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I met Gabrielle on a music festival where I played with my band. After our gig she complimented me on our show and we started to chat. She was over from the UK and stayed with friends in Amsterdam. I was impressed by this pretty redhead, dressed in a bit of a Lolita style with ultra black make up, a cute red tartan skirt and huge boots over fishnet boots. We directly had a click and she started telling about her life in London. It appeared she was a professional corset maker. She showed me some pictures of her work on her IPhone.

“Wow, that’s really cool,” I said as I looked at some glamorous pictures of gorgeous girls, dressed in lingerie and Victorian corsets, “it must be amazing to wear one of those.” She showed some more pictures until there was a picture of a blonde girl in a purple latex dress. Hypnotized I murmured, “Mmmm, that feels so good.”

She looked me straight into my eyes. “How do you know?”

I blushed and stammered that maybe I had some experience in that field.

“Interesting, tell me more,” she teased.

For some reason I couldn’t stop myself and told Gabrielle all about my secret life as Irene, blushing all the time. I told her that my girlfriend didn’t know, that I dressed up quite often, taking pictures of me and posting them on Flickr.

She looked me up and down. With a bit of amused disbelieve she said, “I’d really like to see that.”

I shrugged and thought, ok, what the heck and showed her my Flickr page on my phone.

Now it was her turn to be stunned. “Oh wow, is that really you? You are so cute! And do you do your makeup yourself? And those outfits, where do you get them?”

I nodded shyly. “Thank you, I learned doing makeup from YouTube, I have some stuff and wigs in a secret stash and I borrow most of the clothes and shoes from my girlfriend, we have about the same size.” I blurted out.

“And you say you’ve never been out as Irene! That is such a shame. You should go to parties all dolled up. It would be so much fun!”

I told her that I just didn’t dare to go outside because I was afraid that somebody would recognize me. I had dreamed of going to Tgirl parties and makeovers in other citiesin Holland but the truth was that I just couldn’t find the courage to do so…

“Well, maybe Irene should come over to London and spend some days at my place. I’m sure she’ll love it,” Gabrielle said.

“You mean, stay at your place as a girl?” My knees suddenly became very wobbly.

“Yes sure, why not. It will be fun. I’ll dress you up and we’ll go out with my friends.”

My heart was racing, my mouth felt dry and I didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s set a date now otherwise you’ll chicken out. Shall we say Thursday the 25th of August? There’s nice Goth party that Saturday. I’ll take you to it.”

I nodded, still a bit stupefied. Her friends called that their taxi was leaving. Quickly she wrote her mail address on a flyer, kissed me on the lips and ran off. “See you in London, Irene!”

In a state of shock I went to my band mates to bring our gear to the van. The bass player said, “Are you ok? I saw you talking to that chick; did she make a move on you or something?” The drummer just chuckled.

“Sort of,” I said meekly, and I was very quiet on our way home.

A month later I sat in the Eurostar, on my way to London, with butterflies in my tummy. It had taken me some days and restless nights to work up the courage to mail Gabrielle. She replied sweetly that she had certainly not forgotten our meeting, that her flat mates also loved my photos on Flickr and that Irene was still welcome to come over to London. She would pick me up on Thursday the 25th, at St. Pancreas station at 7PM, after her work.

Flat mates? What the …?

I travelled lightly (“Don’t bring too many clothes, I’ll take care of everything.”) and arrived on schedule in London. Gabrielle was waiting on the platform, wearing a cute girly summer dress with sex hikayeleri biker boots, her red hair in a pony tail. She looked very pretty and bubbly and she was happy to see me. We kissed and she looked me in the eyes.

“Nervous?”

“No, not at all,” I bluffed with a coy smile which betrayed that this was actually the scariest adventure of my life.

“Don’t worry, Irene,” she said, “you’ll l love being a girl.” She took me by the hand and we walked to the tube. In the tube we chatted about her work, music, movies and gradually I started to feel at ease.

After half an hour of travelling we entered the place where she lived, an old house with two stories which she shared with her two flat mates, Debbie and Becca. They would be home later that evening so Gabriella said that we would have all the time for Irene to appear. Immediately I felt that sinking feeling in my stomach again.

We drank tea on the couch, although I felt I could use something stronger. Gabrielle had prepared a bath for me, and I relaxed in the warm rose-scented water. I took my razor out of my backpack and shaved twice until my face was completely smooth. After half an hour Gabrielle came in with a tube of Veet.

“Ok, honey, now dry yourself and put this cream all over your body, except for your pubic hair.”

I rubbed the foul smelling stuff all over my body, careful not to miss a spot. After ten minutes I scraped my skin and all hair came off, leaving my skin all smooth and rosy.

Suddenly Gabrielle came in. I felt embarrassed but she didn’t seem to mind at all, seeing me as nude as I had ever been.

“Mmmm, smooth as a baby, me likes,” she said, ” now stand still for the final touch.”

She took a razor and started grooming my pubic hair, just leaving a cute heart shaped patch above my cock. I just stood there, waiting what would come next.

“Ok, Irene, time for your boobies,” she said, went out of the bathroom and came back with a plastic bag and a spray can. She took out two fake breasts and sprayed them. She told me to stand still, cleaned my chest with a tissue and some alcohol and sprayed on some glue.

After a minute she took a breast form and pressed it against my chest. She admired the result and applied the second one.

“Wow, that’s a nice rack, Irene!” she said. “Cup C, I think. I guess the glue will hold for some days. And sorry for the nipples, but don’t worry, it will only give you more attention from the guys.” She laughed, but I wasn’t sure if I should laugh too.

I looked down and saw two completely natural boobies, firm and with enthusiastically erect nipples. Oh my god, what is happening to me…

Gabrielle handed me a dressing gown and said ,”Ok, Irene, now go to your room on the first floor and put on what I’ve layed ready for you on your bed.”

I went upstairs, feeling the cold air against my naked skin and with the strange sensation of the two boobs pulling on my skin and disturbing my balance.

In my room there where some clothes laying on the bed. A set of matching bra and panties in black lace and some hold-up stockings. The lingerie had a cute butterfly pattern and the panties had a little bow on the back. I put on the bra and was amazed how it fitted with my new set of boobies. I couldn’t help touching myself and admiring the feel and the weight of it. The panties came next. With some force I pushed my semi-erect cock between my legs and I pulled up the thong. The lace covered my pussy and the string went nicely between my ass cheeks.

The hold up stockings came next. I rolled them up and put them on, slowly enjoying the magical feeling of nylon against my smooth skin. I pulled them up as far as I could, playfully letting the elastic snap against my thighs. Oh my god, this feels so good, I thought.

I went downstairs again. Gabrielle heard me and admired me, “Wow, you’re looking hot, dear; now follow me to my room for your makeup.”

I porno hikayeleri followed her into a room which had the atmosphere of a boudoir, and was pointed to a low chair in front of a vanity table with a mirror.

“Relax, Irene,” Gabrielle said, “I’ll give you the make over of your dreams.” She put a large towel over the mirror. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

She went to work. After putting a nylon cap over my hair, carefully hiding every strand, she started plucking my eyebrows with tweezers in a thin, arched, feminine shape.

“Ouch, that hurts!” I yelled.

“Come on, Irene, don’t be a pussy,” she laughed, and, after she was satisfied, applied a foundation which felt cold against my shaven skin. After rubbing it in she dusted my face with a powder puff.

“Every famous painting starts with a canvas,” she said and went to work on my eyes. Eyeliner came first, heavy and black, ending in a small wing next to my eyes. Kohl was applied on my eyelids, on the inside and on the outside. Then she chose for a smokey eye shadow, working from light near my nose to very dark on the outside. Long false eyelashes came next. She applied a bit of white glue to them and she positioned them carefully on my upper eyelids with the tweezers.

Heavy mascara was applied on my lashes, boosting the volume until she was satisfied.

“Wow, you really have a feminine face Irene, it’s amazing.” She took a box with powder in different colors and a small brush and started contouring my face.

I felt amazing. This was what I had dreamed about and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me.

Gabrielle clearly enjoyed her work. Humming a tune (did I recognize You are beautiful?) she took a red pencil and started contouring my lips.

“You have nice soft lips, Irene; I’ll just make them a bit plumper to make them even more kissable.”

I smiled faintly and she took a red lipstick to fill in the contours. For the final touch she added some lip gloss to my lower lip.

“Do you want your ears pierced?” she asked, teasingly.

“No, that would raise questions back home, I guess.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, they’ll never notice,” she laughed, and took some large hooped earrings which she clipped on my earlobes. I shook my head and I liked the weight and the tingling sound.

“And now the moment of truth.” Gabrielle opened a box and took out a long blonde wig. She combed it, almost caressing it. She made me bow my head and put the wig on. She tucked, pulled and shifted a bit and stepped back to admire the result.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, with real amazement in her voice, “you’re not going to believe this!”

Butterflies in my tummy again. She adjusted some details and finally asked, “Are you ready, girl?”

My heart was trying to escape as she removed the towel from the mirror.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

From the mirror a pretty petite blonde stared back, her piercing blue eyes full of disbelieve. Her red kissable lips formed a barely audible “Wow…”

Her perky breasts looked sweet in a sexy lace bra and the strange thing was: they moved when I moved! Then I realized that this sexy blonde was actually me…

“Oh wow, Gabriella, what have you done,” I exclaimed, standing up from the vanity table.

Her eyes were big with surprise. “I have to admit, I’m a bit stunned myself.”

I examined the cute girl in lingerie and almost automatically tried out the poses I normally do for my Flickr photo shoots. I turned around, looked over my shoulder and enjoyed the view of long flowing blond hair almost touching the round and firm derriere. When I moved the stockings followed the shapely legs and the little bow on my bum playfully danced with every move I made.

Oh my god, the girl in the mirror was so hot! I felt an avalanche of emotions, soaking up the image of the girl in the mirror but suddenly I noticed that something seks hikayeleri was happening down there. I looked down and noticed a quite unfeminine asset trying to burst though the lace.

Gabrielle noticed it too.

“That’s not going to work, Irene.” she chuckled, “real girls don’t have bulges like that. Now let me help you taking care of that.”

She dropped on her knees, gently took out my cock from the lace panties and put it in her moist mouth. She slowly pulled and sucked with her red lips, meanwhile caressing my bum.

Here I was, dressed up like a hot girl, in a strange house in London, with a pretty redhead sucking my cock. I felt drunk and ecstatic, my head spinning. I thought I would explode and suddenly I did, in her mouth. She sucked the last bit of manhood from me and stood up. She kissed me fully on my lips, her mouth full of my own cum. Her tongue probed mine and I was surprised about the salty taste, something between oysters and French cheese… We kissed and kissed and kissed, tongues wrestling and swapping my juices. After what felt like ages, she pulled back.

“Now, how was that sweetie? You’d better learn to enjoy that taste if you want to be a girl,'” she said with a huge smile.

I swallowed. “That was amazing,” I said softly, panting and my head a turmoil.

She looked me deeply in my eyes and put a little kiss on my nose.

“Now, let’s get you finished before the girls get home. I want to show you off!”

Suddenly businesslike she said, “What do you normally do to tuck?”

“Tape.” I said, a bit embarrassed about spilling my trade secrets.

“That won’t be practical if you want to be a girl 24/7, but I borrowed something from a friend who is a professional dancer.”

She rummaged through the plastic bag and produced an odd garment.

“It’s called a gaff,” Gabrielle said and instructed me to take off my panties and let me don the gaff. I put my now deflated manhood in a little pouch and pulled it between my legs. I admired my amazing smooth mons pubis, with only the small patch of public hair on display. I put on the panties again, enjoying the snug feel of lace between my ass cheeks.

“I just read on my Whatsapp that I have to work tomorrow,” Gabrielle said, “We’ll have to get up early so I can dress you up for the day and do your makeup, so I gueass we better stay in for tonight. Anyway, the girls will be in any minute. Now let’s see, what would be comfortable for you to relax on the couch?”

She went to a chest and took out some black satin pajamas. I put them on, feeling the soft smooth fabric against my skin and my stockinged legs.

Gabrielle tossed me a pair of black pumps.

“Better get used to heels, honey,” she said with a grin.

I put them on and expertly paraded a few steps in front of her.

“Wow, you’ve practiced, you naughty girl, you,” she laughed.

The front door banged and there was the sound of excited voices. Suddenly I felt nervous again.

Gabrielle saw it. “Don’t worry, they won’t bite, just nibble,” and we went over to the living room.

Debbie and Becca were coming in, stared at me and started to scream.

“Oh my god, you must be Irene! Cool to see you! Gab, what have you done with her, she’s so effing cute! And those blue eyes!”

I felt very shy but the girls quickly put me at ease. We sat on the couch chatting with them making jokes about my alto voice and my Dutch accent. We drank some wine and I felt so good and so complete.

I drifted away a bit and absentminded enjoyed how Becca softly stroked my inner thigh. Slowly her hand crept up but Debbie said, “No you don’t Becca, the poor lass has had quite a day! Patience, love, we’ll have plenty of fun this weekend.”

The girls laughed. I was drowsy from the emotions and the wine. Gabrielle said, “I’ll bring you to bed, sweetie.”

She brought me to my bed, took off my heels and tucked me in. From a shelf she took an old teddy bear and put it in my arms. With a kiss on my lips she said, “Nighty night, Irene, beautiful girl.”

“Kussen en knuffels,” I murmured, smiling happily and sailed off to dream land, the words of Debbie blissfully going through my mind.

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The time is late, probably around midnight or so. The summer night has been kind do you as you walk through the park with not a soul around. The full moon gives you just enough light to find your way. As instructed by your master, whom you’ve never met, you await my arrival by the largest tree in the park, a large oak with plenty of smaller trees around it. As I instructed, you wait dressed in a long black coat and knee high black boots.

You stand with your back to the world as you examine the old tree. Before you realize what’s happened, you find yourself pressed against the bark. I keep you pressed as I lean in to smell your hair; clean, straight, just the way I love it. Your breath quickens, your heart beats faster. My mouth waters as the sweet smell of your warm flesh fills my nose.

I spin you around to stare into your beautiful eyes. This is the fist time we’ve seen each other in person after years of online communication.

“Hello Master,” you whisper to me.

“Hello my slave,” I reply, stroking your face. “I have much planned for you tonight.

“Like what?”

“You’ll see,” I say with a smile. “But for now, you are not allowed to touch me.”

I push you against the tree and rip your coat open. I like what I see. You’re wearing a red bra and matching red thong as well as black stocking under your boots. I press my body against yours and gently bit and suck your neck. You lift up your leg and wrap it around me. I cup your ass as I kiss your lips ever so lightly, ever so teasingly. You kiss me back, slightly harder, wanting me more and more with each passing second.

You feel my bulge pressing against your moistening pussy. I grab your throat and stare into your eyes again. I kiss you hard and bite your lower lip. Your breath quickens as I get more vicious. I bite your neck harder as I squeeze your breasts hard, turning them red. You softly moan as the pleasurable pain. Just as you are truly getting into my workings, I clamp my hand over your mouth.

I press my finger against your lips. As we wait, a couple joyfully walks by us, completely unaware of the obvious scandal. They stop and talk for a few minutes, gazing up at the night sky. I keep myself pressed against you. In case they do see us, they won’t see what you’re wearing. Eventually they move on, much to our happiness.

I continue where I left off. I rub your erect nipples through your bra and lick your warm breasts. With my free hand, I wrap my fingers around your neck and keep you pressed against the tree. Bahis Sitesi With my other hand, I feel down the rest of your body, running my fingers gently over your stomach, and into your thong.

I lightly tease your clit while I begin to suck on your neck again. You dig your nails into the bark of the tree. Then all of a sudden, I stop. You look at me with wanting eyes. I reach into my coat and pull out a rope. I tie your hands together as you stare at me. I loop the rope around a tree branch and pull until your arms are suspended above your head. Once your arms are secure, I being the real work.

I draw a knife from my pocket and cut your bra off. Your breasts fall out, plump and round. I pull one of them into my mouth and suck on your nipple hard. Without the help of the knife, I remove your thong by simply tearing it from your body. I rub your clit with two of my fingers, making you moan out in ecstasy. Your juices drip all over my fingers, making my cock harder and harder. I pull them out and shove them both in your mouth, making you suck your juices from my fingers.

I then turn you around so that your face is facing the tree. I rub your beautiful, ripe ass, then smack it as hard as I can. You yelp out in pleasure and giggle a little bit.

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

“Yessss,” you moan.

“Have you been bad?!” I yell at you.

“I’ve been so bad, Master!”

“Count, slut,” I command to you as I smack your ass harder.

“One, Master…”

“I can’t hear you!” I yell as I smack you again.

“Two, Master!… Three, Master!”

This continues all the way up to fifteen. By that time, your ass is a bright red that seems to glow in the darkness around us. You breathe hard and pant for the stinging sensation on your ass. I grab one of your tits from behind and squeeze hard. With my other hand I reach between your legs and rub your clit again. I turn you back around and get on my knees.

I throw both of your legs over my shoulders and gently lick the insides of your thighs before lightly licking your pussy. Your legs squeeze around my head as I shove my tongue deeper into your dripping cunt. I lick harder and faster, knowing that you’re close. Right when I feel you about to burst, I stop and pull away from you. I see the desire spread across your face, obvious as the moon on this warm night.

I stand up and look you in your eyes as I unzip my pants and let loose my throbbing erection. I pick your legs up and slowly slide my cock into Bahis Siteleri you. You take in quick, sharp breathes as my huge cock stretches your tight little pussy out. Once I get it, I slowly start to pump in and out. I grab your ass hard and start to speed up.

You moan in my ear as I go faster and harder. I start to thrust into you as hard as I can, slamming your body against the tree. I fuck you harder and harder, breathing heavily as I do. Your tits swing back and forth as I plow into you. I feel myself getting ready to climax. I dig my nails into your ass and bite into your neck as it comes. My cock explodes deep in your pussy, filling you up with my hot semen. I pull out of you and let your legs rest. As I watch, my cum seeps out of your pussy.

I untie your hands and let you fall to the ground. Not wanting the momentum to be interrupted, I grab a handful of your hair and pull you forward. Instinctively you open your mouth and take my entire cock down your throat. I don’t hesitate or start slow this time. Your wrap your lips around my dick and suck as hard as you can. You gag and nearly vomit as my cock touches the back of your throat. I moan loudly as you suck me off harder and faster.

I fuck your face harder and faster as you suck more and more. I smack your face to make you suck harder. Just as you do, I cum hard. My hot semen spills down your throat. As I pull out, it seeps out of your mouth and on your tits. You moan and try to catch your breath. But before you can, I pull you up by your hair and press you against the tree again.

I pick you up by your leg and shove my cock in your pussy. You wrap your arms around my neck to keep yourself levitated. I skip the slow stuff and immediately start pounding into you. I slam my cock in you harder and faster, slamming your body against the tree. You do everything in your power to stop yourself from screaming out in pleasure. I drop your legs and turn you around so that you are slightly bent forward. I then slide my dick in you once more and start pounding you.

“What’s going on over here!” a demanding voice calls.

Before we can stop, the light of a police officer flashes upon us. I pull out of you and put my cock away.

“Say nothing,” I command you.

I walk over to the man and pull him away. As you watch, we spend a few minutes talking. After about five or so minutes, we walk back over to you.

“Officer Reed is going to be kind enough to allow us to leave,” I tell you. “On one condition. You show Canlı Bahis Sitesi him how much of a slut you are.”

In the darkness, it is hard to make out his form, but from what you can tell, Officer Reed is a tall, strapping gentleman. He moves over to the tree as I pull you away from it. He unzips his pants and lets lose his member. Nearly as long as mine and just as thick. His thoughts of you have already made him stiff and prepared. He sits down at the base of the tree and waits.

“Go ahead, my slave,” I whisper to you. Without hesitation you get on your hands and knees and crawl over to him. You wrap your hand around his cock and slide your tongue up and down, licking around the head when you reach the top. You go down on him as deep as you can and suck as hard as you can. As you do, I move up behind you and start to finger your pussy, making it nice and juicy again.

I shove two of my fingers in your dripping hole, playing with our clit as I do so. You moan out as I pleasure you. The vibrations from your throat throw Officer Reed into ecstasy. He begins moaning as well. I go down and start to lick your pussy again, making you moan louder. Once I feel you are satisfied, I spread your ass and slide my cock in you once again. I fuck you at a medium pace, savoring the warmth of your cunt. You moan as I start to pump harder and faster, squeezing your ass hard. I reach up and grab your tits as I start to bang you harder. You scream with the Officer’s dick in your mouth and start to suck harder and faster. The Officer grabs the tree behind him as you drive him to the brink of orgasm. You grunts as he cums in your mouth. There is so much of it that you choke and have no choice but to spit it out. The Officer move out of the way to rest and once again it is just you and I.

I pull out of you and roll you over onto your back. I spread your legs and resume fucking my slave. I bend down and kiss and bite your neck. You wrap your arms around me and squeeze me tight. I grab your tits and kiss you deeply as I start to fuck you harder and harder. I sit up and put your legs in the air and continue the job. I watch your tits bounce back and forth with the rhythm of our love making. You scream out in pleasure and I bang you. I grab your tits just as I climax, filling your delicious little pussy with my cum.

I instantly pull out and dive between your legs once again. I lick your clit and your pussy, making you arch your back. I grab your legs and eat you out until you cum once more. Once you do, your body relaxes. I watch you breathe hard, tired and worn out. You beautiful body is enchanting. I realize I cannot let you return home. In your exhausted state, I pick you up in my arms, then carry you away into the dark of the night, leaving the unconscious Officer in our wake.

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This is a continued story of my experience with an online master that became a reality.

*****

He knelt in front of me pulling me closer to him as I whimpered through fresh tears, my fight seemingly gone out of me. Why oh why didn’t I just kick him away then, why didn’t I push him over, run out of the door, run, hide. I couldn’t call the police, I knew I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t scream for help, they’d just take one look at me looking like that and think I was, I, I was, well a pervert, a sissy, a, a, a, gay man arguing with my lover, it would be merely a domestic in their eyes and they would smirk and laugh at me, I couldn’t stand that humiliation. Anyway I was too scared to move, too weak and oh my god, I admit it, I felt too submissive to him, he had control over me and we both knew it. He slipped the metal ring around my stem, beneath my testicles, closing it tighter and tighter until it clicked shut gripping me painfully. The shiny curiously shaped silver tube with its odd little hole at the end was in his hand, hardly more than an inch long, I trembled to the core at the thought of it.

He wriggled it over me, squeezing my testicles painfully at any sign of a stupid arousal until he had crammed me into it, pushing it closer and closer to the ring, pushing enclosing me tightly, oh so tightly until the pin slid between the two. I yelped in trembling whimpering terror, I couldn’t survive like this, I couldn’t, yet there was a pressure from that awful device tight against and beneath the head of it tickling me arousing me, making me tingle and throb at its unyielding touch. He screwed the pin in place with a curious tool until he seemed satisfied of its tightness then sat back on his heels to look at me. He could see from the expression on my face the feelings it was already giving me, the feelings I was battling with, my knees coming together my thighs closing around almost hiding my silver clad…clit.

“Don’t worry Leanne, it’s designed to keep you aroused, wait until we put the vibe bullet in it you’ll love that, but for now, you’ll get used to it as it is, just think it’s my hand continuously tickling you there”

I whimpered loudly, my eyes closing as I battled with the mixture of pain and humiliating excitement it was giving me.

“I have plenty of other types we can try for fun too, even one which actually slips down inside your clit which I’m sure you’ll love.”

My head was screaming no, but I couldn’t concentrate to speak I was just trying to stop myself from wriggling my thighs and my bum, which the horrible thing seemed to be making me want to do, in reaction to the feelings it was creating within me.

Turning he lifted her off the bed and standing her up he undressed her, as he would a woman, murmuring to her addressing her with my wife’s name as he did so. He undid her skirt which he pushed over her hips, dropping it to the floor, rubbing himself erotically against her as he did. Slowly he proceeded to remove her clothes one by one in front of me, each time making a point of showing me what he had removed from my wife until she was naked.

“Kiss her Leanne, kiss your naked wife”

Struggling with my senses, my clit throbbing and buzzing in its tiny prison, I couldn’t stop myself, I hadn’t taken my eyes off them since he had lifted her off the bed. I tiptoed forward jojobet in a stupid, idiotic submissive reaction to his order and again found her in my arms, that rude tongue still sticking out at me.

“Hold your wife Leanne, kiss her and tell her you’re sorry.”

In a dream, I held her as he pushed her against me, her breasts against mine, the sheer material of my nightie all that was between us, my maddening nipples itching, wanting, as they touched hers. Stupidly I kissed her, holding her tightly, foolishly sucking her thick tongue again.

“Tell her Leanne, tell her you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry” I whimpered softly, my voice sounding idiotically childish.

“I think I will pierce your tongue Leanne, men will love you lisping in that sexy little voice of yours.”

A pulse was throbbing in my temple, the horror rising inside me again, my face flushed, “Nooo, nooo, please nooo.” I squeeked

“Yes, Leanne, oh yes, you have no choice, I am going to pierce your little tongue, they’ll love it when you lisp. Now kiss her again.”

Whimpering and tearful, as much frustrated with my own foolish aroused submissiveness as my hatred for him, I kissed her again, stupidly murmuring sorry to her between kisses as I did so. I heard him pull a chair over from its place in the corner, terrified at what evil he had planned next.

“Tell her you’re a gay sissy Leanne, tell your wife you’re a gay sissy.”

I glanced at him, pleading with my eyes, don’t make me do this.

“Tell her!” His shout made me jump.

“Sorry, sorry” I whimpered frightened by his explosion.

“Look at her and tell her, you slut.”

I looked at her, into that face with the piercing green eyes and that protruding tongue.

“I, I, I’m a, a, a gay sissy” I whispered

“Say her name, tell your wife properly Leanne.”

I looked at him beseechingly, but his glare was enough, blushing deeply, my heart fluttering like a wildly beating wing in my chest, I looked at her again, looked into her eyes, those piercing eyes.

“Hazel, I I I am a a g gay sissy love.”

“Good girl, now kneel there” taking her from me, he pointed to the floor in front of the chair.

Unwillingly, in nervous embarrassment I knelt as he sat her in the chair beside me.

“Now let’s show her that you really are a gay sissy Leanne, let’s show her what gay sissies do”

I looked up at him feeling very afraid and confused, stupidly embarrassed by being made to kneel in front of them like this. He adjusted her position on the chair.

“There your wife can see you properly now, she can sit and watch what a gay sissy her husband really is.”

I glanced over at her naked lolling in the chair, those piercing green eyes seeming to be looking straight at me. I shivered yet my face was burning, my body trembling in an emotional hell, wanting it to stop, wanting him to just take her away and get out of my life. I sensed rather than saw him standing in front of me, the noise of his zipper like a knife cutting into my brain.

“This is what you want Leanne, isn’t it? This is what you need.” He pulled his already stiff member out inches from my face.

“Tea time, my little gay slut, time to feed you with your Masters seed again isn’t it Leanne? Time to pump more of my sperm into your stomach, build up my jojobet Giriş genetic being throughout your body’s cells, make you become more and more mine Leanne.” He laughed that horrible laugh of his, the head of his cock almost touching my lips.

I looked up at him tears welling up in my eyes again.

“Please nooo, please nooo.” I whimpered.

“Yes Leanne, oh yes” he laughed, his cock stiffening fully erect even as he did so, his whole domination of me obviously exciting him hugely.

“Now kiss my Cock, slut, show your wife, how much you love to suck cock.”

He rubbed it against my lips as I rocked evasively back on my heels, its kiss hot and wet, I opened my mouth to beg him once again to please stop this, to let me go, but my voice was chocked off in a gasp as he took advantage of my open lips and he thrust forward between them into my poor defenceless mouth.

“Now suck me, you gay slut”

I gagged trying my best to use my tongue to stop him, bringing my hands up to his hips to try to push him away, my clit locked in that tiny shiny hell was throbbing uncontrollably its pressure against me and suddenly I was lost. Unable to concentrate anymore, almost as a reaction I was sucking him in stupid submission, my hands turning soft on his thighs as he slipped his around behind my head pulling me onto him.

“Good girl, good girl, that’s it, suck your Master’s cock, show Hazel, show your wife, show her how much you love it, see Hazel, see how your husband loves sucking cock, she can’t get enough of it can she, she doesn’t want cunt anymore she is only interested in cock now, you can see what a gay sissy she is.”

His words fuelled my humiliation fuelled my submission, his cock slipping deeper into my mouth into my throat as I gasped for air on his throbbing twitching erection, his shining wet mushroom head in my throat, his eye opening.

“Swallow my seed slut swallow my cum, show your wife how much you want a man to fill you, show her how much of a gay sissy you are.” Suddenly his hot jets were spurting down my throat as I whimpered choking, consuming, tears were stinging my eyes, yet my throbbing clit was dribbling in its prison, dribbling onto my bare feet, hating yet accepting, I was surely lost.

He pulled his wilting manhood from my mouth with a rude plop, as if to say I’ve had my pleasure, now I can carry on.

“You can see hazel, you’ve lost your husband, he only loves cock now, he loves men, dreams of men”

I cowered in abject misery, looking at the floor shamefaced, ashamed, humiliated and embarrassed. Why oh why had I sucked him so readily, why hadn’t I pushed him away, told him to F off. I was adamant in my mind, I’m not gay, I am not. Yet I’d sucked him, yet I’d cum a stupid dribble over my feet, I was more and more confused, hating him, hating myself, hating the world. I was crying, great heaving sobs, it seemed I was crying now more readily than I’d ever cried in my life, tears coming more easily than they had ever come, I just sat there and sobbed my heart out feeling broken and lost.

He brought the glass of water to me then, tablets in his hand.

“Come on baby, take these, I’ll look after you, come on”

I took the tablets without question, still sobbing, allowing him to help me to my feet and lead me over to the bed, where jojobet Güncel Giriş he pulled back the duvet.

“In you get baby.” He actually sounded concerned.

I got miserably into bed and he pulled the duvet back over me.

“Go to sleep baby girl” his voice was soft, as he walked over to the window and drew the curtains, the cool shade lulling and easing the throbbing pain in my head, my eyes shut in an emotional exhaustion, shutting out the horror as I drifted off to sleep.

I almost slept right through that night, the darkness wrapping me in a cloak of comfort, half waking only once in a sort of dream when I thought I heard noises in the house. It was curious, small sounds at first, was someone breaking in? I was disorientated, no idea where I was, thinking I was in our bedroom as usual. I listened hard, eyes still closed, then realised what the noises were, it sounded like someone was having sex. My mind buzzed drunkenly, who could it be, where was the sound coming from? In my half dreamlike state I thought I recognised it, It almost sounded like my wife, I could have sworn that it was her voice, her moans and sighs, distinctive as she climaxed, the sounds seemingly going on and on and on. My heart began pounding at the thought, a jealousy starting to course through my veins. I finally forced my weary eyes open, I had to find out, I whispered her name softly, for fear of waking her up. “Hazel” struggling to lift my head a little I looked beside me she lay there quietly, as she always did, soundlessly sleeping. It must have been a dream all along. I relaxed feeling my heart still beating hard, yet with a tingle of arousal, thinking how much I loved wet dreams like that. Then the darkness and that deep drugged induced sleep sucked me in and claimed me once again.

The call, the shake of my shoulder dragged my weary wandering soul back from its peaceful rest, the realisation of who it was sending my heart into fearful unbelieving palpitations.

“Wake up you lazy little slut, you’ve got a busy day ahead of you.” I opened my eyes in shocked horror to see he was no dream.

” I’ve brought you a drink, drink it up, then get into that shower and get yourself clean and smelling nice” I sat up groggily suddenly aware that my boobs seemed to have grown even larger during the night, they were more than noticeable now, they were in the way. I gasped, a hundred thoughts and feelings racing through me as I struggled to come to terms with what he’d evilly done to me, yet it was what he had made me beg for in our on line chats. He walked around to the other side of the bed as I slurped at the drink, trying to clear my head.

“We’d better get your wife up to, hadn’t we? After all she doesn’t want to be in the way does she?” Before I could react He pulled back the quilt from her sleeping form and I gasped in shock and stupid realisation to see the doll, her eyes blue and piercing looking at me, her tongue hidden somehow in her mouth. I could have screamed, my eyes popping out of my head, he was grinning at me.

“I presume the happy couple slept well?” He laughed that awful laugh, then he pulled her out of the bed. She was dressed in a pair of men’s cotton pyjamas white with blue stripes, he stood her up, and slipping his hand between her legs he kissed her on her lips whilst he moved his fingers.

“I hope you slept well Hazel, now your gay sissy husband has a busy day ahead so perhaps you can wait in the kitchen.” He went out of the door with her, cackling rudely as he did, then he looked back at me.

“Shower now Leanne and quick about it.”

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Another summer, and another Hanson family picnic. This year, the Hanson’s held their annual extended family get together at the country farm of middle brother Douglas. The Douglas Hanson’s lived on a large spread, most of which they leased out as a working farm for growing crops. They, however, still had a large country house and a extensive patch of land where rocky soil, marshes and small ponds meant growing crops was not plausible.

Douglas Hanson and his wife Barbara had two children. Maria Hanson was 22, had recently completed university and was in the process of settling into a new job in Chicago. She had made the trip back to the farm for the reunion, though, along with her boyfriend Chris. Michael, Douglas and Barbara’s youngest son, was 20. He was still living at home while he was attending a local community college. Michael was tall and athletic, with dark hair, brown eyes and a bewitching smile.

The other two families attending the Hanson family picnic were those of Earl, Douglas Hanson’s older brother and Neville, the youngest of the elder Hanson boys.

Earl Hanson had a brood of children – five of them. One of those was his 20 year old son Graham. Graham was as tall as Michael, though slimmer of build than the muscular Michael. That isn’t to say that Graham wasn’t good at sports, but where Michael played contact sports like lacrosse and hockey, Graham concentrated on sports focusing on endurance and hand-eye co-ordination like tennis, running and rowing. Graham was also opposite in colouring to Michael, Graham was blond haired, blue eyed and fair skinned to Michael’s darker complexion.

Despite the differences, Michael and Graham has always gotten along, and they looked forward to seeing each other at the family picnics and family holidays. When they were younger, they spent a lot of time tormenting or trying to avoid Taylor.

Taylor was Neville Hanson’s youngest son, and was 18 years old. He had always looked up to his older cousins, who hadn’t often wanted some kid following them around. As Michael and Graham had grown up into fit, athletic young men, Taylor had remained small. Small, slight and thin, with fair skin, Taylor didn’t look much like his cousins. Taylor was still a bit of a mama’s boy, and his mother, a fan of long locks, kept Taylor’s auburn hair long and thick. There was more than a few occasions where someone referred to Taylor as “miss.” He was the polar opposite to his masculine cousins.

Despite their differences, the three boys were the closest in age to each other, and also at an age when hanging around with their parents, aunts, uncles and older cousins held little appeal. As the family party started to get going, the three boys snuck out and to the car shed away from the house. Above the shed was a second story where Michael kept a bit of a crash pad. He had gotten a few old couches and chairs and a stereo system to which he could attach his iPod.

Graham and Taylor looked around, while Michael lounged in one of the chairs.

“Nice place,” Graham said. He opened up a small fridge to find it filled with cans of beer. “Well stocked, I see.”

“Nothing but the finest,” Michael said, laughing, as he opened the drawer in a table beside his chair and pulled a CD case.

Graham, still poking around, opened up a cardboard box in the corner. He reached in and pulled out a sun dress. He held it up and showed it to Michael. “What’s this? You killing girls, stashing the bodies and keeping their clothes are souvenirs?”

Michael laughed. “Nah, man, that is just some old crap of my sister’s. Stuff for the charity bin, if I ever get around to taking it into town for her.”

Michael opened up the CD case, and put it on the coffee table. Inside was some rolling papers and a baggie filled with dried, green leaves. “Now,” he said, “what do you boys say to a little toke?”

Michael, Graham and Taylor passed around the joint as latest Foo Fighters album played on the stereo.

“Man, these family get-togethers are lame,” Michael said.

“Come on, man. At least we get to hang out,” Graham said. “It’s cool to see you. I hardly see you any more at all. Remember as kids, when our folks used to rent that big old cottage on Lake Spruce, and we would hang out for a month, that was cool.”

Michael passed Taylor the joint. “Yeah, and Taylor used to try and follow us around all the time,” Michael said, laughing. “We’d swim out as far as we could to try and lose you, Tay. You aren’t much of a swimmer, man.”

Taylor released his breath with a slight cough, smoke filtering out from his mouth. “I’m a better swimmer now,” Taylor said. “I’m on the swim team at school. Won a gold at county in the 200 metre. Probably whip both your asses in a race now.”

“Fuck off, Tay,” Michael said. “You couldn’t beat us. Graham anchored his team in high school that won the gold at regionals, and as for me… Well, look at me,” Michael flex his muscles. “I am just too awesome for you to beat.”

Taylor passed the joint to Graham and laughed. “We’ll never Betturkey know. Too bad you don’t have a pool here,” Taylor said.

Michael jumped up. “Forget a pool. We can go to the big pond. It’s about a quarter of a mile across. That’s about 400 metres. We’ll race across, from one side and back. 800 metres, any stroke you see fit. First back to shore wins.”

With that Michael, Graham and Taylor set out for the big pond. As it was more than 3 miles away, they took the all terrain cycles (ATCs) to get there. There were only two of the ATCs, so Michael rode away on one while Taylor wrapped his arms around Graham as Graham drove the second.

Half stoned as they were, no one thought about the fact that no one had anything to swim in until they reached the pond.

“Fuck it, we can go naked,” Michael said.

Graham nodded. “Much like the Olympians of the ancient Greek games,” he said. Michael looked askance at Graham. Sometimes Michael was suspicious of Graham’s intelligence, but as he had agreed the plan was hatched.

The three boys stripped off their clothes, and approached the water.

Michael shook his limbs, trying to wake them up for the swim as he had seen the swimmers on TV do. He was not a typical swimmer, his frame quite muscled with large arms and thick legs. His already dark skinned was tanned from already spending as much time outside as he could. His legs and arms were well muscled, with dark black hairs. His chest was large and jutted out, a strip of dark chest hair running down to navel. His penis was surrounded by a thick patch of dark hair.

Graham, on the other hand, was the typical swimmer. Slender but well toned, his body had little in the way of hair. His arms and legs were long and lean but powerful, and his torso showed no traces of fat. His abs were toned into a six pack. Graham bent down and touched his toes, then stood up and hopped on the spot. His penis bounced up and down as he hopped, surrounded by a patch of blond, curly hair.

Taylor looked like a little boy next to his two cousins. A foot shorter than the others, and his body was small and smooth without a hint of hair except for a small, wispy patch of blond-brown hair just above his penis. His legs and arms were thin and undefined, and his chest and stomach flat without a hint of pectoral muscles or abs. He slapped at his arms nervously, aware that his exaggeration about his swimming career was about to be exposed. He had won a medal in the 200 metres, but it wasn’t at the county-wide games, and it wasn’t on the varsity team.

Without warning, Michael yelled, “go,” and jumped into the water and started quickly swimming away.

“Cheating fucker,” Graham called out, before jumping in, followed quickly by Taylor.

Graham hadn’t been on the swim team for 2 years, but kept in shape at university by going to the pool four times a week, and overtook Michael before they were half-way across the pond. Michael was a natural athlete, but not a natural swimmer, and soon Taylor was catching up to him.

Graham reached the far bank and made the turn to come back. 200 feet away, Taylor was just passing Michael as they still swam on their first leg.

Graham reached back to the starting point well ahead of the other two. He sat in the shallow water and let the sun dry his torso as he watched Taylor swimming ahead and Michael falling back.

Taylor easily came second, having enough time to sit down beside Graham and catch his breath before Michael, breathing heavily, made it back to shore.

Graham and Taylor said nothing as Michael climbed out of the water, but just smirked. “Yeah, well, swimming is for pussies anyway,” Michael said. “I’d beat you at a real sport, like hockey, football or…”

Michael paused, looking up for a second. “What other sport would I beat you at?” he said. “Oh, I know… WRESTLING!”

At the same time he yelled out wrestling, Michael lunged forward and grabbed Taylor, lifting him up by his arm and leg, and tossing him out into the deeper water. Michael laughed, and then lunged after Taylor. Taylor ducked out of the way as Michael’s body hit the water with a splash.

Graham jumped up and followed the two other boys into the water, diving under the surface and cutting Michael’s legs out from under him.

They splashed and wrestled in the water for twenty minutes. Much of the time Graham and Michael spent picking up Taylor and throwing him as far as they could. Taylor, so much smaller and lighter than the other two, made for an easy missile to throw. All three spent much of the time laughing.

Michael was the first to climb out of the water. “Come on, let’s get back,” he said.

Taylor started to swim back to the short, but he noticed Graham hesitated in the water until Michael had turned his back. Taylor paused and watched. As Michael dried himself with his shirt, facing away from the pond, Graham quickly pulled himself out of the water and quickly ran over to the ATC where his clothes were. Taylor watched Betturkey Giriş as Graham quickly pulled on his jeans, forgoing putting on his boxer shorts. As Graham pulled on his jeans, he turned around and Taylor saw that Graham had a full hard-on.

Taylor blushed. He admitted that he had felt stirring in his groin as his two cousins had laid their hands on him and tossed him around in the water. The horse play had been enough to turn Taylor on. Luckily for him, his penis was small and soft, even when fully aroused, so neither of his cousins would have noticed. However, now Taylor saw that perhaps he hadn’t been the only one who had enjoyed the experience. He was confused as to what that mean.

Michael pulled on his jeans, leaving his boxer shorts off as well. Neither Graham nor Michael put on their shirts. Taylor got out of the water and pulled on the pair of shorts he had worn today, and his t-shirt.

Michael hopped on his ATC and took off, bare chest being pounded by the wind.

Graham got on his ATC. Taylor noticed Graham had turned quite red. Taylor took the seat behind Graham, and wrapped his arms around his torso. Taylor’s slender arms held tightly to the muscled stomach of Graham. Taylor felt Graham shiver slightly as Taylor touched him. Taylor merely swallowed hard and closed his eyes. The ATC roared to life, and they sped away.

Back at the car shed, and the three boys climbed up Michael’s getaway. Michael sat down in a chair, while Graham lay himself out on a couch. Taylor sat on another couch, looking a bit uncomfortable.

“What’s the matter, Tay?” Graham asked.

“My clothes are soaked. I should have dried off, I guess,” he said. “Mike, you have anything I could change into?”

Michael laughed. “Guess you could put on one of Maria’s old dresses,” he said, pointing to the box of charity clothing in the corner.

Taylor laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, whatever.”

Graham sat up. “Now wait a second, as the winner of the swimming race, surely that means I get some sort of prize,” he said. “A dare that you have to do. One from each of you. And I’ll start with you, Tay. You need to put on some of Maria’s clothes.”

Taylor blushed. “No way.”

Graham nodded. “Yes, that’s your punishment. You swim like a girl, so now you have to dress like one too.”

Michael giggled. “Yeah man, dress like a girl.” Michael, the pot still impacting his though patterns, couldn’t see that by agreeing with this dare, it would eventually lead to him having to complete a dare. Michael’s stoned mind just thought it would be funny.

Graham jumped up and rummaged through the box. He pulled out a number of items. A black set of panties and matching black bra, “as a base,” he said. A sundress, “for a demure look.” A short tartan skirt and a white blouse, “for the slutty schoolgirl in all of us,” he laughed.

Taylor just turned bright red.

Graham threw the sundress over to Taylor. “Come on Tay, put it on,” Graham said.

“No way,” Taylor said.

Graham looked over to Michael and raised an eyebrow. Michael nodded, and then lunged at Taylor. Michael grabbed Taylor, holding back his arms. Graham grabbed Taylor’s shorts, and pulled them off, exposing Taylor’s small cock. Graham grabbed Taylor about his waist. Michael released Taylor’s arms and wrestled off Taylor’s shirt.

Taylor, naked, squirmed away from Graham’s clutches, and bolted across the room. Michael chased after him, grabbing him. Graham threw the dress over Taylor’s head, and forced Taylor’s arms through the arms holes.

“There we go,” Graham said, jumping back. “Pretty little female Taylor.”

Michael released Taylor, and Taylor ran to the other side of the room. He turned back towards his two older cousins.

Graham and Michael were actually shocked. With his slender body, slight facial features and long auburn hair, he looked quite feminine, and with the dress on, he would be easily mistaken for a girl. Graham and MIchael just stared silently.

“I am taking this off,” Taylor said.

“No way,” Graham said, and he and Michael ran towards Taylor. Graham wrestled Taylor to the floor, sitting on his chest and holding down Taylor’s arms. Taylor kicked his legs, turning to buck his way out of Graham’s hold.

“Get his legs,” Graham yelled at Michael. Michael fell to his knees, and sat on Taylor’s legs.

Taylor struggled for a moment, but realised he was trapped. Resigned, he settled down. Taylor looked up, seeing his cousin Graham’s naked chest and flat stomach, and gazing further down, Graham’s jeans. Taylor couldn’t help but notice bulge in Graham’s jeans, his cock was hard and pressing against the fabric of his jeans.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little girl,” Graham sad softly, leaning forward slightly, his groin moving closer to Taylor’s face.

Taylor wasn’t sure why he did it, but was just filled with desire. Taylor leaned his head forward, opened his mouth and put it on his cousin’s cock. Taylor ran his mouth up Betturkey Güncel Giriş and down the outline of Graham’s cock.

Graham was silent, but didn’t make a move to stop Taylor. In fact, after a moment he released on of Taylor’s arms, and undid his jeans. Graham pulled down the zipper of his jeans and released his cock.

Taylor took the tip of Graham’s cock in his mouth, massaging it with his lip and tongue. Graham pressed his hips forward, pushing his cock further into Taylor’s mouth. Taylor’s lips slide down the shaft of Graham’s cock.

Graham moaned.

Michael, sitting on Taylor’s legs, couldn’t see Taylor’s face or Graham’s cock, so at first was unaware of what was going on. But when Graham moaned, and Michael noticed that Graham’s hips were moving back and forth, he realised something was up.

Michael moved off Taylor’s legs and peered around Graham. Michael saw Graham’s cock halfway covered by Taylor’s mouth.

“What the fuck,” Michael said, jumping back.

Graham pulled his cock out of Taylor’s mouth and jumped up. Taylor, shocked, just lay on the floor.

“Was he just sucking your dick,” Michael asked Graham, and then turned to Taylor, “Were you just sucking his dick?” pointing at Graham.

Taylor turned a million shades of red as he lay on the floor with a sundress on.

Graham was silent for a moment, his jeans still undone and his hard cock still exposed. After a moment, Graham regained his composure. “Sure, yeah,” Graham said. “he was sucking my cock. That was his punishment for losing the swimming race. To be a pretty little slut and suck cock.”

Michael stood dumbfounded.

Taylor slowly stood up. He was still embarrassed, and become more so when he realised his small cock was hard and could be seen poking out from under his dress.

Graham smirked. “In fact, you also lost the race,” Graham said to Michael.

Michael’s eyes opened wide. “I am not sucking your cock,” Michael said.

“No, no,” Graham said. “That’s for the little girl,” Graham said, pointing at Taylor. “No, your punishment is to have your cock sucked. By Taylor.”

Taylor’s mouth fell open. Taylor couldn’t believe that Graham just order him to suck Michael’s cock, but at the same time he felt his cock spasm and was surprised to find himself turned on.

Michael didn’t know what to think. “No, no,” he said, weakly.

Graham stepped forward. “Come on, you know you like a good blow job. And I can vouch that Taylor, our female cousin, gives a good one. Look at Taylor, what a pretty face. Tell me you don’t want those pretty, girlie lips on your cock.”

Graham turned to Taylor. “Taylor, go and give Mike head.”

Taylor found himself obeying. He walked forward to his cousin Michael. Michael just stood, motionless. Taylor walked until he stood in front of Michael, and then got down on his knees. He reached up, undid Michael’s jeans and pulled them down. Michael soft cock was exposed.

Taylor took the soft cock in his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down the shaft, and it started to harden. Soon Michael’s cock was hard, and Taylor started to bob his head up and down on the cock.

Michael groaned. He couldn’t believe how good Taylor’s mouth on his cock felt. Michael’s knees weakened, and fell back onto the couch. Taylor crawled forward and put his mouth back onto Michael’s cock, on all fours in front of Michael.

Graham watched as Taylor sucked Michael’s cock. Now on all fours, Taylor’s ass was in the air. Graham felt his cock stir again. He wriggled out of his jeans, and walked over to Taylor’s ass. Graham got down onto his knees, and pulled the hem of Taylor’s dress up over his hips, exposing Taylor’s ass.

Graham leaned forward and kissed one butt cheek, and then the other of Taylor’s ass. Graham stuck out his tongue, and ran it up and down the crack of Taylor’s ass. Taylor pushed his ass backwards and up against Graham’s face. Urged on, Graham stuck his tongue into Taylor’s ass.

Taylor moaned, though it was muffled by the fact that Michael’s cock was halfway down his throat. Taylor started wriggling his hips back and forth and Graham’s tongue moved in and out of his ass, the tongue stimulating the sensitive nerves of Taylor’s little boi-girl pussy.

Graham’s cock was rock hard again, and Taylor’s ass was sopping wet from Graham’s saliva. Graham pulled his tongue out of Taylor’s ass, and moved forward until his hard cock was pressing against Taylor’s asshole. Graham slowly pushed his cock forward, moving slowly into his cousin.

Taylor shuddered for a moment as Graham pushed into him, but once he was in, Taylor found himself pushing his ass back to take Graham even deeper. Taylor’s small cock grew harder, and started bouncing up and down against his stomach.

Graham started pumping faster and deeper into Taylor, gradually picking up speed and increasing the depth of the motion with each new thrust. Graham increased his pace, and soon was thrusting maniacally into Taylor, the sound of his balls slapping against Taylor’s ass.

Michael’s eyes were closed as Taylor moved up and down on his cock. Occasionally he would open his eyes and look down. Taylor’s long hair and the occasional glimpses of his slender face was enough to keep the illusion in Michael’s mind that he was getting sucked off by a girl.

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**Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in sex in the following story are at least eighteen years of age.

Apalachee Cloud squared off against Emily St. Martin, ready for this fight. It had been brewing for a few months now, ever since Christmas break ended. Emily had been teasing and taunting the overweight girl nonstop and Apalachee had decided to put a stop to it, once and for all. The students of Jack’s Creek High School crowded around, ready to see a fight and chanted, “Fight! Fight!” as Emily threw the first punch.

“All Right!” Mr. Brown thundered as he pushed his way through the throng and grabbed Emily by her shoulders and pulled her back. “Break it up! Break it up!”

Chapter 1

The two eighteen-year-old girls glared hatefully at each other as they sat in the classroom. The two-hour detention ticked by quietly, slowly. Finally, it was four thirty five and Mr. Brown waved them out of the classroom.

“Fucking lucky for you he showed up,” Emily hissed. “I’d have kicked your fat ass!”

“You wish, bitch!” Apalachee spat back. “I’d have killed you, no problem.”

“Yeah?” Emily challenged.

“Yeah,” Apalachee said and stopped walking.

“Well, not here and now now,” Emily sneered. “I got to get home.”

“Fine,” Apalachee said. “Saturday, down by the Bed. One o’clock.”

“Fine,” Emily said and glared at the girl.

“And, leave your little friends at home,” Apalachee said. “This is between you and me. Don’t want your little buddies jumping me.”

***

The Bed was the dry creek bed that made up what used to be known as Jack’s Creek. The small Louisiana town had sprung up around the tributary of the Atchafalaya Bayou and used to make its income from the crawfish that burrowed along the banks of the sediment rich creek. Water had not flowed through it for nearly eighty-three years, though. No water, no crawfish. Most of the three thousand residents of Jack’s Creek, Louisiana worked in Ellgee, the small town to the west of Jack’s Creek. Ellgee had access to Interstates 10 and 49 and therefore had a more robust economy than did Jack’s Creek.

When people in Jack’s Creek said they were going to town, they meant Ellgee. When they were going to Alexandria, the nearest large city, they said ‘Alex.’

***

“Like I need my friends to kick your ass,” Emily sneered.

Chapter 2

Apalachee let herself in to the small trailer she shared with her stepfather and began to cook their dinner. He would be home in an hour, so she worked rapidly. He stayed with the girl after her mother had died, but both knew that one day, Richard Blackfoot would pull up his stakes and travel wherever he pleased. He was, in Appalachia’s eyes, a good man.

***

Her mother had met Richard Blackfoot a few years after Appalachia’s father left them for a woman from Texas that talked about all the oil money she had Apalachee did not know if the woman spoke the truth or not; they’d never seen a penny from the woman or her father.

***

She finished the meal of pan-fried chicken and mashed potatoes and put the dishes into the oven to await Richard’s arrival. She sat at the kitchen table and did her homework while she waited. She thought back to the first time she met Emily St. Martin.

Chapter 3Both girls stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus that would take them to kindergarten. Both girls wanted to cry, but didn’t want the other girl to see them crying, so they stood there and sniffed back their tears. Neither girl saw their mothers standing behind the big oak tree, watching them.

Dawn Cloud and her husband were large boned people; Dawn tipped the scales at two hundred and seventy two pounds.

Mrs. St. Martin was a petite blonde; the two women couldn’t have been more different, yet both women smiled at each other in understanding as they watched their little girls.

“I’m Emily. Emily St. Martin,” the pretty blonde finally said.

“I’m Apalachee Cloud,” the pudgy girl said.

“Ape-what?” Emily asked.

“Apalachee,” Apalachee said slowly and clearly. She then recited what she had heard every day from the day of her birth. “I’m named after the proud Indian tribe that my ancestors belonged to. The roamed this land we now call ‘Louisiana’ and were a great Indian nation’ “

“Your what?” Emily asked. “What’s an insesor?”

“Ancestors,” Apalachee said. “That’s your grandparents and great grandparents.”

“Oh,” Emily said and looked down the gravel road again for the bus that was supposed to take them to school.

“Does that mean you’re an Indian?” she asked and looked at the pudgy girl. She did look kind of Indian, her long black hair done in braids, her skin a light reddish brown.

“Yes I am,” Apalachee said with pride.

“I wish I was too,” Emily said. “Do you get to ride Horsies? Do you live in a tent or anything?”

“No, my mommy and daddy and me live in a trailer,” Apalachee said.

Both mothers smiled and dabbed at a tear as the two girls held hands and climbed into the large yellow bus.

***

They sat together in their Betturkey classroom with the twelve other children, and when Apalachee had to stand and tell all the other children her name, Emily chimed in proudly with “And she’s a real live Indian!”

They ate their lunch together and held hands as they ran around the playground with the other children. This would be a trend repeated every day for the next ten years.

—-

As they grew older, Emily’s beauty grew. As they grew older, Apalachee’s weight grew as well. Emily found out that it was easier to make fun of Apalachee, to join the others in mocking her former best friend rather than defend her. Apalachee’s weight problem was genetic in origin, but the extra chocolate brownies with her lunch and the candy bars she was addicted to, along with the constant sodas and chips added to the problem. Thankfully, her skin was not prone to acne and she had the high cheekbones, piercing black eyes, and long straight black hair of her ancestors. Most had to agree, even with the nearly one hundred extra pounds, Apalachee was still a very pretty girl.

Chapter 4

Apalachee wondered what had happened that had made Emily escalate from the occasional catty remark or jibe to the outright animosity she was experiencing now. She racked her brain, but couldn’t find anything at all. She wanted a candy bar, but had firmly made a pledge to God that she would stop eating junk food and would start exercising. She wanted desperately to be slender, svelte. She knew that when people looked at her, they didn’t see the warm, loving girl underneath the flab. They didn’t see the intelligent, witty young lady. No, all they saw was the fat blob and that was as far as any of them ever got.

***

Emily St. Martin giggled as she recounted the events of the day to her boyfriend, Derek Hamilton.

“Yeah, the stupid cow says she’s going to kick my ass,” Emily said.

“Yeah, right,” Derek laughed. “You could run circles around her before she could even grab you once!”

Emily finally hung up after her mother called her for the fifth time to come down for supper. Emily didn’t give any further thought to her altercation with Apalachee. She did briefly wonder what she saw in Derek Hamilton, though. He was handsome enough, that was true, but he constantly talked about other girls, what he’d done with the ones he’d been with and what he’d like to do with the ones he’d not been with.

She’d not given in to his incessant demands for sex, even though she was not a virgin, knowing that if she did and she and Derek split up, his next girlfriend would hear all about it. Really, Derek Hamilton was kind of immature and brash.

****

His comments were what had sparked the animosity toward Apalachee Cloud. Derek had seen the girl ride by on her mountain bike, tanned legs pumping hard as the girl pushed herself harder and harder, trying to shed those damned pounds.

“Mother fucker, she’s got a nice set of tits!” Derek had said.

He then grabbed one of Emily’s small breasts and laughed as she squealed and slapped his hand away.

“Too bad you don’t have knockers like that, huh?” Derek had smirked, knowing that her small breasts were a thorn in Emily’s side.

****

After dinner, Apalachee cleaned the dishes and logged onto her laptop computer. Several new orders for her natural honey soap had accumulated since she checked them that morning and she quickly sorted out the orders and prepared them for mailing the next morning. The orders for her beeswax candles had not garnered any new orders, and the four from that morning were already on their way out to the clients of ‘Apalachee Soaps and Sundries.’

“Good night Proud Child,” Richard said as she walked past him toward the bathroom.

He had called her that from the first day they met and she proudly told him what her name meant.

“Well, then, you have a lot to be proud of, child,” he smiled. “You should be a proud child!”

Mother and child giggled at the silly man but Apalachee decided that Richard Blackfoot was a very wise man and would be a good husband for her mother.

****

Dawn Cloud Blackfoot died from the three packs a day cigarette habit she had. Two years after her death, the trailer still had the lingering smell of her cigarette smoke. Neither Richard or Apalachee smoked nor when weather permitted, they would open every window in the small mobile home, but it was as if Dawn was determined to always linger on in their minds.

Apalachee weighed herself as she stood, naked, in the small bathroom and fought down the urge to squeal. She had lost another four pounds. At five foot seven, she figured her optimum weight to be one hundred and sixty pounds and if this scale was right, she only had another forty-eight pounds to go.

She stepped into the shower and lathered up her body with a bar of her own honey soap. It made her skin feel clean, but not dried up like regular soaps did. It was moisturizing enough to facilitate dragging a razor along her long legs and her underarms. She had once considered Betturkey Giriş shaving the dark bush of hair that protected her slit, but decided against it. She remembered how proud and excited she had been when she first saw a few wisps of hair down there and still fluffed her fingers through the hair with some pride. Why shave that off?

As always, before she went to bed, she knelt by the side of her bed and prayed for the deliverance of her mother’s spirit to Heaven. She prayed for God to smile down on her and to protect her from those that would rob her of her heritage, of her pride.

****

Emily did not kneel by her bed, having nothing to pray for. Her parents said that they were Christian people, but that was a huge joke in her eyes. Her mother stayed at home and popped prescription pills by the handful while her father went to work and screwed his lover of seventeen years. Noel St. Martin did very little to conceal the existence of Terri from his family. He owned one of the only two car dealerships in Ell gee so as Emily liked to laugh, he also screwed his customers too.

Chapter 5

Saturday rolled around and Apalachee ate a breakfast laden with protein, and then exercised vigilantly.

After she was done, she donned her beekeeper uniform and tended to the several hives she had set up in the strawberry patches of her neighbors. She carefully loaded her wagon with the sweet honey and the wax she’d gathered.

She ate a light lunch, and then jogged to the Bed.

****

“Thought you were going to chicken out,” Emily sneered.

“Nope, some of us actually have work to do,” Apalachee said easily.

“Ready?” Emily asked and prepared to throw a punch.

“Wait, let’s set up some ground rules first,” Apalachee said.

“Fine, like what?” Emily sneered.

“Like I isn’t going to get sued by your momma and daddy when I knock out all your teeth,” Apalachee said. “Or break your precious little stuck up in the air nose.”

“Right,” Emily said.

“I mean it, I work hard for what I got,” Apalachee said.

“Okay, all right,” Emily said, exasperated.

“Number two, when I win, you got to stop all the name calling and stuff,” Apalachee demanded.

“IF,” Emily corrected.

“I mean it,” Apalachee said. “No more of the fat jokes and no more of the stuff about Indians or about me living in a trailer.”

“Fine, and what do I get if I win?” Emily asked.

“What do you want?” Apalachee asked. “Far as I know, I’ve done nothing to you.”

“Um, I want, let’s see,” Emily thought, drawing a blank.

Apalachee waited as the beautiful blonde thought. It was a beautiful day; the humidity had not reached an intolerable level yet. It was a day just like this, thirteen years ago. Even though Emily was now five foot four, with thirty two A cup breasts, a twenty eight inch waist, and thirty one inch hips, Apalachee could still see the little girl that had been her best friend in the whole wide world.

“I got it!” Emily crowed happily. “If I win, you have to be my slave for the rest of the school year!”

“Your what?” Apalachee asked.

“My slave,” Emily smugly declared. “That means, you have to do whatever I tell you to, no matter what, until we graduate.”

“Fine, stupid bitch,” Apalachee laughed. “Same for you too.”

Emily was confident that she could easily win; she was lighter and more agile than Apalachee. Plus that, she had often gotten into fights with her older and younger brothers and usually won.

“Okay, how do we know who wins?” Apalachee asked.

“When one of us says ‘I quit,’ which will be you,” Emily said.

“Fine, let’s go,” Apalachee said and ducked Emily’s poorly thrown punch.

Emily staggered back; her opponent’s fist connected very solidly with her jaw. She staggered again; Apalachee had connected with her solar plexus, knocking all of the wind out of her.

“Emily, let’s stop this right now,” Apalachee said. “You don’t know how to fight, it’s really not fair.”

“Fuck you, stupid fat cow!” Emily screamed

Apalachee’s next punch was to Emily’s breastbone, knocking Emily squarely onto her ass.

“This is stupid,” Apalachee said. “You act all bad and shit, but you really don’t know how to fight.”

It had never occurred to Emily that her brothers might be taking it easy on her because she was a girl. It also had never occurred to her that her brothers weren’t very good at fighting either.

“Fucking bitch!” Emily sobbed as she lunged for Apalachee.

****

She came to, her head cradled in Apalachee’s lap, Apalachee softly stroking her face.

“Had enough?” Apalachee quietly asked.

“What happened?” Emily stupidly asked.

“I knocked you out,” Apalachee said simply.

“No shit?” Emily said, looking into the black eyes of her opponent.

“No shit,” Apalachee said and sighed.

“How long was I out?” Emily asked.

“Many many moons,” Apalachee quipped.

“Shut up,” Emily couldn’t help but giggle.

“Come on, you quit?” Apalachee asked.

“Yeah, Betturkey Güncel Giriş I guess so,” Emily agreed.

“No more of the name calling?” Apalachee asked.

“No more, Emily agreed and tried to sit up.

She felt dizzy and Apalachee eased her back down and combed the blonde hair back out of her blue eyes.

“Wow, you really did a number on me,” Emily groaned.

“Wasn’t that hard,” Apalachee agreed and continued to stroke the girl’s face and hair.

Neither one of them stirred for several long moments. Emily reached up and gripped Apalachee’s hand and pressed it to her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she said sincerely.

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” Apalachee said. There was no malice in her voice, though.

“What?” Emily asked. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to having a slave for the next four and a half weeks,” Apalachee said.

“What? Oh, come on, you can’t be serious!” Emily cried out.

“You were serious and you would have made me do any number of things,” Apalachee said simply. “And I am sure most of them would have been very uncomfortable or humiliating for me. Right?”

Emily thought about if for a moment, then somberly nodded her head.

“What would you have made me do?” Apalachee asked and smiled at Emily, who blushed heavily.

“Probably made you, oh, Apalachee, don’t make me say it!” Emily tried to turn her head away, but Apalachee held it firmly.

“What?” Apalachee asked.

“I would have made you eat me, you know? In the locker room in front of Kathy and Ingrid and Amy and Gail,” Emily admitted.

“Oh, well, don’t worry,” Apalachee, said. “Anything I make you do is going to be private. Kathy and Ingrid and Amy and Gail don’t need to know about any of our business. What else?”

“Derek’s all hot and shit about your big old boobs,” Emily said, blush still on full throttle. “I’d probably have made you fuck him.”

“Derek can go fuck himself,” Apalachee said. “I really don’t want everyone knowing everything about me. He gossips worse than any girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Really,” Emily giggled.

“What do you see in him?” Apalachee asked and Emily’s blue eyes searched Apalachee’s black eyes for any malice or ill will.

“I really don’t know,” Emily admitted. “I mean, he’s cute enough, but he’s kind of an ass-hole.”

“Kind of?” Apalachee snorted.

“Yeah, I’m going to break up with him,” Emily admitted.

“Okay, that’s your first order as my slave,” Apalachee decided. “You have to call him up and tell him bye-bye, at least until he grows up.”

“Okay,” Emily agreed happily enough.

“Think you can get up now?” Apalachee asked her and Emily sat up without any difficulty.

Apalachee got to her feet and pulled Emily up. She carefully studied the girl’s face and assured herself that Emily was indeed okay.

“On Monday, wear the blue top with your white miniskirt,” Apalachee ordered.

“Okie-dokie,” Emily agreed happily.

Apalachee grabbed Emily in a fierce hug and roughly jammed her tongue into her mouth. Emily struggled for a moment but a sharp slap to her left breast stilled her struggles and she submitted to the intimate kiss. When she finished kissing her, Apalachee pulled back and looked intently into Emily’s now confused eyes.

“Don’t ever struggle with me; you are my slave, remember?” Apalachee spoke, almost angrily.

“Yes ma’am,” Emily said and looked a ground in embarrassment.

“Good,” Apalachee said and went home.

Chapter 6

Richard’s truck was outside, a few boxes sitting in the bed

“Check from the lawyer,” Richard said simply and Apalachee looked at it, then at him.

“You’re leaving,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

****

Dawn had filled out a life insurance form and paid on it religiously for nine years. Of course, upon her death, the insurance company balked at paying the claim. Finally, Apalachee convinced Richard to get a lawyer to fight the insurance company.

****

“Your half is sixty seven thousand,” he said and closed the lid of his battered suitcase.

: And what’s your half?” she asked, knowing that Richard would not take money unless she told him it was okay.

“The lawyer said I should get forty three thousand, but I told him that’s your money,” he said.

“Take it, Richard,” she urged. “I’ve got my business and my bees, you got what? A truck?”

“I love you, Proud Child,” he admitted and then he left the trailer.

She didn’t cry; tears were pointless and would weigh Richard’s soul down and hamper his travels. She found a feather, kissed it, then released it into the spring breeze. It fluttered then blew away and she wished him well on his journey.

****

Emily’s stomach lurched slightly, but she set her sore jaw firmly and called Derek. He took it about as she had expected; with a great deal of whining, accusations, and bitterness. Once she was done, she had to wonder again why she had ever gone out with him.

Chapter 7

Monday morning she gleefully dressed in the light blue top and white miniskirt. She put on her leather sandals and skipped down to catch the bus.

****

“Let’s see,” Apalachee said as she and Emily stood in the bathroom. The moment Emily had sauntered into their classroom; Apalachee had motioned with her head toward the bathroom.

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He had said, “open your mouth and extend your tongue.”

And she had. He had laid the shaft of his cock against her outstretched tongue, the head just inside her mouth. She dared not close her lips and suck him, though she was desperate to. His words were echoing in her head.

“You have a choice to make. All three places where my cock will go are open, wet and ready. I am going to enjoy only two of your wet holes right now. I want you to choose, but I want you to offer me yourself in the way that most demonstrates that you are mine to take. So, one part of you will not get my cock out here in the dunes. Decide before you close your mouth on my cock because then you will only have one hole left that I will use.”

There was really very little choice, she thought. She was helpless not to slide her mouth forward down the shaft of his cock. She could feel its heat against her tongue, feel her saliva pooling in her mouth and she could feel the head throbbing on her extended tongue. She sighed and did the inevitable and closed her lips around his cockhead and gripped the head of his hot cock with her mouth.

What a picture she presented. She was naked and dripping with oil, kneeling, slave-like back among the dunes, her arms folded behind her, her head gripping, sliding and tasting its way down his cock. Little sounds escaped from her.

He looked down at her and smiled. One hole surrendered and one to go. Would she offer her pussy or her ass to him? If she were listening carefully, he had said, “in the way that most demonstrates that you are mine to take.”

As her head bobbed and slid on his cock, she was thinking the same thing. Her pussy so needed fucking, she was wildly desperate to be fucked but that was not her most submissive place. She knew as soon as her mouth closed on his cockhead that her needy cunt was going to go without. She knew she was going to have to open her oiled little asshole for him, here on this beach, here in these dunes. And she knew that when she thought about it later she would find it humiliating and thrilling. The endless spiral, he called it, where her embarrassment at her submissiveness being exposed aroused her and then further embarrassed her, which in turn, aroused her and on it went. And he figured out how to most extend her in this way. All this flashed through her head as her cock slid up and down his shaft. She could feel moisture dripping down her thighs and it could have been perspiration but she was sure it was also her juices. Juices from her pussy that would not now get fucked.

Again, time stood still.

“Would it always be this way in this intense world he was leading her into,” she thought.

She was conscious of the sun beating down, the sweat rolling off her oiled skin, the ocean breeze, there were gulls making their sounds and there was his cock. That was her world. She had a passing thought of the picture she presented and it made her Betturkey clit throb.

“Use your mouth on me the way you will use your other hole on my cock, ” he said.

“You are going to fuck back on my cock with your other hole the same way you use your mouth on me, ” he continued.

She groaned. It wasn’t enough that was going to force her to surrender herself on this beach. It wasn’t enough that he was going to make her neglect her desperate cunt. It wasn’t enough that he was going to make her spread her oiled asshole. He was going to make her fuck his still cock with her clenching asshole. She still had her mouth on him but she could almost feel her asshole on his cock and it hadn’t even begun yet.

“He is going to make me his bitch in heat,” she thought.

She prolonged her cocksucking. She was loving the feel of him in her mouth and was loving the erotic scene and was loving the surrender. She was also trying to think of whether she would able to be such a shameless bitch. She realized that once he had taken her ass in the dunes, that once she had spread herself and had fucked back on his cock out there, that she was doomed to be used and taken in any way he could imagine. She thought of this as she used her mouth and worked her tongue and as her thighs trembled. She thought of the loss of any pretense of dignity that she might have and she thought of his nasty imagination. It was so goddamned primal.

He read her mind.

“Think of how this will look someday when your nipples wear my rings and your pussy has my lock hanging from the rings in your cuntlips. We will need some onlookers then, don’t you think? ” he murmured.

The shudder and orgasm from her was instantaneous. It wracked her abruptly as she took him deep in her mouth. She took him deeper in her throat than a man had ever been.

“Omigod,” she thought as she came and shook without a touch. “How does he know? How does he keep me so primed?”

She felt almost like she losing consciousness. She was deep in a place she had never been. Her nipples, her oiled nipples ached. Her clit and her soon-to-be neglected pussy throbbed. And her asshole, oiled and gleaming, clenched uncontrollably.

“Enough,” he said and he reached down, gripped her oiled nipples firmly and raised her up. Her hands stayed fold behind her. He released one of her nipples and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back.

“Let me see all of that mouth I just used.”

He captured her lip in his teeth. He kissed her hard. He produced a water bottle and filled her open mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” he hissed. “Like with my cum, you will not swallow without my direction.”

The water overflowed her mouth and cascaded down her heated oiled body. It barely cooled the inferno that was the front of her body. Her hands never moved from behind her.

“Omigod,” she thought again. I am such a bitch in heat.

“Now Betturkey Giriş swallow and then it is time for you to choose the remaining hole to fuck with me with. Swallow it all. Then walk over to the overturned lifeguard chair, kneel over the chair with you ass in the air and tell me which hole you offer and which to neglect.”

Too quickly, she was at the chair. Too quickly she was kneeling with her chest forward over it and her ass raised up. Too quickly she was faced with having to reach back and make the ultimate public,shameless surrender. She leaned forward and reached back. Her hands slowly spread her ass cheeks. He could see her oiled asshole begin to open.

“Please,” she said.

“Please what?” was his reply.

“Please fuck me,” she offered.

“Where shall I fuck you?” was his reply.

It was almost a sob when she said, “In the ass.”

“What about your ass?” he said and he brushed her clenching asshole with his finger.

“Please fuck me in the ass,” she managed.

“Here on this public beach, back in the dunes where the gay men ass-fuck? You want me to fuck your ass like that, my bitch in heat?” he said and slid his finger deep in her asshole.

“Please, yes. Please. Fuck your bitch in heat in the ass,” she gasped out.

He finger fucked her as he smiled down. She was almost there. Only one more little humiliation was necessary.

“But there are two wet holes, my sweet bitch,” he murmured. And I might be tempted to use both. So tell me which one not to fuck.”

His finger sawed in and out. There was an instant of silence.

“I can’t,” she thought.

She was incredulous.

She thought, “He can’t expect me to beg him not to fuck my pussy.”

“You are keeping me waiting. Move your hands to chair you are leaning over.”

As soon as she had, he slapped her ass hard. Once and then again.

“My pussy,” she whined.

“What about it?” he said.

“Omigod, please. Don’t make me say it.”

He slapped her again, even as finger slid in and out of her oiled ass. His handprints were beginning to show.

“Omigod,” she said again. “Please don’t fuck my…I can’t,its too cruel. Please, I want you there.”

Another slap. Harder this time.

“Ok, ok. Please. I’ll say it. Please don’t fuck my pussy.”

She whined it. “There.”

“Again,” he demanded.

A whining sound came first, and then the words.

“Please don’t fuck my pussy.”

It was almost a sob and she felt like her pussy was gaping as it ached and throbbed as the words came out of her.

“Good girl.”

She felt the tip of his cock against her oiled little hole and she gripped the rail of the lifeguard chair with her hands. He prodded and lodged the tip until she was lined up, ready to be impaled.

“Now show me what a good little slut you can be and fuck back on my cock with that oiled asshole.”

She Betturkey Güncel Giriş pushed back onto his cock. There was just slightest resistance and his cockhead penetrated her outer ring. He held her still, gripping her asscheeks.

“What have I penetrated out here in this dunes?” he asked.

“My ass,” she hissed.

“And what won’t be getting fucked?” he continued.

“Omigod, my pussy,” she managed.

“Now take me deep and begin to fuck me slowly. My bitch in heat fucks my cock with her ass and says ‘please use my ass, not my pussy’ on every stroke. Show me what a bitch in heat you are. You may cum whenever you are able.”

She pushed back all the way until the her oiled asscheeks, pressed up against him.

She choked out the words “Use my ass, not my pussy.”

With each stroke, she said it louder, faster. She would not have believed the transformation in herself. The strokes came faster. An orgasm clenched and unclenched within her. It came as she fucked him with her ass, even though her pussy gaped and was unattended to. He watched her work. He watched the muscles in her back and arms clench. He held her by the ponytail and pulled her head back so that she arched taut as she fucked. He struggled to contain his orgasm. Once hers had passed, he started to fuck back into her. Slowly, then harder.

“Where do bitches get fucked?” he hissed as he pounded into her.

He came all the way out. Her asshole was distended.

As the words “in the ass” came out of her, he plowed forward.

“Where don’t submissive bitches get fucked in the dunes?” he said as he pulled out.

“Bitches don’t get fucked in the pussy. Bitches get fucked in the ass,” she responded immediately.

“Say it on every stroke,” he intoned.

He fucked her steadily and hard. Another orgasm began to form, like a wave. He felt it in her. He was going to ride this one. She knew it, too.

“Fuck your bitch’s ass, not her pussy, ” she begged. She said it on each stroke. She felt his cock thicken. He reached forward and around her, grabbed her nipples and almost stood her up. He flattened her nipples between his fingers, leaned into and began to cum. He exploded. He spasmed and jerked. She came as she felt his cum deep in her ass. She wouldn’t have thought another orgasm was possible. It was.

He held on to her and came and shuddered and she leaned back into him, their bodies molded together. It was a while before the aftershocks slowed. He finally remembered to release her flattened nipples. He nuzzled her neck. They were awash in sweat. They kissed.

When they had both caught their breath, he led her quietly to the lagoon, where they cooled and hugged neck deep in the water. After a time, he took her back to the blanket where it all began. She lay face down and was soon drifting off. She could feel him stroking her ass. She was asleep.

It was not his fingers, however, that she felt. It was her lipstick. While she dozed, he wrote on her asscheeks, in bright red lipstick: “This was fine tuned in the dunes.”

What an interesting walk back to the car it will be, he thought….to be continued if readers so request…

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Jennifer Ashton was sitting at her office, checking boringly her duties on her computer agenda.

Being a well known nutritionist has its advantages, but being a futanari nutritionist is just the best, especially for the number of gorgeous fitness models looking for her advices…and her extra appendage.

Jenny is around 38 years old, she’s quite a robust woman, she leads a balanced and healthy life. In fact, she goes regularly to the gym, years of training gave her a pair muscular legs. Especially glutes and quadriceps which were the most noticeable parts of her body, she likes to think that they fit better with her 35 cm thick beast. She has blonde long hair with light brown eyes and quite high cheekbones.

She is wearing a professional white coat, under it a white sleeveless top matched with a pair of brown leggings, not hiding at all the huge package inside them, and high heels.

All of a sudden, her secretary, a young and sexy blondie called Monica, knocks the door and enters the room.

“Ma’am, Eva Andjukovic has arrived,” said Monica smiling.

“Let her in darling,” replied Jenny.

Eva is a stunning beauty, she is not very tall, with long dark hair and deep black eyes, but what immediately arouses Jenny are her shapes: she clearly is a fitness model, Jenny notices her firm thighs which match perfectly with an even firmer, but wonderfully round, butt.

Jenny can see the glutes’ shape even from the front, thanks to the tight green military shorts the brunette is wearing, that provocatively reveal just the lower side of her beautiful ass.

Moving her mesmerized glance up, Jenny sees that Eva is wearing a very short black top that entirely unveils her belly, showing off an enviable six pack. The beauty doesn’t even try to hide her tits, which are also noticeable, with the help of plastic surgery she can boast an abundant D-Cup.

Eva puts on a bright smile and approach the doctor to shake her hand, letting her black ankle boots clap on the floor, slightly blushing when she notice the bulge in the nutritionist’s pants.

“Good morning miss Ashton, I’m so glad to meet you,” said Eva with genuine joy.

“The pleasure is mine beauty,” replied Jenny.

They shake hands and kiss on cheeks, the nutritionist invites Eva to sit looking at her ass wiggling.

“Thank you dear Monica you can go now.” Jenny winked at her secretary.

Monica send a kiss to her and close the door.

“So miss Andjukovic…”

“Oh please call me Eva,” said the brunette laughing hysterically.

“Perfect,” Betturkey smiled Jenny “Miss Eva…I can clearly see that you are in perfect shape, your muscles are tonic and your skin seems smooth. So, why do you need my services?” asked Jenny with curiosity.

“Well, you see Miss Ashton.”

“Jenny, please.” the nutritionist interrupted her, smiling.

Eva giggled and continued, “There’s gonna be a very important beauty contest next week in town, it’s called miss BB, where BB means Big Butt hihihi,” Eva chuckled a little embarrassed.

“Oh but I can see that you are well prepared for it, you have a world class ass young lady don’t underestimate it.” Jenny complimented her client.

Eva blushed, amused by the praise of her bum, she is very proud of it, “Oh Jenny that’s so sweet,” said putting a hand on her chest.

“but in order to participate I need just few centimeters more, look.” Eva stood up and turned her back to the doctor showing with her fingers just how much she’s missing.

Jenny must bless her immense patient not to jump on Eva like a tiger and bury her face (and dick) between those wonderful cheeks. She didn’t want to waste any time more.

“I understand.” said Jenny, while raising from her chair, approaching the front of her desk, showing her protruding cock to her client. “As a nutritionist I can give you advices on specific diets, or suggest different physical exercises, anyway I think it would be useless in your case.”

“But, as a futanari, I can give you something special.”

“Oh well, I see!” thought Eva giggling at Jenny’s bulge.

“Have you noticed Monica, my secretary?” asked Jenny.

“Yeah she’s a very cute girl,” replied Eva.

“Indeed she is. She has curves in all the right places and yet she doesn’t hit the gym or follows a diet like you do.”

Eva widened her eyes almost shocked: “NO WAY! That’s impossible, it can’t be all genetics, she must have a secret to keep a body likeOH GOSH!”

Jenny couldn’t hold it any longer and decided to drop her leggings to the floor revealing her full erect cock to the bimbo in front of her “Uff, finally free,” she sighed.

Eva sat back on the chair, gasping in amusement and couldn’t keep her eyes off that meaty and veiny trunk. “What I meant is that,” continued Jenny while slowly stroking her shaft in front of an hypnotized Eva.

“Monica doesn’t need nor gym nor diet because she can swallow futanari’s cum whenever she wants.”

“Lucky bitch!” thought Eva, gulping down in anticipation.

“Now, I guess Betturkey Giriş you already know the nutritional properties of dickgirls’ sperm,” continued Jenny.

“Yeah, I-I’ve read something about it,” said Eva babbling.

“Good girl, this explains why you came right in my office,” said Jenny touching her huge member teasing Eva, knowing exactly what she wants.

The nutritionist suddenly stopped her masturbation, she put her hands on the desk, leaving her now full erect cock suspended in front of Eva’s face.

“I have some cups full of sperm that I can sell you if you want, one glass a day and your ass will grow that little bit of fat that it needs…or,” she said.

“or?” asked Eva impatiently.

” you can drink directly from the source,” replied Jenny with a bright smile, pointing at her dick.

Just the signal Eva was waiting for. She took a firm grip of Jenny’s cock stroking it vigorously “I’ll pick the second option.” said Eva lusciously.

“MMH smart girl,” hissed Jenny savoring Eva’s pleasing touch.

Now was Eva’s turn to tease: she opened her mouth and let Jenny’s cockhead inside without closing her lips. Letting her warm breath heating up the wonderful dick, all while stroking it with both hands.

“Shit, this slut knows how to do it.” Thought Jenny while a little moan escaped her mouth.

Eva proceeded putting a hand on Jenny’s strong lap while the other continued stroking the nutritionist’s cock, harder and harder.

“MMH GNNNh!” grunted Jenny.

“You have such a splendid cock,” said Eva while kissing passionately the head of Jenny’s girth “so hard MMMh SLURP,” The sounds of Eva’s sloppy kisses filled the room.

“OOOh yess, it’s all yours AAH take your time sweetie UUUh the longer the blowjob the bigger the load OOOH FUUCK.” Eva moved down to the base of the dick, leaving the glistening head free from her heavenly kisses. She started licking furiously like she was mad, saliva drooling down her chin, bathing Jenny’s balls.

Jenny looked down to meet Eva’s half closed eyes, lost in her slutty haze, sniffing at the strong overwhelming flavor of dickmeat. “OOH god baby AAAH I love your look MMMMH GNNN PRECUM!” Jenny almost screamed.

A drop of precum was leaking from the tip of the nutritionist’s dick, Eva quickly moved back to the big cockhead, engulfing all of it not letting any drop of precious cum escape her mouth.

Jenny felt Eva’s tongue swirling around her cockhead with gusto “AAAAh yes, precum is awesome for your ass MMMh don’t waste it.” Following Betturkey Güncel Giriş the nutritionist advice Eva closed her eyes and started sucking hard on the tip of the cock, collecting every drop of precum she can.

“God what a marvelous sight,” thought Jenny looking at Eva’s cheeks sinking with every suction.

Suddenly Jenny’s phone ringed two times on the desk, the signal that, shortly, the next appointment would have started.

“Mmh baby we don’t have much time GNNH in ten minutes you need to leave OOOh!” said Jenny with a little bit of regret.

Eva knew it was time to have her drink, she put her hands on Jenny’s strong thighs, looked up at her lover and in one single thrust she swallowed the entire monster cock of the nutritionist. Her nose pressed against Jenny’s crotch and her tongue licked at the warm ballsack filled of precious sperm.

“AAAAAH OH GOD OH GOD YOUR GORGEOUS!!” said Jenny, surprised by her client’s sudden motion.

The sexy brunette didn’t waste time and started bobbing her head up and down the meaty pole coated in a mixture of precum and saliva.

“SHITSHITSHIT!!” hissed Jenny with clenched teeth, the sounds of Eva’s gags and gurgles filled the room. At this point it was almost impossible for the nutritionist to resist the temptation of grabbing Eva’s head and facefucking her wildly and relentlessly. But she decided to keep a professional attitude and just held her hands tight to the desk.

“Ooh God I’m so close MMMH AAAAH!” Jenny felt her balls tighten, ready to splatter a huge load.

Eva felt the cock stiffen in her mouth, a muffled cry of joy escaped her mouth as she buried the whole prick down her throat massaging it with her throat.

The feeling of the brunette’s tight throat sent Jenny over the edge.

“OOH YESSSS Here it comes sweetie SWALLOW EVERY DROP,” shouted the nutritionist in pure bliss.

Rope after rope of white, thick, salty cum splashed inside Eva’s throat who gulped down eagerly like her life depended on that succulent white nectar. Her eyes started watering for the effort, but she was doing great, not a single drop was escaping her well ceased lips.

“MMMH YEEES suck me dry honey,” moaned Jenny.

The nutritionist’s orgasm lasted for an abundant minute. After the last drop of cum came down inside Eva’s stomach she let the immense cock free with a loud POP and took deep breaths.

“You’ll have the ass of a goddess in no time thanks to what you’ve just done,” purred Jenny.

Eva stood up, wiping her forehead from the sweat and her mouth from the saliva.

“If I’m gonna win the contest, I want your beast up my ass,” said Eva panting heavily.

“You bet I’ll do it,” said Jenny while squeezing her client’s succulent ass “If I were miss BB’s judge you would have already won.”

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Fear and Lusting

Chapter One

(Note to the reader: This is the first chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I’ve tentatively titled “Making Love to Horrible People.” Each part consists of about 4 or five chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.)

Dan heard a car door slam outside and he immediately padded over to the window, scooping up his shoes from the floor as he went. His heart rate quickened as he looked out the window from the third floor apartment in the old converted house. The girl was home sooner than he had expected. She had only been gone twenty minutes and he had thought he’d have more time. He heard her car yelp as she locked it and walked to the front door. Dan ran, stepping lightly, to the back door of the apartment. He pulled on the doorknob and it came off in his hand. He stared at it in wild disbelief. He scanned all the interior locks and frantically tried to undo them all and then shoved the doorknob back on its nub and turned it. It spun uselessly.

He cursed his luck and fled to the storage closet he had rummaged through earlier. He had seen a wide roll of duct tape there and grabbed it before advancing on the front door to the apartment. The door was already opening and he was still twenty feet away from it. He froze and dove into the nearest room to him, the bedroom in the middle of the apartment. Several of the girl’s things from her jewelry chest and lower dresser drawers he had already taken out and stuffed in a gym bag. His heart was pounding and he grabbed the bag and dropped down on the floor and scooted under the bed. It was clichéd he knew, but he knew the bedroom was the first place she’d go before settling down to eat in the kitchen and giving him a chance to either escape or surprise her and bind her up so he could get out without alarm. He tried to steady his breathing and pulled the ski mask he kept just in case of emergencies like this over his head as she entered the room.

From under the bed, he could see her feet as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her pants to her delicate ankles and stepped out of them. Her blouse dropped to the floor soon after. Dan’s mind processed his cock’s immature excitement and threw it away. He was petrified of being discovered and could think of nothing else but remaining hidden. She left the room and he could hear noises from the kitchen, where the back door was located. He hoped like hell she didn’t notice any of the locks undone. She was making popcorn and the smell soon filled his nostrils. He just wanted to wait until she was settled, and then he could creep to the bedroom door and make a break for the front door. After she finished making her snack, he heard her sink onto the futon facing the TV in the living room and turn it on.

The living room was right outside the bedroom door and he again cursed his luck. He decided the best thing to do was wait for her to use the bathroom before he tried to leave. Dan waited there and the afternoon shadows turned to night, while he rested on his back. He used the time to take out and inspect the objects hidden under her bed. He found that if he stretched them toward the light spilling in from the doorway to the living room, he could make out what they were. There were the typical items a girl might have stored there: neglected shoes, old textbooks, old underwear and boxes of letters from previous boyfriends.

Then, there were the magazines. Dan couldn’t help but study them in detail. They contained graphic scenes of bondage, rape and torture as well as collections of erotic stories of BDSM, infidelity and incest. His eyes widened and his pulse pounded as hard as it did when he saw her come home. He realized his cock was not only excited, but also completely rock hard. If she was so into chicks being dominated, maybe he could… Dan shook his head and shoved the magazine away. That kind of shit gets stupid pricks caught, Dan thought. The dumb rapists leave their sweat and dirt and semen all over the victim… all over them… all over their beautiful tits… Dan pulled his hand off the bulge in his pants.

No, he told himself. Just wait for her to go to the bathroom and then book it, he commanded himself. He hadn’t had much of a chance to get anything he was certain was valuable while she was away, but maybe after he got out of here he could sell what he had and get himself a whore or a few really high quality sex DVDs, and at least have money left over. He could still come out ahead.

He heard the TV turn off and the girl move off of the futon and Dan shuffled back under the bed. She came into the bedroom and flicked on the light. Dan froze and stopped breathing, his pulse thumping in his ears so loud he was sure she could hear it. She stood near her dresser, opening something on top of it, probably her jewelry case, and Dan’s eyes bugged out, thinking she’d notice what he took. Then, he heard the lid snap shut and she retreated to the living room, shutting the light off behind her. Dan let out a slow exhale and took xslot measured breaths for a minute or two before reaching over to the plug in the wall near his head that led to the lamp that was controlled by the light switch and pulled it out, cursing himself for not thinking of it before. Amateur mistake, he thought. I’m getting distracted here.

As he tried to relax and focus on the sounds coming from the next room so he could tell when she went to the bathroom, he could make out odd noises. It almost sounded like moans, but they seemed tinny and distant. Curiosity was getting the better of him and he crawled back out to peak around the door from the floor to see what she was doing. The girl was lying on her side with the top of her head facing him and looking at her laptop, positioned on the edge of the cushion. He couldn’t see what she was looking at, but the sounds coming from it became louder as she tapped a key a few times.

“You like that, bitch?”

“ANHH!”

“Are you going to be a good little whore for me?”

CRACK!

“AHHNNHH! Oh yes! Yes, I will!”

Dan’s cock throbbed and lurched in his pants as he realized she was watching porn. In spite of himself he crawled out further and raised himself up into a standing position behind the door, which was still partially closed, and peaked out again. The futon was straight across from him and perpendicular to his position, pushed up against the living room wall that separated it from the kitchen. The girl was lying down on it, her head toward him. Her smooth and well-formed legs were splayed, one pushed against the upright part of the futon, the other slightly bent and flat on the cushion with the knee toward the edge. He could just make out her red panties as she idly rubbed something he couldn’t see near them. When she took a deep breath, he could also see over her shoulders her full and round breasts heave against her matching bra and then disappear from sight. On the screen of the laptop he could see images that made him almost want to gasp, but he struggled hard and remained silent. He saw a naked woman bound with her hands behind her back and feet tied together and bent over some kind of low saddle horse. Her mouth was hanging open and a man was circling her and whipping her ass. Dan swallowed loudly and hoped the girl didn’t hear. She didn’t, and she continued to watch.

As she did, Dan heard a loud hum begin and realized the object the girl had retrieved earlier had been a small vibrator, one of those bullets or rabbits or whatever. Her right hand was in her panties and she was using the other to search for more porn. Dan’s cock was throbbing and was taking control of his mind. He stroked it through the fabric of his pants, trying to maintain some semblance of control by providing some tactile satisfaction. Maybe if I just cum in my pants, he thought, I’ll be able to keep my wits about me and get out of here without notice.

The girl decided on the next on-line video and Dan watched from over her shoulder, stroking and grabbing his cock head as it bulged out from his underwear and pressed against his pant leg. He could see another naked woman strung up in a harness swinging from the ceiling and being fucked from behind by some guy. He was savagely spanking her ass. The camera switched angles and all of a sudden, Dan could see she was taking his cock in her ass. Dan’s dick head throbbed achingly and he grabbed and shook it savagely and silently. The humming stopped just then and the girl paused the video and began to rise from the futon.

Dan released his cock and retreated, fleeing as lightly as possible around the end of the bed to the darker side of the room. The girl entered and flicked the switch again. The light didn’t come on. She tried it again and nothing happened. Her hand fumbled for the lamp and tried the switch on the stand. Still nothing. She cursed softly and began to feel her way around the bed to the lamp on the other side, the one next to which Dan was crouched.

Dan knew there was only one way out now and he leaped out of the shadows and grabbed her by the throat and threw her face up on the bed. Her surprised cry was strangled silent as he squeezed her larynx so she could only choke instead of scream as he climbed on top of her, pinning her arms under his legs. He moved one hand up to smother her mouth and heard her groan and gurgle. He released her throat and produced a knife from his back pocket and held it to the side of her neck while he covered her mouth and pressed his weight down on her. He could feel her breathing was rapid and panicked and he tried to make sure her nostrils were clear of his fingers.

She tried to kick her legs up and Dan pushed her face down and pressed the blade against her throat. “Listen!” he snarled. “You’re going to be just fine. All I wanted was to get out of here without anyone noticing but you came home sooner than I thought.” The woman tried to force her knees toward his kidneys and scream at the same time.

“NO!” He hissed in a harsh whisper. xslot Giriş “I don’t want to hurt you! I just want to make sure you can’t call the police as I leave. That’s all!” He brushed the flat of his blade up and down her throat to remind her of it. The girl’s knees were jammed into his lower ribs and had been trying to squeeze, but now they relented a bit. “I promise you’ll be just fine. All I wanted was to steal some stuff and leave. I don’t want to hurt anybody, so please don’t make me,” he said as sincerely and yet menacingly as he could. Her legs dropped down hesitantly and her pinned arms relaxed a little.

“Good,” he said as he withdrew the knife and placed it near her head. He could feel her rapid breathing as it blew out of her nose and across his hand. Her heaving breasts pressed against his thighs as he sat on her chest. He shifted his weight a bit to relieve the pressure on her lungs. His eyes were more adjusted to the dark than hers at this point, so he could study her features while she blinked and tried to make him out. She had high, rounded cheekbones and wide, dark eyes. Her brown straight hair was soft and silky and he resisted the temptation to stroke it. Her sharp jaw line pressed against his hand seemed fragile and beautiful. He wanted to kiss it, but squeezed his eyes shut and stopped looking at her.

“Now,” he said as he shook himself from his lust and reached for the pair of old silk panties he had stolen from underneath her bed in case he needed a gag. He dropped them near her head and then pulled the duct tape roll from the large pocket on the front of his pants. “I need to make sure that you don’t make a sound. I guarantee this won’t harm you, but it will be a little uncomfortable. Just open your mouth and don’t try to fight it. You might choke yourself.” He fed the panties into her mouth and she kept her teeth shut and tried to turn her head as she whined and failed to contain a loud sob.

Dan roughly pulled her face over to look at him. “Jen… yes I know your name. I saw it on the mailbox. Listen to me. The only way I’m leaving here is with you either unable to call for help in the immediate future or incapable of it ever. You’re a woman who lives on your own, so I imagine you’re bright enough to distinguish between the two.” Jen shuddered and whined under his hand. “Be a good girl and let me bind you so I can get out of your life and you can continue with yours. Try to fight me and you’ll force me to doing something neither of us wants. You understand?”

She took a couple of quick deep breaths and nodded sharply, her eyes wide and focused on his. She could now faintly make out the ski-masked face above her in the dark room. She gasped and he pressed the panties into her mouth and she accepted them. He tried not to press too far or too firmly. “Shove them up against your teeth with your tongue and try not to swallow until you have them in place” Dan looked at her after he finished feeding her the soft silk. She seemed to breathe ok. “You all right? Can you breathe?” Jen nodded. ” Is any part of it too far down your throat?” Jen shook her head.

Dan grabbed the duct tape with his free hand as his the other still lightly covered her mouth. “Ok, then. I’m going to secure the gag on you. This is duct tape. It holds lightly to skin, but securely to itself. It won’t harm you when peeled off, so I don’t want you to be worried, understand?” Jen nodded again, seeming almost too calm. Dan eyed her cautiously as he grabbed the loose end with his teeth and pulled out a strip. He bit it off and placed it over her mouth. Jen’s breath quickened as she felt her mouth fastened shut over her gag. Dan ripped out another piece and ran it from her nose down below her chin, securing the other strip and restricting her breathing further. Jen started to whine and squirm and he made sure her nostrils were clear before using his free hand to press her forehead back on the bed and lean his face over her. “Calm down, Jen. Calm your breathing. Breathe steady regular breaths. You’re going to be just fine. You can do this.”

In spite of herself, Jen slowed her breathing and concentrated on steady shafts of air entering and exiting her nostrils. She felt herself calming down and noticed the burglar was looking into her eyes and stroking her hair. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing great, Jen. You’re going to make it through without a scratch. Just think. Next time you’re with your friends you’ll have this scary and interesting story to tell them and they’ll just adore you and admire you so much for being so brave and calm through it all. I just know it.”

Jen’s eyes welled with tears. She had never heard anyone say those words of encouragement to her ever and she could not understand why the most frightening individual she had ever come across was saying them now.

“Listen,” he continued. “I need to bind your wrists and ankles together and then tie you to the bed.” Jen sobbed and shivered and started to choke. Dan grabbed her by the bottom of her jaw and pulled gently up to xslot Güncel Giriş stretch her neck out. “No, no, Jen. I’m not going to do anything to you. I just need to make sure you won’t move and take off your gag and call the police. Now, just breathe, sweetheart. Steady. In and out. I promise you, once I leave, I’ll make an anonymous call to the cops after 15 minutes and they’ll come make sure you’re ok. All right? Everything’s going to be fine.” Jen stopped choking and she calmed as this stranger stroked her face and hair and stared deeply into her eyes. She nodded, ready.

Dan pulled a long strip of duct tape off and wrapped a figure eight around her wrists with a few inches of space between them as he held them near his face and squatted gently on her abdomen to apply just enough force to keep her submissive. She remained calm and looked at him. “OK, now I’m going to tie your hands to the head of the bed so you can’t move your arms.” Jen made no response as he put his hands under her armpits and lifted her and shifted her around so she was lengthwise on the bed and started tying her handcuffs to the iron railed head frame with more duct tape. He had noticed she had even moved her legs to help and was glad of it. He really didn’t want to hurt her at all and couldn’t wait to get out of there. He finished securing her hands and moved to the foot of the bed.

“Now, I’ll just secure you’re feet and I’ll be out of here and just a bad memory for you, Jen. We’re almost done.” He got off the bed and moved to the foot of it and took her feet in his hands and took out the tape. He paused. He looked up the long, shapely legs and smooth thighs to the sexy hips still covered in the tight red cotton panties. Her small waist led up to her toned abdomen and he watched it heave up and down steadily. Then he noticed she was moaning softly. Her legs and arms and hips were moving, ever so slightly. His hands moved up a little to her ankles and she might actually have moaned a little louder and arched her back a little. Her high firm breasts stretched against the matching red cotton bra. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head was tossing gently back and to the side, her soft brown hair a mat of silky comfort beneath her head.

Dan snapped out of his trance, even though his cock insisted this daydream was worth pursuing. He cursed his stupidity and pulled Jen’s feet to the iron rails and secured them. He blinked and hesitated when he finished. He didn’t even notice what he had been doing. He had tied each foot to each corner of the bed, so Jen lay on her back, spread out before him. He simply meant to tie her feet together and secure them like he did with her hands, but instead he bound her like some sacrificial slut. His eyes were wide as he scanned back up her body. Her soft and shapely thighs were flexing and he could see her waist push her pussy and ass up on the bed. He realized she was actually moaning but he could see that her breathing wasn’t erratic. He looked and saw she really was twisting her hips and ankles and hands slowly and with repetition – he hadn’t imagined it. She was testing her bonds, but not with the urgency of escape. She wanted to feel them digging into her flesh.

Dan walked slowly around the bed to stand near the door. He knew he should leave. Some part of his mind told him he had to leave. Everything else that filled his mind was abhorrent and depraved and terrible. He reached out and grabbed a blanket on the floor and spread it over Jen’s quivering body. As he did so, he brushed his hands slowly from Jen’s pelvis, up along her stomach and her arching breasts. He heard her moan a little louder and felt her torso try to bend up and reach his hands, before he dropped it over her so only her face and arms were exposed. He could swear he heard her give a frustrated sigh. “That’s… Ummm…” he struggled to say as he looked at her. “That’s so when they find you, they don’t see your… Uh…” He grabbed his shoes and his bag and left the room.

His hand was reaching for the front room doorknob and he couldn’t seem to grasp it. His body was tingling at its core and slightly numb at his extremities and his cock bulged and strained and complained against his pants. His brow furrowed and he could feel he was starting to sweat. “Just do it, Dan,” he whispered silently. “Just get the hell out of here and move on. She’s just a hot piece of ass. You can go down the fucking street and drink some bourbon and get a blowjob from some slut and then this is all behind you. Move, damn you!” His body shook and his mind thrust images of Jen’s perfect body stretched and bound before him. He saw her ass as it thrust up off the mattress and her breasts as they rose and fell with her steady but labored breathing. He imagined what it would be like to slide his hands along her perfect thighs and rub her moist, soft pussy.

He felt himself falling – falling into that beautiful bound body – and instantly was no longer in control. He could see, as if from outside of himself, that he was moving furniture in front of the door to prevent anyone from entering. Some part of his mind remembered the back door and then he was pulling the nearby refrigerator in front of it as easily as if it was coat rack. Everything was hazy as he walked back to her bedroom door.

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“Sir” emailed more often than he called but the thought of “when” was always at the back of my mind. I enjoyed the memory of our first experience together and was driving myself crazy thinking about what he had in store for me the next time we met.

He waited almost two weeks and I received a call from him early one morning. Just hearing his voice gave me shivers all over. I loved his voice and heard it in my dreams most nights. Here I was in my 40’s and having “wet dreams” for the first time in my life. This time with him was a very intoxicating infatuation for me as I was married for years with a man that might as well have been asexual. I was learning, finally, what it was to share with another and I was enjoying how hot it all was! My female parts had never experienced such hotness in my entire life.

But, back to our second meeting… He wanted to know if I was free for lunch and I would have dropped meeting the Queen of England to meet with him! He told me of a park in the next town from me but not far from his work. Told me to be there by noon and then told me he wanted me to wear a skirt and a tight fitting blouse. I knew just the outfit but the fashion of the day was longer skirts, still I hoped it would be appropriate as the blouse xslot was pretty see thru, very thin white cotton, form fitted and showed off my 36 D’s very nicely. I would wear a demi bra that would push up my assets and would not wear any panties under the skirt. I was creaming just thinking of this..

I was in the park at the appointed time and I parked. “Sir” was only a few moments behind me and he opened my car door to tell me to “Come with me.” We left the car and took off down the park path. I noticed that he had a blanket and a sandwich bag from one of the chains. I made the assumption that we would be sharing a nice lunch together. That is what I get for assuming!

We came to a clearing that was fairly private but with the path close by so if someone came by we would be seen. “Sir” unrolled the blanket and I saw two pieces of twine, rope that fell out. He picked them up and with a very naughty look caressed them. Instead of helping me to my knees, instead he took my hands and pulled me close to him, turned me and backed me up to a dogwood tree I had not noticed before. There were several lower branches and he took both of his hands and took my right arm and stretched it out and tied it to the branch. Then the left xslot Giriş arm was done the very same. He tugged on them to make sure they were not too tight but sturdy. He then with gentle caresses began the exposing of my breasts.. one button at a time.. while running his tongue over my neck and top of my chest.. He opened the blouse wide, pulling it to the sides. Then I felt him rubbing my ass and quickly he had exposed my bottom. The breeze and southern sun felt so good to those areas and only enhanced this experience. In no way did I feel threatened or worried about any “what-if’s”. My “Sir” was in charge and in control. He then whispered in my ear, “Bend your knees.” So, bend them I did..

“Sir” then sat down on the blanket and unwrapped his sandwich and began to eat while he took in the site of my exposed body in front of him. He gently whispered sweet nothings to me and the world around us. He asked if I would enjoy someone walking up and seeing me in such an erotic pose. He wanted to know if I would allow another man to run his hands over my sweetness. He smiled his beautiful smile and asked if I would allow a girl to gaze upon my womanly attributes and share my sweet juice with her. I guess I moaned but I don’t xslot Güncel Giriş remember but “Sir” knew that enticed me. At one point he reached over and ran his index finger down my swollen lips and licked my juices from his finger. Again, with a smile, he said simply, “Dessert.”

Then “my Sir” leaned back and showed me the tent he had in his dress slacks and asked if I enjoyed what I did to him. He shared with me how he had not even had me but yet knew I would be so worth the wait. I was thinking today would be the day, but no. Once he finished his lunch and watching me moan and dripping, he stood up, walked to me and whispered into my ear how much I pleased him and what a good sub I was proving to be. He took my throat in his right hand and lifted my face to him and ravished my mouth to the point my knees could no longer support me.

He then lowered my skirt and began buttoning my blouse.. but only after he tweaked my two hard nipples. Making me smile and wince. I enjoy my nipples being devoured and knew he would enjoy them.

Then he untied me and I hate to admit but I fell onto him. He held me for a few minutes till my multiples had softened and I was able to walk. He picked up the blanket and shook it, turned and smiled and thanked me for a wonderful lunch hour.

I wondered on the drive home if he knew how much I wanted him.. and how his prolonging it only made it even hotter for me… What was to come next with “my Sir”? Only time would tell and that of course was up to “my Sir”.

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You’ve told me to go get ready to go out. I’m not to wear underwear of any sort, (although You’ve told me to wear a bra). We’re apparently going to see a film with these friends, and like I said, we’re not out to them at all. It’s real warm out, so I figure I can get away with wearing shorts and a shirt. I put on a pair of black leather shorts and a black sleeveless shirt and black docs. The shorts are rubbing against the welts, making them ache and burn, but I ignore this as best I can. I quickly run a brush through my hair before returning back downstairs to You. You’re sitting on the sofa waiting for me. You look up and smile at me as I enter the room, “Take your clothes off dear.” I frown and begin to open my mouth to question You, but stop before any sound comes out. I pull the shirt up over my head and remove it, then unhook my bra and let it fall to the ground, and then I undo my shorts and lower them before stepping out of them. I bend down to untie my boots, but You stop me saying, “No, they can stay on. Come here.” I walk over to You, stopping in front of You.

“Kneel down”

“Yes Sir,” I reply as I obey You.

You remove a couple of nipple clamps from Your pocket and show them to me, grinning suspiciously like a wolf. “I told you tonight would be fun, didn’t I?”

I smile up at You and nod my head a couple of times, and then gasp as You roughly grab hold of one of my breasts and pinch the nipple hard between Your thumb and forefinger. The nipple immediately becomes erect and You put one of the clamps on – making sure it is very tight. Then You take my other breast in Your hand and draw it up to Your mouth (lifting me off my knees), biting not-so-gently on the nipple, until it too becomes hard. The second clamp is placed on it, sinking into the sensitive flesh, making my clit throb suddenly. I groan out loud and You laugh quietly at me and pat Your lap. “Come on dear, up and over.”

I stand and move to Your side, and lower myself across Your thighs, keeping my chest raised off the seat of the sofa. As soon as I do so, Your hands are running over my sore and beaten ass and thighs, admiring the marks, pinching the occasional welt. A butt plug appears in front of my face, and I hear a smile in Your voice as You say, “Open your mouth wide dear, this is larger than any I’ve used on you before, and I dare say you’ll need as much help as you can get.”

I do as I’m told, and the plug enters my mouth – pushing into it and moving round in small circles. It’s abruptly removed and I feel You pulling my butt cheeks apart, probing with Your fingers. By this stage, my pussy is again very wet, and You are spreading moisture all the way up and down my crack. I can’t help it – I start wriggling around on You, only to get my ass slapped twice – hard. “Stop that! We’re not here for your enjoyment or amusement, so just lie still or you’ll be sorry…”

I immediately stop moving, biting my lip to keep from saying anything.

“That’s better…now behave yourself.”

“Yes Master.” I feel the tip of the butt plug being pushed into my ass, and then pushed in further and further. I cry out as it goes deeper into me and it stops for a minute. “Did you have something you wanted to say to me?,” You ask threateningly.

“No, Sir, no, sorry…it just…slipped out”

“Then lie still…and …shut…up. I won’t tell you again.”

I lower my head and bite down on my arm to muffle any other sound that may escape from me. You give one final thrust, and shove the plug the rest of the way up into me. Tears spring into eyes, but somehow I manage to not make any noise. You pat my ass a couple of times, saying, “You may get up and get dressed now.” I push myself up off You and the sofa. The plug feels huge in me – like it’s as large as Your cock. I tell You this and You just grin at me, “Good. Get used to it dear, it’s about to become your new best friend.”

I swallow hard and lower my head slightly while going back to where my clothes are and getting dressed again. I can sense Your eyes on me, watching my every movement. My ass feels like it has been well and truly stuffed, and still burns from the caning. I feel like when I’m walking, it must be very xslot obvious that there’s a butt plug inside of me.

“Um, Sir?”

“What is it?”

“It’s just that, um, well…. Sir it’s gonna be obvious what’s going on here…”

“What are you talking about now, dear?”

“Well, uh, everyone’s going to be able to tell from the way I walk that, uh, I’ve got…something…in me Sir, and even if they can’t see that, how can they miss seeing the clamps?”

“First of all, if anyone can tell anything from the way you walk, you’ll be damn sorry when we get back here tonight, I promise you that.

Secondly, you’ll leave the first three buttons of your shirt undone, so it’s loose enough to hide the fact that you are…wearing tokens of my hold over you…and if by chance someone does happen to notice, well, we’ll just have to admit that you’re a kinky little slut, won’t we?”

I sigh softly; I really should have known better I guess.

You come over to where I am and gently take my face between Your hands. “You are going to learn that nothing in your life is as important as serving me; pleasing me. If I decide to give you to our friends for the night you’ll do whatever they want, because it’s what I want. If I decide I want to take you out naked tonight, you’ll do it with a smile on your face – because it’s what I want. Do you understand me yet? I am your Master, you cannot say no to me, you cannot lie to me … you cannot disobey me without bringing so much pain and humiliation upon yourself. I own you completely and utterly, body, mind and soul. The sooner you figure this out the better it’ll be for you. Don’t EVER make the mistake of assuming I will allow you to get away with anything at all. Now, are you ready to leave?”

I look into Your eyes, slightly stunned by this impromptu speech, and simply nod.

“Good, then let’s go.”

***

We’re meeting the others at the theatre, which is only a few blocks from the apartment, and as it’s a warm evening You decide we’ll walk there. We head off down the street and You put Your arm around my shoulders. After a few minutes, Your hand reaches down and gives a sharp tug on one of the nipple clamps. I gasp out loud and stop walking for a second, as the pain shoots down the front of my body, causing me to tremble. A couple of people turn to us with questioning looks, and You say softly in my ear “Don’t make me pull you along by this.” I’m blushing deeply by now, and shake my head at You and we keep walking. Your arm drops from my shoulders so that You can rub my ass – and of course apply a bit of pressure to the butt plug there, making it feel larger than ever. I glance up at Your face to see that You’ve got an incredibly evil smile that promises I’m in for a rough evening…

***

We get to the theatre and our friends are waiting there already. After the usual greetings and foolin’ around, we all traipse into the foyer. You get in line to get the tickets, and I go off with a couple of the others to wait for You. It’s a long queue so we’re standing around talking for quite some time. I catch Your eye and You give me a big smile and surreptitiously run a hand across Your chest – as if I needed reminding of what was under my shirt. I feel my face blush and turn away quickly from Your gaze. I figure You’re probably frowning at this, but hey, I’m likely to buckle at the knees, (or worse, cum right then and there) if I see You looking at me like that for much longer.

You come over and join us as soon as You have the tickets and we go straight in – the film’s about to start. There are about 8 of us and we manage to find an almost empty row near the back so we can all sit together. You end up sitting on the seat nearest the aisle, with me in between You and one of the other guys. Almost as soon as we’ve settled down, the house lights dim to almost nothing and the previews begin. We’re all talking and joking and generally just fucking around during them, and then the lights go out completely and the feature begins. About five minutes into it, Your hand finds its way onto my leg and gently strokes my thigh, sending waves of pleasure coursing up and down me. It moves slightly higher, xslot Giriş and just before it reaches my groin, where I so badly want it to go, You lean over and whisper in my ear, “Go to the bathroom and masturbate until you’re just about ready to cum.” I turn to You, startled. “What?”

You grip my thigh hard. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Ok, ok, I’m going,” I whisper back. I get up out of my seat and step over Your legs to get into the aisle. As I turn to go, You grab my wrist, “You’ve got four minutes.”

I hurry up the aisle and out into the foyer area. The bathrooms are off to one side, and fortunately empty. I lock myself in one of the stalls and quickly lower my shorts, grinning to myself – this isn’t going to take long at all. I lean against the door with my legs apart and gently rub my finger over my swollen clit while pulling on the nipple clamps one at a time. I was right, within seconds I’m dripping wet again, and about to cum. I stop JUST before I do however, knowing that to disobey You on this one would be … well, hazardous to my health to say the least. I wipe myself, pull up my shorts and leave the bathroom. I walk back into the theatre feeling more aroused than I can ever remember being before; so very aware of the butt plug inside of my ass and the clamps on my nipples. My face feels like it’s burning and I’m scared that when I sit down again the pressure of the shorts on my clit is going to make me cum.

I get to the right row and step over You again and slowly lower myself back into my seat. Without looking at me, You place an arm around my shoulders while reaching over and undoing the zip of my shorts. You put Your hand inside, feeling my clit and my pussy. An involuntary gasp escapes me, causing the guy next to me to turn around and ask if I’m ok. I simply nod my head – because You’ve taken my clit between Your thumb and finger and are pinching it real hard. Your little finger is in my pussy and I’m beginning to wriggle round and my breaths are becoming shorter and more ragged. Without warning, Your hand clamps over my mouth and You give my clit a HARD squeeze before removing Your hand from my shorts altogether. It’s a good thing You covered my mouth, because I yelp out loud, but it’s smothered and doesn’t get past You. Your arm goes back to resting on my shoulders but I hardly notice, I’m panting and half blind with lust by now, and would do pretty much anything to be allowed to cum – just once even. You know this of course, and sit there quietly for the next 45 minutes with only Your arm touching my shoulders. I’m not bothering to try and follow the film; my whole body is screaming for Your touch and it’s all I can do to sit there and not squirm in my seat or beg You to fuck me.

Intermission comes. We stay in our seats (Your idea) and a discussion of what’s happened so far ensues. Of course, I have absolutely no idea what the film is about or who’s even in the damn thing – I can’t seem to get my mind out from between my legs. Someone says something to me and I just stare blankly at them. “Sorry, what was that?” You decide to be merciful and come to my ‘rescue’ with, “She’s not really feeling herself tonight.” I shoot a black look at You, which was obviously intended for my benefit, another of Your “little jokes” no doubt. Very fucking funny I’m sure. One of the women comments that I do look a little flushed, am I maybe coming down with something? I mutter something about being fine, really, thanks I’m ok and hear You chuckling next to me.

Intermission finally comes to an end, and the lights are dimmed again and the second part of the film begins. I try to concentrate on it and at least make an effort to figure out what’s going on, but know it’s not really going to happen. Especially when You grab hold of my hand and pull me out of my seat whispering “Come on.” The guy next to me turns and asks again if I’m ok. “Uh, yeah, no, uh, I’ll be back in a minute. Sorry.”

You rush us out of the theatre and when we get into the foyer, You glance round to make sure no-one’s looking and pull open the door to a closet that is half hidden in a dark spot. You push me inside and close the door behind us, engulfing xslot Güncel Giriş us in complete darkness.

“What are…,” I start to ask

“Shut up! Get those pants off, turn around and don’t say another word.”

I do as ordered, removing my shorts (again) and turning so my back is to You. The butt plug is abruptly removed from my ass, only to be replaced seconds later by Your cock, which rams up into me in one sharp sudden thrust. I’m thrown forward by the savagery of it and catch myself on what feels like a shelf of some sort. You’re pumping Yourself into me; I feel Your balls slapping against my pussy, Your hands like talons on my shoulders, Your cock like an iron rod inside of me. You’re thrusting as hard as You possibly can, and it feels like You’re tearing me open. I clench my teeth as hard as I can to keep from crying out and my jaw is aching within seconds. “Ahhh…yes yes yes yes yes,” You cum in four jerking thrusts, spurting hot cum in my ass, before falling against me for a minute. “God that’s better, don’t you think?.”

I groan loudly, “Sir please…I’m so horny…my pussy is aching for You…my ass is so sore…my nipples hurt…please Sir please, let me cum? I’ll be so good from now on Master, I promise…”

In response, You pull out of my ass, shove the butt plug back in (keeping all Your cum there) and tell me to get dressed and to “stop acting like a whore and meet me back in the theatre,” and then You leave. I pull my shorts up, wincing with every movement, thinking this has to be one of the worst punishments You could possibly come up with (selectively forgetting that I think the same thing about every punishment).

Again, I make my way back to my seat and carefully sit down. I don’t even bother to look at the screen this time. I just put my head back and close my eyes for a while. When the film finally ends and the lights come back, the general consensus seems to be that it was a great movie, really worth coming out to see. Fabulous. Most of our group decide to go out for something to eat, but You look at me and say to the others “Sorry guys, but we’re gonna bail on you this time. We’ve got…stuff…to do at home. Right, dear?” I smile and nod at the others, “Yeah, we should probably get back soon I guess.” With that, we say goodnight and head back to the apartment. After we’ve gone a block or two You turn Your head to me, “So, are you feeling more…obedient than you were earlier this week, dear?”

“God yes Master. Hell, right now? I’ll feel anything You tell me to feel.”

“Good. So I won’t need to punish you for anything for a while then?”

I give a short laugh, “No Sir, absolutely not. I’ll be so well-behaved from now on, I promise I will.”

You stroke one of my cheeks gently and laugh, “I won’t recognize you…”

“I’m sorry Sir, have I really been that badly behaved lately?”

Your voice tightens for a moment. “You know you have – or has tonight been a complete waste?”

“No. No it hasn’t Sir, I guess I have been a bit of a brat recently. I am sorry Sir.”

You laugh again and slap my ass, “I bet you are.”

We get back to the apartment and go inside. You lead me straight upstairs to the bedroom and tell me I’ve got exactly ten minutes to get ready for bed – but that the butt plug and nipple clamps cannot be removed. I nod resignedly and go off to get ready.

When I return, naked of course, I see You have a pair of handcuffs waiting on the bed. You see me notice them, “Well – aren’t you going to ask?” I just shake my head, “No Sir”

You smile broadly at me “By God I think you might actually be learning something….” You come over to me and place Your hands over the nipple clamps, and lean down to kiss me. As Your lips meet mine, You pull both the clamps off at once, sending lightning bolts of pain to all parts of my body as the blood rushes back, and causing my knees to give out completely.

You laugh softly as You lower me to the bed and gently rub my nipples, easing the pain away to a dull throb. You then roll me over and cuff my hands behind my back and take out the butt plug – much more gently this time, and pull the sheet up over me. “Go to sleep now. We’ll talk again in the morning, and if you promise to behave, well, we’ll see what we can do about this,” and with that, You rub one hand against my pussy for a minute or two, just enough to get me very excited again and then take it away with one last pat. “Sleep well now…”

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