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Wednesday morning. I woke up to see the summer sun shining in through my bedroom window. Bright and early. Well, not exactly. It was 10 a.m., and I was enjoying the laziness of summer break between my sophomore and junior years of college. I was back at home living with my mother and stepfather for the summer, sleeping in as they were off at work. The only noise in the house was the hum of the central air conditioner. Seemed I had the house to myself.

I got up and showered to ready myself for another day of relaxation. As I got out of the shower and toweled myself dry, I glanced out the bathroom window overlooking the back deck and saw that I was not alone. My stepsister, Christine, was walking through the back yard, onto the deck. She was staying with us for a couple of weeks until she could move into her new apartment. She was wearing running shorts, a white t-shirt, sunglasses, and a baseball-style cap. Seemed she was coming back from a jog.

At twenty seven, she was seven years older than me. She had just retired from playing for a WNBA team, but she wasn’t the stereotypical female pro-basketball player. Christine was tall for a woman, a shade taller than me. She was very attractive with long black hair and beautiful green eyes. Her body was fit from years of playing sports, but still very feminine at the same time.

I watched as she walked across the deck to the door leading into the house. The sounds of the door opening and Christine’s footsteps across the rooms downstairs carried up to my perch by the window in the bathroom. Soon she reappeared on the deck with a bottle of suntan lotion, a beach towel, and a book. She was now barefoot, but still wore her running shorts and t-shirt. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. I watched intently as she evenly spread the towel out on the chaise lounge chair.

To my surprise, she slid her thumbs under the elastic waistband and pulled her shorts down her fit thighs. She bent down to slide the shorts down past her knees and step out of them, tossing them aside. She wore no panties underneath the shorts, only the liner of the running shorts and I could see the well-trimmed triangle of her black pubic hair. She removed her sunglasses and grasped the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it up over her head and dropped it onto her empty running shorts. She did the same with her sports bra, revealing her perky breasts and pink nipples.

I felt like Judge Reinhold from that famous scene in Fast Times at Ridgemont High when he fantasized that Phoebe Cates took off her top as she got out of the swimming pool. But, instead of it being a fantasy, Christine was really nude. I gasped audibly when she stretched and arched her back to pull the bra over her head and bare her beautiful breasts. I could feel myself becoming aroused watching my stepsister from the bathroom window.

Christine picked up the bottle of suntan lotion and began spreading it over her fit body. She started at her ankles and spread the lotion up her shapely legs, working her way up her tone belly to her round breasts. I was starting to breathe hard as she spread the oily lotion over gaziantep escort bayan her breasts. They bounced up and down as she rubbed them with the palms of her hands. Her entire body glistened in the morning sun from the lotion.

My penis was completely hard from watching her. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my hard cock, gently squeezing it. The gentle pressure felt good. I let go to lick my palm, then returned my saliva slickened hand to my throbbing penis. I rubbed up and down my hard shaft, circling around my swollen mushroom head as I stood at the window, staring at my naked stepsister. Gently, I squeezed the hard shaft, causing a clear droplet of precum to ooze from the tip.

Christine had no idea of the pleasure she was giving, let alone that she was being watched. As I continued to stare at her, I rubbed up and down. My weeping hole was making my swollen cock very slippery. My breathing was ragged and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I could feel myself tingling and my orgasm was building.

I stroked faster with twisting strokes up and down my slick shaft. Clear fluid was flowing from the eye of my cock. I gently squeezed my rigid shaft to milk out more precum, making it even slicker. My hips were rocking back and forth with frenzied lust as I stroked. I placed one hand on the sink to steady myself as my body shuddered when the first white stream leapt from my spasming cock. My hips pushed forward as I shot stream after stream of cum onto the tiled bathroom floor. I sat down, looking at the small white puddles my lust had left on the multi-colored floor tiles. Looking down, I watched as my cock slowly shrank back to flaccidity.

I quickly cleaned up all evidence of my moment of gratification and went to my bedroom. I put on a pair of lined jogging shorts and my longest t-shirt to cover my bulge it I got hard again. Even though I had just cum, I wasn’t totally satisfied. I wanted to see Christine on the deck.

I was nervous walking down the stairs. Butterflies were whirling around my insides. I could feel my pulse picking up as I reached the door to the deck. I put my hand on the doorknob and paused. Silently I thought, “Here goes nothing.” My heart was pounding as I turned the knob and opened the door, breaking the seal to the outside.

Christine had rolled over and was laying flat on her stomach. My naked stepsister jumped and had a look of utter surprise when she realized she was not alone. He face was becoming pinker as the blood rushed to her cheeks from embarrassment.

“Looking good, step-sis.” I said with a grin. Mind if I join you out here for a little bit?”

“Uh, uh, what are you doing here Gregory? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” She stammered.

“No, I’ve only been working some fill in time at the video store. I didn’t have a full-time job to come back to this summer.”

My parent’s house was in a fairly rural neighborhood. All of the houses were built on four and five acre lots. Though it wasn’t completely private, the distance between houses and the fact that it was mid-morning on a weekday provided ample privacy. The sound of an occasional car passing by reminded you that you were not completely private. I grabbed another chaise lounge chair and pulled it next to Christine. My eyes played over every inch of her naked back, defined legs, and shapely ass. And she knew I was looking as she tried to hide her embarrassment.

“So you just want to hang out here on the deck?” She asked.

“Sure. Don’t worry; I’m not bothered that you wanted to catch a little sun without the tan lines.”

“I’m sure you’re not!” She nervously shot back.

“So, how’s your job and apartment coming along?” I asked, trying to put her at ease.

“The apartment will be fine once the current landlord finishes repairs from the previous tenant. Nothing major, just some minor sprucing up. Though, I’ll admit I’m a bit nervous about the job. It’s a change, but I was ready to retire from basketball. It was fun, but you can’t get rich at it like the men’s game.”

We continued chatting, catching up and talking about our future plans and current events. Christine was feeling more at ease as we talked. I was enjoying the conversation, but I couldn’t help but think that she was so pretty, and laying in front of me without a thread of clothing. I decided to get a little daring.

“Your back looks like the lotion isn’t covering it very well. Do you want me to spread some on your back so you don’t get burned?”

Christine looked at me for a second, “Ok,” she said carefully.

I picked up the bottle and poured a generous amount of lotion into the palm of my hand. Sitting on the side of the chaise lounge next to Christine, I began to spread the lotion over her smooth skin with the palms of my hands. Rubbing up and down her bare back.

“Your shoulders feel a little tense. Relax, Chris.” I said.

Using my thumbs, I firmly kneaded the muscles in her neck and shoulders. It felt good to touch her smooth, warm body. Her body relaxed the more I massaged her neck and back. Judging from her breathing, Christine was enjoying this too.

“Mmmmmmm, Greg that feels good. I think I’m glad you showed up.”

Smiling, I continued to rub her shoulders next to her neck. I slowly brought my lips to the back of her bare neck and gently kissed her.

“Oh God,” she gasped at a whisper.

“Roll over” I whispered.

Christine twisted her body so she was looking at me. Slowly, nervously, I pressed my lips to hers. She hesitantly pecked my lips with a small kiss. But I continued to gently peck her lips. Her mouth opened and our tongues met. Hesitantly at first, but the intensity grew. We were both breathing hard as we kissed, deeply.

Christine rolled over and was sitting up on the lounge chair. Her pink nipples were erect ahs they pressed against my body. I reached down and gently massaged her soft breast, circling her hard nipple with my index finger.

“Fuck yea, Greg.” She moaned.

Slowly I kissed my way down her neck brushing my lips over the hard nub at the end of her firm breast. I circled her swelling nipple with my tongue. Flicking it. Sucking it.

I sat back and looked at Christine for a moment. She was gorgeous. I pulled my shirt up over my head, dropping it aside on the deck. I stood up to pull down my jogging shorts. As the waistband slid down my hips it pulled my erection down with it, causing it to bounce back up like a diving board as I slid them down my legs to kick them off.

Christine sat up to watch me undress as she smiled seductively. A smile I had never seen before from her, but had fantasized about. She laid back to open her tan thighs for me, exposing the pleasure I was about to savor.

I knelt at the foot of the lounge chair, moving my face to the pleasure she had opened for me. Her lips were a dark pink, topped by a triangle of trimmed black fur. Her body shuddered as my tongue traced her moistening lips. As I eagerly tongued her hard clit, her lust dripped from her soft opening. She was panting and moaning as I gently sucked and licked her swollen clitoris.

My cock was aching to slide into her hot, wet slit. And from the way Christine was writhing on the chair, I could tell she needed to be filled. I slid my body up and we were face to face. Hungrily we kissed each other. The shaft of my hard cock was resting against her soaking wet opening.

“Oh fuck yea Greg! Go inside.” She pleaded.

I reared my hips back so the swollen mushroom head of my dripping cock was positioned to enter her. We both shuddered as I slid deep inside her with one forceful thrust. We laid there for a second, staring into each others eyes. She was completely around me as I completely filled her. Beads of perspiration formed and began to trickle down her forehead. We kissed deeply and lustfully.

I raised my hips to begin fucking her. Christine’s calves were pressed against my ass, pushing me forward. In and out, I pumped her wet pussy. She was so wet and warm. The sensations her body gave me felt incredible.

We were both grunting with animal lust as I pistoned in and out. Her body shuddered each time I thrusted forward and her juices were dripping down my shaft and balls. Our sweaty bodies were grinding against each other in pure, carnal lust. Christine dug her nails into my back as she exclaimed, “You’re about to make me cum, Greg!”

Christine was fucking back against me with increased fervor. The slapping of our bodies and moans of pleasure were building to a crescendo that could only end in orgasm.

“Oh shit Greg, Ooooohhhh!”

Her pussy tightened around my thrusting penis as her body shook with orgasm. I pulled out and slid my juice slickened shaft against her throbbing clit. I gasped as the first rope of white semen erupted from my cock. Several more strands spurted from my hard cock, coating Christine’s thick black pubic patch.

We lay there, wrapped in each other’s embrace for a long time, basking in our afterglow of emotion and physical ecstasy. We drifted off to sleep that way. I awoke from my short cat-nap alone. Christine had gone inside to shower. The moment had been special, but we knew we had to keep it secret. Even though we were not blood relatives, we knew there was a certain taboo to what we had done. For our families’ sake, we could not be open lovers. But that didn’t mean we didn’t privately reminisce about that afternoon in the sun.

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The door to the waiting room opened and she called his name. Se stood and walked through the open door and she closed it behind him. They walked down the hall to the scale. She told him to step up on it. He did. She scribbled something on a pad and then told him to step down. He gave her a quick glance over as he did. He guessed her cup size to be a 34c. She handed him a gown.

“Room four is open. Put on the gown and I’ll be in shortly.”

He took the gown and walked into room four. After closing the door behind him, he began to undress. Once his clothes were in a pile on the floor, he slid on the gown. He sat down in a chair and waited. A few minutes later, she came in. She tossed the clipboard on the table and told him to stand up.

He looked at her closely. Her dark green eyes were piercing and carnal. The jet black hair that would have fallen to the middle of her back was tied behind her head. He tried not to think about taking her right there. You can’t hide a hard-on in a gown.

She put her hands on his neck and checked his glands. Then, the usual routine started. First she checked blood pressure, then his pulse and heartbeat. He gave the normal deep breaths when she asked. Between each test, she grabbed the clipboard and recorded the results.

Turning back to him, she was grinning.

“Guess what’s next?”

She stepped in front of him and slid a hand under the gown. She cupped his balls and told him to cough. She felt him getting plumped as she held them. She grinned again. She gave his balls a rub and squeeze and that was alls he needed. He was hard. Her hand brushed against it.

“Well what do we have here?” she said, laughing.

He turned away, embarrassed.

“I guess we’ll have to do the semen sample now!” she told him, with a big smile on her face.

He looked at her, still embarrassed. But he slowly manisa escort moved back closer to her. She pushed him into the chair and let down her hair. After shaking it back into order, she slid out of her uniform and stood before him in a skimpy purple bra and panties. He looked up and her, wide-eyed and mouth open. She grinned. Her bra was next to go and her tits were just as amazing as he imagined. Next thing her knew, her panties were in his lap. She was naked and standing in front of him. He looked her up and down again and again.

“Do you think you’ll be able to get off ok?” she asked with a smile.

He nodded and pulled the gown up past his hard cock. Just as his hand went to touch his stiff member, she stepped forward and yanked the gown all the way off.

“Much better,” she chuckled. “Now let’s get that sample!”

He started stroking his cock, looking her naked body up and down. She began playing with her tits, pushing them together and tweaking her nipples. Slowly and hand worked down her body. She spread her legs and slid the hand between them. Two fingers moved over her pussy. She was completely shaved and her clit was pierced. One finger slid inside her and a small sigh escaped her mouth.

He was stroking faster now, stunned at the show he was being given. He watched as a second finger slid inside her pussy. Her sigh became a moan and his strokes became stronger. She glanced down at him, watching him stroke himself. She smiled at him.

“Let me do my job now!” she said.

Kneeling in front of him, she took his cock from his hand and began to stroke it herself. Her hands felt so soft on his cock. She stroked him slowly, wrapping her small hand gently around him. He closed his eyes and let her work. After about thirty seconds of her hand, he felt a considerable change; a warm, wet feeling on mavişehir escort his dick. He opened his eyes and watched her give him an incredible blowjob. She had no trouble taking in his eight-inch cock. She used her tongue and lips to perfection. He managed to mumble something about getting the cup ready. She stopped sucking him and grinned.

“I can tell by the taste.”

She winked and continued giving him the best blowjob he ever had. After about thirty more seconds he began to unload in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of his hot cum. She licked his head then her own lips clean. With a big smile on her face she went to her clipboard and wrote down the results.

“You’re very healthy,” she informed him.

She went back to her clipboard and flipped through some pages. After about sixty seconds she looked back at him. His eyes were fixed on her. She smiled and glanced at his cock. It was limp. Time for the next sample.

“Now I need a urine sample. Stand up.”

He stood. She walked to him and rubbed his chest.

“I just need a mouthful. After that, you can finish wherever you want.”

She knelt and opened her mouth. He took his cock in hand and aimed for her mouth. The flow started and filled her mouth quickly. She took a big gulp and smiled. He continued to urinate on her, drenching her face and tits. Her face glowed with horniness. When he finished pissing, she was soaking wet.

“Wow, you must have been thirsty this morning!” she said happily. “But the test was a success. You are in very good shape.”

She looked him over, smiling.

“I need one more sample from you.”

When there eyes met, he knew what she meant. She was smiling from ear to ear. He was stunned. She lay down on the floor and opened her mouth.

“Get over here and squat!” she ordered. “The rules menderes escort are the same as before. I need one mouthful and the rest can go anywhere you want!”

He squatted over her mouth and started to push. He felt the first piece sliding out of his asshole. It broke free and fell into her mouth. He heard her swallow. Inching down her body he stopped over her tits and pushed again. Another chunk of his warm shit fell from his asshole. It landed between her tits. She giggled with glee and pressed her tits together. He inched down her body and squeezed on last piece of shit onto her stomach, covering her bellybutton. She giggled again and spread her legs. She reached up and rubbed his balls, ran her nails over them and giggled again.

“Are you hard yet?”

He turned around and revealed his once-again-hard cock to her. Her eyes lit up.

“Fuck me!” she demanded.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He got between her legs and slid his cock into her wet pussy. He used all eight inches at once. She let out a vocal moan and arched her back. He started fucking her harder. Thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, burying his entire length inside her. His thrusts slowed but stayed strong. His rhythm changed. He fucked her fast and hard then slow and easy. Her eyes rolled back in her head. He had her close to cumming. He kept fucking her, changing speed and strength until her body shuddered with orgasm. His cock kept pistoning away at her pussy through her orgasm until it twitched and throbbed and filled her with a load of hot cum. He collapsed next to her, both breathing hard.

“You passed the physical with flying colors,” she said, smiling.

She stood and walked over to what he thought was a closet. But inside was a little shower stall. She turned it on and quickly washed herself off. After a quick dry off she began to dress. So did he. They started out to the waiting room.

She handed him a slip of paper with a follow up appointment written on it. He looked and her and smiled. She winked.

“Just one question,” he said. “34c?”

She smiled.

“Close, 38c. See you next week.”

He turned and walked back into the waiting room.

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Enjoy, only one chapter to this one. Strong sexual content.

Jan looked up at the clock and saw that it was almost time to go home. She cleared her desk and locked the drawers. She was in a busy office of four orthopedic surgeons and as the office manager she was busy throughout the day. Another of her responsibilities was to schedule all of the operative procedures with the two local hospitals that the group used. She loved her job and always looked forward to going to work.

She pushed her chair back slightly from the desk and using her hands and arms, lifted herself to a standing position. She heard the drop locks on her left leg brace drop down but used her hand to check that they were in place and her knee was locked. She got hold of her black forearm crutches right next to her desk and placed her arms in them. Using one of them she pushed the chair back out of the way and when she had her balance she turned 90 degrees and using a 2 point alternate gait started walking out of her office. She said good night to those she met in the hall and stuck her head in the offices that still had people in them to say good night or have a good weekend. She knew she was going to!

Jan crutched to the elevator and went down to the basement parking garage. Her reserved handicap spot was right next to the elevator and she pressed the fob to unlock the doors. After looking in at the back seat and floor, she opened the door. She maneuvered backwards to the driver’s seat and lowered herself on to the seat. She reached forward and unlocked her brace and lifted her legs into the car. Using the hand controls on her car, she backed out of her space and then pulled out of the garage. She got to her town home in about 20 minutes with the rush hour traffic.

Moving as fast as she dared, she got into the condo and into her bedroom. She had a date tonight and needed to get ready. Mike was the man she was meeting and they had been waiting for some time to finally get together. He had answered her ad that she had placed on one of the disabled dating sites. They had used the chat feature for some time and then Jan finally got to trust him enough to call him and then give him her number. Jan was on the east coast and he lived in the Midwest.

They had spent a lot of time talking and agreed early on that they would both be very open and honest with each other. Jan had been crippled almost all of her life and knew what a devotee was. She asked Mike the first time they talked if he was one. He said yes right away. Jan had been with a couple before and there had not been any problems from that stand point. She had not been specific in her profile about her problems just that she was crippled.

She asked Mike what he was attracted to and he said either paralyzed legs or amputees. Jan asked which he was more attracted to and he said amputees. She laughed and told him he hit the jackpot as she was both! After several conversations, Jan admitted to Mike that she was now a devotee also and was very much attracted to amputees. Any number or type of limb was good with her.

Jan told him that she had Polio as a baby and both of her legs were paralyzed. When she was 19 she was hit crossing the street by a car driven by a drunk driver. The car hit her right leg and the brace was so mangled it did a lot of damage to her leg and it could not be saved. Sometime after she told her story to Mike she admitted that she was glad she was an amputee. She had to struggle to walk as her stump was mostly paralyzed. But she liked to walk and yes it was a sexual thrill to her a lot of the times as she did so; especially when she knew people were watching her. Mike confided that as a younger boy he had pretended to be an amputee.

Jan unfastened and dropped her skirt down her legs and then sat on the bed. She undid the Velcro straps on her brace and removed it from her leg. She rubbed it because she thought the very small, atrophied, totally paralyzed leg was very sexy. Her foot dropped straight down with her toes pointing to the floor. She felt stubble and reminded herself to shave. She pulled the plug from her other leg and pulled her short, above knee stump from her C-leg prosthetic. She rubbed what was left of it and felt stubble on it also. She removed her top and bra and pulled her wheelchair next to her bed. She transferred to it and went into the bathroom.

She transferred to the john, used it and then back into the chair and then into the roll in shower. She transferred to the bench, pushed the chair out and closed the glass door. After adjusting the water temperature, she washed her body paying attention to her breasts and pubic area. She put a belt attached to a grab bar around her upper torso so she could lean forward without having to use her hands and shaved her leg and stump. She then scooted forward and shaved the area just alongside her labia and just a short way above her clit. She had a lot of thick, long, dark pubic hair that was surprisingly soft to the touch and left that alone.

She tire escort douched so she was clean and fresh. It had already been agreed by she and Mike that if they hit it off with each other sex was on the agenda. Jan felt that would happen for sure. After washing her very short hair she dried off and put a towel on the seat of her wheelchair, transferred to it and finished drying her hair. She rolled to her vanity and ran a brush through her hair, applied a touch of lipstick and went back into the bedroom. She got some very low heels, a short brown skirt, and a light brown sweater and put the stuff on the bed. She changed the shoe on her prosthesis and transferred over to the bed. She put her brace on first and slid the shoe over the plastic form that held her foot up and in place.

Jan worked a bikini thong up her leg and stump. It was much easier to get dressed and put her brace and leg one while on the bed. She wrapped her stump with a 2 inch wrap and sat up on the edge of the bed. She ran the end of the wrap into the hole at the bottom of the suction socket and pulled the warp end at the same time pushing her stump into the socket. After it bottomed out she pulled the wrap off of her stump through the hole and put the plug in. She tugged on the leg and it felt secure.

She pulled the sweater over her head and smoothed it down her breasts and lower chest. It was mostly obvious she was braless. Her 36 C pear shaped breasts were very firm and there was no sag. She had very large areolas that puffed out and pushed her nipples up and out a lot. She spread her skirt on the seat of the chair hoping it was in the right position and she did not have to pull it up after she sat on it. Jan moved to her chair and the skirt was fine. She fastened it around her waist and rolled over to the mirror on the door. She thought she looked great and she hoped that Mike would think so also.

Even though Jan was on the pill, she put a few rubbers, a couple of douche bottles, a small bikini, some other things and a change of clothes in a small bag. She was getting excited and wondered if she should leave now and be early. She decided she would go now and wait at the hotel they were to meet at before she went up to his room as he had requested. She got her crutches, a brown pair now instead of the black she used during the day, and wheeled out to her car in the garage and transferred in.

She was going to take her chair in the car just in case it was needed as she seldom used it out in public. She loved the looks she got walking on her crutches with her crippled, atrophied leg in its brace and her prosthetic C-leg showing from under her skirt. She never wore slacks to cover them up.

She got to the hotel and as Mike had told her, drove up to the valet area. He had left word for them to take care of her car. Jan got her crutches and put them by the car door. She got out of the car, stood and locked her brace and got her crutches on her arms and walked into the hotel. She was about 15 minutes early and decided to use the house phone to call his room and be sure it was ok to go up. Mike answered on the first ring and said he was so glad she was early. Come up at once!

Jan crutched over to the elevator, stepped in when the door opened and pushed the 25th floor button. This was a very fancy hotel. She checked herself in the mirror. Jan is about 5’5″ tall, 115 pounds and 26 years old. The skirt she had on came several inches above her knee. She only wore lipstick on occasion and no other makeup. She noticed her nipples were standing out and she was very proud of the whole package.

Mike’s room was just a little ways down the hall at the end. She noticed there were two peep holes on the door, one at normal height and the other down lower. She knocked and the door opened. In front of her was Mike looking just like his picture and when they used Skype. The only thing different was the he was in a wheelchair and had no legs at all. He asked her to come in as he backed out of the way and she was shocked. He read the surprised look and said you never asked me if I had legs or was crippled. Jan crutched over to him and threw her arms around him being careful not to fall as she reached down to his level.

He said for her to come over and sit down so they could be comfortable. As he watched, she pulled the drop locks up and dropped down to the couch. He wheeled over and transferred beside her. He pulled her into his arms and they had a long kiss. When they finally came up for air she put her head down on his chest. She was very quiet for some time and finally Mike lifted her head up by her chin and asked if she was ok. She said better than ok. He could see the tears in her eyes and brushed them aside with his fingers.

Mike said so you are not mad at me and Jan said not at all just very surprised. She admitted that most of the talk about crippled legs had been about her and she had never thought to ask him anything along that line. He had told her torbalı escort several times after they agreed to meet that he could not wait to touch her leg and stump. Jan reached down to his empty pants leg and found that both legs were missing at the hip, a bilateral hip disarticulation. She asked what had happened and he said leg bone tumors with a smile on his face. His legs had been removed 5 years ago. Jan did not ask any more questions as she understood what happened.

Mike asked if she would like to see the place and she said sure. She needed to use the bathroom anyway before they ate. They were almost on the top floor and the front side of the room looked out over the ocean. The side view looked up the beach. There was an outside patio with a table and chairs. An overhead awning could be put out over it if wanted. There was a large bedroom and off of that was a very large bathroom with whirlpool tub and roll in shower. The whole suite was accessible.

Jan now realized that was why there was a lower peep hole, so someone in a wheelchair could see who was at the door. Jan said she needed to use the john and did Mike want to stay. One of the things they had talked about was watching each other do things as they lived their daily lives. Mike said yes he would like to stay.

Jan looked things over to understand how she was going to manage. Unlike home where the john was against one side wall and she had a grab bar, this one was out in the middle of the wall with only a back wall. She had been in that position at various places before and just needed to think things through. She put her left crutch against the wall and kept her right crutch. Using her left hand she pushed her skirt up and put her finger in the band of her thong. She worked it down her legs. Then pulled the drop locks up on her brace, then slid her hand back and put it on the john seat. Between her hand on the seat and the other on her crutch, she lifted her weight just a bit and her left knee released and went forward letting her drop down to the seat.

After peeing and wiping, she picked up her thong. It was soaked from her pussy juice. She looked at Mike and threw it in the sink to be washed out later. He grinned and said thanks. She struggled just a bit to reverse the process of getting up but made it ok. Mike told her how beautiful and sexy she looked. She said so you’re not afraid to be seen with this crippled old lady then. He said no, he would be proud to be seen with her. Did she mind being seen with him in his wheelchair? No she said, people would just have to put up with them being the two sexiest people in the room. They both laughed long and hard.

They went out into the living room area and Mike asked if she would like to go to the dining room or eat here on the patio. She said to the dining room as she wanted to show her crippled body off and be seen with him tonight. Mike said he was hoping she would choose that. Jan was standing at the window looking out when he asked and she only turned her upper torso around to look at him. The side view accentuated her profile and her breasts were very pronounced in her sweater. He again told her how sexy she was and if she held that pose very much longer they would be late for their reservation which was for the next few minutes. She crutched over to him and said later……

They went out the door and got on to the elevator. Jan was surprised when they went UP two floors to the restaurant. It was a revolving one on top of the building. It was moving slowly enough that she could step across to it without any trouble. They were shown to a window table and somewhat removed from the rest of the patrons per Mike’s request. A chair had already been removed for his wheelchair. Jan got seated ok and neither one ordered drinks.

Jan put her hand over into Mike’s lap but she forgot there was no leg to hold on to. She ran her hand over one of the empty hip stumps and then the back of her fingers up the bulge in his trousers. Looking him in the eye she said looks like no obstructions to get to it. Mike just gave a big smile and nodded his head. He reached his hand across his chest and under his other arm and cupped her breast. He said no obstructions here either. They were both snickering as the waiter came up for their order.

After ordering Mike said he understood that she did not like to use her wheelchair out in public but sometime would she mind going to dinner with him in her chair and without her brace, leg and panties. Jan looked at him wide eyed and said that was outrageous….and when could she do it!! She also told him that she could not wait to get back to their room and have him in her as soon as possible. She hoped he felt the same way.

Mike looked around and saw that no one could see them and slid his hand up her brace to her very wet slit and engorged lips. As he fingered it he said he was in full agreement, ASAP for him also and kissed her. In a lowered voice, Jan reminded him that she urla escort had very little control over her leg and stump. If he ever wanted them spread for better access to her pussy, he would have to do it himself. Mike said thanks for the reminder.

The view was fantastic. Part of the time they looked out over the city and part of the time they looked out over the water. The dinner was great and they talked about several things, mostly about being crippled and how much they enjoyed being that way. They knew some people would find that strange and they also knew they were not the only ones that felt that way. They finished their coffee and started back to their room.

When they got back the room they talked about Jan getting her wheelchair out of her car. They both thought it would make getting around in the room easier and called the desk to get the key and find out where the car was parked. Mike said he would go with her and besides he thought the exercise would be good for them. They got on the elevator and went down to the desk. The valet said he would be glad to get the car for them and bring it up but Mike said that would not be necessary. He gave them the key and told him what space number the car was in. They went down to the garage, found the car and Mike got the wheelchair out for Jan. She got in it and they went back up. Mike stopped and gave the key back to the valet with a tip and then up to the suite.

When Mike got back up, Jan asked if he would like to sit on the patio for a few minutes. He said yes and they both wheeled out. The sun was down and it was cooling off. They sat side by side in their chairs but facing each other. Mike leaned forward and kissed Jan. Leaning forward to meet him she opened her mouth and invited his tongue into hers. After a few minutes Mike moved his hand up to her breast. Jan immediately pulled her sweater up so he could touch it skin to skin. Her nipples were hard as a rock. She leaned back in her chair and watched both of his hands now playing with them. She looked up at him and asked him to take her to bed and screw her now! They both headed for the bedroom.

Jan pulled her sweater off as she transferred on to the bed. Mike asked if he could take her brace and leg off and she said please do, I have been dreaming about that for a long time. He moved his chair close to her and took her leg off first. She seemed to know what he was doing as he did everything right. After pulling the leg from her socket he used his hands to massage it. It was atrophied like her left leg. Next he started undoing the Velcro straps on her brace. He removed it and laid it on the floor. He lifted her leg up into his chair seat and massaged her leg rubbing where the strap marks were. He told her she had the sexiest crippled leg he had ever seen. He could easily get his thumb and middle finger around her calf it was so atrophied. Her foot drooped over forward with her toes almost touching the seat. He pulled her foot into his hard penis.

She undid the waist band of her skirt and using her hands and arms lifted herself up off the bed. Mike pulled the skirt from beneath her and put it on the bed. She leaned forward using one arm to hold herself up and took hold of his shirt to get him to remove it. He did and she pulled at his pants. He lifted himself up and she pulled them off of his hips. His bald penis and balls stuck straight up and she got her first look at his legless torso. She told him both were beautiful. His penis was about 8 or 9 inches long but not very thick. His whole pubic area was shaved clean. She pulled on it like she was going to pull him into bed and he started to go that way. He stopped at the edge of his chair seat and said he needed a shower. He had just gotten to his room when she arrived and had not had time to take one. Jan agreed that was a good idea but she wanted to join him.

She got back into her chair and they headed to the shower. Jan went in first and Mike pulled her chair out of the way. He went in next and got on the bench and pushed his chair out and closed the glass door. They both laughed and said they should not get carried away and fall off the bench and end up in the ER. Jan got the water adjusted and turned the large shower head on to them. After they got wet, they soaped each other and then rinsed off.

They kissed and Mike let himself down to the floor and moved between Jan’s leg and stump. He kissed and licked up her stump right to her pussy and clit. Her pussy lips were very large and long. They were purple because they were so engorged. Her clit was sticking out of its hood. Before he even hardly got started eating her Jan came holding on to Mikes shoulder’s to keep from falling forward.

They dried off and returned to the bedroom. They both transferred into bed and turned into each other’s arms. They kissed and fondled each other and Jan got hold of Mike’s penis and said put it in her. Jan was on her left side and Mike was able to slide down a little. He turned on to his right side and lifted her short stump on to his hip. With no legs to get into the way he was able to get his penis to her entrance. He pulled her stump hip towards him as he moved his pelvis and penis into her. She was so wet he slid in with no problem. Being long helped and he bottomed out before he was all the way in.

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The next day, Timothy only just managed to drive himself to work. He had made all the adjustments needed so that he could see the road, but he was realizing that he wouldn’t be able to drive for too much longer before his feet wouldn’t be able to reach the pedals.

‘We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,’ he mused to himself as he pulled into the parking deck. He had lost another inch last night, a direct result of more of Beatrice’s dirty talk, and he now stood at just under 4’10, and weighed 93 pounds. His new girlfriend had been sure to weigh him in the morning, and she was absolutely gleeful over the fact that he had shrunk again. He was wearing some baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt. Beatrice had helped him go through his closet before they went to bed, and she had discovered a box of clothes that Timothy had stored from a relative. The clothes had belonged to one of his nephews, who had outgrown them once he turned 11. For Timothy, however, they were the only clothes that he had that fit him, and even then, they were definitely on the roomy side. He had no choice but to wear his old loafers, which now looked unquestionably like clown shoes as he clopped and stomped his way into his office. But what was he going to do? Show up at work barefoot? There was a professional dress code, after all.

As he sat down at his desk, he thought of Beatrice back at home. She had been lounging on the sofa as he left, promising him that she’d be there when he got back. She had licked her lips at him hungrily and made hungry animal noises at him as he walked out the door, which caused him to have a full-on erection by the time he reached his car. Even now, sitting in his office, just thinking about Beatrice made him uncontrollably hard. He couldn’t believe his luck — Maia was indeed a goddess — she had come through for him in the most mind-blowing way possible…and that was only the first night he and Beatrice had spent together! Timothy sighed in pleasure, allowing himself to lapse into daydreams of the unimaginable things that awaited him when he returned home.

A sudden crackle from the intercom had him start out of his daydreams as the unmistakable and business-like voice of Clare came through to him through the static.

“Good morning, Springer,” her voice said. “You there? You better be there, Springer.”

“Y-yes!” he said excitedly, pushing down the intercom button. “Y-yes, Clare, I’m — I’m here!”

“Good,” crackled the voice. “Because today’s gonna be a busy day. A really busy day…lots of items on the agenda…lots of things to cover.” Timothy’s heart sank a little as he heard the tell-tale signs of Clare’s authoritarian streak through her voice. He hated it when things got busy like this…it tended to exacerbate her overbearing demeanor. He hoped it didn’t mean that he was going to stay late again. But he quickly chased these thoughts out of his mind as he imagined a naked Beatrice, with her long dark hair, lounging her big, lithe body across his sofa, touching herself as she waited for him to come back home.

“An emergency order came in from corporate last night,” continued Clare over the intercom. “They want us to come up with an entirely new drink — a totally new product. Fast.”

‘Oh great, not corporate,’ thought Timothy, fumbling for a notepad.

“The market’s veering toward healthier drink options, so corporate wants us to adapt with the times,” crackled Clare. “They want us to come up with something that’s still carbonated, still caffeinated, and still sweet-tasting, but that has no more than a quarter of the calories, added sugars, and carbs that are other options do. You’re taking all this down, right, Springer?”

“Yes…yes I am!” called Timothy into the intercom, scribbling down with his other hand.

“Alright,” said Clare. “I need you on this, Springer. I’m putting my top talent on it, obviously — Ashley and Patricia and Katie will be handling most of the work — but I want to give you a chance to prove yourself, Springer. You had a good day yesterday. Let’s see what happens when I put you in with the A-team, alright?”

“A-alright!” said Timothy, actually excited to be part of the team.

“Ok. Draw up some ideas. Meeting in Ashley’s office in one hour. Don’t be late.”

An hour later Timothy was plodding down the hallway in his oversized loafers, baggy pants, and baggier t-shirt, his heart fluttering in his chest, as he made his way to Ashley’s office. What were the girls going to say? How were they going to react?? He was positively awash in anticipation, and as he neared the partially-open door to Ashley’s office, he could hear female voices. He had a sudden urge to run. But he caught himself, laughing and shaking his head as he pushed the door open and went in.

All four women were standing around Ashley’s desk, apparently already deep in discussion. Clare stood out from the rest of the group, since she rose up taller in her heels and was sporting a bright red dress that clung tightly to her curvy narlıdere escort body, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. She had her hands on Ashley’s desk and was talking — Ashley, Patricia, and Katie were all standing around her, listening with rapt attention.

At first, none of them realized that Timothy had walked in. Clare kept talking intently, reaching down to sketch something on a piece of paper, as the other three women all leaned in to get a closer look. In this time, Timothy was able to get a good view of all of them and was totally blown away — they all looked so huge! The first thing he noticed was that Patricia and Katie were obviously taller than him now, and even from across the room, he could see the swerve and weight of Katie’s backside winking at him. Good lord, it looked enormous! Timothy knew that Katie had always had a fat ass, but he could not escape the thought now that her rear end had grown, gotten even rounder, fatter…gotten sexier. Was this part of the beautification that Maia had promised him?

A quick glance up at the faces of the women confirmed this suspicion. They all just looked…fresher, brighter…just…more alive. Clare had always dressed skimpily, and today was no exception, but Timothy noticed how the usually-modest Ashley was wearing a green form-fitting dress today that showed off some impressive hips. Katie’s cornflower-blue blouse went down to about her mid-ass and did little to hide its voluptuous volume. Even Patricia, who Timothy had never really been attracted to, seemed different today…he noticed how her kakis looked tighter than usual, and betrayed some indisputable shapeliness in her hips, ass, and thighs. Had she always been that thick…?

All of this flashed through Timothy’s mind in a matter of moments as he walked slowly over to Ashley’s desk, the four women seeming to him to get taller and taller with each step he took towards them. When he was about ten feet away from the desk, Clare looked up and saw him and immediately stopped talking mid-sentence and stared. Ashley, Patricia, and Katie turned their heads in Timothy’s direction to see what Clare was looking at. Ashley took a sharp intake of breath and put her hand over her mouth in shock. Patricia’s mouth hung open. And Katie could not contain herself and let out a high-pitched squeal.

“Oh my god!” squealed Katie, bringing up her hands to her cheeks. “Oh my god oh my god…Timmy!!” She quickly rounded Ashley’s desk and walked straight up to him, stopping when she was directly in front of him as she stood up to her full height, staring down at him in wonder.

“You’ve shrunk again!” she practically yelled.

“Y-yeah Katie…I uh…I have,” stammered Timothy, feeling totally overwhelmed by Katie’s larger presence.

“Look at this!” she continued, as if he hadn’t even spoken, “your head barely even comes up to my chin!” She extended a flat palm out and placed in on top of his head, measuring his height to hers. There was no denying it — she was definitely a good deal taller now. And such close proximity to Katie’s big, heavy curves was beginning to have an effect of Timothy; he could feel himself growing in his pants.

“I just…wow, Timothy,” came Ashley’s quiet cautious voice as she joined Katie in standing next to him, her hand still up by her mouth as she looked down on him. From this vantage point, Timothy could see quite clearly that his head did not come up to Ashley’s chin. In fact, staring straight at her, he found that he was looking straight into the tops of her breasts. It was obvious to him now — Ashley’s boobs looked fuller, bigger. Was it just that tight green dress she was wearing? Or was this Maia’s magic?

“Are you feeling ok?” said Ashley in a worried tone, furrowing her brow down at him.

“I’m…yeah! I’m fine — feeling fine!” he said enthusiastically, knowing that his happy tone had to sound suspicious to his co-workers. “Never better!” he added, smiling up at Ashley. God, the skin on her face was so…healthy and clear. He glanced right over at Katie and saw her face looking unusually illuminated and lively as well. Was it just the lighting in Ashley’s office? It couldn’t be…

“Have you seen a doctor yet, Springer?” came Clare’s clear and authoritarian voice. She hadn’t budged from her standing spot leaning down on Ashly’s desk as she continued to stare forward at Timothy, her hands splayed out supporting her weight. She didn’t look particularly pleased at this unplanned-for interruption.

“Ummm…yes!” Timothy decided to lie, since otherwise he either had to tell the truth or pretend that nothing was odd or wrong. He thought that lying about seeing a doctor would shut down Clare’s probing questions and douse any suspicion. “Yes!” he continued, “and he, uh…the doctor said that…uh…that he wasn’t, uh, sure what was going on, but that…uh…that all of my, um, vitals were…were doing well, so that I had…umm…no reason…no reason to worry.” ödemiş escort

Clare narrowed her eyes down at him from across Ashley’s desk as she scrutinized his response, not seeming like she bought this explanation.

“But…but you’re just shrinking, Timmy!” said Ashley, with some force in her voice. “Surely…surely the doctor would, like…you know…run some tests, or…or send you to a specialist or something, right?” She reached out and grabbed one of his upper arms, letting out a short gasp as she realized how thin it was. “I mean, look at this, Timothy — you’re not just getting shorter…you’re getting thinner…skinnier…”

“Wimpier!” put in Katie, shooting a toothy grin down at Timothy, cocking her hips sexily as she folded her arms across her ample chest. She seemed to be especially enjoying this.

“Katie, come on!” came Patricia’s chastising voice. “Don’t play around; he could have some kind of serious condition!” Ashley nodded her head in kind, agreeing. Timothy suddenly noticed that the acne on Patricia’s face seemed to have disappeared.

“But…but I don’t! The doctor said I’m fine,” he said, nervously noticing that Clare seemed to be getting more and more impatient. He really was looking forward to being part of the team today, and he didn’t want to waste more time with all of them gawking at him. “And…and, you know, he’s the one who went to medical school,” he continued, thinking up a couple more lies as he went along, “and anyway, he said that I could just come in to his office every week, just so he could…he could, uh…monitor me and everything…to make sure everything is ok. So there’s…there’s nothing to worry about, ok?”

Katie’s eyes sparkled downward at him as the smile grew on her face. “See?” she said brightly, indicating to the rest of the group, “he’s fine! He’s just…turning into a little shrimp!” And she winked down at him and Timothy felt that little pull in his stomach, telling him that he had shrunk again, just a tiny little bit, due to Katie’s teasing.

“You know, I’m as much for teasing and taunting Springer as the next gal,” came Clare’s exasperated voice, “but can we please get back to business? I’m under a lot of pressure from corporate for this new drink idea, and if we can come up with something great I know they’re gonna give me a huge-ass promotion.”

Timothy inwardly rolled his eyes. Of course that was why Clare was so insistent about them staying on-task…of course it had to do with her own personal promotion. Ashley and Katie retuned to their standing places around Ashley’s desk, and Timothy followed them. But as he took his spot in the circle, he saw that Ashley’s desk, which came up to the waist of most of the other women (and a little lower for Clare), came all the way up to the middle of his chest. From his vantage point, he couldn’t see what Clare had drawn on her piece of paper.

“Ummm…” he said awkwardly, glancing up at Clare for help, “I can’t…uh…I can’t see.”

“Why are you telling me, Springer?” she answered quickly. “Do you really need me to tell you what to do?” She turned to Ashley. “Ash, is there anything in here for him to stand on?”

Ashley glanced around her office for a moment and then nodded. “I just emptied my trash yesterday,” she said, walking over to the small trash can in the corner, fetching it, and turning it upside down. “You can stand on this, Timmy.” She placed it upside down on the floor next to him and indicated for him to stand on it. “Just…be careful, ok?”

“Ok,” he said, feeling slightly ridiculous as he grabbed onto the desk and used it to help him stand up. He felt the energy and intensity of all four women staring at him as he helped himself up. The trash can was around 8 inches high, and looking around at everyone once he was up, he realized that Clare was still a little taller than him. He was about the same height as Ashley…maybe just a smidgen taller…and a couple inches taller than Patricia and Katie.

“Are you all set, Springer?” said Clare, not bothering at all to hide the irritation in her voice. “Can you see everything clearly now?”

“Y-yes…yes I can.”

“Ok everyone,” said Clare, breathing out an exaggerated breath of relief, “now that Springer is on our level, we can continue.” She lowered her head back to what she had drawn, which was a series of pie charts. “Ok, now remember ladies…and Timmy…corporate wants low calorie above all other options. Understand? That’s the most important bit — low calorie and low-sugar. That’s where the market’s going, and that’s where we’ve gotta go. Ok?”

The three women and Timothy nodded their heads. Despite all of his excitement around all his fantasies coming true, Timothy couldn’t deny that he was just…just enjoying this normal, everyday meeting as part of the A-team. He just wanted to feel like he was a part of something at work…like he mattered…like he was making important contributions.

“And that brings seferihisar escort us to the real challenge,” continued Clare, indicating to one of her pie-charts. Timothy took pleasure in leaning in with the other women to scrutinize it. “Anyone can take the sugar and calories out of a soda,” said Clare, “but what we need to find out is how to take out all the sweet stuff…all the calories, and still have a soda that tastes sweet — and not that artificial kind of sweet that you get from all those shitty artificial sweeteners.” She stood up to her full height, looking around at the group. “That’s what Bubble Town did with their new brands, trying to get ahead of the curve…and guess what? No one’s buying them, because they taste like what?”

“Like ostrich poop,” laughed Katie.

“Exactly,” said Clare. “And so we’ve gotta find a different way to make our drinks taste sweet. And that’s — ” and here she pointed a finger as she scanned over the group, “—where you all come in. I need you three…you four…to get to work on this. It’s our major task now. Are you up to it?”

“Of course!” said Ashley energetically.

“Yeah!” said Patricia, smiling excitedly.

“Yep!” said Katie with gusto.

Timothy nodded silently, feeling suddenly self-conscious hearing the full and dynamic voices of his co-workers. He felt the reality of their size disparity, and couldn’t help but feel like his voice would sound weak and tiny in comparison.

“How about it, Springer?” said Clare aggressively, turning on him. “Are you up for it?”

“Y-yes, yes I am,” he said, stuttering a little bit as he inwardly winced at how small his voice sounded in comparison with everyone else’s.

“A ringing and confident endorsement from our newest and smallest member!” called out Clare sarcastically, looking down at Timothy across Ashely’s desk as she shook her head. “Make sure he stays on task, please,” she said, turning to Ashley. “And I want a specific report before you leave today about how he did. Ok, Ash?”

“Sure, Clare,” said Ashley, turning to Timothy and smiling as she extended out a large hand to pat him on the head. “I’m sure our little guy here will do just fine.” Timothy heard Katie exchanging little laughs as Ashley pet him on the head, and he almost couldn’t believe how big her hand felt…it seemed like she could nearly palm his head right now if she wanted to.

“Well alright,” said Clare, rounding the desk as she headed out the door, “I’ll leave you all to it.” She gave Timothy one more stern look, like she was making sure he knew that she had her eye on him, and then she was gone. A few silent seconds passed by, and Timothy suddenly realized that all three of the remaining women were looking at him…studying him.

“Ok then!” said Ashley, clapping her hands as she went around to her chair and plopped herself down in it. “Let’s get started! Pull up chairs, everyone!” Patricia and Katie moved to do as they were bid, and Timothy started to step down from the trash can.

“Not you, Timmy,” said Ashley, seeing him start to move. “I think it’d be easier if you just…uh, if you just sat on the desk here next to me.”

“But…but, uh — I’m sure…I’m sure I could find some chair high enough,” he began to protest, not wanting to feel like the odd man out, so to speak.

“I don’t think there’s a chair in this building that’s high enough,” laughed Katie as she pulled her chair up to the desk, “unless you’re talking about one of those high chairs in the nursery downstairs.” Patricia joined Katie in giggling at her joke. Ashley rolled her eyes.

“Enough of that, Katie,” she said (even thought she was smiling). “But she’s right, Timmy…just…just come on over here and sit down, ok? We don’t have much time for dilly-dallying.” Timothy sighed and started to do what Ashley said, until he realized that she was actually asking him to crawl across her desk to sit on the edge next to her. He moved to step down off the trash can. He’d walk around the desk and use the trash can to help himself up.

“What are you doing, Timmy?” came Ashley’s voice, a little exasperated. “Come on — just come over here, ok? We need to get started.”

“You mean…uh…just…you want me to…uh…”

“Yes, Timmy, come on! Just crawl over here, please,” said Ashley, patting the spot on her desk next to her chair with her hand. “Let’s go!” Timothy obeyed the slightly irritated authority in her voice and got down on his hands and knees and started crawling over across the desk to where Ashley was sitting. It felt absolutely humiliating, crawling like this across her desk, and he could feel his face start to burn red as he heard Patricia and Katie whispering and giggling.

“Ok!” said Ashley once he was sitting on the desk next to her, his legs dangling off the edge, “let’s spitball some ideas, why don’t we? Go!”

“Agave!” came Katie’s chipper voice immediately. “We render down agave syrup and add it in small increments to the batch. Keeps the sweetness, but cuts down on the calories.”

“Hmmm, agave is packed with sugar,” said Ashley, “so I don’t think we can get it down to where the drink retains the sweetness without using too much of an already-sugary ingredient. But I like the idea of rendering it down and reducing it to a concentrate — nice, Katie! Next!”

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Early evening with the sun still warm on the skin, a hot shower after a hard day’s work, and the apartment to himself for the rest of the night to unwind in; Ben couldn’t ask for much more from life as he stood naked beneath the spray. With Adam out on a stag night, for which Ben couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the bridegroom, there was little chance of seeing his roommate again for at least twelve hours, possibly even a day or two, if they both had their own way.

A keen sense of hearing made Ben stick his head out of the shower, shaking the water from his ears and listening intently. The doorbell rang through the rooms as the caller again pressed the button, spurring Ben into action as he quickly rinsed the shampoo from his short hair and reached for the large white towel, wrapping it around his waist as he scampered out of the bathroom.

“Hello?”

Being faced with an empty corridor did little to help him relax as he dripped in the doorway, looking around the hall for signs of life.

“If this is you playing games, Adam, I’m not in the mood.”

“Sorry?”

Even if he’d been expecting an apology, it certainly wouldn’t have been carried by a woman’s voice, coming just as a head popped from around the corner

“Ms Murphy, sorry, I thought my roommate was messing around.”

“It’s Andrea, Ben, and I thought there was no-one in, but it looks like you were a bit busy.”

He felt as though the thick towel had been whipped away, leaving him as naked as a newborn babe in front of her, and a red one at that with the way his cheeks burned as he quickly was made aware of how exposed he was, and of how very little shielded Andrea from a stiffening vista that could see him carted off in handcuffs, in a way slightly more serious than Adam would have the groom in before too long.

“Is there something I can do for you, Andrea?” he asked, taking a firm grip of the top of his towel, willing to lose the feeling in his fingers before he’d let it slip an inch.

“My ceiling fan isn’t working, I called the company and they said someone would be round today, but no-one’s been.”

“Do you want me to take a look for you?”

“Would you? That’d be great. I wouldn’t normally like to ask, but I really could do with it tonight.”

“No problem, just let me finish up here and get some clothes on, and I’ll be right up.”

It was a relieved man who closed the door behind her, fairly certain that she’d not seen any hint of his arousal, though his embarrassment made a pretty convincing disguise. While Adam would’ve had no qualms about being in such a situation, even having once had the nerve to drunkenly proposition her at a new tenant’s housewarming a couple of years ago, Ben had never made light of how attractive he’d found their neighbor.

A good decade older than the two guys, Andrea could easily have passed for a sibling, the only give-away to her true age being the clothes she wore and the way she carried herself, possessing a style and elegance in both that could seldom be found in the women his roommate stumbled into the apartment with in the early hours of most weekends.

Living alone as she had for as long as he’d been residing below her, he’d spent most of his fantasies thinking about her; from her blonde hair falling across her shoulders against the silver silk blouse he’d once seen her wear, to the way the skirts of her smart suits would emphasize the shapely contours of her long legs. It’d been the rare occasions when he’d hear her faint moaning in the dead of night that left him sighing as he thought of her, the sound of her pleasuring herself making him wish he were the fingers or vibrator that played over her intimate parts.

Towel dried and clad in a shirt and pair of jeans that he hadn’t planned on wearing until the next morning, he knocked on Andrea’s door, letting himself in after hearing the muted sound of her telling him it was open from somewhere on the other side. The aroma of a cut of meat gently cooking away in the kitchen prickled at his nostrils, his eyes following its trail to see Andrea busy at the stove.

“Something smells good.”

“Thanks,” she replied, checking on the progress of her creation, “it’s lemon-glazed pork with ginger.”

“I’ll bet it tastes as mouth-watering as it sounds.”

“I hope so, I’ve got company coming over in a little while, and I really don’t want to have to send out for pizza.”

“There’s no chance of that happening, and I’ve tasted your cooking so I should know,” he said. “Now, where’s this fan that’s being a nuisance?”

“This way,” she said, leading him across the room, “in my bedroom.”

It had to be really, didn’t it, he thought as she told him how she’d gone to switch it on yesterday and nothing had happened, even going to the trouble of flicking the switch on and off in succession to demonstrate her predicament. No sooner had he recovered from being near naked kemalpaşa escort in front of the woman, here she was stood beside him in her most personal, private chamber, the same chamber from which he’d heard her bring herself to orgasm.

“Um, was there any noise when you tried it, a crackle or a whine maybe?” he asked, more to hide his arousal at his wandering thoughts than to discover anything of use.

“No, nothing at all,” she said, before a look of horror covered her face. “Oh my God… wine. I knew there was something.”

He’d barely enough time to open his mouth to speak before she’d nipped out to the hall, grabbing her handbag as she reached the front door. She looked in at the ingredients simmering away gently, and had made sure she had her keys with her before turning back to him.

“I’ve just got to go out for a bit, I need to pick up some more booze. Don’t worry about the stove, it’ll be alright.”

“Won’t your guests be bringing a bottle?” he asked.

“Oh God, yes, but that’s not going to be nearly enough,” she said, as she hurried out the door, “You’ll be fine sorting that out won’t you?”

“Sure,” he replied, albeit to an empty apartment as the door clicked shut behind her.

He looked back at the fan, giving it the once over, then headed for the breaker box, finding it in the exact same spot the one downstairs was located in. As he’d suspected, the problem, and solution, was easier done than said, especially with a set of spare fuses sitting nicely beside the switch. In no time at all he was wandering back into her bedroom and watching the fan rotating noiselessly above the bed.

Feeling more than a little pleased with himself, he sat down at one end of the sofa in the living room, looking forward to the joy that would radiate from her face when she saw what he’d done. The smile on his lips lasted a good five minutes as he waited for her to return – loath to leave and miss her reaction as much as run the risk of her main course turning to charcoal – the corners of his mouth drooping with each passing minute after that.

It wasn’t long before he found himself fidgeting, continually glancing at his wrist where his watch would’ve been had he bothered putting it on, not helped by the way he felt time was passing quicker than it probably was. Deciding a distraction was needed, he left the relative comfort of the sofa and wandered over to the television, spotting a collection of DVDs stacked neatly beside it. A browse at the titles on the spines was like a who’s who of film noir; classics with a sprinkling of more obscure names that Ben could barely pronounce, and probably used subtitles, all topped with ‘The Big Sleep’ sat slightly askew on top, the case left open with the disc missing from inside.

A look around the room brought the window to his attention, making him curious of whether the view was much different from the one from their apartment. Perhaps unsurprisingly, there was little difference; the same buildings blocked the sunlight for the best part of the day, and the place wasn’t quite high enough to see over the smaller of them and out across town, though he noted that she did have a couple of pretty looking plants sat on the window ledges.

Reasoning that it’d be no surprise to Andrea to find him in her room, he let himself back in, leaving only a small gap as he closed the door behind him. There was little of actual interest lying about in the room which, in spite of its attractiveness, appeared more practical than actually lived-in. A dream-catcher on the wall above the bed and throw cushions resting against the pillows, small picture frames with photos of people he didn’t know, and an assortment of beauty products organized before a mirror were the highlights. None of which seemed to matter that much as he soaked up the thrill of just being where everything he’d heard, had happened.

He walked over to a set of wooden drawers, bending to smell the pot-pourri in a small basket that sat on a lace cloth on top of them. If there was a scent coming from there it must’ve been too weak for his nostrils, he thought, only then realizing his palms were resting on the handles of the top drawer. The idea of just having a quick peek inside raised its head, and, after he looked guiltily back at the door to see no-one was stood watching, was acted upon as he gave into the temptation, though he would hardly have needed an invitation had he known what was within beforehand.

The drawer slid effortlessly out, revealing row after row of immaculately folded clothes. His jaw dropped open as he saw them, the word ‘jackpot’ springing to mind – and sounding as if spoken by Adam as he thought it – at the sight of the underwear laid out before him. Eager eyes ran over each item as he stood there, not having had such a sight of silks and lace since locking himself in his room with one of his mother’s shopping konak escort catalogs, many moons ago.

He stroked the delicate material with his fingers, the tips sliding across as though they were skating on ice. Holding the lacy cups of a fragile looking bra between his fingers and thumb, he marvelled at how transparent it was in places, the way it would tease with glimpses of skin between the feminine patterns marking it. Taking in the various styles and shades, pastels and prints alike, he set eyes on a pair of French knickers that summed up, in his mind at least, everything that aroused him about their owner.

So taken by the garment was he, that he felt compelled to bring it out into the light for a better look. Holding them up by his fingertips as gently as possible, he gazed in awe at the satin as it rippled in his grasp, shimmering in the sunlight reflected off the windows of the buildings opposite. The color of the panties threw up a contradiction, the pale shade as cool as ice, yet the lilac hue bringing a warmth that sat alongside the cold, complementing rather than cancelling it out.

Turning them over in his palms, he stroked across the white lace inserts that formed the sides, the insides of which Andrea’s hips would’ve been pressed against as they hugged her skin. His fingers traced the matching lace edging as it wound its way along the hem, his hand arriving back at the gusset as it came full circle. With a nervous glance to the door, he lifted the panties to his face, bringing them close enough to his nose that they almost touched as he breathed deeply in.

He hadn’t expected anything other than the fragrance of Andrea’s fabric softener, and used his imagination to surmise the scent her most intimate place would leave as they were cast aside after a days wearing. The guilty pleasure had worked its magic on his crotch, the stiffening of his cock making things uncomfortable as it grew awkwardly in his jeans.

Both his hands were needed to rearrange his package to a more agreeable position, and the resulting sight of the underwear inches away from his groin gave him thoughts that he would’ve believed forbidden only hours earlier. He unzipped himself, taking down his pants to the middle of his thighs, spreading them enough to hold the waistband from falling all the way down. Putting his hand inside the panties, letting the satin spread over his palm, he gingerly took hold of his cock, revelling in the cool sensation against his heat.

Slipping over his skin with ease, Ben took care not to grip himself too tightly, the fear of staining the underwear lingering in the back of his mind. The pleasure he felt was absolute as he let his eyes flutter closed against the downdraft from the fan, conjuring images of Andrea on the bed beside him, stimulating herself through the very item wrapped around his fist.

“Sorry I took so long, did you– Benjamin!”

His brief lapse had come at the worst possible moment, giving Andrea a perfect view of him in profile, getting sordid with her unmentionables. The look of shock on his face had matched her own, before she looked away to the dresser and he desperately tried to pull his jeans back up. His cock was still sticking obscenely out as she strode from the doorway towards him.

“I-I’m so, so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

She appeared to pay no attention to his hurried apologies, grabbing something he couldn’t quite see from the dresser, before taking him by his, empty, hand and directing him to the bed. He was too busy concentrating on keeping his balance as his pants fell around his ankles, to protest at being manhandled the way he was, barely getting a word out as Andrea sat herself down on the edge of the bed, still holding onto him.

With a swift jerk of her arm, she pulled him down over her lap, putting an elbow across his back to keep him there. His erection mirrored his thoughts, barely knowing whether it was coming or going, his horror at being caught in such a situation making it lose some of its former potency, while being pressed against Andrea’s thighs was almost enough to have him shoot his load there and then.

“I’m sorry to have to do this, Ben, but I can’t very well have you getting away with doing such a thing.”

He twisted his head around to see over his shoulder just in time to see her raise her arm, a black hairbrush held in her hand with the bristles facing in the opposite direction. Her hand came swiftly down, landing the lacquered wood on the fleshiest part of his bare ass, leaving a light pink mark almost immediately. He’d no sooner yelped out loud when the pain came again, a little lower this time, yet still bringing the same stinging sensation.

Squirming over her lap, he tried to get free, only finding more of her weight pressing down on his back. One of her legs came behind his own, pushing down on the back of his knees to kuşadası escort control his struggling feet, before another blow hit his backside, its intensity and her resolve seeming to grow the more he tried to wriggle away.

Counting the strokes wasn’t at the forefront of his mind as he laid there, the ache in both his cheeks certainly felt like it’d reached double figures before Andrea finally stopped, releasing him from her hold and letting him struggle to his feet. She placed the brush down beside her on the bed and turned to look up at him, a look of expectancy on her face.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked.

“Oh. Sorry,” he said in a daze as he bent down to grab hold of his pants.

“No, not that. Shouldn’t you be finishing something off?”

He paused, frowning as he tried to fathom out her meaning, getting more confused the harder he thought.

“But, I’ve fixed the fan for you.”

“I did notice. Which is why I’m willing to let you continue from where you left off when I came in.”

She nodded towards the garment he still held in his hand, with his gaze following a moment later. His cheeks blushed furiously, almost matching the shade sported by the ones he wouldn’t be sitting on for a while, as the penny dropped.

“I can’t…”

“You seemed to manage well enough earlier.”

“I know, but I couldn’t… not in front of you.”

“Don’t be silly, I insist. Look at it as a thank you for being such a good neighbor and helping me out,” she said, not taking no for an answer. “Now, you can start just as soon as you’re ready.”

Swallowing hard, he tentatively dabbed at his cock, painfully aware how less than impressive it looked when soft. He looked at Andrea, who simply pointed his attention back to the task in hand with a swift nod of her head before staring at his groin for signs of life. She wasn’t to be disappointed as his cock betrayed his embarrassment, stirring from its apathy to rise up in an arc until it stiffened against his stomach.

An admiring smile found its way onto Andrea’s lips as she watched, encouraging Ben to be a little firmer in his motion, sweeping along his length from balls to tip with the soft satin covering his hand like a glove. His pace increased as he watched her, spotting subtle changes happening. Her breath, while still quite slower than his, seemed to quicken, a tiny gasp escaping as the first spots of semen emerged from his cock.

Her fingers were unconsciously stroking the exposed skin where her blouse had been undone, slipping inside on occasion, as she herself squirmed in her seat on the bed. He looked over her thighs as her skirt rode up, her stocking tops showing slightly beneath it, to the curves of her breasts and up to the Cupid’s bow shape of her lips, glistening as she ran her tongue over them.

The sight of her arousal quickened his excitement, speeding the rhythm of his strokes, making his grip tighten in all the places that made the ache in his loins want to burst loose, taking with it all the tension that was building up inside. The intensity of her gaze matched the fire in his balls as they welled up tight, ready to gush forth at any moment, just wanting one more hard jerk to set them loose.

His climax came as a near violent release, spasm following spasm as he shot his thick, sticky mess into Andrea’s panties, soaking the shiny satin where her pussy would normally lie. Massaging the last drops from the tip of his cock, he could feel his legs fight to hold him up, the exertion taking its toll as he began to notice the muscles of his thighs and forearm throbbing at the strain put on them.

“Show me,” Andrea said as their eyes met again.

Removing the underwear from his cock, a small trail of cum stretching visibly between the two, he opened them to let her see the mess he’d made. She got to her feet, readjusting her dress and walked over to him, a wry smile on her lips.

“Very nice. I expect you to have them dry cleaned and back to me in the condition you found them in by the weekend,” she said, walking past him and out of the room.

He pulled his jeans up and fastened them as best he could with a pair of soiled panties in his hand, trotting out after her still fiddling with his zip. She was almost at the front door as he reached her, the door opening as he tried to speak, her arm around his shoulder, guiding him out, interrupting his attempt.

“Thanks for helping me out, Ben. I’ll be seeing you soon, now that I know how handy you are, I’m sure I can find some other things that need fixing.”

“Uh, okay?” he murmured, slowly regaining use of his tongue.

“I’ll just have to make sure I’m around to watch you work next time,” she added with a wink. “You might want to hide those somewhere…”

She closed the door as he glanced down at the panties, looking around shamefaced, hoping no-one else would see. He scrunched them up and slipped them in his pocket, checking he’d not left anything of either it or himself hanging out, as the sound of a bottle of wine being opened could just be heard through the door; a small hint of reality capping an unreal experience that left him smiling broadly as he started off back down the stairs.

~ The End ~

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Jack was one hot fucker: 6 feet tall with straight dark hair and long lashes. A dimple in his chin and a big bright smile — when he wasn’t brooding. His daily work outs had paid off: his body was of an Adonis. Muscular hairy chest down to a V waist. A smooth bubble butt that was perfection to behold. Long thick thighs and calves. Even his feet were amazing. But with all this gorgeous, bodybuilding machismo there was one, sad, exception: his cock. Or rather, his pee pee. His little boy weenie.

He had worked out, specifically, to make up for his little manhood. Worked out day after day and now, the girls (and some guys) lusted after him everywhere he went. Sadly, once the girl discovered how small his dick was, well, there was never a second date.

So, Jack had become angry and bitter. So much so that he had a reputation for being an arrogant douchebag. He treated women with scorn, not caring if he even got a first date let alone a second. Still, he discovered that many girls seemed to want him all the more. At first it amused him but soon, it excited him, this lustful yearning. He could and he would tease them and then withhold his favors. HE would be the one to deny a second date. But he loved the attention and, when he thought about it, it made his tiny cock throb as though it were 10 inches. He fantasized all kinds of things but the one fantasy that most thrilled him was the one where he was a stripper in a room full of wanton horny women. But the reality was, he would never be able to pull it off.

Then one day he had an idea. And it grew bigger and bigger than his cock ever would…

Fast forward: When Jack arrived at the party, the hostess, a blond 40 something knockout, greeted him at the door. She had great breasts and a hourglass figure in a tight fitting dress. There was a party already well underway and Jack was ready. In fact, just the thought of what he was about to do made his face flush and his tummy flutter.

The blond quickly ushered him into the kitchen.

“Here… $150. My girlfriends have already been drinking for an hour– at least. They’re gonna LOVE YOU! Now drink this shot, it’ll help you relax and catch up to them.”

He took it down with one swig. It tasted sweet and strangely bitter, too.

“My oh my… What do we have hear?” The hostess exclaimed rather loudly. “Ladies! We have a policeman here at the door! It seems ya’ll are being to loud and disruptive! Well, come on in Officer…?”

“Anton, Ma’am.” Jack almost stuttered. He could feel his erection beginning to grow a little.

“Ladies! Officer Anton is here and he needs your full attention”

Jack was ready. He stepped into the room — all 6 foot of masculine, muscular authority, in his navy blue police uniform and dark glasses. He looked amazingly real: a thick belt with handcuffs, a billy club; his dark hat with a shiny visor. 12 women looked up at him and gasped.

And there it was: the sheer lust and desire in all of their eyes. Jack was going to give them just enough to make them wet and desperate. And then — bam! Out the door gaziemir escort with his $150. “Doris” had already paid him once she set eyes on him, he made sure of it.

“Ladies… I have had several complaints about the noise from this party! Apparently, you all are way too quiet!” With that, he clicked on his boom box and his raucous stripper music started.

Jack made his way around the room from woman to woman gyrating and thrusting. And what the women noticed, besides the bodybuilder build, the handsome dark face, and the authoritative confidence, was his big, fat bulge. His cock looked to be 9 inches long and thick as a forearm! One by one the women gasped and soon they were grabbing him by his big muscular cheeks and “accidentally” pushing their shoulders or breasts into his hard crotch.

He took of his shirt first. Then he expertly kicked of his shoes. Next came his socks, and Jack was so excited by the touching and groping he almost believed that his cock really was that big and that it really was that thick. He felt sweat trickling down his back and before he knew it, a tongue licking it off.

The women were now tugging at his pants, groping his muscular cheeks and kissing his neck. They were hot, very hot. Maybe even hotter than he felt. But it was not to be — not yet. Not tonight. Jack pushed them away, ordered them each to sit. Then, standing tall above them, he reached down to his ankles and with one quick yank, pulled his pants off.

The groans and gasps and shrieks! He stood there in his cop hat and belt with a massive, bulging black thong. He grabbed his meat and wiggled it back and forth. Stroking it and caressing it. The women were momentarily stunned! Officer Anton was a magnificent specimen of male muscle and beauty. And each of them wanted him… badly.

But for Officer Anton, that was it: the finale. He began to reach for his discarded clothing to make his getaway.

“Not so fast, Officer!” and it was Doris who sprang to her feet and, before he knew it, yanked his thong down around his knees!

And the 9 inch dildo fell and rolled across the floor…

For 2 seconds there was stunned silence. Jack stood there in complete shock — his hands covering his hard little dick. Then they stood in mass, all 12 of them and jumped him. The “officer” struggled but it was no use! They were holding his arms and ankles. Soon he was sprawled upon the floor with a woman on his chest. Trapped!

“Oh my god! Look at that tiny cock!” They were laughing at him. Grabbing him by the balls and his tiny dick. And… he was still hard.

“Oh no… you’re not going anywhere”

“We’re not done with you, Officer Anton”

“We paid you and now you’re going to pay for your deception” Doris cried.

“Puh-puh-Please, ladies… L-L-Let me go!”

The woman on his chest was sitting with her ass near his face and when he protested, she shoved her ass up on his face nearly smothering him. He could feel her grinding against his face, her panty hose and ass hot and wet. And something güzelbahçe escort wet on his cock. A mouth, lips… Then his arms stretched above him and a little metallic click as someone handcuffed his wrists together. He couldn’t move his arms. He was attached to something solid.

With the brunette on his face, he couldn’t see anything and he could barely hear them. But there was no mistaking the giggling. Now and then he would see a bright flash. Photos!

“Oh god! Oh Fuck! How am I gonna get outta here?” He thought. “This is so fucking humiliating and yet… why am I still hard?”

Just then he heard Doris say “… double dose of Viagra and something else, too.”

“O.K., Carla, you’ve had your fun. Get of macho man’s face so we can have our fun.”

Jack quickly looked around in panic. He was shackled to a heavy dining room table. 12 women stood over him smirking. “N-N-No… please. Ya gotta l-l-let me go!” he cried.

“We’ll let you go — eventually” said another blond. “But first we’re going to have a “little” fun.” Jack noticed the emphasis on the word little and felt himself flush hot and red. He had begun to sweat everywhere as he kicked his muscular legs and thrashed around helplessly.

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and then another. They were taking photos! Flash! Flash! Flash!

“N-n-n-N000000!” He yelled. “D-damn it! S-s-s-stop taking pictures!”

“Janet, Brittany… grab his ankles and hold his legs up. I’ll go get my babyoil”

Two of the woman grabbed him by the ankles, lifted and spread them open. Another flash.

“Well, let’s get this little penis all good and oiled. I had, really, really hoped that 9 incher was real. So disappointing” Doris was slathering his dick and balls with oil. Against his will, his cock throbbed in her hands. “Let me put a little here, too” She slid her oily fingers around his asshole. Stuck her long middle finger into it.

Jack squeezed his glutes as hard as he could.

“Higher ladies. Spread ’em wide”. Doris clutched at his muscle butt, squeezed and then spanked his cheeks.”Relax, Officer Anton. I just want to check your prostate.” She probed deeper. She stuck a second finger in — or tried to anyway. “He’s so tight! Well I have a trick to fix that. Be right back ladies. Don’t let him go!”

When Doris came back 5 minutes later, the one named Carla was stroking and teasing his cock. Cooing at him and remarking on it’s tiny dimensions. Jack was hot and red and sweating profusely. He felt hot tears in his eyes and he blinked them back.

Just then he felt Doris push something into his hole.

“Just like that” she said “And you leave a litte string out, see?”

“God! What was that? What did you put in me?” Jack could feel his rectum getting warm. The warmth seemed to spread through his entire ass.

“First of all, it’s “Ma’am” Understood? I just gave you something to help your rectum relax.”

The warmth began to tingle and Jack’s cock throbbed, oil dripping off of it. He could feel it trickling izmir masaj salonları down around his balls, down into his hot crack and hole. The warmth and tingling, at first somewhat pleasant began to burn. Soon, it was scorching hot.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Take it out! It’s burning… M-m-my hole… my asshole. It’s burning!

“Didn’t I just tell you to call me Ma’am? Now ask me nicely what you want me to do?

“Fuck! Take it out! Ma’am… please… take. It. OUT!” The “Officer squirmed and writhed wildly; his muscular torso twisting and bucking hard.

“Well, since you asked so nicely” Doris reached down and yanked the string. Jack felt a little pop as the thing left his rectum. Doris held it up for all to see: a jalapeno pepper. The cameras once again flashed as she held it in front of Jack’s startled flushed face. His eyes bulged and tears sprang up.

“It’s still burning. Damnit! It’s worse! My ass is burning! Make it stop! Damnit…”

“Well I do have a good remedy but you’re going to have to really, really want it. You’re going to have to beg for it” Doris said

“Anything! Anything… just hurry! I c-c-can’t take this burning! Please…”

While Officer Anton writhed and bucked and whimpered, Doris went to the kitchen and a moment later she appeared.

She was holding a big, blue dildo.

“N-n-no… No! How is that thing going to help me?” The panic in his voice was evident.

“Why, it’s made of ice– how clever!” exclaimed Janet.

“That’s right. A big cold, ice dildo. What do you think Officer Anton? Do you want to cool that burning in your butthole or not?”

“C’mon… no. Not that. How about an ice cube? Just an ice cube… please?”

“Nope. This is all I got. Take it or leave it.” She began rubbing the ice dildo against his ass. She pushed it up against his hole. Jack’s cock throbbed.

“OK… OK… just a little bit in. Put it in just a little. C’mon now…”

“No, no… tell me you want it, Officer. Tell me you want me to fuck your asshole with the dildo. Tell me to shove it in as far as I can…”

“Oh my God… It’s burning. My hole is burning up! Please just give me a little ice…”

“Say it Officer.”

“Please… C’mon. It hurts!”

“Say it. Tell me you want to be fucked by this dildo…”

“Please…”

“Please? Please what, Officer Anton?”

“Oh God. P-P-P-Please, put the ice in me.”

“No.Tell me you want to be fucked”

“Please… fuck me with the ice… ” Jack whispered

“Say I want to be fucked in the asshole with the dildo, Officer. Loudly”

“Please…. Please fuck me. Fuck me with that dildo. Please FUCK ME WITH THAT DILDO!!!”

And with that, Doris pushed the head of the dildo into the stripper’s hot, tight, hole. But just the head.

“Ma’am… please. Please Ma’am. Push it in.”

“Say it, Officer”

P-p-p-please, Ma’am. Shove that dildo deep into my asshole. Please fuck me. Fuck me. Please?”

And when Doris obliged, when she fucked his hot, arrogant, stripper hole in and out, in and out; and Jack writhed and bucked and groaned; and all the ladies laughed and took photos and teased him; Officer Anton, stripper, bodybuilder, arrogant brooding stud, exploded and came like never before without anybody even touching his throbbing little cock.

Officer Anton has had to endure 4 more such parties. Only now he does them for free.

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I like to drive. I like to leave the overcast and lonely city full of fast going people in their obscuring beige and gray trench coats. All of them blending together and yet ignoring one another, like pigeons milling about. There, in the city, I despise driving. It is stop and go, a jilting journey of endless lights in which I never actually enjoy going anywhere That final release of arrival is unsatisfying after the staccato actions of getting there.

I allow my desire to leave build over days and weeks, a pent up restlessness. And then I let myself go. I drive south, the ocean to my right, and am liberated from the road blocks; the pearl string of traffic lights; the un-desirous tonations of cars and sighing, depressed bridges.

When I pass the final light onto the old freeway, I flow unobstructed on the gray winding pavement amongst the beautiful and verdant giant trees. Slowly and languorously I direct my car, as if the road to getting to a place is the pleasure itself. I hum lowly and small sighs and gasps escape across my warm, damp tongue. My soft belly moves out, sucking my breath in more deeply and more slowly with each breath. As I take the winding turns and my hands slip gently over the cool wheel, my muscles loosen and my eyes droop into a half gaze. My neck gently gives and my head rolls minutely from side to side with the curves of the road. I am like the tiny apex of a redwood just moving slightly as if aroused by a small breeze.

When I come deep into the valley just before it climbs up again to the last hill that then drops to the ocean, I do not often see another driver. But I have encountered one from time to time.

A man comes up behind me slowly and quietly from long distances. He comes on a matte black Ducati, his face and skull covered in an iridescent black helmet with no seams. His limbs look as if flat black leather has been melted onto them.

He will tail me for miles and miles. I never can even estimate how long he has been there because I am so engaged in the round voluptuousness of the road. When I finally do notice, I watch his body fluidly bob to the left and then to the right as he balances the curves of the road. Sometimes I will catch him leisurely let a knee fall to the side, opening the groin of that side of his body into an exposed triangle. Sometimes, he will even lean backÑalmost karabağlar escort uprightÑand carefully but fearlessly take one hand to a hip. What skill he shows, in these moments of leisurely bravery, I admire.

I slowly lick my lips after he finally begins to pass. When he does pass, it is not fast. The velocity is just slightly faster than my own. It is only as he slowly but deliberately cuts in front of the hood of my car that he will finally bolt forward. He may wave at this point, a quick flip of his wrist and then a finger pointed to the sky. Then the leather above his wrist will slide down, exposing a slim line of skin. I lean forward and smile lightly, secretly, as if I am conspiring with myself. The hidden dimples of my cheeks come out, which only appear when I am aroused and my mouth sets into this very specific pose.

On this particular day, I am spontaneously drawn from the city for a drive and my body is more on edge. My fingers tingle when I touch the wheel and the sun is pressing through the grayness of the sky. My heart is rambunctious beneath my rib cage and I swear I hear the small crescendo of waves as my blood moves to the many small crevices of my lower body. I am enlivened and irritated on my ride that usually softens and relaxes my muscles.

I have passed through the triad of valleys that lead to the greenest and most remote part of my drive. I begin to think how I have never stopped to look closely at the stream that runs along this deepest valley. So I stop, confident I am safe on this narrow path of road from which I have never ventured.

The car door thumps closed satisfyingly behind me. I am engulfed in the quietness of the running stream and the soft crunch of moss as I step on the mounds of rock lining the clear creek. I close my eyes. I sit. My mind empties whiles the stream continues its own long road past.

At some point, I feel a hand on my shoulder. It alights softly but firmly. I am brave though and remain unsurprised by this intrusion. All day, my body has known something. I am sure now that when I open my eyes and turn, I will find the man who has travelled behind me many times.

As I turn my head slightly to look at my shoulder, I find the familiar slim line of elegant wrist skin and my tongue immediately begins to water as karaburun escort the scent of leather, fresh tobacco and the sweetness of redwoods come to me. I am not afraid as his other hand molds to my spine between my shoulder blades. The mound of his thumb joint presses into the protruding bone at the base of my neck. Like pushing a lever, my head falls back and my neck lengthens. His hand surrounds my throat from behind firmly, but with the distinct pressure that exists just before any of your air is occluded from your windpipe. He strokes my neck deeply with a leather covered thumb.

He stays behind me massaging my neck with gentle roughness and I realize only my breath is audible as it starts to come faster. I turn fully around to look at him and stare into the black opalescent glass of his helmet. I reach forward, toward his helmet. He stops my hands, gathers them behind me and holds them there. He drags his hand to the v at the neck of my dress. He palms my breast over the grey translucent dress beneath my tan coat, and then pushes his thumbs over my nipples. Rubbing up and down against my agitated nipples, I begin to make long ÒyesÓ noises over and over. My warm cunt drips thick moisture already.

With a knee, he spreads my bent knees and quickly brings a hand under my dress and between my thighs. He stops at the top of my legs, deeply massaging the tendons of my groin. He lightly drags his covered, soft fingers down the inside of my legs. This likely lasts a matter of seconds but I want his leather hands to fuck me so bad it seems like hours have passed in which I have been denied something like water or air. ÒPlease touch me,Ó I beg, my tone serious.

Obligingly, he lays a leather-gloved thumb over my clit and begins to circle around and around. Pushing back the swollen hood of my clit, he intermittently stops and puts pressure on my erect bulb of nerves. Silently, I mouth deep unknown words over and over and begin to shake in my lower legs from flexing onto the balls of my feet so strongly. Just before I come to the place where I will stop existing anywhere but deep in my body, his fingers slowly halt to a stop.

He brings his hands to the back of my dress and brings the zipper down one tooth at a time. I am looking into the black globe of his helmet wondering what color karşıyaka escort his eyes are. My mouth salivates at the black hairs pushing through to top of his skin at the junction of his jaw and neck. I bend forward and sink my teeth softly into his neck so that I might feel his stubble on my tongue.

When my zipper is half down, he pulls the front of my dress forward so that my cream lace bra is exposed. Looking down, I am excited even more by the brownish red skin pushing at the holes of the lace. He moves the straps of my bra down my shoulders just enough, and my breasts are fully visible.

He puts his leather arm behind my back and brings me down against the mossy rocks. My flushed skin is soothed as he rubs himself, fully clothed, against the naked skin of my chest.

He plunges two gloved fingers into my swollen cunt and pulls his fingers forward. I silently scream as I stiffen my entire body, arch my back and come. The sky above, through the canopy of the redwoods, is infinitely blue and the corners begin to buzz golden. As I continue to come with him caressing and caressing that spot deep inside me, he lays the side of his hand across my mouth and I bite hard, tasting the flat hide of his gloves.

After returning, I sit up onto my elbows. He is on his hands and knees in front of me and raises himself to sitting, placing his hands gently on his reinforced leather knees. His cock is pushing against his black leather pants. I continue to lean forward until I am on hands and knees in front of him. I lay my tongue on his neck as I solemnly unbutton his pants and pull them down. From his pocket he retrieves a condom and I suck his neck as I roll it down his cock. I do this so slowly and so controlled, that I have the feeling of near explosion or near sobbing as I continue to devour his neck.

He startles me by pushing me forward. He flips me unceremoniously around and onto my hands and knees. My belly drops, my heart pushes forward, and my pelvis tilts back as an invitation to his cock. He holds his dick right at my entrance and my belly pushes down and down as my breathing speeds with anticipation. He wraps his leather glove around my face and I bite down onto my own metallic taste.

Then he places his hand on the small of my back and grips my hip with the other. My body fills with the pressure of his cock in me. I am so lost in embodiment and the deep release of my small pelvic muscles that tears come down my cheeks. I am so joyous at being fucked on my hands and knees in the serene forest. I go somewhere deep inside myself and all sound stops except the slap of his groin to my pelvis as he rubs himself over and over into me.

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My name is Misty. I’m currently in my fourth year of college, attending the University of Michigan. I’ve been living up to the high standard I’ve set for myself and everything has been going especially well, except for one thing. I recently made a discovery about myself that I’ve been rather ashamed of.

I’ve always been a well behaved girl with a strong set of morals, or so it appears. I’ve lived around religion my whole entire life, and never strayed much from the way I was raised. I grew up in a strict Christian household with no other siblings. I guess you could say I was spoiled because of this. If I wanted something, all I had to do was ask nicely and nine times out of ten it was mine.

I wanted to escape this, though. Even though it has its advantages at times, I was so sick of being looked up to as the prim and proper church girl that everyone aspired to be . It was an image I hated living, more and more with each passing day.

Well, a few weeks ago I got my wish. I’ve been on a high ever since.

When it comes to sexual desires, I’ve had them for a long time. I used to love masturbating whatever chance I got; in my own bedroom, public bathrooms, outside, you name it. I knew from early on I got off on doing it in public or sneakily with other people around. This is what led to me discovering my newest fetish. Yeah, fetish. I have officially come to terms that what I’m about to tell you is my fetish. I fucking love every minute of it too! Wow, I just have to say it feels so good to swear like that. It actually is making me kind of wet just even typing about this.

Going against how I’ve always acted is what starts making me feel worked up. I never cussed much at all growing up. To be able to say “fuck” so freely and not care about it – I don’t know. There’s just something about it that appeals to me because it is going against everything I was taught.

One night a while ago, I was in my dorm room snuggled nicely under the covers. It was about 2 am and I knew my roommate was going to be out for the night. I had my laptop in front of me, on-top of the covers and was in the process of navigating to my favorite porn website. A typical Saturday night.

Porn. I fucking love porn. I loved all kinds, but the anal category was what really got to me. I loved seeing a woman taking it deep in the ass, seeing the look in her eyes while she was cumming. None of that fake shit, either. Even more, I loved finding real videos of women pleasuring themselves with fingers or a toy in their ass. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian and I never had been in my life, but for whatever reason I was extremely turned on by watching women do this. As for myself, I had never tried anything on my own ass yet. I was awfully curious, though.

That night, as I laid under the covers trying to find a video, I happened upon a sexy looking brunette woman who was in the process of lubing up her fingers, getting them ready for her asshole. I felt my legs spread apart automatically under the blankets and I could already tell I was wet, even through my panties. The anticipation of how good it would feel to cum, in itself, was enough to turn me on. Sifting through the videos, of all these slutty women acting out their filthy fantasies, amped it up even more.

As I watched the big titted blonde’s fingers playing near her ass, suddenly a website popped up in front of me. I thought it was one of those annoying ads at first, that it had slipped through my ad blocker, but I was wrong. A video player came up with the title “Woman gets off while pushing” above it. Pushing? Curiosity got the best of me, and hoping that it didn’t give my laptop viruses, I pressed the play button daringly.

In front of me, I saw this woman in my exact scenario, laying on a bed, about to feel herself through her panties. What was weird, was she even looked like me! I had a curvy body, dirty blonde hair and plump boobs which contrasted my curvy hips nicely. I was not super skinny, but nowhere near fat either. The only difference between me and this woman was the color of her panties. My panties were a light blue, hers were white. I felt like I was looking at myself. The video was blurry enough that I couldn’t make out her face too well.

It appeared that she didn’t know the camera was on her. It looked like one of those night cams people use to monitor their houses while away. I immediately found that sexy, the voyeuristic Çeşme Escort aspect of it all. The fact that she was starting to touch herself also did so much for my increasingly wet panties. I decided to let my hand start slipping down under the covers, to tease myself just a bit.

I matched the movement of the woman’s hand to my own, feeling the shape of my pussy lips ever so slightly through my panties. As soon as my finger tips brushed against them, it sent a shiver through my body and I felt my clit start to harden. I wanted so much to just start fucking myself with my fingers, but I withheld and just kept playfully touching.

As the woman on the video kept doing the same kind of movements, she stopped. In my headphones, I heard what I can only describe as her start to strain. It sounded like she was constipated or something! This caught me completely off guard, but at the same time, it turned me on. I was so confused at this moment because I didn’t understand why I felt so horny over hearing and seeing this random chick pushing… but I knew my pussy didn’t lie when it came to being turned on.

Watching eagerly, I saw the woman’s panties start forming a wet spot at the top where her pubes were, trickling its way down to where her fingers were picking up intensity. Was she peeing?

She pulled the panties to the side, and lo and behold I saw her lovely pussy spurt out a big stream of piss that shot nearly half way across the bed. My pussy started to pulsate, now.

I paused the video, right as the woman was letting her panties slide back over her pussy, sopping wet. My own pussy was in a fit of ecstasy. I wanted to cum right then and there because of how fucking dirty this woman was being, without any care in the world. She had just pissed all over her panties and bed on purpose, and was clearly getting off to the taboo act. There was something so enticing about even the thought of such a nasty thing.

My heart raced at the thought of doing something so dirty. I focused my attention down to my bladder, and immediately realized I actually had to pee, pretty bad actually. Should I really try to piss right here, under the covers and through my panties?

I kept second guessing myself, thinking of how potentially messy it would be and about the cleanup after, but then the emanating horniness came back. I can only describe it as something taking a hold of me, not giving a fuck about how messy it could get. The feeling extended away from my tits, down the front of me, and straight to my pussy and my heart pounded all the more harder.

The sheets of my bed were a dark hue of blue that contrasted the blanket over me, which was a pale white. If I really did pee, I thought it would be better to only release a little bit so that way it wouldn’t be as noticeable. My cover, more than anything, would be the issue with the stains I was about to cause. I didn’t care though.

I started putting pressure on my pussy, feeling the familiar feeling of taking a piss. As it was just about to come out, I hesitated a moment. The feeling I felt was indescribable. I felt such an insane rush of euphoria and naughtiness, it was empowering! It was such a lethal mix of sexual excitement, I couldn’t contain myself much longer. My hand was pressing tight against myself, my fingers wrapped tightly on my pussy.

A few seconds later, I felt the first sign of droplets start to form. My pee was starting to come out, and I absolutely fucking loved it. It was a slow stream at first, just enough to wet the front of my panties and then I felt it on my hand. As soon as it touched my fingertips, my pussy gave a hard throbbing sensation. Was I really doing this?

It was as if my thoughts couldn’t catch up fast enough to what was happening. All I could picture was the woman in the video I still had paused in front of me, acting out all her same motions. My pee started to come out heavier now, which made me clench my bladder muscles. It came to a halt. The pressure, wetness, and heart palpitations were all enough on their own to make me cum harder than I ever had before, but I still somehow held off.

I wanted to see the mess I made. I reached over to the night stand beside my bed, and snapped it on. As I did this, I felt a wet sensation on my hips when I rolled to my side. I was in a small puddle of piss. I am such a filthy girl. Misty, you are so fucking Çiğli Escort perverted, pissing yourself while watching other woman play with their pussies.

I wanted to cum so fucking hard. I knew that this orgasm was going to be one of the best I ever had, but I was persistent in increasing the sexual tension that plagued my whole body. My nipples were rock hard, poking out through my white T-shirt. The end folds of the shirt were damp from the same piss puddle I was laying in. My body had a new craving I never knew I needed – to be filthy, dirty.

In the dim glow of the light, I looked down and saw my soaking wet panties. I hadn’t released all my piss, because I still had the last “normal” part of me holding me back. The puddle that had formed around my ass was now almost fully soaked through the sheets, into the mattress itself. There was a dark patch that spanned just a bit wider than my hips, and it was clearly noticeable even in the low light and dark sheets. I felt a bit ashamed but it actually turned me on even more, if that was even possible at this point. The shame seemed to fuel the ever growing fire of horniness.

There was no end to the pressure that had been building inside my groin, my pussy, all night. I decided to click play again, on the video of the woman. I started rubbing my clit through my panties, my hands wet from the mixture of pee and cum now starting to leak from my pussy. I was edging so close to cumming, but didn’t allow myself.

I now matched the woman in the video pretty much spot on. The only difference is she kept continuing to pee while her hand became more aggressive, her fingers occasionally disappearing underneath her white piss soaked panties. I followed in stride.

I slipped my fingers into my pussy, and almost exploded cum. The combination of fucking myself with the tightness from my hyper sensitive pussy, led to a pure swell of hormones. The rest of my pee gushed out, and I didn’t even care anymore.

The girl in the video started moving differently again. Her fingers continued to make small circles around her clit through her panties while her other hand was simultaneously fingering harder and harder. Then she did it.

Yet again, I heard the same familiar straining but this time I watched as her panties started developing a slight bulge at first, growing into something even bigger as she continued pushing. I realized at this point that she was shitting directly into her panties, without a care in the world, and I fucking loved it. She continued to finger fuck herself. Was she really getting off while doing it?

A pure mixture of taboo naughtiness, going against everything that I was taught not to do, and filthiness filled my senses as I watched this hot blonde chick continue to shit, while furiously masturbating her pussy. The fact that she supposedly didn’t even know she was being filmed made it all the more kinkier. This must be her dirty fantasy she lives when she is all alone…

My pussy couldn’t handle much more. I felt so ashamed that I was so fucking turned on over watching something so disgusting and dirty, but I could not deny the way the throbbing was escalating throughout my entire body. I started wondering why I was so attracted to this whole thing, and had to almost pinch myself. I reached a state of being turned on that I had never felt before, and I fucking loved it. My heart was not slowing down, either. Fuck it.

Wanting so desperately to experience a next level orgasm, a new high, I decided to do exactly what the blonde was doing on my screen. I started pushing as hard as I possibly could, all the while fucking my pussy with my fingers. In, out, in, out… I was nearing the point at which I was going to have to catch myself before I came.

The pressure on my asshole was building so much, and I could feel the first signs of it starting to open up. It sent a shiver throughout my entire body, and my lower fingers immediately started to explore my asshole, but just barely. I didn’t know at this point how I would actually feel about touching my own shit, but I didn’t spend much time thinking about it either.

So many different things were happening all at once, it was overwhelming to my senses. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, almost matching the motion of my fingers slipping into myself. A bit more piss started squirting out of my pussy again, Foça Escort from the immense pressure. I took a deep breath, and gave the hardest push I could muster.

I felt the first signs of my shit start pushing out, making contact with my panties underneath my ass. Feeling as though my heart, pussy, and brain were going to explode, I decided this was it. I started pushing as much as I could, not caring how fucking messy it got and just decided to go for it. I started cumming as soon as I felt my shit start bunching up underneath my ass cheeks, my panties getting so tight. What the fuck are you doing, Misty? You deserve to be this messy, it shows how filthy and disgusting you like to be.

The smell started reaching my nostrils as I came. It only added to the intensity. It let me know just how dirty I was really being, and I kept pushing even when I knew I had no more left. I had a massive pile of shit mashed up beneath my ass, and it felt so fucking good. I didn’t stop after I came the first time. I was in such a state of exhilaration that I immediately went for another. My clit was so hard it felt like it was going to fall off my pussy, and I could feel that some of my shit had pressed itself against my lower pussy lips. I could’ve sworn that some was most likely on my fingers now, but I didn’t even care. I had an intoxicating feeling to be as dirty as I possibly could. It felt like a primal beast had taken over my body, and all I wanted was to feel filthy. I came again, this time pulling my panties tight against my ass at the same time, feeling my shit clump even tighter against me. I was such a fucking mess.

I was shivering, as if I was out in a cold winter night with no clothes on. My body was shaking hard, pussy sore to the touch. I noticed every time I had cum, I pushed, even though I knew my bowels were completely empty at this point. Something about my asshole trying to open up, coupled with watching the blonde woman’s asshole doing the same was helping me get off so fucking hard.

The shit was so warm all over my ass, up on my pussy a bit, and spread all over my panties. The smell filled the room, especially because I was still half way under the covers. I decided to take a quick look down and was so thrilled and turned on by the sight.

My own shit was leaking out of the sides of my underwear, slightly onto my bed sheets. Piss was everywhere, even on the front of the laptop. All the while, the girl on my screen finishing her last cum session. What have I even done? What am I? I am so fucking dirty, I love this filth in my panties.

I held my fingers up in front of the nightlight. There was a bit of shit on them, but not much. Even though my pussy was completely used, I felt one last shiver and decided to finish with the blonde on my laptop screen, using my shitty fingertips. In the moment, I didn’t care how dirty it was or how risky it was with getting UTIs, I just wanted to have one final cum.

I could hear the woman in the video’s asshole pushing, and did it again myself. I was already so dirty, I didn’t care. I started cumming when I heard her moan, it rushing through my body as her eyes rolled back and her pussy started squirting through her panties. I heard her let out some farts at the same time, but could tell she was empty also. I followed exactly what she did.

I laid there, staring up at the ceiling in a state of pure ecstasy. I was so worn out from how hard I came, and how fast my heart was beating thinking of how dirty I was being, I could barely move. I couldn’t believe what I had done that night. Not only was it completely disgusting, but it was also so messy, I knew I would have a lot of cleanup to do. This was the part I dreaded.

This night was a very important part of my journey of self discovery. It let me know how turned on I could get over something so insanely taboo, and how much fun it could actually be. I got away with it, too.

Later on the next day, after I managed to clean the sheets and covers, my roommate actually told me she thought there was a sewage problem in our dorm because there was a weird smell! Hahahahahahhaahhahahaha! I laughed so hard to myself that night.

There will be many other nights like this, I can promise. After writing about what I did, I had to resist the temptation to masturbate several times. I might’ve slipped a hand down occasionally in some of those really detailed parts though… and I definitely couldn’t help but pushing just a bit, teasing myself. I wouldn’t be surprised if my panties are a bit messy right now, but oh well!

I hope you all enjoyed this, and I look forward to posting more of my dirty adventures I plan to have in the future!

Love, Misty

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I spent the better time of my high school years in detention. I just couldn’t seem to keep myself out of trouble. Hell, that was why I graduated a year late, because I never could seem to get to school enough to get the grades I needed to get outa good old St. Francis High. That was until the first day of school in what would be my last year of high school. That was the day Sister Mary Beth and Sister Anne came into my life.

I was sitting outside Father Frank’s office as usual, because I showed up late for school. I was outside behind the church getting my girl to suck my dick when the bell rang. If they thought I was going to give that up to go to home room they were crazy. I blew my nut in her pretty mouth and bolted into the building, but that ass fucking priest caught me before I got to class. He never did anything to me, but I knew a couple of boys that were afraid of him, and that made everything clear to me, still I tried to act like I had no real hatred of the guy, after all one call to my mom and I would be sunk.

“Come in here” he said as I stood up. “you and I are going to get a few things straight.”

“You will graduate this year boy. Understand!” He pace the room then turned to look at me. “You are eighteen years old, time to grow up. Get to class!”

That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, so I just blew it off and went to have a smoke in the photography room. The room was dark and I went to the window and lit up. I loved to skip class, but I tell ya, that smoke was going to be my last during class. I just hadn’t known it at the time. I flicked the smoke out the window, and was about to leave when the door opened and a nun walked in. I was busted again.

“What are you doing?” she said as she closed the door behind her. (I never saw her lock it)

“Um” I stammered “Nothing”

“Smells like smoke in here.” She walked up to me and I finally got a good look at her in the dim light. She had green eyes and I could see some very red hair peeping out of her habit. She looked to be only 5ft tall and I would be shocked if she more than 22 or so. If she wasn’t a nun I would have thought she was hot.

I finally got the nerve to say something smart “So!” I then realized how dumb I really was. This nun had really managed to stun me and tongue tie me.

“Good one, learned that from a two year old didn’t ya?” She walked over bornova escort to the window and pointed out the window. As she did this, she bent a bit and showed off the shape of her body. She was built! I had never seen an ass that nice. Not even on Kim my girlfriend. I always thought I was lucky to have her cause she was hot, but I never saw her ass look that good. And Kim played softball at the local community college.

“You know a funny thing happened when I came to work today. I saw a young man getting oral sex behind the church. She wasn’t in uniform and I would venture to think that she wasn’t a student here.” she smiled at me. “So when I went to see Father Frank I asked who this young man could be. He told me that it was a kid he liked to call the hellion, and that come hell or high water he was going to be rid of him.”

She chuckled, “I think Father Frank is worried about his soul.”

“Um” was all I could say. Damn she had me rattled.

She walked over to me and looked up into my eyes. “Are you the hellion?”

“Um, well I…I mean yes….I am Sister.”

“Good, I like to a challenge.” She turned around and I swear her hips swayed as she walked. I know they didn’t when she walked in, but they were at that point. I watched her lean out to look out the window and felt my dick getting hard. I wore my pants lose, so if she turned around I was sure to be busted. “What would you say if I said you will be on time to school everyday from now on?”

“I’d say Fuck You,” I said automatically.

She didn’t seem to hear me, “I think I can get you to be the perfect student.”

Her ass swaying as she still looked out the window.

“Sure you can.” I said sarcastically.

“You will meet me here everyday before homeroom, and we will begin our goal to get the Hellion out of this school and on to college.” She turned around and looked at my crotch, almost like she knew I would be hard. She walked over to me swaying, her breast heaving under her blouse. They were small and perfect.

Grabbing my belt she undid it and opened my slacks and said, “First lesson.” She reached down and grabbed my dick and stroked it, I closed my eyes as she did. “You like that don’t you?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t lie to a nun.

I watched as she lowered herself down to her knees and said, “Let me show how bostanlı escort I pray.” She wrapped her hand around my shaft and licked the tip, precum all over it already. I must admit that Kim sucked dick poorly, and by the way she was holding my dick I knew I was finally going feel what a real blowjob was like.

Her mouth wrapped around my dick and slowly she took all of me into her mouth. All the way down to the balls. I was in heaven. Her head bobbed up and down in a blur of black and white. She played with my balls as sucked me. “Mmmmmph’ mmmmm’ mmmmph,” came from her mouth as she took all of my 8inches in her mouth.

I heard the bell ring, and people starting to move outside. No one was do into the photo room, but I thought that I would get caught. My nervousness turning me on even more. I couldn’t believe that I was getting sucked off by a nun. I started to push my pelvis toward her, feeling the back of her throat every time I did. I was in heaven.

All the sudden I saw a burst of light, and I felt my cum rushing out into her mouth. I had always told Kim I was coming so she could pull her head away, but she never sucked me like that. God, I never even saw it coming. My knees got weak as I held the Nuns head filling her mouth full of my spunk. Finally unable to stand anymore I slid down into a nearby desk. “Praise Jesus.” she said with my cum dripping out of her mouth still.

“Umm who are you?” I finally said as she fixed her habit straight.

“I am one of the knew nuns here at this school. Sister Mary Beth too you.” She stood up and then smiled. “You’ll make it here early tomorrow right? We have to make sure you get your lesson each day.” She winked, “In return for good behavior of course.” She turned and walked away from me like nothing happened. There was no sway in her hips.

I got my pants in order and looked at my schedule, I had to make sure I behaved myself the rest of the day, I knew that I had to see if Sister Mary Beth was for real the next morning. I ran down the hall and tried to slip into the class. Busted again. The nun teaching the class had her back to me as she said, “You are late.”

“Sorry, won’t happen again.” I said quietly watching the people in class stare at me, waiting for me to say something nasty to her. What could I say to them about my answer. “Hey if I make it buca escort to class I will get a blowjob from a nun everyday.” I just slid into my seat.

She turned around and looked at me, “ I bet you’re the hellion, well you and I would have been in a bad state if Sister Mary Beth hadn’t stopped by and told me you would be late.” She smiled. I could see that just like Mary Beth, she was a pretty girl under that habit and lose blouse. She was taller and a bit bigger in the middle than Mary Beth, but all and all, I thought she more than likely had a great body too. I can see that her breast were much bigger, and I found myself wondering what she would like with my dick in her mouth. God! I was so going to burn in hell.

I sat there and paid attention to her every move as she told us about the history of the fucking church. I kept thinking about sex, and I guess cause she was right in front of me I was thinking about it with her. I pictured my cock in her mouth as she fingered her pussy, slurping and sucking on my dick. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear the bell ring.

“Hellion?” I heard. “I know it is your first day of school, but you have to get with it. Sister Mary Beth will be cross if you continue to shirk.” I could tell she knew. Oh my god she knew. “I think it will be ok today, but tomorrow you will have to do better. I don’t think you want us to get angry with you.”

“Us?”

I noticed that we were alone. She walked over to the door and closed the blind and locked the door. As she walked back to me she started to take off her blouse exposing those big tit’s in a very plain bra. “I saw you looking at them. You can’t think that I was going to let her have all the fun with you.” She leaned over and kissed my mouth, slipping her tongue in my mouth as she did. I felt her grab my hard dick and start to stroke it. My hands went to her ass, I felt her body quiver as I rubbed it. I stood up suddenly.

“What is this shit!” I blurted out.

“Incentive, nothing more.” she said as she removed her bra. She pushed me back to the wall and got on her knees. She pulled out my cock so quick that I swear she didn’t even take off my belt, but she did. The next thing I knew I was between her tits fucking them harder than I ever fucked a pussy. It took no time all to finish shooting what little cum I had left onto the nun’s big tits. I suddenly realized I had no clue what her name was. Damn, I had never done anything sexual with any girl without a name before. I did it twice that day. Looking up I saw her name was Anne, she had written it on the board. I was so spent that I wanted to sleep for a week.

I was so hoping the next day would be as fun.

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He turns off the lights… and undresses you. You said he could do whatever he wants… and this is what he wants. You cross your wrists, and he swiftly ties them in front of you. How long had he been practicing these knots? Naked, bound, and in the dark, you feel the cold wetness of an intimate personal lubricant applied between your cheeks… foreshadowing things to come.

His hands caress your bare skin. Shoulders, hips, arms, bottom, and breasts… his fingertips brush against all of them in turn. They all ripple with goosebumps. Then, from behind you, he places a hand on your neck. He’s not strangling you, but his grip is firm, and he starts to guide you back. You soon feel the hot firm flesh pressing against your bare bottom. He wiggles your hips back and forth, as “It” finds it’s place, and you are pulled back again.

Without any way to resist, you submit to this part of his fantasy. You bend forward slightly, opening your self up to his invasion. You know it’s going to happen anyway. It’s inevitable. You feel the warm, bulbous head pressing against your tight pucker, as his other free hand reaches around, and fondles your breast. It holds it firmly, and then, along with the hand at your neck, begins to pull you back a little more firmly, pressing “It” into your ass… You try to not be nervous, and not tighten up, but the anticipation is strong, and you are a little nervous.

As you slowly exhale a long, deep breath, you feel your muscles start to relax, and you begin to stretch, letting him in. You feel it slowly and insistently slide into you… impaling you. As you feel his body close to yours, you begin to think he is done… until the hand at your throat pulls you backward, basmane escort and off balance. As you fall into a reclining position on top of Him. Your own weight drives “It” even deeper into you. You gasp at the sensation… but don’t retreat from it. You embrace the taboo… the “naughtyness” of it. The sensation of being sodomized…. of having his rod driven deep into your most forbidden areas. You find yourself grateful for the generous application of lubricant he gave you… and try not to think that he only put so much on, because he liked rubbing your ass.

The hips under you begin to thrust softly beneath you, and you feel It’s length moving deep inside of you. His hand is still at your throat, holding you tightly. His other hand now gropes, and clutches at your breasts. Squeezing them… playing with them… pinching you nipples sharply… pawing your tits like an animal. It moves from breast to breast, fondling each ample globe in turn. Roughly grabbing and tugging on your nipples so hard, you are sure it should hurt and be unpleasurable… but instead you are somewhat disgusted to find that you actually enjoy it. It does hurt…. but “in a good way”. That cliche suddenly has new meaning to you. Then His hand starts to move down, your chest and arms, down your bound hands, and across your soft belly.

The hand at your neck tightens, choking you lightly, and pulling your head to the side. His teeth soon bite the tender exposed skin of your throat. And His hips continue to thrust beneath you… His free hand forces its way between your thighs, and pushes them open. Pushing down on your pelvis as he thrusts his cock into you… he drives bayındır escort It deeper into you than you had ever imagined it could. You would scream… yell… make some kind of noise… except for his hand, choking you more firmly. You can still breathe, but he’s not making it easy. He wants you to feel powerless, and submit… and so do you.

His coarse fingertips fumble with the wet folds of your intimate flesh. He spreads his fingers, and spreads you open like a whore in cheap porn. Even tho no one can see it in the darkness, you can still feel it, and enjoy the feeling of being handled whore.

As you feel his fingers being shoved into you with a wet squish, his teeth come down hard on your throat, and his hand tightens further. Ages of vampire fantasies start coming to mind. You are now completely his. Unable to breathe, and double penetrated, and unable to resist. As his fingers reach the limit of your depth, you revel in the massive fullness of his hand in your cunt, and his cock, fully and completely up your tight ass. Your legs kick somewhat instinctively, but can’t find the ground. You can’t even stand on your own two feet, so you give into him a little more.

His grip eases, and you gasp for breath. The pace of his hips quickens, and you feel your breasts, and your whole body jiggle on top of him. Grunting and gasping now, he kisses, licks, and chews at your neck. His fingers grind your clit as he mercilessly pounds away at your ass. Faster and harder with each moment. You feel like you would slip off, if you weren’t already impaled on him.

You don’t want to cum. You don’t want to give him that satisfaction. It’s the bayraklı escort only resistance you can offer, being otherwise bound, in the dark, and being fucked in the ass. But as you are bound in the dark… there is very little you can actually do to resist cumming. Despite yourself, you hear some soft whimpers escape your lips. You realize how helpless you sound… and it only adds to your excitement.

“It’s time…” he whispers in your ear. Then his large, strong hand clamps down on your soft throat. You know he now won’t let you go until he cums. Part of you hopes you can cum too… before he chokes you unconscious. Part of you still wants to resist. Part of you wonders what happens to you if it takes too long…

Now as he’s mercilessly finger-fucking your dripping wet cunt, and thrusting his long shaft up your tight ass, you can’t help but feel an orgasm building… Reveling in the submissive whore-ishness… you feel him start to tremble… and you feel the first spasm of his cock deep inside you. You know that with every spasm, he is filling your bowels with his fluids… and that last depraved thought pushes you over. Light-headed from the choking, the single most powerful orgasm you can remember wracks your body. Every muscle in your body tightens, making the abuses of your ass and pussy that much more intense. Unable to scream, or raise your arms, or even breathe, you cum silently.

Just as you start to fade out, he releases your throat. You cough once or twice, and begin panting heavily. He flips you onto your belly like a rag doll, and very slowly, withdraws from your now aching ass. You shudder from several “aftershocks” as he does. For the first time, you realize how wet you really were… as you notice everything is soaked. But you don’t mind. He unties your wrists, and they fall limply to next to you, as you are too exhausted to even lift them. He then, kisses your beautiful, round, bare ass, lays down beside you, and whispers,

“Goodnight”.

And it was…

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