“Here’s your soda, Tony,” I heard Mrs. Groves say, and I glanced over and thanked her, then almost broke my neck as I did the most obvious double-take in history.

*******

The sweater was gone…

Mrs. Groves had put the soda on the table next to the book case and was now looking at me with amusement, clearly enjoying me trying to act like I wasn’t rattled.

Mrs. Groves had taken off the sweater. She was still fully dressed, but instead of a sweater Millie Groves was wearing a pink sleeveless top. Maybe she was just getting warm and decided to take off her sweater. It was possible, I supposed, but given the look she was giving me I didn’t think so.

I tried not to stare at the cantaloupe-sized breasts that hung unsupported under the clingy top, and went back to fiddling with the wires, while Linda’s mother leaned against the doorway and any chance of this wardrobe change being a coincidence flew out the door.

I didn’t even get the chance to wish for it to happen. That was how quickly Millie had raised her arm, putting her hand on the upper hinge of the door in an innocent relaxed way and leaving it there, doing everything possible except actually coming out and saying, “Look. This is what you came here to see. Look.”

So I did. I looked and Millie watched me as I looked at her exposed armpit. Linda had told me that her mother had the hairiest pits in the world, and while that wasn’t true – Becky still held that distinction – there was a whole lot of hair that sprouted wildly from under Millie’s upraised arm; medium brown hair that had a soft part in the center of her underarm with the hair heading upward and downward from there.

The length of the hair indicated that it had been quite a while since a razor had passed through there. I felt my face flush and my heart race as I forgot all about the speaker wire in my hand, so captivated was I by this bold exhibitionist display by Linda’s mother.

“My little girl wasn’t kidding,” Millie said, her voice breaking me out of my trance. “She told me that you had a thing for girls with hair under their arms.”

“She told you that?” I asked, my voice wobbling when I first spoke.

“Just girl talk,” Mrs. Groves explained. “I asked her why she wasn’t shaving any more and she told me it was because Ataşehir Escort you said you liked them hairy. Thought she was imitating me for a while.”

“My husband used to make me shave my pits everyday,” Millie continued. “When we broke up, I stopped, just to piss him off when he comes to see Linda. He thinks I look disgusting. You don’t, do you Tony?”

I shook my head as Mrs. Groves smiled and raised her other arm. Now she was holding onto the top of the door frames, stretching her lithe arms so that her hands could grip the ledge. She had nicely shaped arms, especially for a woman that had to be close to 50, and unlike her daughter, her forearms were virtually hairless.

“Linda told me some of the things you do to her armpits,” Millie said, biting her lower lip. “For such a straight-laced looking guy, you sure have a wild side to you.”

“Guess I could say the same thing about you,” I said, brushing the sweat off of my brow before it started to run down my face. “You and Linda sure do talk a lot.”

“We’re all each other have,” Mrs. Groves said. “You aren’t embarrassed about that, are you? She’s really stuck on you. She told me something else too. She said you’ve got a big cock. Doesn’t look like she was kidding either.”

Mrs. Groves was staring at my crotch where my erection was probably bulging as it was pinned over by my jeans pocket, and I blushed at her comment.

“It’s not big,” I told Mrs. Groves. “It’s thick.”

“My ex-husband had a long one, but it was skinny,” Mrs. Groves said. “I would sure like to try a thick one. Are you circumcised?”

“Yes.”

“Show me,” Mrs. Groves said, almost swinging in the doorway, her body rocking and swaying as she waited for me to do something. “Show me your cock.”

I started to unzip my fly, but suddenly stopped. Mrs. Groves must have thought that I was feeling guilty about doing it, but I had only stopped because I knew I would have trouble pulling my boner out of my pants.

“Don’t feel guilty,” Mrs. Groves interjected when I hesitated. “Linda won’t mind.”

I undid my belt and tugged my jeans down to my knees, and then brought my underwear down to join the pants. I heard Mrs. Groves inhale through her teeth as I gave my cock a tug or two before allowing it bob in front of me.

“Nice,” Millie said, and I saw that the thick pegs of her nipples were practically drilling holes in her blouse as she looked at me. “That’s a jaw breaker. Do you want me? Want me as bad as I want you?”

I nodded while stepping out of my pants, and Mrs. Groves dropped her hands, clutching the bottom of her blouse and peeling it up over her head. Her tits had a little sag in them, but they still looked great, and her beet red aureoles were the size of drink coasters.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and by the time it got past my eyes Mrs. Groves was kneeling in front of me, her mouth wet and open. Her lips slid halfway down my cock while her hands grabbed my ass cheeks hard.

I could see a bit of gray in the roots of her hair as I looked down at her expertly sucking my cock, and the sight of that silver actually turned me on. My hands went through her scalp before sliding down to her shoulders. Millie twitched when she felt my hands slide beneath her shoulders and under her arms.

Millie’s armpit hair was damp to the touch, and when I raked my fingers through the dense jungles she writhed in response, which inspired me to dig my fingernails in a little harder.

“Here,” Mrs. Groves gasped, stumbling to her feet and practically ripping her slacks off before falling onto the bed, her legs flying in the air as she clawed off her panties.

Her bush was just as profusely hairy as her armpits were, but I didn’t get a chance to get a good look at first because she wanted my cock in her. Now.

No foreplay. No gentle fingering or tender tonguing of her pussy. Millie Groves just wanted me to fuck her, and I knew that because that was how she phrased it.

“Fuck me!” she hissed, grabbing my cock savagely as I climbed on top of her, and as she guided me between the lips of her sex I could feel that she was dripping wet.

Linda’s mother was wild-eyed, looking at me with the kind of desperation that I didn’t understand but enjoyed seeing. It was such a different look than the prim middle-aged woman that had let me in the door less than an hour ago, and if her look was a bit crazed, the scream that came out of her throat when my cock plunged Maltepe Escort into her was sheer insanity.

Staying on top of Millie Groves was like trying to ride a bull. For such a petite woman, she was bucking and clawing like a woman possessed. I don’t think she realized how thick my cock was, but I knew how tight her pussy felt as I tore into that tight channel that felt as snug as a virgin’s.

I couldn’t tell when Millie’s orgasms began or ended, and I was enjoying it too much to care. What was important that she was enjoying it as much as I was, maybe more so, and it wasn’t until I finally shot my load deep into her pussy that Millie stopped clawing at my back.

“Oh damn, I needed that,” Millie gasped, throwing her hands back over her head as I suspended myself above her.

I knew what I needed, and lowered my head down to her exposed armpit, burying my face into the damp tuft of hair. Millie wasn’t wearing deodorant, so all I tasted was a faint hint of soap, and all I got when I inhaled deeply was whole lot of Millie’s natural aroma.

“Oh, that’s it Tony,” Millie cooed when I began licking her armpit hair. “That feels so good. Not used to that much hair, are you babe? Mmmm… that’s so nice. Bet you’ll get hard again real quick, won’t you?”

Her hand began to milk me hard, and as she found out, an almost 19 year old guy can get it up almost on demand. I was hard in a matter of minutes, and this time Millie climbed on top of me, straddling my cock and slowly impaling herself on me.

We lasted longer this time, with a passion that was just as intense as the first time, but without the frantic pace. Millie ground herself on me while I kneaded her doughy tits slowly and roughly.

“That’s it. Squeeze my tits. Squeeze them hard,” Millie implored me, and I did as she asked.

Her hands clamped onto my own, forcing me to knead them even harder, and that sent her on the way to another orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy seized up around my cock, and after she stopped shaking she looked exhausted.

“Did you cum for me, Tony?” Millie said softly.

I responded by thrusting myself up into her hard, and Millie groaned as she felt my hardness still throb inside of her. She put her right hand behind her head and looked over at her armpit.

“Look how sweaty you made me,” Millie said, running her left hair through the hairs that were pasted against the skin of her underarm, and when she heard me moan a little as a reaction to her fondling her armpit hair, leaned over and licked herself.

The sight of Millie’s tongue lapping at her own soggy armpit had me cumming instantly, and after my cock finally stopped spurting she leaned over and had me sample it along with her, our tongues slapping against each other in the salty pocket.

******

Before I left the house…

Millie took care of my erection, which had appeared when we took a shower together. She knelt in the tub and took care of me orally while I leaned back against the tiles and enjoyed it.

She was a fantastic cocksucker who had no problem with my girth, and as I came she was churning my balls in her palm, trying to drain me completely.

“So Linda won’t have to fight you off later,” her mother explained after swallowing all she could coax out of me.

I left the Groves house a weary but happy man, only to feel guilty when I thought about Linda. How would I be able to face her after what I had just done with her mother?

We were planning on going to see a movie that night, so when I picked her up, it was an uncomfortable ride with a lot of silent moments.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Linda said as we neared the theatre. “Did you have an interesting day?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said.

“Why don’t you tell me about it?” Linda asked as we got out of the car in the parking lot. “Did you enjoy it as much as my Mom did?”

I stopped dead in my tracks and swiveled to face her, but instead of seeing a crying or furious face, what I saw was Linda smiling at me.

“How…”

“She told me, silly,” Linda said excitedly. “When I stopped by her work before she said that she was so sore she didn’t think she would be able to finish her shift, but she said it was worth it.”

“And you aren’t mad?”

“Of course not,” Linda said. “I love my Mom, and she deserved a good time. She said you were the best she ever had, and that I should hang onto you with all my might.”

I sat through the movie, but I don’t even remember what it was that we were watching, so stunned was I at this crazy situation I found myself in.

Little did I know that the craziness wasn’t over yet.

*******

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Chrystal stood staring out the window at the falling snow. She had been looking forward to this trip for so long, and now that she was there, things just seemed perfect. She was finally going to be able to do what she’d wanted to do from the day she’d first met Matthew. The cabin was small and somewhat rustic, but quite cozy and perfect for their weekend together in the mountains. There was a soft glow from the lights of the Christmas tree in the corner and she could smell the scent of the candles burning throughout the room. Chrystal continued to watch the falling snow through the window. It was perfect!

Thinking about the snow outside, Chrystal felt a shiver course through her body and she, instinctively, wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms with her hands and shivering slightly. Suddenly she felt a blanket being wrapped around her shoulders. Here, Matthew said, This will keep you warm. As he draped the blanket over her shoulders, he wrapped it around her body, holding her tight. Chrystal sighed contentedly. It felt so good and so right to be there in his arms. She could feel the heat from his body through the blanket, and it caused another shiver to course through her. This shiver wasn’t from the cold like before, however, but rather from the excitement and anticipation of the weekend to come.

Chrystal closed her eyes and sighed softly. Matthew, taking this as a hint, leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against her neck. Chrystal let out a gentle moan and cocked her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck. Matthew continued gently kissing her neck, listening to her soft moans of pleasure. He couldn’t help but grin slightly at the thought of what this must be doing to her. He slowly moved a hand to cup one of her breasts in order to test his theory. Sure enough, he found her nipple was hard and erect. As his fingers brushed over her nipple through the soft material of her blouse, she cooed softly and Matthew grinned again. He’d have his way with her tonight. She was putty in his hands and would give him every pleasure he desired, and there was no doubt of that in his mind.

Come on, let’s get you warmed up! Matthew whispered in her ear, as he took her by the hand and led her over to the rug that sat near the fireplace. Slowly, he helped her down to the floor, then sat down beside her. He reached out his hand to brush her long blonde hair away from her cheek, then leaned forward and kissed her gently. Chrystal wasted no time in accepting his kiss and hungrily opened her mouth, letting his tongue slip inside. Slowly their arms wrapped around each other and he laid her back on the floor, pressing his body firmly against hers as the kiss lingered and grew more passionate. Matthew’s hands roamed over her body now, savoring the feel of every inch and every curve of her body. His hands found the buttons on her blouse and slowly he began to unfasten them, one by one, leaving a trail of kisses along her chest and stomach as he slowly slid the shirt over her shoulders. Pulling her up, he slid the shirt down her arms and off of her body, tossing it towards the couch then kissing her passionately. He pulled away and removed his own shirt then grinned at her. My chest is completely naked, now it’s your turn. He looked at her with a gleam in his eye. Chrystal knew this look, she’d seen it on his face before. She knew exactly what he wanted her to do and, without skipping a beat, she slowly reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and slid it off of her body, letting her large breasts fall freely. Matthew grinned Kartal Escort and reached out and gently tweaked one of her nipples between his fingers before lowering his mouth to the pretty pink bud. Chrystal moaned and cupped his head in her hands, holding him to her chest, like a mother nursing her baby.

Mathew’s hands continued to roam over her body. Finding the waistband of her pants, he undid the button and pulled down the zipper before Chrystal could even think about what was happening. Slowly he slid her pants and silky panties off of her body, trailing kisses all the way down her body. He discarded the articles of clothing and reached out, gently massaging her thighs, gazing down at her. He could see the soft glow from her moist pussy in the light of the fire. He leaned forward and left gentle kisses along her thighs. Chrystal moaned softly and opened her legs wider, giving him free access to do as he pleased with her. A smug grin spread across Matthew s face. He definitely enjoyed the knowledge that he had this kind of power over her. Chrystal was known for being a flirt and a bit of a tease, but Matthew knew there was a wilder side to her and tonight she would reveal it to him in ways that even she had never imagined.

Leaning forward, Matthew gently kissed along Chrystal’s inner thighs until he found the warm moist lips that he had been longing to taste. He let his tongue slide along the length of them, listening to Chrystal’s moans of pleasure. He grinned delightedly as Chrystal reached down and parted her lips for him, giving him complete access to her. He quickly flicked his tongue over her clit and grinned at the sudden gasp that escaped her lips. He sucked her clit into his mouth, running his tongue over it and moving one of his hands to finger fuck her pussy. He stopped licking her only long enough to watch as he insterted one finger, then pulled it out and added another, then another, until he had all but his thumb inside of her. He fucked her with his fingers, watching her face, enjoying the view of her writhing. Please Matthew!

Matthew grinned knowingly, but he wanted to hear her beg for it. Please what, baby?

Please lick my clit. I want you to eat me until I cum all over your fingers. Matthew grinned again, knowing that she belonged completely to him. She would do anything he asked and tonight would far exceed her expectations. Leaning forward, he hungrily sucked her clit into his mouth and ravaged her pussy. He could feel her pussy tightening around his fingers and, knowing she was about to cum, he began pumping them harder in and out of her dripping pussy while he continued to lick and suck on her hard clit. She was arching her back now, lifting her hips up to meet his every thrust. He didn’t even need to move his hand now. She was forcing his fingers deeper inside of her pussy and grinding it against his face when he felt her body tighten and begin to quiver. With one sudden movement he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and moved up kissing her on the lips, letting her taste her juices on his mouth and face. Fuck me Matthew! Fuck my pussy, please!

Matthew kissed her nose playfully and whispered, Not just yet baby. I have other plans in mind for you. He grinned and suddenly she heard a knock at the door. Answer the door baby! He told her, an evil grin was spread from ear to ear as she, without argument or question stood to her feet and opened the door. There stood Steven. Chrystal had met Steven on a group outing to the beach. She’d noticed him eyeing her a thousand times that day, and Yakacık Escort now was definitely no exception.

Well, it looks like you were definitely holding back details, my friend. He said to Matthew as he let himself in and grabbed Chrystal by the arm, pulling her back to her place on the floor. She felt a twinge of pain as he roughly threw her to the ground.

Easy there man! Matthew scolded him, She’s willing, you don’t have to be so rough on her. She’s going to behave tonight, aren’t you baby? He said as he kissed her tenderly. Chrystal had momentarily felt a wave of fear go through her, but Matthew’s calming voice and soothing kiss erased any bit of fear from her mind. She wanted to please him more than anything, and she would do anything in order to do that. Matthew had, by now, taken off his pants and was naked, pressing his body against hers and kissing her passionately. Steven’s gonna fuck your pussy baby, and I’m going to sit back and enjoy watching him fuck you. You like that, don’t you baby?

Chrystal smiled knowingly and nodded her head, Mmmhmmm.

Good girl! Matthew smiled and lowered his head to gently brush his tongue over her hard nipples and Steven, now completely naked, knelt between her thighs and placed the head of his large cock up against her pussy, slowly sliding just the head in. Chrystal hadn’t imagined how large he was and it hurt a bit at first. Matthew kissed her gently, whispering to her. Does that feel good baby? That nice thick, hard cock pressed against your pussy. You want it, don’t you? Matthew’s words were driving her over the edge and she began to move her hips towards him, taking him deeper inside of her with each movement. Suddenly he thrust his cock completely inside of her and she let out a cry, but continued moving her hips to meet him. Never before had she known this kind of pain mixed with such pleasure. Steven’s cock was stretching her insides like she had never felt before, and she looked over and saw Matthew, gazing intently at the huge cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, stroking his own cock as he delighted in the sights and sounds of the two fucking. Chrystal was in heaven. She wrapped her legs around Steven’s back, pulling him even deeper inside of her as she bucked her hips to meet his every thrust. She felt herself falling over the edge, past the point of all reason. She could feel his balls tightening and clamped her pussy tightly around him, crying out as a wave of pleasure hit her and she came all at once. She tightened down on him even more, not wanting to let him go, and he exploded inside of her.

In one swift movement, he slid his cock out of her pussy and into her mouth. She hungrily sucked and licked the mixture of juices off of his cock. Suddenly she felt Matthew’s tongue dart inside of her dripping pussy. She hadn’t even noticed him slide between her legs. He licked along her pussy lips and fucked her with his tongue, lapping up every drop of juices and cum he could get. She could feel herself about to cum again and it brought her joy knowing how Matthew would love having her cum all over his face. She felt the pressure building up inside of her and she let out a muffled scream and the moans of pleasure as she continued sucking Steven’s cock which was growing harder and harder by the second.

Matthew stopped licking her pussy and grinned. Hey Steve, wanna see how much she can handle of this? he pulled a long, thick vibrator out of the bag laying near them.

Steven smiled devilishly, I’ve got a good idea of how we can make her absolutely Kadıköy Escort scream with pleasure. He climbed off of her face and turned her over onto her hands and knees. Matthew smiled knowingly and climbed underneath her pussy, sliding the vibrator inside of her and returned to licking and sucking her clit while he fucked her pussy with the vibrator. He paused long enough for Steven to slide his cock inside of her pussy, getting it good and wet and then moving it towards her ass. Matthew fucked her pussy slowly with the vibrator, without even turning it on, while Steven slowly inserted his cock into her ass. She bucked her hips back meeting each the vibrator in her pussy one way and then the dick in her ass the other. Steve was now buried completely in her ass and she was moaning, completely overcome from the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. She couldn’t believe she had both holes so completely filled. She leaned her head forward and began to suck Matthew’s hard dick. God how she wanted to feel that thing buried deep inside her pussy. She closed her eyes and imagined the vibrator inside of her was his cock, fucking her until she came all over him.

Tell me what you want baby. She heard Matthew whisper. All she could manage was a muffled moan. Matthew turned the vibrator on and slid it out of her pussy, rubbing it against her clit then sliding it back inside of her pussy, turned it off again, and just held it there. Again he repeated, Tell me what you want baby.

This time there was no holding back. She let his cock slide out of her mouth and looked back at him, I want you to fuck me hard with that toy. Make me cum all over it so I can lick and suck it all clean. I wanna taste my juices all over it.

Matthew was overjoyed to hear her talking this way. He knew she would do anything he asked her to do now. What do you want from Steve? he asked with a grin.

Oh God, fuck my ass Steve. Cum inside my tight little ass. Fill me up with your hard dick until you spray your cum all over my insides. She was now bucking back against him, her muscles tightening.

Suck my dick baby, while I fuck that pretty little pussy and Steve fucks your ass. Obediently Chrystal sucked his dick inside of her mouth again and ravaged it like a hungry animal. Matthew rammed the vibrator into her pussy again, this time turning it on high and fucked her with it. He could see Steve’s balls tightening and, knowing that he could feel the vibrations through her body, he fucked her harder with the toy, licking and sucking her clit until he felt her body start to quiver and shake. He knew she was about to have the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced and this only drove him to fuck her harder. Her muffled cries made it obvious that she was falling over the edge and she began to buck her hips back and forth slamming hard on the toy first and then on Steven’s cock. Steven’s balls tightened and he let out a cry as he came inside of her ass, this drove Chrystal to another orgasm and Matthew pulled the vibrator out of her quickly and suddenly.

As Steve fell back, exhausted, Matthew turned Chrystal over and came up near her face. Stroke my cock baby. I want to cum all over those big beautiful tits of yours. She gently stroked his cock and reached down with her other hand to rub her pussy. She could feel yet another orgasm coming over her as she heard the moans of pleasure from Matthew, knowing he was about to cum, she stroked faster now, milking every bit of cum from his cock, emptying it out onto her tits. Matthew leaned over and kissed her deeply. Merry Christmas baby! He whispered before kissing her again and curling up, holding her in his arms. Chrystal smiled knowing that she’d been able to pleasure him without him having even fucked her himself yet but then again, the night was still young!

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Karen was starting to worry. The “motivational coach” was coming for her first weight control session and Karen had not been totally truthful. When she contacted him, she told him she was 5’ 4” and weighted 135 pounds. Summer was rapidly approaching and she wanted to drop 10 pounds before the swim suit season.

Karen was really 10 or 12 pounds heavier and she knew from their telephone conversation that he would be very strict, that he would discipline her for any misrepresentation.

“Are you sure that’s what you weigh,” he challenged her.

“Yes,” she insisted. And In a moment of temporary insanity Karen even suggested that he paddle her, with her old college sorority paddler if she couldn’t stick to his diet plan, or if what she told him wasn’t true,.

“That won’t be necessary, to use your college paddle. I bring my own equipment.”

He went on to warn her. “This isn’t a joke, Karen, because I will paddle you if you’ve been untruthful, or if I decide that’s the motivation you require.”

He continued. “When I was a kid, we used to say ‘Liar, liar, pants on fire,’ if we caught another kid telling a lie. But in your case, Karen, your ass will be on fire if you’ve not been totally honest with me.”

Karen’s stomach was in knots thinking about this. By the time the doorbell rang she was almost in a panic. At the instant the bell sounded she wished she could go and hide. Why did I ever get started with this, she asked herself. But from many years of dieting failure, Karen knew she didn’t have the self-discipline required to lose weight. So she went to the door and opened it.

The motivational coach was in his early 40s, 5’9”, trim, athletic. He had short blond hair and very blue eyes; he carried a small briefcase.

“Hi, I’m Denis. You must be Karen. And you know why I’m here.”

“Yes.”

“And you understand my methods?

“Yes …” with some hesitation in her voice.

“Then are you ready for your first weight-in?”

“Yes, I guess so …”

“Good, then we can get started. First of all get the scale, and then take off your clothes. You can wear your bra and panties for now.”

Karen didn’t think he would be so direct. Or that she would have to taken off her clothing. She froze in apprehension.

“What’s the matter? Can’t you follow a simple instruction? Do I have to spank you already?”

“I thought …”

“If you could think, you wouldn’t need me to train you. Now get the scale.”

Without waiting for an answer, he opened his case and took out the strap. It was made of black leather, about 2 inches wide and maybe two and a half feet long. It appeared to be very flexible and it was warn with age. He doubled it over and wrapped it once around his fist. Then he hit her once on the ass, hard.

“Ahhh!”

“Now get going! Unless you want me to give you another!”

Karen was dumbfounded. She knew corporal punishment was part of his motivational method, “negative reinforcement” he called it, but she didn’t think it would Maltepe Escort be quite like this. She ran from the room but came back quickly. Karen didn’t want to risk being hit again. She faced him as she bent over to put the scale on the floor. She didn’t want to give him a target. Then she stood up, and looked at him dumbly. Karen was in a daze.

“Now strip, before I give you another.”

“Please?”

This time he hit her on the front of her legs, just above the knees. Karen didn’t need another reminder. Quickly she took off her blouse, and then her slacks. Karen stood there in her bra and panties, trying to look calm, but her heart was beating a mile a minute.

He looked at her closely, up and down.

“Nice tits but you have too much belly. We’ll need to get you to do sit-ups and crunches on a regular basis – to tighten you up – to work off some of the excess flab.”

Karen blushed.

“Now get on the scale. It should read 135 I believe.”

Before she got on the scale, Karen knew the answer. It was a digital scale and it would read exactly147 pounds.

“Is the scale broken?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“I don’t understand.”

“’No, sir’ is the correct response,” as he gave her the strap across her ass another time. Without her slacks, it hurt even more.

“We’ll try one more time. Is the scale broken?”

“No … sir.”

“It reads 147 pounds?”

“Yes, sir.”

“An eating binge in the last 2 days?”

“No ….. sir,” with lots of hesitation in her voice.

“So you weren’t being totally truthful?

“No, sir.”

“And you know I’m going to punish you for that …”

“I expect so, sir.”

“For being 12 pounds over, I’m going to give you a dozen with the strap on your fat ass.”

That comment hurt.

“And then you’ll take another dozen on the backs of your legs for lying. I told you this isn’t a joke, Karen. But apparently you think it is. To let you know I’m very serious, I have a special way to motivate you to do better next time.”

Karen was afraid to ask what it might be.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered. Then he made her lean over the back of a chair, her legs wide apart, to take the first dozen, hard, on her ass. Since her junior year in college Karen had trimmed her pubic hair, and in that revealing position her pussy and asshole were clearly visible.

For the second dozen, Karen was made to kneel on the seat of the chair with her legs together. There wasn’t anything to see, but it hurt a lot more when he spanked her on the backs of her legs.

After the beating he made Karen lean over the back of the chair again. It was the same humiliating position as before, standing up on her toes, with her legs open apart. At first she thought he was going to fuck her in the ass.

“Don’t move,” he warned.”

She could hear him walking to his briefcase, and then he came back.

“Karen, it’s clear you need to be motivated. You really do need a discipline program to develop Anadolu Yakası Escort your self control.”

He walked in front of her as she leaned over the chair.

“Look up, Karen, look at me.” He showed her something small, wrapped in gold foil, about the size of a large bullet.

“It’s a suppository – a very effective suppository. It contains just a little bit of powdered ginger – enough to get your attention. It’s very effective for certain kinds of training.”

Karen watched as he unwrapped the suppository. She had heard of them, had seen them in bottles in the drug store, but had never really seen one close up.

Then he was in back of her again, spreading the cheeks of her ass with one hand. Slowly he teased the pucker of her asshole with his middle finger. Over the phone Karen had confessed that she had always been a little bit anal. She didn’t tell him she was the kind of girl who likes a guy to put his finger up her ass when she was 69ing. That was too personal. But the disciplinarian’s finger felt nice, much nicer than the strap. Karen started to wiggle her ass against his hand, so he slapped her hard.

“This isn’t for your pleasure,” and he slapped her a second time

Then he put the suppository into her. It went in easily, and then he pushed it up her ass as far as he could.

“Stay very still,” he warned, “or I’ll use the strap again.” Karen was too afraid to move, and he kept his finger up her ass for at least a minute to give the suppository time to melt.

“I think this needs to be a real learning experience. Get over there, in the corner, hands on your head, nose up against the wall. Let’s see if you can do 20 minutes. And if I ever catch you lying to me again, I’ll take you to a shopping mall, put another one of these up your ass, and walk you around for half an hour.”

But for now, it was just the corner that she dreaded. Years ago Karen hated doing corner time as punishment. Being ordered to stand in the corner with her nose up against the wall brought back a flood of painful childhood memories. Now that she was a grown woman it was even more painful. G-d, it was so humiliating, being treated like a naughty child.

“Not that, please. I don’t like the corner.

He gave her 3 or 4 with the strap to get her moving. Reluctantly, Karen clinched the cheeks of her pudgy ass and waddled over to the corner. Without having to be told, she put her hands on top her head.

Why 20 minutes, Karen asked herself, as she stood in the corner. Within a minute or two Karen could feel the burning sensation caused by the ginger. Soon after her stomach started churning, and after 15 painful minutes it was clear she needed to evacuate.

“Please, sir.”

“What is it?”

“I need to go.”

“Go where?”

“You know, sir, to go, to the bathroom.”

“In 5 minutes.”

“My stomach hurts, sir. I can’t hold it that long.” Karen clinched the cheeks of her ass as tight as she could.

“I know this is painful Ümraniye Escort for you, Karen, but you’ll just have to learn self-control.”

Karen clinched the cheeks of her ass even tighter as her stomach continued to churn. Finally it was over and he let go. He watch in amusement as she shuffled very slowly, not wanting to have an accident, as she made her way to the bathroom.

“Keep the door open and take a shower when you’re finished. And don’t play with yourself in the shower. Remember, I want you squeaky clean when I fuck you.”

Karen did as she was told. It was embarrassing enough having to relieve herself knowing that he could hear her, but at least he didn’t watch.

Karen was careful to was her pussy and the crack of her ass, and she came out of the bathroom, naked and still slightly damp. He immediately pushed her over the back of the chair a third time, and for no reason at all, he used the strap again, 6 more on her legs and another 6 on her ass.

Karen was whimpering by the time he finished.

“Now for your reward – something to remember of your first session.”

Karen though he’d fuck her from the back, doggy style. Instead, he spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand, and started to lube her asshole with the other. It was always so cold, right from the tube. First he teased her, circled the pucker of her asshole, then one finger in. He played with her for a while, one finger in and out, then the second finger.

“Need to get you open, nice and wide.” That was a considerate thought.

Karen heard the zipper and looked back to check out his cock. He was slightly on the short side, just a little more then 6 inches she guessed, but thick. She wasn’t an anal virgin, not our Karen, so she knew he would have to work to get into her. So Karen relaxed and exhaled and pushed against him when he was ready, and it didn’t hurt quite as much as she though it would.

When he was all the way in, Karen could feel his pubic hair against her ass.

“Karen, you’ll have to learn to follow my instructions,” he warned. He proceeded to hand spank her already very red ass for at least five minutes, to make sure she understood what he was telling her. He stayed stiff all the time – kept her asshole tightly plugged. Then he got down to some serious butt fucking. Slow, deep strokes, deep into her bowels. Then almost all the way out. Then slowly back in, filling her, stuffing her . All the while he squeezed the nipple of one tit, as hard as he could with one hand, while played with her clit with the other.

G-d, she liked it like that, his deep strokes, filling her rectum. She was almost there, just about ready to cum, when he picked up the pace. He held her in place, one hand on her hip, the other hand in her thick dark hair, as he stabbed her in the ass with his thick cock, stabbed her with short, hard strokes. All of a sudden he moaned, a long “ahhhh,” as he came in slow spurts. At that moment she felt his hot cum filling her rectum. Karen whimpered as she let herself go, as she felt the explosion of her orgasm.

He kept his cock in her, pumping her, fucking her, as she trembled, as she moaned, as she came and came and came. Finally, he slipped his limp cock from her ass.

“Thank you, sir,” was all she said when it was over.

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(Day 23)

When Rob awoke and turned over, he found Cindy sitting up in bed, staring at nothing. She blinked and looked at him and gave him a weak smile.

Rob took it as a good sign.

“How are you feeling this morning my love?”

“Hungry.” Was her only reply.

“Well why don’t you go get cleaned up while I order a room service breakfast? The douche and enema tubes are in that Chasti-Permalock bag. You’ll need to use them.”

Cindy didn’t’ particularly care for the reminder of her ‘appliance’, but she crawled out of bed, slipped on her mules and dipped into the bag to find the two devices. They were in individual, clear plastic cases under some pouches. She grabbed them and walked into the bathroom.

She sat on the toilet and plugged in her little penis. She had to bend over to look past her big boobs and see the flow commence. When it stopped, she unplugged and quickly rinsed it in the sink. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to that procedure. The thought of owning a little dick and peeing through it was just too absurd.

It took some doing and a lot of fiddling to complete the internal cleansing process. It felt very mechanical to her. After all, she was just plugging things into holes in her crotch. She couldn’t feel much of anything down there. They weren’t her own pussy and ass hole, but the appliance’s holes, front and back. It just seemed very weird. The only thing she did feel was the water as it flowed in, and then out again.

Afterwards she took a shower. Using the hand-held part of the spray she washed her crotch, but didn’t feel the once pleasant impact of the water on her vagina and anus. She missed that too.

She started feeling sorry for herself and started to tear up. How could this be happening, she thought? How could Rob do this to me? How did it go this far? But the answer was obvious. They had taken to living out their fantasies, not really understanding the difference between dreams and their implications on reality. Now they, particularly she, was stuck with it.

With that realization, she actually started feeling a little better. She was, after all, actually living the things she’d secretly dreamed about. She realized that that was the case for Rob too. A wife with a Chasti-Permalock appliance must have been one of his biggest dreams. He must be overjoyed. Deep down she was glad that she could give him that happiness.

When she started soaping and massaging her new breasts, she started to get that sexy tingling feeling in her pussy. At least that, was still there and feeling fine. She took her time in the shower, examining by feel the appliance sealed to her crotch. As she worked her hands from front to back, it felt smooth over her mons, at least until she hit the tiny seam where the extended plug for her vagina covered her clit. Then came her tiny pee hole, just in front of the two-part plug in her vagina. After that she felt the jack for her recharger followed by the two-part plug for her ass hole. She followed the thing as it narrowed and ran up her ass crack until it ended just below her tailbone. There was some sort of round socket back there that she hadn’t noticed before, and it hadn’t been mentioned, that she could recall. She’d have to ask Rob if he knew what it was.

After feeling herself up, ‘hah’, she finished her shower and then worked on her makeup and hair before walking out into the bedroom.

Luckily, she had just missed the delivery of breakfast. She giggled, thinking about what would have happened if the server had still been there when she stepped out nude and with the appliance in place between her legs. How would they have explained that? She thought. How would she explain it to anyone in the years to come? Hmm. Good question.

They ate breakfast hungrily and with little conversation. Rob was still keeping a low profile, waiting for Cindy to give him some indication about how she felt. Cindy was still trying to figure out how she felt.

When they had finished their last piece of toast. Rob looked at Cindy and said, simply, “well?”

She looked at him, “it’s really weird. I don’t know what to think. We may have gone too far with our fantasy fulfillment, but I guess it’s too late now. I suppose I’m going to have to get used to the new me.”

Rob let out a sigh of relief. “That’s my girl. My sexy new wife. I’m so excited by the new you, let’s give it a try?” With that he brought his watch/controller up and started pressing some buttons. He set the pussy and ass vibrators to a 4 setting and the clit vibrator to just a one, for the moment.”

Cindy jerked and grabbed her crotch. She stood up and staggered over to the bed and collapsed onto the mattress.

Rob followed and laid down beside her. She wiggled until she was laying on her side, her head on his chest. He hugged her, and massaged her breasts, taking breaks periodically to slowly manipulate the controls for her vibrators. Ramping up her pleasure, then adjusting it down for a while before taking it back Bostancı Escort up, higher.

Cindy was really enjoying the feelings. She could feel her excitement growing rapidly. She had to admit to herself that the new appliance was fabulous for giving her pleasure like she had never experienced before.

And then she came. And it took her breath away, it felt so very good.

Rob slowed things down for a while, before slowly ramping things up again. This time he took her clit vibrator up to a seven before she exploded in another orgasm, that seemed bigger than the last.

When he didn’t think she could take any more, he again backed all of the vibrators down to much lower settings; her clit one to zero. He toyed with her for a full hour before starting another cycle. Slowly speeding things up until her pussy and ass vibrators were at nine and her clit at eight.

Cindy was afraid she was going to go crazy, her orgasm exploded and she saw stars for a few seconds before panting “Oh master, please stop. I can’t take any more. I’ll die!”.

Rob, happily cut the speeds down to minimal levels and allowed his lover to recover.

After many minutes, Cindy sighed and rolled off of Rob’s chest. She was still breathing heavily, but was slowing down. She had a contented smile on her face, and even though she was covered in sweat and her make-up was a mess, Rob thought she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

Finally, she said, simply “Oh my God! This thing is fantastic! I just may be able to live with it.” Before she broke out laughing.

They lay there for another couple of hours, dozing. Both happy and relieved that they had come to terms with the new appliance and its magical powers. Permanent though they may be.

They finally stirred into motion. Rob grabbed the bathroom and got cleaned up. He was so horny he almost wanked himself off in the shower, but decided he could hold off until later. He was dying to see how the new appliance would feel when it swallowed his dick.

Cindy did a repeat of the morning’s tasks in the bathroom. Getting more comfortable with the processes, but still feeling odd about the whole thing.

As she came out, Rob was opening the boxes from Amour Fétiche, and joining in, Cindy realized that she was excited to get back into her sexy latex outfits.

All of her original cat suits, body suits, bras, panties and corsets were packed in paper wrappings. Even the new leather over-bust corset with its bigger cups. It was like Christmas, unwrapping all of her presents! She noticed that there were new, white corsets, to go with the original black and royal blue pair.

She could immediately see that they had all been modified to fit her new breasts, and that none of them included padded cups – there was no need. Her breasts were now huge, as is! She also saw that none of them included plugs or dildos, nor did they have locks on the crotch zippers any more, again there was no need.

One odd thing that she noted was that they included holes about 2 inches in diameter at the top of the butt. All included small covers, in place to fill the holes. She wasn’t sure what they were for, but Rob said he would show her later.

First, they had to decide what to wear to go out for lunch.

Rob picked out his favorite royal blue cat suit and the matching over-bust corset – for added support. Cindy was happy that the cat suit fit her perfectly. As Rob laced the corset, tighter and tighter, Cindy remembered that it had been resized to take her waist down to 20 inches. As her waist had shrunk over the past couple of weeks, she had gotten more comfortable with the older corsets that took her to 22. The new ones were once again very tight, and it took them quite a while to get them laced to their target size. Once again Cindy had trouble breathing, bending and twisting under the new restrictions.

She admitted to herself, that it felt really good to be back wearing her latex and corset.

Rob then moved onto her tall pony boots. They were laced and locked along with her corset. It had been several days since she had worn the tall hooved boots and it took her a few minutes to get used to them.

Cindy slipped a pretty little dress over her head and pulled her neck chain out and down in front, and was ready to go.

They walked around, window shopping and had lunch at a café where Cindy could only eat a little due to her new corset.

Later in the afternoon Rob said, “let’s head back to the hotel, I need to check out your new appliance. Just to make sure that it works as well for me as it does for you.”

Cindy gave him a sly grin, “oh, I’m not sure if you’re up for it. It almost killed me; you know. It just might do you in.”

“I’ll take my chances, and I bet you’ll enjoy yourself too.”

Cindy, feeling devilish and not a little anxious for more great sex, stepped out into the street and waved down a passing cab. She told the driver to get them to their hotel, right Anadolu Yakası Escort now!

Upon arrival, they ran into the front door like a couple of ecstatic children, just released from school at the start of summer vacation.

They were still laughing and giggling and pawing at one another when they got into their room.

In no time, they were on the bed, kissing and hugging with all the passion they could muster.

Rob unzipped Cindy’s blue latex crotch, and used his controller to unlock Cindy’s front plug. It came away, exposing the hole for her vagina and uncovering her engorged clit. As he positioned himself between her legs, she took it from his hand and examined it. She had never really seen the thing, outside of her body and found it fascinating. It was ingenious how it covered her clit, yet allowed her penis to plug through and into her catheter while filling her vagina with that perfect vibrating phallus.

In the mean-time, Rob had slid down her body and was applying his mouth and tongue to her exposed clit. Her vagina gaped open, held by the appliance’s collar. Rob could also feel the attachments that held her catheter in place. He knew that the valve on the thing wouldn’t allow any urine to leak out. He had no interest in that kink.

While he licked and sucked, he used the controller to turn on the anal vibrator. He could feel its action through the appliance.

Cindy enjoyed Rob’s attention immensely, but the feelings were muted by the covering of her pussy lips and the collar that held her open. They blocked a lot of the sensations she usually felt. It was disappointing, but somehow, she was kind of excited by the restriction.

Cindy did reach a nice orgasm from Rob’s work on her exposed clit.

Immediately afterward, Rob slid up and pushed his very hard cock into the appliance’s front hole – Cindy’s new vagina. She only felt the front part of his cock as it reached deeper into her uterus. She couldn’t feel it until then.

Rob found that his cock fit in the appliances hole perfectly, snug but not tight on his fully engorged member. The collar that held Cindy so open, was just the right size to gently grip his cock. It felt good, but a little rigid and cold where his balls contacted the appliance.

As he started to pump, Cindy was again disappointed that she couldn’t feel all that much, and there was no contact with her clit; although it wasn’t covered, it was too shielded by the appliance that framed it.

Rob, was really turned on by the whole thing. Although his cock wasn’t feeling Cindy’s pussy lips, as it always had, it could feel the soft moist flesh of her vagina.

He could also feel the vibrations emanating from the rear plug, as they transmitted through the entire appliance. That felt good on his cock and balls.

It wasn’t long before he exploded, and filled her pussy with his cum. She felt it, warm inside her and it did feel good, but she was still disappointed in the whole process. My god, she thought she had just described sex as a ‘process’. Cindy suddenly understood that fucking was now a totally different experience for her. Her body was now fully under the control of Rob and the appliance as far as sex was concerned. Where the orgasms and enjoyment she received from the appliance and its vibrators were truly fantastic and mind-blowing, the sex from Rob’s once treasured cock was now only so-so.

It was all so confusing, upsetting and arousing…

Rob, though, was blown away by the whole thing. He had had a fantastic orgasm, perhaps his greatest ever, and he realized that it was as much from the mental aspects as the physical. As he had been screwing dear Cindy, he was thinking of who she had become, and what he had done to her. Her sex was now fully under his control and it was the most erotic thing he had ever dreamed of. Oh, there were more fantasies yet unfulfilled, but the Chasti appliance was by far his ultimate dream. And, it would be like this forever!

As he came down, he pulled out of the appliance’s hole and reinserted the plug, locking it away with his watch. He also adjusted it to a slow vibrate setting in her vagina, nothing to her clit.

Cindy just lay in the bed, unmoving, lost in thought.

Rob climbed out and went into the shower, coming out 20 minutes later clean and happy.

He saw that Cindy hadn’t moved.

“Hey, are you hungry? Why don’t you go and get cleaned out and we’ll go out and celebrate?”

She looked at him, “is this the way it’s going to be from now on? The sex, I mean. The orgasms I had from the thing were fantastic, but I didn’t get anywhere near the wonderful feelings from your cock, that I used to get. I don’t like that. I miss feeling your cock slide into me.”

Rob didn’t know what to say. He bent over and kissed her, “Honey, I know that it’s all new and strange, but isn’t it a huge turn-on? I think we’ll get better as we practice, and it will always be a fun and exciting.”

As soon as Ataşehir Escort he said ‘always’ he knew that it was the wrong thing to say. And Cindy’s reaction told him so. She started to tear up.

The permanency of the Chasti, was a big deal to both of them. Rob knew that he loved the idea of permanent control of his wife’s sex. He also knew that Cindy hadn’t gotten used to the idea, and might never get there.

He laid down on the bed and pulled Cindy into an all-encompassing hug, and just held her tightly for a long time. He then whispered into her ear, “we’ll be fine, I love you so. I’m so proud of what we’ve done. You’ll be mine forever.”

Rob’s loving attention and words made Cindy feel better. She was his, forever, and if nothing else, the Chasti would keep them connected forever.

She hugged him, as tightly as she could for a few seconds, and then started crawling out of bed.

She walked a bit unsteadily into the bathroom, and went through the mechanical processes of peeing through her penis, and cleansing herself with the douche and enema devices. She found that she could accomplish all of those delicate operations with the cat suit’s crotch zipper open. That was kind of cool, she could stay in her latex that much longer. She zipped herself closed performed the more normal tasks of makeup and hair.

As was the norm these days, Rob was already dressed. He gave her a passionate hug and kiss and handed her one her pretty new dresses. It was, of course, low cut and short skirted. Cindy pulled it on over her head, and got it situated so it would be at least reasonably acceptable in public, and they headed out.

They walked slowly down the streets, looking for a nice place to eat. Cindy’s clip, clop steps drawing attention to her feet, her latex and corset displayed her beautiful body and her dress drew attention to her big breasts. Cindy once again enjoyed the stares. They both excited her and humiliated her, to be so on display, and so sexy and slutty in front of everybody. She also found it arousing when she thought about what the gawkers would think if they knew that under her dress her appliance was permanently sealed to her body and that the plugs that were locked into her holes were vibrating and driving her crazy with lust.

Eventually, Rob grew tired of showing off his sexy wife and they picked a restaurant for dinner. Instead of keeping Cindy on display in the center of the room, he steered them to a table in a back corner. Cindy was a little surprised. She had expected to be the subject of attention through dinner.

Half-way through dinner, she began to understand why they were sitting out of the limelight. Rob began fiddling with his watch and she started feeling the vibrations ramp up in her vagina and ass. They felt really good, and she started swaying and squirming in her chair. But when the vibrator over her clit came to life, she let out a little squeal, and embarrassed, she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth and froze in place. She had drawn the attention of some of the people sitting nearby. But after a few seconds they went back to their meals and conversations. Rob was smiling devilishly, and she gave him a look, followed by a gasp, when he adjusted the clit vibrator higher.

“Stop, oh please stop, I’ can’t come in here, in front of all of these people, she begged.”

“Hmm, ” he said, “Is that how you ask?”

Cindy knew what he wanted. Frustrated and embarrassed, she whispered, “oh Master, please can you turn off the vibrators?”

“Turn them off? Oh no, that wouldn’t be any fun. And, I can barely hear you, anyway.”

Now Cindy was getting desperate, her clit, pussy and ass were all coming to life in a big way, and she was so humiliated she knew she was red as a beat.

In a more conversational tone, loud enough to be heard by the people around them, she repeated herself, “oh master, can you please turn down my vibrators?”

Several of the people around them glanced over at Cindy, confused and unsure of what they had just heard. Cindy was absolutely mortified.

Rob nodded sagely, and said “Of course my dear, if that’s what you want,” and he slowly adjusted the vibrator for her clit down to a minimal setting and the ones in her other holes down to a middling speed.

Cindy sighed with relief and kept her head bowed, looking at her plate until the other diners turned away. She did catch one woman at the next table give her a knowing smile and a wink, before turning back and whispering something to her date. They both giggled like school kids.

At first Cindy was angry with Rob for torturing and embarrassing her so, in front of so many. But the more she thought about the show they’d just put on, the more aroused she got. She had almost lost control and orgasmed in front of a restaurant full of people, forced to that state by Rob and her Chasti.

The more she thought about it the hornier she got. Just as they finished paying their bill, she finally blurted out, “Oh master, can we please go back to the hotel now? I need sex.”

Rob, was so surprised that he choked on the sip of wine he had just taken. He immediately stood up, and grabbing Cindy’s hand, led her out through the restaurant, ignoring the surprised looks from those who had heard her words.

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Lynne was hunched on the edge of the couch, her arms wrapped around her. Her downcast eyes followed feet pacing before her. When they stopped, she raised doleful brown eyes to Gary’s face. Neither spoke. She knew that he was furious. Hands clasped in her lap, she lowered her eyes, and waited for the tirade to break over her head.

“Lynne…look at me!” he barked.

A tear slid down her cheek as she obeyed. Gary took a deep breath, raked his hands through his hair and started to speak. He shook his head, turned, walked a few feet away and stood with his back to her. Lynne chewed her finger as she waited. She had never seen him like this before.

He turned to face her. “What in the name of Heaven were you thinking?”

Lynne flinched, but kept her eyes on the floor. From the corner of her eye, she saw the feet take up their stance in front of her again.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was when that squad car pulled up with you and Sarah? Well, do you? My God, woman! I cannot believe you would do something so stupid! Lynne … I want an answer! NOW! Look at me!”

Lynne hesitated, gathering her thoughts to explain why she and Sarah had been in the back of a squad car. “Well … it’s kinda hard to explain.”

“Then I suggest you start!” he said in a deadly quiet voice.

In a quavery voice she explained. “Sarah and I were just going for a walk. It’s a nice day and I thought we’d go to the park, then come back home. But when we got to the corner, Sarah darted off the other way and wouldn’t stop. I started to chase her.”

Suppressed sobs broke through and she had to stop.

“Lynne … you are the adult! It’s your responsibility to take care of Sarah and not let her run off. My God … you both could have been killed or seriously injured. Did you stop to think of that when you ran into the street after her?”

“I’m sorry, Gary. Really. I just didn’t think. I was afraid Sarah would reach a busier street before I could catch her. I know it was my fault that driver swerved and hit a parked car. I know I deserve the fine for jaywalking and causing the accident, but I had to catch Sarah and you know how fast she can run. The police officer told me how careless I was. I feel terrible, but nobody was hurt.”

Tears dripped from Lynne’s chin as she finished and waited for Gary to explode again. There was silence for several minutes. She sniffled, rubbed her hand across her nose like a child, and raised her eyes. Gary stood there, silently assessing her. He took a deep breath and started to speak, but hesitated. Finally he said, “Lynne … I’ve told you, you are the adult. You need to think before blindly rushing around. You could have just called Sarah, and not chased her into traffic.”

He turned and yelled, “Sarah, get in here!”

Tentative footsteps sounded from the hallway. “NOW, Sarah! At once!”

Timid brown eyes, topped with a mop of curly brown hair peeked around the doorframe. Gary waited, looked at her and repeated, “Sarah, get in here. This is your fault, too.”

Sarah crept into the room, looked over her shoulder as she sidled past Gary, then scurried to the couch. She crawled up beside Lynne and snuggled against her. Lynne put a protective arm around her shoulders and cast a defiant look at Gary. “Don’t yell at Sarah. It’s my fault and I admit it. You’re right. I should have called and I shouldn’t have run after her. She thought we were playing and kept going.”

Gary said, “I’m glad you realize that and I hope you realize how lucky you are that neither one of you was hurt. Will you ever learn to think first? Your impulsiveness will get you into serious trouble some day. I’m so mad right now I could spank you!”

Sarah and Lynne cowered against each other. In all the years they’d been together, he’d never threatened her before.

She remembered what he’d said the last time she’d done something silly. ‘I swear, Lynne, if you’re going to act like a child, then I’m going to treat you like a child and give you a good spanking! In fact, the next time … and if you’re smart, there won’t be a next time … I will spank you! You’d best remember that, because I mean it.’

“Lynne … go upstairs, now!”

Lynne hugged Sarah and slid off the couch. She gave Gary a wide berth. Her heart thumped and butterflies stomped in her stomach as the phrase ‘the next time I will spank you’ played an endless echo in her mind.

Did he really mean it? She’d never been spanked as a child and couldn’t believe Gary would do that. She was sure he wouldn’t. He’d only said it because he was exasperated with her. He would never spank her … would he? Adults didn’t spank adults …did they?

Then she remembered the video they’d watched with Jill and David. There’d been a spanking scene and she remembered Gary’s comment, “Gee, maybe that’s what Lynne needs.”

They’d laughed, but David said, “Well, that’s what I use to keep Jill in line. She knows if she pushes me too far, she’ll get a good, hard spanking and time in the corner to think Şerifali Escort about it.”

Jill had chuckled, “I’ve been known to spank him, too, when he deserved it!”

Gary had turned to Lynne and playfully said, “Well, babe … you’ve been warned. Other bad girls get spanked, and you will, too.”

Lynne was half way up the stairs when she heard Gary’s raised voice. “Sarah, I swear, you’re worse than Lynne. There are times when neither one of you thinks.”

She paused on the stairs when she heard Gary laugh. As irate as he’d been, how could he laugh? She crept down back down to the door and peeked into the living room. She stifled her own laugh as she saw Sarah …150 lbs of St. Bernard stretched full length on the couch, head pushed under a throw pillow.

Gary chuckled, “Sarah, what am I going to do with you? Your ostrich act won’t work this time. You must think that if you can’t see me, then I can’t see you. Silly dog! Get off the couch and get to your bed. I can’t spank you. With all that fur, you’d never feel it. But, for the next two weeks you’ll get no treats or bones. And you’ll be on a leash when you’re walked till you learn that you can’t run off. Now get to your bed!”

The only word Sarah understood was ‘bed.’ Chastened, she slid off the couch, sidled past Gary and galloped out of the room. As Sarah skidded through the door, she collided with Lynne. At Lynne’s muffled “Oomph,” Gary turned and saw her in the doorway.

“Lynne! I told you to get upstairs and wait for me! What part didn’t you understand? Now get up there before I lose any more patience! You’ve earned a spanking, now! Irritate me any more and you’ll be surprised what else you get! One way or another, I will be in charge of this house again. You and that hare-brained dog have almost driven me over the edge.”

Lynne stood for a second. Her eyes scanned Gary’s face before she sighed and trudged up the stairs. She’d never seen him like this before, and hoped he would calm down before he came up. Every step echoed: Spank. Spank. Spank.

“He won’t spank me,” she thought as she turned into their bedroom. “He’s just upset and has to vent.”

But she couldn’t forget how he’d looked that night at David and Jill’s. She couldn’t explain it. She just knew it was as if a light had turned on or something. Also, she couldn’t forget the look David and Jill had exchanged when they talked about spanking. A strange look. It was a … well … ‘turned on’ look, she thought. Could somebody enjoy that? From the look they’d shared, it seemed they must.

Lynne sank down on the edge of the bed, kicked off her shoes and nibbled a ragged fingernail. Her ears were cocked for the sound of Gary’s footsteps on the hardwood stairs. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. She slid off the bed and tiptoed to the door to see if she could hear anything. Nothing. Her apprehension grew as she paced the length of the room.

After long minutes of silence, she thought, “This is silly. Gary loves me. He’s not going to spank me, for Pete’s sake. He’s probably reading the paper while he waits for me to come down.” He’d laughed at Sarah, so he couldn’t be as mad as he’d sounded.

Lynne went into the bathroom, used the toilet, then washed and dried her hands. A quick glance in the mirror showed that she needed to at least comb her hair. She took the time to wash her face and put on minimal make up. A quick flick of the brush and she had her hair in a ponytail. As she laid the brush back on the counter, she looked at the back of it. With a shudder, she thought, “No, he wouldn’t use that, even if he did try to spank me.”

Flipping the light switch, she went back to the bedroom and decided to change into a sweat suit before she went downstairs. As she pulled off her blouse and skirt, she thought she might as well be comfortable, so she slid off her panties and unclasped her bra. She pulled on a soft, fleecy sweatshirt and matching pants, slipped into a pair of comfortable slippers and headed to the stairs.

She peered over the railing and saw Gary on the phone by the living room door. His voice drifted up to her. She leaned forward a bit to see if she could hear, but heard only a few words now and then. “… spanked … really … do … to Jill … react … hurt … don’t have … never … OK … minute.”

“God!” she thought. “He is serious. He must be talking to David.” She heard a few more indistinguishable murmurs before the back door clicked closed. She rushed to the spare bedroom window in time to see his car turn at the corner. The unwelcome thought that he must be meeting David slithered into her mind.

Stunned that he would even consider it, Lynne wondered how to talk him out of it. Frantic thoughts whirled. “I’ve never been spanked. He can’t. He won’t.” She calmed a bit as she thought, “I don’t even know where he went. Maybe he just had an errand.”

After a second of indecision, she hurried back to the bedroom. She knew that if he did go to David’s, she’d have at least a few Göztepe Escort minutes before he could get there. She dialed Jill’s number, hoping Jill would answer. If David answered, she couldn’t ask for Jill. Luckily Jill answered, and Lynne said in a rush, “You won’t believe this. I think Gary’s been talking to David and ….”

Jill broke in and said, “Hi, Lynne … yep, they just got off the phone. What the heck did you do to make Gary so upset? He talked to David about how to spank you. He’s on his way here to borrow some … ummm … things to use. He said you’d never been spanked before and never had ….”

In a panic, Lynne cried, “Never had what? What, Jill? What’re you talking about?”

Instead of Jill’s voice, she heard David. “Lynne … I thought Gary told you to wait for him. I don’t think he’d be happy to know you’re on the phone. We had a nice talk.” He chuckled. “I imagine he’ll be more than happy to tell you, and show you, what we talked about. Here he is now. I won’t tell him you called, but you had better listen and obey when he gets home.”

Click. Lynne stood and looked at the dead phone. Her apprehension turned to fear. What had she never had? What?

Lynne paced the bedroom; her footsteps made no sound on the soft carpet. Panicky thoughts whirled as she pulled back the patchwork quilt. Frenzied butterflies tumbled and galloped in her stomach. With a smile, she remembered a phrase Jill used when she was nervous or upset, ‘a herd of butterflies wearing horseshoes are galloping around in my tummy.’ For the first time she could relate to that statement!

She crossed the hall to peer out the spare bedroom window, wondering if there’d been time for Gary to be back from David’s. She hadn’t noticed the time and didn’t have any idea how much had passed. She wandered back to their bedroom, undecided if Gary had been serious, or if he just wanted her to worry.

She decided it wouldn’t help to wear a path in the carpet. She kicked off her slippers, smooshed the pillows into a heap and flopped down on the bed. With the quilt pulled up to her chin, she squirmed around to get comfortable. The elastic on her sweatpants twisted and tightened as she moved. With a sigh, she slid out of bed, pulled off the sweatshirt and pants, and wadded them into a ball. A defiant toss landed them in the corner. She knew Gary hated it when she did that, but she didn’t care.

The bottom dresser drawer squealed as she yanked it open to grab her old, ratty ‘comfort’ nightgown from its hidden spot. Gary hated her wearing that, too. Rebelliously she thought, “To heck with what Gary thinks. I’m going to be comfortable!”

She skittered across the hall one more time to check for his car. Nothing, yet. As she passed the top of the stairs on her way back to the bedroom, she paused and whistled for Sarah. “Come, Sarah. Come on up here.”

Sarah’s nails clacked and her ears flapped as she bounded up the stairs. Lynne knelt down in front of her and gave her a big hug. Sarah’s wet, sloppy tongue washed Lynne’s face. With a swipe at her wet face, Lynne said, “Come on Sarah. Your daddy’s already mad at both of us. Let’s give him something to really be mad about. After all, it’s my bed, too, and he’s not here and if I want you on it with me, then that should be my choice, right?”

Sarah cocked her head and woofed in agreement with her mistress. Sarah padded behind Lynne on the way back to the bedroom. As Lynne entered the room, Sarah paused at the door. Lynne patted the bed, and said, “It’s OK, Sarah. Come on. Keep me company. I need a friend right now.”

Sarah edged towards the bed. This was forbidden territory and she knew it, but her desire to obey her mistress overrode her reluctance. Lynne was already in bed, covers pulled up to her ears. Again, she said, “It’s OK, Sarah. Your daddy might be mad, but he’ll get over it.”

Reassured, Sarah bounded onto the bed, turned around several times, and then settled next to Lynne. Lynne turned on her side, put her arm around Sarah’s shoulders and snuggled close. With a sigh, she said, “Let’s take a nap. If we’re both asleep, maybe Gary won’t bother us. Besides, he’s had plenty of time to get back from David’s. Maybe he went back to the office, or maybe he and David went someplace. If he were really mad, he’d be back by now.”

Sarah woofed as she hurtled over Lynne and hit the floor with a resounding thud. Lynne opened bleary eyes, raised her head and yawned. It took a moment for her eyes to focus as she stared at the clock and saw she’d been asleep for almost an hour. Realization hit with a shock; Gary must be home. She hadn’t heard the car or the door, but Sarah had.

Gary’s voice intermingled with Sarah’s puppy-like yaps of excitement. “Hey, Sarah. How’s my big girl? You weren’t upstairs, were you? Hmm? Don’t give me that look, you silly dog. Get your paws off my shoulders. You lie down while I go see your mommy.”

Butterflies clomped in Lynne’s tummy as she heard Gary’s footsteps on the stairs. Undecided, she Ümraniye Escort stood there. Should she act as if nothing had happened? Should she go into the bathroom? Oh, Lord, she should change her nightgown. Gary had threatened to use it to polish his car if he saw it again. Just as her hand reached for the hem to pull it off, she saw Gary standing in the doorway, a large paper sack in his hand.

“Hi, babe. Were you asleep?”

Lynne rushed over, threw her arms around him and with a relieved sigh, said, “Oh, Gary. I thought you were mad at me. I’ve been so worried. I’m glad that’s all over.”

Gary laid the sack on the chair near the door and with a gentle touch removed Lynne’s hands from his shoulders. He ignored the confused look on her face as he said, “Lynne, I’m not mad. I was scared. Somehow, some way, you have to learn to think before you rush into things. I told you once before that I would spank you if you did something silly again. I wasn’t kidding. I just came from David’s. I spent a long time talking with him and Jill. I think you can remember how wild Jill was before she and David married. He worried about her almost as much as I worry about you, but he’s finally found the way to make her stop and think.”

Lynne backed up a step, a horrified look on her face. “Gary! You won’t spank me. I’m not a child and I won’t let you! I promise I’ll think, and I promise I won’t worry you again, but you can’t do that to me.”

“Lynne, I don’t want to do this, but you know, at least if you stop and think, that you need something to remember and to remind you before you do something stupid again. Not only that, but you know how much I hate that nightgown,” with a frown and a nod towards the balled up clothes in the corner, “and how much I hate it when you throw your clothes around. I also suspect you had Sarah here on the bed with you. It seems to me that you were in trouble before and wouldn’t want to do something that you know I don’t like. I don’t think you’ve ever heard me say something I didn’t mean, so, you will be punished this time. I won’t be as extreme as David is with Jill, because I realize your parents never corrected you as a child. But you’ll remember this and I hope you’ll stop to think in the future. Now, I’m going into the bathroom for a minute and when I come back, I want you on the bed, face down. And get rid of that nightgown!”

Gary picked up the sack from the chair, went into the bathroom and closed the door. Lynne stood, transfixed, as she realized he was dead serious. He planned to spank her and she couldn’t do a thing about it. She knew Gary seldom changed his mind.

Her hands trembled as she pulled the nightgown over her head. She held it for a moment, then in a burst of defiance, shoved it into the bottom dresser drawer. Deep down inside, she knew that maybe, just maybe, she deserved a spanking. Not only had she caused an accident, but she’d tossed her clothes into the corner and then compounded her sins by wearing the nightgown.

She moved towards the bed with leaden feet. God! How humiliating! She dropped down on the side of the bed and swung up her feet. Lynne flounced onto her side, pulled the covers up to her ears and then squirmed onto her stomach. She pulled the pillow over her head, in imitation of Sarah’s ‘ostrich act,’ as Gary called it.

Her heart thudded as she lay there. She could hear the splash of water. Thoughts raced. “He wouldn’t take a shower and make me lie here like this, would he?”

In the bathroom, Gary filled the new disposable enema bag David had suggested he buy. David had pulled out his to show the two holes in the end of the hose. He explained the narrow tubing would be more comfortable for Lynne than a larger nozzle. Also, even though it was labeled disposable, it could be used many times.

David also explained why he gave enemas to Jill. “That’s the best way to get her attention. She knows if she disobeys that she’ll get a hot, soapy enema and a thorough spanking while she holds it. Then she still has to hold it while she stands in the corner and thinks about how uncomfortable she is and what she did to deserve it. I used to have to use that at least once a week. Now it’s only about once a month. Trust me, Lynne will think twice before she misbehaves again!”

Gary had been intrigued. Although he didn’t know for sure, he suspected that she had no idea what an enema was. David had suggested, “If she doesn’t know, be easy on her the first time, but let her know that it’ll be worse the next time.”

Lynne realized the water had stopped and there was silence in the bathroom. She pulled the pillow back enough that she could peer under it. She saw the sliver of light under the door disappear and heard the click of the latch. Gary held a large object, but she couldn’t tell what it was. It looked almost like a big clear balloon. She was a little confused. Why would he have a balloon?

“OK. Get the pillow off your head. It doesn’t work for Sarah and it won’t work for you. Lynne slid the pillow to the side and looked at Gary. Her eyes widened as she got a good look at the item in his hand. A clear bag of some sort about half filled with water. She had no idea what the clear hose attached was for, but she had more than just a suspicion she would find out and that she wouldn’t like it.

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