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Rohini sat by her father, who was correcting the math answers she’d written.

She watched as Sunil’s finger travelled down the sums, stopping whenever he fell into a thought, and proceeding only when he was satisfied. A nervous drip of perspiration ran down her armpit. Rohin was wearing a white tank top, and shorts, as she sat at the dining table. Her brother Raghu was out playing. Oh, how she wished she could play too. Alas, she had a math exam tomorrow. Suddenly, Sunil frowned. Rohini’s right armpit dampened with sweat. Another bead rolled down her armpit, dampening the fabric of the tank top. If she got even one sum incorrect, the punishment ranged from three more sums to a slap; depending on the kind of error.

Sunil waited for a full minute. Rohini’s heart was beating faster. Was it correct? Should she have revised one more time? Her fingers felt moist.

The room was full of her heady, pungent odour. Sunil turned the notebook to the last page, and proceeded to do the sum on his own. After two minutes, he arrived at an answer. But was it the same as the one she’d arrived at? Rohini couldn’t remember! Sunil turned back to her answer, and looked at her, smiling. He then put a tick. Rohini could breathe again. Her armpits felt so wet, she felt as though there’d be a waterfall if she so much as moved them. With her arms clamped to her sides, she sat, her breasts heaving as she breathed. “Question 4,” Sunil mumbled. There were 12 questions. Rohini sighed. This was going to be a long day. She dreaded sitting through these gruelling math sessions with Dad. He always made her slog, and punished her if she didn’t get sums right. Apart from this, he was always a darling, who spoiled her silly. Ümraniye Escort It was like he transformed into a different person altogether, when he was teaching her. She had barely passed her last exam, and her father had been furious. Rohini was expected to ace this exam.

The fabric of her tank top sported quite apparent wet patches under her arms. Her toned shoulders and beautifully pumped biceps were visible. Through the tank top, the ridges of her abs were visible when she talked or breathed out. Rohini had cut her hair short, into a Bob cut, which made her look cuter.

By the time Sunil had finished marking all 12 questions, Rohini’s odour had spread in the entire house. It was that pungent onion-y, and ammoniacal smell of fresh nervous sweat that made one’s head reel.

Sunil couldn’t take the smell anymore, and regretted not buying her a new set of deos. In any case, their session was drawing to an end. He’d just have Rohini solve three more questions, and then call it a day. As he proceeded to give her the sums, her phone rang. It was Radha. Rohini excused herself, and Sunil decide that since they’d been at it for hours, she might as well take a break. “Thanks Papa,” she said, and answered the call.

A frantic voice on the other end said: “Dude, have you completed your file?”

Rohini: “What file?”

Her friend: “The math practical file, dumbass! Geeta Ma’am asked me to tell you that you’re screwed.”

“Screwed?” Rohini felt sweat break out on her forehead.

“Yes. She said she’s gonna take you to the principal tomorrow, which means you don’t get to write your test.” The friend replied.

“Shit!” Rohini’s heart sank. She felt İstanbul Escort blood rush to her brain. From the corner of her eye, she saw her dad, writing a few more questions for her. The past two weeks had been hell for her. She had worked really really hard on her test, and she didn’t want it to be for nothing. She felt beads of sweat collect at her armpit. “Dude, talk to her like ASAP! Ask for an extension. She seems really really pissed!” and her friend hung up.

Rohini called Geeta ma’am, immediately. All the while, her heart pounding with tension, when her teacher finally picked up.

Rohini: “hello, Geeta Ma’am? This is Rohini.”

Geeta: “Who?”

Rohini: “Rohini Seth.”

“What do you want?” Geeta snarled on the phone. She hated this girl, as much as she was hated by this girl. Geeta gleefully flunked her on her bad tests, and always had nasty remakrs about her during the PTM.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry about my file,” Rohini said, feeling sweat run down both her arms.

“I believe you,” Geeta laughed. “But tomorrow, I am taking you to the principal. Don’t bother studying for the test, you are anyway getting a zero.”

“Please Ma’am,” Rohini begged, “give me an extension? I worked really hard for this test,” she said, trying to keep her volume down, so her dad wouldn’t hear. Sweat dripped off her left armpit, down her elbow, onto the floor. She took the phone to the kitchen, and shut the door so she could be alone, and no one could overhear her phone.

Geeta: “Why? Why should I care, Rohini? You had all summer vacation to do it. You had the entire Dussehra break to do it. Why should I give you an extension?”

Rohini: “Please, Anadolu Yakası Escort ma’am. I’ll stay back tomorrow, and finish it off. I promise. Please let me write the test.” After two more minutes of begging, Rohini felt the sweat soak her tank top.

“I want it tomorrow, I’m sending the report cards for term 2 day after.” Geeta barked.

“But ma’am, I need at least a day.” Rohini said.

“Fine. Come to my house. You can finish it there, and then submit.” Geeta said.

“I…okay. Thank you, ma’am,” Rohini said. By the time she hung up and looked at the phone; a bead of sweat dripped off her chin, and onto the screen. She wiped it with her fingers, realizing she was soaked with sweat.

She heaved a sigh of relief. Now she could relax. At that moment, there was a powercut. The ceiling fans stopped. Her dad barged into the kitchen.

“Who were you on the phone with?” He frowned, looking at the copious amount of sweat Rohini was exuding.

Rohini; “It was Radha. She had a doubt in Inverse Trigo, so I was…”

Dad: “Okay, Okay. There are three sums waiting for you. Do them, and then you can come down for dinner. They’re easy ones,”

Her father winked, which meant they were not.

Sweat ran down her shoulder blades, chest and as she did the sums. sweat was practically dripping onto the paper, blotting the ink. They were NOT easy. And it was ruddy hot in the room. “I can’t bear this heat,” she could hear Shweta exclaim.

“Neither can I.” Rohini said.

By the time she was done, it was past 9. And the power was still not back on.

“How am I to cook dinner?” Shweta asked. Rohini’s stomach rumbled. She usually had her dinner by 9.

“Should we order in food?” Raghu suggested.

“No, I can’t eat fast food, or butter-y food,” Rohini said, reminding them of her gymnast fitness diet.

“Well, then go hungry!” Shweta shrugged.

Rohini sighed. Guess there would be no dinner tonight for her.

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I have referred to some of these events in a previous tale but there is so much more to the Hellsgate Myth that I wanted to revisit it in greater detail.

The Hellsgate is a deep fantasy and, being a fantasy, it does not have to be rational or even consistent. Perhaps it is a cipher for that part of me which is normally kept down but whenever I am consumed by passions and lust; whenever my fingers dip deep within my moist, tight and fleshy depths and whenever my mind is knocked out by raging endorphins, then The Hellsgate rises up to claim me and I am imprisoned.

I imagine them coming for me in the most public and humiliating way possible in the college cafeteria. The room went silent and, looking towards the door, I saw the three black uniformed men moving swiftly towards me. I looked around in terror seeking a way out or at least someone to speak for me but no-one would meet my eyes. And then they were upon me dragging me from my seat. My arms were pinioned behind me and twisted painfully as I felt the cold manacles forced in place and fastened about my slender wrists. At the same time the man in front of me rammed a solid leather gag into my mouth.

With powerful hands almost closing off the circulation in my arms I was dragged towards the door. I could not help struggling but, of course, it was futile and it only increased the pain in my upper arms where I was being held. My mouth was held wide open by the huge gag and I knew I was dribbling copiously. They dragged me down the corridor and through the main entrance foyer in full view of everyone. People stopped and looked then thought better of it and pretended not to see but I heard the whispering.

“She was always a bit odd.”

“Surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.”

“Probably the best thing really.”

And, worst of all, I picked up the dreaded word “Hellsgate”. Every young woman had heard of the notorious Hellsgate which was a byword for unknown terrors. No-one really knew what went on behind those grim walls but imagination filled in all the lurid details. It had to be a mistake. They couldn’t be taking me there. I tried to wriggle out of their hands; I tried to kick with my feet and I shouted into my gag but all that came out was incoherent noises.

They dragged me down the front steps and threw me into the back of a van which had a metal grille behind the doors so I was caged behind bars and then the van door was slammed shut leaving me in a windowless metal box and sitting on a hard bench with a dim orange glow coming from the single bulb behind its hard, glass shield. It was a lonely, despairing journey which ended with the feeling of the van being backed up. When the doors, and then the cage, were opened I saw that we were backed up against another door and then I was again brutally grabbed and dragged forward.

The corridors smelt of disinfectant and we went through a metal grille into a long room outside a long, narrow cage containing two women. Still handcuffed and gagged I was made to stand still for a very thorough frisking. In theory I was being searched for knives but really it was an excuse for a prolonged grope. Male hands went up my short skirt and squeezed my softest, most sensitive, parts causing me to squirm and moan and then fingers pushed up inside my t shirt and dug into my neat little breasts. Nothing was said but the unspoken message was all too clear.

“We can do anything we like to you and you can do nothing whatever about it.”

When they had finished their lewd fun my gag was removed. It had become embedded in my flesh and it hurt as it came free. Then the cage was opened and I was pushed inside for the grille to be clanged shut behind me. One of the guards exchanged a chuckle with his colleague.

“Another one for The Hellsgate.”

My two companions were sitting on the cold concrete floor with their backs against the white tiled wall. Both were in their early twenties; one had tear steaks on her cheeks. They were both handcuffed and one of them did the introductions. I quietly gave my name but we really had nothing much to talk about. We sat miserably, mostly in silence, in our cage for a very long time and, one by one, others joined us until there were six of us. I remember Jenny who had a cut lip and dried blood over one eye and poor little Libby who was just eighteen but could have passed for much younger. Her blouse was torn revealing her virginal little white bra and her marble white flesh. I had a horrible premonition of the sort of fate which awaited all of us.

I don’t remember the name of the sixth girl to be thrown into the cage but I do know that the guards had a good laugh when they told us that we would not have much longer to wait. Actually it did seem to be a long wait before four of them came back to the cage and began taking us out one by one. Each girl was fitted with leg irons before being made to shuffle out of the room with her chains clanking like the Ghost of Christmas Past.

I was the fourth one out and I found myself being taken back the way I had come and up the folding steps Göztepe Escort into the back of a van similar to the one in which I had arrived. In turn all of us went into the van and sat on the steel benches along each side before being locked in and driven off to meet our fate out of sight of the outside world.

We all sat silently contemplating our helplessness and the grim hopelessness of our situation but a quiver ran through us when the van stopped briefly then pulled away slowly and we heard the resounding bang as the oaken gates of The Hellsgate slammed shut behind us. The van parked in a small yard with grey walls rising high above us and we were made to hobble into the reception area under the eyes of black clad guards. This was a high arched hall with a bare stone floor and dark green tiles covering the walls. Like every room in Hellsgate the windows were very high up and throwing down narrow shafts of sunlight.

We six terrified women and girls were surrounded by black uniformed guards, all of them holding the standard issue long riding crops, and we were unchained. We were told that talking was forbidden, then came the barked order to strip. Most of the guards were male although there were a few hag-faced women. We just stood there in a bit of a daze each waiting for one of the others to go first. Young Libby had her arms pressed across her chest and she sank down in a defensive crouch on the floor shaking her head with her eyes wide. Instantly two male guards advanced upon her and Libby understood that she had no choice but to obey. She removed her arms from her breasts and I am sure she was about to undress herself but she had lost her chance and one guard dragged her upright while two others tore the clothes from her exposing her slim, unspoilt body to them all.

The command was repeated to the rest of us to undress and we began to obey. As I fumbled with the zip on my skirt and lowered it I was very conscious of all the male eyes watching my every move and I felt the chill air on my exposed skin. Of course I could not stop at my skirt and, in bitter humiliation, I pulled off my little panties. I don’t think any man can really appreciate how a woman feels at exposing her labia and her pubic hair. It is such an alien experience to everything which is in our makeup. Every mother teaches her daughter NEVER to expose her most secret parts and being forced to do so brings feelings of defeat and violation. The guards gave each of us a white canvas sack for us to put our clothes into then they watched as we stood naked and obeyed the command to remove watches and jewellery which also had to go into the sacks.

Libby was sniffing back the tears as she obeyed and then the guards sealed the sacks with green plastic ties each one stamped with a number. I found myself wondering when and if I would ever see my clothes again and also thinking about what microscopic life might have bred on my used knickers by the time that they were unsealed.

There was another barked order and we hurriedly shuffled into a line fearful of those crops. We all stood with one arm across our chests and the other hand trying to cover our pussy. Two guards moved along the row grabbing our right arm and fastening onto it a plastic bracelet which could not be removed. Each bracelet bore a number which would be our number for our time in The Hellsgate; mine was 757. I asked why my bracelet was red while all the others had white ones.

“You are special. You have been marked as Special Category because your College Tutor signed an order for you to be given especially harsh treatment. AND YOU DO NOT ASK QUESTIONS.”

He slapped my face so hard that I felt tears in my eyes.

“Now all of you MOVE. Sit on that bench.”

We sat down with our legs tight together causing raucous laughter and rude comments from the guards and two guards went behind us, one at either end. I found myself on one end and I felt my hair grabbed at the back. I instinctively tried to turn but my hair was pulled hard making me scream. Then the shearing began.

To our horror, great hanks of our hair began to fall to the floor and all we could do was to sit there shivering while the barbarous barbery went on. A woman’s hair is part of her identity and they were shaving our identity from us. Very soon we all had a short back and sides just like schoolboys.

They allowed us no time to deal with our new deprivation and we were harried to one side of the hall where stood a strange and ominous metal contraption. It was basically a tunnel of black metal about thirty feet long and just tall enough for a person to stand inside. Along the centre of the tunnel ran a bar rather like the safety rail one sometimes finds at bus stops but the rail was only about three feet high. We had to queue up one behind the other with the first girl just inside the tunnel standing with her feet either side of the low rail.

Controls were operated and, with a loud noise, stinging yellow powder began to be pumped under high pressure from small holes all around the tunnel and up İstanbul Escort from the central rail so it caught us between our legs. The queue of naked girls was forced into the tunnel so all we could do was to run along the tunnel with our heads down and eyes shut. We emerged at the other end coughing and bumping into each other due to having our eyes shut. This was our delousing and cleansing and the guards so enjoyed the spectacle that they forced us all to go through the experience all over again.

When we again stood choking and stained yellow they raised their sticks and bellowed at us to go into the tunnel yet again. There was no choice but obedience and this time different nozzles poured forth freezing cold water making us all shriek. The end result was a disorderly cluster of girls clinging to each other and shivering as the cold water dripped from our abused bodies.

There was no respite for us and, without even sight of a towel, we were made to line up at a wooden counter where a guard judged our size and issued us with our prison clothing. This consisted of a dark brown smock of some heavy, coarse material and, to our misery, a pair of old fashioned grey knickers. We expected a bra but none of us dared to say anything when it became obvious that girls in The Hellsgate did not wear such things. We moved along the counter and a second guard asked our shoe size before placing on the counter before us a pair of black, elastic sided gym pumps.

Still wet from the tunnel we put on our clothing and all experienced the same horror at the shortness of our smocks. Any reaching or bending would guarantee that our underwear was on show. Two of the girls had particularly large breasts and reference was made to “ferrets fighting in a sack.” I was glad of my small, firm boobs which virtually disappeared under the baggy, shapeless smock and spared me the “bouncing” of my fellow prisoners although I did now look completely flat chested which is humiliating for a grown woman.

Our induction was now complete with our individuality stripped away. We stood in our ill-fitting and ugly brown smocks which revealed far too much bare leg and none of us looked the same girls as we had been now that our hair had been shorn so brutally. The guards separated us and each of us was escorted to her cell.

This gave us our first view of the dark inner corridors of the Hellsgate. It was a grim place of cold, echoing corridors and metal grilles which had to be unlocked for us to pass through and then clanged shut behind us.

I was handcuffed to a large male guard who enjoyed groping my tiny breasts through the coarse smock as he led me along the dimly lit passageways. The walls were cream painted brick and the floor was stone flagged. I was never to become familiar with the layout of my prison because it was the creation of my own mind; it was the reflection of my own mind and the passages I walked were the passages of my mind. Every time my dark fantasies drew me back to The Hellsgate it was slightly different so I could never say how big it was or where all the doors we passed led.

We came to a low arched iron door and the cruel guard dragged me inside where he removed the manacle from my wrist and then left me, crashing the door shut on me.

My cell was an unlit six foot square with a slop bucket and a low, narrow wooden slat on which lay a thin, smelly mattress and a single blanket. The tiny translucent glass window was right up at the ceiling and the only other light came from the dim orange bulb in the corridor as it glimmered through the barred one foot square window in the black metal door.

And so I began to learn the soul crushing regime of the Hellsgate. Most of the guards were men but the female guards were even crueller than the men. Any guard could impose a punishment at any time. This may involve a lashing with the crop or a more sustained and inventive ordeal.

Meals were taken in silence sitting on benches at the long tables in the refectory unless a girl was “In Solitary” which meant that she was in her cell for twenty four hours per day and she would be served a bowl of “Hellsgate Stew” in her cell. This consisted of nameless lumps of meat or vegetables floating in gravy. Sometimes a girl would be kept “In Restraint” which would mean she would be chained for long periods in a variety of positions. The most common position would involve having a heavy iron collar locked around her neck with chains running down to connect to her ankle shackles and her handcuffs which would be in front of her so that the victim was in a sitting position with her knees bent under her chin.

Mostly the day was split between work and interrogation. Work could be in the kitchen or laundry, scrubbing the prison in a small gang supervised by a group of guards or labouring in the “Iron Room” which was another huge hall. Work in the iron room meant scrubbing scrap iron with wire brushes so that all the rust came off to reveal shining metal. This was heavy, dirty work as the pieces of iron had to be moved around in order to Anadolu Yakası Escort be scrubbed and we became coated in rust particles.

Girls in interrogation would be naked and either chained to a chair or suspended from the ceiling with perhaps three guards working at a time. The teams of interrogators rotated so that they were always fresh and a girl could be worked upon for up to thirty hours at a stretch. They barked questions at us about our sexual history and our most intimate fantasies as well as about every tiny detail of our lives from birth to admission into Hellsgate.

After a long session with the interrogators a girl would be dragged back to her cell with her nose and mouth bleeding, her body marked and bruised and feeling as if her brains were oozing out of her ears.

All the guards used us sexually as a matter of routine and if you saw someone being dragged off to be brutalised and violated you were just grateful that it wasn’t your turn. A favourite punishment was to force a girl to go naked for a day or a week so that her bare feet were freezing on the stone floor and she felt the lustful eyes of the guards wherever she went. Any guard, on a whim, could order a girl to stand with hands on head so that he could tweak her nipples and push his fingers into her pussy. This could happen to any inmate but the naked girls always came in for more attention. Of course the continuous soundtrack of the place was jingling keys, slamming doors, barked orders and screams of pain.

My first full day inside The Hellsgate began as every day began with the jangling of the 5am bell. The corridors filled with the noise of shouting and with the shrieks of the inmates as they were lashed with crops for moving too slowly. A guard unlocked my cell and ordered me out into the corridor where I joined the hurrying line of imprisoned women making for the courtyard. Perhaps it was the main court in the middle of the prison or perhaps the jail was built in squares and each square had its own central yard, who could ever know?

I was in a square space with grey stone walls reaching far above me and showing a square of sky. All the walls were lined with rows of barred windows and we were made to line up in ranks in the freezing cold dawn.

To my surprise I saw all the inmates around me stripping off their clothing, even their shoes, and making a small heap in front of them. I knew that I had to follow suit as guards in warm coats walked up and down the lines. Very soon we were all completely naked and shivering under the hard eyes of the female guard who stood in front of us. I was to discover that morning PT was performed naked in the open air even when there was snow underfoot.

Commands were barked out to make us stand to attention and then to perform bends, jumps and stretching exercises. Then we had to lie on our backs on the ice cold stone and, with our elbows braced on the ground and our hands supporting our backs we had to bicycle our legs in the air clearly displaying our puffy, pubic lips between our buttocks.

Every order had to be obeyed at the double and the guards walking along the rows were quick to lash anyone whom they thought was too slow. Of course there did not really have to be a reason for the lash; it was often applied on a sadistic whim.

My red bracelet marking me down for special cruelty was about to show its power as an order came from the front for 757 to be taken to the steps. A wardress grabbed me and pulled me to the steps in front of one of the doors back into the main building and she pushed me down onto my belly in front of the steps. As I lay there, terrified to move apart from shivering and panting, the parade was called to attention and then dismissed in ranks.

Every single woman walked over me planting her foot on my back or my buttocks. The wardress stood by to ensure that no-one stepped over me without her foot pressing me down against the stone. When the yard was empty apart from myself and three guards I was ordered to my knees and made to crawl to the centre of the yard where stood Cruella, the senior wardress. She shouted at me that Ray Doyle, my college tutor, had asked that I receive maximum abuse and she was going to make sure that his wishes were carried out to the full.

Cruella ordered me to get my head up her skirt and pull her panties down with my teeth. The other two were behind me with their crops raised and I hurried to obey the demeaning order. When I had dragged her underwear down the command came from above for me to tongue her pussy. My head was in a sort of dark, loathsome tent formed by her skirt and her crotch tasted salty which matched the salt tears beginning to run down my cheeks.

All the while she was yelling at me to tell me how useless and worthless I was and I could hear the laughs and jibes of her two companions. I felt her hands pressing the back of my head forcing my face forward against her body so that I was suffocated by her soft flesh. She did this again and again holding me in place so that my lungs screamed for air but found none. Each time I was sure that she would asphyxiate me and then she removed her hands so that I could pull my head back and gulp in a lungful of air before being, once again, pressed to her body with the pain in my knees against the hard stone constantly becoming worse.

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!Announcement!

The Arena found its next contestants!

The rules of the Arena are clear: no killing, no clothes, and no restrictions on dirty moves. Fighters can utilize some non-fair tactics like punching and kicking below the belt, biting, clawing, holding or tackling your opponent and so on, no fouls whatsoever. The match ends when every opponent is knocked out.

Today, we will look at two humans, an orc and a minotauress fighting for our enjoyment in a brutal, merciless battle.

But beware! The fights will not be as easy as it seems! There will be additional surprises awaiting our contestants during the fight, so better cooperate! Or don’t…

Let’s start by analysing every contestant, starting from the humans:

Saber, as she announced herself, is a 19 years old futanari human standing tall at 5’9”/175cm with toned upper body and massive muscular thighs, measuring 40in/100cm in diameter each! Her blonde hair reaches her plump butt, eyes glimmer with green and her bosom size is almost double E, making her melons far to squishy and delicious for a single human being! But let’s talk business: Her cock reaches 7in/17cm flaccid and 12in/30cm erect, and her balls are the size of medium-sized melons, heavily guarded by her thick thighs. So, beware, contestants! If you miss those big targets, you’re getting a powerful kick down under.

Next in the line, we have Victoria. A 30 years old MILF almost 6ft/182cm tall, with very fit body and toned muscles. Her blonde hair is arranged in two ponytails. She likes when people use them as handlebars! Her eyes sparkle blue, but we all know you’ll be looking at them ample double Ds anyway! Her genitals measure 8in/20cm of flaccid cock meat, advancing to 12in/30cm when aroused and her testes attain the size of apples. Vic uses whip as her weapon, but not primarily… She loves getting fucked in the ass more than anything on the world, so we’ll surely see some of that fat ass clapping in steady rhythm in the near future!

Moving on, we see a towering futa with equine cock sheltered in her sheath just above her gargantuan nuts! It’s Mabel the minotauress, aged 28. She stands at a whopping 7’4″/225cm height and has some muscle game to show! With that amazon look, everybody can tell that she lifted some mad bricks in her life! Faint hour glass figure with heavy bust and rear makes her a lovely piece of work, adding that her bra size for a human would be a solid D cup. Another thing that’s also solid is Bell’s penis when not hidden in her sheath! When erect, her length reaches almost 14in/35cm, shining in rosy pink color with dark melted spots along the upper shaft. Just below that monster cock, we can see two nice and firm cantaloupe-sized testicles in a black, saggy sack. Her strong legs and lower leg fur do try to cover them as best they can, but you can never know when a well-aimed punch will lift those fruits up! Mabel also charms the world with her big, green eyes and shoulder-length, wavy black hair. As it was not enough to disarm her opponents, the minotauress is also equipped with two heavy chains, one she holds as a weapon and the other resembles an improvised chain mail on her bosom, protecting her ample breasts from harm’s way.

Our last contestant is Maz’gha the orc. Maz is 21 years old and 6ft/182cm tall, with ripped, massive muscles and dark green skin, she looks like ready to go on a rampage any second now! Her fierce eyes radiate with red, her head clean shaven for hair only got in her way, useless thing! She is a murder machine with only one, tiny problem… Her genitals are so small, we thought she was a woman at first! Her pathetic dick only reaches 4in/10cm when “aroused” and when flaccid, it sits at half that size. Her balls are not nearly as big as a pair of grapes! Having genitals that small, Maz’gha is always infuriated and hates big, juicy and plump sacks more than anything in the world. She always goes for the genitals because she’s extremely mad at anyone who has bigger goods than her! And of course, weapons other than body parts would be dishonorable in a ballbusting competition, so she uses none other that her bare, rock-hard fists trained in rough battle!

The four futanaris were patiently waiting at their corners of the vast Arena, just waiting for the signal to go off…

They knew they could use any means necessary to plow their way to victory, as the prize was valuable and very, very rewarding. By defeating the others, the winner gets to acquire a small harem of twenty hot, horny ladies of various ages and chest sizes, all to pleasure our champion as much as they want, anytime they want!

But putting that aside for now… The moment… has finally come.

All four futas heard the ambient, low sound of a horn signalling that the tournament is a go!

They all lunged forward, to meet their fate and challenge themselves in ruthless combat!

Victoria immediately rushed towards the big minotauress, thinking that she of all might have the biggest, most ravaging cock to pleasure Maltepe Escort her anus with…

*Victoria vs Mabel fight*

Mabel stopped abruptly and watched as Victoria neared her. She swung her chain in a circle, looking for a chance to lash the human with cold steel.

Victoria watched the obscurely enormous cantaloupes dangle between the tall creature’s thighs. With lust in her eyes, she rolled forward, successfully avoiding the chain, which splashed on the dirt behind her. She stood up right between Mabel’s legs and smacked her whip up with full force, hitting the abnormally huge testicles before her.

Mabel, getting lashed on her bells, immediately emerged in the feeling. A strong pummel on her nuts always causes her to feel something instead of nothing, like other hits on her thick skin and tanky body. Her eyes closed briefly as she felt the whip’s leather stripes on her fully-filled, hanging fruits.

Bright, burned marks were left after the stripes hit Mabel’s ballsack, and seconds later the minotauress moaned quietly and a pink, stinky mushroom started emerging from her sheath. She was getting a hard on.

Seeing that, Victoria started to beat the minotauress’ hanging gonads with her whip and her fists, hitting the excessively large orbs as fast as she could.

“Oh, you like that, don’cha…?” She yelled, feeling as her anus tingled with agitation. She was looking forward to impaling herself on that horsecock as deep as it gets!

Mabel grunted hard, letting the much shorter human pummel her naked, exposed testicles with those pathetic hits. She enjoyed having her nutsack smacked around and lashed with the whip and her dick was only providing proof for that.

The minotauress’ long cock emerged fully from her sheath and started to pump itself erect, which gave Victoria a chance. She grabbed the semi-flacid shaft and tugged at it, flailing Mabel’s balls with her other arm.

Mabel spread her legs more as she felt something close to pain in her crotch. Her horsecock was now being licked and massaged by Victoria, and her heavy hanging cantaloupes were becoming red from harsh lashes and punches.

“Aghh! Hit my nuts harder! Is that all you got, cunt?!” Bell roared, clenching her fists at the chain, her eyes wondered up from ecstasy.

Victoria grinned and went into a squat, before thrusting herself up and headbutting the minotauress’ gonads from below, picking them up and squashing them between her head and Mabel’s pelvic bone.

Mabel’s eyes went to the back of her skull as she fell down to her knees… That she didn’t quite expect.

Victoria appeared before her with a smug smile on her face and planted a straight punch to Bell’s nose, making her fall backwards.

The equine cock towered over Mabel’s body, standing straight up at full mast. Victoria approached Bell’s aching nuts and stomped on them hard, digging her naked heel into them and grinding the vulnerable organs into the ground, successfully incapacitating the minotauress. How could Mabel be so foolish to give in and expose herself…!

While the minotauress groaned and tried to regain her composure, Victoria used the daze she inflicted and turned around, grabbing the monstrous horsecock. She positioned the minotauress’ dickhead on her anus and started to push backward, making the giantess’ giant penis enter her from behind.

“Aah… What are you doing?!” Mabel whimpered, her balls ached badly from that last heel.

“Mmmh… You are soooo big!” Vic was orgasmic, she managed to fit half of Bell’s boner into her ass already, thrusting down forcefully every second. She felt like she was being torn apart.

To Mabel, Vic’s ass was extremely tight, it was so blissfully tight, that she tried to help the human and started to pump her hips a little, plunging more and more of her shaft into her.

With a euphoric facial expression, Vic started to milk that monster cock, thrusting up and down, rubbing her buttocks on the sides of Mabel’s penis, but the minotauress started to get a little cocky, trying to grab her butt!

“Stand down, cunt! Now I’m having my fun!” Vic shouted and immediately after smacked her whip on Mabel’s exposed testicles lying on the ground before her.

The minotauress grunted, her ballsack was getting sensitive from all the lashes and strikes, it was all red and sore.

Victoria continued to ride on Mabel’s massive cock, having her by the balls, she could enjoy herself as much as she could.

“Don’t even think about cumming, plaything!” Vic shouted, then tied her whip around the base of Bell’s gargantuan schlong. “And up with the tempo, lazy cunt, this is for me, not for you!!!” She grabbed Mabel’s nuts with her nails, digging them into her scrotum.

“Ah! Yes! Yes!” Mabel whimpered and fucked Victoria’s plump ass harder, feeling the needle-like nails digging into her ballsack.

As Mabel and Victoria had their fun, something far more gruesome was happening with the other two contestants… İstanbul Escort Maz’gha and Saber were really fighting like their lives depended on it…

*Maz’gha vs Saber fight*

After the horn, Maz immediately lunged towards the strongest looking opponent. Seeing how epically thick Saber’s thighs were, she thought that the human will be a worthy foe! And besides that, Saber had some seriously large family jewels, which made Maz ultra furious!

The two clashed like titans, grabbing each other hands and trying to out-force the opponent.

“You have no chance against me, human!!!” Yelled Maz.

Their eyes were burning with the urge to draw blood, Maz’gha took a quick glance at the humans massive melons, hanging exposed just in her kneecap’s trajectory. They were so saggy and plump, Saber probably had massive orgasms and released litres of cum just by having balls so big, Maz hated them more than anything! Saber’s thighs were muscular and covered her nuts from the sides, but from this angle, Maz’gha had the perfect chance to strike.

The Orc used all her might to push harder, overwhelming the human, and using that as distraction, she locked Saber’s arms, her hands clenched into hers, preventing her from defending her lower parts.

Maz’gha focused all her strength and launched her knee, ramming it into Saber’s crotch, striking her lazily swaying reproductive organs. Her hard, orcish kneecap slammed Saber’s massive pair from below, hitting both orbs, lifting them and then flattening them against their owner’s pelvis.

Saber gasped for air, clenching her hands harder. She has never experienced a blow so brutal and mighty, her legs gave in and she almost collapsed.

That orc knew exactly how to incapacitate a futa using brute force. But that was not nearly enough for her! She desired to see those fertile melons crushed completely!

Saber was not able to cover her agonizingly aching gonads with her legs because Maz held her tightly, preventing her from turning or even using her hands at this point.

Taking advantage of Saber’s mistake of clashing with her, Maz’gha grinned with satisfaction as she knocked her leg up with maximum force, driving her shin into Saber’s fragile jewels again.

Saber’s body started to convulse as tears run down her cheeks. The pain blasting from her crotch overwhelmed her mind. She fell to her knees and began to cough before puking all over the floor.

Maz released the fellow futa’s hands and laughed at her oversized gonads taking two blows and giving up already.

Saber looked stunned, her stomach’s contents were lying on the floor and she was shielding her massive gems which blasted with unimaginable pain.

The orc had enough laughs for now and kicked her leg forward, hitting Saber’s face with her bare foot and launching the futa couple meters back.

Saber turned around and began to rise when Maz approached her quickly and grabbed her hair, “helping” her adversary stand up.

While holding her hair, Maz began to punch Saber’s freshly emptied stomach. To her surprise, she noticed that the human’s dick was now standing in full erection and it too, was massive!

“Oh fuck you and your giant cock!!!” Maz roared in fury and slammed her palm down, hitting Saber’s dick right in the middle, making a faint bruise appear on it.

Saber screamed in pain and poked Maz in the eyes with her fingers. As the orc backed away and yelled, enraged, Saber jumped forward and launched her right foot straight into Maz’s tiny genitals.

The pure force of Saber’s kick lifted the entire orc up and almost popped her miniature testicles!

Saber’s hop kicks were one of the most powerful moves she had in her kit, and she used it efficiently enough. Maz cried pathetically and fell to her knees, holding her nearly crushed nuts. The orc’s eyes watered heavily.

Saber approached her and spat at her. “Fucking cunt!” She yelled, her hanging stones were still emitting pulling, unpleasant waves of pain. “You’ll pay for exploiting my weakness so much!”

Saber kicked Maz’s head just like a ball, making her fall back into a sitting position. Then, she approached her and grabbed her shaven head.

“Let’s see what that orcish lips can do!” Saber exclaimed with a grin and yanked the orc’s head to collide with her heavily-hanging gonads face first. “Suck my balls! Fix what you-“

Saber didn’t get to finish that sentence, because Maz’gha grabbed her saggy scrotum with her teeth, pulling it away.

The human squeaked in surprise and terror as she tip-toed forward, trying to follow Maz’s head movements. Pre-cum started to spurt out of her cock, covering the orc’s bald head.

Maz’gha tried to chomp hard on her opponent’s ripe melon. She only bit the front side of it, not being capable of fitting the whole testicle inside her mouth.

The orc was yanking Saber’s ballsack further away and at the same time, she drove both her fists to the back of Saber’s enormous testicles, Anadolu Yakası Escort making her lose balance.

Saber fell on Maz’s face, foam started to form in her mouth. She punched the orc on the side of the head faintly, hoping that she will release her aching gonad from her mouth.

Maz let go after the punch, she was half-conscious and her crotch was hurting.

Saber crawled away, then turned on her back and shielded her nutsack. She will be needing a while to recover…

Meanwhile, returning back to our anal-loving couple…

*Victoria vs Mabel “fight” part 2*

Mabel was balls deep inside Victoria’s MILF ass, her gonads were nearly tearing at seams, blocked from blissful release by Vic’s whip. Besides, the human still clenched her massive jewels between her hands, digging her nails into her sack.

Vic neared her second anal orgasm and this one was so immensely powerful that as she began convulsing from having that monstrous cock ravaging her insides, her own, rock-hard dick started shooting white stripes of yoghurt on the ground below her.

Victoria screamed in pleasure as she went all the way down on that enormous horsecock, her asscheeks crushing onto Mabel’s abdomen like waves on rocky coast.

Mabel moo’d in agony and pleasure as her dick was being squashed inside the human. She even had a faint feeling that with every thrust, her pre-cum is sucked straight out of her urethra and into Vic’s stomach.

The ecstasy was too much and as Victoria clenched her buttcheeks around Bell’s steel-like cock, the whip splintered apart and all of that pent up sperm rushed into the minotauress’ strained cock.

Both Mabel and Victoria froze in convulsions, Vic still holding the minotauress’ gigantic cantaloupes which now got a massive cramp and contracted to Bell’s pelvis, releasing such a stupidly large load, that the human was literally knocked up!

Vic tried to pull away Bell’s twitching testicles, but the force of her ejaculation was too much!

All of that pent up cum erupted inside Victoria’s ass, immediately shooting from the sides and leaking from her anus.

Mabel’s whole body was now tense as rock, her balls unloading waves after waves of sticky, thick semen deep inside that human that practically raped her.

Victoria trembled in euphoria, she was drooling and her tongue was out, she grasped at the minotauress’ twitching nuts harder, digging her nails into them as hard as she could. She wanted this to never end!

The minotauress roared in rupture, she grabbed Victoria’s abundant asscheeks and pumped her pelvis rapidly, feeling that she nears the end of her powerful ejaculation.

After the few final, protracted spurts of semen filled up Victoria to the brim, Mabel pushed the human off, making her fall face-first into the dirt. Mabel stood up slowly, looking around.

Her dick, balls and abdomen were covered by her seed, and so was Victorias ass. Her anus was leaking cum excessively. Vic was totally out of her mind. Her eyes were open and stuck in an ahegao-like expression, her tongue was out and she was frozen in pleasure.

“Well. Sleep tight.” Bell sighed and turned her head towards the other fighters, which were lying on the floor, wriggling in agony.

“Really?” Mabel thought. “I didn’t expect to be the winner by having my cock raped by somebody’s ass…”

The minotauress neared the two futas lying on the ground. “Hey! Stand up, weaklings! I hadn’t had a solid fight yet!!”

Saber, grasping her genitals with one hand, slowly stood up and looked upon the minotauress.

“Who are you calling a weakling?!” Saber shouted, her rage was coming back.

“YOU! You got beat up by a woman!” Mabel pointed at the orc.

“Ha! She was not a woman, just a futa with tiny tools.” Saber glanced at the minotauress’ gigantic marbles hanging loosely between her legs. “You on the other hand… Have quite the targets…”

“Try me, human.” Bell took her chain and started to spin it.

*Various fighting*

Saber ignored the pain in her balls and rushed towards Mabel. The minotauress whipped the chain right at her, but Saber jumped up and avoiding the chain, kicked Mabel in the face.

Mabel was briefly stunned as she was never before kicked with such power! That fight was really full of new experiences for her.

Saber landed on the ground and made a spin before thrusting her dirty sole right into the minotauress’ genitals.

Mabel “oofed” in shock as she bowed down under the immense pain in her crotch. Her balls were smacked so hard, she couldn’t believe a mere human was behind it.

As Mabel bowed down, Saber kicked up, clashing her foot with Mabel’s jaw. The giant was sent flying back, falling on the floor, birds and stars orbiting her head.

“Weakling…” Saber mumbled as she approached Mabel’s crotch, staring at it. She stopped between her legs and lifted up her foot to jab at the giant’s giant testicles, but suddenly she heard a noise behind her.

A charging orc with pure fury in her eyes was running towards her like an unstoppable, raging elephant.

Maz’gha flew into Saber, tackling her and landing on top of the human, pinning her arms to the ground.

“YOU! WILL! PAY!!!” Maz screamed, spitting everywhere.

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A straight-arrow business professional steps way outside his comfort zone.

Author’s Note:

There was some debate about which category this story lives in. Some will disagree, but wiser heads than mine advised that it could—but really doesn’t—belong in Erotic Encounters, or Group Sex, or even GM. There’s a fetish element to this story, and it probably fits the “kinky” aspect of the Fetish category. Never mind the category. I hope you enjoy it.

Please be advised: This story contains scenes with graphic details that some will consider to be “nasty” or “over the top”. You have been advised.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Nine o’fucking clock on Monday morning in New York City, and I felt like shit warmed over.

I’d woken up two hundred and fifty miles away at four am., shat, shaved, showered and shampooed. A quick kiss on the forehead to my sleeping wife, out into the late October chill, then into the traffic to Dulles airport. When you live in the Washington, DC area, you have traffic jams at 5:00am. In God’s name, why?

There was the interminable crawl through the security line, followed by the cattle-car boarding, and the usual delay on the tarmac before we finally took off for JFK airport. And then I had to endure a talkative but incomprehensible New York cabbie for forty five minutes blabbing on, I think, about American liberal politics.

I made it to my client’s offices in Manhattan in time for the nine o’fucking clock Monday morning steering committee meeting. Corporate America frowns on religion in the work place, but when your client is a boutique health insurance plan owned by the Catholic Church, they actually pray before meetings.

It was going to be a long day.

This is the glamor of business travel—the ritzy life of a management consultant.

At seven o’fucking clock that evening I finally escaped the client’s offices and Ubered my way to the hotel. It was a four-star affair, but my only concern was that it had a decent bar and a reliable high speed Internet connection.

After an hour in the hotel gym, a light dinner and three cabernets, I went upstairs and undressed. My wife and I are nudists and tossing my clothes onto the bed was a blessed relief. I felt normal for the first time that day. Normal, and naked.

I called Debbie using the cell phone’s video chat service. We’d been married for twenty two years, yet I still make a point of speaking to her at least once a day when I’m away. And at that time, courtesy of my ritzy new job, I was away about two weeks in every three.

“Let me look at you,” I said.

She held the phone at arm’s length and I could see she was nude, in our living room, like any normal weekday evening. “How’re you settling in with the new client?”

“It’s going to be a tough project,” I groaned. “I told you how religious they are, right? They send a weekly inspirational message to everyone, employees, contractors, and consultants, and it’s mandatory reading. ‘Course, I just skim them, but this week’s message was a dusey.”

“By inspirational message, you mean something religious?”

“Yep, though I wouldn’t call it inspirational. It’s where they push the Catholic principles down their employees’ throats. Of course almost all of the full time employees are Catholic. It’s practically a job qualification.”

“So what was special about today’s notice?”

“This one was written by the new director of the PMO, the guy who I’m working with here. This character’s name is Jonathan P. Mountford the third. And don’t you dare call him Jon, or God forbid, Johnny.

She laughed. “Sounds like he’s a bit stuck up?”

“Yah, a real stuck up twerp, which is a pity because the managers above him seem to be pretty decent people. But this Johnny is a real holier-than-thou prig. He tries to project this impression that he’s five steps closer to God than anyone else. And when he leads the prayer at the beginning of the meetings, he rambles on and on for fucking ever!”

“Nice guy,” she rolled her eyes. “So what was this message he wrote?”

“It was mainly about sex and adultery. Hands off your buddy’s wife, condoms are evil, gays are evil, and thy shalt not indulge in self-pleasure,” I chuckled.

“Well then you’re going to hell!”

“I’m not gay,” I protested.

“No, but you’ve had your hands on your buddy’s wife, and you’ve used condoms. And there’s that masturbation thing!” I laughed.

Two years ago Deb and I went to a swingers club. Four times, if memory served, and there’d been plenty of hands on other peoples’ wives. And of course there was the jerking off thing. My wife and I have an open masturbation policy. We encourage each other to jack off, or “jill off” in Debbie case, any time we like and as often as we like. I do it a lot more than she does, and she jokes that I’m a chronic masturbator.

Our day-to-day sex lives were frankly quite boring except for one saving grace. For as long as we’ve been together we’ve had a tendency to do something crazy and out of character every few months. It would usually Maltepe Escort be a spontaneous escapade, often after a few drinks. We’re pretty straight-laced, we’re both business professionals, socially conservative, and our friends see us as the ultimate straight-arrow couple. They’d cringe if they learned how many exciting and very sexy experiences we’d collected over the years.

Deb’s open acceptance of sexual adventures came with her absolute trust that neither of us would do anything to harm our marriage. And that was just one of the reasons that after more than two decades I still loved her beyond anything else.

“Well on that basis, I guess we’ll be going to hell together,” I told her.

“You rubbed one out yet tonight?”

“Soon as I hang up,” I smiled. “it’s lonely here.”

“Well, think about how many other lonely guys are on business trips right now,” she said. “How many rooms are in your hotel? A few hundred? More than half of them are probably occupied by lonely business travelers. I bet that more than half of them will be masturbating in their lonely beds tonight.”

“Jesus, that’s a thought.” I did the math. “I guess there’ll be about forty people jerking off all around me tonight!”

She laughed again. “You guys should form a club.”

The conversation turned to more mundane things, and I ended off with “I love you, Deb.”

“I love you too, Neil. Now go and rub one out, and tell me all about it when you get home.”

“Yep, I’ll be taking matters into my own hands as soon as we hang up.”

“Me too.”

My travel bag always includes one of those small hotel shampoo bottles that I’d emptied out a long time ago. I fill it with lube before every business trip. I threw the bed covers back, fluffed up the pillows, and spread liberal amounts of the clear, water soluble lube on my hand and settled back for a long, satisfying session.

My right hand took long strokes, sometimes squeezing hard, then barely tickling the sensitive knob, then closing my fist tight again. My left hand pressed hard on my perineum. I thought about Debbie sitting naked in our living room, masturbating right now. I cupped my balls and massaged them in my left hand. And I thought about what she’d said. There were probably at least half a dozen guys jerking off in this very building, right now. It would be their dirty little secret because I couldn’t imagine that many of them would have a wife as understanding as Deb.

My movements sped up. I pressed hard beneath my balls. It wouldn’t be long now.

Deb said that business travelers should form a club. I imagined fifteen or twenty guys in a big circle jerk, imagined them all coming.

It was time. The middle finger of my left hand slipped into my ass. My grip was intense and my right hand moved so fast it was a blur. Then there was that pressure buildup from the core of my being, through the base of my cock, and out. It was a creamy lava flow. Down my hand, into the trimmed pubic hairs, down, past my balls and into my ass crack.

I never bother to clean up in hotels. The cleaners probably see sex stains on the sheets every day. I flipped off the light and went to sleep thinking about a business travelers’ jack off club.

As I dozed off I mused that I’d been to strip clubs while on my travels. I’d had lap dances. I’d refused propositions from hookers more times than I could remember. And I couldn’t begin to count the number of times I’d masturbated alone in hotel rooms. There had to be more.

I’m an occasional insomniac. About once a week I’ll fall asleep, then wake up after half an hour and that’s it. I’ll toss and turn and nothing can get me back to sleep again for at least three or four hours. Despite my exhaustion from the early morning and the travel and the time on the treadmill, this was one of those nights.

I flipped on the light and cracked the laptop open, and fired up a VPN service I subscribe to which would allow me to surf any part of the web in a way that no one could to track my movements or my browsing history. I researched jack and jill clubs. There weren’t any. It seemed that a few places had tried, but failed, to maintain an authentic co-ed masturbation club, but they’d never lasted very long. So I changed the search to jack off clubs and hit paydirt.

From what I read online, the biggest and most established jack off club was right here in New York City, maybe a dozen blocks from my hotel. I kept reading. You have to be nude, though you should keep your socks and shoes on. It was all about guys openly jerking off, or even jacking each other off. Was it a gay club, or straight?

I scratched around the web for a while and it seemed to be a mix. I am straight and have never had any attraction to other men, and the idea of anal sex with a man was repulsive to me. But a circle jerk seemed harmless, and I was encouraged by the club’s policy of “no insertion of anyone’s anything into anywhere.” Strictly no oral and no anal—mouths and asses were off limits. Should be safe enough.

In my search for information Ümraniye Escort about the jack-off club I found a forum for guys, straight and otherwise, who seemed to have an obsession with masturbation. There were hundreds of active members who discussed techniques, turn-ons, turn-offs, favorite jack off locations, and the best porn. They posted videos of them getting themselves off, exchanged Skype addresses, and there were jack-off-buddy personals.

Masturbation was a fixation with them, and so was playing with their ejaculate. They competed for the number of times they’d come in a day, how many times they’d rubbed one out in the john at work, and how long they could go on the brink of an orgasm without actually coming. Edging, they called it. Many were married and their wives either supported or hated their infatuation, and some hid it from their partners altogether.

It was an addiction for them, and playing with their cum seemed to be a popular fetish. It made for fascinating reading.

Many of the forum members had been to the New York jack-off club and gave it high praise.

Back to the club’s web site, and I learned that they met on Sundays and Tuesdays, and the next Tuesday meeting would be a special Halloween event. Every person was to wear a Halloween mask that would cover their faces completely, but was not allowed to cover their bodies below the shoulders. Nudity was apparently a requirement, notwithstanding Halloween.

I checked the calendar on my phone. The Halloween meeting was tomorrow.

I took a double-dose of melatonin and fell asleep to visions of guys walking around nude but for their face masks and shoes, masturbating in front of each other.

Weird.

The majority of the next day at work was spent walking Jonathan P. Mountford III through the higher concepts of program and project management. Mountford had been a mediocre project manager for a few years. Someone in the executive row had read in the Harvard Business Review that the best corporations in America were managing their key programs through project management offices, or PMOs. The company did a tiny bit of research and created a PMO, then promoted this pedant from project manager to PMO director.

In fairness, they recognized that he would need help and engaged me to advise him on the establishment of the new department. My task was to select and implement the most appropriate methodologies, recommend policies and procedures, handle a bit of business process realignment to accommodate the new systems, get him started on their first project, and generally, make Mountford look good. The problem was that the twerp had delusions of competence and was convinced that he didn’t need me.

The work was as boring as hell, but it put bread on the table.

The biggest challenge was Mountford himself. He had a know-it-all attitude, and worse, he conducted every aspect of his work life according to his personal interpretation of the church’s religious doctrines. We were grinding our way through a deck of slides I’d compiled examining the pros and cons of Agile versus waterfall methodologies, and he wasn’t getting it. And in the middle of my explanation he interrupted: “Let’s pray for guidance”.

My jaw dropped for an instant before I caught myself, and agreed. He was the client, and I’d been a consultant long enough to know that you always have to accommodate your client’s foibles.

Later, we were talking about specific membership scenarios in his health insurance systems, and I raised the complications of handling divorced couples.

“We’re a Catholic institution,” he interrupted, “and we don’t condone divorce.”

“I understand, Jon, but-“

“Jonathan,” he corrected.

“I apologize. Jonathan. But the reality is that these situations will exist in your membership, and-“

“Did you read my inspirational? The one I sent yesterday?” Didn’t this guy get it? If he would shut up and listen to me, I could turn his new little department into the shining jewel of the corporation.

“I did. Very interesting.”

“Are you married?”

None of his fucking business, I thought. Was he going to ask about my sex life next? But I answered anyway. “Twenty two years. And you?”

“Of course.” His answer was curt, as if I had no business asking.

“So on the setup of these membership scenarios-“

“Did you read the whole inspirational? Everything?” Johnny was good at interrupting, not so good at listening, and I was getting pissed off. This was going to be another long day. “You know the church does not accept extra marital activity, self-pleasure, or any other unconventional behavior.” Jesus, I thought, this guy had some real issues.

I put on the most professional tone I could muster. I hoped it came off as calm but firm. “Jonathan, I’ve been married faithfully for more than two decades. I read your notice. Thank you for the inspiration, I appreciated it. My personal life is just that. Personal. I’m here to help you get this PMO on the road. Did you have any questions about the İstanbul Escort membership project?”

There’s a saying in my business that a consultant’s standard lunch is coffee and a banana at the desk. But at lunch time today I had to get out of the office, as far away from Jonathan P. Mountford III as possible.

Three blocks away I passed a party shop, and stepped in just for the hell of it. The place was packed with Halloween costumes for kids and adults. My eye was caught by four costumes at the back, for the four members of the rock band Kiss. As a high school kid I’d played guitar in a garage band. I picked the costume that was supposed to represent the original Kiss guitarist, Peter Criss. They wouldn’t let me take just the face mask, so I had to buy the whole thing. They packed it in a plain shopping bag and I went off to look for something better than coffee and a banana.

In a deli across the road from my client’s office I sipped at an iced tea and gazed at the package I’d bought. Would I really go through with this? Was I actually going to a jerk-off party tonight? What the hell was I thinking? And what would I tell my wife?

I recalled Mountford’s “inspirational” notice, which he’d repeated this morning, and smiled to myself. “The church frowns on self-pleasure”, yet I was thinking about taking self-pleasure to the nth degree. Was I considering this precisely because of Mountford’s so-called inspiration? Or was it because Deb had joked about it and, horny dog that I am, I was turned on by another sexual outlet? Or was this a gay thing?

I almost choked on my iced tea at that last thought, and chills went up my neck. I am as red-blooded all-male as the next straight guy. But tonight’s party was intriguing.

No, this was just self-pleasure, as that popinjay across the road calls it. It’s something I do several times a week and this was just taking it to the next level.

I had an opportunity to break away from my client for a while that afternoon, and opened the jack-off forum on my phone. As I scrolled through the discussion threads I realized that I wasn’t nearly as infatuated with masturbation or the cum-play fetish as the members of that forum. But, probably like any normal American male, it was something I did a few times a week. And that made jacking off a big part of my life.

I managed to get out of the office at a decent hour. I grabbed a bite at the hotel, went upstairs to call Debbie, showered and dressed, and slipped two little blue pills into my pocket. I always keep a few in my shaving bag for when Deb and I travel together. I tried on the mask. It was a full hood, with big holes for the eyes and ears and for breathing, and seemed quite comfortable. A cab dropped me off at 26th and 8th.

I got out of the taxi across the street from the club, and stood there. A bus pulled up, and I realized I had retreated into a bus shelter. I shook my head at the driver and waved him on.

I am pretty decisive by nature, so why was I hesitating?

A man came from the parking facility behind me, crossed the road and entered the building. Just a normal looking guy in dress pants, open necked button down shirt, and a sports jacket. A clone of myself, I mused. What brought him to a jack off club? Was he gay or straight? Married or single? Was he one of the guys from the forum who seemed to be infatuated with masturbation? Or was he just another male, like me, with a curious mind and a healthy sex drive?

The entrance was unremarkable in a street lined with a veterinary clinic, cleaners, a nail salon, and low-rent office space. After ten minutes I saw what looked like a typical cross section of New York’s male population enter the building. About a dozen people with ages that seemed to range from the late twenties into the sixties. They were tall and short, athletic and out of shape, well dressed and casual—and by appearances, most were from the upper middle class. Perhaps the only thing they had in common was a healthy male desire to take their masturbation to the next level.

What would I tell Deb if I went in there? We kept no secrets from each other and she was very open about sex, but would this be too much for her to handle?

I should walk away. Take a cab to a strip club and get a lap dance. Go and jerk off in my room, perhaps edging for a long time, the way it was described in the forum. Go to a cigar bar and light up a stogie and get hammered on single malt scotch.

I crossed the road.

Check in was smooth. I paid and was ushered to an area where I was directed to undress except for socks and shoes, and put my phone and my money clip into my socks. I dry-swallowed the two little blue pills, pulled on my Kiss guitarist head mask, and went to join the Halloween fun.

Debbie and I are nudists and we’ve been to nude beaches and clubs all around the country. I’d been in countless locker rooms and gyms where men walk around naked. The nudity didn’t worry me. Yet I was shaking like a leaf.

Thank God for the mask. I probably wouldn’t have done this otherwise. Not only was the anonymity assuring, but the fact was that in my professional capacity as a management consultant to some of my industry’s most senior executives, I had to keep my nose clean. No scandals, real or imagined, could be allowed to ruin my reputation.

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This is a story of sexual awakening and the cementing of a lifelong love of panties, proper panties that is, not that great pretender the thong! A thong is just that, a thong! And in my eyes can never be called panties! Panties must have a full back to be termed as such and that’s an end to it! Lecture over!

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An obsession? A Fetish? Who knows, all I know is that my love of a woman hiding her treasures in panties started a long time ago and I have my sister and her friends to thank for it. I am 55 now and still find an up skirt flash of panties, the sight and feel of a woman’s arse in cotton or silky panties the most erotic experience there is. The sight of a pair of panties glimpsed through the thin material of a light summer dress, or the feel of the material of a dress or silky slip sliding over panties, and of course last but not least the VPL! That wonderful outline of an undergarment that allows your mind to imagine what is under the outer garment of a complete stranger, oh how I despise the advent of the thong, that hateful piece of string that has no shape and no mystery!

So where and how did it all begin? I am sure there would have been some influences around my love of panties that could be attributed to my formative teenage years, I had a sister two years older than me and we were always very close, sharing secrets with each other and pretty much always got on well, I also generally got on really well with her friends who never seemed to mind me hanging around. It was not unusual for us all to go out together, either, in to town, swimming or just hanging out, obviously as the girls got older and started going to the pub or hanging with boys I kept my distance, but in truth we had a great relationship and never felt I was the irritating younger brother, although I could have my moments!!

Sally & I were never self-conscious about nakedness around each other she would often chat with me while I was in the bath or vice versa, we would kill time and just hang in each other’s bedrooms, even as we got older neither of us gave any real thought about changing clothes, stripping off ready for a bath or getting ready for bed if front of each other. There was never any sexual tension we were simply a brother and sister completely comfortable and relaxed around each other. So I had seen Sally naked and in her underwear for years, I had seen her bush grow, her tits develop without taking any real notice in a sexual way. The most common panty she wore were cotton bikini briefs mostly white sometimes coloured or with a light pattern, she also had nylon/silky bikini briefs in various colours as well.

That’s a lot of detail for someone that wasn’t taking any notice? Well seeing and taking sexual notice are two completely different things, however I do wonder if anything was happening in my subconscious, who knows? What I do know is the style of my sister’s underwear which also included silky half and mini slips remains to this day, my favourite, was that due to Sally or was it simply that most girls in the 70s wore bikini briefs and slips?

Of all the friends Sally had, three had remained constant and her best, she had known Diane, Julie & Jenny since she was 10 from the private girls’ school and Sixth Form College they had all attended together. I would often be invited to join them when they were in the house and also on many occasions when they went out. We were now all at the same college of further education (not everyone went to university in those days!!) The girls had been there for a couple of years whilst I had just started my first year. I had had a few adolescent forays into the world of women, the odd spirited grope and even a hand job but in truth was probably a little too interested in my sporting career playing both football and Rugby to quite a good level and was still I am ashamed to admit an 18yr old virgin!!

I had had a horrible week having been ill with tonsillitis and had been laid up in bed feeling pretty sorry for myself, however I was definitely on the mend now and starting to go a little stir crazy. It was about 4pm when I heard the front door open and the house filled with girly chatter and laughter.

“Hey keep it down girls” said my mother “We still have an invalid upstairs”

The girls had been in the house for about 20 minutes when Sally popped her head round the door.

“How’s the invalid today then” she asked

“Much better thanks Sis” I replied

“So Mike are you up for a bit of company then?” She asked

“Well yeah, that’d be great but I’m not sure I’m in any fit state to entertain” I said, actually hoping that they would come in as I was getting pretty bored

“Surely İstanbul Escort you’d rather be in your room listening to music and slagging off the other girls at college or debating who your conquest will be like you usually do?”

“Oh I think we can spare my poorly brother some of our precious time, what do you think girls?” She said turning to the rest of the girls outside my room.

At that they all poured into my room, they were all in dressed in impossibly short skirts and blouses which was par for the course! Some of girls skirts were so short on occasion that I am sure they simply kept the belt to wear and discarded the skirt! Certainly up to this point I neither knew or had given any thought to what was being worn under those skirts other than what Sally always seemed to be wearing which were her cotton or silky/nylon bikini briefs.

Once in the room, Sally sat next to me at the top of the bed, Julie flopped in my chair in the corner, and Diane grabbed a bean bag and placed herself next to the chair, this left Jen with nowhere to go, so she climbed up onto the end of my bed and sat cross legged.

I started to realise that this was slightly strange for me as I had never had all the girls in my bedroom before, normally I would always go and join them in Sally’s room and I must confess it introduced a slight Frisian to the atmosphere that I couldn’t really understand

We all talked for a while or rather they all gossiped about their day at college, the boys they fancied, other girls at college whom they bitched about, I had very little actual input to the conversation, but I was not really worried, I was simply enjoying the company, having been cooped up in my room for so long. And so to the moment of my transformation, the time when I first saw or took any notice of panties on anyone other than my sister.

So it was that after a few minutes of Jen sitting crossed legged in front to of me that I noticed she was flashing her panties at me. I was looking up her skirt at a triangle of white cotton. I had seen Sally many times wearing that same style of panty and it meant nothing, but this was different, these were Jenny’s panties I was seeing, underneath Jenny’s skirt at the top of Jenny’s thighs and for some reason on that day it made a difference difference!

I found myself completely transfixed by Jen’s panties while at the same trying not to make it obvious that I was looking up her skirt. In order to drag my eyes away from that glorious view, I looked over at Diane and Julie to see if they had anything on show. Julie had a fair amount of thigh to see but nothing else, Diane however did have a little white triangle in view, but nowhere near as much as Jen, which is where my eyes returned as if they had a mind of their own.

At this point Sally jumped off the bed and went into her room across the landing to fetch her portable radio; she came back with it on and was listening to one of the latest chart hits. While Sally was out of the room, Jen shifted her position on the bed and turned over so that she could reach her bag which was on the floor at the end of the bed, she made no attempt to control her skirt which now afforded me a wonderful view of her panty covered backside, two lovely round globes stretching the white cotton that covered them and down to the area between her legs where her pussy created a little bump. Having finished rooting through her bag she re-positioned herself as before and whilst my was now back to a triangle of cotton between her legs I had just been given the “full tour” of her panties back and front and I liked what I saw!

Now it seemed I had had the equivalent of a conversion on the road to Damascus, I was hooked! My heart was pounding, butterflies were doing a jig in my stomach, and the one eyed snake was doing a good impression of rigor mortis! So there I was in a panty world of my own, grabbing as many looks up Jen’s skirt to her panties as I could, without her noticing, Diane suddenly started laughing loudly and pointing at me said “Jen, you do realise that our patient over there is looking up your skirt”

Jen, who at this point had been turned round slightly, talking to Julie and Diane behind her, giving me the perfect opportunity to just stare straight up her skirt, turned and looked at me.

“Is that so young man?” she said with a slightly odd grin on her face.

I was mortified and did not know where to look or what to say, Sally wasn’t going to help me as she just laughed saying, “We’re going to have to be more careful around my little brother from now on if that’s what he’s up to!”

The odd thing is Jen did nothing to Anadolu Yakası Escort cover herself and continued to sit there as before; of course she was looking right at me now so I couldn’t look up her skirt, and in fact I had no idea where to look.

“So, do you like what you see, fella? She asked.

While I was dying of embarrassment! My face burning with my ears lit up like red beacons that could have guided an aircraft on to the runway; the other three had gone quiet and were waiting for me to reply.

“Well, I guess?” I mumbled.

“So how long have been looking up girls skirts then, do you like seeing a girls panties” asked Jen.

“I don’t know, yours are the first I’ve really taken any notice of, and I couldn’t really miss them could I? What with you sitting there crossed legged and your skirt riding up your legs!” I said with a little more conviction.

“Ooh I’m your first” giggled Jen “that’s so cute”

“Well that’s not true, is it?” said Sally

“What do you mean?” I asked

“You’ve seen my panties loads of times, in fact just this morning, when I came into your room wearing just my panties and my bra!”

“Oh, come on Sis, that hardly counts, we’ve grown up together”

I really didn’t know where this was going, however, I did know that despite the embarrassment I was feeling, I had a proper boner growing under my bed covers which fortunately only I was aware of.

“Hmm, well ladies, I guess it’s time to leave our little Peeping Tom to himself” said Sally, who, looking at me with a wicked grin on her face turned and left.

Jen got up from the bed giving me one final flash of white cotton, she then walked up to the top of the bed ruffled my hair, smiled at me and left. Diane and Julie who had been whispering and giggling in the corner got up and came over to the bed pecked me on the forehead and turned to walk away, then, they both stopped, started to laugh and promptly lifted the back of their skirts giving me a view of two panty covered bums, both white cotton fairly skimpy bikini briefs, a couple of seconds and a quick wiggle later and they were both laughing and skipping out of the room.

So was I in trouble with any of them? I didn’t think so, all seemed fairly amicable when the girls left the room, particularly given the bum flash I’d just had, and no doubt I would be finding out later from Sally! All of a sudden in that moment I decided I needed to be paying more attention to the female of the species and I had a lot of catching up to do!

I came down for supper that evening for the first time in a few days; however all seemed normal with Sally doing nothing out of the ordinary other than maybe the hint of a mischievous smile and a wink at me, but mainly just chatting away as usual. I watched TV for about an hour then went up to bed. I lay there thinking about the events of earlier in the day and instinctively started playing with my cock which was stiffening rapidly as I thought of the triangle of white cotton I had viewed up Jen’s skirt and I knew then, that I wanted more of the same.

I drifted off to sleep with my cock limp in my hand having had a very pleasurable orgasm thinking about the girls and their panties. I only woke when I heard Sally’s door closing across the landing and about 20 minutes later she knocked on my door and came in, nothing unusual there, we would often have a five or ten minute chat before she went to bed. Nothing unusual in what she was wearing either; it was a thin, white cotton nightdress, very short as was the fashion then and did little to hide her panties. What was unusual was that I had even noticed what Sally was wearing; I also noticed that I could quite clearly see her pink panties through the thin material of her nightdress and from the back the bottom was clearly visible below the hem. This was weird and I was struggling to understand what was going on with me.

“Hey! I asked you a question little brother” Sally said with a bit of a laugh

“Uh-huh, and what was that big sis?”

“I asked, whether you enjoyed the view up my friends skirt today?”

“Oh Come on Sally, what sort of a question’s that? What do you expect me to say, huh?”

“I want to know if my little brother’s finally taking some notice of girls?” she said.

“Look, I didn’t ask Jen to flash her panties at me, and as I said earlier, I could hardly miss them the way she was sitting on the bed! However if you must know, yes, I did like what I saw and I wouldn’t mind seeing some more!” I said a little touchily.

“Oh and Diane and Julie’s arses looked great I their panties as well, is that want you wanted to Kartal Escort hear Sis? I said verging on the edge of emotion.

I really don’t know why I was feeling so emotional, but this was obviously a turning point in my sexual development.

“Hey hey little brother, I’m not here to upset you, there’s nothing wrong or unnatural about what happened today and anyway Jen’s cool about it” she said putting her arm round me as we sat on the bed.

I groaned “Oh gods please don’t tell me you all talked about me looking up Jen’s skirt? I’ll never be able to look any of them in the eye again!”

“Oh come on cheer up, you know we all love you, it’s not your fault you’re starting to notice girls.” she said “But tell me what did you mean about Diane and Julie’s arses and their panties? You were only caught with looking up Jen’s skirt?”

“Yeah, well, they both flashed their panties at me as they left the room” I replied.

“They did!?” said Sally sounding surprised

“Yep, turned, lifted their skirts and wiggled their bums at me!”

“Well well, well! They did, did they? The little minxes, I’ll have to have a word with them” said Sally.

“Oh please don’t Sal, I’m embarrassed enough as it is without you lot laughing behind my back” I pleaded.

“Don’t worry Bro I’m just curious as to why they would do that, Jen was flashing without giving it any thought, but those two that was deliberate!”

“Anyway, I’ll see you in the morning, sweet dreams little bother!” Sally got up and walked towards the door and for the first time in my life I took notice of how a girl walked, but in particular how great a pair of panties looked on a swaying butt.

The following morning, I was just about to get out of bed when Sally came bounding in to my room wrapped in a towel obviously fresh from her shower but with something in her hand.

“Morning little brother, how is the invalid today?” she asked

“Much better thanks, Mum says seeing as its Friday she doesn’t see the point in going back to college till next week!” I replied.

“Lucky you! So anyway, I thought given your new interest in girl’s panties you could help me choose which ones I should wear today” she said this while holding out her hand which held three pairs of panties, white cotton, light blue nylon and pink cotton.

“Bloody hell Sis! Stop teasing me, how the hell should I know what panties you should wear?” I said, However even as I said this I was making my choice, but would rather have been choosing Jen’s or Diane’s or Julies panties. Somehow it didn’t feel quite right with Sally.

“Oh go on! Just choose a pair, what harm can it do?” At this, she threw all three pairs at me, the white ones hitting me in the face.

Wanting this to be over quickly, I picked up the white ones and said “If it’ll make you go away the put these on” I held them out to her, she walked over, took the panties from me and proceeded to pull them on giving me a quick flash of pussy as the towel lifted a fraction. She then dropped her towel and made a performance of adjusting them and smoothing her hands over what I was now noticing was a delightful arse.

Sally had been wearing a bra under the towel so was now standing in front of me in her bra and white cotton panties which in fact was not unusual, I had seen her like this many times before but somehow things had changed I was aware of my sister in a completely different way and it was really messing with my head. Instead I tried to imagine that it was Jen standing there in her white cotton panties smoothing her hands over her bum, and that was giving me a real hard on which then did me the honour of popping out of the fly hole in my pyjama bottoms to say hello! Of course with my luck Sally just had to notice before I could put it away again.

“Whoa little bro is that for me?” she said staring at my cock.

“No Sis, it came up when I imagined Jen standing there dressed like you are now, you’re my sister for god’s sake!” I said

“Hey sorry little fella, I didn’t mean to upset you it was only supposed to be a bit of fun, no harm done eh?” she said

“Other than my dying of embarrassment because my sister saw my boner and thinks it was for her! Nooo! No harm done! Now get dressed and go to college!” I said and slapped her cotton covered bum, something I had never done before!

“Ouch! Watch it young fella or I’ll set my friends on to you!”

“Now that might be fun” I thought to myself, but said nothing.

So there it was, I had been properly awoken to the delights of the female form and in particular a panty covered arse and pussy, there had been a slight shift in my relationship with my sister which worried me but I would find a way of handling. The main point was that I would have to be careful as I knew that would never be able to look at Sally’s friends in quite the same way again, so this was just the beginning of my journey.

To be continued…

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Authors note: This is something I wrote a few years ago, and although I don’t like it nearly as much as my recent material I thought maybe others, “YOU” would. Enjoy.

-SN

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I watched as you sat on your couch, blissfully unaware of anyone else’s of anyone else near you. The T.V was tuned to the Law and Order S.V.U, which seems kind of ironic. You are not even paying attention you are too focused on attending to the needs of your body. I don’t blame you your body is highly enticing and would make anyone do something stupid for it.

Your shirt is lifted up to your neck exposing your perfectly pert breasts, both nipples are erect from you playing with them. Grabbing and tugging on your nipples I hear you groan in pleasure, making my mouth water. You are using your left hand only now, kneading them harder, almost abusing them. Your right hand is slowly making its way down to your waistband.

I involuntarily lick my lips as I find myself wishing your hand to move faster. Your hand disappears under the cloth and I find myself willing you with my mind to just pull them down. Your hand moves a few times underneath but you grow frustrated and I get my wish. Your sweatpants are now down to your knees. I feel my own crotch twitch with need as I stare at you. Your pussy is freshly waxed and gleaming with your play already.

Fingers quickly go back to work to what they were doing before. Teasing your clit you gasp as you enter a finger deep inside yourself. You abandon your breasts altogether and use one hand to penetrate as hard and deep as you physically can. While the other is rubbing generously around your clit.

Taking a few steps forward from my hiding place, I groan softly when I hear your moans. You are very close to achieving your goal. You still don’t notice me as your eyes are closed I’m sure imagining your sweetheart. Your face becomes contorted and I can’t help but reach out to touch your newly shaven legs. It’s smooth and invigorating to my senses.

A sharp terrified gasp is emanated from you. I look at your face and see you are shocked to see me. Why wouldn’t you be? You were home alone as far as you knew.

“What the fuck?” You yell at me. I only grin as I watch you struggle to grab composure. Your hands are attempting to cover your nakedness and you are desperately looking around for something. You see it and reach for it forgetting how exposed you are.

“Don’t unless you want a bullet to the head.” The words make you halt just centimeters from touching your phone. You look at my face to see if I am bluffing. A click that sounds like gears locking into place, comes from inside my hoodie pocket. It is enough to convince you that I just pulled the hammer back on a gun.

“Please,” your hands are now covering your body from my view again. “I have money, if you promise to go now I will give it to you, I won’t even call the police.” Your voice is cracked and you look like you could cry at any moment. The fear only excites me more.

“It’s not your money I want beautiful,” I say with ragged breath. Your face looks a few shades whiter than it was only seconds before. I force myself to take a deep breath. My body is shaking with anticipation with what I am about to do. I can’t afford to make any mistakes from this point on. “Stand up.” I calmly tell you. I motion from inside my hoodie jacket to remind you what I have.

Obeying you stand up slowly, your knees are shaking violently from fear. Your shirt falls covering your front again, and I allow you to bend down to pull up your sweatpants. “Now walk to the bedroom.” You give in and slowly start your way to your assumed room. When you notice me bend down to pick something up you take your chance and run up the stairs. I am faster though and I run after you, catching up as you try and slam the door in my face. I push past easily.

Panic is in your eyes when I grab you and toss you face first onto the bed. I climb on top pinning you roughly as you struggle to get me off of you. You are making it difficult for me to control you, so I grab you by the neck and pinch hard. “Stay still,” I demand. You freeze like a cat. Taking both your hands I bring them behind you Ataşehir Escort and use the duct tape I had. I wrap the tape around your wrists to bind them together with your fingers locked together.

Pulling you to the end of the bed I loop my fingers under your waistband and drag my nails down your legs as I take off the hindering things. When your ass is bared to me I enjoy running my hands across it, groping and pinching it.

“Please, you don’t have to do this.” You beg me. I press my hips hard into your ass, making sure you feel the hardness in my pants.

“Oh, but I do. I need you.” I am making my way back up your legs when I notice how wet your pussy is from your own antics earlier. My face is so close it is inevitable, your aroma is intoxicating. I run my tongue along your slit caressing it. You taste even better, I keep tasting you licking your clit lightly. I hear you say something, but I ignore you. I am heavily invested in what I am doing. My tongue probes deep inside you. I am practically drowned from the wetness that follows.

I remove myself gleeful and watch you panting, I am suddenly feeling too hot. I take off the hoodie I am wearing. The heat from all the adrenaline is killing me. Wearing only a bra now makes it easier to move around.

I drag you off the bed so that you are on your knees. When I walk in front of you the first thing you notice is the knife that I have in my right hand. You look terrified and it pleases me when you try to cower away from my touch.

The back of the knife is at your throat, you don’t move fearing I will nick you. I slowly trace the carotid artery down your neck and just below your shirt. You flinch when you hear fabric tare. I saw through half of the shirt before giving up and just rip the rest of it off of you. When my eyes connect with yours again all fear has left them and pure anger and hatred is looking back at me.

“That was my favorite shirt, you bitch.” You snap at me. I flinch, knowing that I made a mistake.

“Not my problem.” I shrug drop it from my mind and focus at my task again. I look at your now fully exposed body admiring it. Your tits are hard and perky and your pussy is smooth still wet from my tongue bath. I violate you by running my hands and fingers all over you.

One last thing will complete this. I reach in my bag for the last item I brought with me. Two small clamps one in each hand, opening them I put one on each of your nipples. When you cry out in pain I feel the wetness between my own legs grow. I pinch a clamped nipple hoping to hear it again. I get my wish when you give a little scream.

I can no longer keep myself from touching you, and I plunge my right hand deep inside you with no warning. You are wetter than I had anticipated and I slip in easily. Using three fingers I roughly enter you again and again. My free hand pinching one of your nipples while my mouth takes over the other.

It feels like forever, I know you are holding yourself back, refusing me satisfaction. So I focus on finding the one spot I know will make you come, and come hard. Finding it easily enough it only takes a couple of strokes.

“No, wait, please I don’t want to come.” Hearing you beg only makes me more eager so I rub you harder. It doesn’t take much longer, you are coming hard and your legs fold tight around me. Your sweet liquid is squirting out of you. When I pull my hand away from you give a small sigh of relief. I wait for you to finally open your eyes and when you do I stick my fingers in my mouth. I love the reaction you give me, you blush a deep red and turn away refusing to look at me.

I grab your chin forcing you to look back at me. The fingers I had just sucked on your lips. “Open,” I command. You start to shake your head no. My other hand wraps around your neck tight enough so you know I could hurt you if I wanted to but not so hard that you couldn’t breathe. “Open,” I demanded once again. You open your mouth tentatively and I assault it making sure you taste both of us, rubbing my fingers all over your tongue and checks. When I am satisfied you got your fill I removed my hand.

I stand up and circle around you admiring how perfect Kadıköy Escort you are. The trepidation in your eyes has me on edge I could have come right there just from that look alone. I let my sense take you in. My hands roam the softness of your skin, feeling all the little goose bumps that my touch leaves behind. My eyes taking your fearful body stance as you cringe under my hands. My tongue runs the length of your neck tasting the sweat caused by your fear. My ears are ringing from your moans of discomfort. I inhale deeply, your sweat smells like arousal to me.

“Would you like a lollipop?” I ask dead serious forcing you to look me in the eyes. When you say nothing I stand so that my waist is level with your mouth. Shrugging I unzip my pants “I’ll take that as a yes, you do need one.” I pull out my seven-inch purple cock. “Be a good little slut and suck it.”

The look you give me is quizzical, what could I get from you sucking a fake cock. “Go fuck yourself with it.” You say as you spit at me. I laugh wiping the saliva off. Grabbing you by the hair I pull back hard enough to make your body bend back uncomfortably. When I raise my hand as if to back-hand you, you flinch, this tells me you will cooperate. I release my tight grip on your hair but keep my hand tangled in it, to use force if need be.

You open your mouth and I help guide it in. I only let you take as much as you can handle not forcing it in, that would do no good, I only want you to make it wet. After you spend a good amount of time doing that I pull back on your hair removing myself. I stand you up and throw you back to the bed, on your back this time. I top you, but when I try to gain access between your legs, you only hold them tighter together.

“Spread them, or I will flip you over and fuck your ass instead, and I promise that will hurt a lot more than this will.” Your face falls and you give in. Forcing your own body to go against every self-defense it knows. Your eyes close tight and turn away from me.

I take my time, entering you slowly at first. Loving the feeling of the resistance beneath me. I hold tight onto your hips pulling you hard onto me. It only takes a couple of thrusts before I lose myself in you. I am moaning with the effort. Or is that you? I feel your legs wrap tight around my own forcing me even closer to you. We both come spontaneously, and I collapse heaving hard on top of you. I feel the rising of your chest and I savor the feeling for a moment.

I pry myself off of you and slip out. I examined your face I am trying to determine if you have one more round in you. The defiance is still in your eyes as you look at me. Probably wondering if I am finished with you. You have one more lesson to learn I decide. Grabbing your legs I drag you to the edge of the bed and turn you on your stomach so that your feet are touching the ground. This gives me better leverage for what I need.

A slip three fingers deep inside your soaked pussy, you moan and writhe under me, too weak to try and get away anymore. When my hand is sufficiently wet I use my index finger and slowly probe the sensitive skin around your asshole.

“Wait,” You start to protest. But I don’t care. My finger slips easily enough halfway, I keep pushing pas the resistance until it disappears. When I pull it out I twist it and push it back in. I do this a few more times, adding another finger ever third or fourth stroke. Using your natural lubricant to ease the forced friction.

“Please not there, it’s too much.” you try again. You are trying to wiggle out of my grasp again. I firmly hold you down with my left pressing my palm hard on your lower back. Preventing you from moving any further away from me, not that you even made it that far.

“Trust me my beautiful little slut, I have only just gotten started on your ass.” I pull out and before you have time to react I bring my hand back down hard onto your ass. It leaves a nice red welt. You gasp, but other than that you don’t make a sound to my disappointment. Frowning I smack you again even harder in the same spot hoping the tenderness would at least make you whimper. But this time you don’t even grunt.

It’s another Bostancı Escort five or so smacks that are just as hard if not harder before you make another sound. Giving up for the moment I rest my hand on your ass feeling the heat emanating from it. “If I come back and you have moved I promise you will be sorry.”

I walk out of the room praying that you listen, I am bluffing there is nothing else I can think of that I could do to you, that I haven’t already done. I fumble around in the kitchen and find what I am looking for. When I walk back to the bedroom I am pleased to see you have heeded my warning. It doesn’t look like you have moved an inch.

Hiding the object from view as I move back behind you, your body contorts trying to see what I have retrieved. “Turn back around.” I raised my right eyebrow daring you’re to challenge my authority. You cast your eyes and do as you are told. I swing at your as, but not with nearly as much force as I had with just my hand. The wooden spoon connects with a solid smack, and I get what I am waiting for.

A sharp scream is music to my ears. I am greedy and want more. I smack your already tender ass again, eliciting another beautiful scream. I can’t help myself, I hit you again and again until you start crying and begging me to stop. I am breathing heavy from the effort as well as from excitement, I feel you are ready again.

Shoving the cock hard into your pussy I feel no resistance, you are so wet it slips right in. I ram my hips hard into you a few times and pull all the way out. I move the cock a little higher and penetrate your tight hole. Only putting the head in I leave it there, while my fingers find your clit, rubbing hard in little circles, it isn’t long before you are moaning like the slut I know you are.

When I hear the first moan I push in a little further, slowly at first. Halfway in I hear you moan something like you are begging me to do something. I wasn’t sure I heard you correctly, surely I heard wrong. I listen harder.

“Fuck me harder.” Euphoria takes a hold and I can no longer allow myself to be gentle. I slam the cock the rest of the way into you, forcing you to take every inch the hard way. I feel you shake under me, feeling like you are close, I use my free hand and roughly take a hold of whatever amount of hair I can grab and jerk it back forcing you to arc your body almost to the point of standing. You give a final groan and let yourself go limp, I am close behind you and shove my hips into you, once, twice more, before my body shakes hard and I am cursing everything word that comes to mind, which is mostly just ‘Fuck’.

I feel weak but I don’t allow myself to collapse. I need to finish the job. I take off my pants to remove the strap-on from my waist. Grabbing my knife from inside the pocket I advance back at you.

Gingerly I cut away the tape and help you move your arms back to your sides. They must have gotten soar because you are groaning at the effort it takes just to do that. I massage your arms from the shoulders down helping the feeling come back to your limbs and fingers.

When you can wiggle your digits on your own I help you turn over and sit up. As gently as I can I remove the clamps fastened to your nipples, you suck in a deep breath from the pain and slap me. I flinch but laugh all the same. They always hurts worse coming off than they do when I put them on you.

I hand you a small glass of ice water which you take gratefully. As you down the glass I examine the rest of your body making sure no permanent damage is done. When you are done I take the glass back and put it back on the nightstand.

You kiss me on the check and sigh deeply. “That was fantastic.” You groan as I help you crawl up further in the bed. I get us both comfortable and pull you close to me. “I hurt all over though.” You say moaning partly from the pain and partly from the memory of how good it felt.

“Hurts so good?” I say laughing as I kiss your neck softly.

“Yes.” You smile gleefully. “Hurts oh, so, good.”

“By the way, you really did ruin one of my favorite shirts, I am going to get you back for that.” You say as you inch your butt closer to me. I could feel the blood drain from my face. Knowing you I would be suffering one way or another very shortly for what I had done. I look forward to it.

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Authors note: I hope you have enjoyed this short, please let me know what you think. Criticism is an author’s fuel!

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Mary gathered her wedding dress above her waist, lay back on the bridal bed and spread her legs. She had been anticipating this night for some time since her husband-to-be promised that she’d be VERY satisfied on her wedding night. She had discarded her panties upon entering the bridal suite.

She had been celibate for a year when they met, due to a string of unsatisfying relationships. She always gently and firmly denied Jerry’s sexual advances, and to her surprise, he continued to date her. When he proposed, she readily accepted, reminding him that there would be no intercourse until the wedding night. That was when he told her what he had planned for that special night. He told her he’d even hold back from solo relief for a month before experiencing her pussy for the first time.

Mary almost gave in when Jerry told her his plans. Her sexual urges between her hips were the most intense she had ever felt, and it was all she could do to adhere to her own rule.

Jerry had a painful case of blue balls on their wedding day. His self imposed chastity had been more intense than he had anticipated. But he persisted, and told himself that it would be so much sweeter when he would enter his new bride.

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Mary Kartal Escort gasped when she wrapped her hand around his cock. “Oh my gosh, it’s big!” she exclaimed.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

“Oh my God, yes!” she whispered. Her insides trembled with excitement and anticipation.

He impatiently pressed in a couple of inches.

“Oh! Oh God!” she exclaimed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes! Yes! I want it!”

He shoved his dick in all the way. She was tight and well lubricated from her arousal.

“Oh! Ahh!” she squirmed. He held still for a few moments to let her appreciate the size of his member. Then he slowly pumped, using long strokes. Each time he pushed in all the way, he paused for a moment.

Then it came. Her first vaginal orgasm. She unabashedly filled the room with her wordless exclamations as she twisted from side to side with his big dick inside her. He resumed thrusting, a little faster this time. A few minutes later, when her next orgasm overtook her, he could no longer hold back. “Uhh! Uh! Uhh! Uh! Uhhh!” he groaned as his cock throbbed and spurted inside her.

“Oh God, that feels good!” Pendik Escort she exclaimed. “More! Give me more!”

His dick had not softened, and since he had given her an immense serving, he knew he could fuck for a while before spurting again. He maneuvered her into several different positions, and she had one orgasm after another. He felt himself cross the point of no return, and exclaimed, “Oh my God!” and again spurted and spurted inside the sexy bride.

He stayed inside her until his breathing became normal, and then pulled out. He quickly got dressed, smiled at Jerry, and left the room.

Jerry had been completely undressed as he observed his bride’s intense fucking. It had taken all his effort to keep his hands off his cock when he heard her orgasmic exclamations.

He removed her blindfold. Their eyes met, and she exclaimed, “Oh, Jerry, that was wonderful!”

He smiled and approached her pussy with his mouth. What a mess, he told himself. He licked all around her pussy. “Oh! Oh my gosh! Jerry, this is so nasty! I love it!”

Jerry then had her straddle his mouth and he enthusiastically cleaned her pussy while she had several more orgasms.

Then Göztepe Escort she removed her wedding dress and lay on the bed completely naked with a come hither look in her eyes. Jerry positioned his painfully erect cock at her entrance. He plunged in, and got down on top of her. One thrust. Two thrusts. Three thrusts, and he crossed the line. “Oh my God, Mary!” he hoarsely whispered as he spurted and spurted inside her. It was a sweet feeling for Jerry, and he tried to savor the experience. Mary again straddled his mouth and he eagerly cleaned her pussy of his own sperm, giving her two orgasms.

They slept for a few hours, and Jerry awoke with and intense ache in his nuts. He licked his bride’s pussy, and when she awoke, he entered her and kept still. “Stay like that, Jerry,” Mary pleaded. “You’re longer than the guy with the big dick, even though his is a lot wider!”

“It feels so good to be inside you, Mary.”

He kept still as much as possible while inside his new bride. Her excited eyes, her sweet lips, and the incredible feeling of her tight pussy overpowered what little self control he had.

“Mary… Mary, I can’t… Oh God!” Jerry again spurted recklessly inside her.

He was disappointed. “I’ll make it up to you,” he said as he pulled out and began to lick her freshly spermed pussy.

“Like earlier tonight?”

He noticed the gleam in her eyes as she asked.

He said yes.

“You’re so good to me, Jerry. Fuck me again!”

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The frequent drinking of water had filled my bladder during my walk and I didn’t think I’d make it to my house without emptying it. I stepped behind some bushes, pulled my semi hard cock from my shorts and started to relieve myself. After a while I heard a noise and noticed her standing behind me!

She approached me and whispered in my ear as I pissed, “Nothing is more erotic to me then the sight of a man pissing!”

I smiled a little and tried to continue to pee. She got closer and grabbed hold of my pissing cock. I moaned as my cock grew harder; it was becoming more difficult to piss at this point.

I chuckled.

“No woman has ever said that to me.”

She smiled as she held my cock tight. It made it harder for me to finish, and the stream became a trickle. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth; taking my cock she directed the flow into her mouth and drank its last drops.

She licked me clean and then re-inserted my cock back into her mouth. She smiled as she felt me tense and then my cock throb as I held back the urge to cum.

Now, after pissing into her mouth, I was about to cum as well.

‘God, what a fucking turn on this is,’ I thought, ‘here we are in the park, in the bushes and this woman is sucking my cock and drinking my piss.’

Looking around to make sure no one was watching I heard her moaning as I shot my load into her mouth, which she drank like my piss. She got up and kissed me on the mouth, which made me taste both my cum and my own piss.

She asked if I’d like to go to her place for a drink.

I smiled and nodded, ” Yes.”

I put my cock back in my shorts and followed her as she led the way to her house. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I wondered what she tasted like as well.

When we arrived at the house she offered me a drink. Even though I had another drink in mind, we went into the kitchen to get two bottles of water. I followed her and while we walked, I asked her if she lived alone.

She said, ” Yes.” Then she asked about me.

I told her my story and that my children were at their mother’s for a month. We walked back into the living room with two bottles of water.

When we had settled on the couch, I asked if she was in a relationship at the moment.

“No,” she said, “I’m a bit strange to most people and prefer to keep to myself. Occasionally I meet up with men to satisfy my sexual needs, but nothing steady.”

We got along so well and had such a good conversation that it became later and later and after having enough of water, we poured ourselves a drink. It was still a good conversation, but now we went into more intimate details.

Kristin, for that was her name, told me that her independence was not the only reason that she was still single. Her strange sexual desires had more to do with Anadolu Yakası Escort that.

As I remembered the scene from earlier that evening, I jumped at the chance to ask for more details. I probably shouldn’t have but due to the alcohol I did and Kristin told me her story.

“At a young age,” she said, “I discovered the joys of masturbation but after a while it lost its zing … then I discovered boys and in the end that too did not give me what I needed. One day on the way home from school I had to wait for the bus for a very long time. I had a very full bladder and when I arrived home, I made it to the bathroom, but when I bent over to pull my panties down, it was too late and I wet myself.

Instead of being embarrassed I got excited. I masturbated through my wet panties making myself cum three times while pee was dripping down my legs. From that moment on I started to experiment and turned every time I had to relieve myself into an erotic pee party. I tried diapers, plastic shorts, panties, my slacks, and a skirt where I’d just lift it and pee no matter where I was, in the bathtub, in the shower, in the forest, anywhere and anytime I could!

I had confided in my best friend, who at that time had told me I was dirty and sick.

That didn’t stop me from doing it though, not even when I grew older. Whenever I had a boyfriend, I’d tell them about my fetish, but none wanted to participate. I then stopped telling and stuck to normal sex with men, keeping the peeing games to myself.”

Looking at me, she said, “So why I’m telling you all this, I don’t know.”

Before she concluded more of her story she looked at me and smiled, adding, “Probably because I sucked on your pissing cock.”

Smiling back I said, “Then what would you like to do to a man, Kristin?”

She blushed, hung her head and spoke softly.

“As long as there’s pissing involved, I’d love to try it! I’d love to be peed on, with a stream of piss directed into my clit. Or I piss on him; we both piss while we are fucking. I’d love to feel the pee run down my legs as I get my ass fucked. My biggest wish is to do it with three men at the same time – in the end they all are pissing on me.”

Putting my hand under her chin I lifted it slowly.

“Although I am just one man, I’d like to try the things you proposed. I really enjoyed the adventure we had and even though I had no experience in that area, it didn’t turn me off and I’d love to do it again.”

I smiled, and then I kissed her on the lips. Excited about my response, Kristin kissed me right back and together we walked to her bathroom.

While Kristin spread out some thick towels to lie down on comfortably, I undressed quickly waiting for her to do the same. When she had finished she started to undress.

‘My God,’ I thought, Pendik Escort ‘she is beautiful.’

Her toned body with firm breasts, her bald pussy, everything! She had shaved off all her cunt hair, because of hygiene, but it was a beautiful cunt to see.

We first took a long shower and made sure to drink lots of water to fill up our bladders even more.

The water and drinks had done their jobs, but we wanted the supply to last. We washed each other and got aroused already.

I looked at Kristin and saw the need in her eyes,

“I’m ready to burst, honey, please lie down,” I told Kristin.

Quickly she lay down on the towels, spreading her legs and opened up her glistening pussy. I grabbed hold of my semi-hard cock and asked her, “What do you want?”

She started to finger fuck and rub her clit vigorously; moaning, she whispered, “I want you to piss on me!”

Concentrating I produced a nice stream of piss and aimed it at her slightly opened cunt. With my piss hitting its mark she moaned loudly. I managed to stop my flow, so I wouldn’t dry out too early, and she continued to rub herself. Then all of a sudden she squirmed and reached her first release. Kristin turned over and got up on her hands and knees.

“Now fuck me in the ass,” she screamed. Although I had never done that before, I instinctively spat into the crack of her ass, lubing her asshole; I did the same for my now hard cock.

With some more spit, I lubed my finger and inserted it into her tight asshole. She let out a yelp so I stopped and waited for her to relax. Then I removed my finger and pushed my hard spit covered cock into her. Slowly but steadily, inch by inch till I was completely in to my balls and they were resting on her ass cheeks.

Kristin must have had more experiences with this than me, because she could take my cock without any sigh or moan from pain. When I had put the length of it in, I reached down and started to rub her clit. Not long after Kristin let out a moan and screamed.

“Keep at it, don’t stop, oh my god – I’m pissing and cumming!”

Soon my hand became wet from a stream of her hot piss, then her release for the second time. What a horny bitch she was!

While I kept on fucking her ass, I licked her piss from my fingers; I wanted to taste her. After a few seconds Kristin fell forward, so my cock popped out of her ass.

“Lie down on your back,” she whispered.

Quickly I lay down on the piss soaked towels and realized I was now lying down in my own piss and hers. I didn’t mind a bit and was eager to see what would happen next.

“Are you ready for it?” asked Kristin, standing over me.

“God yes,” I replied, thinking Kristin would stand over me and piss on my cock. Boy was I wrong. She squatted down, took my cock and shoved it into her hot, Kurtköy Escort wet pussy. She started to ride me hard and soon I realized she was pissing on me at the same time.

“This is so fucking hot!” I moaned to her.

I thought, ‘My god! This feeling is indescribable.’

The wetness of her piss, the heat of her cunt and the pulsating of her cunt muscles made me realize I was about to cum again today.

As I warned her of this, Kristin stuttered back, “I’m cumming again! Yes, yes, oh, oh oh, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh, yes!”

Several seconds later I felt the cum rushing down my cock and I was emptying into her hot throbbing cunt.

The release of me cumming and the pressure of her sitting on my belly brought my attention to my bladder, which was still relatively full.

Once again I asked Kristin, “What do you want me to do now? I need to piss.”

She clenched her muscles and moaned, “Do it, please.”

I emptied my bladder inside her hot cunt, feeling the pressure inside building until she burst and my own pee flowed back down over me. I saw a look on her face telling me how much this was exciting her.

Then she stood up, smiled and got on her hands and knees, bent down and licked my now limp cock completely clean.

Turning into the sixty nine position, she made sure her pussy was close to my face.

“Are you ready for it?” she asked.

Kristin had no trouble whatsoever relieving herself. The flood of diluted piss hit me right in the face. I shoved over a little, opened my mouth and tasted piss for the first time in my life and loved it. The combination of tasting her piss, the sight of her bald pussy over my face and the warmth of her tongue all over my cock got me hard again.

“Please hold some back,” I begged her.

“Why? Do you want me to piss on your hard on?” she asked.

She smiled and went back to work on my cock with her tongue and hands.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum again!” I shouted.

Quickly she got up, squatted over my cock and started a hard and steady stream directly onto my cock and balls. Between the heat of her piss and the spur of the moment it sent me over the edge, making me cum for the third time that day, without me or her touching my cock.

I was impressed by the load I had produced. After all, I had cum twice earlier that day. She sat on me in the 69 position again.

“Lick me clean, I’ll do the same,” she said.

I enjoyed the last drops from her cunt. She did the same to me and swallowed my cum load at the same time. I even managed to make her cum one more time that night as well. We then took a shower, cleaned up the bathroom and got dressed.

We enjoyed a cup of coffee, talked some more and made a date for another time. We met several times more indulging in piss games at her apartment. It did not become a true relationship, but we have had some very good times together.

She had opened my eyes to some things I never would have tried and now I don’t shy away from new experiences, I just remember the time in the park, smile… and say what the hell!

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Note: This story is not a part of any other story or continuity that I have written before. Enjoy.

It had been a long time since I had heard from Harmony. She had been the last of my few college girlfriends, the last before I started dating the one who would become my wife. I had noticed Harmony in a couple of my classes junior year. Even though she was a short, little mousy thing, it was hard to miss her thanks to her huge bustline. Even though she never dressed to show off, she had some big tits and there wasn’t much she could do to hide them. I say she didn’t dress to show off, but there was the yellow “periodic table” tee-shirt she wore to a chem lab. That gave all the guys, me included, an excuse to gawk at those huge tits. She didn’t wear that again, so I don’t think she liked the attention.

Turned out she was only trying to get MY attention! I’d later find out that she had intentionally signed up for, or transferred into, as many of the classes I was in as she could. She even took a thermodynamics course that was outside of her chemistry major, just to see me! She was actually stalking me. And it worked. I had been without a girlfriend for a while and I always had a thing for big tits, so it wasn’t very far into the semester that I found myself asking her out. I didn’t know it then, but I could have slept with her the first time I spoke to her. Instead I asked her out to a couple of movies, like a gentleman. But she was sending out all the signals. I just couldn’t believe my luck. Before long I had figured it out and we were fucking like rabbits every chance we could.

After a month or two, I could tell that she was in love with me, whereas I was just in love with fucking her. I was in love with her big tits and the way they moved when she was on top of me or on her hands and knees in front of me. For a girl who was maybe 5′ 1″, she had tits that overfilled a 36DD bra. When released from its confines they hung gloriously down to her navel. They had vertical stretch marks high up on her chest like I had never seen. And her aureole were pale pink, almost invisible, topped with nipples that were wide, but barely protruded. It seemed to me that the volume of her breasts had so stretched the aureole and nipples that they were barely there. Nonetheless, I sucked and licked and bit those things for hours and hours. And she loved to fuck. Maybe because she thought of me as some kind of superstar, she would fuck and come and fuck some more. She only said no to me once, when I asked to use her backdoor. This really irked me. And it got me to thinking that there wasn’t much more for us to do other than repeating what we had already done so many times.

Finally, I told her that I didn’t reciprocate her love. I told her I was really just using her for sex. I told her I didn’t want to see her any more and that she should find someone who cared for her as a person. She cried, but then offered to just be my sex toy. For another week or two, I just called her or went to her room late at night after I was done partying for a quick fuck. She didn’t complain, but I felt like a real shit. Finally, I stopped seeing her and started seeing my future wife. Harmony was crushed. I was her one and only, but she moved on. At our last meeting, she offered to fuck me any time I wanted to cheat on my new girlfriend. Wow.

Flash forward fifteen years. I had been married for nearly ten years. I was happy, if not as sexually satisfied as I wanted to be. Married sex was good, but it was infrequent and unvarying. I had a collection of xxx videotapes and DVDs and took care of my excess sexual needs myself. I was surprised, when out of nowhere I got a call at my office from Harmony. She had not forgotten me even as she got on with her life. She had married and divorced a guy, but not before he had gotten her pregnant. She had a one-year old and they lived not far from where I did with my little family. She begged me to come over. She needed to talk. It had been over a week since I had gotten any action at home. Maybe that’s what tipped the balance. I said I’d come over.

Harmony Anadolu Yakası Escort met me at the door in a blue sweater and grey sweatpants. She hadn’t changed much. She still had baby-fine brown hair that came to her shoulders and she was still unmistakably shapely. She had always had voluptuous hips, a narrow waist and those enormous tits. We shared a tiny, quick, platonic hug and sat down to talk. She updated me on her failed marriage and told me about her baby, who was asleep upstairs. She told me she had never stopped thinking about me and had followed my life through the college alumni news and friends of friends.

I told her I was happy and wasn’t there to cheat on my wife. She told me she was available if I ever changed my mind. She told me she had asked me to come over for another reason. She told me that she breastfed her daughter. I shifted in my seat as my cock throbbed and grew a bit. She said that her daughter had stopped “taking the breast” and would only drink her milk from bottles.

“I make a lot of milk,” she told me, noting my reaction. “A LOT,” she repeated. “I’ve filled dozens of bottles. I’ve filled the fridge and freezer. And my breasts are aching right now as they are so full.”

“So, why don’t you just pump it out and dump it?” I asked.

“I’m so sick of using that pump. It hurts for one thing and it takes forever to empty what I have.” She paused as if she was deciding whether to proceed.

“So I asked you here because I remember how you used to spend hours sucking my breasts. I knew you would enjoy doing it now that I could give you my milk.”

“I told you I wouldn’t fuck you. I’m married now,” I said. I used the word “fuck” to try to put her off.

“I’d love if you’d fuck me. But I need your mouth to suck on my big milk-filled tits.” She used words she knew would get my attention. My cock was straining in my pants now. I was sure she could see. “Please just suck on my tits and relieve the pressure. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Please?”

I had been trying to stay focused on her big, blue doe-eyes as she spoke, but now I let my gaze fall to her massive chest fully filling that heavy blue sweater. I could tell she had a bra on, but I was dying to see those tits I had feasted on so many times before.

“I’ll take that as a yes”, she said. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it up. In one motion, she was sitting before me in just a bra and sweatpants. She tossed the sweater aside. I was gawking at the big white bra, filled to overflowing. Her skin was as pale and smooth as it had been years before. She was watching me looking at her and she could see I was transfixed. Part of me wanted to tell her to stop, but she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of the bra. I saw the smallest smile dance across her full lips as she watched my face. My heart was pounding. My breathing was ragged. My raging hard-on strained to be released.

She shrugged slowly and the bra fell forward a little, then she pulled it away and tossed it on top of her sweater. There they were, displayed for my appreciative gaze. The biggest, sweetest tits I had ever seen. They had changed a lot from my last sight of them. They were much bigger and fuller. They still hung from her chest, but stood out from it too. And her aureole were now a dark coral pink and very distinct from the pale white of her breasts. And at the center of each aureole was a long, thick, erect nipple, that was even darker than the surrounding puckered flesh. I just sat there staring at those tits.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked. Then, not waiting for an answer she said, “Come suck on them for me. Please.”

I moved to her side there on the sofa. She laid back against the cushions. I was mesmerized by the sight. I felt almost unable to move.

“Come on, baby. Suck on these big milk jugs. Taste Mommy’s milk. It’s all for the big baby. Enjoy it all, baby.”

That was it. She had somehow read my mind and chosen just the words Bostancı Escort that set me off. I reached out to cup one huge tit and lift it slightly, bringing the big stiff nipple to my lips. I opened my mouth to encircle it and slowly engulfed its stiffness and began to suckle gently. I cupped the big mound in my hand and hefted it a bit higher and squeezed it. I sucked at the fleshy nub and tasted the sweetness of her milk. My tongue encircled the nipple and again I squeezed and sucked and this time my mouth was flooded with the sweet warm nectar. I repeated the squeezing and suckling as her milk flowed into my hungry mouth. I could hear Harmony moaning as I suckled at her enormous milk-filled tit. She shifted and I moved away from the fountain of sweetness for a moment.

I looked down at her bountiful bosom. From the big, dark nipple of right tit I had been sucking hung a big drop of pale white milk. It dropped off and was replaced by another. I was about to move back to suckling there when I saw Harmony cup the huge left breast and offer it up to me. A jet of milk arced from the thick, hard nipple as she did this. I dived down onto the offered bounty and suckled like a starving baby. I sucked hard and she squeezed and worked the milk from the breast forward and it flowed into my mouth. Soon I was on my knees in front of her moving from huge dripping breast to breast, sucking and squeezing and moaning. Harmony was moaning too. I don’t even know how long she had been grinding her pussy mound against my chest as I suckled but I suddenly felt her buck and her whole body spasmed. She was coming hard. I pulled away for a moment to see her face, flushed and glowing. She moaned and I leaned into her. I looked down and tiny needle-like jets of milk were arcing from each nipple. I quickly got back to my work of suckling and drinking Harmony’s milk.

After a few more minutes, I could feel her passion rise again. Harmony shifted sideways on the sofa, laying longways on it now. She worked a hand into the waistband of her sweatpants and began to finger herself. I suckled until the flow of milk began to diminish, but not stop. I pulled back and sat on the coffee table facing her. I unbuckled my pants and pulled down my boxers and began to stroke my aching rock-hard cock. I saw Harmony’s eyes widen and she came almost screaming. Her hips bucked and twisted and she made animal sounds as her orgasm rocked her body. I tugged at her sweats and she pulled them down and off. She turned to face me. We sat two feet apart. Her eyes were locked on my cock, fully erect and dripping pre-cum. My balls were aching to unload. I cupped them and stroked my shaft.

Harmony reached out to touch my cock, but I pushed her hand back toward her pussy. She moved her hips to the edge of the sofa and began to rub her clit. She pulled back on the hood and showed me the glistening little button and then she rubbed down on it and plunged two fingers into her wet pussy. I stared at the show she put on for me and I felt my orgasm building. She pulled her fingers out and they glistened with her wetness. Her pussy was dripping with its juices. I looked up and and her huge milk jugs were both dripping milk down her belly. She cupped one huge tit and raised the nipple to her lips. She sucked it and drank her own milk, her eyes locked to mine. Then she repeated that with the other huge tit.

It was too much for me. My cock exploded in jet after jet of thick, white ropy cum. It shot high and arced onto her thighs. I kept pumping my cock and load after load of cum blasted out. Harmony came again as she saw me shaking from the pleasure. We each slumped back to recover.

Two weeks went by after that. Harmony had told me that she would go back to using the hated pump and remember our night together as she did. My wife had her period and then a cold so I got no relief at home except my daily jerking off to the memory of Harmony’s huge, perfect tits squirting their milk into my mouth. So when she called to invite me over again, I was on my way almost before I hung up the phone.

This time Erenköy Escort there was no preliminary chat. The baby had been put down in her nursery and we went to Harmony’s bed. She wore a sexy nightie that came off quickly. I told her to feed her big baby and she cupped a big tit for me to suck. It dwarfed her hand as she lifted the mass up, offering it to me. I flicked at the big, stiff nipple, teasing her. She stuffed the tit into my mouth and I rewarded her by hungrily suckling and beginning to drain the sweet mother’s milk from the engorged jug. I stripped and laid back and Harmony straddled my stiff cock, cupping the other tit for me. It had begun dripping its sweet contents onto my chest. She licked up her own milk and guided the dark, hard nipple into my mouth. As I enclosed it and began sucking and squeezing it, Harmony lowered her pussy down the length of my stiff, aching cock.

She leaned forward and those two huge fleshy masses hung before my face. I moved from one to the other suckling, licking, biting, and feeding. I cupped them and squeezed them and massaged them and reveled in the tit heaven I was in. I worked the milk in each huge jug toward the nipple and squeezed them to squirt jets of milk all over my face. Harmony licked it off and rode my cock eagerly. I remembered her as a passive lover in college, but she was humping and riding my cock now, twisting and clamping down on it. Her pussy was warm and dripping with its juice. I could feel her building to a climax. And I wasn’t far behind her. As she moved, her big tits would bounce and flop and slap into my face. Whichever breast I was not sucking would drip its warm sweetness onto my chest or my face. I buried my face between them as I felt her pussy begin to spasm and convulse. I bucked my hips and shoved my full length deep into her cunt blasting my cumload inside her. She twisted and ground her pussy on the hardness and I felt her pussy leaking its juices on me. As my climax subsided she told me to relax and not pull out.

Harmony had done this once many years before. She was the only woman who had ever had me stay inside her after I had come. She lay on top of me and I felt her breathing become more regular. It felt good to be with someone who wanted me so much. It was such a sensory overload experience. It touched on every fantasy and every fetish I had ever had. It was amazing. She had become much more sexual over the years. My cock shrunk a little, but not much and it was still buried deep inside her pussy.

Harmony began to whisper in my ear.

“Do you feel my big titties on your chest? They still have so much milk for you. They need a big baby to feed. Please suck on my big nipples and get all of Mommy’s milk. I know you love to see Mommy’s big jugs hanging down and dripping Mommy’s milk in your face. Maybe after you suck out all the milk you can use your big hard cock to fuck Mommy’s tits. Remember how you used to titfuck me? You used to shoot your huge cumwad on my face and on my tits and I’d eat up all your cum like you drink down all my tit milk. Go on. Suck on these big titties, baby.”

Her words had the desired effect. My cock quickly began to stir and stiffen. By the time she had finished, I was pumping my fully hard cock into her cum-filled cunt. I returned to sucking those monster tits and eventually, the milk flow slowed and stopped. Her tits still seemed huge and firm, but they were a little softer and less firm.

Harmony lifted off my impaling cock and moved around to suck it. I ate her sopping wet pussy, tasting both her copious juices and my own cum. I licked her pussy and sucked on her lips and clit. My tongue explored every fold and plunged deep in her cunt. I felt her passion rise again and I sucked her clitoris and flicked it with my vibrating tongue as she exploded into my mouth. I sucked a big mouthful of our combined juices and moved on top to feed it to her. She slurped it down. I shoved a finger in her wet pussy and fed the juices to her again. She moaned around my finger. I straddled her chest and began to titfuck those enormous jugs. I pumped them slowly and then she pushed them together to form a deep cleavage. She urged me on and begged for another load of my cum. I pumped another massive load onto her tits and face and collapsed beside her.

After a long recovery, we made plans for the next time.

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It took quite a while for my wife and I to come to terms with the fact Amy had given herself to my life-long enemies. However we eventually, albeit slowly, settled down and concentrated on looking after our children. We spent many hours revisiting the last few years, reliving the activities we had indulged in and talking out the tremendous and traumatic affect that they had upon us.

Throughout this period, we would take turns to sexually humiliate each other with taunts and jibes, using past events as a weapon to beat each other with. In this time we both had periods of dominance over the other and would use this time to take control of each other, by various means, one being enforced chastity.

Having agreed that this lifestyle had the potential to destroy us, we also acknowledged the terrific importance of our fetish and the huge impact it had on our life together. Our lust for unconventional stimulation and the sordid actions we took to achieve it, were driven by our need for a form of humiliation and shame unknown to many. The sexual disgrace we heaped upon ourselves, was an all consuming obsession and one which we needed so desperately.

Having agreed to a period of reflection, we put a stop to all future adventures until such a time as we could agree on the way forward.

We were soon to be given the opportunity to at least indulge ourselves in one of the gentler of our perversions.

I had been incredibly lucky to be given the use of a cabin as a reward for a job I had done for a customer, a cabin in an exclusive resort frequented by rich people. There was one small snag – the cabin was on a nudist site, or to be more precise, a ‘clothing optional’ area.

I said nothing to Amy about the nature of the retreat, until the point we slowly drove through the camp towards our cabin after checking in. Amy watched silently out of the car window as everything slowly registered in her mind. There were people in various states of undress, from completely naked to fully clothed.

It had become plainly obvious that the clientele on this exclusive site were the rich and privileged of the whole region. The journey from check-in to our cabin, only served to confirm our biggest fear, almost to a person the entire female population were ‘trophy wives’.

I won’t bore you with how we settled in and how we organised the kids and the cabin etc, however the time eventually came when I ordered my wife to undress and having got naked, she was commanded to go out of the front door into the garden area that surrounded our cabin.

It was show time.

It was time to order my wife with her ravaged body and saggy tits out into the midst of beautiful people. She would look appalling in comparison and I couldn’t wait for her humiliation.

Amy’s body had recovered somewhat from the most recent childbirth and she did not have as bad a figure as I am maybe making out. Although she could reasonably be described as chubby/thick/curvy etc. she was no different from many of the women of the world. However, amongst these trophy wives who did nothing but workout or pay surgeons, she stood out like a sore thumb. Amy’s tits however were the one thing that had not recovered their original shape and had remained at her pregnant and post-natal breastfeeding size. Although not enormous in the usual sense, they were big enough to swing and sway with every step, the absence of any rigidity allowing the most erotic and hypnotic bounce. Her areola and nipples still sagged down and pointed more to the floor than forwards nowadays.

Amy continues

I was shaking like a leaf, being made to expose my baby ravaged body to these men who possessed trophy wives, was completely humiliating. In my haste to get to our sun chairs and to partially cover myself, at least from the waist down, I ran the few steps across the garden. I wish that I hadn’t, as my saggy breasts bounced and bucked and swayed on my chest, creating a spectacle for the slyly watching men that I could have lived without. It was as I exposed myself to these strangers that I felt thankful that I had grown my bush again, as it afforded me a slight amount of cover and protection for my naked vagina.

Paul resumes

For a couple of days we relaxed and even Amy began to warm to the fact that men were not too subtly approaching our grassy area, with the sole purpose of looking at her bush and saggy tits. I was astounded just how many men wanted to ogle Amy, given the quality and availability of far superior and more attractive women than her. I was amazed at the attention that Amy received from men who had wives that looked exactly like you would imagine a trophy wife to look, gorgeous in both face and body. These rich and pampered women, who had nothing to do all day but go to the gym and sunbathe etc, looked immaculate. Whether their figures were a result of plastic surgery or not is irrelevant, each day I couldn’t wait to force my wife with her saggy body, her flaws and imperfections, to go out further into the community and be humiliated Bostancı Escort by these ‘Hollywood’ wives.

I went to the clubhouse on the second night, after two days of secretly watching Amy being flirted with and downright ogled.

“Let’s not beat about the bush Carl, I said to my friend, tell me, how come Amy is so popular with all the guys when you have such trophy wives with you.”

“Your wife is a perfect example of ‘Plain-Jane’ ordinary womanhood, it’s that simple. To be brutally honest, most men find the flaws and imperfections in an ‘ordinary’ woman to be both interesting and arousing. If I can talk frankly without causing offence, you have to realise that all the women here are for show, whereas Amy looks real, common and dare I say it — available. Her appearance is purely sexual.”

Although I didn’t like his choice of words, I secretly knew and was quite aroused by, the truth of them.

All this talk of Amy doesn’t take into account the inferiority that I felt myself. These bankers, lawyers and accountants etc. had so many advantages over me, yet I had one ace to play and I didn’t intend to waste another minute.

I summoned Amy from the lounge area into the bedroom.

“Get dressed, your outfit is on the bed.”

Amy was dumbstruck.

There on the bed, awaiting her attention, was the brand new chastity belt I had secretly bought, and now demanded she put on.

“For God’s sake Paul, I can’t wear that here, everyone will see!” she complained.

That was the idea.

I had been surfing internet sites for clips and pictures of women in the chastity section and had come across a seemingly innocuous photograph of a woman on the beach. This woman was playing with a bat and ball and was wearing a bikini, yet underneath that bikini was her chastity belt, in full view for all to see. That simple picture had been the basis for this whole vacation and how I planned to spend it.

Amy continues

Even though I had not given up my shameful flashing and still loved to let men see my body in its saggy and embarrassing condition, the presence of a chastity belt had become a secret between Paul and I. Now however, as I stood before the mirror, naked except for the wonderful symbol of chastity imprisoning my sex, I felt elevated to new level of eroticism. I felt like a common tart whose husband found it necessary to keep her from other men’s cocks by way of a physical barrier and all who saw me would know it.

My new belt was different to the last one, as my first experience had been in a rather cumbersome leather lined chrome belt. This new, more discrete prison, did not have the broad straps of the old one, it was minimalist. The waistband was a small thin belt which fit around my middle and was not even the size of a garter belt. The two straps which ran down were just pieces of delicate chain which met together between my legs. The two chains each fastened to the flared metal piece which covered my pussy mound but allowed my bush to be wonderfully evident beneath. I couldn’t wear a small sexy bikini or thong with the belt as it would have looked too blatant, so I wore the bigger, fuller ‘normal’ bikini bottoms. This did not make the chastity belt so obvious as to be crude, however, anyone who saw me dressed like this, would be left in no doubt whatsoever of what I was wearing beneath. The smooth bulge that covered my pudenda was clear and obvious beneath the thin white material. I was dying with embarrassment but somehow managed to act and conduct myself throughout, as though absolutely nothing was amiss.

I felt the familiar tingle between my legs as I considered my reflection, I hoped my unsuspecting audience would find me as cheap, tacky and trashy as I felt.

I was everything the other women were not.

The impact amongst the male population was like a red rag to a bull. They probably had no inclination to fuck the common slut in number 47 but once they were confronted with such an obvious sign of unavailability, it succeeded in doing nothing but stir the egos. How could an arrogant powerful man, who had whatever he wanted, be denied by this common little tart in a chastity belt? It was the ultimate challenge to not just their virility, their charm, or their attractiveness to women but to their boastful power and arrogance.

Paul continues

We decided Amy would not to go the supermarket naked, or with her belt in full view, instead my wife would shop topless, wearing a see through wrap-around her waist. This semi-transparent view of her chastity belt (or on days it was removed – the black triangle between her legs,) was just barely visible, providing the teasing type of nudity rather than outright nakedness. This tease enticed and seduced these men into competing to get near her and to have the best view of her.

Amy readied herself to go out and get a few things we needed for dinner.

The vision of her freshly pumped nipples was crude yet erotic and the semi-transparent sarong covering her lower half, Kadıköy Escort exposed just the merest glimpse of her bush. This covering of her womanhood was tantalising to the watching men, being just able to make out the tell-tale black triangle was sexy and inadvertently we had created a ‘mysterious’ aura around my wife.

Amy had been seen by many men imprisoned in her belt, which had made her look alluringly out of reach. Now when men saw her unchained and her pussy vulnerable and exposed, it caused many a semi erection in these competing predators. Men who were far superior to her, now lusted for the common tart’ that was my wife.

Amy resumes

The previous day, I had found being in the shop totally naked except for the gossamer thin sarong, a heart stopping experience which left my face beetroot red the whole time I had been there. On the following day, I again covered myself with a wrap, I felt equally as embarrassed being in a supermarket with my breasts exposed but when I bumped into a group of four men shopping for beer for their BBQ, my mind threatened to meltdown. Paul had made me pump my nipples prior to going out and now as I stood in front of these men, who had such beautiful wives, I felt incredibly inferior.

The heaviness of my laden breasts caused my huge nipples and areola to sag downwards and my exposed tits swayed, bounced and jiggled with every step, in a humiliating but incredibly erotic walk around the supermarket. My embarrassment caused my nipples to firstly tingle with the thrill, and then betray me as they filled with blood, further engorging as they swung backwards and forwards as I reached for items on shelves. It was so erotic and embarrassing to have such a flawed body that it turned me on. As I turned the corner of the aisle, taking me out of view of the four men, I approached the open top freezer. In what I can only describe as an aberration, I reached for two packets of frozen peas and furtively looking around to check I was not being watched, I hurriedly clasped both freezing bags to my tortured and excitedly throbbing nipples.

By the time the men rounded the corner again my saggy and unattractive (or so I believed) tits were in a condition that I found completely and utterly humiliating. I heard gasps from the men and out of the corner of my eye I watched as they all stood to admire me. They even stopped me and kept me in conversation so that they could look at me close up for as long as they wanted.

I was excited, yet my nipples were warming and losing their obscene swelling. I made my excuses and waited until they had again rounded the corner, before rushing back to the freezer compartment and re-icing my bare areola to their former glory, frantically and hurriedly pulling and twisting my nipples as harshly as I could stand.

Once again my tortured and abused nipples were the centre of attention as I again passed the men. If the state of my engorged, elongated and rock hard erections were not enough embarrassment to bear, then the fact that these men knew what I was doing was totally humiliating. They knew I was parading myself for them, they knew that I was twisting and pulling at my areola and milky breasts every time I disappeared from view, I was making a complete fool of myself like a pathetic woman, not seeking approval but seeking derision.

On reaching an isolated corner they paused, causing me to stop also. Surrounding me they became sniggering and arrogant, they thought me a cheap and common trollop, which only succeeded in playing to my fantasies. I wanted to be a scared and inferior underling and not a confidant mature mother.

Trembling, not with fear but slutty arousal, I could see myself in the reflection of a glass display cabinet. I had succeeded in making myself a cheap, classless, crude and vulgar slut and the emotions running through the common slag in the reflection, were humiliating to say the least.

The man who appeared to be the ‘alpha male’ reached for my throbbing excited nipple and took it between thumb and forefinger.

“Nice saggy tits babe, you like men looking at you don’t you,” he said sneeringly.

As he began pulling and tugging, twisting and squeezing my already tender and ultra-responsive hard nipples, I gasped and groaned aloud.

“Please don’t,” I whimpered, in as pathetic a voice as I could realistically use without risking putting them off abusing me and spoiling my desire for them to look down on me.

As the milk began to slowly drip, drip, drip, from my stimulated areola and engorged buds again, I cried,

“Please don’t.”

A second man stepped forward and slowly opened the front of my sarong, baring my most private part to their gaze. He surprised me by gently and softly cupping the swell of my vagina. I gasped and whispered another pitiful and unconvincing moan of,

“Oh please don’t, please Sir don’t.”

My tormentors thought my pathetic pleadings were generated by fear but my submissive attitude was a deliberate act, designed to arouse Göztepe Escort myself into an excited and shameful humiliation. My molester was not crude, he fingered and toyed with my pubes, lightly pulling the hair a few times before gently running his fingers over the swell and the cleft of my outer lips, which made me unconsciously open my stance to allow him access (this action was not lost on my abusers, as glances and smirks of understanding passed between them). My disgraceful action enabled him to locate my swollen inner labia and my overheating clitoris. He slid a finger into my saturated softness and we all heard the squelch of arousal.

Another pitiful and unconvincing moan of,

“Oh please don’t.”

This was met with an attitude that was contemptuous and dismissive, these men were used to doing as they pleased.

I was in a supermarket for god’s sake and a complete stranger was squeezing my tits and causing them to ooze their sweet load, whilst another had a finger deep inside my wet pussy.

What the hell was becoming of me?

The spell was suddenly and frustratingly broken by the noise of another group in the adjoining aisle. The men left me nonchalantly, politely and courteously but not before the man who had explored my intimate soft flesh, had put his finger in my mouth.

I tasted like a bitch in heat.

In all this potential sexual tension, I suppose it was inevitable that it would come to a head and find its release. However the way things worked out were not the way either I or Paul expected. We had discussed the fantasy (or hopefully very real) scenario of being used by these men. We even discussed how I could pretend to be so drunk or drugged that they could do whatever they wanted to me and Paul was so wasted that he was out cold, whilst watching through barely open eyelids.

This was not to be.

Nothing had materialised for the rest of the week, the fantasy remained exactly that, except for bouts of exhibitionism the last days were relatively uneventful. On the day to check out, our car was packed to the rafters with our stuff and it was decided that I would be given a lift back by one of the couples we had become friendly with. At the caravan park, Paul had left an hour before with the kids and I was packing up ready to follow when one of the men from the supermarket incident approached me. Cutting a long story short, he hit on me and the only way I could keep him at bay was to allow him to kiss and fondle me a little.

What I didn’t plan for, was Paul’s father being called out to fix a plumbing problem on the park, who whilst moving around trying to source the problem, saw us in a compromising position.

When we relocated to get away from everyone who knew our secret, we had not deliberately moved nearer to Paul’s home town but the coincidence of returning there came into play.

When the pest had been scared away by John my father-in-law, I sat and talked to him, explaining that what he saw was embarrassing and,

“Please don’t tell Paul”.

I could have explained what the real situation actually was, but it suited me better for John to believe that I was here alone with this man, whilst Paul and the children were at home.

My reason?

I instantly decided that a long held fantasy I had, one which had been secretly with me since I first conceived to a stranger, was suddenly a real possibility. I wanted the final humiliation for Paul, to be me being bred by his father.

In this instance it was actually unfortunate that Paul’s father was a decent, honest and honourable man and it was clear from the outset that he had no desire to ‘rat-me-out’ or to cause problems between Paul and I. I begged him not to tell, and hinted at the hold he had over me and the advantage he could put it to.

I attempted to corrupt him, however he constantly assured me that as far as he was concerned the matter was closed.

I desperately needed him to be convinced to take advantage of me, although there was no way that the kiss he had witnessed was worthy of blackmail, every time I saw him (which was deliberately often after the incident) I constantly hinted and sowed the seeds in his mind that ‘I would do anything’ as long as he didn’t tell my husband.

John was showing signs of catching on to the situation but not quick enough for my needs. I eventually I decided to take matters into my own hands and invited John to come to my house to ‘keep me company’ whilst Paul and the kids were away one night.

On the evening in question, I had prepared myself for the aberration that I was about to perform. Paul and I had agreed that I was not to take any form of birth control anymore, therefore with my husband being impotent, fidelity would become my birth control. Knowing that I was fertile and receptive, my womb ready to be impregnated, only added to the intense sexual anxiety as I sat nervously waiting for Pa to turn up (to further emphasise the depravity of what I was doing, I decided to refer from now on to John as Pa, it made my actions even more reprehensible and therefore wildly exciting). When the doorbell rang I nearly jumped out of my skin and with shaking hands I opened the door to be confronted with not just Pa but Paul’s brothers Andy and Gary.

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