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This story contains naughty peeing, desperation and girls pissing.

“Suzanne, what are you doing?” Natalie said when she saw her friend and roommate standing with her hand on the boys room door.

“I think the guys need some positive energy, they’re such stuck up pricks.” She pushed the door open a little and turned to face Natalie. “Wanna help?”

Natalie broke into a big grin. “Yes! What do I do?”

Suzanne pushed the door completely open and looked around. “It’s empty. Come on.” The men’s bathroom had 4 urinals, 4 stalls and 4 sinks. “Stop up all the sinks and we’ll fill them with our energy.” She looked at her girlfriend’s jeans. “It would be easier in a skirt with no panties.”

“No problem.” She replied as she skinned her pants and panties down, pulled them off and threw them on the floor. “I’ll just go bare ass. So what do we do?”

“First we’ll leave our energy in all the sinks.” She was barely tall enough to reach, but she lifted her skirt and started to pee in the basin, then stopped her stream and went to the next one. “You get the last two, I think my energy is getting depleted.”

Natalie hopped up on the next sink and pissed joyfully. “Don’t worry, I have plenty!” She filled the last two with her golden nectar and jumped down. She grabbed some paper and wiped her crotch, then threw the tissue in the sink. “A little something extra. So what do we do now?”

“Refill our bladders of course. There are so many places that need our positive energy.”

They weren’t Macunköy Escort supposed to be in the school at all since it was spring break and the college was locked down with no entry for two weeks, but Suzanne talked her friend into staying in the teacher’s lounge which had comfortable couches, showers and toilets. They found a way to sneak in and out, so they brought food drinks and snacks and settled down for a fortnight’s stay all alone in the spooky old school.

“I’m ready.” Suzanne said. “Wanna spread some more positivity?”

“You know I do. You know who positively needs positivity to combat her constant negativity? Ms. Peabody.”

“You are so right! She needs it more than anyone. Let’s make sure her classroom has lots of energy.” She looked at Natalie who still was naked from the waist down. “Are you going to stay like that?”

Natalie nodded. “Until it gets cold, no pants.”

Suzanne stripped off her skirt. “Then I will, too! May I say that you have a beautiful pussy, with the hair shaped like that. Your slit is like a straight line. Mine looks like a hastily packed bag with stuff hanging out all over.”

“Ha ha! Yours is pretty, too. It looks delicious and I know it’s tasty.”

“Peabody’s class first.”

They strolled down the corridors half naked, arm in arm, to Ms. Peabody’s classroom and opened the door to a familiar sight, math class. The desks were all arranged in rows and Ms. Peabody’s desk was up front as usual. Suzanne pulled Macunköy Escort Bayan out all the drawers in the desk and arranged herself on one side.

“You take the other, Nat. I really gotta release some energy.”

“Me too.” Natalie replied and a stream of hot yellow pee streamed out of her pussy right into Ms. Peabody’s top drawer, soaking all the supplies in there. They made sure to wet every drawer till their supply ran out and closed up the desk as they giggled, skipping, hand in hand, back down the corridor.

“That was so naughty!” Natalie said as they ate some snacks and drank soda.

“Yes, and we’ve got two weeks to pee anywhere.”

“What will they do when everyone returns?”

“They will experience our positive energy and rejoice that someone cared enough to leave them something.” She paused. “Then they’ll get the bleach out and try to find the dirty culprits who pissed all over the school!”

They really did enjoy their pissing spree, running down the corridors dripping urine all the way, drenching Ms. Peabody’s classroom and making sure the boys room was soaked in girl pee then making love all night after the exciting pee sessions. It was the last Friday, classes were to return on Monday and they decided to spend the rest of the time thoroughly wetting Ms. Peabody’s classroom. Suzanne was squatting on the desk, pants less, while Natalie was pissing on the chair when the door opened. It was Ms. Peabody! Caught in mid piss, unable to stop Escort Macunköy the flow, they continued peeing while the professor stared at them both, shocked. She looked different without her usual tight bun and severe clothes. Her hairdo was right out of Vogue or Harper’s Bazaar, her short shorts were tight enough to show camel toe and she sported more than a little cleavage. She was standing there, legs squeezed together, dancing uncomfortably and putting her hand between her legs.

“I can’t- I can’t hold it!” Her piss gushed out, soaking her shorts, running down her legs into her shoes. She struggled to get control and spread her legs to let the pee spray onto the floor.

“You dirty girls!” she said, flustered and embarassed. “You made me wet myself.”

The girls rushed over to her, hugged and comforted her.

“Don’t worry, it’s just pee, it washes off.”

“Yeah, we all have accidents.”

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes. And to tell the truth I always wanted to piss in my classroom but never had the nerve.” She slipped out of her shoes and pulled her wet shorts down and off. “Oh, fuck it.” she said and pulled her thoroughly soaked blue panties off, too, exposing her shaved pussy.

“So you like piss?” Both girls nodded. “Ever taste your piss?” Again, two nods. “Taste mine.” It was more of a command as she wrung her pissy panties into the girls mouth. “Now tell me what you were doing here?”

They explained how they had nowhere to go and stayed there during break and decided to leave their positive energy all over the school.

“Can I participate in you Positive Energy Experience? I’d love to piss all over the school just once!” The girls agreed enthusiastically, broad grins and hearty laughter echoed thru the room as Ms. Peabody said “On to the dean’s office!”

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11:30 pm later that night in a dorm the author was too lazy to name.

Lacey hugged her knees on her bed while starting off into the dark room. She still wore the soiled clothes from that day’s lesson. She wasn’t crying. She had done that enough while she had cleaned up the room. Her eyes red, she stared off into the void, preoccupied with her thoughts.

Why did Headmistress say that? She didn’t mean what she said. She couldn’t have. We shared something. No, we share something. I know it and she knows it. She loves me. I know she does. Lacey absentmindedly shifted and felt the feeling in her lower abdomen. Residual soreness from her first time. And she was still full of Headmistress’ spunk. Her love.

Why? Lacey had repeated this thought the entire night in her head. She couldn’t understand why. The worst part is that she feared she would never understand why. Then something clicked in her head.

I don’t need to know why. I need to focus on the future, on how. How am I going to get her to admit her love for me?

Lacey reflected on how their lessons had progressed. At first she had been happy just following orders from Headmistress. Heeding her every command. But quickly she learned that an even greater feeling than following orders was being proactive. It always felt good hearing Headmistress gasp and moan from her own actions.

As time went on Headmistress gave fewer and fewer orders. Lacey was quick on the uptake and quickly learned what headmistress liked. She had to, it was the best way for her to prove her devotion.

But her devotion was not in question. The question was how to make Headmistress give in to her real feelings.

That’s it! She doesn’t need to make Headmistress express her love for her. She simply has to bait her into doing it herself. There was often a point in their sessions where Headmistress took control. Sometimes it was because she was nearing her peak and other times it was long before her peak because Lacey was working too slow for her liking. Purposefully.

Even more than being proactive in their sessions, Lacey loved it when Headmistress herself was proactive. When she wanted it, she knew how to tease Headmistress just enough to cause her to take control. When she grabbed her head and simply used her mouth as well as gave her hand jobs for the secondary course and whispered both the dirtiest and sweetest things into her ear, Lacey was in heaven. The memories brought another dull pang of sadness heep in her chest. I refuse to believe all of that was a lie.

She pushed her feelings back down. Now was not the time for tears. It was the time for action. She had to entice Headmistress. Seduce her even more than she already had. The only problem was, she didn’t know how to do that.

Lacey had not really thought about being in a relationship or attracting someone. Of course she had fantasies late into the might of meeting Mr. or Ms. right. (which usually ended in her covered in a layer of her own semen as she dreamed of the love they would make) But she never actively searched for someone. She never changed her appearance to attract someone. Since she was young, everyone had called her cute. She was numb to it, but any attention was good attention for her so she kept up the cute look. But when Headmistress whispered it into her ear while stroking her, or moaned it out while pumping into her throat, it felt different. It felt special.

She then remembered the times when Headmistress really lost control. When she used Lacey’s throat with little care but her own pleasure, or when she got really into the reach around, biting down on Lacey’s neck and letting her comments out in low growls instead of the usual loving whispers while her hand unrelentingly emptied Lacey’s balls. In those times she had not used the words “cute” or “adorable.” She used “hot” and “sexy.” Her language took a turn from light praise to hot dirty talk. Usually, Headmistress had some sense in the back of her mind to be careful with Lacey, to care for her, and as it seems, a sense of “right and wrong”. There’s nothing wrong about what we have. It’s part of why Lacey loves her.

But in those moments she was as rough as she wanted to be and they both loved it. Every time it happened Headmistress would come to her senses after orgasm and apologize profusely for losing control, coddling and holding Lacey close as if she were scared she had killed the girl. And every time Lacey would enthusiastically tell her it was perfectly fine while massaging her sore throat and enjoying the closeness.

That’s what Lacey needed to be. She needed to be sexy more often in order to draw out the inner Headmistress. Now. How does one be sexy? The dark room lit up as Lacey unlocked her phone to google her question, the internet would surely know better than her, and she looked down at herself. She realized she was sticky with sweat, and her blouse still stuck to her stomach from her own seed. Karşıyaka Escort Ok. first a shower, then studying on how to get sexy.

A week later, Amirah’s office.

Amirah sat behind her desk barely focusing on her work. She had a cacophony of emotions running through her brain, the foremost being anger, and close second being deep seeded lust. Her boner uncomfortably rested against the underside of her disk as it tented her skirt.

Lacey had gone on the offensive, and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. This past week had been the most trying period in her entire life.

Lacey was trying to tempt her. And it was working. She had started out grand and bold. At the beginning of their fist session after the … incident, Amirah had wanted to set up some ground rules with a serious talk. Instead, as soon as the door closed Lacey had thrown herself into Amirah’s arms. Before she had any time to think, Lacey laced her limbs languidly around her lover’s neck and pulled her lips close. Their lips had been centimeters away before Amirah realized what she was doing and quickly pushed them apart. She then sat Lacey down and had a serious talk, one which she was sure Lacey ignored since she pouted the entire time and immediately after tried it again.

After the third attempt Amirah got fed up with her. She was more energetic than usual. More feisty and disobedient. And so Amirah did the only thing she could think of to make the over eager girl complacent. She bent her over her desk and took her hard and fast. Several times.

As they laid in a sweaty pile of limbs, Amirah panicked again. She had once again came deep inside of Lacey, multiple times. Her panic was interrupted when Lacey, through her cum drunk haze, groaned about how everything was fine and she was starting birth control, and even produced packaging to prove it.

And so went the following sessions. There was little pretense, and few words spoken between the two. They would enter the room and simply fuck each other senseless. At some point or another Lacey would try to steal a kiss and Amirah would stop her and punish her by fucking her even harder. By now she had had Lacey in almost every position possible in all corners of the room. Besides the avoided kisses, she was proud of the fact that she maintained the “Ms. Campbell” barrier. Lord knows she had almost screwed up and reverted back to “Lacey” many times in the past week.

But what occurred during their lessons wasn’t the problem here. The problem was what was beginning to happen outside of their lessons.

Lacey was breaking the unspoken rule between them. All of their lo-… affection was to be contained to their lessons, to that room.

There were both subtle and obvious ways. The obvious were starting to get attention from the student body and faculty. Lacey upped the amount of time she spent with Amirah outside of their lessons. If both of them were in between classes, one could bet money that Lacey was talking to Amirah. Even when Amirah adamantly ignored her, Lacey hung around like a neglected puppy.

Amirah noticed that students seemed to be even more scared of her than usual and didn’t understand until she caught Lacey glaring at another girl who got too close. Lacey was non-verbally staking her claim. She claimed she was scaring off other girls and sometimes even staff to “prevent them from bothering” Amirah. They had several conversations about it and yet Lacey refused to stop.

By this point it was obvious to students and faculty that there was at least a one sided crush between them. Other faculty have asked Amirah why she allowed it and she told them that it was better to ignore it and let the crush die out. Any acknowledgement was sure to only prolong her actions. Amirah chuckled to herself dryly. Yeah. Like talking to her about it could do any more damage than fucking her daily wouldn’t.

The subtle ways were ways that Lacey knew would only get to her. They were even worse than the obvious ones. First and foremost were the looks that Lacey would give her. Whenever they interacted before, Lacey would act shy and adorable. Sometimes unsure of how to conduct herself around Amirah. Those days were gone. Now when they interacted Lacey was confident and sure. Whenever their eyes met, no longer did she quickly avert them. She held Amirah’s gaze in a silent challenge. And that challenge said, “Fuck me.”

The look had that much more power behind it now that she had started wearing make up. Not enough to cake her face, but just enough to highlight her already perfect features. Her eyes seemed bluer, her face fuller. She had even started stylizing her hair. Instead of her usual style, straight down her back, some days it was wavy, other days put up. She had overheard students contemplating that she was doing it to attract her attention. They were right on the money.

The next one was her Karşıyaka Escort Bayan uniform. She had started wearing her skirt shorter. Not enough for most people to notice, but Amirah had the school’s uniform memorized down to the millimeter. Almost every girl at the university besides Lacey had been reprimanded for their uniform being improper in some minor, almost imperceptible way. She knew that only Amirah would pick up on it. And they both knew she liked it.

Her behavior in class was problematic as well. She sat up front, giving her free range to send her lustful looks to Amirah all class without fear of others finding out. Sometimes she would even throw in lewd motions, such as opening her mouth slightly and rolling her tongue around, a clear invitation for Amirah’s cock. Sometimes when she got really brave, she would meet her Amirah’s eyes and slowly start lifting the front of her skirt, showing off more and more of her porcelain skin and distracting the professor more than once during her lessons.

Today Lacey even crossed the physical barrier outside of the room. She had pinched Amirah’s ass during one of their hallway walks. Amirah stumbled, the act overloading her senses as she could not believe anyone would dare, especially Lacey, now that the entire school already suspected. And of course after the stumble Lacey had pressed herself up against Amirah in a fake attempt to keep her steady. While her face and words feigned concern, the hand on Amirah’s side traced slow circles.

After that Amirah retreated to her office for the day, no longer able to keep her boner down. As she lamented of the past few days and about the future, she got the final straw.

Her phone vibrated on her desk. When the name “Cumslut” appeared she quickly picked it up. The students were not allowed to use their devices unless specified in class or in designated areas, and Amirah knew Lacey’s schedule. She was in class right now.

The flare of anger that rose in her quickly faded as she absorbed the video sent to her by her top student.

The text above it said “Don’t worry. I already went over this topic on my own so I don’t need to pay attention. At least to the lesson…”

It started out as a shot of a classroom. One of the faculty was teaching something or other about math. Immediately Amirah realized that Lacey was in the back of the class. Something unheard off in her four years at the school. The camera panned to show the entire class diligently taking notes before panning down to her desk and already filled out the notebook.

Amirah thought Lacey had sent the video to brag, which was highly unlike her. Maybe she wants some sort of praise in today’s lesson? She was right about her wanting praise, but wrong about when she wanted it.

The video was three minutes long and only fifteen seconds had passed. The phone started going under the desk. Amirah’s eyes could not believe the sight before them. Lacey had her skirt hiked up to just below her waist, and her hard cock was exposed to the air under her desk. It was clear to Amirah she wasn’t wearing any form of underwear. Thirty seconds of video had passed. Amirah watched in equal horror and arousal as Lacey’s other hand entered the frame, lubed up with something and proceeded to touch herself. Slowly. The wet sliding of flesh and her soft moans may have been inaudible to those around her, but the phone picked up every sound.

Her hand started speeding up but at the two minute mark the camera emerged from under the desk to point at its user’s face. There was an obvious blush to Lacey’s face as the hand under the desk kept up its work. Looked into the camera with eyes of pure lust as she held back her moans. Then, towards the end of the video her hand abruptly stopped and she tensed up, sucking in a breath. She didn’t. After a second Lacey released the breath with a shuddering sigh. The camera moved back under the table and Amirah expected to see a mess. Instead her dick was still rock hard and there was not a trace of semen. Well other than the stream of precum leaking from her tip. Amirah realized what she had done. Lacey got herself right to the edge. Her usually cute cock was red and flaring, demanding release. It looked as if a small breeze would set it off.

Then the camera went back to Lacey’s face and she held the camera close enough to hear her whisper. Her breath shrouded in lust as she said, “If you want to see me paint my desk to the thought of you, all you have to do is say the magic words.” Then the video ended.

Amirah’s brain had shut down while viewing the video. It kickstarted when the screen went black and she was ashamed at her very first thought. The thought of giving Lacey what she wanted. Good girl. Then her professor mode kicked in. What is she doing!? What if she gets caught? They would check the phone and see my number with this and every other video she’d sent me. Then her panic grew Escort Karşıyaka as she thought of the other and, in her mind, the worse consequence. I would be forced to expel her. Then I would lose my job. Her family almost definitely demands some sort of punishment. We would be separated. Kept apart. I would never see her again. Why would she risk that, after all we’ve been through? Why would she risk what we ha- She caught herself and took a minute to take deep breaths and calm down. Then she checked her clock. There was still an hour left of that lecture. At any moment someone could turn around and see her in the act. She’s fucking crazy. Amirah picked up her office phone and made a call.

Ten minutes later Lacey entered her office, shyly holding her bag in front of herself and closed the door behind her. As soon as she entered, Amirah saw the goody two shoes facade drop. She dropped her bag by the door and smiled seductively at her while lifting up her skirt to show her still on edge dick to Amirah.

“So I guess you wanted to see it in person.” Her confident tone and grin set Amirah off.

She stood from her chair and slammed her palms on her desk. Lacey was unfazed. “Lacey what in the fuck do you think you were doing? You could have gotten caught!”

Lacey started taking steps towards Amirah and put on an innocent and condescending tone. “Oh. Are we back on a first name basis? And I don’t think that’s proper language Headmistress. What if anyone else heard you speak like that? I don’t think that would set a good example for them. Or me, for that matter. Especially with that tent in your skirt.” Her smile pissed Amirah off to no end. Lacey had reached the desk and started walking around it. She grasped her penis and gave it a small pump, closing her eyes as she hissed in pleasure.

“You got what you wanted, Headmistress. I’m here. So. Do you want me to finish on your command?” Lacey noticed Amirah’s eyes were glued to her cock. “Or maybe did you want to finish me off yourself?” She gave her hips a little sway, causing it to swing back and forth.

Amirah had reached her boiling point. She grabbed Lacey and spun her around. She barely registered Lacey’s excited squeal as Amirah restrained her arm behind her back and bent her over the desk.

45 minutes later, same office.

Amirah lucked out. The walls of her office were pretty thick, and she had cleared her usually busy schedule because of her boner problem. That meant both that one, they had almost all the time in the world to let out their frustrations on each other. And two, they wouldn’t be interrupted. Or so she thought.

Over half an hour and three creampies later and their roles were reversed. Amirah usually paced herself during their lessons. But this was no lesson, and she wasn’t usually blind with a lustful rage. She gassed earlier than she ever had before and Lacey was not having it.

Currently she was in her office chair while Lacey straddled and rode her. Amirah recognized that instead of straight up and down, Lacey never took more than half of her length out of her, instead opting to move her hips back and forth or gyrate them in small circles. I wonder where she learned this?

Amirah realized that this position left her little hope to escape her once docile lov-partner. She had spent the majority of her rage in the first three rounds, mercilessly ramming herself into Lacey as she herself covered the underside of her desk in seed. Now that she was tired, the other feelings started to emerge. Feelings she had meant to suppress. And they only grew with the fact that they were now face to face with one another. She tried to take Lacey from behind as much as possible, partially to escape the kiss attempts. Mostly worried that she might make one of her own.

That fear was justified as now that she could feel Lacey’s breath on her face, the blue orbs closer than they had been in a week, she definitely felt the urge. To resist this urge she turned her head to the side, looking anywhere in the room except in front of her, trying to focus solely on the feeling of the warm hole encompassing her cock.

But as it turns out Lacey was still full of surprises as she cupped Amirah’s chin and turned her head towards her. While a look of shock adorned Amirah’s face, she recognized one of annoyance in Lacey’s. Amirah didn’t particularly like seeing Lacey unhappy, but the only way she could think to make her happy was to kiss it better. And that was exactly what she was trying not to do. So she turned her head again.

She heard Lacey make a noise akin to “Hmpf.” So fucking adorable. Then she was shocked once again when something warm and wet slid across her neck, leaving a wet trail and sending a shiver down her spine. Did she just- it happened again, this time on her cheek. She turned her head back to look at the girl, who’s annoyance turned into obvious pride at having gotten Amirah to turn her way.

And then she licked her again. And again. And again. Each time a different place on her face or neck, all the while keeping her hips moving. Amirah watched as the initial excitement from the act quickly gave way to boredom on the girl’s face. She then watched as Lacey had an idea, and her sly smile returned.

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Chapter 1. Home fantasy

Megan couldn’t resist the deep urge inside as she finally succumbed and plunged her finger into her slippery kitty. These sessions were becoming increasingly frequent. Her urges seemed insatiable. Her rational side reasoned that this was just a temporary phase of overactive hormones. Surely, It will pass. But this was already the third time she masturbated this morning.

“Just one more time”, she thought.

Her increasingly perverted desires and body overpowered any sensible explanation. She concentrated on her fingers moving in and out of her wetness. She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself. Before, she would never have thought to do such a thing.

“Good girls don’t do these things. Right?” she would constantly ask herself.

Now, Megan was beginning to find her own smell intoxicating and she imagined that it was the cum of her imaginary lover.

“Yes, cum inside me,” she whispered, as if her lover were there, as she brought her wet fingers to her mouth.

She pinched her nipples with her wet finger.

Then, her thoughts rapidly turned to a new fantasy that she had been having lately. Something, that she had never desired or imagined until now — sex with another woman.

“Oh, lick me there my little pet,” she imagined her beautiful mistress commanding her. “Make me cum.”

Megan imagined serving her mistress in a medieval castle. She was her woman servant attending to all her needs. By smelling and tasting her own pussy juice on her fingers, it became more real. Now, she imagined this to be the essence of her imaginary Mistress. She rubbed her hand hard over her nose and mouth as her tongue licked furiously, imagining that her fingers were her mistress’ pussy.

“That’s it my little slave girl, lick my clit,” her Mistress would implore her.

The mistress was positioned over her head, moving back and forth, rubbing hard against her face. Her nose slipped into the entrance of her Mistress’s wet kitty.

With her other hand, she pinched her nipples and then quickly reached down to rub herself. Her fantasy was so vivid and alive. Also, her smell made the images even more real. She rubbed faster and faster against her engorged pussy. When she was this aroused, her clit was hard, and even touching it sent shock waves through her body.

She wanted to cum so badly. She rubbed harder and faster, while at the same time pulling and pinching her nipples with all her force. She was approaching climax. As her fingers ran all along the wet outside of her pussy, she would occasionally let one of her fingers penetrate her small tight entrance.

“Why is your slutty entrance so small, my pet? Are you a virgin?” her Mistress asked her.

“I,… um, well..I,” she mumbled to her imaginary Mistress, not wanting to admit the truth.

“Speak, my slave or you shall be punished,” the Mistress said sternly.

“Because, Mistress, my husband doesn’t fill me with his small cock,” she said defeated.

“Yes, we shall need to find a bigger cock for this slutty pet,” the Mistress responded, triumphantly. “But for now, you shall service my pussy.”

Megan never wanted to outright admit it because she loved Nathan, her husband, so much. But it was true that his small cock left her frustrated. It never bothered her before, but now her rampant sexual fantasies have begun to open up a new desire in her.

She wanted to feel what it was like to have a real man’s cock inside her. Yes, she desired a real man to fill and squirt inside her. She was becoming obsessed with the idea.

With these thoughts, she continued to rub her pussy faster and harder.

———-

Before this moment, Megan had been working on her latest oil painting all morning. As had become typical, she was pantiless and only wore one of her husband Nathan’s button-down shirts. She loved how her thick hairy pussy felt without panties. When she had settled into her couch she opened her legs and closed her eyes. Her kitty was already wet with her sexual excitement.

Lately, she never wore panties around the house. First, she only did this when Nathan would go off to work. However, then one Saturday, she decided not to wear them, making sure that one of Nathan’s button-down dress shirts almost didn’t cover her sufficiently. She made sure that when she bent down or moved quickly, that the telltale signs of her hairy pussy could just be seen.

She would purposely make movements in front of him so the shirt would slightly reveal her secret. She did this because she hoped that Nathan would notice. Also, the thrill of being discovered was a turn-on. She wanted to see his reaction. But, it was as if he didn’t even notice, and she was disappointed.

Once she even went to the grocery store with Nathan like this. She had expected that he say something, but he didn’t. A few years ago, he would have noticed right away.

His waning sexual libido was not for Megan’s physical appearance. Megan was not just your average İvedik Escort pretty girl. She was spectacularly beautiful. Everything about her physical appearance seemed utter perfection itself.

She had a thin athletic figure with small firm breasts that were topped off with deep brown and perfectly formed nipples. Her facial features were Celtic, almost elfish, with a thin pointy nose, greenish eyes, high cheekbones, and large pouting lips. Her dirty blonde hair was straight, thick, and cut shoulder length, enough so that some days she could put it in a ponytail. By all accounts, she was someone that people noticed.

“You are my beautiful elf,” Nathan would say when they were just married. “You are the most beautiful girl on the planet. Why did you marry me?” he would say slightly joking, but with a sense of truthful self-doubts.

“Because I love you so much, Nathan,” she would answer reassuringly. “You know that.”

This seemed to assuage his self-doubts about himself and his manhood.

“Besides, you are my little pet,” she said teasing him and trying to deflect such conversations; giving him a nudge and making him smile and think of something else.

“Yeah, but you could have any man.”

“But, I want you, my love,” she said.

She kissed his delicate lips. She often thought it was like kissing another woman. Of course, she never said such a thing out loud.

——

Megan and her husband Nathan had been married for four years. He was a junior data analyst at Barret-Peters Equities, an up-and-coming hedge fund that developed block-chain infrastructure for algorithmic trading. Between the volatility of the market and fast-paced changes in the trading field, Nathan was working more than ever and stress was constant. As a result, their once-active sex life was far more diminished. But the truth was, his work had nothing to do with sexual failings.

“He is working so hard,” she would convince herself of Nathan’s sexual apathy. She would make such excuses for him. “He is stressed out,” she would say.

But this displaced the problem. This just avoided the unavoidable. In the meantime, she satisfied her sexual desires with her own secret sexual fantasies.

Nathan was an attractive man. Well, that is not a good description. For a man, he was too attractive and too pretty. If anything, his features were quite feminine and boyish. He had large blue eyes, a slender nose, and straight blondish-red hair. His skin was clear and white with no facial hair at all. This made him look younger than his 29 years. He had perfect white teeth, thin lips, but relatively high cheekbones for a man. His hands were slender with long fingers and his frame was slight.

His body was thin and lacked body hair except for the pubic hair around his small cock and balls. With such a thin and hairless body, he looked like a teenager. In fact, when they went to the coast that summer at the family’s beach house, people confused him with Megan’s younger teenage brother instead of her husband of nearly thirty.

Before they were married, her friends and family would often joke with her about his appearance.

“Megan, you seem to be marrying your girlfriend and not a boyfriend,” they would tease her.

Others would joke, “He is prettier than most girls on campus.”

But, of course, Megan was so in love, that his feminine appearance didn’t bother her in the slightest. His good looks and pretty face were so striking that she loved looking at him.

—–

In all aspects, Nathan was the perfect husband. He was kind, caring, and thoughtful. But, their sex life was becoming a problem for Megan. She never would have imagined that she would be so “trivial” as to make sex an issue. But, his unusually small penis and lack of stamina during sex made Megan often frustrated. Now, sex, when it happened, left her frustrated and unable to reach orgasm.

This did not go unnoticed by Nathan. His aversion to intercourse with her was probably because he realized that he was failing her in bed.

“Is everything ok, Nathan?” she would often ask while they lay in bed after sex and she noticed him rather depressed.

“Yeah, of course, Megan,” he would respond. “It’s just that….”

“Yes?” she had hoped he would someday say it so she didn’t have to.

“Oh, nothing.”

Someday they would have to talk about this. Someday they would have to fix this simmering problem.

—–

Meanwhile, Megan became lost in a sexual fantasy world. Instead of watching television, she became an avid reader. First, she read the normal romance genre. But then, she had come across the popular boo, “50 Shades”, and it was an awakening for her. Erotica was now an obsession for her. She devoured all types of erotica and imagined herself as the protagonist. Since she read these on her pad or computer, she kept her erotic reading and fantasies a secret. What would Nathan think of her?

At first, the erotica stories she read were İvedik Escort Bayan quite vanilla. They were essentially a romance with some explicit sex. After reading “50 Shades”, she sought out similar topics, eventually leading her to kinkier subjects. Each time she craved the sex situations and descriptions to be rawer and harder. She wanted the BDSM to be more explicit.

Then she discovered Femdom.

Her world-view turned upside down from that point on.

——-

As she sat on the couch with her legs wide open, she pushed her finger on the nub of her clit and slowly moved it back and forth. With her other hands, she unbuttoned the shirt and slipped her fingers inside to pinch her nipple.

First, she imagined her imaginary femdom Mistress forcing her pussy on her face. As she rubbed her pussy more, her fantasy transformed into her husband’s tongue.

“Yes, Nathan, that’s it,” she whispered but with urgency. “Lick me harder, my little pretty slave.”

She imagined her feminine husband with a collar around his neck. She pulled on the color so that his face was forced between her legs. She imagined that she was a Femdom Mistress.

Just then, her finger penetrated her entrance. It felt so amazing. She had to put two or three fingers inside her. From lack of being stretched, she was so tight.

“What would it be like to have a thick cock inside me?” she thought as her fingers pumped inside her.

With these thoughts, her finger was transformed into a large cock, penetrating her small hole. She imagined a large man with thick muscles entering her. She imagined him pumping his cock into her nearly virgin pussy. He forced her open in a way that Nathan could never do. The pain and pleasure would be unbearable.

She wanted to fit her entire hand inside her pussy. She needed more lubrication. She ran her hand over the full length of her vulva. Then, she rubbed her engorged clitoris. Her breathing was shorter. Her back arched so that her pelvis, and forced her hand inside her small hole with all her will and strength. With the copious amount of wetness, her fist pushed through her small wet entrance. Now she wanted to feel full.

She needed relief. She needed to cum. She imagined her imaginary lover entering her. With this thought, she pushed her fist further into herself with short hard thrusts, she began to rock her pelvis back and forth, letting her fingers enter more each time. Oh, she was so close.

She is going to cum. She can feel her body begin to spasm. Her hands move faster. She moves her pelvis with increasing force against the palm of her hand and invading fingers. She is so close. She rubs faster. She moves her hips to push her hand further into her entrance. Her other hand becomes a blur with the rapid circular motions against her clit.

Then, all of a sudden, her whole body tenses! She feels a wave of tension. She is cumming and it feels like it will last for an eternity. Her body shakes uncontrollably in short jerks.

Even though the onset of her orgasm, she continues to rub so her kitty. Then all of a sudden she lost control and a stream of liquid sprayed out soaking the couch. The shockwave rippled through her as the orgasm rolled over her. Finally, it was over and she collapsed nearly lifeless into the softness of the couch. Now, she is compelled to remain still because every part of her body is too sensitive to touch.

Chapter 2. Enrolling in Art Class

Megan is a struggling artist. While her husband is working all day, she works on oil-paintings in her home art studio.

Her recent appetite for erotic literature was not only influencing her increasing “masturbation habits”, but also her art. The subject of her oil paintings was becoming more erotic. Almost unconsciously, her subjects now were centered on sex and kink. Her paintings reflecting a modern-day narrative of Carravaggio, but with kinky BDSM and femdom overtones.

Nonetheless, she lacked the level of technical abilities to attain the level of esthetic quality that she sought. So that her art erotic paintings to be more powerful, even she realized that she needed to paint a higher level of realism and dynamics. She needed better control not only of the drawing but of values and color.

For this, she realized she needed classical training of the human figure. Only then would she be able to bring out the erotic subtlety that she sought.

Nathan had always encouraged her to attend the Modern Museum Art School in the city.

“Megan, you really should enroll in the Master’s class. You know that the art courses there will help,” he tried to convince her.

“You are so sweet Nathan, but they are so expensive.”

“Don’t worry about that. We will manage. Besides, this month I will be receiving a raise. I want you to attend. OK?”

Megan hugged and kissed Nathan. He was so caring and thoughtful. It seemed there was nothing he wouldn’t do to please Megan.

Soon he would be doing lots Escort İvedik more that he never would have imagined to please Megan.

“Oh, Nathan. You are the best,” she repeated as she kissed him several times on the cheek.

——

They visited the web page of the Modern Museum Art School and searched for the Master’s programs. In the advanced course section, the Classical Art Master’s program seemed to be exactly what Megan was looking for.

The program was a 2-year program and intensive. The course listing included courses, such as “Nude Model 1 & 2”, “Nude drawing, Color theory for nude painting 1 & 2”, and “dynamic action for classical nude painting 1,2, & 3”. The course descriptions were very interesting and seemed to be exactly what Megan was looking for in a Master’s program.

The description made clear that the Master’s degree was advanced, serious, and demanding. It also stated that enrollment should be done in person at the school’s admissions office since portfolio and “other” requirements were needed.

Even though the program was quite expensive, Nathan continued to encourage her.

“Come on Megan,” he said lovingly. “I want you to enroll. I think it would be great for your career.”

It was decided, the next day she would go to the admissions office of the Modern Museum Art School and enroll in the program.

——

“Hello,” she said to the woman at the enrollment office. “I am interested in enrolling in the figure painting Master’s program.”

Megan had gone to the Modern Museum Art School enrollment office early the next morning as planned. The woman that attended her was perhaps 50 years old. She was dressed smartly, wore her hair up in a bun, and had modern wireframe glasses. Nonetheless, even for her age, she was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes were a deep blue-gray and seemed to penetrate directly into Megan’s soul.

“Oh, ok. Wonderful,” she said turning to grab a printed brochure of the course guide. “You do know that this an advanced Master’s degree and is meant for students with formal undergraduate training from an Art school?”

Megan shook her head affirmatively, “Yes, I attended Parksons School of Art.”

“Excellent. Do you have a portfolio?” the woman asked.

“Uhm, yes,” Megan said pulling out some photographs from her large attache case. “These are some of my works and photos of my oil paintings.”

“Very good,” the woman said looking through photographs of Megan’s paintings. “You do lovely work. I am almost sure that you will be able to enroll.”

“Thanks,” Megan said, quite relieved. She was worried that it may be too difficult to enroll or that there would not be enough space.

After the woman finished looking at the sample of Megan’s portfolio, she pointed to the brochure. “So, let me tell you a bit about the Master’s degree, and also some other requirements.”

“Ok.”

“First, the Master’s degree is centered on oil painting, as you know. You will be expected to buy your own materials. Of course, there are easels in the classrooms,” she paused. “The classes are quite intensive, as you can see here. It is a course on a full-time schedule. That means it is from Monday thru Friday from 9 am until 7 pm. Will that be a problem?”

“No, not at all. That won’t be a problem.”

“But don’t worry, dear,” she said in a friendly tone. “You will have lots of breaks and you can work at your own pace.”

Megan smiled and appreciated the shift towards a more friendly, congenial, and protective treatment.

“Ok. Great. Well, we are a bit different from other art programs we offer here. I hope that you will find this requirement acceptable.”

“Oh, I am sure that I will adapt,” said Megan imagining some other inconvenience about scheduling.

“I only say that because sometimes other students are not comfortable with this and end up not enrolling.”

“Oh, OK, umm…,” Megan stumbled rather puzzled.

“Well, this is a different type of art school, Ms.?”

“Shields,” she answered quickly. “Megan Shields.”

“Yes, Ms. Shields. Megan,” she paused adding parenthetically, “That is such a pretty name for such a lovely girl.”

Megan blushed.

“I’m Janet,” she said outstretching her hand.

Megan eagerly shook the woman’s hand.

Well, in this Master’s we require that the students take turns as live models.”

“Oh. Well, I guess that would not be a problem. But you mean….?”

“Yes, nude,” Janet answered completing the sentence

“Oh.”

“You see, the sessions of each class are so long that we can’t find enough models to cover all the times. So, students must agree to rotate and take turns being nude models. They must agree to these terms during the entire duration of the Master’s program.”

“Well. I never modeled, ya know, nude before, but I guess ….”

“One becomes accustomed. Oh, and something else. And often, since we focus on dynamic movements and positions, students have to model performing actions.”

“Uhm, well I guess that’s ok.”

“Sometimes, it is of interest to have models interacting. So those actions are often done with other students.”

“Naked together?”

“Yes. And, well….,” she hesitated. “In sometimes quite intimate poses.”

“What do you mean by intimate?”

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My New Boss Part 26

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When we got into the kitchen, Rim handed me a pack of wet-wipes and told me to make myself respectable for round two. I wiped John’s load from my face and Rim gave me a nod to signify that I was clean. I grabbed another beer from the refrigerator and returned to Fat John. He was on his phone texting someone, his fat fingers dominating the keyboard. He didn’t even acknowledge me as I knelt by the side of his recliner, holding his beer. I felt like a pussy, dressed as I was in a silk babydoll with matching panties, but remained silently kneeling next to him.

Rim returned to the room shortly after, knelt before him and picked up her pedicure kit.

“Where were we, baby, before we got sidetracked?” she asked him sweetly, as she lifted one of his swollen feet onto her upper thigh, and prepared to trim his nails.

John continued to text, ignoring us as we served and pampered him. Rim worked silently on his nails, cutting, filing and attending to his cuticles, as I held his beer for him in between swigs. John didn’t take long to finish his third beer, and I didn’t need to be asked to get him another one. I took the three empty bottles into the kitchen, removed the bottle cap from his fourth beer, and knelt back beside him until he reached out for another sip.

When Rim was done with his toenails, she put her pedicure kit to the side, and signaled for me to come and kneel in front of Fat John. The two of us looked up at him with adoration, as he began to detail all of his favorite moments in the capable hands of my girlfriend, Suky. He was quite graphic in his descriptions, and I didn’t need any clarification, despite him asking me several times if I understood. Once he was done, Fat John enjoyed my rendition of his favorite “Suky moves”, critiquing me continuously as we worked to achieve a mirror image of my girlfriend’s tender touch.

That fat bastard enjoyed himself immensely that evening, as I worked hard under his tutelage. Rim already knew her part in the highly choreographed sexual encounter, having performed her magic on John, in a co-ordinated effort with Suky, multiple times in the past. His blew his second load all over Rim’s face and neck as he tit-fucked her, while I licked and nibbled his flabby ass-cheeks.

Rim had recently enhanced her boobs, taking advantage of Joy’s employee improvement program. This long running employee perk, allowed the masseuses zero interest loans towards any cosmetic procedures that would improve the customer experience at the spa. Rim had elected to have “D” cups implanted, and at the same time had opted for collagen enhanced lips and a Brazilian butt-lift. The resulting improvement in her physical appearance, and overall desirability, had the effect of immediately increasing her tips, and she wasn’t going to miss the one hundred dollars per month payment to Joy, particularly as it was an interest-free loan.

John was one of the first customers to tit-fuck her new breasts, and the very first punter to ejaculate on her newly pumped-up lips, a tidbit that she shared with him after he blew his load on her. Right before he came, in order to maximize his pleasure, she instructed him to get up on all fours. She held her pert, mammoth breasts aloft for his cock to pound, and I licked his hairy asshole until he unloaded his nuts.

After John came, he remained in the doggy-style position, the implication being that he wanted me to continue rimming him. I ended up eating his asshole for several more minutes as he moaned and whimpered under my expert stimulation. He finally told me to remove my tongue from inside his ass, and after hauling his oversized frame up to his knees, he wiped the tip of his cock across Rim’s forehead. I knelt beside him and helped him to his feet, and as he waddled naked down my hallway, he looked back at Rim and I.

“Let’s hit the shower,” he instructed us.

This was the part of the evening that I was dreading. Best case scenario, I was going to endure the emasculation of licking his semen from the wall of the shower enclosure. Worst case, he was going to urinate all over me. I should have seen it coming as I knelt beside him holding his ice-cold beers for him. That fat fuck had slurped down four of my premium beers, and had yet to take a piss. I knew this wasn’t lost on Rim too, as she had pulled her hair back into a ponytail, in an attempt to mitigate his debasement of her.

John entered my marble shower enclosure, admiring the custom fit of the single slabs of marble that adorned all four walls. The look was impressive, the eight foot by four foot slabs eliminating the need for grout, while highlighting the expense incurred by such a custom creation.

“Nice shower,” John opined, before issuing the one-word command of “Kneel”, to us before I could respond.

I flashed Rim a furtive glance, but the huge smile on her face reminded me that we were playing a part and I needed to get with the program. John’s Demetevler Escort program, that which required us to appear enthralled to serve this man, at all times. A feeling of revulsion crept over me as I smiled broadly, and knelt before him. John’s cock was flaccid, coated in Rim’s drying vaginal secretions, and disgustingly unappealing.

“Lick me clean, bitch,” John ordered me, apparently unwilling to wait thirty seconds for the shower to turn on and do the dirty work for him.

It was with great revulsion that I licked John’s cock clean, although as soon as I was focused on giving him a tongue bath, he decided to change things up. John extended his fat hands towards the side of my head, grabbed my ears and started to deep-throat me.

I was gagging as he fucked my face, both from the assault on my tonsils and the fact that he was poorly groomed. His unshaven pubic area was tickling my nose and he was emitting a strong aroma of sweat. He released his vice grip on one of my ears, and removed Rim’s scrunchie, without consulting her.

“Don’t try and protect your hair, girl,” he scolded. “I like making a mess of it.”

Rim lowered her head submissively, shook her hair so that it flowed freely down her back, and looked up at John smiling.

“Whatever you want, John,” she said cheerfully.

John fucked my face for a few moments, although he never really got erect, even as Rim moved behind him and nibbled his flabby ass. I knew why he wasn’t getting hard, even before I felt the warm trickle in my mouth. That asshole needed to piss!

“Sucky hates this part,” John said laughing, continuing to use the derisive form of her name. “She made the mistake of telling me this. Rookie move. I make that bitch drink my golden nectar whenever I feel like putting her in her place!”

John continued to piss into my mouth, although it was a dribble at best. Finally, after he had drained his bladder, he turned the shower head on and luxuriated in the hot shower as Rim and I knelt by his feet.

John stood passively under the shower head making no attempt to wash himself. Rim picked up a bar of soap and lathered it up with her dainty hands. Then, as she handed the soap to me, she began to wash his genitals. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for Fat John’s cock to stiffen, and as soon as he was aroused, he reached for my ear and grabbing it forcefully, repositioned me behind him.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted, and as Rim started to blow him, I reluctantly stuck my tongue between his fat ass-cheeks. It didn’t take him long to blow his load, and I heard Rim gagging as she tried to swallow it all. After we washed him thoroughly in the shower and dried him off, that fat fuck sprawled across my sofa in his massive jockey shorts, and promptly fell asleep. He was snoring like a hog, as he struggled with his sleep apnea, so Rim and I moved into the kitchen, so as not to disturb him.

“Hopefully, that fat bastard sleeps all night,” I said contemptuously. “How on earth did he make you come so hard, Rim?” I asked the young Filipino. “He is absolutely disgusting.”

“I faked it,” Rim responded with a smile, to my total disbelief. “Every last orgasm.”

“Bullshit,” I countered, “I saw your ass cheeks tense and flex when you came. I heard your cries of pleasure, watch you throw your head back in ecstasy, witnessed you slump forward with exhaustion, after you were satiated.”

“All fake,” she said proudly.

I must have had a look of disbelief on my face because Rim scooted over towards me and straddled my foot. Without making contact with her genitals, she fucked my foot and proceeded to enjoy several fantastic orgasms in quick succession, all apparently faked. My cock stiffened as I watched this beautiful young woman pleasure herself in front of me, my body unable to separate the illusion of her orgasm, from the fact that it was obviously faked.

“I could never orgasm with that fat fuck,” she said contemptuously.

“Can all women do that?” I asked with interest.

“No,” she assured me. “But that is not the question, is it Timmy? The question is can Suky do that, and the answer is most assuredly. She taught me how to fake a penetrative orgasm.”

My mind spun as I tried to remember Suky’s orgasms with me. She came easily from oral sex, particularly when she was in control. However, her penetrative orgasms were very infrequent. The more I recalled them, and the circumstances under which they occurred, the more it made sense that she had faked them.

There was a particularly vocal set of orgasms that my girlfriend had enjoyed on the night that Tim gave me my mammoth bonus. Upon learning that I was to be earning five thousand dollars per month extra, Suky came multiple times as we fucked, two of which occurred after I had ejaculated inside her, which at the time had made little sense to me.

As a man, I had an over-inflated sense of my love-making Escort Demetevler prowess, and wanted to believe that I had rocked Suky’s world. To learn that she had faked her pleasure, to bring us closer and heighten the likelihood that I would share my new-found wealth with her, was very disheartening, and quite obviously true.

I had gifted her my new Toyota shortly after my pay increase, and installed a media room in my house to accommodate her love of movies. I felt sick to my stomach as I realized she had played me. As I played back Suky’s most memorable orgasms in my head, I came to the horrible realization that the vast majority of them had occurred, courtesy of my boss.

“Do you guys fake it with Tim, too?” I asked timidly.

“No need,” Rim responded immediately, the truth evident on her smiling face. “Tim possesses the perfect combination of stamina, confidence, and rhythm to get a woman off,” she continued. “Not only that, he is blessed with a very large cock. And he knows how to use it. I doubt Tim has ever experienced a faked orgasm,” she added, possibly not realizing what a kick in the nuts this was for me.

My head sank in despair, as I processed the harsh reality of Rim’s words. I always thought that Suky had left me for financial reasons, and this was easier to digest. However, to know that my boss was a superior lover, as well as provider, hurt.

I never had time to wallow in my self-pity, as Fat John waddled into the kitchen and went to the fridge. After he opened it up and perused its contents, he emerged with a huge plate of pineapple cheesecake. He made a brief attempt to sit on one of the barstools, next to the kitchen island, but Rim anticipated that this was a disaster waiting to happen, and invited him to return to the living room.

“Get comfortable in your recliner baby,” she cooed. “We will bring you some napkins and another beer.”

I was done serving this fat bastard. I had to go with him to the Airport in the morning, and was dreading whatever that entailed. I just wanted to hit the sack and get a few hours of rest. My body language must have telegraphed my true feelings because Rim had other ideas and whispered “Montreal,” under her breath to get my focus back to John’s pleasure.

This did the trick and I grabbed another one of my ice-cold premium beers from the refrigerator and removed the cap. I walked into the living room with some trepidation, and as I came through the door, Rim was holding the huge plate of cheesecake, while John flopped into my favorite recliner in just his jockey shorts. Once he was seated, Rim handed him the plate and knelt to one side of the leather chair. I followed her lead, kneeling opposite her, with the cold beer held aloft for that fat bastard, whenever he felt like a swig.

I became aware that he didn’t have any utensils, at the exact same moment that he stuck his fat fingers into the pineapple cheesecake. He scooped up a large handful of the desert and shoved it onto his mouth. My OCD kicked in, and I watched intently to make sure he didn’t get any whipped cream or pineapple rings on my recliner. He was a disgusting eater, and a few seconds later dug his fat fingers back into the cake and scooped up another large helping. After he inhaled this second portion, he lay his fat arm on top of the leather armrest, his palms turned upright to minimize the spillage on my floor.

Rim and John made eye contact briefly as she looked up at him adoringly. She gave him a broad smile and scooted forward slightly on her knees. Then, in an overt display of submission, the beautiful young Filipino touched her dainty hand on his upturned wrist, and began to suck the remnants of the cheesecake from his swollen fingers. Her actions were both lewd and extremely submissive at the same time, and John’s face lit up as he watched her. Rim licked his fingers clean, sucking suggestively on the middle digit until he removed it from her eager lips, and scooped another portion of the dessert from his plate.

Once he had ingested the majority of his handful, he rested his arm back on the recliner, upturned it to facilitate Rim’s access, and watched her suck the remains of his dessert from his fingers. It was one of the most overt displays of submission I had ever seen, either in person or in pornography. He fed her the way I feed my puppy, allowing the young dog the treat of licking his master’s hand clean. After the third helping, John’s cock had awoken and was tenting in his underwear. This was the last thing we needed, that fat fuck deciding to bust a nut one more time before bed.

This disgusting scenario was looking more and more likely as he fed Rim his leftovers, and she looked up at him adoringly. I made the mistake of looking up at him, catching his eye briefly as he admired his bitches as we knelt before him. That fat fuck removed his hand from Rim’s face, dipped the tips of his fingers back into the cheesecake, and then rested his flabby Demetevler Escort Bayan arm across his chest and stomach, so that the tips of his fingers extended just past his erection.

Even though this next morsel of dessert was clearly intended for my consumption, John was evidently too lazy to extend his arm across his fat gut and rest it on my armrest. Instead, positioned as his hand was between his legs, I had to crawl around in front of him, to eat my pro-offered treat. As emasculating as it was to be hand-fed by this obnoxious prick, crawling into position between his flabby thighs, and resting my chin on his nutsack, in order to suck the dessert from his fingers, was worse. Rim let out a little giggle at John’s dominance of me, and I couldn’t look him in the eye as I licked his fingers clean.

My extended tongue grazed his jockey shorts as he fed me his scraps. His cock jumped around under the stimulation, a wet spot forming in his underwear right in front of my eyes. I guess it was inevitable that the two of us were going to pleasure John one last time before bed, but he took great enjoyment out of prolonging it. He fed me two more times, a combination of cheesecake and whipped cream presented to me, to suck from his fingers. After I had licked the last of my dessert, he rested his hand on his cock with his palm upturned. I cleaned the remnants of the cheesecake from his fingertips, making occasional contact with his genitals.

John had enjoyed enough foreplay, and released his leaking cock from the confines of his briefs. He grabbed the base of it, and slapped his cockhead against my cheek, transferring his pre-cum onto the side of my face. He was obviously enjoying debasing me, and I dreaded having to suck him off again, before bed.

John reached back over to the cheesecake, picked up one of the pineapple rings that adorned the top of it, and carefully slid it over the tip of his cock.

“Are either of you allergic to pineapple?” he asked, as if he gave a fuck.

Rim and I looked at each other, before shaking our heads to acknowledge that we could both eat the fruit, without issue.

“Good. Eat,” he said with a chuckle. “Take turns. Small nibbles. First one to break the pineapple ring wins.”

I didn’t even want to know what first prize was. Tim and his cohorts had suppressed what little fight I had left within me. I just wanted to take my first nibble out of the pineapple ring resting atop John’s leaking cock, and see whether Rim or I won the prize. I am not sure if John had played this game before, but the way he had positioned the pineapple ring, I couldn’t nibble the outer edge of it without making contact with his leaking cock-head. So, after three tiny bites of the ring, alternating with Rim who was having way too much fun pleasuring this asshole, I had his seminal fluids on the tip of my nose and under my chin.

Rim was at a distinct disadvantage, having recently had her lips enhanced with collagen injections. This cosmetic procedure made her lips look incredible, but the diminished sense of feeling, and their increased size, made her break the pineapple ring on her fourth nibble. John let out a loud cheer as the pineapple ring fell into his crotch, and Rim clapped her hands joyfully as she waited expectantly to see what she had won.

John reached over to the cheesecake, scooped up a large handful of whipped cream, and spread it all over his cock and balls.

“Your prize,” he said condescendingly, as Rim lowered her lips submissively into his lap.

I wish I could tell you that the fun and games ended there. However, John had already come three times, and even though Rim and I were totally at his disposal for whatever he desired, it took a while. Rim ate her prize in its entirety, sucking John’s cock between nibbles of whipped cream. He put another pineapple ring over his cock-head for us to eat, and we tried nibbling it at the same time, at his request. When the second ring broke, John asked us to help him out of my recliner, and we removed his underwear.

John had a huge smile on his face as he reached behind his fat ass, and inserted the pineapple ring between his flabby buttocks. Then, as he flipped a coin to determine our respective positions, Rim called heads and was rewarded with permission to suck his cock. I didn’t need to be told what his expectations were for me. I scooted around behind him, pausing once my lips were right behind his ass-crack.

At this point, it occurred to me that I wished I did have an allergic reaction to pineapple. If so, I would have taken a large bite of the potentially dangerous fruit, in an attempt to induce immediate prophylactic shock, and have myself removed from this disgusting situation into the relative safety of a hospital bed.

John coughed expectantly and I snapped back into reality. In total submission I began to extricate the pineapple ring from between his butt-cheeks, using just my mouth.

I truly hated this fat bastard, and being made to perform such demeaning sex acts was really hard for me. However, once in a while John would mention the word, “Montreal” and I would snap back into focus, doing my upmost to pleasure this man. John knew that my boss had the ultimate leverage over me, and he planned to use it for his own personal gain.

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This story contains depictions of a boyfriend eating his girlfriend’s creampie and the act of snowballing. If that in any way, shape, or form threatens your masculinity and/or your sexuality please click the back button on your browser, as my intentions are not to offend, but merely to entertain.

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Jane was beside herself, so totally turned on by her planned seduction of her boyfriend Tom. Everything had worked out perfect and now she had him at her total mercy, hands and feet tied securely to the bed, his cock hard as a baseball bat thanks to the Viagra she had dosed him with. Now it was time for her pleasure, still she felt the need to tease Tom, not only for the empowerment of the act of controlling him, but also the fact that she knew it turned him on to no end. Slowly she lowered herself down onto Tom’s awaiting tongue. He was still panting after his recent orgasm and she felt his hot breath on the crotch of her pantyhose, which was completely soaked through with her secretions. Tom raised his head up and extended his tongue, desperate to taste Jane’s pussy, She continued to slowly lower herself till the tip of Tom’s tongue came in contact with the gusset of her nylons. Tom immediately moaned at his first taste of Jane. Try as he might to raise his head and extend his tongue so that he could thoroughly swab Jane’s crotch with the flat of his tongue, it was to no avail as Jane held her position so that only the tip of his tongue could make contact with her. Tom was going crazy now and begged Jane to lower herself more. Tauntingly, Jane asked him how badly he wanted to taste her, to make her come all over his face, to be able to chew a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose and bury his tongue as deeply as possible inside her pussy. “Oh Tom, you’re almost there. If you raise your head up a little more I think you can get to my pussy. I want you to eat me Tom. I’m dying to feel your tongue inside me, making me come all over your face while you lick all my juices up.” Jane knew that Tom could not reach her pussy in his current state, but didn’t mind teasing him either.

Tom’s neck was starting to tire and he could not keep his head held up high any more. With a defeated sigh he dropped his head back on the mattress. Jane immediately admonished Tom for his apparent lack of effort to satisfy her, knowing full well that no matter how hard he tried, how high he would lift his head and extend his tongue, she would eventually raise herself up to tease him and remind him that she was in complete control. By now, Jane was going out of her mind and she ran her hands behind Tom’s head. At the same moment she lowered herself and shoved Tom’s head into her nylon covered pussy, drawing a deep satisfied moan from Tom. She could feel Tom’s tongue all over the crotch of her pantyhose as he vigorously licked her as best he could through her nylons. Moaning, Jane started to grind her hips back and forth across Tom’s chin, mouth, and nose, using him as a toy. He had difficulty breathing as Jane held his head tightly against her, eventually though she released her grip on him, finally allowing him to breathe. “Jesus Jane, you taste fucking incredible! Please rip a hole in your pantyhose so I can taste that delicious pussy of yours. Oh god, please!” Tom desperately pleaded to Jane.

“Not yet dear, I want you to make me cum all over my pantyhose before I let you taste my pussy for real.” Jane said. Slowly, she lowered herself back down onto Tom’s mouth and started gyrating her hips back and forth. Desperate to please his girlfriend, Tom obediently sucked and licked the crotch of her pantyhose as best he could, trying in vain to make her come. Jane raised herself up allowing Tom to take a deep breath then lowered herself once again. Moaning, Jane aggressively rode his face, mashing her clit against his nose as his tongue swabbed the entire crotch of her nylons. Jane was moaning and beginning to gasp for breath as she felt her climax approaching. She increased her movements as well as once again grabbing the back of Tom’s head to force his mouth and nose harder against her pussy and clit. The increased friction finally sent Jane over the top and she exploded into her orgasm, crying out and jamming Tom’s nose as hard as she could against her clit while Tom tried to lick and suck her juices through her nylons. Jane was shaking through her orgasm, holding Tom as tight to her as possible, wanting this feeling to never end. Finally she began to come down from her climax and released Tom’s head, which fell straight back onto the mattress. Tom was finally beginning to catch his breath as Jane came to, slowly floating back to reality.

Jane was pleased with her boyfriends oral efforts, however she sternly told Tom that she was upset with his initial effort in pleasuring her, feeling as though he did not try as hard as he could. Jane knew that she had tormented him by teasing him, keeping her pussy just out of reach of his tongue, and was now trying to berate his efforts. Tom did not know what to say, knowing that she had deliberately kept herself out of his reach. At the same time, he did not want to argue with Jane and tell her that she had intentionally Yenikent Escort kept herself from him in fear of her reprisal, the possibility of her leaving him tied to the bed, sexually unattended. Tom looked Jane in the eye and apologized to her and told her he would do anything to make it up to her. “Anything huh?” Jane asked. Tom once again told her he would do anything to please her. With that Jane slowly scooted back on the bed and very slowly extended one of her feet up to Tom’s head. He looked questionably at Jane, wondering her intentions, fearing that she wanted him to lick his copious sperm from her nylon feet. “Don’t be afraid Tom, I swallow your come all the time, and besides, the way I look at it, you owe me, plus you are certainly in no position to argue with any of my demands.” Jane stated. “And my dear, I would absolutely love to have you lick my little feet clean for me.” she seductively added. Tom was unable to resist any longer as he was always eager to please Jane in any way he could, however he had never tasted his own semen before and he certainly had his reservations about submitting to Jane this way. Although Tom was not excited in the least about his current situation, he submitted to Jane and said it would be his pleasure to lick her feet and toes clean for her.

Jane slowly moved her come-soaked foot in front of Tom’s mouth and arched it in a direction so that he could take a solid lick from her heel to the tip of her toes. Tom knew it was now or never and he desperately wanted to please Jane. He inhaled, intoxicated by the scent of Jane’s foot, the strong scent of her nylon mixed with the pleasant, musky, female scent of her foot, mixed with the pungent scent of his sperm enraptured Tom’s senses. He suddenly found himself quite eager to comply with Jane’s wishes, and with that Tom slowly licked the sole of her foot, tasting his semen mixed with that of Jane’s sweat from her early morning jog infused in her nylons. Jane moaned her approval as Tom continued to clean her foot of his sperm, licking up the large globs and sucking out the rest that had already soaked through her nylons. As Tom was worshipping Jane’s feet, she slowly reached forward and grabbed his cock with a firm grip, nearly choking it with her fingers. Tom groaned as he found himself still very sensitive from his previous climax. With the bottom of Jane’s first foot licked and sucked thoroughly clean of his semen, she switched position of her feet and Tom found himself staring at the sole of her other foot that was equally coated with his spunk. Tom had found that he did not mind the taste of his sperm, and although he initially felt humiliated by submitting to Jane in this fashion, he found himself unnervingly turned on by the fact that this act of devotion was clearly turning Jane on as well as himself. Jane continued to moan, at the same time constricting Tom’s thick cock with her small fingers as she slowly stroked up and down, clenching her hand as much as possible when she reached the base and slightly rotating her hand at the head of Tom’s cock, eliciting an excited groan from him each time she did so.

Tom continued to lick the bottom of her foot, cleaning all traces of his sperm that he could find. He was out of his mind as Jane’s sweaty nylon foot scent and taste were driving him crazy with lust. “I think someone enjoys eating his come off of my delectable little feet. Your precum is soaking my fingers and your cock is throbbing beyond belief.” Jane stated. Tom could only moan his approval of her statement, as he was totally engrossed in abiding Jane’s command to clean her feet. Jane slowly removed her foot out of Tom’s reach as he whimpered like a spoiled child. “Oh don’t worry babe, you’re only half way done cleaning my feet.” Jane giggled. She then rose up and turned away from Tom, slowly backing up her little ass toward his face. Tom was completely mesmerized by the sight of her ass and thighs totally wrapped in the sheer black nylon. Momentarily distracted by this wonderful sight, Tom was brought back to his senses as Jane raised her calves and plopped her feet back in Tom’s face. Due to her current position, this time the tops of her feet positioned in front of his mouth. Tom wasted little time and started lapping at the tops of Jane’s sticky nylon feet, like a puppy in front of it’s water bowl, causing Jane to giggle a little at his eagerness to please her. As Tom was cleaning the top of her feet and ankles, she leaned down and very slowly swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, immediately causing Tom to gasp and his body to jerk as she caught him off guard as he was completely enthralled in his foot worship duties.

Then, very carefully, Jane slowly opened her mouth and playfully yet gently bit down on the head of Tom’s cock and slowly slid her teeth to the end of his head causing Tom to moan and shiver with excitement. A large drop of precum formed at the tip of his cock and Jane eagerly devoured it, making the tip of her tongue into a little point and swabbed the tiny slit in his head. “Jesus Christ Jane!” Tom gasped as his cock started twitching immediately under her ministrations. Yenikent Escort Bayan Jane knew exactly what got Tom off and she was delighted at his obvious arousal from her teasing and yet again she found herself at the crossroads of continuing to passionately tease him or bring him to climax quickly. As much as she wanted to make his cock explode with her lips, teeth, and tongue, she opted to deny him his impending climax. Before she did however, she once again repeated her previous actions of her one-two punch by teasingly biting down on the engorged head of his cock and tantalizingly raking her teeth playfully across the taught skin of his cock head then forcing her tongue into his slit and giving Tom a powerful lick. He threw his head back and groaned loudly as his cock expanded even more and began to throb uncontrollably. Jane quickly wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing unmercifully to deny Tom the satisfaction of his imminent orgasm. Tom was panting by now, his head spinning with lust for his girlfriend as she continued to exert her total control over his mind and body.

Once Jane was satisfied that her nylon feet had been licked sufficiently clean of Tom’s sperm, she slowly began to inch her way back to Tom with her ass sticking out right in his face. “Okay Tom, I think its time we got down to business. If you want to get to my pussy through my nylons then you are going to have to work for it. I won’t tear them open for you, but I will help you a little along the way. First raise your head up as far as you can.” Once Tom had raised his head up as far as he could, Jane inched back until the gusset of her hose were firmly planted next to his mouth.

“Alright Tom, what I want you to do now is bite down on the material and once you have a firm grip with your teeth I want you to slowly lower your head back down onto the mattress.” Jane ordered. Tom quickly complied after taking a long, delicious lick from the top to the bottom of the crotch of her hose. He had a tiny mouthful of her nylons; her scent was intoxicatingly strong making Tom’s arousal sore even higher. Once he was sure that he had a proper grip on the nylon he slowly lowered his head back down to the mattress, watching as the nylon fibers gradually stretched and gave way, a little tear forming. Tom was excited by the fact that he was that much closer to having direct access to Jane’s succulent pussy. With his teeth still firmly grasping the initial nylon, Jane started to scoot forward causing the gusset to eventually rip open at it’s seams. Tom let go of the nylon in his mouth and it immediately snapped back into place, lightly smacking Jane square on her clit causing her to moan. Tom inspected the hole they had both worked to create and fortunately it was perfect, framing Jane’s pussy and ass for him to adore, with several sexy runs traveling several inches down the insides of her thighs.

Jane could wait no longer and she turned around and immediately straddled and lowered her pussy right down on Tom’s head, not bothering with any more games. Tom went right to work on pleasuring his girlfriend, instantly shoving his tongue deep in her hole, savoring her sweet taste. Jane gasped loudly, the insides of her thighs twitching as she once again grabbed the back of Tom’s head and shoved it up into her pussy, beginning to grind her hips slowly back and forth. Jane was utterly soaked and Tom was more than excited to lick up all her juices and swallow them down. Time and time again he speared his tongue into Jane’s shiny wet slit causing her to gasp and moan, writhing in pleasure. Jane could feel her orgasm quickly approaching as she panted “Oooh, Tom…. you’re driving me crazy…. uuungh! …. baby …. You’re … gonna … make … me … come!” It was Tom’s turn to go for the kill and he instantaneously zeroed in on her swollen clit like a hungry wolf, sucking it into his mouth making Jane shudder as she gasped for air. “Uuuungh … Tom!” Jane cried out, almost past the point of no return. Jane was holding his head to her pussy, her grip tightening the closer she came to her orgasm.

Tom made one last move on Jane. He sucked her clit hard into his mouth, trapping the flesh between his teeth as his tongue absolutely ravaged her throbbing, sensitive flesh. Jane threw her head back, arching her back, eyes closed, her small tits jutting out sexily, as she screamed ” Tom! …. Uuuuungh! … I’m … coming! …” Tom continued to ravish her clit as best he could as Jane was wildly climaxing now, her hips thrashing back and forth, her nylon covered thighs gripping the sides of his head. Her hands were pushing his mouth up into her pussy, trying to keep him in place as she flopped back and forth, her come squirting out into Tom’s mouth and all over his chin. Tom swallowed what he could, relishing her sweet silky come as it ran down his throat, but his primary objective was to keep his teeth attached around her engorged clit so he could continue to plunder her with his tongue. Jane’s head was spinning as she continued to scream out her passion, her hips still involuntarily jerking back and forth as she had one of the most Escort Yenikent violent orgasms she had ever experienced. After what seemed like minutes, she eventually started to come back to reality, gasping for breath as if she had just run a marathon. She slowly peeled her pussy of Tom’s mouth as he too was gasping for air as Jane had more or less smothered him with her pussy. She slowly moved herself down a couple of feet, Tom noticing that the nylon on the insides of her thighs were completely soaked with her come, looking as though she had just peed herself. Jane instantly collapsed on Tom’s chest continuing to pant like a bitch in heat.

Tom could feel her rapid heartbeat as she lay across his chest, her small tits squashed against his broad frame. As Jane lay there trying to catch her breath and regain her strength, she kept moaning “Tom, that was sooo good.” Eventually she had composed herself enough to look up at Tom and smile through heavy lidded eyes. Jane then moved up and kissed Tom, shoving her tongue down his throat, tasting herself in the process. She was amazed at how well Tom had devoured her needy pussy and thought in her head that she might have to tie him up, dose him with Viagra, and slip into some nylons on a more regular basis if their sex was going to be this great. Jane still had devious plans of riding Tom and his unyielding cock to orgasm after orgasm, but she thought that she might return the favor real quick and give him another mind-blowing climax.

Raising herself, Jane reached out and propped a pillow behind Tom’s head so he would be able to watch her every move, then she seductively slithered down his body, kissing and nipping at him the entire way. Jane slowly licked down his abdomen and simultaneously grabbed his cock and held it firm. Looking him dead in the eye she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked from the base of his cock all the way to the head. Tom gave an appreciative moan and eagerly looked on. Jane repeated her actions and this time when she reached the head of Tom’s cock she deliberately swirled her tongue around and around it, staring into Tom’s eyes the entire time. Immediately Tom started breathing heavy and softly moaned as Jane continued her assault. Switching her pace, Jane leaned in and wrapped her lips around his cock head and gently applied suction, jamming her tongue into the slit at the end of his cock, enjoying the salty taste of his precum.

Tom groaned as Jane continued to tease the tip of his cock. Never taking her lips off him, she once again playfully bit down on his head and lightly scraped her teeth up and down ever so gently, feeling Tom start to throb in her mouth. With a loud pop, she released his cock from her lips only to come back down, taking half of his length inside her this time, running her tongue on the sensitive underside of Tom’s cock, causing him to gasp. Jane’s lips descended further down his rod till she had three quarters of his meat in her mouth, then she started sucking strongly causing Tom to groan loudly. She then raised her eyes to Tom and started to swallow time and time again, knowing that her actions would milk his cock and get him extremely worked up as it always did.

“Jane… baby, that feels wonderful!” Tom exclaimed. Wasting little time, Jane started to bob her head up and down his cock, her lips and tongue stimulating every nerve in his cock. Tom was beginning to breath quite heavy and groaning as Jane continued play with his cock, then she started grazing her teeth along his length, not hard enough to hurt him, but to add an extra element of teasing him. Tom threw his head back announcing that he was about to come. Jane immediately backed off his cock much to Tom’s surprise, his head shooting back up wondering why she had stopped pleasuring him. Jane watched him throb in front of her eyes, then she roughly slapped his cock with her open hand.

Tom moaned, begging her to finish him off, but Jane could not resist tormenting him just a little bit. She slapped his cock again, but not giving Tom the relief he needed. “Please Jane, my cocks so hard it almost hurts. Please make me come! Please!” Tom pleaded. Jane swiftly engulfed his entire length, jamming it in her throat as Tom moaned loudly, pulling on his restraints, trying to push his hips in the air. Jane moaned loudly with his meat buried in her throat, sending tantalizing vibrations up down his excited cock. Jane slowly released his cock from her throat leaving it shiny and slick, coated in her saliva and gripped his shaft strongly in her hand and began to furiously jack him off. She felt Tom tense up, gasping that he was going to come. Jane put just the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could, still continuing to slide her hand mercilessly up and down his pole. “Jane… ooooh… you’re … making me come… Ahhh!” Sucking strongly, she felt Tom’s cock expand in her tiny hand and give a mighty jerk as her mouth was instantly filled with a thick wad of his come. Unyielding, she continued to stroke and suck on Tom as he moaned and thrashed about against his bonds. He continued to come as Jane expertly tried to keep every drop of sperm in her mouth without loosing any. It wasn’t an easy job as Tom continued to fill her mouth with his semen. Her mouth was at the point of overflowing when Tom’s orgasm began to subside. Jane wanted to continue to jerk him off, knowing that he was so sensitive after he came, but she had another naughty idea in her head.

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[[I pulled this section out of the first Oligarchs story and altered it around that decision. In this deleted scene, Edith does get to see her mother before she goes to Hawai’i and thus knows exactly why Drew looks sick. One does not need to have read the first story to understand this one however.]]

Edith got to her mother’s room and found a silver plated serving tray with an unopened bottle of un-chilled champagne and two glasses. Edith ignored its possible meanings and proceeded to the door regardless. Polite behavior in her family dictated that no information, no matter how much of an emergency short of fire, was enough to barge into someone’s bedroom. She learned that lesson when she was just nine and caught her father Stanislov getting fucked by Constance with, what she later learned, a strap on. It did not matter this time however because, like Maria’s, this one was locked. She walked back toward her room but turned around when she realized that this conspiracy between Henri and Maria was not an emergency short of fire—it was worse. It would destroy her married future while flames would simply make insurance premiums rise. Having luck with side rooms not fifteen minutes ago, she opened the servant’s door to the bathroom and found the blonde Donna sitting on her right hip staring through a crack in the door to Constance’s bedroom. The caught woman’s eyes and mouth opened wide and she shook her head as if to say what Edith saw was not what it looked like. Edith was no fool and knew Donna was spying but Edith was curious first and furious second so she walked quietly to the crack giving causing so much interest. A quiet gasp escaped her mouth but she covered it with her hand as if to force the utterance back into her mouth.

Atop a narrow and clearly sturdy coffee table laid Edith’s attractive young tour guide Drew but his clothes were folded neatly in pile near his feet, his mouth had a large red ball gag in it, and his hands were handcuffed underneath the table which clearly had been moved from the nest of sofas five yards farther away from Edith and Donna. The onlookers saw his right side which pointed his head to the locked door where no help would come for him as he writhed weakly and screamed quietly into the ball gag. Edith was glad he had such broad shoulders otherwise the position would hurt much sooner. Before she could guess how long he was like that, her mother emerged from out of view. She wore a corset with garters, no panties to cover her jungle of gray and brown bush, and stockings so her large hips made her fifty year old ass jiggle with each step but her legs remain contained. Edith simply looked on in shock but Donna’s breath became deeply nasal and a bit audible.

The corseted Constance approached the helpless male and tickled him slightly as she rubbed a finger across his tight stomach and well toned chest. The handsome specimen was in no way a muscly man but quite fit and he seemed he could retain that the rest of his life with little effort.

“You know Drew…” began Constance in a scratchy British accent from decades of smoking and absence from her homeland “…I think I’m going to like having you whenever I please.” Drew seemed to plead and made make more noise under his gag but her nearly naked body concealed that part of him from the two women. “Of course that doesn’t mean I’ll be over a lot. Certainly more than once a year now that my daughter will with that handsome Yevgeny Fillmore…” she accentuated her words by spreading her hands over his chest and gripping his breast. “Oh why do you bother to scream?”she plead annoyed as she released him from her grip and looked down at him as she walked in circles.

“No one will do anything. My daughter will own you my good sir and she can tell you to do whatever she pleases. She’s a good girl so you can’t fuck her…you naughty boy…” she lightly grasped his petrified limp penis “…she’ll never cheat on her husband. She hasn’t even had sex yet and most women find a way around that by her age…but that doesn’t mean she isn’t clever enough though—she has convictions!” she grasped his scrotum and shrunken penis and Drew made a pitiful scream.

Edith knew her mother was right. She could have lost her virginity ages ago and not wait until 25. And she did have convictions. She was active in the Russian Orthodox church and while she was not entirely sure who God was or how he or she should be worshipped, the institutionalization of morals was an excellent way to keep people in line. Those convictions told her what her mother was doing was wrong. She nearly opened the bathroom door to stop the forced…whatever…and tell her mother the important news…

“Your family owes the Fillmores so much you’ll be here ’til you’re fifty even if they don’t cheat you you little commoner.”

…that was of course until she heard that. Edith hated debtors. Modern business nearly requires one to spend money one does not have but people who borrowed from billionaires were the chronically in debt. She seemed to recall a United States Batıkent Escort Supreme Court decision that stated the thirteenth amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which barred slavery, involuntary and indentured servitude, did not apply to debtors who did not sign indentured contracts. She guessed Drew or his family were just such people. Her hand grasped the doorway and gripped it tightly in anger.

“Make him understand Mom…” she whispered coldly. Constance released the man’s package and walked around him again as she spoke.

“Tell me Drew, do you think I’m attractive?” She traced one finger down sagging breasts’ cleavage. Tired of hearing his own muffled words perhaps, Drew did not reply. Constance’s face scrunched and she slapped him angrily and only then did he respond with the muffled words she wanted.

“That’s better…” For all she knew, Drew was calling her a “saggy assed whore.” Quite suddenly, Constance swung her leg over the naked man’s stomach and placed her hands upon his broad shoulders. It was quite low to the ground so her knees still bent and she could rest her weight upon the vulnerable man. His eyes moved back and forth from her pussy whose hair coarsely rubbed against his bare stomach and the eyes which carried such naked aggression. With great delicacy, she lifted his head and unstrapped the ball gag from the poor man’s mouth. He thanked her politely and stretched his jaw but was welcomed by a few loud bone cracks.

“You do one thing I don’t tell you to do, this stays on all night with you sleeping like this.” She did not even ask him to agree. Edith heard of this kind of sex play but Drew seemed to be in genuine fear of her mother. Her hips moved closer and Drew’s nostrils filled with the musk she secreted onto his chest like a wild animal marking its territory. He hated licking pussy and he hated bartending for rich folks but he needed to pay off his family’s debt any way he could and this seemed the best course. But he had not signed up for this! Quickly it was at his mouth and she held up his head to press it against her aching snatch. He tried to remember his old tricks from High School but the only thing that came to mind was to lick the alphabet. He dove right in, not going for the clitoris though, he remembered that part very well, and sloppily licked the older woman’s folds.

Constance had not had sex with anyone for over three years. Stanislov had gone impotent and refused to take erectile dysfunction medication because he “didn’t have a problem.” So while this young man clearly sucked her juices to the boring and predictable alphabet song it was still the best thing she had had in years; and besides, the hum accentuated the whole act when he neared her clitoris for the As, Gs, Is, Js, Ls, Os, Ss, Ts, and Ws. His unpleased silence otherwise magnified the deep pleasure she received and when Constance neared orgasm after a dozen minutes of this forced cunnilingus, she moaned and even screamed.

Constance and Stanislov had practiced bondage and submission before but it all felt so silly. Rape fantasies were only fantasies and her husband was not the type to be tied up and left for her pleasure—he was far too busy for that. Drew was an opportunity to genuinely rape someone without legal ramifications. Unfortunatley being a woman, she could not force a genuinely scared man, not a role player who longed for punishment and “rape,”to fuck her so she was confined to cunnilingus as far as submissive things he could do to her but there were other submissive acts she had in mind.

As she squeezed his head against her even harder and his tongue worked quicker, she neared the point of no return but quickly lept backwards onto his stomach to avoid a pleasurable orgasm. Drew’s sweaty head collapsed from exhaustion and surprise against the table and, his breathing deep with a quick tempo, compensated for the lost air. She too was sweaty and flush but she waited until her clitoris was not so close to orgasm before she dared move again. This afternoon was going to be long and she would ride out one cum as long as possible.

“I need to use the loo…” Edith and Donna gasped suddenly and nearly ran out the exit door but Constance did not come near the bathroom. Instead she stayed atop him and brought her snatch to Drew’s panicked face once again.

“Lick off my juice,” she commanded and Drew obeyed. He moved each slimy repulsive lip of the old woman’s pussy and searched for the bitter white mucus her menopausal body produced very little of. Without warning, she grabbed his head once again and slammed it into her cunt. But instead of giving him room to wiggle his tongue around, she clasped it tightly against her. He felt the muscles in her stomach relax and a slight sigh come from her throat as an unseen stream of hot urine hit the back of his throat and caused him to gag. Straining his neck, he escaped her stream and turned his mouth to the side where he spit the sickly yellow liquid onto the floor. She grunted loudly from the sting to Batıkent Escort Bayan stop the stream from being wasted against his chin.

“We’re doing this again!” she screamed as she smacked him repeatedly. “You had better not give anything more for your maids to clean up or so help me!” she snapped.

“But Mrs. Zamyatin, it hit my gag reflex!” he pleaded.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to aim for your tongue so you can taste it better.” With that she brought his mouth to her piss hole, again Drew felt her muscles relax but this time she moaned with greater relief and the piss reentered on his tongue. It curled his tongue because of the foul taste and he wished to swallow his tongue to escape tasting it further; it took great effort of mind to swallow the urine that caused the revulsion. Unlike men, women’s piss does not come in a steady stream; A rifle with conventional bullets versus buckshot. That meant his mouth filled with more piss quickly; his cheeks expanded, his tongue depressed, and he stopped breathing—anything to get the foul liquid out of his mouth and avoid her painful slaps but this meant only swallowing. His quick grudging swallows could not keep pace and a pool rippled deeply in his mouth as the gusher shot and bubbled into it. Luckily her tight seal onto her pussy provided a stopper so even as the piss rose above his bottom lip, it did not overflow. A few sputtering sprays signaled its end and she let his head drop against the table. His cheeks were still filled with her bitter piss and he quickly tried to swallow it not to anger her. She pinched his nose.

“Hold it in you poor piece of shit,” she said maliciously. This was truly no game. Drew was suffering humiliation from a total stranger and, as his shriveled cock showed, in no way enjoying it. “Hold it…” she said encouragingly. He writhed his body in vain as if it would conserve precious oxygen and just as he was going to spit out the urine and damn the consequences, she released his nose. He quickly breathed through his flared nostrils but some piss piggy backed along with the air entering his lungs and he was sent into a furious coughing fit which spat the remaining piss into the air, onto his face, and the floor. Constance was furious and smacked coughing man with the back of her hand as he desperately struggled for breath and the removal of her poison.

“So that’s how you treat your superiors, huh? Well I’m not done with you yet…” she added menacingly. She turned herself around until her wide ass was directly at his chin. It was as hairy as her pussy, smelled far worse, and because the table he lied on was so low, she could sit down on his chest until it pointed right at him. To Edith and Donna it appeared as if his chest were a low chair that made her knees bend at an acute angle. “Be my toilet paper!” she commanded. Drew turned his head as far from the crack as he could and Constance quickly turned her head and glared. She lifted her ass into the air and forcefully dropped it onto his face. Again Drew was deprived of air as her smelly ass and cunt filled his lungs whenever he could get a quick breath. His mouth reeked of urine but it was the only way he could get as much air as possible without tasting it. Stretching his jaw to reach beyond her wide ass, he got some air but Constance pressed harder onto it and he shrieked painfully into her muffling flesh. Desperate for more, he gave up and breathed through his nose but the foul smell of the old woman’s sewer holes and her tickling hair took him into a coughing fit again; her tight seal upon his face forced him to cough in a near vacuum. Learning his lesson from earlier, he stopped resisting her and shouted “Mercy!” into her flesh between coughs; she eventually lifted it enough so he could breathe but still not escape her pungent asshole.

“Lick my ass or we’ll have to do that smothering again,” she said looking away from him as she grasped his penis which had shrunk like a frightened turtle, “and I know you don’t like that.” Drew could not agree more but the foulness of what she was asking him to do made him consider, however briefly, the merits refusal and suffocation. But when he thought about his debt ridden family, he swallowed his pride and no matter how hard he tried, not his tongue and licked between her anus and pussy. It was relatively hair free and least likely to hold any surprises.

“Mmmmm…” Constance softly sighed. He swirled his tongue, dragging the soft flesh with it but it must have been for a few seconds longer than she wanted for she slammed her ass crack over around his mouth and nose so all his breathing existed there. His arms vainly struggled under the coffee table and his legs kicked so violently that he did not feel muscle contractions in her abdomen. As he struggled for air, any air at all, she released a long wet fart that filled his lungs with his struggling breath and he shook his head to release himself from his foul smelling anal prison. She eventually raised herself yet again and gave him another Escort Batıkent chance to catch his breath but her ass rested at his chest, wet with his saliva.

“Now do the hole…” was all she said as it came back down over his mouth. He again stuck his stuck his tongue out and licked around her small asshole. “Stick it in like you’re licking my cunt you wanker.”

Drew complied and, after a few attempts, penetrated his tongue into her rectum.

“Oooh, that’s nice….” she sighed as his tongue swirled inside her. At this point he did not care what his tongue was touching as long as he did not have to bring it back into his mouth so he went for it and faked, as best he could, the actions of a willing partner. Again Constance’s muscles tightened but this time he noticed it. He steeled himself to survive a fart into his mouth but this was quickly dispelled as her grunts became louder, her muscles stayed taught, and his tongue felt a firm, sharp object slowly coming to him. Her puckered anus stretched nearly an inch toward him with slurpy noises as a hard brown log of shit came from her bowels and poked its head out.

“Eat it!” was all Constance shouted. Though hesitant of course, Drew thought again of his family and bit the bullet. The shit was nearly two inches in diameter but only three inches stuck out without tapering so he assumed he had far more shit to go. Biting down right at her anus, he dropped his head back against the table and at first treated the warm load as he would hot food, delicately rolling it side to side to keep it from burning his tongue. He finally bit down on the wet shit but it did not break into pieces. It spread like a large piece of gum, pinched to almost nothing in the middle but thick on his tongue and his cheek before they dropped in their respective places. Chewing it, he paused every few bites to breathe through his mouth so he would not taste the foul waste nearly as much but Constance had other plans.

“Bring your head back to my ass and eat my shit!” she commanded. Drew looked and indeed there was more and it seemed to be tapering—ready to drop. “If that shit lands on your chest and not in your mouth, so help me!” The shit already in his mouth was too stuck together for him to swallow without fear of choking so he again opened his mouth in hopes of merely holding it in there. He bit the new shit into his mouth. It was longer than the first and stuck an inch out of his mouth right under his nose. His mouth was so full of shit he had to breathe through his nose, now making him taste it from within, and smell it from both her bowels and the excess sticking out his mouth. He nearly wretched as his first shit laced inhalation brought already swallowed shitty saliva and acid up his esophagus. “Now chew!” And he did. His jaw quivered, his mouth grimaced, his eyes teared with shame, but he chewed on. Bite after bite broke the brown shit logs into manageable chunks and his saliva mixed with it until it was liquid enough for his throat to handle it. After two minutes, the foul shit-berg that stuck out his mouth was completely in. Three minutes later, his pathetic whimpers were heard by Constance who had her ass inches from his face but kept her gaze upon him the entire time.

Finally he swallowed it all and his mouth was free from her oppressive shit but not the odor. The piss and shit was too vile to inhale and he desperately wished he could spit out his tainted saliva but he had a feeling Constance would not like that. Smiling, Constance lowered her ass to his mouth once again. “Lick!”

Drew reluctantly complied and swirled his tongue around her loosened anus. Now that his tongue was shittier than her crack, it was far easier but still disgusting. But it was when he stuck his tongue into her anus and he felt her contractions yet again that he felt another piece of shit coming. This time had could not prepare quickly enough and a lighter brown soft sticky viscous log launched into his mouth; when it struck the back of his mouth, it stiffly bent and made for the back of his throat to his gag reflex. At first he attempted to chew and swallow as he had before but it was simply coming too fast. Simply pressing the soft shit against his upper pallet, he flattened it and cautiously swallowed as inch after inch came and curled within his mouth. Just before the shit coming out his mouth neared the falling point it stopped, and Constance gave a contented sigh of relief. Drew did likewise but he knew he had plenty more to go.

Constance turned herself around to face him but kept her ass merely inches from his shit chewing mouth. “Look at you…” she said with a disgusted sneer. “You’re eating someone else’s waste! Only sick fucks like that. Do you like that!?” She knew he could not answer but she could not help herself but to demand unreasonable things from him. She pushed her palm against the exposed shit and clamped it down tightly. He struggled underneath her as the compacted shit neared his gag reflex and threatened to choke him. With audible pats, she tape the shit as if she were molding it while he slowly chewed. Suddenly her face scrunched and she turned to face away from him yet again and released a splattering wet fart onto his face and into his lungs through his nose. He nearly coughed since, deprived of his mouth again, he breathed entirely through his nose.

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Looking back, all the signs were there.

Rita never wanted sex anymore. That alone didn’t alarm me, given our sex life had never been vigorous. Then she started paying more attention to her appearance after years of neglect. Throw in the prolonged absences without sound explanations.

The whispered phone conversations which ended abruptly when I entered the room were the final tip-off, however.

One day Rita said she was going to the gym. I waited twenty minutes then drove down there. Her car was absent from the parking lot. I sat in the car for an hour in case she showed up after running some errands but she never did. I went home and waited for her wondering what to say.

Three hours later she stepped in the door and we had it out. After many tears and recriminations she admitted she was having an affair, breaking down sobbing.

Our marriage was a six year mistake. I grieved its failure, but underneath my pain was a growing sense of relief as we went through the process of divorce. We sold our house and went our separate ways. The divorce went smoothly, at least. I made good money and Rita made even more so finances weren’t an issue. There were no kids, either, which made things even easier.

I bought a condo close to work, a nice place with more space than I needed. I moved in, a divorced man with my entire life stretching out before me. I spent the first month of my new life lying around after work, not engaged with much of anything.

It was the death of my Uncle Mike which sparked my turnaround. He was my dad’s younger brother and we’d always been close. He’d take me along on fishing trips when I was young and we’d talk for hours out on the lake about everything. Even through my college years, I sought him out whenever I needed advice.

When my mom called me and told me Uncle Mike was losing his battle with cancer, I went to see him one last time in the hospital. It was tough. The man I remembered as a pillar of strength was a tiny, fading thing barely able to turn his head at my arrival. He smiled when he saw me, however, and I choked back tears.

“Kyle,” he rasped. “Come closer. I want to tell you something.”

“What is it?” I leaned in close over him, struggling to keep my composure.

“I know you’re feeling depressed right now,” he told me. “You think your life’s in ruins, because of the divorce. Take it from me, you only get one chance at life. When the end comes, there are no do-overs. You’re stuck with the choices you’ve made. You hear me? No do-overs.”

“No do-overs,” I repeated. “I got you, Uncle Mike.”

“Don’t waste the years you’ve got,” he said. “Live your time to the fullest.”

We talked for a long time and said goodbye when visiting hours were over. I kissed him on the cheek and left. Sitting back in my car in the parking lot, it was a few minutes before I could pull myself together to drive home.

Uncle Mike died a week later. Back home from the funeral, I lay back on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about his final piece of advice. He was correct, I realized, in a way which hit me hard. When the end came for me, I understood with an absolute certainty that scared me, there would be no do-overs.

The moment was an epiphany, all at once powerful and clear. I had to live my life on my terms, because this was my one and only chance.

I found a sheet of paper and wrote the words “No Do-Overs” on it in bold black letters and taped it to my bathroom mirror. It would be my mantra from then on.

***

My turn-around began with myself. I started going to the gym every day after work, trimming down on the treadmill and toning my muscles with weight-training. Many months later I was in the best shape of my life. I’d always been thin, but now I was fit and toned and looked right for my build.

Next was my wardrobe. I spent a lot of money on clothes and began making a point of dressing my best wherever I went. I also traded-in my glasses for contacts and felt younger-looking at once.

I would take stock of myself in the mirror before leaving the house and had to admit I was starting to look good. I ran into Rita one evening at the supermarket and she did a double-take when she saw me.

I remodeled my condo, painting every room and cashing in some old bonds to refurnish the entire place. I was done with the old furniture I’d taken with me from my marriage. It all had to go. Before long, my condo was decorated in a sleek modern style.

I set up the spare bedroom as a study. It took weeks, but I finished installing built-in bookshelves. I took my time taking out my books and arranging them on the shelves. I had a small collection of leather-bound classics I inherited from my grandfather and selected a shelf at eye-level for them.

As I took each one out of the box they’d been stored in, I admired the cover and thumbed through the pages. Yeah, I love books. Seeing a book I’ve read always brings back memories, and a flood of them came down as I took those old volumes out of storage and turned them over in Temelli Escort my hands.

Among them was Gulliver’s Travels, one of the first adventure stories I can recall reading as a boy. I devoured it while staying at my grandparents’ farm one summer. Holding the book, memories of endless fields of corn flashed before me. I could almost taste my grandmother’s scrambled eggs, hatched by chickens living fifty feet from the kitchen.

Then I reached in and picked up a copy of The Divine Comedy. It was a beautiful edition, bright red leather with gold lettering on the cover. I opened it and read the opening lines.

Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray
from the straight road and woke to find myself
alone in a dark wood.

The power of Dante’s words struck me. They referred to when he was thirty-five, the same age as me, and he realized he’d strayed from the life path he felt he was supposed to be on. For Dante the “straight road” was Medieval Catholicism, not what I had in mind. Still, there was something to the words.

I hadn’t attempted dating since the divorce. For an entire year of working out and remodeling my new house, I wasn’t ready. As I thought more about Dante’s words, however, I knew the time had come. If I was going to resume dating, though, I had to be true to myself this time around. My straight road required a particular type of lady.

Here’s how it is: I like fat women. BBWs, as they’re called, big beautiful woman. I don’t know why they drive me crazy, they just do. I love their size, substance, and feel. I always have. I always will. Fat chicks do it for me.

I dated a few big girls in college, but always kept it low-key. The shameful truth is I was afraid of what my friends would think. I’d hear them make fun of fat girls and was scared to death of their disapproval. I’m not proud of it.

There was one girl in particular whom I often think of. Her name was Katrina. Sex with her was the best I’ve ever had. It was intense, passionate, and wild. But the entire relationship was a secret. I’d stop by her place for booty calls but we never went out. I suppose she didn’t think she had many other options so she let me get away with it. I told Uncle Mike all about it one day on the lake.

“Fuck your idiot friends,” he said. “You have to be true to yourself. If that’s the kind of girl you like, then go for it and to hell what anyone else thinks.”

I stupidly ignored his advice. In public I dated girls my friends thought I should date. I look back and want to scream. Katrina wasn’t merely drop-dead gorgeous and awesome in bed. She was also smart, funny, and kind. Yet I threw it all away.

Why did I marry Rita? She’s not the type of girl that turns me on. She’s tiny, for example, and proud of it, mocking bigger women whenever she gets the chance. A friend introduced us and we had a few things in common. Next thing I knew we were dating. I married her primarily because I figured it was what I was supposed to do. I told myself I could suppress this sexual abnormality of mine and everything would be fine.

So I pushed my desires way down and tried to ignore them. Only it didn’t work. I was a daily visitor to BBW porn sites, whacking off every day when I got home from work and then again after Rita went to bed. Or I’d see a BBW out in public and would think about her the rest of the day. I was miserable, unsatisfied and ashamed. It was no way to live.

***

I met my friend Phil for dinner one night later that week. We’ve known each other for years. He’s a big, gregarious guy. He’s got a wife and a gaggle of noisy kids so he likes to escape from the house whenever he can. We get together once a month for a guy’s night out.

We met at a sports bar known for its exceptional thin-crust pizza. We sat down at the bar and ordered a couple of beers and a pie. We talked about football for a few minutes, lamenting the recent inconsistency our favorite team was renowned for.

“So,” I blurted out the first chance I got. “I’m ready to start dating again.”

“Dude! I’ve been waiting to hear that!” Phil said. “Okay. You remember Lisa’s friend Denise?”

“Uh, yeah.”

I’d met Denise at a birthday party at Phil’s a few months earlier. She seemed like a nice person but not what I was looking for unless she’d put on around a hundred pounds since we last met.

“Nah, that’s not what I want,” I said. “I’m looking for a, uh, bigger girl.”

“What? You mean her tits?”

I paused, noticing a large woman at the other end of the bar. She had long blonde hair and fantastic curves. She was at least two-hundred pounds of sexiness.

“See that chick over there,” I said. “In the blue tank top. That’s what I mean.”

“Really?” He started to laugh. “For real?”

“Yeah. For real.”

“But dude, she’s -“

“Fat. I know. Don’t fucking judge, man. Like with Eric.”

Eric was Phil’s gay brother who came out a few years ago. It took Phil a while, but he eventually accepted his sexual orientation.

“Remember Temelli Escort Bayan what you said, about a year ago?” I went on. “You were sitting on that same bar stool, as I recall. You turned to me and said you’d decided to give up judging what other people like sexually. Let’s see, how did you put it? ‘The world would be a better place if everyone agreed to stop passing judgment on what turned other people on. Then everyone could be happy and get on with life.’ Wise words.”

Phil winced.

“Oh, fuck” he said. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry, man.”

“It’s okay,” I said, calming down. “I kind of sprang it on you.”

“So…fat girls, huh? Okay. Cool. I had no idea. Rita’s so, um…”

“Skinny.”

I took a sip of my beer.

“You know,” I said. “I wonder if I didn’t push her towards the affair. I mean, I’ve got a strong libido but I hardly ever touched her.”

The pizza arrived. We ate and talked more.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed as he polished off the last slice. “It just occurred to me! I might have the solution to your problem! Her name is Danielle.”

“Keep talking.”

“She works with Lisa. Yeah, from what you told me I think you might like her.”

Danielle was a teacher at Phil’s wife’s elementary school one town over. She was single and Phil described her as a really nice person, not to mention the type physically I was interested in. The more I listened to what Phil had to say, the more I was interested. Phil said he’d have Lisa talk to her.

The next day Phil texted me her phone number and I called her that evening. Her voice was bubbly and pleasant and we fell into easy conversation. We talked for an hour, falling into an instant rapport and making a date for Friday.

I was back.

***

I stopped off at the gym for a solid workout after work on Friday and then headed home to get ready. I hadn’t been on a date with someone new in a decade. I felt like a teenager again.

I cleaned up and got dressed, picking out a pair of nice jeans and a navy blue sweater that makes me feel my most handsome. I took one last look in the mirror, taking stock of myself.

Danielle’s place was easy to find, a condo in a nice complex a few towns over. I found a spot right in front and knocked on her door. She answered a moment later, a broad smile on her face.

We’d exchanged pictures and I knew I wasn’t going to be disappointed. What surprised me, though, was how much better Danielle looked in person. She was cute in her pictures, but in person she was downright stunning.

Danielle was shorter than me, barely reaching up to my chin. She had long, lustrous dark brown hair cut past shoulder length. She had bright green eyes and dark eyebrows the same color as her hair. She had a heart-shaped face, with clear skin and pretty features.

Danielle was definitely a big girl, in all the ways I love. I guessed she was two hundred and fifty pounds, all of them delightful. She wore a purple top and dark blue jeans that showed off her plump thighs and wide ass. My eyes were drawn at once, however, to the big tits stretching the fabric of her shirt.

“Kyle!” she greeted me.

I started to reach out to shake her hand but Danielle would have none of it. She hugged me warmly and I returned the embrace. Feeling her substantial softness in my arms excited me, her huge breasts pressed against me.

“So nice to meet you,” she said, breaking off the embrace.

“So nice to meet you, too,” I said. “You’re even more gorgeous than your pictures.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Let me grab my purse and we’ll be off.”

We headed over to a Mexican restaurant ten minutes away we’d both heard good things about.

We settled into a booth near the back and enjoyed a long, lively dinner together. I loved the way she carried herself in a sprightly yet understated manner. I also couldn’t get enough of her flashing eyes and expressive lips.

We talked about a host of subjects, starting with careers. She was passionate about working with kids and I was impressed by her dedication.

“You sound like you really love your work,” I observed.

“It gives me a lot of satisfaction,” she said. “How about you? Being an architect must be like that.”

“It is,” I said. “It’s also satisfying. You get to look at the final result, point to it, and know you built that. It sometimes blows my mind.”

“I know what you mean,” she said. “Except I don’t always get to see the tangible result years down the road. It’s there, I’m sure, and that keeps me going.”

We stopped at a quiet bar for a drink after dinner and wound up talking for an hour. Danielle leaned towards me and her hand kept brushing my arm as we talked. I decided to put my hand over hers. She smiled.

I drove her home, walking her to the front door. I held her hand as we approached the door.

Danielle turned towards me and looked up into my eyes. I gave her a hug and then kissed Escort Temelli her lips. They were soft and succulent, the stuff of dreams.

“I had a really fun time tonight,” she said.

“Me too,” I said. “Look, I don’t play games. I like you and I want to see you again. How’s Tuesday?”

“Tuesday’s great.”

“Good. I’ll call you call you before then, and I’ll see you Tuesday.”

We parted with another soft, slow kiss on the lips

***

Phil texted me the next morning, reporting that Danielle told Lisa she thought things went well. I replied that I agreed.

I made sure to call Danielle that afternoon. I told her again how much fun I had on her date and we chatted for a few minutes.

Come Tuesday, she answered the door looking stunning. She wore tight-fitting jeans and a white sweater buttoned in the front over a pink button-down blouse. The sweater stuck to her ample curves and showed off her big breasts. My pulse quickened at the mere sight of her in it.

“Hey, you!” she greeted me.

“Hello,” I said and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

We drove to a fashionable new martini bar up the street and settled into an intimate table near the bar. We kept it light, ordering sushi and a calamari appetizer. I was impressed when she ordered the standard gin martini, the same as me, ignoring the various concoctions on the menu.

“Just cause they stick some bullshit in a martini glass, that don’t make it a martini,” she observed.

“Amen to that.”

The food was great and our conversation comfortable. Danielle had a second martini and started to loosen up, smiling and laughing easily. By the end of the meal we were holding hands across the table and there was a discernible sexual energy in the air.

I walked her to her door again, not sure how far it would go this time but eager for more of her.

We reached the front door and Danielle turned to me. I leaned over to kiss her and she turned her face up towards mine. We shared a long, luscious kiss, her lips parting to admit my tongue. I pulled her tight as our tongues danced. The kiss went on for a long time before she pulled back and looked up at me.

“Would you like to come in?” she asked.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Very much.”

***

It was the first time I had a chance to get a good look at Danielle’s living room. It was bright and cheery, an extension of her personality. It was also neat and clean. In fact, it was spotless. She’d cleaned recently, I realized, perhaps in anticipation of inviting me inside.

Danielle opened a bottle of wine and poured out two glasses. She handed me one, kicked off her shoes, and sat down on the couch. I sat next to her. We chatted for a minute or so, sipping wine and looking into each other’s eyes.

We moved closer to one other, leaning-in and holding hands. I took one last sip of wine, put the glass down on the coffee table, and kissed her again. It was like at the door except both slower and longer. Her lips and tongue were all over mine, moist and tasty from the wine.

I pulled her towards me, wrapping my arms around her as we kissed. Her size and softness gave me a thrill unlike anything I’d ever experienced with Rita. It had been twelve years since I was last with Katrina my senior year of college, a long time to wait for the sex you want.

I grew more daring, placing a hand on one of her breasts. Even through the sweater and the shirt underneath, I could feel its size and substance.

Danielle sighed, placing her hand atop mine and pushing it harder against her.

“You’re so hot,” I told her, kissing her neck.

I kissed her again, our tongues dueling. My hands were all over her breasts, kneading and squeezing. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

Her hands ran down my back until they reached almost to my ass. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up. I backed off kissing her for a moment, sliding my shirt up and over my head.

We resumed kissing and I started unbuttoning her sweater. Off it went, her pink blouse my next target for removal. She leaned forward and gently positioned my shoulders against the back of the couch. Then she swung her legs around so that she was sitting on my lap facing me. Her big tits were right at eye level and her plentiful hips and thighs resting on my legs.

I felt her full size and weight against me and it was heaven. I ran my hands along her abundant curves. Her knees were on either side of my hips so I started there, feeling my way up her nice, wide thighs.
I ran my hands over her ass and let out a sigh. Danielle smiled at me, seeing the happy expression on my face. I placed one hand on each bounteous cheek and held them there, savoring the feeling of their sheer ampleness. She leaned down and kissed me.

I resumed my quest to rid Danielle of her shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. I undid the first button, kissing her neck. I undid the next two buttons in rapid succession, exposing her copious cleavage. She leaned forward, shoving her tits in my face. I growled playfully.

I finished unbuttoning her shirt and she threw it aside. I went right to the bra strap and managed after a few fumbling moments to get it off. Danielle cast the bra away and I finally got a good look at the top half of her naked.

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Dana was squatting over Travis; his slender nude body was an aesthetically pleasing compliment to Travis’ more rugged build, the one pale and smooth, the other physically more powerful and rugged, with a skin that had been exposed to tropical suns. Travis’ erect cock: thick and of good, though not unusual length, was poised at the entrance of Dana’s slightly parted rectum. Dana shivered with a combination of fear and ecstasy as he felt the head of Travis’ cock press against his secret opening. Spreading apart his buttocks, he lowered himself carefully down on the erect rod, and it slipped an inch into his anus. He knelt motionless over his master; his mouth was in a soundless o as he willed his entrance to open and fully admit Travis’ cock. The intense sensation as his yielding asshole met with hard dick placed Dana in a delirium of sensation. He served the hardness; his duty was to open himself to his Master’s pleasure.

Little by little as Dana lowered his anal opening, Travis’ cock was entering his ass. Dana was in a heightened state of sensation, a slave to his master; his every private place at the service of his ruler, for him he would perform any act of love whatsoever. He was the slave of the intruding phallus; there was no sex act that would not be available to Travis. Travis felt his cock penetrate into the extraordinary soft rectum of his slave; Dana’s ass was like a ripe fruit, clinging and sweet, hugging the intruder to caress it. The young man writhed and tensed as the cock entered his welcoming asshole. Once penetrated, Travis’ cock was gripped by a yielding yet clinging velvet glove, Dana was completely at his Master’s service; he flexed his anal ring so as to pleasure the cock that filled him, squeezing it and moving up and down on it sensuously.

His ass began to lubricate and his slight movements massaged the shaft inside him; Travis marveled at how his lover’s rear passage always remained so narrow and flexible, despite the repeated intrusions made there. He reached up and fondled Dana’s erect cock, slim and smooth like the rest of him. Dana moaned in the intensity of his pleasure and reached behind himself to part his soft, narrow buttocks and allow the rigid shaft to penetrate deeper. He slid further down until his bottom was resting on the older man’s groin and sat there, shivering in the extraordinary sensation of being possessed. The tight ring of his anus closely gripped the intruding flesh; he began to move gradually up and down, a little further each time, causing his partner to emit a series of muffled sounds of ecstasy. Bending forward, Fatih Escort the cock still deep in his ass, Dana opened his mouth and sucked on the older man’s tongue; his slender hand reached back to caress Travis’ testes; the other reciprocated, cupping Dana’s ball sac and squeezing it gently. Dana’s cock jerked and a pearl appeared on the tip.

The two restrained their urge to complete for long moments, holding back on the fierce plunges that would drive them over the edge. At last the desire became too great; Travis’ hips thrust upwards and his cock seemed to penetrate to his lover’s heart. Though the shaft remained firmly gripped in Dana’s extraordinarily satiny rectum, it was as if a space had opened at the head, a well deep inside the young man to receive his lover’s offering. As Travis’ cock began to spurt, Dana arched and cried out, his pretty head falling back as he felt the hot sperm seemingly scorching his innermost self, filling the space prepared for it with its nectar. Simultaneously Travis’ firm hand manipulated his lover to completion, so that his ejaculate shot out onto the supine man’s broad chest. Both moaned with the ecstatic relief; as Travis’ softening cock began to slip from his behind, Dana collapsed onto his Master; laying his head on his chest, and with his tongue began obediently to lap up the essence that had sprayed there. Travis slumped back into the bed; he caressed Dana’s ass and smoothed his hair as his slave lovingly cleaned him up. He kissed the top of the young man’s soft ash blonde hair and whispered affectionately to him.

Dana had been staying at the Culver City house on its quiet tree-lined street for some weeks now. Travis was away on business a good deal, but the boy-girl Adrianna visited frequently, sometimes with her Master Richard, the tall, elegant older Englishman, whose dry wit, warm heart and generosity had quickly won Dana over. Even without these welcome visitors, Dana would have been content; used to be on his own from an early age, he was happy to wait for the return home of his Master Travis, with whom – for the first time in his life – he was beginning to have feelings that were both deep and very warm. The two got along wonderfully; Travis was invariably affectionate and attentive to his young slave, though this did not exclude regular occasions when Dana, bound tightly and helplessly, squealed and writhed as his Master’s whip or cane bit into his tender bottom, upper thighs and lower back.

Such episodes of chastisement were invariably followed by passionate encounters when the Escort Fatih young man, driven to a delirium of desire, gave himself without reserve to his handsome, equally warm and constant lover. Dana wore the stripes on his rear with great pride, a badge of his Master’s regard. Viewing them in the mirror caused him considerable excitement; despite the stinging pain, he yearned to receive again the sharp stripes that drove him to struggle wildly to avoid the next crack of whip on flesh. Travis had taken to employing a short, thin whip, which combined maximum agony with little in the way of lasting marks. Occasionally, however, he used a narrow rattan cane; this raised welts that lasted for several days. Sometimes the four friends would assemble in the evening; Richard and Travis would sit around one of the large beds, sipping a cocktail or a glass of wine, while the two younger people, stripped to their skins, created erotic tableaus on the mattress.

Dama might kneel, his ass in the air and face buried in the pillow, holding his adorable cheeks apart while Adrianna licked and sucked at his anal entrance, thrusting her tongue as deeply inside him as possible while cupping and stroking Dana’s tight little ball sac. Adrianna’s round bottom, fuller than Dana’s, bobbed delightfully as she tended with her skillful mouth to her subject’s raised behind, his entrance moistening and parting slowly under the intense stimulation. Aroused by this delightful scene, the two Masters would sometimes join their slaves; Richard sliding under Dana to be taken in the younger man’s mouth, Travis kneeling behind Adrianna and entering her cherry-like bottom. The four would drown in pleasure and flesh, switching positions amid moans and cries, to finally fall in a tangled heap soaked in come, sweat, and other bodily fluids. These daisy chain arrangements exhilarated Dana; at last he had his own loving family, with whom he could share everything.

One afternoon Dana returned from an outing in the quiet town to find his bed covered in expensive shopping bags filled with boxes. Enthusiastically investigating this bounty, he opened several to find a remarkable assortment of satin and velvet sheath dresses, slinky gowns, filmy panties and bras with lace and slight padding. There was also a selection of exotic stockings and very high heeled shoes. The other three looked with affectionate amusement at his sweet confusion. Finally Adrianna, ever the bold one, coaxed him to try on one of the dresses, a rayon crepe that hugged his buttocks and fit well on his chest when, Fatih Escort Bayan with Adrianna’s giggling assistance, he put on one of the padded bras. It was remarkable how well these lady’s garments fit him; but then Dana’s build was slender and shapely, his chest free of hair and his limbs smooth and soft. For some time he had been shaving his legs, armpits and pubis, to please his Master; his chin showed only the faintest down and these features, combined with his huge eyes and soft hair that now nearly reached his shoulders, let him pass for a very acceptable, though very slim, young woman.

The doorbell rang. “That must be Anna”, said Richard. The door was opened and a quiet, middle aged woman with Central European features, wearing a plain dress, came in. “Our seamstress, and old friend” explained Richard. Smiling at the group but not speaking, she took pins and tailor’s chalk from her bag and proceeded to make adjustments to the clothes’ fit. Dana, blushing at the attention, donned one garment after another, standing nude except for one of the bras – to which the lady also marked alterations – and a pair of almost transparent panties that made Dana’s bottom seem particularly enticing, in between changes. Anna made numerous cabbalistic marks, then finally smiled at Dana and indicated that she was done. Then, whisking up a stack of dresses and undergarments, she nodded respectfully to Richard, and departed. “She’ll have those all back in a few hours” explained Richard. “She’s a gem. She liked you, too…I could tell.”

Travis beamed at his slave. “You looked adorable…we’ll all go out to dinner in a nice French restaurant we like, in the Hills. Two old geezers with two lovely young ladies!” Dana blushed again. The thought of accompanying her Master out in public, dressed from head to toe in these alluring, sensual garments, whose touch and feel, from stiff nylon to see-through rayon, was so sensual, thrilled him immeasurably. The two Masters smiled at their protégés, then excused themselves. Adrianna had shared in this bounty; together they inspected the clothes that Anna had determined did not require alterations, and the girl-boy explained some of the finer points of female dress-up to her slightly anxious, albeit eager, friend. Dana’s heart fluttered at the thought of escorting her Master in a deep blue satin sheet, made up, wearing underneath a lacy bra, garter belt, see through thong panties and dark stockings, in stiletto heels. At the end of the evening he would strip her naked and…his sex throbbed as the slave pictured himself – soon to be herself – stripped to her panties, blindfolded and roped to the whipping post, suffering the burning strokes as she waited for the chance to open herself in every way to her master. Perhaps this would be the night they tried the golden shower. She would gladly accept anything he wished done.

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I found out that I had been caught the night she came home after one of her dates. From my office, I heard the front door open, her footsteps tread lightly up the stairs and up to her room next door. Two minutes later, I heard her enter the bathroom that connected our two rooms, the click of the toilet lid and then the sound of her peeing. Five minutes later, I heard her leave her room again and then a light knock on my door. She usually went straight to her room and we didn’t see her until the morning. In a panic, I quickly scrambled to minimize the video on my computer screen and tucked myself back in.

“Just a sec” I said but too late, she opened the door and walk straight to my desk and without saying a word. She was wearing a pair of boy shorts and t-shirt. She looked adorable with her long brown hair draped on either side of her beautiful face, her big blue eyes looking up at me with slight hesitation. She held out her hand as if to hand me something. I looked up to see her eyes and caught her looking towards my lap and then her eyes darted back to meet mine and smiled a knowing smile. I was thoroughly embarrassed but reached my hand out to see what she was handing me. She placed something into my hand and then quickly turned around and headed back to her room.

I followed her to my office door and closed the door locking it behind her. I sat back down and took a close look at what she handed me but I had a feeling that I already knew. Why? Had she known all along? If so, for how long? Was this her way of telling me that I was caught? All these questions and more were racing through my head in a fever. I could feel and hear my heart pounding out of my chest.

I was holding a pair of panties, a shear black pair with a ping bow in the front, and by the dampness in the crotch area, she had just taken them off. Instinctively, I brought them to my face to inhale her aroma. They felt cool, damp along my lips. I was shocked and confused. Had she just taken her panties off and handed them to me? She smelled so sweet, a mixture of her feminine soap and her own juices. I tasted the damp soft cotton strip that ran along her pussy and savored her tart flavor. I couldn’t believe that I tasted our teenage nanny’s pussy. I felt guilty. I was busted. Yet, I was and helplessly excited.

My cock was about to burst, I quickly pulled out and began to stroke myself while holding her panties to my nose and in only a few short seconds, I came hard – real hard. And while I tried to not make a sound, it was hard to not breath heavy. As soon as I caught my break, I heard her unlock the bathroom door. Had she been standing by the door the whole time? I cleaned up and headed to the bathroom. I cautiously stepped in and knew exactly what she wanted me to do. I dropped her panties in her laundry hamper and exited the bathroom.

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We hired our nanny about 4 months ago. She was a young college student, a stunning nineteen year old with brunette hair, gorgeous blue eyes, b-cup bra and a nice figure skater build. Having her around the house has been a lot of fun, she’s an energetic fun loving spirit and our son has completely fallen in love with her. My wife and I have not had much of a sex life since our son had been born. It seems as though the birth of our boy instantly devalued everything else in her life. Sex became a rare occurrence for between us until we stopped having sex all together. I had been almost a year since I had had sex with her. Without the emotional or physical satisfaction from my wife, my focus turned to the nanny who was undeniably sweet and sexy.

I like to think that the first time it happened was purely by accident but I know that I would be just fooling myself. I went into her room under the pretext of needing to get something from her walk-in closet (it was big and we used part of it for our own storage needs). I saw her PJ’s laying there on the floor by the bathroom door and a closer look showed her panties buried under her short pink shorts. I examined the pile taking note of how the clothes were stacked so that I could replace the panties as they were and quickly snagged them. In my office, I brought myself to a quick climax and quickly returned the panties. As the days and weeks wore on, I grew braver and would take my time with her panties. Sometimes I would get to them soon after she had her morning shower – they would still be damp. Ahievran Escort The best times were after she had been on a hot date the previous night because they would bare the evidence of her abundant secretions. Sometimes I would wrap her damp panties around the sensitive underside of hard cock and imagine myself rubbing my cock head along her sensitive folds. I never came in her panties. Crazy enough, I felt that I would be crossing the line somehow. I know it’s strange but even perverts have their absurd rules.

I knew that she wasn’t having sex with any of the guys she was dating because she told my wife everything. I knew that she had only had sex once and it was with a boy she really cared for. The boy freaked and told his mother! The relationship soon fell apart and that was that. While she’s reserved, I wouldn’t say that she’s not conservative. She knows how to use her feminine charms and could tell that she had her boys wrapped around her finger. She dresses provocatively and knows how to manipulate men – and I was no exception.

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I thought the next morning would be awkward but she acted like nothing happened. I was the first in the kitchen making coffee when she came down. I heard her come in and I turned around and said good morning but she just smiled back at me. I couldn’t believe how confident Kate was at such a young age. I suppose if she told my wife what I had been doing she could cause a lot of problems. Somehow, I don’t think she thought things on those terms. I think she enjoyed have power over men.

That evening, when she left the house for her date, we said our good nights but when she turned back to me on her way out, she smiled and casually returned my good night with a crips “later” and was out the door. I was really hoping for later.

I waited up in my office again hoping that it would be a repeat of the night previous night. At around midnight, I heard the front door open and knew she was home. Ten minutes later I heard a knock but this time it was from the connecting bathroom. She walked in and I swiveled around in my office chair to face her. Her lipstick was gone and her lips looked puffy like she had been doing some heavy kissing. Just as she had done the previous night, she handed me her panties. Like the previous night, she walked away but this time she walked back to her room through the connecting bathroom leaving the door ajar and the lights off.

Although I couldn’t hear or see her, I could feel that she was there lurking in the darkness waiting for me. My heart was pounding. I took her panties in my hand and brought them up to my nose. They were exceptionally wet tonight. I imagined her making out with her date in the car and how turned she must have been. Maybe she let him get to second base, his hand reaching between her legs to massage the folds of her pussy and her clit. He was young and inexperienced; perhaps he was rough on her delicate parts. She would coach him on how she wanted to be touched. Maybe it wasn’t his fingers that got her this worked. All these thoughts ran through my mind I inhaled her essence. I brought my other hand down and over the bulge of my hardening member. I was dripping wet for her. I wanted her so bad. The feeling was paralyzing, a mixture of nervous excitement, fear of getting caught, and even a bit of jealousy. I felt like I was putting on a show for her. I leaned back against the edge of my desk and caressed the contours of my hardness through my sweats. Slowly I reached in through the waist band and pulled my cock out. I ran my fingers back and forth along its length before wrapping my palm around its girth to begin gently stroking my cock. I imagined that she was watching me intently, hoping desperately that I was turning her on as much as she was turning me on. I imagined her hand running along her clit as she gently massaged her sex.

I wrapped the slippery wetness of her panties around the sensitive underside and began to stroke myself in earnest. I swore that I heard a gasp come from the bathroom when her underwear touched my cock. I came hard not caring where it landed. After I came, I slid her panties over the head of my cock and walked in to the connecting bathroom to drop of her panties. The bathroom was empty and the door leading to her room was closed. I deposited the underwear in the hamper, closed the door behind me and then cleaned Ahievran Escort Bayan my cum off the hardwood floor before heading to bed.

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What started out as a sexual fantasy now felt so real and the confusing part was just how much affection I was beginning to feel towards her. As the weeks rolled by and our nightly routine continued, I felt myself falling for her. I would watch how she lovingly doted on our son, the warm smiles she would flash him and then back at me. I tried hard to pretend to not care for her. I was hard on her sometimes, complaining about the smallest details to my wife but my wife always defended her.

It was six weeks after that first night in our office that our routine came to a sudden stop. That night I stayed up until 2am waiting for her to come home but she never did. To say that I was disappointed but the next morning she acted like nothing had changed. While Kate had been dating different guys for the past six weeks, one guy seemed to get the majority of her time. I began to wonder if thing were getting more serious between them and whether our late night trysts were coming to an end.

The next night, she went out with one of her girlfriends. I debated whether or not to wait up and opted to see if she would stop by my office tonight since she didn’t go out with the guy from the previous night. She got home early that night and around 11am, I heard a knock on my door. This time, she didn’t come in but waited for me to open the door to the adjoining bathroom.

I opened the door and she just stood there leaning against the door.

“Can I come in?” she said.

“Yeah, sure” I replied. Something was very different. In all the nights we had gone through our routine, we had never actually spoken to each other. I took a step back allowing her to enter my office. She looked absolutely stunning in her miniskirt and oversized top. She normally wore leggings under her skirts but I noticed her bare legs and wondered whether she hadn’t worn any tonight or whether she had taken them off. She really looked stunning.

“I missed you last night”

“I know, I’m sorry”

“Why didn’t you come home?”

“I… ” she paused “We had dinner at his house last night and some wine.. “

“You spent the night with him” I interrupted.

She nodded. “I had been drinking and didn’t want to drive back home. Besides, I thought you wouldn’t have wanted my.. you know… last night.”

“I’m not sure I follow?” I had a sinking feeling why but I wanted to hear it from her.

“I know you know. You were in my room again today. I’m sure they didn’t smell umm… the same.” She was right, I had been in her room the next day. She had left her panties on the bathroom floor where I could easily spot them. They were a very sexy black G-string panties, with a tiny pink bow on the back and sheer material in the front. When I brought them up to my face to inhale her aroma, I was greeted with the distinct musky smell of sex, a mixer of cum and pussy. To my surprise, I found myself getting instantly hard at the though. I should have dropped the panties and stormed out of there but I instead, I quickly pulled out my hard cock, and began jerking off to her new scent. Right before I came, I wrapped her panties around my cock and added my cum to their mix.

I looked up to meet her face and saw that she was smiling at me. She bit her lower lip when our eyes met. “You did, didn’t you?” she said.

“huh?”

“You found my panties?”

“Yes”

She stepped in closer now and wrapped her arms around me. As she pressed her body against mind she whispered into my ear “… and didn’t you notice anything different about them?”.

“Yes, they smelled like sex.”

“What else?” she squeezed her body into me harder let one hand drop to my ass to pulled me into her.

“It smelled like cum.” My cock, now fully hard, jerked against her belly.

She let out a little sigh into my ear and whispered back “it turned you on didn’t it?” I didn’t respond.

“it’s ok, don’t be ashamed. When I came back to find your cum on my panties it turned me on too.”

“Really?” I was now slowly thrusting my cock into her and she grinding her pubic mound into me in return.

“Yes, the thought of two… mmmmm… it’s just hot….”

She broke the hug and took a Escort Ahievran step back. Her facial expression changed. That confident smile came back and I felt her taking control of the situation again.

“Do you want them?” she said

“What?”

“My panties, do you want them or not?”

She was fucking me up and knew it. “Yes” I exhaled in a whisper.

“Then take them.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and pressed down and I dropped to my knees in front of her.

I looked up into her eyes wondering if she really meant what she said. She held my gaze for a few seconds and then, placing her hands on either side of hem of her skirt, she lifted them up until the bottom of her white lace panties were right before me.

Looking up, we locked eyes as I slowly slid my hands up and under her miniskirt. For the first time I took notice of just how thrilling it was for her to feel in control. Her chest was rising and falling with heavy breath and her skin was flushed with anticipation. I took my time and slowly felt my way up to the waistband of her panties. I tugged on either side pealing them off her pubic mound and down past her knees by her ankles. All the while we never lost eye contact.

I took her underwear and brought it up to my face to take in her breath. Her panties were soaked, really soaked. She reached out for her panties and took them from my hand. My eyes fixated on her pussy just inches from my face. It was perfectly trimmed. She dangled her panties just over my face and smiled down at me.

“Do you like the way I smell?” She asked.

“Yes”

“Mmmmm… close your eyes!” she demanded and then I felt her fingers lightly slide down my eyes before cupping my face tenderly in the palm of her hand. With her other hand, she ran her fingers through my hair until she clenched a fist full and firmly brought my face forward. I thought she wanted me to taste her so I began to lean forward but just as I reached my tongue out in anticipation she pulled back stopping my momentum. I was close enough to her to feel the heat radiating from her sex – to feel her short pubic hair tickle my upper lip. She smelled wonderful.

“Take it out.” She whispered. On my knees and with eyes still shut, I pulled down my sweats and boxers and until my cock sprung free. I heard a small gasp escape from her throat. I wanted to touch her so badly, to take her right then and there, but I just held still while inhaling her scent deeply.

“Touch yourself” she whispered. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to stroke my cock.

“Mmmm… cup your balls with your other hand.” I did as she commanded. I felt her tug my hair forward burying my nose against my her clit and my lips made contact with her pussy lips. She was soaking wet and tasted amazing. My tongue darted out lapping at the inside of her pussy while my nose rubbed her hard clit. Both of her hands were now drawing fists full of my hair as she pumped my head forward into her pussy. I felt her orgasm building, her breathing was becoming erratic and she was pressing me harder and harder into her pussy. She was trying her hardest to stay quiet and not make any noise from fear of waking anyone up but her breathing gave her away. When I felt her about to cum, I let go of my cock and wrapped both hands around her ass and began to eat her pussy with a lustful hunger. I sucked her pussy into my mouth letting my tongue lavish it with attention while she gushed all over my chin. She held her breath through her orgasm and ground her pussy into my face, her hips jerking in spasms.

When she caught her breath she dropped down to her knees still catching her breath. I felt the tip of my cock brush against her pubic mound. My lips and chin were glazed with her wetness. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss. As she leaned in to kiss me, I felt her wrap her panties around my cock and slide them from the base all the way to the tip. She broke our kiss and looked down at my cock. Her hand felt so good on my cock that I felt I could cum any second. She took care to rub the precum off the tip of my cock onto the soft cotton crotch of her panties. With her panties covering the tip of my cock, she stroked me to one of the quickest and hardest orgasms I had ever experienced. I squirted cum in wave upon wave of pleasure as she milked my cock into her panties.

Then to my confusion, she stood up again and handed me her panties. “I’ve had a long day. I need to get some rest now. Can you put these back on me.” She whispered and held her panties just in front of my face. I did as she asked and slide her panties back up her legs and under her skirt until they fit snugly against her sex. She leaned down and kissed my forehead then walked out of my room.

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* * * * *

I decided to take to heart the suggestion that I “seek therapy” probably not in the way the advice was intended; nevertheless, I decided to use the suggestion as an idea for a story. Inspiration can come from almost anywhere, can’t it?

While this story is fiction and intended for entertainment purposes only the position of the American Psychiatric Association regarding homosexuality is in fact true. Gay people are considered normal much to the dismay of so many.

Some of you might find offensive the improper relationship between therapist and patient, but how many relationships are among truly equal partners? How many sexual liaisons are prim and proper?

Please don’t read this if you are offended by sexual situations between consenting heterosexual adults, homosexual fantasies, or strap-on sex.

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I was ushered from the palatial waiting room to her ostentatious office. I was here reluctantly. I finally decided to seek help, and who better to help me out than a sex therapist?

Extending her hand with a bright smile she said, “A pleasure to meet you. Please have a seat.”

“I thought you would ask me to lay down, you know on a couch.” I said nervously.

“I won’t ask you to lay down … just yet.” She answered cryptically.

I noticed she had her long blonde hair pulled back from her face in a ponytail that drifted down her back. Her black rimmed glasses a contrast to her skins milky whiteness. Her navy blue suit did little to hide her figure.

She noticed my attentiveness and said, “Could you explain to me why you have sought out my services?”

“My current relationship is … and I …. It has to do with … I have a hard time …. You see.” I was making little sense. I was more nervous than a Mafia accountant.

“Hmmm. You should try and relax. I am not here to judge you I’m here to help you.” She said in a reassuring manner.

“It has to do with my fantasies. I can’t fess up when my girlfriend asks, and I really want to share but you see … ” I said with a smidgeon more confidence.

“Why can’t you share you fantasies with you girlfriend?” She inquired.

“I am worried she will think less of me. Maybe even leave me or …. I don’t know.” I stammered once again nervous as my confidence wavered.

She stood up and walked to the window. The sun shined through the bamboo blinds tattooing a diagonal pattern across her svelte figure.

She began speaking, “Some people repress their desires because they are ashamed of them. Shame has many variations from simple shyness to embarrassment these emotions seldom cause us any trouble and help us navigate through a world we share with other people.”

She looked over at me to see if her statements registered.

I nodded in agreement.

She continued, “When shame causes us to repress strongly held desires this is when we have problems. Assuming for the moment that your desires are not to inflict harm on another or break any laws then you have a legitimate need that should be fulfilled.”

I continue to nod in agreement.

She asked, ” Are your fantasies in any way illegal or have to do with inflicting harm?”

“No.” I responded truthfully.

She smiled and said, “Consider a beautiful girl who has just a simple flaw her nose is slightly too large — instead of seeing herself realistically in the mirror she magnifies this imperfection until it is out of proportion to the rest of her body, and it begins to take on a disproportionate importance in her life. That is, she becomes her nose. She thinks about it in the day and has dreams of it at night. She then starts to suffer from diminished self-esteem because her desire to be seen as attractive is thwarted by her Lalahan Escort embarrassment over her nose. The solution isn’t a nose job but addressing her self esteem and image issues. This is an example of how shame can work against our best interests. “

“I understand, so my problem is with my shame over my fantasy.” I commented.

She continued, “Yes, shame is the hold society has on us compelling us to act in a specified way especially when no one is around. Can you break that hold now — can you tell me what your desires and fantasies are.”

I rallied my courage and said, “My fantasy is to be taken, taken anally. I envision a woman with a strapon and …”

She picked up my disappearing sentence, “and she takes you anally. She dominates you and you submissively take it right?”

“Yes, then there’s more. I sometimes fantasize that it’s not her but some guy.” I confessed.

She smiled, put down her pen and paper and said, “Many men, straight heterosexual men have gay fantasies that doesn’t make them gay. Even a desire for anal play doesn’t make a man gay.”

“I don’t know,” I said unconvinced.

She said, “First off, the medical community in general and specifically the psychiatry profession does not view homosexuality as pathology, so there is no need for treatment. We don’t treat homosexuals not because they are beyond help but because they don’t need it — do you understand?”

“Yes, but I like girls,” I said defensively.

“I’m sure you do. I just wanted to state my position and my professions position about homosexuality. When it comes to sexuality there is a wide spectrum of possibilities between being exclusively heterosexual and exclusively homosexual, and it matters little where your desires place you, unless you aren’t being honest with yourself or your partners.” She explained.

“I’m worried about what she will think. She may just leave me thinking I’m a queer and laugh at me.” I said in a worried tone.

She responded, “No lover can satisfy you completely all the time at exactly the right time, this would be a perfect lover and contrary to storybook romances they don’t exist. And chances are your love making will be disappointing if your relationship lacks communication. Couples or partners who have hot kinky sex have excellent communication.” She ended her sentence with a captivating smile.

“I guess you right she might be understanding. Who knows she might just buy a strap-on and bugger me right there on the spot.” I laughed.

“If she leaves you remember that cliché. There are plenty of fish I the sea.” She said.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” I answered.

“You could also choose to fulfill you fantasy through alternate means just to see if it is something you want to pursue and incorporate into your sex life.” She stated in a professional detached manner.

“Yes, that is a good idea, but how.” I asked with a shoulder shrug and palms raised upwards.

“Follow me,” She said with a beckoning finger.

I stood and walked across the room. She pushed on the bookcase and to my surprise it swung inward reveling another room.

“Wow, that’s pretty cool something like you’d see in a James Bond movie.” I said fascinated.

“The room is sound proofed too.” She said stepping inside.

“I could sure use one of these rooms, my neighbors are a pain in the ass they as so noisy I sometimes think they train elephants for the circus.” I said stepping over the threshold.

I asked, “Where are you taking me?” even though I didn’t care I would have followed her anywhere.

“A place where fantasy become reality.” She replied seductively.

She touched a single finger to a panel set in the wall and instantly Escort Lalahan the room was illuminated, and I was amazed at what this room contained.

She waked into the room with me close behind, following the undulating firmness of her buttocks barely concealed under her navy blue pleated skirt.

“If you were to pick the right size for yourself, which one would you choose.” Her hand passed over a collection of dildos of varying sizes, shapes, and colors.

I could feel the feint stirrings of an erection as I looked over that table. I made my selection, and she looked at me with raised eyebrows asking, “Are you sure you can handle it?”

I nodded knowing I could.

She picked up the dildo feeling the weight in her hand, and pointed to the room divider saying, “why don’t you get undressed behind there and then we start.”

“Start?” I asked, dumbfounded at the possibilities that up till now I could only imagine. In a flash, erotic images raced through my mind, the rush of adrenaline began to course through my veins, and my breathing became deeper all in anticipation of things to come.

“I’m going to use this (she held up the dildo) on you, unless you don’t want me to.” She said just loud enough for me to hear. She finished her sentence by pulling out her scrunchy setting her hair free from bondage; it exploded in blond curly locks that cascaded down her shoulders. She shook her head lightly from side to side allowing her long blond hair to separate into its natural part.

“Ok.” I said mesmerized by the sheer radiance of her beauty. I didn’t move I was transfixed to that spot immobilized like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

She licked her upper lip gently and ever so slowly. The light seemed to dance across her shiny lips. Unconsciously, I licked my lips in sympathetic imitation.

She tapped my chest with that obscene instrument and said more forcefully, “Go over there and get undressed — NOW.”

I walked over to the room divider and disrobed quicker than I could have though possible. I stood there naked wondering if she would be disappointed. I peeked around the corner for permission to return.

“Come here my little pet,” her hand made a come hither gesture. She began to slowly disrobe. She started with her navy blue jacket it dropped over one shoulder exposing her bare flesh then she turned her back. She looked over her shoulder and let the jacket fall to the floor.

Her bra snapped off in front but I couldn’t see her breasts.

She slowly wiggled out of her navy blue pleated skirt, once it got past her ass she let it slid down her legs all the way to the floor and stepped away.

Standing with her back to me, clad only in sheer black panties that showed the sublime division of her ass cheeks, reminding me of a ripe peach in summertime, she reached for the tool that would show me what it’s like to be a woman.

She stepped into the straps that would hold it in place, securing it with buckles at her hips.

She slowly turned and I responded with an involuntary gasp. Her womanly figure was contrasted by the life like cock dangling between her legs. I had never seen anything like that before, in real life that is.

Her breasts were firm, exquisite, and worthy of any mans lust.

Our eyes locked, she moved toward me slowly like she was stalking some helpless prey, each step she took caused her pendulous appendage to swing indecently from side to side.

I was so hot I was smoldering, oblivious to anything and everything but her, and that lewd thing between her legs.

I was yielding to her without any care at all. I followed her orders without comment or complaint resigning myself Lalahan Escort Bayan to her ministrations.

I found myself in the humbling position of being on all fours. My ass was exposed as a carnal welcome to her forceful advances. I never knew my lecherous thoughts would ever come to fruition.

She lubricated me with expert hands probing my vulnerability, tightness and receptivity. She heard my encouraging moans and promised me more, much more. I was instructed to stop any self-arousal and surrender myself completely to her.

I obeyed.

The time came when she mounted me from behind her small hands gripping my waist tightly.

I felt the searching hardness.

Sliding up and down the divide of my ass teasing me taunting me.

I arched my back and pushed backward in frustration.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. The taunting and teasing that sent chills across my body in wave after wave.

“Please.” I pleaded.

“Please what? Say it. Tell me what you want'” She asked.

“Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” I said with abandon.

I had to endure even more teasing until suddenly she gripped my hair tightly and placed the head strategically asking, “Are you ready?”

“Yessss.” I hissed with unrestrained lust.

The head slipped passed my resistance and sent a sharp pain shooting through my body. “Oooh god.” I exclaimed.

She stopped all movement and asked, “Are you OK?”

“Yes, just give me a minute.” I said between labored breaths.

Her hands ran all over my ass and body in light strokes that banished every feeling of reluctance my body retained and left only servitude.

She picked up on my readiness and began to slowly feed me inch after inch taking possession of me.

I was reduced to a moaning slut eager to be filled.

She slowly gave me more all the while asking, “is it too much or not enough? Talk to me baby.”

“More,” was my only reply betraying my lecherous need.

“You took it all.” She announced with her hips bumping up against my ass.

She pulled my ass cheeks apart sliding just a smidgeon more up inside. “There now that’s all I’ve got to give.” She said.

She withdrew slowly, abandoning me, leaving behind a void. I groaned in protest.

It felt like she was turning me inside out.

“You’ve got quite a grip on me. You don’t want to let go do you?” She asked mockingly.

When she was almost completely free she changed direction and pushed forward. I moaned again, this time she answered me with the palm of her hand.

Smack! The sound reverberated in my ears.

“Ouch!” I exclaimed.

“You slut you like it don’t you?” She asked me to debase myself.

“yes, yes I do.” I said in a dreamy stupor.

Smack! Smack!

Her thrusting went from sweet and soft to hard and fast over a period of time that seemed like eternity.

This beautiful woman used me as her fuck toy, penetrating me violating me, and I loved it, needed it.

She pulled my hair, bit my shoulder and neck as she drove her cock deep into me. She would talk to me like a common whore asking, “Do you like it slut? Do you?”

Her foulmouthed attacks on my dignity increased in intensity to match her forceful thrusting, “Do you like it up the ass you little whore? Just imagine I’m a real man back here fucking your ass would you like that?”

I always answered her with yes and more.

My body began to spasm with an orgasm of such intensity that I almost blacked out. She continued to piston in and out causing me more feelings of pleasure that spread outward from ass all over my entire body until I couldn’t take it anymore and pleaded for her to stop.

She withdrew from my ass leaving me gaping with indignity and satisfaction. I stood up on shaky legs.

She eyed me with a look of accomplishment and said, “That was quite pleasing. I enjoyed that. I think I’ll reduce your bill accordingly.”

My whole body trembled.

All I was capable of was a feeble, “thank you.”

~ The End (?) ~

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