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Marion sat upright on the bus seat, knees together, shoulder bag on her lap. She watched the dark streets pass by through her reflection in the window. Christmas lights shot their electric streams of coloured energy through the blackness, creating islands of cheer in the gloom. Some streets the bus passed through were more affluent, with lots of competing displays, making a cheerful vista to walk arm in arm through. She and Jack would have to do that some night. Other streets, poorer and darker, only had a solitary string of lights, palely stitched along a gutter or around a window. The bus entered the downtown area of the small town she and Jack had moved to for his job, managing a small book store. The city financed Christmas decorations were on every light pole, giant phallic candy canes thrusting into the night sky at the open, yawning vaginal wreaths.

She could feel her own yawning vagina aching between her bare thighs. Damp and fertile, ready like moist earth for planting with Jack’s seed.

God, she was horny.

Jack was working a lot of long days during the Christmas season and coming home tired. But they wanted another baby. Eleanor was almost two, it was time to make a second. But toddlers did kill the mood at the most inopportune times. She had monitored her temperature and body and like the Magi studying the stars millennia ago she had determined that it was time.

She rang the bell for her stop. Carefully stepping down from the bus a chill draft curled around her knee high boots and wafted up between her spread thighs, tickling the wetness at her naked pussy. She strolled casually along the main street, looking into windows, like any other Christmas shopper out late on a week night. Her long black wool coat swept over her curving thighs to past her knees, meeting her high ‘fuck me’ boots. If anyone saw her leg they just caught a flash of the red stockings worn as a concession to the cold.

A light snow fell, settling on her cloche hat and the faux fur collar that wreathed her face in a soft warmth. The coat swayed as she walked, the lining brushing against her bare bottom creating a delicious thrill. Her naked breasts pushed against the front of her coat. Her bare nipples teased to firmness by the movement of the fabric against them adding another thrill. She could feel the heat from her pussy coursing through her body, filling it with desire, joining the tingle of naked bottom and bare nipples to fill her to bursting with a delicious sense of wanton lust.

A beat cop strolled by, nodding at her with a charming smile. For a brief second of alarm she felt like he could see under her coat and was gazing upon her nakedness. mardin escort She felt her whole body flush. God he was handsome! What if she just opened her coat and let him take her right there on the sidewalk? Just lie back in the snow and let him fill her with a massive hard cock while everyone watched admiringly? She smiled back and closed her eyes when he passed, sighing with the delicious fantasy, glad that her blush was disguised by the red glow of Christmas lights. She squeezed her thighs together, putting some exquisite pressure on her clitoris. “Ohhhh…” she moaned quietly to herself.

She looked in the windows of the shops, pondering and dreaming. Running the store didn’t make much, but she was frugal and they got by in the anticipation of someday. They had agreed to spend most of their small Christmas budget on Eleanor and the food. The food was important to both of them. It just didn’t feel like Christmas without a special meal. Presents for each other were to be small. “Wrap a bow around yourself,” Jack had said flippantly. “You’re all I want.”

Candlelit love making under the tree was going to be problematic with a toddler in their small apartment, so she had asked her friend from the down the hall to watch Eleanor while “she helped Jack at the store.” She would watch Lynn’s child some other time in trade.

Slowly Marion walked along the sidewalk, squeezing her thighs together at each step, sending tingles of delight through her body to blend with the sensation of nipples and bottom rubbing against the liner of her coat. She was breathing heavily, flushed with desire and lust. Shoppers on the streets were few now, it was close to closing time for all of the shops. She reached the front of the store, admiring the decorations she and Jack had put up at the start of the season one Sunday afternoon with Eleanor supervising from her stroller. The garland of greenery sparkled with the intertwined string of multi-coloured Christmas lights, flashing on and off, twinkling in changing patterns. Between the frost and displays in the window you couldn’t see much of the inside of the store. A large wreath on the door had a card “Come in we’re OPEN!” sign in the middle of it. She opened the door, the overhead bell jangling loudly. Fortunately, the store was empty as she’d expected this late on a weeknight.

Marion turned the OPEN sign to “Sorry we’re CLOSED” and turned the lock behind her back with an audible click. Jack came up from the back of the store, some books in his hands. “Hello! Be with you in a min…” He stopped short, seeing her at the door.

“Oh hi Sweetie! Whatcha doing here?”

Marion van escort clicked off the overhead lights, leaving the Christmas lights outside and on the tree in the Christmas display burning brightly. She began unbuttoning her long black coat. “I thought I’d bring you an early Christmas present,” she said smiling. She stood by the Christmas tree, its lights bathing her in flecks of fairy light, and opened her coat wide. “Do you like it?” She let her coat slide to the floor. “Would you like to unwrap it now?”

“Oh…” Jack gasped in wonder and desire. His wife stood naked before him. A broad red ribbon wrapped under armpits and was tied in a big bow under her breasts, the two tails hung down her belly to end at the dark triangle of her bush. She bent one knee coyly as she stood in her high heeled ‘Fuck Me Boots’. “Well?” she asked lightly.

“I’ve always liked those boots” Jack replied. He moved a little closer, but he was enjoying just gazing upon her naked body bathed in the Christmas lights.

Marion stood still, waiting, anticipating. Letting her lover come to her. She could see the shadow of the occasional pedestrian pass by the window, only a few feet away. Jack reached out to her and put his warm hands on her hips. “Mmmm” he growled appreciatively. “I like my present a lot.”

“Wouldn’t you like to play with it?” Marion asked softly.

Jack kissed her, lips moist and parted slightly. His arms pulled her closer. His lips traveled to kiss her under the ear, on her throat. “Oh yes!” he gasped. Marion stood still, letting him do as he wanted to her, thrilling in the butterfly touch of his lips on her body as they explored her neck and shoulders, her chest, the tops, sides and bottoms of each breast, circling inwards to light upon her nipples where lips gave way to tongue as Jack licked and sucked on each in turn.

Hurriedly his fingers pulled at the ribbon, letting it fall to the floor, then he continued kissing downwards. Slowly he sank to his knees, his hands caressing her naked bottom as his lips kissed her belly and pelvis and thighs, working inwards to her center. Finally he buried his nose in the soft triangle of her bush, inhaling delightedly. Marion put her hands on his head in benediction, arching her back and closing her eyes as she sighed with desire.

“Oh yes” she whispered.

She pushed her hips forward, tilting her pussy towards his eager waiting mouth. Jack flicked his tongue out, touching her clitoris lightly. “Oh God yes!” she gasped more loudly.

Jack opened his mouth to take her in, sucking and licking at her open center, trying to pull her into ankara escort himself with his tongue. His fingers tightened on her buttocks. She gripped his hair, pulling on it in her ecstasy. “Oh…. fuck….yes!”

Jack looked up at her adoringly from his knees. “I really like this present!” He pushed his face into her pussy again while starting to undo his pants. “I have a present for you too” Jack said pushing his pants down to let his stiff cock free. “Do you want it?”

Marion nodded with an inarticulate whimper of desire. Quickly she spread her coat out on the floor beneath the Christmas tree and lay down on it, her legs wide, her arms out reaching for him. “Please,” she pleaded in her lust.

Jack quickly pulled the rest of his clothing off and leaned over her, his thick cock aimed at her belly. “Please” Marion whispered again. She grabbed his thick shaft in eager fingers to guide him in. Jack slid into her warm, amazingly wet pussy easily, sliding to his full depth in the first stroke. Marion tilted her head back with a sigh. “Oh God yes! That’s what mommy wants!”

Jack took his time, making long slow strokes. He gazed upon her face in the coloured Christmas lights. Marion smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. She moved her hands down to grip his bottom. She loved caressing his small hairy bum. She knew it excited him. He bent down to kiss her. She met his mouth eagerly, open lipped. As he thrust he bent again to lick her nipples, she tilted her head and moaned in pleasure. She wished they could stay like this, wrapped in the Christmas lights, locked in their own private world of red and green and blue sparks as he slid inside of her and his lips searched her breasts.

Marion could feel his cock thickening, his thrusts quickened, his breath came more raggedly. He locked eyes with her. “I love you” he said hoarsely.

“I love you too” she replied.

With a final grunt he plunged as deeply as he could, pushing the head of his cock right to her cervix and Marion felt the warm flood of his semen fill her again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him down on top of her, holding him inside her as long as she could.

Jack kissed her behind her ear. “I love you so much” he whispered. “I really like my present.”

“Mmmmm” Marion laughed. “I’m glad. Hopefully we’ll get to see your present to me in about nine months.”

“That’d be nice” Jack said contentedly. “Just in case, maybe we can play this game again Christmas Eve under our own tree?”

Marion laughed again. “We’ll see what Eleanor has to say about that. But maybe. Some sherry and shortbread would go nicely with it.”

Jack sat up. “What did you do with Eleanor anyway?”

“Lynn’s watching her for a few hours. I told her you needed ‘some help’ at the store.”

“Lynn? That’s nice. Eleanor likes her.”

“Yeah, Lynn’s great. Who do you think helped me tie the bow?” Marion smiled at him, the Christmas lights sparkling in her beautiful eyes.

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Early morning. It was about 7:30. Brandon knew this as he forgot to turn the alarm on his watch off. At the same time, the other thing that woke him up and the main thing, was that he awoke in the middle of a wet and sticky double blowjob from two of the horniest girls. One of the girls was black, light skinned, with about a B-cup and a trim figure, full lips, and a cute face. She had a couple of dyed red streaks in otherwise straight, long, black hair. The other girl was white with somewhat short, blonde hair. She was skinny as hell, and while she wasn’t a knockout, she looked decent. Plus, she more than made up with her skills and motivation. Anyway, when Brandon’s eyes opened, he started to moan “Ohhh…Yeah, baby! Just like that!” He noticed that the black girl had a pierced tongue as he seen and felt her hot mouth and tongue wrapped fully around his length. Her tongue was circling around the shaft and head, rubbing with her tongue ring. And the other girl had both of his balls in her mouth, sucking the life out of them, alternating. She was damned good, too.

Just then, the blonde stopped to ask “Have you eaten lately?”

They both giggled for a second, kissed, and then the black girl said “Open wide, boy” as she straddled Brandon’s face and started grinding her moist wetness onto his waiting lips. The blonde girl had started to slowly pump his fully engorged manhood before continuing with a medium-paced sloppy blowjob.

The whole time, Brandon was trying to keep going, though he wanted to blow his load right there. After the day before, he was surprised he still had that much energy. As he licked, probed, and fingered at her nether regions, she screamed nasty things like “Yeaaahh!…Oooo….yeeahh..eat me!…fuck me with your tongue baby!”

The blonde pulled her head up off of him for a minute, making a suction gaziantep escort noise as she pulled off of a long, hard suck where his cock was poking her cheeks. “Mmmm. ..Fuck yeah! I love the taste of cock in the morning” she said playfully.

Brandon still knew neither girl’s name and was thinking in the back of his mind, ‘This is unreal’. Anyway, the black girl told him not to stop as she turned around to face the blonde chick who was moved up to position herself right above his throbbing erection. Holding his dick in one hand, she slowly lowered herself down as she moaned in satisfaction and the two girls kissed.

The blonde, Brandon could tell wasn’t a novice, by any means as she was more loose than a lot of girls her age and seemed more experienced. She was wet as hell, and the sounds of her dripping cunt slamming down onto his fat, rock hard cock could probably be heard two rooms away. The whole while, Brandon was keeping up in the black girl’s delicious cleanly shaven vagina, licking her walls all over, and teasing the g spot, licking just over it and back, fingering her and rubbing simultaneously. He could taste her juices flowing into him as she was bending over to suck the other girl’s nipples while pushing ever harder down onto his face. Brandon decided when she did this to start licking at her back door. Startled at first, she started groaning and yelled “You like that ass, motherfucker?” He continued licking around her puckered hole, teasing a little, feeling her soft cheeks brushing delicately with one finger.

As soon as Brandon’s tongue started to enter and lick at her, the girl riding him broke her pace, stopping at the base of his dick and squeezing as hard as she could while moving back up slowly and releasing her grip as she dropped quickly back konya escort down. He lost control, cumming inside her hard, filling her fresh, sticky mound with an overload of his hot, gooey cum, which poured out down her leg. As she got off and laid down, Brandon and the black girl spread her legs and licked clean the trails up her thighs, as they met at her crotch, half licking before turning it into a kiss. Then he pressed his lips to her cunt as he started to devour both her juices and his own. He stopped after a minute to let the black girl finish the job.

This girl passionately dove in, like she was kissing a lover. “Mmm” the black girl moaned as the other one whimpered. As she was munching on her friend, Brandon started to lick her ear and move behind her doggystyle position. He kept close to her as he made the maneuver, breathing heavily upon her neck.

She was groaning with passion as he whispered in her ear softly “You want it in that ass, baby?”

She said in between licks “Yeahh..please..baby.” Brandon started to feel her ass, fingering a little with some natural lube (saliva). He realized this girl was definitely no stranger to backdoor relations as he thought he would have no problem sliding right in. He continued to wet her and lube her with his one finger, pumping and curling as he toyed with her while suckling and kissing her smooth, babysoft buns. Then, he got up and turned left and right, playfully slapping her crack with his raging weapon of lust. She screamed “Don’t tease me, you bastard!” and then he pointed his erection at her tight ass and slowly entered until he was filling her to the hilt. This girl was grabbing Brandon’s cock with her ass practically. She was better than he had thought. She has shifted some of her focus off her partner and started to kayseri escort push back and pump against him, wanting him to go faster and harder. He started to hold her in place strongly, not letting her control the pace as he started slowly, rhythmically pumping in and out in long, sensuous strokes. He was shifting direction the whole time.

Brandon would shift his bodyweight down at one point while thrusting up, and vice versa just kinda toying with her a little. After a minute of this, he said “You want it harder, baby?” and before she could speak, he was pounding like it was his last time. Her girlfriend had moved to the side and was egging her on. He was moving in her smooth as hell, almost knocking her off her hands with every thrust forward. Then without warning, he grabbed her arms and pushed her down on her stomach as he ground harder into her, making her scream.

Brandon then picked the pace up even more and after a few minutes, he heard this hot, black honey yell “I’m cumming..oh god..I’m cumming…OOOOOAAawwww..Ooo yeah!”

Right after she climaxed, Brandon yelled “Fuck, I’m about to blow!” She got up and violently pushed him back as both girls dropped to his cock like hungry hyenas. The black girl’s full lips engulfed the head of his cock as he erupted and she caught everything. She then got up and the other girl laid down smiling as the black girl crawled over her body, breasts pushed against breasts and face to face. The black girl then leaned down as if to kiss her and dropped Brandon’s cum into the blonde gal’s open mouth as they kissed and he seen both swallow and roll off.

The blonde girl said “Mmmm. That was great. By the way, I’m Sandy and this is Monique.” She said it sort of jokingly and giggled like ‘oh yeah, by the way’ or ‘no big deal’.

“And you are?” Monique asked.

“Brandon” he said. “This room service is great. I’ll have to remember to stay here more often.”

Monique said “Look, we gotta go shower. You’re friends with Miranda, right?”

He replied “Yeah.”

“Well, we’ll see ya later.” So he caught a ride home, and decided that he would get some more rest and return tonight.

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I am on my hands and knees as Elliot six inch prick invades my tight moisten cunt. He is slapping my ass with such vigor force that my firm breasts are giggling to the slaps. Sweat glisten my goddess like body, as I feel my tight pussy tightening around his tool.

God, I am in heaven.

“Oh fuck!” I scream. “Pull my hair, you bastard!”

Without thinking, Elliot pulls on my purple hair as he continues to fuck my moisten snatch. I scream with joy as I feel the pressure grow with the pull of my hair.

I even scream even louder when Elliot’s tool hits my g-spot.

As heaviness within my body builds, I feel a set of teeth nibble on my earlobe. That is the final straw that broke the wagon. I feel a powerful explosion escape from my twat as I violently rub my hips against Elliot’s crouch. My cunt tightens around Elliot’s penis with great vengeance. Elliot fucks my pussy even harder.

To hell with Heaven. I have found something better.

My body turns limp as I fall face first onto the bed. My little death takes hold of me and I fall into a light sleep.

When I open my eyes, I feel a hot volume of jizz covering my back side. A sign that Elliot finally cum.

As I turn on my back, I see a blonde hair stud looking back at me. His blue eyes gleam with cockiness while his rigid body speaks for itself. Elliot looks like the perfect poster boy for Nazi conquest.

“Fucking hell.” Elliot said. “What brought that on, Ayane?”

I give Elliot a weak smile.

“That is for me to know,” I said as I use my legs to pull him in. “and for you to figure it out.”

Elliot shoots me an evil grin that strengthens my clit.

“That shouldn’t be too hard.” Elliot said as he lowers his head towards my shaven snatch.

I feel his humid tongue touching my rock hard clit. Elliot is unleashing small bits of pleasure that is quickly building from a humble snowball to a mighty avalanche.

“Please….” I gasps. “Don’t…”

I never finish my begging.

I feel Elliot’s finger entering my pussy. Like a heat seeking missile, he finds my g-spot and gently massages it.

“Tell me.” Elliot playfully teases as he slowly continues to finger fuck my cunt.

“No!” I whelp.

I feel the pleasure violently annexing my whole body. With Elliot licking my clit, and assaulting my g-spot, I know I am not going to make it.

“Do you want to cum?” Elliot asks.

“Yes!” I scream.

“Then tell me your darkest secret!” Elliot said as he pulls his fingers out of my pussy.

I let out deep pant as I wait for Elliot to continue to finger fuck me. Instead, he just stared at me while his moisten fingers play with my clit.

“Please.” I beg.

“Tell me.” Elliot persists.

“Please. I want to cum!”

“Tell me or I am not letting you cum.”

“I went to a gay fight club!” I scream. “I went to a gay fight club!”

And just like that, he slams his fingers into my burning twat.

I scream to the top of my lungs as a squirt a fountain worth of pussy juice. I scream and thrash as I call out Elliot’s name. When I finally calm down, I see that Elliot’s face is covered in my love sap.

“Damn, girl.” Elliot said with a smirk. “I never knew you went head over heels for gay guys?”

“I’ve been crazy for gay guys since I went to my first ladies club.” I said breathlessly. “Ever since I watched two studs going at it on stage, I had been transfixed to watch it over and over bursa escort again. God, did I go crazy with lust that night.”

“Why did you not tell me?” Elliot asks as he enters bathroom.

“Because women do not want to seem like whores in front of their men.” I said. “It short of embarrassing to discuss this with one’s boyfriend.”

“That explains why the history on our browser is always clean.” Elliot said as he urinates into the toilet. “If you wanted to see two studs fuck so bad, why didn’t you just ask?”

My heart skips several beats as I try to comprehend the words Elliot just said.

“Are you serious?” I ask.

“Of course!” Elliot said. “I had experimented back in my days in college. Before I met you.”

Images of Elliot fucking, or being fucked, by a man made my clit hard and my pussy lips swollen. I reach towards my smoldering snatch and start to play with it.

As the images of Elliot participating in some hot man-on-man action, I notice that Elliot is watching me masturbate. I see he is stroking his gorgeous piece of meat that makes me want to get up and sallow it whole.

“So I take that as a yes?” Elliot asks.

***

The Gay Fight Club lies in South Beach. It is owned by a kinky website that makes decent amount of cash from the shows. Straight, gay, tranny, you name it is done on this website (legally mind you). It is pretty cheap compare to the bill you have to pay for the ladies club.

As Elliot parks the car, I am busy swallowing his magnificent penis. I swirl my tongue around Elliot’s mushroom head as I suck on his precum. Then I deep throat him until Elliot stiffens his body like a statue. As I continue to suck the life out of his cock, I feel Elliot’s hand touching the back of my head. He is moaning like a bitch in heat as I continue to engulf his cock.

Before he can cum, I stop and give his balls a tight squeeze. This stops Elliot from coming and brings him back to reality.

“Now, now.” I said. “Save it for your new bitch tonight.”

A look of disappointment fills Elliot face. Yet like the good boy he is, he puts his dong away and zips his pants up.

We exit the car and head towards the auditorium. The bouncers check us for weapons and we made our way to the gay side of the auditorium.

Right before my eyes, my pussy became wet with excitement. All these studs are all buffed, lean, and judging by their feet, have huge cocks to play with.

God, if they were only straight I would so jump on them. However, I have my Elliot to play with and that is good enough for me.

As Elliot is escorted into the locker room, I take a seat next to a Chinese woman.

Now, I have seen some cute girls in my days. However, this Chinese babe is hot enough to melt butter and vaporize it. She has inflexible round breasts that stands it ground against gravity. Smooth silky skin that is soft enough to put a kitten to shame. Her jet black hair is tied into two separate buns that make her younger than she appears. Finally, she has russet brown eyes that shine with both innocents and naughtiness. She wore a tight white t-shirt and a black mini-skirt. She looks extremely cute in her outfit.

If I was a straight man, or a lesbian, I would make her scream my name is Spanish.

“Hello.” The Chinese hottie said to me. “I am Lei-Fang. Is your boyfriend performing in the Gay Fight Club?”

I wince to Lei-Fang’s bluntness.

“How malatya escort do you know I have a boyfriend?” I ask.

Lei-Fang gives me a playful disappointing look.

“A good looking girl like you should get any straight boy she wants.” Lei-fang said. “Besides, judging how your hands are shaking, this is your first time here.”

“Second time.” I said. “I was here last week when I see this tripod of a man make his bitch scream. Judging how he fucked this guy’s ass, I would say he enjoyed it.”

“That was my boyfriend, Bob.” Lei-Fang said. “He is a kind of guy who always likes to be on top. When you see him, you will be screaming his name from here to doom’s day.”

I roll my eyes at the thought of Lei-Fang’s boyfriend having a god-like-body.

As preparation of the match finishes, I see my Elliot firm ass getting on the mat. Along with a specimen of what men should look like.

He is a bronze blonde hair man with muscle all over his body. Every part of his body is toned to the max. From legs to arms, this man did not waste time eating junk food or watching T.V. One can tell how much effort he put into his body. When I look at his cock, I see that it is standing at least ten inches. I can feel my pussy lips becoming swollen when I stare at this Adonis’s of men.

“That’s my boyfriend, Bob.” Lei-fang whispers. “As you can see, he is going to make that cute blonde into his personal bitch.”

“That cute blonde is my boyfriend.” I whisper back.

An evil grin appears on Lei-Fang’s face.

“He is going to have the ride of his life.”

A metal cage slowly descends from the ceiling and engulfs both Elliot and Bob.

As the cage is sealed on the mat, I notice that both Elliot and Bob are covered in sweat. I see droplets of sweat making their skin oily smooth. I also notice that their cocks are standing straight up. Even though Elliot’s tool is dwarfed by Bob’s sausage, images of being ravaged by these two men quickly fill my mind.

If my clothes were not in the way, I would so be playing with myself.

Once the cage is down, and locked, I hear the bell ringing in the distance. I see Elliot and Bob getting into fighting stance as Lei-Fang and I watch with great anticipation.

“This should be good.” Lei-fang said as she licks her lips.

Bob charges at Elliot with the speed of a raging bull. Yet, like the Buddha himself, Elliot remains calm. Right before Bob could ram Elliot against the cage, Elliot puts Bob in a guillotine choke.

Like a wild beast in a trap, Bob could not break free of Elliot’s choke. He struggle with great fury until his movement starts to slow down. Then, as soon as it began, Bob taps out on the cage floor.

The room is dead silent.

Lei-Fang stares at the cage with disbelief look on her face. Her jaw almost is touching the ground with what she is seeing.

I, on the other hand, have a look of superiority on my face.

“Who’s going to give who a wild ride?” I ask.

Lei-Fang gives me a hateful glare.

“You didn’t tell me your boyfriend is a blonde version of Bruce Lee.” Lei-Fang snarled.

“And you didn’t tell me that your boyfriend is going to scream like a bitch.” I said.

As the cage ascends into the ceiling, I see a man in a black shirt come on to the mat and put out some condoms next to Bob. Bob made a grimace as Elliot stroke his cock with a smug look painted çanakkale escort across his face.

Taking in a deep breath, Bob takes hold of Elliot’s cock and sallows it whole.

“Oh my!” Lei-Fang and I gasps.

Seeing a hot stud sucking on my boyfriend’s dick made my clit quiver. It made Elliot look like a stud as he fucks Bob’s mouth as if it was my pussy.

God, if we were not in a public place I would so jump on him right now.

Bob takes in Elliot’s whole cock in one sallow. Then, pulls it out only to put Elliot’s sausage back in. He takes his time licking the tip of Elliot’s mushroom head. Along with fondling his balls and even to go so far as to suck on Elliot’s balls.

As we watch the show, I notice that Bob’s cock is rock hard. Normally, I would blame the blue pills that straight porn stars take. However, how he is stroking his cock tells me that Bob is rather enjoying the cock sucking.

I look at Lei-Fang to see a shock look on her face.

“I think my boyfriend turn your boyfriend gay.” I tease.

Lei-Fang shoots me a vile frown. Then she turns her attention back to the show before us.

I see from the cornier of my eye that Lei-Fang’s nipples are rock hard. A sign that Lei-Fang is rather enjoying the show. Despite seeing her boyfriend turn gay, I know Lei-Fang will be screaming his name when they are home.

As Bob slips the condom on Elliot’s cock, Elliot quickly spins his new bitch around. Then he rubs his cock against Bob’s lube asshole. Then with one push, Elliot’s fucks Bob’s man pussy.

My breath is taking away as my cunt becomes moisten with excitement. The moans that men make are making my nipples harder than stone and my pussy wetter than the ocean. Hell, I think I am going to need to change my panties after Elliot finishes fucking Bob.

Elliot speeds up as he fucks Bob’s ass with great passion. I watch his firm ass go back and forth while Elliot’s tilts his head back.

As Elliot continues to fuck, I see Bob is stroking his cock. Just watching him stroking his huge dong is enough to make my heart beat faster. I mean… it looks so elegant and breathtaking. It is the perfect example of the male sex.

Elliot fucking continues with greater speed. He is slapping Bob’s ass while Bob moans like a slut in high school. Both men are lost in an animalistic bliss that not even porn can replicate.

It is so beautiful.

But, like all good things, it comes to an end. Elliot pulls out his cock from Bob’s ass. Then he strips the condom off and strokes his enlarged penis. Elliot shoots white gold all over Bob’s perfect ass.

While Elliot does this, Bob is still stroking his perfect dong. He is rubbing it faster and harder until he comes all over the wrestling mat floor.

The room remains silent as we all stare at the beautiful scene that is before our eyes. I look at Lei-Fang to see she is rubbing her nipples through her shirt. Along with rubbing her clit through her panties. She is transfixed on the scene that lies before her.

My cunt is moistens to the max. My nipples are harder than any rock. The desire for cock is enough for me to jump on Elliot right there on the mat.

God, I am so going to fuck Elliot when we get home.

***

Elliot does fuck men from time to time. He only does it when I am watching. He said just having me watch is enough make him do anything.

I would question his statement. If he did not screw me like a rabbit every night.

Lei-Fang and Bob are still together. Even though Bob lost, he is still a top guy in his usual matches.

I learn that Lei-Fang forces him to practice martial arts every day. Despite being buff, she does not want to see Bob lose again.

Too bad. Bob looks so fucking gorgeous when he is being butt-fucked.

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I arrive at work on Monday morning…my wounds still healing. I have just come from Matthew’s place, having finished some cleaning and taking the dog for a walk. Matthew was nowhere to be seen and as I went about making his bed, I had some vivid fantasies of the other night…the night when that beautiful man had made love to me. The image I had kept of him, standing naked at the door, haunting my thoughts constantly. I had to tear myself away from his place to go to work.

At work, the first person I come across is Ashley, at the gate, greeting cars as they go in. My face goes the color of a beet as I approach, and unfortunately it only accentuates the still apparent wounds on my face.

“Hey…there she is.” She says as she sees me and turns to look back at her friend, who is working in the booth. She looks back to me as I stop.

“Let me take a look” she says as she examines my face closer. Her friend comes running out and looks too, both of them start giggling as they exchange glances.

“Wow, you really did a number on him.” her friend says in amazement. She turns to me with a grin.

“How does it feel getting beaten up by an 18 year old girl?” She laughs dismissively as she says it and doesn’t wait for an answer. “It’s okay, you can just tell people you got in a car accident…until your face heals.” See laughs as she turns away. Ashley leans into my ear as I bow my head in shame.

“Go ahead, bitch” she says in a sexy sultry voice. I feel my face go a little flush and my cock go hard like a rock. As her eyes glance over me, she notices the obvious tent forming in my shorts. She grins as she turns to walk away with a look of confidence. I pull into my usual parking spot.

There is the project coordinator waiting for me. His face is enraged, pacing back and forth, texting on his cell phone. I can tell right now this isn’t going to be very good. This is the only person that I answer to at work, and I have a strong suspicion his questions will not be pleasant.

He is a handsome man, mid fourties and his name is Andrew. Andrew is a strong, stern looking man and definitely not to be fucked with. His is a world of success upon success and adana escort he was highly accomplished at a young age. His path has always been straight to the top. The very definition of an alpha male, never afraid of anyone and never one to waiver from his own ways. I had been on the wrong end of his fuse once before, and it was my “only and final warning”. He is married, with kids, but his job is always keeping him away from them. During the couple of years I have worked for him, he only actually appeared on site a handful of times as he has people working underneath him overseeing day to day operation. I hold my breath as I pull in.

“What the fuck” is the first thing out of his mouth as I get out of my car. “You are so far behind right now, I don’t even know what to say. How does this happen? This fucking disaster…Basically the rest of construction is on hold waiting for you.” He pauses for a moment, looking at me, waiting for an answer.

“I am sorry, I have been having some personal problems lately, a lot going on at home.” I managed to come up with.

“Well that’s just too bad.” Is his reply. “I will bring in another foreman to finish the job. Then you can have some time to deal with your issues.” He says as he immediately goes to his phone and makes a call.

“Go home” he blurts as I stand in shock. I hear him start talking to someone on the phone. I can hear him cursing about me, explaining how far behind we are. I go back to my car and I text Matthew.

“I’ve been let go from work!” is the extent of my message to Matthew. Knowing there is nothing he can do about it, I only feel the immediate need to let him know that I won’t be able to pay him anymore. It crosses my mind that this is a possible way out, but my love for Matthew has developed so much so that I feel empty at the thought of not belonging to him. I pull out of the site and Ashley doesn’t acknowledge me as I go by. I pull over just ahead, my frustration building as I feel the sheer weight of the situation. I am immediately interrupted by the text back. It is a response from Matthew.

“I will take care of you” is all it says. I am highly confused eskişehir escort but I continue to wait just down the road. I can see my office and Andrew still mulling about on his phone. My workers are still busy working, with Andrew giving them guidance. An hour goes by as I sit and wait.

I see the car approach from a distance. Matthew is driving his black Infiniti and races past me, kicking up a cloud of dust from the dirt road. As he pulls in I see Ashley come running up to the car. Her friend follows behind her as Ashley leans in and kisses him. After they break off their embrace I see him drive into my parking stall. He gets out and walks toward the entrance to my office. I can see Andrew in the window looking up as Matthew enters.

Half an hour goes by as I sit in anticipation. I can see nothing in the window, and neither man emerges from the trailer. Many questions are running through my head as I wait patiently.

After another few minutes, I see Matthew emerge from the trailer, a big smile across his face. He goes to his car and heads out, stopping to chat with Ashley as he passes the gate. I cannot see Andrew anywhere inside the office. My heart is pounding as I sit. Moments later Matthew pulls onto the road and towards me. When he reaches me, he screeches to a halt.

“Get in, Simone” he says, looking coldly at me.

I jump out of my car and run over to his passenger seat. I open it up and get in.

“I got you your job back, with some extra bonuses.” He says as my jaw drops open.

“What…how…” I struggle to speak, but he interrupts me abruptly.

“I’ve blackmailed your boss, so he will not be a problem anymore.” He continues. “Obviously, he doesn’t want anyone to know what he truly is, just like you. With you I want everyone to know what a little sissy bitch you are because I know how much you love it. In his case, he was fairly reluctant, so I am not going to tell anybody as long as he keeps us happy.” With that he whips out his cell phone and begins pushing buttons, then he holds it out to me.

“Watch” he says as I reach over and grab it.

A video begins sakarya escort playing, and on it I see Andrew from the perspective of Matthew. I watch as Andrew drops to his knees, and Matthew pulls out his cock. My eyes go wide in amazement as Andrew begins sucking Matthews huge cock. I watch as it gets harder and harder, and Andrew begins to really get enthusiastic. There are close ups from all angles with Matthew giving Andrew very curt instructions and Andrew following them precisely. A few more minutes go by when I see Matthew pull out and start shooting cum all over Andrews face. It drenches him and drips down his face. Matthew is telling him to smile as he begins to lick the cum off of Matthews still semi hard cock. The video ends on that image.

I am still struggling to comprehend what I just saw, but Matthew is grinning now as he looks at my reaction.

“You see” he finally says as he reaches over and takes the phone back. “Nothing to worry about. You should go back in there, he’s expecting you.” His phone rings and he hits the speakerphone.,

“Hey sexy.” It is the sound of a female voice on the phone. “Are you still coming over tonight?”

He turns and gives me a “get out” look and I jump from my seat and back into my car. Matthew peels out and is gone before I am sitting again. I pull back into the gate and Ashley’s friend waves me though. I park again and walk back to the office.

When I enter, I see Andrew sitting at the desk. He looks up and sees me.

“I’m going to give you another chance” he says, rubbing his eyes as he says it. “I realize now how much more difficult this job is than others you have done for me. I want you to be comfortable, so I will also increase your pay substantially. I also want to thank you, for taking my bullshit over the years. I promise I will be a better boss and if you need anything at all, please call me, anytime. I guess I have done some self reflecting, and maybe firing you was totally wrong. For that, I am truly sorry. So please continue, keep plugging away, you are doing a great job.” With that he gets up and walks past me, his eyes looking at the ground as he makes his way to his car. I watch as he pulls away, my excitement I can hardly contain.

“How does he do it?” I find I am asking myself. My cock is hardening as I think about what Matthew just did. I think about all of the things I could do to show him how grateful I am. My mind wanders for a minute, but I set my focus back onto work again.

To be continued…

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Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John’s boy. Matt is John’s toy. Obey John. Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John’s boy. Matt is John’s toy.

Matt mouthed the words once he was in the back room of the adult bookstore. He stood just inside the door while John made his way to the small room. There was a desk littered with papers and a computer, a couch with duct tape hiding tears, and a camera mounted on the wall.

The suction on Matt’s nipples was a steady burn which Matt was trying to become accustomed. His cock raged and leaked continuously. He needed to please his master if he was going to get to cum. That was what John had told him. If he pleased his master, he could cum.

“Remember,” John said turning with the long thin vibrator in his hand. “When I said I wanted to train you for anal orgasm?”

“Yes, Master,” Matt remembered alright. It was such an odd thing. Matt wasn’t sure it was possible. Though, if his master wanted it of him, Matt would make it so. He wanted to please his master.

“Good boy. You’re such a good boy.” John stated with such condescension.

Matt didn’t care. He bathed in the praise. He needed the praise. The praise meant he pleased his master. How pathetic Matt realized he was at that moment. He could just start jerking off and be done with this. But no, no, no. He wanted to be a good boy.

“Strip for me boy,” John ordered as he flipped the vibrator on in his hand.

Matt quickly de-pants himself. It wasn’t hard since he was already hanging out. He peeled the tight shirt over his head and tossed everything to the floor. He eagerly awaited his master’s next command.

John smiled then pointed to the touch. “On all fours like a good little boy slut.”

Matt hesitated. “Master?”

John glared. “You’re my boy slut, Matt.” He announced. “Are you not going to obey me?”

“No, Master, I mean yes, Master, I mean.” Matt was confused. He quickly made it to the couch. He got on all fours. “Yes, Master I will obey you. I am not gay though.”

John chuckled. “I know boy slut.” He said as he gripped Matt’s ass.

Matt closed his eyes at the feeling of the strong hands on his meaty globes. His head fell and took a deep breath enjoying the feeling of his master’s hands on his ass. His skin was electric. Any touch would feel good to him.

John pulled Matt’s cheeks apart and spat. A glob of saliva landed on the puckered entrance. Matt shivered. He knew what was coming.

There was a pop of a cap. John produced a bottle under Matt’s nose. “Breathe in deep boy slut,” John ordered. “Don’t stop breathing until I tell you to.”

Matt did. Matt inhaled deeply in one nostril then the other. Again and again. He fluttered his eyelids. Matt felt the dizziness of the poppers. He also felt the pressure in his cock go down. Poppers made him soft. However, they only cranked up the horny.

“Good boy.” John took the bottle away. “Nice and high boy slut?” John asked.

“Yes, Master,” Matt replied drunkenly.

John chuckled, and another crack echoed in Matt’s ears. Cool gel startled him as it dripped between his cheeks. “Hold them open for me boy slut,” John instructed.

Matt lowered his chest to the cushions. Pain from his nipples shot through him “Ooohhh.” He groaned as he pulled apart his ass cheeks.

“It’s such a tight hole, Matt,” John commented. “It pleases me that you let me play with Matt. That hole, its mine Matt. It’s my hole to fuck Matt. It’s my hole to fill Matt. Tell me what it is Matt.” John urged in time with the beat in Matt’s head. That music never seemed to go away.

“Yours, Master.” Matt moaned as John penetrated his ass with a large finger. “Your hole Master. You fuck it, Master. It is yours, Master.” Matt wiggled his behind as if to accentuate the point.

John laughed and spanked the flesh. Matt’s ass jiggled, and it only sent a chill through Matt as John pumped his finger in and out of Matt’s hole.

“Matt, who is your Master?” John cued.

“You are my Master,” Matt responded as trained by the hypnotic music he had been fed steadily since the day he moved in.

“Good boy.” John worked a second finger into Matt’s asshole.

Matt hissed and pulled his cheeks apart farther. His useless cock had shrunk, but it leaked profusely, while John worked his hole. Matt buried his face into the cushion.

How had he gotten here? How had he come to enjoy the feeling of his master’s fingers in his asshole? What was wrong with him? He wasn’t gay.

“AAAAHHH!” Matt cried out into the couch cushion as something wider than his master’s fingers popped past his anal ring.

“That’s a good slut. Matt, you’re such a good boy slut. You please me, Matt. It pleases me when you are a boy slut and let me play with your ass, Matt. It pleases me, Matt.” John urged Matt further and deeper into submission.

Matt groaned and circled his hips. urfa escort His cock was spreading useless pre-cum on the couch. John pushed the long vibrator into Matt. The curved end poked at him.

Matt arched his back when it hit his prostate. His limp dick twitched as John rubbed his prostate back and forth. “Ahh did I find the button boy slut?” John teased.

“Yes, Master.” Matt agreed to turn to his face was no longer on the cushion.

“Do you want more poppers slut?” John asked.

“Yes, Master.” Matt did. He wanted whatever his master wanted. He greedily inhaled the poppers as his master presented them to his nose.

Matt snorted hit after hit. He held his breath. He took deep inhales. He floated on air. His entire body tingled. His nipples ached. His cock pulsed weakly in its shrunken state. His balls were tight and heavier than they had ever been in his life.

His asshole was an exposed nerve. His master pushed that thin, bent, vibrator with the bulb end back and forth stroking his prostate. “Ohh, oohhh, oooohh.” Matt moaned uncontrollably.

John laughed. “I haven’t even turned it on yet slut.” He teased.

With that, the vibration started, and Matt lost his damn mind. Matt pumped his hips as awkwardly as he could in the face down ass up position. With reckless abandon, he pumped his ass back and forth on the tiny invader.

John laughed harder. Matt’s cheeks burned. He was extremely desperate for a release. The vibration and the pressure on his prostate felt like his cock would explode. “It will come out, but you won’t get the pleasure you want,” John explained. “I like you this way boy slut. I like you needy. I want you cum from anal only slut. You will do that because it will please me.” John affirmed.

“Yes, Master. Yes. Master.” Matt panted and stuffed his head back into the couch cushion. The pressure built higher and higher. Matt thought his balls would pop.

“You may release my boy slut,” John said with nothing but pity in his voice.

It happened. Matt released. He felt the jizz explode from him. He felt the pressure in his sack go away. There was no euphoria. There was no pleasure. Just a release, as promised.

John withdrew the wand from Matt’s ass. Matt trembled and nearly collapsed on the couch. John gave three gentle swats to each of Matt’s ass cheeks. “Release them, Matt.”

Matt let go of his ass and fell fully on the couch out of breath.

“Roll to the floor,” John instructed with disdain.

Matt pouted. What had he done wrong? He waited. He did what his master wanted. Why did his master not seem pleased?

Matt rolled down and got to his knees on the floor. John glared at him. Matt cowered. John inhaled deeply. “You messed on the couch.”

Matt’s gaze looked at the stain on the couch. The giant puddle of his own cum. Matt’s cheeks turned bright red. “I’m sorry Master.”

There had been no way to prevent it. John had put him in that position. John had worked his prostate. This was John’s fault. No. That didn’t feel right. That was Matt’s fault. That was Matt’s doing.

John shook his head. “Clean it properly boy slut, with your mouth.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Matt crawled to the couch and lapped at the puddle. He pursed his lips and sucked the bubble of jizz that had just come from his flaccid member. The taste was repugnant. But it pleased his owner, so Matt did it.

John crouched down and offered critiques: “Get in there boy slut. Clean up that slut cream. That juice that you desperately wanted to expel. It’s disgusting isn’t it?”

Matt felt the shame rattle around his body. “Yes, Master.” He said between licks.

“It’s gay, isn’t it? Eating cum?” John pointed out.

Matt paused. “Master, I’m not gay.”

John placed his hand on the back of Matt’s head. “I didn’t say stop.” He growled while pushing Matt into the little bit of cum that was left.

Matt resumed sucking at the fabric.

“You’re a straight boy who likes to eat cum. You’re a straight guy who likes my cock. You’re a straight little boy slut.” John teased relentlessly.

Each time he pointed something out Matt whined. Each time he said something worse, Matt sucked harder on the couch. The haze of poppers remained strong, but if he had been sober, Matt knew his cock would be hard again.

“I think its as good as it’s going to get,” John announced. “Up on the couch, on your back.”

Matt was quick to comply. He didn’t wish to anger his master any more than he already had. Matt spread his legs, hoping to earn brownie points for showing how eager he was to please his master.

John snickered and reached down to fondle Matt’s limp prick. “It’s kind of pathetic isn’t it?” He asked.

Matt frowned. “The poppers.” Matt made an excuse. He wasn’t small. He was average. The ladies never complained.

John tugged balıkesir escort at it. Matt arched his back. It felt painful but good. He couldn’t get hard on the poppers though.

Coolness. Matt felt a sudden cold ring around his cock. John tugged some more and soon, the metal ring was behind his balls and at the base of his cock. Matt looked down to see his balls shoved forward.

John admired it. “Perfect fit.”

Matt smiled. “Thank you, Master.”

John once again laughed before he came down with an impossible small metal tube-like cage. With a bit of work, John was able to cram Matt’s cock inside the short thing. Every bit of Matt’s flesh protested the caging. Matt even wriggled under the pressure of being fit.

A few pins later and Matt’s cock was reduced to a little less than 2 inches. It barely came out from the freshly emptied sack. Matt couldn’t believe his eyes. He stared down in wonder at how his dick had been shoved up inside him. John then took a small metal lock and clicked. Matt was now locked inside a cage.

John stood back and assessed Matt. “You will not be totally anally focused for pleasure,” John announced. “I hold the key.”

Matt gaped up at his master. Did he really need the cage? Matt hadn’t touched his cock without permission. Matt ran his hand over the metal, and his eyes went back down to it. There was no denying it. His cock was certainly “out of the way.” Matt felt tears rising.

“You please me,” John announced.

Matt looked up at him. “Master?” He needed it repeated.

“You please me when you are caged up like that. It pleases me to know that you won’t let your cock distract me from pleasing me. It pleases me to know your cock won’t be in the way when I fuck you.” John’s voice dripped in malice.

However, Matt was still in a hedonistic frenzy. Sure, he had his balls emptied. But that was not an orgasm. His cock may have been locked in a cage, and it tried to harden. It tried despite the poppers. It tried despite the cage. Matt winced.

John laughed at him. Matt blushed. John reached down with both hands, gripped the tubes on Matt’s nipples, and pulled hard. They POPPED off, and Matt screamed. The blood returned to Matt’s nipples, and they protruded obscenely from his chest.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” John announced.

John pulled down his jeans and revealed his erection. “Yes, Master.” Matt eyed that dick with hungry eyes.

When had he ever looked at a man that way? Never. What was wrong with him? Matt couldn’t believe his response. He wanted it. He wanted to please John. However, he was conflicted. How was it possible to feel boy happy and sad about the idea of getting ass fucked?

John squirted a hefty amount of lube into his hand. “Seeing your little boy clit locked up like that lets me know you want to please me, Matt. It lets me know that you will be my boy slut. Matt, tell me. Will you please me?” John asked as his cock glistened with lube.

“Yes, Master,” Matt answered without hesitance. He would please his master. Matt would please John. John was master. Matt was submissive. Matt obeyed John. Matt pleased John.

John knelt on the couch between Matt’s spread legs. “I know you want to get my dick in your ass because you pulled your legs apart for me without my telling you. You are truly a boy slut Matt. That pleases me, Matt. You want to please me, Matt.” John repeated all the while stroking his cock.

“Yes, Master.” Matt agreed. “I want to please you, Master.”

Matt kept his eyes on the length dangling from John’s crotch. He watched as John fisted it, lubing himself up for Matt’s ass. Matt felt anxious. He couldn’t believe he wanted this. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t gay, and he wanted this.

John lifted Matt’s legs to his shoulders. John positioned himself so that his cock head pressed against Matt’s cheeks. “You will hold them open for me, won’t you boy slut?”

“Yes, Master.” Matt reached down and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Matt’s head fell back. The poppers were still there. Matt’s head swirled. The earbuds remained in his ears. The music matched his heartbeat. It seemed deafening.

Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John’s boy. Matt is John’s toy. Obey John. Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John’s boy. Matt is John’s toy.

“AAARRRRGGGG” Matt groaned as John pushed the swollen tip of his cock against Matt’s not quite loose opening.

“Good boy.” John coached. “Breathe in deep.” Matt did as he was told. “Exhale out.” Matt obeyed.

John handed Matt the small bottle of poppers. “Do some hits get yourself really slutty for me Matt.”

Matt took the bottle and released one his ass cheeks. Half the bottle was already gone. Matt repeated the breathing John had instructed only now he was huffing poppers. Slowly, John pushed on. Matt felt his asshole open. trabzon escort

Matt felt himself split. Matt groaned and writhed against the couch. Still, he inhaled those poppers. His head swam with suggestions.

Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John’s boy. Matt is John’s toy. Obey John. Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John’s boy. Matt is John’s toy.

POP! “GAAAHHH!” Matt exclaimed as John’s fat cock head settled into place. John stopped moving allowing Matt’s body to accept him.

“Try to push me out,” John instructed.

Matt clenched his muscles and John moaned. John pushed in while Matt tried to push out. Matt wiggled on the couch and panted while inch after inch slipped inside his hole.

Soon, John’s balls pressed against Matt’s ass cheeks. John leaned forward. “Open your eyes, Matt.”

Matt obeyed. He couldn’t see clearly. He had huffed another quarter of the poppers. John took them and placed them on the floor.

“My cock is deep in your ass now slut,” John informed Matt.

“Yessssss Maasssttteeerrr.” Matt’s popper soaked brain could barely process anything beyond how fucking full he felt.

“It feels good to have my cock in your doesn’t Matt?” John asked as he pulled out slightly only to slide himself back in.

Matt arched his back and groaned. “Yessssssss. Maassssttteeerrrr.” Matt agreed. It felt amazing. It felt slutty. It felt humiliating.

“It pleases me, Matt. Your little dicklet isn’t even in my way. I’m not gay Matt. I like to fuck your ass, but I’m not gay which is why I locked your dick away.” John explained.

“Yessssss, Master.” Matt agreed and tried to hump his hips. John had him pinned. Matt couldn’t move. All he could do was take it. He could just receive John’s cock. Matt was helpless.

John pulled out of Matt slowly. Matt whined at the empty feeling. John pushed forward and slid himself in again. He repeated the long deep thrust until he felt Matt was accustomed to the feeling.

“Are you gay Matt?” John prodded as he picked up the past.

“No, Master.” Matt panted.

“You like my cock in your ass Matt?” John pressed as he pumped harder.

“Gaahh,” Matt’s head fell to the side. “yes, Master.”

Matt couldn’t think straight. The poppers; his submission; the suggestions; he was down the rabbit hole and never would come out.

John flicked one of Matt’s nipples. It awoke Matt from his trance. “Pay attention, Matt. I am fucking your ass. Pay attention boy slut.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes, Master.” Matt bounced back and forth as John pounding intensified.

Matt’s hole loosened, and Matt felt the pleasure that was being a bottom. It consumed him. His focus was on the feeling of the swollen prick punching in and out of him. Each swollen thrust grazed his prostate, and Matt chased that feeling.

The weight of the cock cage on his pelvis drew Matt’s attention. He watched the way the silver cage bobbled back and forth as John claimed Matt’s ass.

“You’re not gay right Matt?” John asked almost out of breath.

“No, Master,” Matt stated between his own gasps. “Straight.”

John chuckled. “I think you’re a fag, Matt.” John teased.

Shame, utter and complete mortification seeped into Matt’s brain. His stomach flopped. His cock twitched in its prison. And Matt moaned. He didn’t protest.

Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John’s boy. Matt is John’s toy. Obey John. Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John’s boy. Matt is John’s toy.

“You’re my little faggy bottom, Matt.” John taunted further and his pace increased.

“You’re going to take my cock and cum from it each time.” John further proclaimed.

Matt moaned and writhed further. It hurt. The pounding hurt deeper than just the stretching of his anal canal. The words hurt. He wanted to please his master, but he wasn’t gay.

Out of nowhere, the cage rattled. Vibration awoke Matt, and his eyes stared vacantly up. John had taken the vibrator that had been in Matt’s ass and rested it on the cock cage.

“You’re only going to cum when something is in your ass Matt, enjoy it,” John explained as he pumped deeper and harder into Matt.

Matt’s hips bucked as much as they could with John holding Matt’s legs over John’s shoulders. More words; John said more words. Matt couldn’t concentrate enough to hear them.

All Matt could focus on was the sensations. His cock strained against the metal bars. His balls pulled tight. He had just cum but the way John stabbed at his prostate and the way he hadn’t actually orgasmed drove Matt insane. The added vibration from the dildo against Matt’s cage, Matt couldn’t do anything more than feel.

As John’s cock grew and stretched in Matt’s ass, Matt bellowed in a release. As Matt’s cock spurted more cum onto his belly, John shot rope after rope of cum deep in Matt’s ass. Matt felt each pulse of John’s cock as John emptied his balls in Matt.

John collapsed onto Matt. The vibrator fell away. Matt’s tired legs fell and splayed open. The two men gasped as if they had just run a marathon.

Maybe, maybe Matt was a straight fag. That was a thing, right? Matt wondered. If it pleased his master, Matt could be a straight fag.

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As the black sedan slid to a graceful stop in front of the house, Simon Devlin looked out the disappointment clearly visible on his thin face.

Devlin; one time accountant to the rich and powerful was now reduced to this small, ordinary looking residence. He was not a pleasant man. Small and wiry with a pinched face and large spectacles that made his eyes look twice as large as they actually were. But this was a misconception. Actually, Devlin’s eyes were rarely still; darting and searching like a fox. The fox-like trait didn’t stop there. His entire personality was sly and cunning. There was no doubt that there was one person that Simon Devlin looked out for – Simon Devlin.

He knew though that this latest predicament was purely of his own doing; in his search for further wealth he had helped himself to the funds of some particularly unsavoury clients. Who would miss a few hundred thousand off the top, he had asked himself? Of course his clients had missed the money and they were not best pleased. Devlin had quickly found himself with a price on his head and there seemed only one way out.

“Doesn’t look too bad.” Devlin lied turning to his wife and smiling weakly.

Not for the first time, Maria Devlin turned away from her husband and looked out of the opposite window ignoring him resolutely. She had no wish to converse with anyone at this time, let alone her worthless husband.

The other person in the vehicle was the driver, detective Bill Anderson.

“Well, this is it.” He said opening the drivers’ door and alighting cautiously. “We’d better get you inside quickly.”

Anderson opened the rear door and ushered the couple smoothly into the house. His eyes flitted from rooftop to alleyway; taking in the surrounding danger areas in his usual professional manner. He was relieved to see the second sedan pull up behind his car – his back up – the cavalry have arrived, he thought with a half smile!

Once inside the small suburban house, Anderson lost no time in explaining the ground rules. He looked at Devlin disdainfully. He had seen his type many times before; greedy and arrogant and had taken an instant dislike to the man. But his job was to protect him and not necessarily to like him. Long ago he had sworn an oath to uphold the law and Simon Devlin was blowing the whistle on some very nasty law-breakers.

“This will be your home until after the trial.” Anderson explained. “We all know that our case against the Minelli brothers hinges entirely on the evidence that you’re going to give. We also know that the brothers in question are likely to stop at nothing to see that you don’t give that evidence. That’s why these guys here will be staying very close to you for the next few weeks.”

As the three burly black detectives stood forward, Anderson could not help see the smile that appeared on Maria Devlin’s face or the grimace that materialized on her husbands’. It was a well-known joke back at the station that Mrs. Devlin had an obvious attraction to the three detectives. She was a good-looking woman – considerably younger than her husband – and Anderson was well aware that the attraction was mutual.

“Wonderful!” Devlin said, the sarcasm dripping off his tongue. “That’s all I need! A bunch of sex-starved cops sniffing round my wife!”

“It’s for your own protection.” Anderson answered tersely. “Don’t you want to be safe?”

“I’m bloody sure that Maria won’t be safe with them around!”

Devlin span around as he heard his wife mumble something incoherently.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing.” Maria said with a sigh. “Lets just have some coffee shall we?”

Devlin fumed as he made the coffee and watched his wife flirting outrageously with the three black detectives. Anderson had made his excuses and returned to the station and Devlin was thankful for that at least. Anderson might have been an old man but the way that Maria was acting recently he felt that she would have preferred anyone to himself.

As Devlin carried the drinks through he was met with a resounding blast of raucous laughter – with Maria at the centre.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

“Oh nothing. Danny just told a good joke about an accountant.” Maria replied. She was smiling broadly at detective Danny McCoy.

“Danny now is it?” Devlin spat. “Well, I’m glad that you can all find something to laugh about. It may have escaped your attention, but we are in fear of our lives here. The Minelli’s could come through that door at any moment!”

“And whose fault is that?” Maria’s voice was yalova escort shrill and piercing, her anger rising. “You’re the stupid fuck who decided to start all this. Just because you couldn’t keep your sticky fingers to yourself!”

Devlin recoiled from his wife’s vicious verbal assault. He knew that he should say something witty or cutting at this point but, as usual, words failed him.

“I’m going for a fucking walk!” was all he could think of saying.

“That’s not a good idea Mr. Devlin.” Detective Jim Kane said quickly.

“Oh, let him go if he wants!” Maria interrupted. “I’m sure the four of us can find something to do here without my husband.”

As Devlin opened the front door he was again treated to a roar of laughter from the other room. He bristled jealously, paranoid enough to think that the jokes were at his expense. He stopped for a moment and thought. Maybe the Kane cop was right. Minelli could have a hit man waiting just around the next corner with sights trained on him. But he couldn’t go back in now, he just couldn’t. Then he remembered the computer in the spare bedroom. It was days since he’d done any work and numbers helped him relax. Perhaps a couple of hours work would be good for him.

Devlin had been working for less than an hour when he heard a noise from downstairs. The advanced mathematical calculations that had been streaming across the monitor in front of his eyes halted as his fingers left the keyboard. It had sounded like a glass or bottle breaking. He could hear muted laughter and guessed that Maria and the three detectives had started on the beer. He tried to dismiss the sounds and return to his beloved work but there was something about the laughter – giggling almost – that kept his attention away from the computer.

Padding quietly down the stairs to investigate, the sounds became more pronounced. His mind couldn’t or wouldn’t acknowledge what he was hearing but, as he neared the door and peeked into the room, he knew that his eyes were not lying.

Devlin gasped as the sight befell him. Maria was naked and kneeling on the carpet and surrounded by the three black detectives in varying different stages of undress. Jim Kane and Martin Reeves both had their jeans down and Danny McCoy had his zipper open. All three men had their long black cocks pointing towards the kneeling form of Maria as she brushed her blonde hair back from her face and reached out for the stiff appendages.

As Maria stroked McCoy’s member and guided it towards her open mouth Devlin burst in through the door.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He screamed. “Get away from her you bastards! That’s my wife!”

Calmly Maria looked up at her husband and slipped the inflamed penis from between her soft lips.

“Just shut the fuck up will you Simon?” She said. “The guys are just being nice to me!”

“Nice to you?” Devlin said incredulously. He had turned a deep shade of red and looked in danger of exploding. “You fucking slut! You’ve wanted this from the first time you saw them haven’t you?”

“I can’t deny it and I won’t. There’s nothing you can do about it either. I’m going to enjoy the first decent fuck I’ve had since I married you, you useless bastard!”

Again Devlin was lost for words. Suddenly he felt a meaty black hand on his shoulder and looked up into detective Reeves’ dark eyes. He could feel himself being moved – pushed towards the sofa – and knew it was futile to resist.

“What are you doing?” Devlin said unnecessarily

“Just sit the fuck down and watch!” Maria laughed. “You might just learn something!”

Seeing little other way of preserving life and limb, Devlin accepted his fate and sat back on the sofa. He could feel the sting of tears as they gathered in the corners of his eyes and wiped them away violently with the back of his hand.

“Don’t worry, man!” McCoy drawled. “This is just a pleasant little diversion. Everyone at the station knows that your wife has been virtually begging for this for ages. They’re even taking bets on which one of us would be the first to fuck her! I guess nobody thought that she would take on all three of us at the same time!”

McCoy’s words were concluded with a deep sigh as Maria took his stiff penis back into her mouth and began sucking in earnest.

Devlin was left to watch helplessly as his wife’s mouth was used for the cop’s satisfaction. The other two detectives also looked on. They had stripped off their own clothes now and were slowly massaging themselves edirne escort with their hands as they watched.

Maria was working well. Her mouth was open as wide as it would go as she swallowed the thick tool deep into her throat. Devlin could see that the lucky detective had his hands on the back of her head and was pulling her towards him, trying to thrust as much of his cock into her as he thought she could take.

When McCoy’s climax came it took Maria by surprise. Her mouth and throat were suddenly swamped by a great tidal wave of sperm that surged over her tongue. Devlin could see her trying her best to swallow but, inevitably, the creamy sex fluid soon began to ooze from the corners of her mouth and drip onto her pert, naked breasts.

As soon as McCoy had pulled back the other two detectives stepped quickly forwards. Devlin saw meaty black hands as they groped and caressed his wife’s hot, white flesh.

The hands covered her breasts, the mixed colours starkly contrasting. Her legs were being spread wide and her body pushed back onto the floor. Long fingers entered a vagina that Devlin could see was already very wet with arousal.

Maria cried out and arched her back as the two pairs of policeman’s hands continued to fondle her. Devlin could see that her legs were very wide now and, as officer Kane lowered his head and began to lick feverishly at her pussy, he knew that his wife would be climaxing very soon.

If Simon Devlin had ever wanted to see or hear his wife climax at the hands of another man, then he didn’t have long to wait. He watched as her hips rose from the carpet. Her back arched again deeply and her toes curled. Her voice sounded harsh and croaky; beginning with a low howl that steadily built in intensity until it became a high-pitched scream of pleasure. Kane’s head reappeared from between her thighs as she came and joined his partner as they both squeezed and pinched Maria’s long turgid nipples.

Devlin could see that his wife looked a little tired now and wondered if the men had maybe finished with her. But, as he looked at officers Kane and Reeves, their solid erections pointing urgently upwards, he knew that that was very unlikely.

“Time to take some black meat up that tight little cunt, baby!” Kane laughed. “Help me get her up guys!”

The three men worked together and pulled Maria up from the floor and pushed her firmly towards the table. It all happened very quickly. As Maria leaned across the table for support, Kane moved into position behind her. Devlin watched his wife’s face screw up into an expression of pure animal lust as she felt the swollen head of Kane’s massive cock as it pressed against the wet folds of her vagina.

Maria gasped out loud as she was penetrated. She had never felt so full in all her life and even the large pink vibrator that she kept hidden from her husband paled into insignificance next to Kane’s massive tool. She could feel the width of him stretching her

open and, as his shaft rubbed against her swollen clitoris, she cried out as she climaxed for a second time.

Devlin continued to watch fascinated as his wife took the massive weapon from behind. He could hear the animal grunts that emanated from her painted lips as she was skewered so professionally and knew that he himself could never hope to provide her with so much pleasure. He saw Kane’s hands grip her buttocks and the rippling muscles in his thick arms dance beneath his dark skin. Devlin couldn’t help it and, despite everything, he felt himself become warmly aroused.

“Oh yes!…that’s it…just there…mmmm….. fuck me…fuck….me….fuck…MEEE!”

Maria’s words stirred her husband’s erection to further heights, as he sat not able to tear his eyes away from the scene of debauchery in front of him.He watched as, clearly still wanting more, Maria reached out and grasped Reeves’ cock and guided it towards her mouth.

Now with two big dicks inside her, Maria seemed to be in her own private heaven. Her body was being cruelly thrust back and forth as the two black officers took their pleasure from her and Devlin could see her breasts, complete with stiff pink nipples, swing violently to and fro.

Kane’s face was a picture of lust as he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside Maria’s wet pussy and it was quite clear that he was not going to be able to hold out much longer.

With a guttural cry, the black officer suddenly lunged forward and buried himself to the hilt. Devlin guessed that Maria would also have erzurum escort cried out at that point but for the fact that her body had been pushed forward with such force that Reeves’ cock had entered her throat and curtailed any form of communication that she might have made.

Kane’s legs trembled as he emptied himself into Maria’s willing pussy. Devlin watched him twist and thrust his body, spearing Maria and ensuring that his cum drove deep inside her body. She looked almost exhausted now, but Devlin knew that whilst there was still one cop who hadn’t cum, there was no way they were going to finish with her yet.

“My turn now, I think!” Stated Reeves confirming Devlin’s thoughts. “And I’m not going in for sloppy seconds either, she’s still got one unused hole left!”

Devin could hardly believe what he was hearing. Sure they couldn’t mean….? Surely she wasn’t capable of …that?

While thoughts of his wife’s back passage being penetrated flitted through his mind, Devlin watched the exhausted woman being bodily lifted up onto the table. Oh my god, he thought. They are going to do it! Reeve’s is actually going to fuck her in the ass!

As Kane and McCoy assisted their partner by dragging Maria’s legs open and back, Devlin’s thoughts turned back to his own arousal. He knew that he should have been disgusted and jealous – at least concerned – but all he could feel was the heat emanating from his loins. His erection was small but fierce. He knew that there was something deep inside him that wanted to see this happen.

Reeves quickly positioned himself between Maria’s stretched and open legs and inserted two wet fingers into her anus. Devlin heard his wife gasp and knew that, very soon, she would be feeling a much larger insertion.

Reeves twisted his fingers and pushed them deep, widening the woman’s back passage for what was soon to come. When he was eventually satisfied that she was ready he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her hole.

Devlin gasped as he saw how impossible the situation looked. Even with her asshole so dilated, the large black head of Reeves’ tool looked twice as big as the entrance that he intended to put it in.

Reeves pushed. Maria howled out in a mixture of pain and passion. The tiny hole stretched wide and Reeves pushed a little harder. His face virtually dripped with perspiration as his exertion began to show. He leaned forward. More weight pressing his tool inwards. And then suddenly, with a cry from Maria, he was in.

Maria’s toes curled involuntarily as the big black officer slowly eased his tool further into her tight back passage. The pain was subsiding now and being quickly replaced by a warm glow deep in her stomach. She wondered if she would ever feel this full again but suddenly didn’t care. She was being butt-fucked by the object of her most recent fantasy and whatever happened after this she believed could never measure up. Her internal muscles ached as she squeezed the hard rod inside her and she knew that this was going to be one of the most satisfying – if not the longest – fucks she had ever experienced.

“Oh, shit!” Cried Reeves suddenly, confirming Maria’s suspicions that he would not be able to last long in her tight ass. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Let me see it!” Maria quickly responded. “I want to see you cum! I want to taste it!”

Devlin was massaging the crotch of his pants as he heard his wife’s request. His eyes bulged as he saw Reeves, albeit with some reluctance, ease his twitching tool from Marie’s ass. Once separated, he saw the two lovers tumble to the floor.

Reeves’ cock was twitching like crazy and Maria had to move quickly to ensure that her desire was fulfilled. Lying back on the floor she stared up at Reeve’s as he pointed his thick tool towards her.

With a gasp of ecstasy Reeves pulled back on his foreskin and shot the first massive stream of cum directly into Maria’s mouth. She gagged slightly as the full force hit her but was quickly rewarded by several more long bursts of jism as Reeve’s continued to climax.

Eventually, after several minutes, Devlin saw his wife stir as she lay on the table. She had been virtually immobile for the last ten minutes, clearly too exhausted to even move let alone clean off the copious quantity of sperm that now glistened wetly on her body.

“I…I…I don’t know what to say…” Devlin stammered as the three officers dressed.

“I do…” Maria responded – Devlin thought her voice sounded hollow, almost distant – “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had!

Simon?” She looked across at Devlin, “any time you want to turn Supergrass again, just make sure these guys are on hand to protect us, okay!”

“Don’t worry, baby, I will!” Devlin laughed. “But I think there’s a good few days until the trial even starts – plenty more time for you and the boys to play again!”

The End

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One night a few years ago, my wife Debi and I were in bed chatting and the subject of past relationships came up. We’ve talked about our sexual histories to some extent before, but I never really got any details from her. So I was pretty shocked during this particular conversation when she told me for the first time that she had gone out with a black guy (we’re white) when she was at college some 20 years prior.

It shocked me so much because she was from a very conservative family who weren’t exactly what you’d consider open-minded about social issues such as mixed-race couples. Her dad was a retired big-city cop, and had always been happy to boil all of society’s ills down to the responsibility of the “colored” population in the city.

Debi said that absolutely nobody knew about her dating the guy; not her roommates, and definitely not her family. She said they spent some time going out, off campus so her friends wouldn’t see them, but mostly at his dorm. She said she wasn’t really ashamed of dating him, just that people she hung out with wouldn’t have been very understanding of it.

I wanted some juicy details as it had long been a fantasy of mine to watch her with a black guy. I’d also had that fantasy with most of my previous significant others, but because of her family’s attitudes about race, it seemed especially exciting and forbidden. I never would have guessed before this that she had fucked around with a black guy! I found myself getting excited.

I asked her if they fucked. “No,” she said, “we never went that far. But I did get to play around with his cock a few times.” I immediately felt my own cock stir with her admission. “Oh, my god, was it big!” she continued. “I could easily hold it in both hands when he got hard.” My cock had now fully sprung to life and I moved my hand under the covers to stroke it. I wanted to hear more.

“Tell me about how it happened,” I asked Debi.

“We took an elective racquetball class together my sophomore year, I must have been 19. We talked in class and were paired up to play a couple of times, and after a while he started hitting on me. I was flattered, of course, but didn’t think anything of it. gaziantep escort Then, at the end of the quarter when the class was ending, he asked for my phone number and if I wanted to go out sometime. I kind of shocked myself when I said yes, just because of how my family was. Besides, I was at college and wanted to open myself up to new experiences when I had the chance.

“So we went out a couple of times and had fun, and then he invited me back to his dorm room. He was nice and fun to be with, so I figured why not? We’d had a couple of drinks and I was feeling pretty horny, as I recall. His roommates were out at a party for the night so we’d be alone. We talked for a while, and, well, you know how one thing leads to another.”

I wasn’t about to let her off the hook that easily. “C’mon, gimme details!” I could tell Debi was embarrassed about going further, but she did anyhow. What a trooper!

“Well, we started kissing, and after a while he started working his hands inside my shirt. He made a really good move and flipped my bra up so he could get to my naked tits. He knew exactly how to play with my nipples to drive me nuts and he did that for a few minutes. Then he lifted my shirt up and began kissing down my neck. I knew he was going for my tits and I wasn’t about to stop him because I was feeling really good!

“I kind of leaned back and closed my eyes and definitely enjoyed it. He started rubbing my pussy through my jeans, and as I recall I didn’t feel much, so I reached down and unsnapped them. He slid his hand inside my panties and started working my pussy really good. Between that and him still sucking on my tits, I came pretty quickly.”

Debi looked down and saw my hand under the covers, then threw them back to see that I has stroking my rock hard cock. “I guess you’re really enjoying this, huh?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I said. Then I decided to make my admission. “I’ve actually had a fantasy of seeing you fuck around with a black guy since I met you!”

“What??” she said, obviously shocked. “Are you serious?”

“Doesn’t it look like I’m turned on listening to you? C’mon, konya escort you’re not finished! I want the rest of the story!”

“You pervert,” she laughed. “After I came, I took a couple of minutes to recover. When I finally did and opened my eyes, I saw that he had pulled that huge cock out of his pants. All I could manage to say was, ‘Oh, my god!’ which made him laugh. He said that’s usually how white girls reacted. I said that described me, all right! I had only seen a couple other guys’ cocks — white guys — so it was especially shocking. He was slowly stroking it. His fingers were wet from my pussy juice and that lubed him up pretty well. I was mesmerized at first, but I finally reached out to touch it and he pulled his hand away. It bobbed in the air, it looked like a thick black snake with a pinkish head. There was already pre-come dripping out. I’ll admit, it was really beautiful to look at; well, as beautiful as a cock can be,” she laughed.

“I grasped it and it was so thick my fingers didn’t fit around. I’m sure my eyes were bugged out looking at it and that he loved watching the expression on my face! It was probably nine or ten inches long. When I touched it, it was really hot and I could feel it pulse. I started to stroke it, first with just my one hand, then I realized that I could fit both hands on it and I started doing that. I was really getting into it.”

Debi reached under the covers. “Speaking of getting into it, my pussy is getting wet talking about this!” she said. “I haven’t thought about this in years.”

“Alright,” I reminded her, “let’s stick to the story! I’m close to coming!”

She laughed, “don’t worry, I’ll finish you just like I finished him. So, where was I?”

“Don’t tease me! You were stroking his big cock with both hands!”

“Oh, right. He was leaned back watching me stroke him. It made a great image, this giant black cock and my little white hands wrapped around it, pumping him up and down. He was saying, ‘that’s right, baby’ and things like that, really getting me into it.

After a few minutes, my curiosity got the best of me. I had never sucked anybody’s kayseri escort cock before, but I really felt drawn to his cock. I slowly leaned forward and saw him watching me as I put my tongue to the head of his dick. His pre-come was running down the head to where my hands were still wrapped around his shaft. I put my tongue on the head and flicked it around, and I could taste his salty come. He loved that and told me to keep licking it. I licked all around his head, then licked down the shaft and back up. I put my lips on his head and slowly worked it into my mouth. Man, was it big. I could get his swollen head into my mouth but couldn’t really get more than a few inches in. I learned later through practice how to deep-throat cocks, too bad I didn’t have that skill yet! I sucked in as much as I could and then started my head bobbing up and down. I started pumping him again, so there I was: two hands wrapped around that thick shaft and sucking that fat into my mouth.

“He started bucking his hips and thrusting, basically fucking my mouth with that big cock. I really liked that feeling. He never forced into me, but it felt really nasty and sexy. I could feel his shaft swelling even more in my hands and knew he was close to coming. Then he told me, ‘fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!’

“I pulled my mouth off his head a couple inches and kept the rhythm of my pumping to milk his come out. I felt his first spurt shoot deep into my mouth and my tongue was instantly coated with his hot, thick jizz. It shocked me since this was the first come shot I’d ever taken in my mouth. He shot again and I tried to swallow his come and just two spurts were already a mouthful! His next shot covered my lips. I then put my mouth back over his head and sucked down each spurt as he came. I couldn’t take it all in and I felt it running back over my lips, which made his shaft slippery so I could pump it easier. It felt like he came for a minute and it just didn’t stop!”

With that, I came hard, shooting my jizz through my pumping fist. “Oh, fuck!” I yelled.

Debi continued, “I sucked down all that big load of come! It was salty and hot nasty and I loved it! You would have loved watching that big black cock come in my mouth and on my face.” She enjoyed watching the effect of her nasty talk on me.

As I came, I replied, “I do want to see a big black cock come in your mouth!” She laughed, and probably didn’t think anything more of it. She had no idea how sincere I was in saying it!

To be continued…

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The online dating world can be challenging at best down to completely frustrating most of the time. If you are a man, it is downright impossible to navigate. Too many pitfalls, not enough mermaids. Something I forgot as I have not been in need of this type of service for years but had recently joined a non vanilla “off the beaten path” website to quash a specific need. An alternative lifestyle website catering to power exchange or in plain English catering to dominants and submissives.

I am a European man in my late 50’s, educated, world traveled, fairly bright (even if sometimes that brightness doesn’t shine through) and dominant. I like being in charge or should I say: “I liked being in charge.”

I have been the dominant one in each and every relationship I have been involved in over the years. Nothing more thrilling than to slowly bring your partner to enjoy and crave some of the sexual activities I like. Nothing is more exhilarating than to push some of the limits and see your partner discovering new sensations, new pleasure.

But for some reasons, unknown to me at this time, I have felt the need to relinquish that power to another person, preferably a dominant woman who can show me the path that leads to submission and complete surrender. The pull to surrender has been in the back of my mind for a couple of years now and time has come to act on it.

Is it due to aging? Hormone imbalance? Stress? Repressed fantasies? Being in charge all day in my business? I do not have an answer for you or even for me! I just know I had a longing need, a vision in my head, a burning desire in the pit of my stomach… well not really the stomach… I am sure you can figure that one out!

So I joined an alternative lifestyle website trying to fulfill that Quest… and no… My name is not Don Quixote… But it could be… The odds of finding that golden nugget are lower than the ones to win the Poweball or a jackpot in Las Vegas…Close to zero. But like gambling if you do not play you have no chances to win… So here I went… throwing dices on a crap table and hoping for the best while I log in and set up my profile. I have always been a straight forward person and my profile feels dry to the bone. But what can I say… It is just me and as the say goes: “You cannot teach an old dog a new tricks”… Oh Boy! How wrong am I going to be on that one!

The first few days were spent browsing people’s profiles and figuring out what I really wanted. Lots of profiles felt fake or manufactured. Some profiles have the same photos with different user names showing in various states, others read the same. I tended to stay away from profile without photos fully aware that some profile photo may be fake. Anyone can download a photo from the internet and use it as theirs. I did write an introduction email to broadcast as wide as possible to see who and what was out there.

With no expectation to begin with, I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed despite the lingering hope… Just in case…Who knows!

A few answers came back following my first introduction. A few chats started. One sounded promising! Two days spent chatting. Hope rising. Until the crushing blow… Before we meet, I need to buy toys to use only with you. I will send you a link. I will need $$$$.

No… It was not about the money… It was about sending money to a complete stranger that would meet you once you send $250, $500, $750 to buy toys, rent a dungeon or just to show how serious you are. You can imagine that these chats stopped right there. A nicely written response I cannot mention here as I am afraid it might not be very appropriate to this audience and the chat stopped. After a while a pattern in the chats started to emerge and within a few exchanges I could tell where the discussion was going… Nowhere!

The thought of just cancelling the subscription due to the overwhelming numbers of fake profiles was just in the forefront of my thoughts. Why am I wasting my time, keeping my hope up when I have so much to focus on in my daily life? Can you spell

“Lust”

I had a business trip set up to go to Telluride in Colorado and one of the profile of a dominant woman was located in that city. The tagline was simple but full of sarcasm. Just my kind of woman. Unfortunately it looks like that person has not been online for a while but it never hurt to send an email. The worst that can happen is no answer.

To my surprise I did get an answer a few days later… First thoughts were… Is this another scammer? Doesn’t cost anything to engage in a conversation adana escort and see.

Do you remember when I was talking about odds? Looks like I should have been playing in Vegas! The conversation started differently than all the previous ones. This one went on for a long time. Over a month! Close to two months!

Our exchanges were refreshing, exhilarating, funny, silly, genuine and true. Our chat covered the whole gamut of life without being sexual at all… Go figure… You meet on an adult website but do not talk about sex or fantasies but art, music, business, daily discussion we all have at the water cooler. I have read our exchanges multiple times and still crack up to some of the underlying jokes or quirky responses we traded. Our sense of humor almost identical.

What were the odds? Can someone remind me?

Part of me felt alive for the first time in a long, long time. I try to keep my mind out of the equation. Do I have questions, doubt and reservations? Yes… How can a virtual connection feel so real? How a 50+ years old human being can feel like a teenager again? A crush? An attraction? Hopefully mutual! But still virtual! The only shadow I see is my own reflection in my computer screen late at night when I cannot sleep. Her presence heavy on my mind but invigorating. Just the thoughts of her are making me a better man, more focused at work, at home. Doing choirs I would have pushed to tomorrow. Even if the virtual relationship were to end for any reason, she would be help in my memory and I would try to remember how good it felt.

The longing of a physical touch is becoming unbearable. The promises of finally being at the mercy of a dominant woman, in sight, but out of reach, frustrating. A mental torture inflicted by a cunning woman. The desperation she mentioned when we started chatting making a lot more sense now. The mirage in the desert! Hallucinations? Potential reality? The mind is a powerful tool and can play tricks on the best of us.

At some point you feel like a fish. Hooked and being reeled in but very slowly. Agonizingly slow. You would think the fish would fight but it was gutted of his will power, longing to be reeled faster. The only thought in his mind is to be guided, trained to please the person in charge of the pole. Waiting to be pulled into a net and molded the way its handler desires. Did I mention “desperation?”

And then the day came!

Out of the blue a message dropped in the inbox. The computer chimed. You rush like a well-trained Pavlov’s dog knowing who sent you a message. Expecting the daily “Hello… How are you today?” Instead she sent that long awaited message: A time and an address followed by a wicked smiling emoji.

A message sent just before bedtime, knowing the effect it will have on her prey. Knowing his night will be mostly sleepless filled with thoughts of her. His mind restless with anticipation, anxiety and excitement preparing for a long awaited meeting.

The wait is over.

The virtual world is about to turned into reality. The screen about to disappear replaced by a leather-clad Goddess.

A dream comes through! So … Why is fear, embarrassment and doubt creeping into his mind? Is he having cold feet? Buyer remorse? Knowing that the mental thoughts and emotions are about to become physical sensations. Pleasure might be turning into pain. Pain might be turning into pleasure. The appeal of the unknown fascinating him, drawing him to the edge of a cliff he knows will have no turning back. Just a straight fall to his knees at the feet of his new Goddess. The owner of his thoughts, his will, his entire being. Robbed from any free will except to will to please her.

Goddess wanted to make that moment special. After all it was going to be his first time kneeling in front of her. His first time submitting to someone and to her in particular. She was planning to keep him, to make him hers for weeks? Months? Years to come? The age difference is significant but the attraction is there and his willingness to become hers unmistakable.

When he arrived at her place, an envelope was taped to the door with his name on it. “The door is open! Enter and get undressed. Once done there is a pillow in front of the coffee table. Put the blindfold on and kneel there with your hands behind your back. You have two minutes!”

Opening the door, he enters into a vestibule furnished with a high back chair. A baroque looking chair made of black leather and gold rivets. His mind wondering is it was a genuine chair eskişehir escort or a replica but he dismissed the thought. He wasn’t here to appraise a chair and he had a time schedule to follow. Getting undressed, excitement and fear grip him again, almost making his head spin. How did he get to that point? His mind screaming to get out of there but she did strip him from his willpower and without even thinking he found himself in front of the coffee table. A lone scented candle burning. The only light on in the room. Shadows dancing on the walls as his movements sway the flame. He found the blindfold laying in front of him, waiting for him. He kneels down on the pillow and once the blindfold found his place on his face, he starts to wait for his fate and his Goddess to lead him down a one way street: her way!

He tries to focus on sounds or movement but he only hears the beats of his heart pounding in his ears and the ticking of a clock somewhere in the house. Trying to control his heartbeat and anxiety rising inside him, he starts to take deep breath to relax. A familiar sound seems to catch in ears… the erotic sounds of nylon rubbing against nylon but he cannot be certain. Primal arousal is growing deep in him. His mind full of lust and uncertainty but he feels embarrassed being there naked and helpless. Cold metal slaps on his wrists and makes him jump. He didn’t imaging the ruffle of nylons! But he was too lost in his thoughts to realize his Goddess silently closed up on him. The scent of Victoria Secret fragrance feels his nostrils. A hot breath on is neck. A sweet but firm voice close to his ears, welcoming him, teasing him with all the things she will do to him and how helpless he is and will be, how by the end of the night he will become hers completely. His erection betraying the arousal of his position or is it her presence or both? His breath caught in his throat wondering what was in stock for him. The moment long awaited finally here. His pre-cum oozing out of his erected penis unable to control his body.

He knew the effect she had on him when they were chatting but couldn’t imagine the power that was radiating from her being so close to him. Far enough he couldn’t feel her skin or any fabric covering her body but he could feel the heat emanating from her.

He feels like a condom was being pulled on his cock and a rope tied at the base. She puts a collar around his neck and brings him around the table where she seats on a couch. And then come the first order: “This is where you belong… At my feet! You are about to learn your Goddess’ body by heart with your lips and your tongue. Start with my feet and kiss every inch of my body!”

This will be his first time but not his last exploring his Goddess’ body. Part of her ritual to enslave him. Lowering himself to find her feet and expecting to kiss the soft fabric of a stocking, his lips came across the hard surface a leather boot. The unmistakable smell feeling his senses. His mind focused on covering every inch of his Goddess’ boots. Not knowing how high they go. Finally reaching the soft, electric feeling of the stockings just below the knees. The difference in texture sending chills down his spine. Chills that intensified once he reached the soft warm flesh or her upper thighs.

When he came too close to her vagina, she grabbed him by the ears and ordered him to skip that part. “You will spend plenty of time down there. Now is not the time. Keep exploring my body!” and so he keeps exploring… Her long legs, her hips, the flat tommy, her firm breasts with hard nipples, the tender skin of her neck making her shiver and holding her breath in excitement. She knows her juices are flowing freely, her excitement barely controllable. Now is the time for him to taste her and get drunk on her nectar. One of her hand grabs his hair and slowly guides him down her most delicate area. “I want you to smell me. This is the smell that will govern your life from now on. The scent of your Goddess should be burned into your mind. Once I am done with you, you will be able to find your Goddess within a pack of woman by the scent of her pussy!”

Breath deep! Engrave the sent in your memory! Taste your Goddess!” And with that order she relaxes on the couch opening her legs and locking his head between her thighs. His mouth and tongue kissing and lapping the juice dripping from her shave lips. His tongue finding the delicate clitoris. His lips gently sucking it. Juice flowing all over his chin. Her deep aroma feeling his nostrils, her sweet nectar sakarya escort flowing freely down his throat.

He has just discovered his new home for weeks, months and years to come. He lost track of everything, too focused on pleasing his Goddess and listening to her breathing and the scream of her orgasms rolling through her body.

Exhausted by multiple orgasms, she pulled him by the hair again away from her sweet spot. Tying him to the feet of the couch, she drifted into a welcoming haze while he lay there at her feet on the floor. His hard cock pulsing without the change of relief.

She woke up with a big grin on her face. Grin he doesn’t see because she never removed his blindfold. She got some water, quenching her thirst and brought him some water too.

Untying him she murmurs in his ears: “I am about to make you mine for good. Once I take you, you will be my possession. Are you ready to give it all up to me? You have reached the point of no return… Now is the time to either bail out or be owned by me.”

His answer didn’t take long: “Please Goddess, make me yours.”

A big smile spread across her face. She started to like him when they were chatting and for some reasons feel attracted to him as he is attracted to her… He should have play Powerball!

She brings him to her bedroom, laying him on him tummy, tying his hands and feet to the bed. Spread eagle with a pillow under his belly. Ass up in the air, offered to his Goddess with no possibility to move or even go anywhere. Not that the thought ever crossed his weakened mind. Panties, freshly scented with her nectar, found their way to his mouth and nose. His mind and senses overwhelmed by the sensations she is giving him.

A flogger started to caress his back. Her fingernails running down his sides, her cherry red painted lips leaving traces of lipstick on his neck and ears. Her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his upper shoulder. His breathing moving to the rhythm of her touches. His mind drifting, tying to adapt and make sense of the sensations she is giving him.

In the meantime on the other side, she has to remind herself that it is his first time and that she needs to be a lot more gentle that she usually is. There is plenty of time to raise the intensity of the sensations. But she knows he will take what she will dish out. She will make sure of that. She will train him. He will be hers. Completely. Entirely. No doubt about that!

His body abandoned to her will. His mind completely shut down. That was his biggest concern. Being able to let someone take the lead and obeying. She did strip everything from him and she was about to take more. Her body adorn with a decent size strap on. The kind that shoots fluid like a real cock. A wicked smile on her face, radiating with pleasure and anticipation that she will own him. She owns his mind already. She will mold him to her taste. He has nowhere to run and even with the door open he will willingly stay at her feet.

Fingers started to play with his ass, a sweet voice full of lust asking him to relax and enjoy. A cold liquid being rub around is puckered hole. Sensations he never experience before rush over him. His hard cock pulsing under him getting closer to the edge of orgasm. Unauthorized orgasm would make him hers for good. She had warned him to not cum until she tell him to.

To his surprise, a finger found its way inside him, following by a second one. Her touch is light. Experience showing. No pain just sheer pleasure and his ass asking for more, moving toward the intruding fingers. The mind only registering her touch and her commanding but sweet voice guiding him closer and closer to being fisted. First time and she is making him beg for more.

A harder and wider finger starts to find its way inside of him. Her strap on moving slowing but surely deep inside his bowel. His breathing getting harsher and shallower. Hers joining him. Her voice pushing him further over the edge. She owns him. She knew it a long time ago. She never doubted but seeing the result of her work, live in front of her, is bringing her closer to orgasm again. Her plastic dick deep inside him. Her hand on his cock, her voice in his ears teasing, encouraging, controlling, guiding him to one strong orgasm. An orgasm he is not going to forget. An orgasm that seals her ownership of him. A contract signed with fake cum in is ass and his own cum filling the condoms she tied earlier. “Full ownership!” these two words swirling in his blown mind while he lay there motionless. Drifting in and out of consciousness. “She warned you. There shouldn’t be any surprise there. She owns you.”

As an echo to his own thoughts, he can hear her sweet voice in his ear mentioning these two words again “full ownership” as she brings him into her arms, laying next to him, protecting her new toy, drifting with him into a state of joy and restful sleep.

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An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as “The Mad Bitch,” is retrained during a weekend “Wilderness Bonding Experience” and turned into a submissive slave, lily.

Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story involves a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn’t your preferred genre, you might want to skip this story. Also, all sex is F/f, so if you want M/F or M/f, this isn’t your story.

In this second part, Mistress Darla has a hard time finding a punishment to balance out the reward in lily’s slave training. Then Mistress Darla conducts a rather special kind of employee evaluation.

The story is in three parts. Each part stands more or less on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous parts.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

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Chapter Two of Three

The Mad Bitch, Maddy Birch, was now just slave lily. She was lying on her back, naked on the end of the bed in an isolated cabin at a campground owned by “Wilderness Experiences.” Her legs were bent at the knees with her feet on the floor, and she was waiting silently for her new Mistress’s next command.

Darla Lewis, her administrative assistant, was that new Mistress. She had discovered that Maddy wasn’t the sadistic monster most of her employees portrayed her to be. Instead, Maddy was actually a pain-slut who was too afraid to admit what she truly was. Darla had taken that choice away from her, and was now training her to be her willing slave.

Darla crawled up onto the bed on all fours. Her naked breasts hung down like large melons hanging from a vine. “Let’s see now,” she began. “I gave you pleasure by spanking your white ass. And LeRoy gave you pleasure with his tattoo needles.” She laughed as Maddy turned slightly red at the thought that she had been turned on by the pain of the needles.

“And you,” Darla continued, “gave LeRoy pleasure by letting him fuck you.” She paused and cocked her head to one side. “I think it’s time someone gave me a little pleasure don’t you? And since you’re the only one here besides me, lily, I guess that is going to be you.”

Darla then swung her leg over Maddy’s chest. “As a matter of fact,” she said with a chortle as she pressed her cunt tightly against Maddy’s mouth, “I think I deserve a lot of pleasure.”

It was almost twenty minutes later before Darla shuddered in orgasm as Maddy desperately licked and suckled at her cunt. It was another ten minutes before Darla finally gave a deep sigh and said, “I guess that is about enough for tonight.” She then rolled off of her new slave and stood up on the floor next to the bed.

“There is a bunch of wood out back, lily,” Darla said. “You go out the kitchen door and bring in enough to last the night while I get some food out of the freezer for you to cook for our supper.”

Maddy stood wearily to her feet and staggered as much as walked through the small kitchen and out onto a large concrete pad behind the cabin. On the other side of the pad was a large stack of firewood. She could only carry two or three pieces at a time and it took many trips before Darla finally said, “I think that’s enough for tonight. I’m going to take a shower while you get that fire going. Then, you wash the stink and dirt off your skinny white body and get into that kitchen and make us some supper.”

Fifteen minutes later, Maddy was standing, still naked, in the kitchen preparing a meal. As the food was finishing, Maddy set two plates on the table. “No, no, no,” Darla said emphatically, “you don’t eat with me. You serve me, and then, if there’s any left, you eat by yourself over at the counter while you clean up the dishes.”

Maddy sighed heavily and put the second plate back in the cupboard. She served Darla her supper and stood at the counter while Darla ate. At one point, Darla lifted her partially empty coffee cup into the air and coughed slightly. Maddy denizli escort immediately hurried over and refilled the cup from the pot which was sitting on the warmer of the coffee maker.

When Darla was finished, she called Maddy over to the table. “You did very well, lily,” she said. “So I am going to give you a reward. You have three minutes to masturbate yourself to climax.”

Maddy’s eyes opened wide and she sputtered, “What?”

“If you don’t want to,” Darla said, “that’s up to you, but remember, you can only cum when I tell you to. And you now have only two minutes and thirty seconds to rub yourself into release.”

Maddy dropped to the floor on her back and began rubbing her slit with one hand and her breasts with the other. She was almost there when Darla shouted, “Time’s up!”

Maddy lay whimpering on her back on the floor. “OK,” Darla said, “I will give you another minute to finish up, but next time I give you permission to masturbate, you had better drop to the floor and get busy or I won’t let you cum for a month. You got that?”

Maddy had already returned to her frantic self-ministrations as Darla was speaking and her answer of “Yes, Mistress Darla,” was screamed out in a loud, long, orgasmic moan.

Darla stood over Maddy as she lay on the floor panting in recovery. “It’s getting late,” she said. “There are three places, lily, where a slave like you might sleep. If I am displeased with you, you will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. If I am pleased with you, I will let you sleep in your own bed. And if I need you to take care of my needs, I will have you sleep with me. You got that?”

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy dutifully replied.

“I’m pleased with you tonight, but we have a big day tomorrow, so I need to just sleep. You eat your supper and clean up this kitchen right. Then we are going to bed. I’m sleeping in the big bed. You get the smaller one over in the corner.”

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy again replied.

Later, after she had eaten and the kitchen had been cleaned up, Maddy walked out into the now darkened main room of the cabin. “Before you go to bed,” Darla said, “you put another log or two on the fire. And you make sure that fire doesn’t go out overnight. If I get cold, your ass is going to get very warm.”

“Yes, Mistress Darla.”

Twenty minutes later, both were sound asleep-Darla under two blankets and a warm quilt, Maddy under just a thin sheet.

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At first, Maddy had been upset that Darla had taken her blanket, but she soon realized why as she woke up cold and shivering. It had only been a little over an hour, but the fire was not much more than embers and flickers. Suddenly wide awake, she jumped from her bed and began adding wood to the fire. After several minutes, the fire was once again blazing and the room was again becoming warm and toasty.

As she crawled back under her thin sheet, Darla’s voice came out of the darkness, “You let that fire get down too low,” she growled. “If I get cold like that again, I’m going to warm myself up by birching your ass.”

Maddy’s gasp of intaken breath was immediately followed by a long low moan.

“Shit, lily,” Darla said with a laugh, “that ain’t a threat for you, is it? You would actually like that.” She snorted another short laugh and said, “But I do hate being cold.”

She sat up in her bed, “I’ll tell you what, my lily-white pain-slut, if you make sure that our fire never gets low again tonight, I will string you up naked in the woods tomorrow, and use a birch whisk on your ass until you cum from the pain.”

Darla paused for several moments while she watched Maddy panting softly as she also sat up in her bed. “Do you want me to do that, lily?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy replied softly.

“Then you make sure that fire stays bright and warm all night,” Darla replied, “and I will do that. But if you don’t, I will find something that hurts like hell that you don’t like.”

Maddy was sleeping on the floor next to the fireplace when Darla woke Saturday morning. The fire was still burning brightly and the cabin was more than sufficiently warm. Being so close to the heat of the fire, Maddy’s skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat.

“Rise and shine, my lily-white pain-slut,” Darla called out, and Maddy jumped to her feet.

“I kept it burning all night,” she stammered out. “I even went out and got more wood. I tried sleeping without the sheet, but the fire still died down too much before it woke me.

“So I moved over here next to the fire,” she babbled out, “and with my body all sweaty, as soon as the fire dies down, I start to feel the cold.”

She looked up at Darla like a puppy waiting for a treat and said hopefully, “I did everything you said I had to do.”

“Girl,” Darla responded, “you are one screwed-up white lady. You must have one hell of a lot of sexual fantasies bottled up inside you just begging to get out.”

She laughed slightly and continued, “OK, I’ll birch your white diyarbakır escort ass like I promised, but first things first. You get some breakfast for both of us. Then, after you’ve got the kitchen all cleaned back up, we will go for a walk in the woods.”

Maddy threw two more logs on the fire and scurried into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. By the time Darla had finished her morning routine, coffee, eggs, and sausage were awaiting her on the table.

As Darla sat down at the table, she said, “lily, you go clean yourself up.” As Maddy started toward the bathroom, Darla added, “Take those razors and shaving cream with you. Make sure that you are smoother than a baby’s ass by the time you get back here.”

About fifteen minutes later, Maddy returned to the kitchen. She started to get her breakfast off the stove, but Darla called her over and ordered her to present herself. Maddy stood in front of her Mistress with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her head.

Darla reached out, ran her hand over Maddy’s sex, then slid her fingers all the way back between her legs and up between her asscheeks. She pressed on Maddy’s rosebud with her index finger and Maddy’s legs trembled slightly while a moan escaped her mouth.

“You’re dripping wet,” Darla said derisively. “Are you always like this?”

She laughed and asked, “What did you do, wear a pad or tampon all of the time?”

“Not every day,” Maddy replied. “Only when I was playing out my fantasies in my mind.”

“Which was probably every day,” Darla said derisively. She then held up her hand and ordered, “Clean my fingers!”

Maddy hesitated slightly, but then leaned forward and sucked the digits into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue slowly over Darla’s fingers until all taste of herself was gone, then opened her mouth and let Darla remove her hand.

“You may eat now,” Darla said firmly, and Maddy slid her eggs and sausage out of the pan and onto her plate. She stood at the counter watching Darla as she ate quickly, before hurrying to clean up the kitchen.

When Maddy was finished in the kitchen, Darla said, “I have something for you,” and walked over to retrieve something from her large duffle bag. It was a bright red dog collar.

“I was going to use the black one,” she said, “but I think red suits a slut like you better than black.”

Maddy’s face reddened slightly, but she raised her chin so that Darla could attach the wide strip of leather around her neck. Darla then reached into her duffle and brought out a ten-foot chain dog leash. She clipped it to the front of the collar and said, “Pick up the duffle.”

Once Maddy was holding the duffle bag, Darla tugged slightly on the leash and said, “Time for our walk.”

The morning air caused Maddy’s nipples to immediately stiffen and the path was cool against her bare feet. A short distance from the cabin, the asphalt path gave way to a dirt trail. Luckily, there was a carpet of fallen pine needles covering most of the trail, so it was still comfortable on her feet.

“We have to get out of the pine trees,” Darla said in a cheerful voice. “There is a stand of birch just over the next rise.”

At the top of the hill was a small clearing. On the other side of the clearing, the thin, white trunks of a multitude of birch trees reflected the morning sun. At the edge of the clearing, Darla ordered, “Set down the bag and walk into the trees and bring back two dozen birch branches. They have to be the end of the branch, at least two feet long and about as big around as your little finger on the thick end. You got that?”

“Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy replied.

She had to step carefully among the birch trees. Unlike the forested area around the cabin, this area was not covered with pine needles and there were many small plants and young birch trees growing from the ground.

Breaking a small branch from a birch tree was not as easy as Maddy thought it would be and it took several minutes of tugging and twisting to removed each branch. She broke apart several of them in her struggles to remove them and ended up having to pull off almost three dozen branches to have two dozen good ones.

When Maddy brought the bundle of branches back to Darla, her Mistress handed her a small knife and said, “Cut off all the small twigs and peal the bark off the branch. And make sure that you cut as close to the branch as possible. I don’t want any spikes cutting up your ass- at least not this time. If I want to cut your ass, I will use a single switch and leave the stubs on it.”

It was nearly an hour later before Maddy had completed her task to Darla’s satisfaction. Darla then chose the eighteen best switches and used coarse twine to bind them tightly together at the thick end creating what looked like a small, very stiff brush or broom. “A whisk doesn’t hurt nearly as much as a single switch,” Darla explained, “and it is much less likely to break the skin. But I don’t want you overly marked up this week. Besides, this is supposed to be a reward, antalya escort not a punishment.”

Darla then reached once again into her large duffle bag and brought out several lengths of rope. She directed Maddy over to the edge of the clearing and had her stand between two of the large birches that were about six feet apart. Darla then used a forked stick she picked up off the ground to hold the rope slightly above her head as she tightened it around one the trees. She did the same at the other tree with another piece of rope. Another piece of rope was tied to the base of each tree.

“Looks like we are ready for you,” Darla said as she wrapped restraint cuffs around Maddy’s wrists and ankles. She then tied the cuffs to the ropes with some sort of a slip knot. She pulled each of the ropes taut with a heavy grunt and Maddy was stretched tightly between the trees.

“You don’t have to count these,” Darla said. “I’m just going to keep whipping until you cum or beg me to stop.”

With that she began swinging the whisk against Maddy’s ass and thighs. Maddy yelped slightly on the first strike, but followed that with an intake of breath that sounded more like a moan. She continued to yelp and moan as blow after blow slowly turned the flesh of her ass a very bright red.

Soon she was no longer yelping, but moaning and crying out in passion with each strike. Her legs, and then her whole body, began quiver and tremble as a tremendous orgasm slowly built within her. She was now crying out “Uh, uh, uh,” with each blow and thrusting herself back almost as if she were fucking the whip as it smashed against her ass.

Finally, with a scream that probably echoed for miles, she yelled out her release. For several moments she danced and thrashed in her bonds, and then hung panting and moaning, repeating softly, “Thank you, Mistress Darla. Thank you, Mistress Darla. Thank you, Mistress Darla.”

“Time for a little pain to show you who’s boss,” Darla said. This time she didn’t reach into her bag, but instead her pocket. She held up a rather thick rubber band in front of Maddy’s face. “Now, you wouldn’t think that this could be very painful,” she said, “but in the right hands, and on the right place, it will really get your attention.”

Darla then pulled the rubber band taut between two of her fingers and pulled one portion of the band back with her other hand. She set her fingers on either side of Maddy’s left nipple and let go.

There was a loud “Snap!” followed by a much louder scream. Darla laughed, but then Maddy once again gave a deep moan as she inhaled.

Darla looked at her in puzzlement and then repeated her actions on the right breast. Again there was a loud “Snap!” followed by a scream- this time not quite so loud. But the moan that followed the scream was deeper and clearer.

Darla repeated her actions several times. Each time it was “Snap!” scream, moan. After a dozen or so repetitions, Maddy’s legs once again began to quiver and tremble. Eight snaps later, Maddy once again yelled out in orgasm.

“Damn,” said Darla with a low laugh.”This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. I thought I could break you into being my perfectly submissive slut-slave by a combination of pleasure…” She rubbed Maddy’s clit and Maddy gave a deep moan. “… and pain,” She once again snapped the rubber band on Maddy’s nipple. Maddy gasped loudly, but then again gave a deep moan. “But you are so into pain, that I don’t seem to have a punishment to balance out the reward.”

Darla reached into the duffle that was lying on the ground next to the trees from which Maddy hung. “Then again,” Darla said, “I hadn’t even thought about having to use this.” She laughed, “I only brought it along because it is always in my goodie bag.”

Darla held up her hand to display what looked like an oversized candle lighter with a large plastic horseshoe on the end of the long barrel. “The insides of this started out as a stun gun,” she explained. “But a friend of mine modified it for slightly different use.”

She held the handle sideways so Maddy could see two small dials in the side, “You see these two knobs, lily?” She said. “This first one,” Darla turned the small knob with her finger. “is the setting. This second one,” Darla also turned that knob, “is the multiplier.

“If I put the multiplier on 1 and the setting on 0.5, I have one-half. If I turn the multiplier to 10, I have 5.” She turned the setting dial to maximum. “With the setting on 1 and the multiplier on 10, I have 10.

“Now, if I have the setting on 1 and turn the multiplier to 100, I have 100… And if I turn the multiplier to 1000, I have 1000.” She laughed a deep and disturbing laugh, then said, “You really don’t want to know what happens if I turn the setting to 10,000.”

She suddenly put the prongs of the horseshoe against Maddy’s breast and pulled the trigger. “Aiiiiieeeeee,” screamed Maddy. “No!” she screamed. “Please, no! Please don’t!”

Darla laughed again, “I think I have found the punishment to balance out the reward. If you do what you are supposed to do, you get reward.” Darla again rubbed Maddy’s clit and then gave her a quick snap of the whisk. “But if you don’t obey me exactly and immediately…” She turned both the setting and the multiplier dials to maximum and pulled the trigger. Sparks arced from prong to prong on the horseshoe that was right in front of Maddy’s face.

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This story will make more sense if you read the previous instalments. All of the characters are 18 or over–the school is a college preparatory institution that only accepts students who are age 18 or over.

Much to her pleasure, things had finally settled down at school for Janet Saunders. The thirtyish English teacher had endured a disastrous introduction to what she had hoped would be an exciting career teaching at this experimental school where corporal punishment was utilized. Janet had not realized at the start that she would be on the receiving end and subjected to several highly humiliating punishments.

But by the second term, all this had passed. Janet, in fact, had managed to become well-liked by both her students and fellow teachers for her calm demeanor and nice sense of humor. She was a bit put off, however, when she learned that one of the school’s Prefects, senior Dorine Kaufman, was now assigned to her senior English class.

Dorine had been permitted by both the Principal, Irene Crawford, and a Duty Mistress, Latin teacher Valerie Warren, to participate in the early humiliating disciplinary sessions where Janet had found herself the recipient. Dorine realized she had better mend her fences so she stopped at the teacher’s desk and smiling, told Janet how pleased she was to be taking her class this term.

Janet responded nonchalantly that she hoped Dorine would gain from the class. Dorine, of course, had not wanted to take the class. She had pleaded with her friend, Valerie Warren, the Latin teacher, to get her excused from the one-term English requirement the petite senior had neglected to fulfill, but Janet’s was the only class that Dorine could now take to satisfy the requirement and Dorine was not pleased that this could stand between her and her graduation.

As the term began, Dorine took special care not to give Janet any reason to subject the dark-haired senior to corporal discipline. She drafted the required essays well ahead of time and managed to contribute in class in a dignified and, Janet thought, rather erudite manner.

After having the class reading 19th century novels, Janet began class one day with a pop quiz. This was not her normal approach but she wanted to be sure she had not been letting up on this senior English class. The questions were not difficult if the students had done the required reading but virtually impossible if they had not.

Dorine had done her reading and breezed through the quiz. But her boyfriend, Nick, who was lacrosse captain, had not been paying as close attention and he sat next to Dorine in class. Nick looked over to Dorine for some help. He held up three fingers and trying to be very discreet, Dorine showed two fingers in response, presumably indicating that the answer was B.

Janet had her eye on Dorine even though the senior Prefect had not been in any trouble in the class. She realized immediately that Dorine was helping her boyfriend and without missing a beat, suddenly announced: “Miss Kaufman, Mr Alcott, please step up here right now.”

Dorine cringed and realized she was in for it. Nick walked up first and tried to brazen it out. Miss Saunders stared at him unbelievingly and said, “Do I have to drag this out of both of you? I saw what was going on over there.” Janet Saunders stared deeply into Dorine’s eyes and Dorine knew now she was caught.

She could only hope for the best. “I’m sorry, Miss Saunders,” she said, trying not to lose her composure. “I was only trying to help him but I know I shouldn’t have done it.” Nick was disappointed in his girlfriend’s willingness to confess but responded similarly and tried to shift the onus onto him.

Janet kept her strict demeanor and said, “I am referring you both to the Duty Mistress. You will report after school. You both should consider yourself lucky that I am doing that instead of failing you on the quiz and in conduct for the term.”

As they stood there while the class gazed on them, aware that the two were in deep trouble, Janet quietly wrote out the two pink disciplinary slips and carefully sealed them in envelopes with the large black letters “DUTY MISTRESS” printed on them. She entered the date and deposited them in the pneumatic tube that would quickly transport them to the school office.

Dorine realized immediately that they were incredibly lucky. She knew that as a Prefect she would receive a very severe caning from the Duty Mistress but it was far better than having her grades lowered or the failing grade in conduct. This punishment also would not be reported to her parents.

***

Janet decided to take some special pains to make sure that this punishment did not cause problems for her. She knew that Dorine would soon find out that today’s Duty Mistress was none other than Janet herself. This was because Dorine was a close friend of the Latin teacher, Virginia Warren, who had been the Duty Mistress who had disciplined Janet back when the English teacher first joined the faculty. Janet was still quite wary of the imperious Virginia, mersin escort who seemed more full of herself than even Principal Irene Crawford.

Janet knew that there was no rule against a teacher serving as Duty Mistress when one of the pupils on the punishment list was from her own class. The school held that teachers could be relied on to impose punishment fairly if severely; in fact, the Duty Mistress after-school system had been originated to avoid disrupting each class with discipline.

When Janet went to the Duty Mistress’s room after school, however, she gazed at that day’s list, saw Dorine’s name, but not Dorine. “Oh, Miss Saunders,” the Prefect for the day, Elaine Dowson, said to her, “Dorine went home sick and asked me to request that you postpone her discipline.” Elaine blushed at the very idea that a Prefect required disciplining.

“Is Mr. Alcott here?” Janet said, loudly. A very contrite Nick rose and walked to the front where Janet was discussing the duty roster with Elaine.

Janet thought for a moment and said, “Today is Wednesday. If Miss Kaufman is not back in school this week, we will postpone this further. Mr. Alcott, you will be punished with Miss Kaufman. I will tentatively schedule a special session on Friday, one-half hour after the usual Duty Mistress session and you two are scheduled for then. You may go now.”

Nick blushed and quietly left. Janet turned to Elaine and said, “I’m sorry that I will have to ask you to stay on Friday afternoon, Elaine, but I will need a Prefect to assist me. I assume you will be able to serve then.” Prefects were always expected to accommodate their schedules to the needs of the Duty Mistress.

Elaine nodded her assent. She was only a junior and being able to serve as Duty Prefect when a senior Prefect was being punished was an extraordinary event for her. She liked Dorine but did think that the senior was a bit full of herself. She wondered what Dorine and Nick had been caught doing that resulted in their being sent to the Duty Mistress.

When Nick stopped off to tell Dorine the bad news—that her feigned sickness had not allowed her to escape from Janet Saunders’ serving as Duty Mistress—the senior Prefect first cried and then muttered, “She’s not going to get away with this.” She picked up her telephone.

***

Virginia Warren was surprised to receive the call from Dorine. She liked the girl and there was even more to their relationship that featured evenings spent at Virginia’s plush apartment. After hearing the girl plead for assistance, she said, “Dorine, I doubt that I can do anything. Normally I could get you re-assigned but Miss Crawford would not tolerate my doing that for you, especially when Janet Saunders is the referring and Duty Mistress. But I will speak to her on your behalf for whatever help it may be. I hope it doesn’t get you extras.”

After hanging up, Virginia allowed herself a chuckle. She sensed that Janet knew she had Dorine right where she wanted her and it made little sense to ask her colleague for a favor that was highly unlikely to be granted, especially in view of the past history between the two of them.

She decided against using her cell phone but arrived early at school the following day. She ventured into the women teachers’ room and found Janet there with the obligatory cup of coffee in her hand. She filled her own cup and walked over. The two had rarely exchanged more than pleasantries.

“I did want to mention something to you, Janet,” she began. “I know you have reason not to have any special liking for me but I would hope you wouldn’t take that out on Dorine. You might want to re-assign the discipline, not to me, but to someone without any history here.”

Janet tried to be friendly despite her long-held dislike for the Latin teacher. “I guess, Virginia, that I’m treating it like any other situation,” she said calmly. “It so happened that I was the assigned Duty Mistress. And when a pupil on the list goes home ill, it is usual practice for the Duty Mistress to retain the matter as a special. I’m sure you know that all too well.”

Virginia smiled in return and said, “You are correct, of course, Janet, and I only spoke because I didn’t want to see the past play a part in what happens here.”

“I have no intention of allowing it to do so,” Janet said, a bit more firmly. “In fact, as you know, cheating in class is an offense that is punishable by far more serious discipline than referral to the Duty Mistress. We don’t tolerate cheaters and I could have failed both of them right then.”

Virginia knew when to back off and she smiled and said, “I only wanted to make sure you considered everything. It’s really none of my business.” And with that, she walked away.

***

Janet decided she had better cover her bases. She stopped in at the end of the day and spoke briefly to the Principal, Irene Crawford. Irene was regarded as fair even though Janet thought the diminutive principal had taken special pleasure in disciplining kocaeli escort Janet in very ignominious fashion when the English teacher first arrived at the school and had not known all the ins and outs.

Irene was cordial and when Janet explained the situation, Irene’s face grew stern and she said to Janet, “You should proceed exactly as you have. I don’t want any kind of favoritism to play any role in our disciplinary process. I will also speak to Virginia because she should not have tried to intervene. You should know that I do like Dorine but she misbehaved and must pay the price.”

Janet thanked her and moved on. She saw that Dorine had returned to school and even came to Janet’s English class, which proceeded uneventfully. Friday passed without further incident and soon it was 4:30 P.M., the set time for Janet’s special session.

She proceeded to the Duty Mistress’s room and found Virginia Warren there, finishing up a session with four girls and two boys being disciplined. This school of course dealt with older students because 18 was the lowest entry age and pupils were aiming to apply for advanced standing at university.

Virginia had finished her duties, smiled at Janet, and said, “I hope you didn’t take my comment the other day the wrong way, Janet.”

Janet responded coolly that she hadn’t and she hoped to dispose of this matter shortly.

With that, the Latin teacher and the two Prefects aiding her left the room and soon there was a knock on the door and Elaine Dowson entered.

She nodded to Janet, went into the rear room, where punishment was administered, and checked on the equipment and supplies. Returning to Janet, she said, “Miss Saunders, all the equipment is ready and there are nettles and gloves in the drawer as well as ginger sticks.”

Elaine was somewhat surprised at the content of the disciplinary slip Janet had submitted. The Prefect was responsible for preparation for the punishment and she had never seen a session during which nettles or ginger figs had been employed. Elaine knew that these added punishments were sometimes given but she had never had the experience of serving a Duty Mistress who had used them. Elaine was accustomed to seeing canes and paddles aplenty coming down on feminine backsides.

“Oh well,” she thought, “seeing a senior Prefect and her boyfriend disciplined will be quite an event.”

* **

At the appointed time, the door opened and Dorine and Nick walked in. Both were nonchalant but Janet and Elaine could both see that they were subdued to the nth degree.

Janet read from the disciplinary slips, which would be entered in the Punishment Book kept in the Duty Mistress’s chamber. “Dorine Kaufman. Caught cheating. Referred to Duty Mistress. Caning at discretion. Recommend nettles. Signed, Miss Saunders.” Dorine blanched when she heard that nettles were to be imposed. She bit her lip but started to weep quietly.

“Nicholas Alcott. Caught cheating. Referred to Duty Mistress. Caning at discretion. Recommend figging. Signed, Miss Saunders.” Nick also turned a bit pale as he knew what figging meant but had never experienced that particular embellishment of the disciplinary process.

“The Duty Prefect will escort the pupils to the punishment site,” Janet stated, “and they will be strapped onto adjoining platforms.”

With that, Elaine motioned to the two seniors to follow her. She pointed to the two low platforms where Dorine and Nick each got down on all fours as Elaine attached ankle and wrist straps that bound them to the platform. This was also something different for Elaine; she had been accustomed to having the pupil being punished merely bend over the horse or the punishment table in the main anteroom.

Janet followed her into the punishment chamber. “The Duty Prefect will prepare the pupils for discipline,” she said plainly.

Elaine proceeded now to carefully raise Dorine’s skirt well above her waist, exposing white sheer panties. She pinned the skirt up and slid the panties down to Dorine’s knees, as the straps holding her legs apart did not permit them to fall lower. Elaine almost gasped as she realized she could see Dorine’s dark pubic hair through her open legs and her pooched pudendum exposed from the rear along with her pretty little anal rosette.

Janet, too, was impressed with Dorine’s commodious bottom. She wished she had the freedom to pay even closer attention to Dorine’s partially-hidden charms between the girl’s legs. But then, Janet took solace in knowing that the nettles would do her work for her between Dorine’s pretty legs.

Then the Prefect turned to Nick, reached under to undo his belt and unhook his trousers which she pulled down below his knees, followed by his white jockey shorts. She chuckled as she noticed a slight skidmark in the boy’s otherwise clean jockey shorts.

‘The pupils are prepared,” Elaine said quietly to Janet. Janet then surprised everyone by altering the pattern.

“Please proceed to fig samsun escort both pupils,” Janet ordered. This meant Dorine would also be figged as well as Nick—even though Janet had only stated on the punishment slip that Nick would be figged—and meant they both might be punished with nettles as well, a thought Janet hoped to engender in both of them.

Elaine took the ginger sticks from the compartment, placed a bit of lube on each and then proceeded to insert each in the anus of Dorine and then Nick. Both flinched, more at the shame of having their most private opening invaded than by the insertion. The pain would come as the ginger secreted its juice which would inflame the inner tissues of the anal area. Elaine was amazed at how powerful she felt being deputized to make these insertions in the seniors’ most private openings. She felt a sprinkling of excitement in her own panties.

She almost blushed as she poked the stick slowly to open the anal rosette of each of them. Dorine’s was cute and girly and Nick’s had more hair around it, and given that boys were far less careful about their hygiene, she thought she saw some flecks of fecal matter on the hair near his anal opening.

Janet then retrieved her favorite thin cane from the rack containing a fearsome range of such implements. She made it whistle in the air as she tested her reach. Then she lay it on Dorine’s alabaster bottom cheeks, drew it back, and applied three quick strokes directly across the middle of her buttocks. The strokes were effective even though it seemed Janet had merely flicked the little cane. Dorine let loose with a scream that Elaine knew was normal with the cane.

Janet now moved over to Nick and gave him three of the same. He also screeched in the soundproof punishment chamber. Janet returned to stand next to Dorine and applied three more crisp strokes to the girl’s lower bottom, near the crease with her thighs. She let out a piercing shriek. When Janet gave Nick three more in that same tender region, he also screamed.

While Janet knew she would not get into trouble even if she gave each of them another six, she decided to stop at six. She directed Elaine to remove the ginger figs, which occasioned both a response but relief in both pupils. Then she said to Elaine, “Please place the nettles in Dorine’s underpants.”

Elaine went to the compartment, put on the plastic gloves, withdrew a bunch of nettles, and walked behind Dorine, where she placed the bunch neatly in the crotch of the girl’s panties, and then pulled them up tight on Dorine. Janet indicated to Elaine that she could pull up Nick’s jockey shorts without any nettles being inserted.

“Please unstrap them, Prefect,” Janet finally ordered Elaine. The Prefect followed the order and Janet motioned to the two of them to stand. They did and the discomfort Dorine was already feeling was evident from the frown on her face caused by the nettles rubbing her most tender places between her legs.

“I hope you both understand that you have been given a comparatively light punishment for the offense of cheating in class,” Janet said. “As you know, all offenses are included on your permanent record but will be removed if you do not earn any further punishment for the next six months.”

Turning to Dorine, she added, “Your punishment includes wearing nettles until tomorrow. You will report to me here before classes for inspection and removal. Until then, you are not to remove the nettles. You are both dismissed.”

Dorine realized finally that this was Janet’s not-so-subtle way of getting back at her for the events some months ago when Janet was disciplined in her first week as a teacher, with Dorine allowed to witness and even impose some of the punishment. The nettles were already stinging her in the most sensitive places but she understood that she had to keep her demeanor to emerge without lasting scars from this encounter.

“Thank you, Miss, for disciplining me,” she said to Janet. Realizing that his girlfriend understood how to behave here, Nick, somewhat unaccustomed to being punished or being present for it as Dorine was as a Prefect, followed her example. Then, both calmly walked out of the chamber.

***

Elaine was somewhat non-plussed at the entire experience. She was a junior Prefect and had not served as Prefect for a special session before. She decided to tell Janet what she felt.

“Miss Saunders,” Elaine asked, “may I mention something to you?”

“Of course, Elaine,” Janet smiled after the two being punished had departed.

“Miss, I think you let them off rather lightly for a cheating offense, which we prefects are told is one of the most serious at school,” Elaine said, “but on the other hand, having Dorine wear the nettles in her panties was quite severe. I’m not questioning you at all, and it is not at all my place to do anything like that, but did you have a reason for that?”

Janet almost responded coolly but recalled that Elaine had never been a problem for her.

“No, Elaine,” she said, “I believe that after the expectations they probably had, it was generous not to impose the most severe punishment regarding caning. However, as a senior Prefect, I felt Dorine deserved something quite well targeted to focus her thinking on how she had let down herself and the other Prefects. I believed that the nettles will accomplish that.”

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