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

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

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

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

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

“Now strip,” he says.

“What?!” I ask.

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

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

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

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

“Master,” he says.

“What?”

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

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes master.”

“Good boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Master.”

“Good Boy.”

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

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

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

“Feeling full boy?” Master asks.

“Yes master,” I respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Squat down.”

“Yes master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hands on the wall boy.”

“Yes master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey there slut feeling full yet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Twelve dollars, dear.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DAY 1

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

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

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

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

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

DAY 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DAY 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*bzzzt* *bzzzt*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, how can I help you?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You did?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you like them?”

“They feel amazing.”

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

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

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

“Well, I can’t deny it.”

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I couldn’t wait.

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

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

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

There!

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

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

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

Was he supposed to do something?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even thinking about it made his cock twitch in anticipation.

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

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

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

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

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

“Do it!”

“So be it.”

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

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

Feminine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

Oh.

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

“Holy shit!”

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

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

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

“Fuck me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More,” she moaned, “more! Please”

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

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

Olive saw stars.

“Oh, oh more please more.”

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

Oh she was so close, so close-

“Oh fuck!”

A warm wetness filled her cunt and the hiker stopped.

“Fuck that was good.”

No, No! She had been so close!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That sounds dangerous.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean… when a nun is punished?”

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

“Will you tell me, Sister?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Father… what?…”

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

“Oh, dear god… oh, no…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you know her size?” Melissa asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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