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

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

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

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

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

The blond quickly ushered him into the kitchen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no… you’re not going anywhere”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack squeezed his glutes as hard as he could.

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

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

Just then he felt Doris push something into his hole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was holding a big, blue dildo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it Officer.”

“Please… C’mon. It hurts!”

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

“Please…”

“Please? Please what, Officer Anton?”

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

“No.Tell me you want to be fucked”

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it, Officer”

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

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

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

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Ben uzun zmandır burdan hikayelr okuyorum ama artık bende yazayim istedim benim başımda o kadar çok hikaye geçtiki fırsat buldukça sizlerle paylaşacağım sexi seven ve her fırsata yaşayan biriyim ve bana göre sexsiz bir dunya asla mumkun değilsize en son 2 gün önce yaşadığım bir hikayeyei anlatayım yıllık iznimin bir bölümü kulanmaktaydım ve ev sahibimizin liseye giden kzının derslerine yardımetmemi istediler tatail dönüşü bende babasına ve anesine seve seve dedim ve tatilde döndüğüm gün derya kapıda karşıladı beni ev sahibinin kızı yani abi tatail nasıldı seni bekliyorum ders çalışmak için falan dedi ben bu akşam dinleneyim yarın sabahtan başlarız dedim bir gün sonra sabahtan kapı çaldı derya geldi Yenişehir Escort uykulu uykulu içeri aldım ama hala uyuyorum ailesi bir akrabalarına ziyarete gitmişler yerleri uzak diye erkenden çıkmışlar akşama dönerler dedi ve başladım ona bir şeyler anlatmya bir tarftanda nete bakıyordum bana bakabilirmiyim dedi tabi dedim yanıma oturdu teni bana değdiğinde farketim ateş gibi yanıyordubir ara göz göze geldik ama küçük olduğunu düşündüğümdn bir şey yapmakta istemiyordum yani 17 yaşında henuz ama derya öyle düşünmüyormuş elini bir anda şortumun üzerinde gezidrmeye başladı bende dduakalrına yapıştım bogarcasına öpüşmeye başladım aralıksız dilimi dilinde deli gibi öpüyor okşuyordum Yenişehir Escort Bayan bende o anda elimi amının üzerinde gezdidrip ıslaklığıın hisetim ama çekiniyordum küçük kız diyordum kendi kendime ama derya eğilip sikimi ağzına aldığında artık işi çok iyi bildiği kanatine vardım derya harika bir sakso çekiyor sikimi emiyor öpüyor okşuyordu beni bir kez boşaltmıştı bile bende deryayı soymaya yavaşça göğüslerinden amına doğru inmeye başladım amı çok tatlı bakımlı dudakları şişmiş ynaıyordu bana korkma bakire değilim dedi şaşırdım ailesinin yanında ağır başlı hanım hanımcık bir kızdı nasıl ilk oldu dedğimde topplu olarak 4 kız sürekli fırsat buldukça sex yapıyorlarmış Escort Yenişehir biri alıştırmış deryayı oda doyamıyormuş şimdiden ve başladım amını parmaklamaya ama benim sikmi çok kalın ve deryanın amı daracıktı benimkine göre zorlamaya başladım ama olmuyor derya kaçmaya çalışıyordu ben ansız bir hareketle soktum derya başını geri atıp çığlık atmaya başladı bende kökledim iyice deryanın göğüslerini emiyor amında ise hızla hareket ediyordum derya amınn acısı ile daukalrımı ısırıyor sırtımı parçalıyordu ve deryanın amından çıkıp duakalrı arasına verdim sikimi kasıla kasıla boşalmaya başladım derya sikime yapışmış emziğini bırakmayan çocuklar gibi sikimi emiyor bırakmıyordu derya ile o gün kaç kez boşaldık hatırlamıyorum ama deryadan söz aldım o 3 kızdan en azından iki tanesini mutlaka misafir eedeceğiz benim eve kızlar şu anda tatildelermiş döner dönmez sırasıyla o kızlarla ders çalışacağız bu gün derya bana ders çalışmaya gelecek artık musade ederse arkadan yapacağım sizlere mutlaka yazarımGönderen: serkan

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Kız kardeşim çok hoş sexi bir kız. Yaşı 18 ama ben ona 16 yaşından beri hastayım. Devamlı onunla ilgilenir ve ona hediyeler alırdım. Beni o kadar tahrik ediyorduki anlatamam ve gün geçtikçe dahada güzelleşiyordu. Giydiği kıyafetler o kadar yakışıyorduki anlatamam. Bir gün ev boyanırken aynı odada yatmak zorunda kaldık. O gece çok heyacanlıydım. Yaz olduğundan sadece beyaz ince bir tayt ve bir tişört vardı üzerinde. O kadar tahrik olmuştum ki anlatamam. Sonradan fark ettim ki iç çamışır giymemişti. Dimdik göğüs uçları beni deli ediyordu. Tayt öylesine vucudunu sarmıştı ki heryeri beli idi. Annem ve babam çoktan yatmıştı. Bizde yatmaya hazırlanıyorduk. Karacaören Escort ışığı kapattık ve yattık ama ben uyuyamıyordum. O kadar güzel uyumuştuki çok muhteşemdi. Yorgundu ve hemen uyudu. Gidip ona dokunmak istiyor, onunla sevişmek istiyordum. Iyice uyuduğundan emin olduktan sonra yavaş yavaş yanına yaklaştım. Kalçaları öylesine müthiş duruyordu ki anlatamam. Yavaş yavaş dokunmaya başladım. Benimki kazık gibi olmuştu. Çok hoştu, elim kalçalarının üstündeydi. Elimi amına doğu götürdüm, sıcacıktı. Bi ara kardeşim uyanır gibi oldu hemen yerime geçtim. Sonra bende uyuya kalmışım. sabah kahvaltı ettik, annem ve babam Karacaören Escort Bayan teyzemlere gitti. Evde yalnızdık, gözüm hep ondaydı. Ona sahip olmalıydım…Üzerimde sadece şort vardı ve film izliyorduk. Ben odama geçtim düşünüyordum, ona sahip olmalıydım. Bir porno film takıp izlemeye başladım. O halen salonda film izliyordu. Ona seslenerek bir bardak su istedim. Suyu getirdi ve porno filimi görünce şaşırdı. Abi sen böyle şeyler izlermiydin diye sordu. Ben de neden olmasın, gel sen de izle dedim. Biraz karasızlıkla kabul etti. Belli ki onun da hoşuna gitmişti. Çok dikkatlice izliyordu. Tabi ben de elim Escort Karacaören şortumun altında benimkini okşuyordum ve ona bakıyordum. Bi ara bana baktı abi ne yapıyorsun diye sordu. Ben de masturbasyon yapıyorum dedim. Nasıl yaptığımı sordu ve yanıma yaklaştı. Işte fırsat bu fırsattı. Benim kocaman olmuş aletimi çıkarttım, çok şaşırmıştı. Ne kadar büyük dedi. Istersen dokunabilirsin dedim ve çekingen bir şekilde dokunmaya başladı. Ona mastyrbasyon nasıl yapılır gösterdim ve bana masturbasyon yapmaya başladı. Ben de yavaş yavaş kalcalarına dokundum. Ilk önce istemedi ama sonra ses çıkarmadı. Ona dokunmak çok hoştu. Yavaş yavaş tişörtünün altından göğüslerine dokundum ve okşamaya başladım. Çok hoşuna gitmişti. Sonra tişörtünü çıkarıp göğüslerini yalamaya başladım. Artık benimdi. Deliler gibi sevişmeye başladık. Onu arkadan becerdim, çok müthişti. Artık her akşam gizlice yanıma geliyor ve beraber yatıyoruz. Ona aşığım. Kaçıp evlenmeyi düşünüyoruz… Gönderen: Sexdelisi

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başladım diğer elimlede elimi eteğinin altına soktum kilodunun içinde amını okşamaya başladım göğüslerini göbeğinin deliğiğinde elimi dolaştırıp elimi amının üstüne getirdiğimde gözlerinin içine bakıyordum adeta kendinden geçiyordu dr de karşımıza geçmiş nasılsın karıcım kocanı beğendinmi gibi sözlerle katılıyor evet hayatım çok tatlı teşekkür ederim diyerek ağzını ağzımdan çıkarmak istemezcesine iyice yalanıyor ve dilini ağzımın içinde gezdiriyordu bende dilimi tüm dişlerine sürerek ağzının içinden gezdirerek ağzının içindeki tüm zevk salgılarını yutuyor emiyordum ve nefes nefese devam ederek bir taraftan onun soyundurmaya başladım oda üzerimdeki gömleği sıyırdı ve atletimi çıkardı ben üzerini çıkardım çırıp Esat Escort Bayan çıplak ettim dr ye elbiseleri veriyorum oda yana koyuyorve dr ye sende soyun dedim oda bir taraftan soyunurken ben serapın göğüslerini emerken yalarken oda semranın göt deliğini yalıyor amının yarığını yalıyor ve iyimisin karıcım güzelmi diye soruyor serap evet kocacağım dilini götümün içine sok alıştır yumuşat kocam sikmek isteyecektir deyiyoyrdu bende boynuna doğru ilerlerken kulağına hem amını hem götünü sikeceğimi söylüyorum ben söyledikçe ohhhhhh erkeğim deyip hadi bana yerleştir deyiyordu ben onu domaltıp altına yatıp amını yalarken dr de sikimi eline almış oh oh karıcım biraz kalınca yiyeceksin hazırmısın çok tatlı bir yarak karıcım deyip sikimi sıvazlıyor ve bir ara sikimi ağzına aldığını yaladığını taşaklarımı okşadığını farktettim ve ben kalkıp serap ile dr yi önüme diz çöktürdüm birlikte yalayın dedim serap ve dr sikimi ağızdan ağıza alıp kemire kemire yalarken dr parmağı ilede serap ın güzel amcığını okşuyor karıcım yusuf birazdan sana sonrada bana gömecek dedi ben önce anlayamadım sonra hadi ikimizinde sahibi ol ikimizide rahatlat sen bizim sikicimizsin kocamızsın deyince ben evli pasip bir çiftle olduğumu anladım hiç pasifle olmamıştım ama böylesi hoş olur diye düşündüm ve sarapı domaltıp arkadan o güzel amcığına yerleştirdim 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sürdüğünü kocacığım bilioyrsun sıra bende dedi serap dahi yiğidim hadi benim boynuzluyada kökle oda rahatlsın diyerek beni ona çevirdi ve önce önümde diz çöktü güzel yarrağımı ağzına alıp şapur şupur yaladı ve eliyle dr nin göt deliğini yokladıktan sonra hadi koçum şimdi daracık güzel göte gir de ben de sizi seyredeyim dedi ben dryi domaltıp ellerini banyonun duvarına yasladım dr götünü geriye doğru vermiş serap onun dizinin önünde dr ninkini ağzına almış elleri ilede beni kalçalarımdan kavramiş iyice dr ye yerleştirmemi sağlıyor hadi kocacığım hadi sen bizim sikicimizsin deyip bir taraftan dr nin kini yalıyor bir taraftan hadi yiğidim hadi dağıt parçala diyerek beni tahrik ediyordu bir ara dr nin götünü sıktığını ve ohhhhh ayyy deyip kasıldığını ne güzelmiş ne harikaymış çok teşekkür ederim oyyy ne harika dediğini duydumancak ben daha boşalmamıştım ve serapfın güzel kısacık sacında okşayarak gel bakayım karcığım seninde arka deliğin birşeyler istiyor dedimevet kocacığım evet diyerek 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Driving home after a long day at work, she was smiling. 25 years old, tall 5 feet and 11 inches. The kind of woman that walks on the street and makes heads turn. All the right curves in the right places, long brown hair, a nice firm breast, a small waist enhancing a beautiful ass on top of long legs.

She had always wanted to have a human toilet. She was happy, because he thought that she was going to grant him his wish, her plan had worked so well in only six months.

She had that conversation with her alleged boyfriend, two nights ago. A lot shorter than her at 5 feet 3 inches and lighter. He held a clerical position in a large bank. He was submissive and liked women’s ass, her ass anyway, judging by all the worshiping he gave it.

“Bernie, tell me what is your secret dream?” She had asked.

He remained silent, hesitating to confess his dark obsession.

“I like what has become a nightly activity. I did not know that I would love sitting on your face while you are on your back having the impression of crushing you under me when I rest my back on your bended legs and let you probe deep inside my asshole with your tongue even if I end up using the toilet after a while. ” She said, looking at him.

“Also, I like letting you wipe me clean with your tongue after using the toilet.” She said truthfully.

“I love licking your asshole clean. It is such an intimate gesture and I feel closer to you when you let me do it, as if you need me for something special. I feel useful.” He said.

“I would do anything for you. “He said almost whispering.

She had tried to pee in his mouth once, a week ago and when he swallowed it, she had stopped her flow and said that it was disgusting to drink it trying to sound normal. Although she was trill that he would do that. She was faking a reluctance she did not feel at all.

In fact she loved every minute of having her ass cleaned by his tongue, wishing it could go further.

They had stop kissing on the mouth long ago.He had asked to kiss her ass, to which she had agreed, after his insisting demands.

In the beginning he kissed her ass cheeks profusely so much so that sometimes when he got carried away she would have to tell him to get back in the middle closer to her rosebud, where she liked it best.

Now she would sit on his chest and moved to his face right away. She was enjoying finding his mouth with her asshole, and he would help her by sticking his tongue out because she told him she enjoyed that.

When her ass was cleaned and she got off him, he would get up, go to the bathroom, wash his teeth and face; sometimes he would masturbate, and then join her in bed.

She would already be asleep, but two nights ago she had started that conversation.

“You have not answered me so I repeat my question: what is your secret dream? What would you like me to do to you in exchange for the pleasures you give me when I sit on your face?”

She could not believe her ears with his answer.

“Michele I know that you said you did not really liked it when you peed in my mouth and that it is disgusting that I swallowed it, but I would like to be your toilet for the whole week end. You would not be obliged to pee directly in my mouth. We could use a funnel or a bottle I don’t know.”

He said looking shyly at her.

“It would be such an intimate gesture. For once I would be useful to you. ” He pleaded.

He had asked again, he could not resist the urge.

” Why for the week end?” she asked surprising him.

“Because from Friday night to Sunday night I hope you will feed me at least two times maybe more. Then I will know if I like it or not and so will you. Then if you like it, you can use me when you want, as much as you want, forever if you want. Whether I like it or not.” He pleaded.

“If you don’t like it I will never talk about it again.” He honestly said.

Looking at him, she said:

“Bernie I am not disgusted by the idea of peeing in your mouth since I am using you to lick my ass clean. It feels so good to use your tongue instead of toilet paper so good that I have been thinking about peeing in your mouth again. You would lick me clean after.” She said looking at him.

He felt himself drowning in her nice eyes.

“The first time I was so surprised that you enjoyed Kalaba Escort it. I did not know how to react. I guess that I got scared of the pleasing sensations and I saw our role reversed. I did not want that. I panicked.” she lied to him.

He was getting his hopes up.

“Oh No! I would never ask for you to reciprocate it is kind of a one way thing for me, I dreamed of you using me as your toilet in all kind of positions.”

He said lifting his head to look into her eyes again.

“But if I agree to use you as my toilet, I will treat you as a slave, meaning that I will not care about you, I will not stop peeing or shitting because you need me to. You will have to swallow everything and keep it down.” He saw her eyes sparkling.

“There will be no safe word. You will be at my beck and call. Theses will be some of the rules; I might add some more if we go along. So will you obey all my orders? Will you be my slave?” She asked.

“Are you teasing me? Tell me it is not a joke. You want to do this right?” He asked all hyper.

“It is not a joke, I want to do this. But I think you are getting the short end in this deal.”

She said smiling at his excited face.

“You have not answered another of my question. Will I have to repeat myself all the time.” She said.

He knelt down beside the bed and said: “Yes, Mistress Michele, I accept to be your slave.”

She turned around, presented her nice ass and ordered him:

“Slave, seal the deal with a kiss my asshole is waiting. We will start on Friday night.”

When she got home, he was preparing dinner. He had done the chores that she had written down that morning.

“Come here slave. Stripe naked then get on your knees behind me and greet me properly. Lift my uniform, take off my underwear and French kiss my asshole. Then you will get me a glass of white wine and join me in the living room. ”

When she had her asshole rimmed to her satisfaction she went to the living room sat down in a chair and turned on the radio.

He walked in with two glasses of wine.

“The wine is for me you will drink it after it has been filtered by me pour your glass back into the bottle. From now on you are to be naked at all times when we are at home. Do you understand slave?”

“Yes Mistress Michele.”

He had an erection and could not hide it from her.

“I see that you are happy to see me but I do not care about your erection you are not to touch yourself if you are so excited to be my toilet-slave you may come when I use you.”

She was already enjoying her role of Mistress He looked a little scared and it amused her.

He hoped that he could satisfy her wishes he had dreamed of being a toilet to a beautiful woman since puberty. He never had the courage to ask a woman for such intimacy and here she was his gorgeous girlfriend getting him closer to his dream.

” Yes Mistress I understand. When would you like to dine?”

“Set up the table and come back when it is served, you will carry me on your back my pony.”

When all was ready, he knelt in front of her and waited for her next order. She had change in a summer dress and sandals. She stood up turned around grabbed his head pushed her ass in his face and farted laughing.

“It is an appetizer for what is coming later.”

She ordered him on all four and sat on his back telling him to bring her to the table. He was straining to carry her 170 pounds on his back. She was 50 pounds heavier than him.

She had him sit on the floor lay his head back on her chair and then she sat on his face. His nose was wedge in between her cheeks and his mouth directly under her asshole.

She farted again before he could stick his tongue up her ass. He tasted it. It was a bad one.

She was enjoying her diner, he was a good cook and the veal parmesan was delicious. She had farted in his face. The idea was suggested by her colleague France a tall blonde beauty of Swedish ascent also 25 blue eyes 5 feet 10 inches with a beautiful ass.

The subject of boyfriends had come up the previous day at lunch with France saying that she preferred not to have one than to have one like Bernard.

Short, no muscles and plainly ugly. That comment prompted Michele to tell France of her week end plans for her alleged Kalaba Escort Bayan boyfriend and of his offer to keep doing it if she liked it. He did not know it but she would love it forever.

Michele was giving some thoughts to France request to try her boyfriend toilet abilities. She wanted to train him first. To find out how long it would take him to eat it fast enough to keep up with her. Training him to be used anywhere she wanted.

She had finished eating, she got up. “Clean up and do the dishes then go wait for me in bed. Be in position for me to sit on your face.”

He was pleased to get a small break. He could stretch his neck and shoulders while cleaning up. Still naked he had this raging hard on.

He got in bed with his feet at the place of the pillows. His knees were bent so that his thighs were at a 45 degrees angle and his head was about two thirds down the bed. He looked like a human lounge chair.

She walked in the bedroom wearing only a bright yellow T-shirt. She had taken off her summer dress and sandals. She sat on his chest and lifted her legs in the bed and then moved her ass towards his face stopping a few inches from his mouth.

Looking into his eyes she said:

“Slave, you know that when you stick your tongue deep in my asshole in this position you stimulate my bowels and I will need to shit. Since we have never done this before we will go to the bathroom so if you spill some out of your mouth you can eat later. “

“When in the bathroom you will kneel down behind me and place your lips around my asshole to make a seal and then you will stick your tongue in. I will squat a little and push your head back to make a direct line of your mouth throat and stomach. Try to swallow my stools as they come out to keep up with me. I will try to pinch mouthful portion of my stools but as I told you I never done this before. Now do you still want to be my slave?”

” Yes Mistress Michele I still do.” He answered looking back at her.

With that being said she moved her asshole to his mouth and reclined back on his tights where his pillow was, relaxing. She felt his tongue get in and she told him to go deeper. That position let him breathe through his nose and allowed the best anal penetration.

She could feel his breath on her cunt like a gentle caress that would start her juices going. Also she could feel his body under her liking the feeling of crushing him. Sometimes she would let him caress her legs and her breast. Soon his ministrations were effective enough and she felt a stool moving.

He was lying under her doing his best pushing his tongue in as far as he could, rotating it on the walls of her rectum. He was so excited to look at her tights and having her cunt so close to his face. Then he felt something moving his way.

She said;

“Here we go”

She got up and walked to the bathroom.

He was right behind her and moved in position. The moment he had dreamed of was here. He would be her toilet at last. He had his lips around her asshole waiting for it. He hoped he would be up to it.

She squat a little pushing his head back. He felt his tongue touch a mass being pushed out.

“Do not move your mouth away from me. You have to swallow whole unless I tell you otherwise. Remember that you asked for this I know I will enjoy myself, I already am, you might not and it has been a few days since I last move my bowels so there might be a lot of shit.”

She grunted. He felt the first stool getting in his mouth it was soon at his throat and he swallowed as much as he could when she pinched it.

“I want you to chew this portion keep your lips on my asshole then stick your tongue back in to tell me that you are ready for some more. Hurry up there is a lot more.”

He chewed as fast as he could with her ass on his face. She could feel his chewing movement giving her that much more pleasure. The feeling of making him hers was so good.

“Swallow and open up I cannot hold it in forever”

He did as ordered and opened his throat so that her shit would slide through. He could breathe in the crack of her ass allowing him to stay connected with her asshole. Trying his best to keep up with her. All he could see was her cheeks and her hair flowing down her back on her yellow t-shirt. Escort Kalaba

After feeding him two large stools she turned around and instructed him to clean his mouth. She watched him to be sure that he would not throw-up.

“So did you enjoyed being my toilet? Because I loved using you. I am surprised and very satisfied that you ate it all. I was expecting you to make a mess.”

Before he could utter a word she ordered;

“Back on your knees now! I need to pee this time we will go a mouthful at a time”

He got to his knees and she straddled his open mouth not touching him. She had to concentrate because she did not want to come before relieving herself. When it sounded like a filled glass she stopped the flow ordering him to swallow.

He was so excited that he grabbed her hips and put his lips on her sex.

She started her flow again and he was dinking as she peed forgetting about a mouthful at a time.

It pleased her that he could keep up with her flow.

“Now lick me clean. You may try to give me an orgasm.”

Using his magic he gave her many orgasms that did not help him with his hard on.

She had him clean his mouth again.

“Are you happy to have been used by me? Tell me. I loved it. I think we will do it every day. That was your offer, wasn’t it?” She was enthusiastic about it.

So still on his knees thinking about how he felt.

“Yes Mistress, I offered to be your toilet every day. I have dreamed of being your toilet since we first met. I did not know how to approach you about it. I like to please you even if I did not like the taste of your shit or of your pee.I feel that I am yours.”

“Well then, instead of being my toilet-slave for the week end only it will be for two weeks. Then we will discuss again. Maybe you will not be able to keep up with my demands.”

“Do you agree to two weeks of servitude?” She asked looking at him with sparkling eyes.

He agreed to a two weeks trial even if he was deceived with the taste he hoped it could be acquired. He liked the humiliation and the orgasms he gave her. He had confessed his old dream to her. Anyhow it was between them right? nobody else knew.

He asked to use the toilet. She ordered him to go ahead in front of her and she instructed him to use it sitting down from now on that way he would not have to lift or lower the seat anymore.

“Now get back to bed get in position to be face sat. I want to read before going to sleep.”

She took a laxative and went to the bedroom. When she was seated back on his mouth she told him:

“I want you to be good enough at eating my shit that I will not have to get out of bed; I want to use you anywhere I need to use a toilet. So maybe I will ask a friend of mine to help me train you. I will think about it.”

She had already decided to agree to France request and to invite her over the next week end.

“I want you to be able to eat a lot of shit. I would like to impress my girlfriends with your abilities. Then they would stop asking why we are together.” She told him.

He was ashamed and so happy to have been her toilet.

“Also, from now on you will now speak only when spoken to, if I want your opinion I will ask for it, you are mine to use and abuse.” She said.

She felt good, she had used him and there was no turning back. No more pretending to be her girlfriend.

When she turned over to sleep, he got up and went to the bathroom, when his business was done he felt better. He had stop feeling bloated, and then it struck him that she was so pleased with his services that she had extended the period to two weeks.

He thought that it would have been harder to swallow her shit but remembered that he was cleaning her ass on a daily basis for the past two months. He kind of gotten used to the taste. His desire had allowed him to swallow everything the first time.

He was near panic when she had fed him her first stool; it had started small and got thicker as it came out. Luckily she had pinched it off and ordered him to chew.

He was also wondering about her friend that would help her train him; maybe if he did his best to please her she would not invite anybody. With these thoughts he went to bed, lay down beside her as usual and went to sleep.

She woke him a little bit later and ordered:

“Slave! You will sleep sideways at the foot of the bed because your breathe stink, you snore and I want a feet warmer. So crawl under the covers and put your face near my feet. I will rest them on it to warm them.”

He answered: “Yes, Mistress” and complied.

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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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Chloe had already thought carefully about how she would approach the matter. She didn’t want to tell Greg herself that he has a small, inadequate penis. He should determine this for himself. Once in bed, she kissed Greg and then looked him in the eyes.

“You know, I knew right away that you were a sub. But don’t worry, that’s not bad at all, I like it.” She wanted to get these two messages across very directly.

Greg was briefly shocked by her directness, but it was also clear to him that she had noticed this in the meantime.

“How and when did you notice?” he asked still.

“Come on, you love to lick me, you love to follow orders, you just love to please me! ‘Submissive’ is written on your forehead. You know what the other guys usually want? Most guys are not submissive at all, many alpha males approach me, they just want to get into my panties and fuck me with their cocks to get off, that’s it. They would never care about my fun. So, I like your attitude, really.” Chloe made sure to refer to others’ ‘cocks’.

Greg realized the wording but who was he to argue about this now. “You’re right, you probably have a good eye for it.”

“What about your ex-girlfriends, didn’t they notice?”

“No, none of them ever brought it up. Maybe they just didn’t want to.” Greg could only explain it that way, as he hadn’t changed any of his behaviour.

“Hard to believe actually and such a shame too, there’s quite a lot of your submissive talent that hasn’t been used.”

Chloe now grinned seductively again.

“Then show me how you had sex with your ex-girlfriends. I want to see that, what position did you usually do, all boring missionary?”

“Yes exactly.”

“Let me see then,” Chloe took off the panties and top she had been wearing still.

Greg grabbed a condom from the nightstand, nervously fiddled to get it on and positioned himself over Chloe. His little man had already gotten hard again, and he directed it to Chloe’s pussy. Fortunately, Chloe was still wet from their conversation. He grabbed a pillow and slid it under Chloe’s butt. It was always easier to penetrate that way. At that moment he wondered if all men did it that way or just him because of his lack of length.

Chloe was wet as always and now that she was paying attention to it, it really wasn’t a very intense feeling when he entered her effortlessly. She did feel him thrusting in and out as he now took a slow rhythm, but the feeling was faint. He penetrated her like this for several minutes.

“Ok, so this is how you used to do it? This is how you got them off?” Chloe grinned at him with a mixture of pity and sarcasm.

“Yeah,” Greg was embarrassed that his effort seemed to have little effect on Chloe. He didn’t feel strongly about it himself, either. The friction was minimal.

“Did Sanatoryum Escort they come in the process,” Chloe asked innocently again.

“Yes, I think so,” Greg blushed a dark shade of red because he knew that it wasn’t true. But he didn’t want to tell Chloe that, in fact, all his relationships had ultimately boiled down to exclusively oral pleasure for his partners.

“I see,” Chloe said with a knowing smile.

“Faster, babe, do it faster. Yeah. That’s good. Keep doing that. And deeper, please, just go on, hit me harder.” Chloe felt that she definitely could get aroused by him, but he had to try harder. She needed it hard and fast. The ‘deeper’ had been a slip of the tongue. You couldn’t ask for anything impossible.

When Greg thrusted hard against her clitoris in quick succession, even the little additional impulse of his small cock inside her was enough to slowly rise her excitement. She was getting into the mood and could feel her pussy reacting.

Suddenly she felt Greg slow down. “No, don’t stop, please. What’s wrong?”

“It’s very tiring to fuck so fast for a long time,” Greg apologized.

“Hm, none of my exes ever said that.” Chloe was a bit sorry for this sentence, but she intended to bring her exes into the game anyway and this was a good moment. Greg might even be right. Chloe’s exes had big cocks that stretched her pussy all by themselves. With them, she didn’t need as much extra stimulation from a higher frequency.

“Then you don’t actually like being on top during sex, do you? You can be completely honest with me.” After her harsh comment, Chloe now tried to stroke Greg’s soul again.

The subject was extremely uncomfortable for Greg, but he admitted “yes, that’s true, I actually like it better when the woman is on top.”

“Why don’t you say so earlier, no problem, baby” Chloe smiled sweetly at him. She let his little one slip out of her, shifted to the side, letting Greg turn around and swing herself on top of him. Chloe liked being on top, she didn’t mind it at all.

She loved to present her body and she knew what a delicate sight it was for Greg from below when she sat upright. Her flat stomach, her small but firm breasts with pert nipples, her slender neck with delicate collarbones and shoulders, and her perfect face.

She reached through her legs and grabbed his tiny guy and directed him to her pussy. It was definitely easier done with a big cock. But she managed to find her sweet entrance even with his short stiffy. Slowly she took him inside her and started to move rhythmically up and down. It was different from the dicks she had ridden before, less freedom of movement. She was limited to small, short moves of a few inches. Several times, Greg’s little man slipped out and Chloe had to readjust. Sanatoryum Escort Bayan Still, she enjoyed the situation, she liked riding him. She sat fully upright and played with her nipples as she rode him hands-free, slowly increasing her speed, harder and faster.

“Hmmmm,” she moaned “I love it.”

After several minutes Chloe leaned forward. She came to rest on Greg’s chest, his penis still inside her. Although she enjoyed the fucking, she still had one more thing on her list for Greg tonight.

“So, do you like it when I’m on top and fucking you?” she asked shamelessly. She continued to move her pelvis up and down, jerking his teenage size pecker.

“Yes, I love it.”

“But the feeling in your penis should be the same when you’re on top, why do you like it better when I’m on top?” urged Chloe further.

Greg was lost in his increasing pleasure and desire. Besides, he didn’t want to hide his submissiveness anymore, nor could he.

“I just like it when the woman is in control. When you’re on top, you are fucking me, not me fucking you. You get to set the rhythm and the speed. That excites me a lot.”

Chloe grinned to herself “I love that you say that. That’s why you like handjobs so much, right? That’s when I get to decide if and when you cum.”

“Yeah, that’s right. And also…” Greg faltered.

“And also…what?” asked Chloe.

“Uh, nothing,” Greg tried to back out.

“Come on, tell me,” Chloe insisted, now stroking with her right hand along his body finding his nipple and scratching it lightly. She couldn’t let him of the hook now.

“There is, there is just more feeling during a handjob then during fucking,” he finally said.

Chloe chuckled. Well, last time Greg did cum with a handjob that barely touched him at all, but that was a special occasion of his mental arousal and humiliation. She knew what he meant. During most handjobs the dick get grabbed firmly and Greg was thinking about those just now. There was indeed no way that his thin penis would ever be grabbed in the same way by a pussy. She really liked where this conversation was going.

“I see, so when u say, ‘more feeling,’ this means, ‘more friction’ for you in a handjob than during sex, right?”

“Yes,” Greg didn’t like where this was leading. So, he tried to answer only shortly to stop the conversation. But Chloe had already tasted blood, she would not let go of her prey now. She played with his left nipple and continued fucking him slowly. She looked deep into his eyes.

“I hope this isn’t because I’m too loose?! You know, my last two Korean boyfriends had really big cocks, like 7 or 8 inches. And they fucked me all the time. They couldn’t get enough of my pussy and always came inside me,” Chloe set the next stinger.

Greg Escort Sanatoryum was in emotional chaos. Different emotions mingled in his brain. Firstly, he was in constant arousal from Chloe’s rhythmic fucking. Then he was terribly embarrassed that both of Chloe´s ex-boyfriends had big dicks. So, Chloe knew about sizes. And she had spoken of their ‘cocks,’ while she seemed to have reserved the word ‘penis’ for him. That they were two Koreans (which was a lie, Chloe’s boyfriends were all white, but she was sure this little deviation from the truth, would make Greg even more insecure) only made things more humiliating. Wasn’t he, the big Caucasian supposed to have a bigger one than any of her Asian exes? But he could also not possibly blame the problem on Chloe’s pussy.

“No, I don’t think so, pussies are very flexible and adaptable I heard. I’m sure you’re not loose.” He reassured her, unable to find any solid ground under his feet. He served Chloe the perfect excuse for the only logical follow-up inquiry.

“Hmmm, then why do you think that we don’t have much touch and… ” Chloe prepared the final blow and fucked Greg in the rhythm of her words “FRIC…TION…WHEN…WE…FUCK?”

She felt his cock inside her more evidently now than before. Probably the little one was pulsing like crazy, as hard as it could be. Greg was breathing heavily as well. Chloe increased her speed, she hammered his pubic bone hard against her clit, she wanted to make this little guy cum, and herself, too. She felt her arousal rising.

“I don’t know,” Greg made one last attempt to end the interrogation.

He felt his dick twitch inside Chloe. Her pussy had to be so aroused, too, that he suddenly felt her more clearly, actually gripping and squeezing his dick for the first time. In shorter and shorter intervals. He was joining her body’s rhythm.

“You don’t know…really?” Chloe kissed his neck. “Come on, Greg, be my good teenage boy, and tell me.” Chloe moaned in his ear.

Greg was completely incapable of any resistance now. He was just too aroused, by her body, her questions, and his embarrassment.

“Because….because….I have a small cock,” he blurted out, utterly embarrassed.

“You mean, a small PENIS, right? Dick and cock are for the big guys, u know?” Chloe corrected him. “Say it again, loud and clear” and she increased her speed fucking Greg.

Both breathing heavily, Chloe moaned loudly, and she felt her pussy juices flow out of her vagina past Greg’s penis onto his groin. The loud sound of their wet bodies slapping and bumping against each other filled the room.

“Because I have a small penis.”

Chloe rammed her lower body violently against Greg a few more times, squeezing his little one inside her and her pussy milking it hard until they both screamed out their climax together. Their bodies tightly embraced, twitching. Greg, flooded with embarassment, had the most violent orgasm he could remember, spurt after spurt shooting out of his tiny penis. Chloe’s pussy juices gushed out of her spasming pussy without stop until she finally collapsed on top of him.

“Yes, you do!”

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Sarah was sat at the bar contemplating her life, she had just finished college and her whole life was laid out before her. Although she still felt lonely an out-cast, she had never had any real friends, I mean she had acquaintances but that was about it. No one to call when she was upset, to gossip with, or to ask questions to. Sarah was 23 years old and she still had never really been kissed. I mean she had had the pecks when she was 13 by boyfriends she had back then but never a real kiss.

How she yearned to know what it felt to have another persons lips on hers, to feel their tongue in her mouth exploring every part of it. She always wondered what it would feel like to have a guys hands over her body.

She was getting away with herself letting her thoughts run away with her and here at this bar of all places. She quickly composed herself and stirred her drinking going to take a drink and then realising half-way to her mouth that it was empty. Dropping it to the bar suddenly looking around embarrassed she suddenly notices someone looking at her.

Sarah quickly turned away with a slight blush to her cheeks. Had he been looking at her long, she hoped that he had not been watching when she was thinking all those thoughts. She turns to try and get the bartenders attention, god she never needed a drink so much in her life.

The bartender walks over and places a drink by her. “From the gentleman over there” the bartender says pointing to the guy who had been staring at her. Sarah blushes slightly and mumbles thank you and she grabs the drink Demetevler Escort and nearly downs half of it in one large gulp. God she was thirsty and starting to feel weird, but in a good new way. She sneaks a peek at the area the bartender had pointed to see if the guy was still staring but he was no longer sitting at the bar.

Sarah suddenly starts looking around the bar to see where this mystery man was. Feeling a sudden skip in her heart thinking that he had gone without talking to her. Sarah shakes her head suddenly trying to snap out of this what was wrong with her, she had never been like this before. She need to try and control herself.

Just as she was about to finish her drink and run out of the bar she felt someone slide into the seat next to her. She tries to slyly look over to see who had sat next to her when she notices it is the guy who bought her, her drink.

He smiles seeing her look at her in her slide way glance. And motions her to finish her drink. Sarah takes the drink and finishes the rest in one big gulp nearly chocking on the ice that had slipped in with her drink. The stranger snickers to himself as he sees she is nervous but excited at the same time.

The stranger suddenly takes Sarah’s hand and pulls her out of the seat taking her out of the bar. Sarah tries to protest wondering what is going on, but he puts a finger to her lips and then continues to lead her out of the bar.

He takes her by the hand to a near by park and motions for her to lay on the grass. Sarah slow Escort Demetevler complieces not sure if this is a dream or what is going on. As she laid down she could feel his hands all over her body, hungrily devouring her body. She could feel herself getting very wet as he moved his hands expertly over her. As he knelt down beside her he undid her fly reviling a hard 8 inch cock glistening in the moonlight.

Not knowing what she was doing she suddenly had the cock in her hands massaging it not knowing what she was doing but guessing she was doing something right by the look of pleasure in his face. Feeling suddenly daring Sarah sat up and started to lick the tip of the cock, pushing her tongue hard against the tip exploring every nock and cranny. Slowly putting it into her mouth put still using her tongue against the tip, she knew she was still doing something right as she heard him moaning in pleasure as she carried on moving her mouth up and down his rock hard cock. She started moving faster and faster along his cock rubbing her tongue against the side and tip at the same time. She could taste the pre-cum in her mouth and it tasted salty and good. She started to lick hard against the tip getting every last drop you could, suddenly he exploded in her mouth filling it up with that delicious liquid fill her mouth and she swallowed greedily trying to get every last drop.

The Stranger pulled out of her mouth and moved in front of her kneeling down, and started to kiss her feeling her mouth with his tongue. At the same time Demetevler Escort Bayan she could feel his hands slowly starting to unbuckle her pants and pull them down. She could feel his hands exploring her pants and feeling how wet they had become. Slowly pulling down her underwear and then using his fingers to twirl around her opening teasing her. Lifting up her hips aching to feel those fingers in her, suddenly his fingers dived deep in her, and her body exploded with pleasure. His fingers were twisting and twirling sending shock waves of pleasure through areas that she had never felt before. As she could feel herself come closer and closer to the orgasiam that those magic fingers were giving her.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled away, Sarah could feel herself pulling at him wanting him to carry on needing to reach over that point. The Stranger took is cock in his hand which was once again rock hard and gleaming, and started to rub against her opening. Sarah suddenly felt her legs wrap around his waist and push it all the way in. The mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed into her virgin pussy was amazing. Letting out a sharp moan she could feel herself go as the pleasure whipped around her body as she cam with a load moan. The Stranger started to push hard and deep into the tight pussy feeling what no other had felt before feeling himself getting closer and closer again. He wanted it to last but it was just tight and felt so good he could feel himself coming again nearly immediately.

After finishing up the Stranger pulled up his trousers and walked away. Sarah sat up still not believing what had happened and then realising that actually they had not spoken two words to each other since they had met. Feeling the moisture between her legs she laid down reeling in the pleasure and thinking that just maybe she would come back to the bar again tomorrow night.

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Sarkopheros Says:

This is the first new Brod story where he’s grown some from his previous size. He’s going to get slightly bigger though—the next story will take place some time after this one, and in that one, he’ll be at his final size. You guys voted on it, I said I’d do it, and I did it.

If you’re not familiar with my Brod series, expect ludicrous, unrealistic proportions. He has a titanic cock better suited for use as a battering ram and nuts bigger than his head. There will be cum inflation, absurd sex, and a host of other things. This story also features some light incest between two sisters and a little lactation thrown in for good measure. I almost always focus on asses, so I thought I’d focus more on tits in this one.

Anyway, enough from me. Enjoy the story. And please let me know if it was a fun read.

Also, I’m always open to constructive criticism, please let me know if you have any.

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You may have noticed in my stories that I’m often vague when I talk about how big I am right now, and that I leave most of my accounts in a nebulous time frame. This is why. While I have not lied, I have omitted facts. And the fact I omitted was that I grew more. By a lot. And quite frankly, I wasn’t sure how believable it would be.

See, most of the stories you’ve read up until now occurred years ago. And it’s true, I was 19.5 inches during those stories. But that changed. And it took me far too long to notice how much bigger I’d gotten.

You might be saying, “How can you not notice your cock growing by several inches, Brod?” Well, the answer is two things. First, it happened over a long period of time—years. My cock stopped growing at the age of 26. When I measured it the next year, and the year after that, nothing had changed. So naturally I assumed I was done growing. But I was wrong.

Second, a few inches is not immediately noticeable at my size. Sure, if you have an average cock, two or three inches is a huge change. But when your cock is longer than your thigh and you can weigh it in kilograms, things are different. I started to notice during the rare occasions when I opted for a real pair of pants instead of basketball shorts. My slacks were starting to feel tighter, and even my custom-cut jeans were becoming a task to put on. I never liked wearing pants, but it was getting ridiculous.

At first, I thought I was gaining weight. And according to Yara, I was. Which just made things stranger. My body fat percentage stayed the same, so we assumed I was putting on muscle and fat equally.

A few girls had commented that I seemed larger, but I didn’t believe them. I assumed it was just the fact that they had to sate themselves with normal-sized cocks between our encounters. But I got proven very wrong when I went to the bank one day.

I had woken up at the crack of noon after spending the previous day and night entertaining the members of a local women’s club. I slept extremely well when I got back. It’s so nice going to bed feeling spent and not horny.

It’s an interesting thing. The point of this particular club is the same as a men’s club—to avoid the opposite sex. Or at least, that’s what I assume people do at those clubs. I’ve never had any desire to find out. The women generally want to avoid judgment and men acting like idiots. It’s a space where they get to do whatever they want. When I entertain, they’re still very much in charge. While you may be saying, “But Brod, aren’t you still the main attraction?” Yes and no. My purpose there is to get them off, and while it’s mutually beneficial, I’m there to cater to their needs.

I may write a story about this later, but basically, the club’s owner knows me through Yara. And she knows that I don’t tend to do or say judgmental or sexist things, and that I can be trusted.

They put me in the middle of a big ballroom with a bed and some furniture. I’m blindfolded, and only talk when they address me, mostly just to get a feel for what they want. Some of the women are embarrassed even in a place like that, so Yara is there to play middlewoman and relay commands for any women who don’t want to tell me what they want directly.

Then I start fucking. Or licking. I’m a glorified sybian. I’m not sure how many women were there. I was fucking off and on for well over 24 hours as women came and went. I stopped only to eat, rehydrate, stretch, and generally keep myself in fighting form.

So it was interesting that when I walked into my bank I encountered one of the women who I had fucked without knowing it.

Schloof. The door slid closed behind me. I was there to deposit the check from that night.

Even though the folks at the bank were used to seeing me bulging, I figured I’d dress up in more than basketball shirts and an old t-shirt with a nerdy reference on it. I was once again dressed in my not-looking-like-a-bum clothes, meaning that I was dressed like Raymond Reddington, Aydınlıkevler Escort minus the glasses and overcoat.

Granted, I’d rocked the waistcoat and dress shirt since before Blacklist came out. But after seeing the show I added a custom-matched fedora to the mix—not one of those twelve-dollar trilbies from Target that nice guys wear. I also wished I could have gotten arrested by agent Malik or Navabi, but that’s completely unrelated. These hats were bespoke.

I walked down the monolithic hall, stone rising on either side of me. I couldn’t help but imagine that this hallway was specifically put here to serve as a choke point for any would-be thieves. My oxfords stepped audibly on marble, but curiously, there was a sound missing. Usually, the klok-klok-klok of my shoes was mixed with the meaty slap-slap-slap of my nuts bouncing against my thighs.

I knew something was wrong, as well, because my legs weren’t moving as easily as they should have been, like the cloth was pulling at them. I was very much aware of the sensation of cloth slipping and sliding tightly against the flesh of my nuts and cock.

As I entered the main room of the bank, tellers waiting behind their reinforced windows, I thought back to waking up.

After showering and scraping the gunk left by a platoon of pussies out of the folds of my sack, I came back out to assemble an outfit.

I couldn’t help but interrupt my maid as she changed my slimy sheets. We both figured that we should get things out of the way before she put a fresh set on. As I’ve said before, I have a very hard time resisting a pussy. And I could see Meg’s puffy mound pushing up against her shorts. She could smell the funk from last night. One thing lead to another.

After another shower, I smiled at her as she laid, twitching and groaning in the pile of discarded sheets, her cunt gushing into a pool on the floor, her yard-wide belly jiggling and pinning her down.

I finally started to get dressed, pulling my custom-cut slacks on. Most men put their pants on one leg at a time, and I’m no exception—except I also put my pants on one nut at a time. My pants are designed with a large pouch expansion in front to hold my package. The fly is situated along the middle of this. It’s strange-looking, but necessary; there’s no way to fit my bulge into normal slacks.

I grabbed one half of my open pants, stepped away from the spreading, musky puddle, and hefted one of my gigantic nuts in. Okay, that was kind of snug. I adjusted the cloth, to no avail. Weird. I also noticed it seemed to be engulfing more of my hand than usual—I figured that was just my imagination. I eased the other ball into the pouch. That was awfully tight, too. Then, I slipped my cock back into my boxers and tried to zip up.

I grunted and struggled. The zipper didn’t want to hold! It was cinching the cloth tight around my enormous package. It just would not! Pull! Up! I grabbed a handful of cock and adjusted it. Tried again. Adjusted my sack. Tried again. I yelled at the ceiling. Yara was in the next room and came in, her bare feet stepping through squishy sperm. She shoved my cock and nuts down. Finally, with her help, I managed to zip up my slacks and do the button. But my nuts were struggling with the cloth the whole time, wool stretching and digging in. I should have known right then.

But I got into the car and went on my way.

And now I was walking into the bank. I was taking weird little short steps as I strode. I felt like a penguin. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice. I’d seen most of these faces before, so my bulge was not new to them. I only got six or seven weird glances.

The main chamber was paneled with dark wood and had a coffered ceiling. A hushed murmur was audible from the people milling about. Many were getting some free coffee and cookies, and/or bullshitting.

A pale, middle-aged brunette with high cheekbones passed by, having concluded her business. Her tits bounced under a calf-length dress that showed off her hips. She pressed one hand to her belly and groaned as she walked by, her legs bowed outward. Taking a moment to compose herself, she cleared her throat and straightened up before smiling at me.

But my package pulled her eyes downward, she gasped, and her eyes grew large. “Guh. H-hi. It’s. Wow,” she said.

“Hey there,” I said, taking a familiar tone. I had no idea who she was, but … well, it would hardly be the first time I met a random person I’d fucked without knowing who they were.

“Mph,” she bit her lower lip, staring at my bulge for a long moment. “I was there last night,” she finally said.

I chuckled, rubbing a hand up her stomach. “You were? I hope you went home satisfied.”

“I didn’t know people could stretch that way!” she panted, licking her lips. “Do uh. Do you make house calls?”

“Well, I’m busy right now, but I do,” I said, putting Aydınlıkevler Escort Bayan my hands on her waist. She shuddered and drew closer. I noticed a ring on her finger. “You could come to my place, too.”

“I didn’t mean now, anyway,” she said. “I can’t take another pounding like that for another month, at least! And I still have. I. Ooh,” the brunette shuddered again, and I heard a splat! We looked down. A pancake-sized white disk was on the tiles between her feet. Flecks of white decorated her shoes, stripes of white down her legs. Her mouth fell open, her face filled with red. “I need to go!” she squeaked before clicking away on her heels. I looked around. A few people looked over, but they were looking at our faces, not the floor.

I shrugged and went toward the counter. I gave the teller my check to deposit. I heard more clicking and felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, Brod,” said a sweet voice behind me. I turned to see a woman who came up to my chin. She had long brown hair almost dark enough to be mistaken for black. Her smart pencil skirt wrapped snugly around nice hips, and her suit jacket struggled to contain a pair of monstrous tits bigger than her head. It was a wonder she didn’t topple forward. Her hazel eyes looked up to my brown. The light from the skylight warmed her olive skin nicely.

“Well hello there, Aleta,” I purred.

“May we help you with anything else today, Mr. Kanayama?” asked the wizened, bespectacled man in the booth.

“No thanks, Arthur. Take care.”

He smiled and nodded. Aleta and I walked over to the side to chat. With every clicking step, her monstrous tits bounced and quivered, the white blouse giving me a view into that epic valley of flesh.

“So how are you, Mr. Kanayama?” asked Aleta, tucking the portfolio she was holding under her arm.

“I’m fine, Ms. Kontos. And how does this fine afternoon find you?”

“You fucked my sister,” she stated flatly.

“What, last night?”

She nodded, brushing her hair back. “Yeah.”

“Did she enjoy it?”

The woman gave me a mischievous grin. “She’s waddling around bow-legged in the back. I’m sorry I missed it,” answered Aleta, chuckling. Her tongue ran over her pink-lacquered lips as she looked down. “You’re looking swollen.” She patted one of my monstrous nuts.

“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes.

“I actually have an ulterior motive. I saw you come in and I wanted to talk to you about one of your investment accounts,” she said, moving the folder out before her. She almost had to hold it at arm’s length just to see into it. Damn, those things were huge! “I found a different mutual fund from the product you currently have under your Seraph account. This particular product has much better diversification, and it gives you a few more options to play with. For instance, I think that if you—”

I held up a hand. “Look, you know you’re speaking Greek to me.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Boró_ na milí_so_ kyriolektikí_ elli_niká, an protimáte.”

I laughed. “What?”

“Your puns are awful,” she said. “Would you prefer to have Mariam discuss this with me?”

I nodded. “Yeah, this really isn’t my area.”

“You’re going to have to learn to use more than one of your organs,” she teased.

“You love my organ usage, though,” I answered.

“Yeah. But you really should learn some of this financial language. What if Mariam goes away for some reason? Can you trust the next person?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t see her going somewhere else. But. I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

“No, it couldn’t, Mister.” She poked me with her pen. “Anyway, you can take this folder, see? Show it to her. Have her explain it if you want.” When she opened the folder, the pen slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. It rolled to the edge of the puddle that the brunette had leaked. When Aleta saw it, she said, “Jesus, Brod, I didn’t know banking excited you so much.”

“That came from someone I fucked last night,” I chuckled.

“Oh.”

“Let me get that,” I said, squatting down, reaching for the pen, and—

SCHRIIIP. SMACK!

Cloth exploded. An avalanche of flesh. I felt cold against my sack and glans.

.

A woman nearby gasped. A man turned around and said, “What the hell is going on here?!”

I looked down.

My equipment pouch was shredded, hanging open, the seams sundered, my boxers in tatters. My heavy nuts rested on the marble below, my immense glans flopped on top of the pen. My pants had just failed catastrophically.

“Um,” I didn’t know what to do and looked up. I was greeted by dozens of stunned faces and several clicking phones.

“Come here!” Aleta grabbed my arm as I grabbed the pen, and she whisked me down a hall. My bulge bounced heavily atop my legs, bringing back the familiar slap-slap-slap. A girl carrying cups of coffee almost spilled Escort Aydınlıkevler them as she gasped at my bouncing nuts. I winked at her as my cock and I flopped by.

Aleta pulled me into a wood-paneled conference room with a view of the parking lot. There was a heavy wooden table with seating for a couple dozen.

“Brod, what the hell?!” she half-yelled.

“I don’t know!” I said. “Look, I wasn’t expecting that to happen, I don’t even know how that happened!”

“How did—” She looked down. “Wait.” Aleta put the folder on the table and knelt in front of me. Her dainty hands rubbed over one of my immense balls. “I swear, they look as big as my tits. Brod, you’ve grown! They’re like volleyballs!” Then, with both hands, she grabbed the swinging slab of meat between my nuts and grunted as she hefted it. “Fuck, you feel as heavy as you used to be erect! This is way heavier than it should be.” Then she made a fist and put her forearm up against my swinging slap of meat. It almost reached my knees. It dwarfed her forearm and fist, even flaccid. “God damn! Mmmm….” She smacked her lips.

“Fuck, I was hoping I wasn’t growing…,” I sighed.

“Huh?”

“Well, we noticed I was gaining weight, but my body fat hadn’t changed,” I explained. “We thought I was gaining muscle.”

“You gained weight, alright, but you gained it downstairs,” she said with a cluck of her tongue. Aleta looked up at me and smirked. “The most important muscle.”

I grinned down at her. “You know, you did say you were feeling jealous of those ladies last night.”

Aleta bit her lip before pressing kissing my cock’s hot skin, leaving a pink print on the skin. “Be right back.” She stood and hustled out of the room. A moment later, she came back in, holding a yardstick. Aleta poked one of my immense nuts with the cool metal. “You know, I was being literal when I said they’re about volleyball sized,” she said. “But I know that cause I’ve played. Let’s see how big that cock is,” chuckled the banker.

I nodded down to where my junk hung from my shredded pants. “Better get to work.”

“Oh, no, lay that fat thing on the table. I want to see how big you are soft.” She tapped the wood with her yardstick, jostling those ludicrous teats.

I pulled a chair away and grabbed my cock, pressing my hips to the edge. Smack! My slab of meat flopped heavily onto the smooth surface. She came up to me and laid the ruler along the top of my organ. Both of us gasped, our eyes growing till we looked like a couple of owls.

“Fuck!” she said. “You really did grow!”

My jaw hung slack for a long moment. “God dammit,” I said. “Why didn’t we measure earlier?” The reading, for my completely flaccid cock, was slightly over 16.5 inches. Aleta turned the ruler sideways. My organ measured over four and a quarter inches in width. “Jesus.”

“Oh, oh fuck,” Aleta moaned, pressing her knees together. “I need need to see it hard!” She put the yardstick down and licked her lips eagerly. I could see her breaths becoming heavier and heavier, her epic bosom bouncing with every heady gasp.

I turned the chair I had just pulled out and grabbed the halves of my pants. I pulled. Schriiip! Now I had enough space to dangle freely with no discomfort. Granted, I felt like I was wearing a pair of chaps, but I was comfortable. My gargantuan, fleshy volleyballs brushed against the soft carpet when I sat, sweeping along it, but not quite sitting on it yet. My crown rested against the floor.

Aleta made a little moan in her throat at the sight. “Oh. Oh, my,” she panted.

“Get that thing nice and hard,” I said. “Come here and show me those titties.”

The banker stood up, licking her lips. With a roll of her shoulders, she slipped her jacket off and tossed it onto the table. I opened my legs as she approached. Aleta slipped between my thighs with a sway of her hips. Her stocking-sheathed calves rubbed against my hot, sensitive balls, and she shifted until she got my cock between them as well. My fat organ was hot against her legs.

I ran my meaty hands up along her ass, pulling her in closer as her dainty hands undid the buttons struggling against her vast, fleshy melons. Pop. Pop. Pop. One by one, they came undone, and more and more teat-flesh was exposed. With every button, her bust bounced, and the weight of those breasts pulled the halves apart even further.

Then the halves came away completely. The white cloth slipped away. I saw two great mounds of jiggling flesh, barely held at bay by an over-burdened black bra. Her tits muffined over the top. I reached up behind her and deftly undid her bra. She smiled and slipped out of it, sighing in relief as the cups came away from the enormous olive-complected orbs. “Oh, this is much more comfortable,” she cooed.

“How do you think I feel all day?” I asked. “People are way more offended by cocks than tits.”

“Yeah, I bet I get stared at as much as you do,” she said, hefting her tits, her hands almost disappearing into them as she jiggled them at me. “Look at them!” They bounced gelatinously, her nipples tracing circles in the air. Each was the size of the last joint of my finger, thick and begging to be sucked.

“I’m gonna do more than look,” I said. “Come here.” I patted my thigh.

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