It’s All The Ex’s Fault Ch. 19

It’s All The Ex’s Fault Ch. 19

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: It’s all the Ex’s fault.

It was intentionally written without names.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup

She finishes the last few chapters of the story…

Monday morning… the first Monday I’ve looked forward to in years… no more classes. Finals over and passed, I don’t actually know that for sure, but I sailed through the tests so it’s just a mater of what the final score is.

I’m feeling ornery! Nice suit jacket and skirt… a short skirt! Stockings with the seam up the back and a wide cincher to hold hem up. The prettiest lace bra and thong I have… also the thinnest! A silky blouse to cover it up, but still thin enough to let the lace pattern and a lump of nipple show if I want… and the best part… my blue plug…and my yellow plug just in case!

With all the triumph I was feeling, work was nothing special that day. Briefs and research, research and briefs. I did get a call from one of the girls passing on my scores they posted just before noon. I did a little better than I thought I did, so my class ranking was still pretty good.

The surprise came the next day when I was called into the partners meeting. I hadn’t been working on anything big, so I was a bit apprehensive about it. Now usually a partners meeting only consisted of eight or ten partners, enough to form a quorum. Today all fifteen were there, and they were all looking at me…

I saw my boss and his wife, she was relaxed and smiling so it couldn’t be all bad.

The managing partner, and nice older man I had rarely had any dealing with, gaveled the meeting to order and then looked at me with a stern look. “So young lady, just what are we to do with you?”

I stared at him, probably my mouth hanging open, trying to figure out what he was talking about. What did I do?

Then he smiled at me and continued, “Number two in your class huh? Probably going to get us into a bidding war for your services… ” They all brought out champagne flutes, and one was thrust into my hand. I was shaking so bad I almost dropped it. “Congratulations!”

I pointed a finger at my boss. He just smiled and shrugged… asshole… ’bout gave me a heart attack!

After that is was a bit of hob nobbing with the partners, not something I should get used to, but nice anyway. I did get a chance to talk with the three female partners, getting some bits of advice and them asking what my plans were. They thought it was funny that I hadn’t planned on anything. My sole goal up until last Friday had been law school.

I wanted to do something with kids, but beyond that it was wide open. They all expressed a desire for me to consider staying on after the bar exam… kind of gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. Being an ornery girl, that warm fuzzy feeling morphed into a stuffed feeling. I slipped into the ladies room and slipped my blue plug in for the rest of the afternoon.

So naughty walking around all these fancy attorneys with a plug in my ass! Up and down, back and forth in the offices. Feeling the little tug in my ass when my heels hit the floor. It wasn’t until later in the day I realized I had gotten used to it. Finding myself moving a bit so I could feel it moving in me. If it had been earlier in the day I might have swapped it for the yellow.

Wednesday I was feeling frisky, and managed to get the yellow plug in before I left for work, even if I did have to work my ass with the blue one first. Mmmmm, fully dressed with my panties pulled down to my knees, bent over watching that plug go in and out of my ass to open myself up for the yellow. And the way my ass sucked the yellow one in you’d have thought it was hungry! Every little bump in the road sent a shock from my ass to my clit. But walking into work was the rude awakening of how into school I had been. I walked into the office and had a Christmas card on my desk.

Friday was Christmas!… and I didn’t realize it was here. I mean I had seen the ads, and I had been putting dates on paperwork… but it just went by without noticing it. We hadn’t done anything with the apartment, I hadn’t gotten either of them a Christmas present…

I took the rest of the day off, but when I got to my car I just sat there. We had been seeing each other for a while, and we had talked about any number of things, but for the life of me I was behaving like a man… I had no clue what to get him for Christmas… and with only two days to go.

I drove up to his work, parking around the corner. Only the pot holes reminded me of my yellow plug in my ass. When I walked around the corner the arcade was decorated with big strands of garland and giant snowflakes… He knew it was Christmas, he had decorated the arcade, but I hadn’t done anything with the apartment… I thought about Christmas dinner… but ankara escort I can’t cook! I can make a cake or something like that, but beyond scrambling eggs and frying bacon I’m lost!

I just sat down on the bench crying. I don’t usually bawl, but it just came out, head in hands sobbing. Our first Christmas and I was going to ruin it!…

“It can’t be all that bad…” I heard from beside me.

I looked up and he was sitting there smiling at me. I just put my head on his shoulder and kept right on bawling, a sniveling shaking girl bawling on his shoulder…

I was still sniveling and sobbing when he got me up and into the arcade. He sat me down at one of the little tables and got me a cup of hot chocolate… he remembered I wasn’t a coffee drinker! And I couldn’t remember Christmas!

“So what’s all that bad?”

I looked up at him smiling at me. I probably looked like shit. What little makeup I wore was probably running down my chin, eyes all puffy and blood shot from crying… and he was smiling at me.

He cupped my chin, gave me a light kiss, and said, “Come on, fess up…”

I looked at him, my lip trembling…”I forgot Christmas…”

He looked at me for a few seconds, then broke into a grin. “That’s supposed to be my line…” and pulled me in for a hug.

I wrapped my arms around him, hanging on for dear life.

“gotta breath…” I heard him whisper.

I let him loose… a little… “Sorry.”

“It’s OK, no broken bones this time…”

I pulled back a bit more and gave him a light slap on the shoulder. “Not funny..”

He smiled at me…”Maybe a little…” and chuckled.

I had to chuckle back, “OK, maybe a little. But what are we going to do?”

“Well I know the blond picked up a few things to heat up for us. She has to work tonight, but then is off until Monday night. I got an extra string of lights left over from decorating the store, so I thought the three of us would go out and rescue one of the last remaining trees tomorrow before I come in to work.”

“But I didn’t get you or her anything… not even a card…”

“And I didn’t get you guys anything either, well kinda…”

“What did you do?…”

“Nothing spectacular. I got us something to share, all three of us. Just something for our first Christmas together.

“What is it?”

“It’s a Christmas surprise… but I think you guys will like it. If not it wasn’t that expensive, just something I spotted.”

“You’re not going to tell me are you…”

“Nope! Now since the second shift tech is here, let’s go home.”

He followed me home, I was grinning a bit now at the feeling of the plug in my ass moving as I drove. This might work out after all! Sure enough, there in the bottom of the frig was a pre-cooked ham, two pies and two huge containers of whipped cream. A bag of potatoes and another of dinner rolls was on the counter.

“Satisfied?”

All I could do was turn to him and nod, anything more and I was going to ball again.

“OK, now how about we get my raccoon in the shower and clean her up?”

I gasped and dashed to the bathroom, oh god I looked terrible. Mascara running down my cheeks, everything all smudged and running. “How could you let me run around like this?!”

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the tip of my nose, probably the only place I had rubbed all the makeup off. “Because I was bringing you home…”

I let him undress me. Even as bad I I knew I looked, he gave me a warm feeling the way he undressed me. Caressing and kissing the parts he uncovered. God the way he makes me feel when he looks at me. Just barely touching me and I want to jump his bones!

“DAMN girl, you weren’t kidding about those were you?”

“HUH?” he tapped the plug in my ass sending tremors all the way to my pussy. SHIT! I only had a week to go before I wanted to be ready for his cock in me. I was going to walk across the stage for graduation ceremonies with his cum sloshing in my ass!

“Oh, I forgot it was there…” I bent over, my ass to him. “Care to assist?”

He just grinned, dropped to his knees, spun me around to face him and lifted my foot up to the toilet lid. Not quite what I was expecting, but then he dived into my pussy and began playing with the plug in my ass. Turning and tugging on it while he was trying to inhale my clit. I fell back against the wall, and then slid down in a very un-lady like manner holding his face in my pussy while screaming my head off…

He kept me going for I don’t know how long. Tugging and pushing on the plug while he feasted on my pussy. Then the asshole stopped… I mean stopped cold! Popped the plug out of my ass and just sat back staring at my dribbling pussy. How dare he do that! I grabbed his head and pulled him back to my pussy… WRONG MOVE!

He dived back to my clit all right, about the same time he slid two fingers in my pussy and played my g-spot like a master… how I managed to stay sitting on the toilet I have NO idea. escort ankara Then again he did have his finger up me keeping me in place… god I love it when he does that…

I cracked my eyes to see him licking my juices from his fingers with a grin. “You just wait mister, I’ll get you yet…”

He sat up and leaned over me to kiss me, his face covered in my juices. “Anytime gorgeous…”

He did manage to get me standing and into the shower. It was kind of nice to have the room to play and cuddle, even if I did enjoy the slut sandwich. ‘grin’

So here we were, still damp from the shower, the night before Christmas Eve, having our gourmet dinner naked in the living room… baloney sandwiches, cottage cheese, and potato chips…but we were together…

Christmas Eve day… we woke alone… no blond…in bed with us anyway. I could smell bacon… and she KNEW he would wake up and go hunting that smell! I turned in time to see him opening his eyes. “BACON!”

He rolled out of bed and stuck his head through the door, followed by the rest of him… I wasn’t getting laid this morning! But the smell of bacon was getting me hungry too.

I had to laugh, there he was in his birthday suit trying to steal bacon from the plate while poking her in the ass with his hard on… and she was fully dressed!

I came up behind her plastering myself against her. “You’re over dressed…” I whispered in her ear as I groped her tits through her sweater.

“Uh uh, we have tree shopping to do before he has to go in to work.”

I turned to him, “You have to work on Christmas Eve?”

“We’re all taking half shifts. I have noon to four…”

I did remember him saying something about that while I was crying my eyes out. “Well then we better get moving…” we ate quick, bundled up, and headed out the door. I was even able to make a quick pit stop while they were out in the living room to slip my blue plug in. it went in so easily I almost went for the yellow, but there wasn’t time…

If I didn’t know better I would have thought he was hitting every bump he could to jostle my plug. But even if he didn’t it was still a wonderful feeling…

We went by four lots before we found one still open, even if the pickings were slim. We found a small one, only five feet tall, but it was nicely shaped, and only had a small bare spot. They also had one box of small gold decorations left, so with that and a tree stand we were set, and it was being run by a nice charity, so we even left a nice tip in the kettle.

He barely got it re-cut and in the stand before he had to leave for work, leaving us to do the decorating.

We were decorating and goofing around as usual, when the blond grinned and hooked two of the ornaments in her sweater… at the tip of her bra like they were in her nipples!

“Oh I can beat that!”

I stripped my clothes off, grabbed two of the ornaments, tightened the hooks, and hooked them around my nipples. “Ta da!” and gave them a little shake.

“Oh that is just HOT!” she pealed her clothes off almost as quick and hung decorations on her nipples as well. She turned to look at her reflection in the patio door, then at me. “I’d say I know what we should give him for Christmas… but he’d be getting it even if it wasn’t Christmas…”

I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss, the decorations on our nipples coming together with a slight ‘tink’ and some nice vibrations in my nipples! We decorated the rest of the apartment that way…

As we were decorating I liked the feeling of the ornaments on my nipples, and it was beginning to make me horny. Then I saw the glint of the blue plug in my ass and I just had to do it. I ran to the bathroom while she was still hanging lights and slipped the blue plug out. Pressing the yellow to my ass I was in a bit of a hurry and hadn’t applied any extra lube. Mmmmm, feeling it push in on my ass istead of slide, stretching me, filling me, getting the bulge just in me and working it back and forth a bit. I was getting close when the blond hollered out for help. I inhaled to holler back and my ass sucked that plug in making me squeak when I answered her. The interesting part would be when I was able to take the green…and clean myself for him!

That was part of what the rep and I talked about too. I’d only had an enema twice before, once as a kid and once in high school for a doctors exam.

I remember it was a weird feeling with the water filling me. But the rep said if I really wanted to get my ass fucked right, it was something I had to do. To be able to have him in my ass without a rubber…to feel his cum in my ass as I walked… I wanted to walk down the runway at graduation with him still in me…

I looked at the green plug…damn that thing was huge. As big if not a bit bigger than him, but if I could take that, then I could take him…

The thought of a cock in my ass again gave me the shivers. The last time I had one in my ass was back in high school. We were out at the ankara escort bayan park after the game… he convinced me that it would be better if we did it that way so I wouldn’t get pregnant… we didn’t have the arm implants like we do now.

He got me all hot and bothered, nibbling on my nipples, playing with my pussy…AND NIBBLING ON MY EAR LOBE! I didn’t know I could get that wound up! He slid into my pussy a few times to wet his cock, and then pressed against my ass, still saying it would be good.

I was face down in the back seat, and all I knew was I wanted him in me after he had nibbled on my ear lopbe… he pressed against my ass, and it wasn’t bad, but when he pushed his cock in me it hurt like a son of a bitch. He took my screams for pleasure and gave me a few strokes to make it worse. The only good part was we were young and he popped in me after only four strokes.

Once I managed to get him off me I shoved him out the door, good thing I insisted on taking my parents car. I managed to drive over to my best friends place…that is when I discovered women.

I cried and we hugged, I cried some more… and then she kissed me and told me everything would be OK. All of a sudden I was hugging her and we were rolling around hugging and groping…and kissing…and kissing…damn that woman could kiss. And a whole lot more… I learned a lot that evening, and several evenings over the next few months. The differences between making love with a woman instead of a man. Knowing just how to lick and play with my pussy. The tender kisses on my nipples and tits, or just how to bite at the tips of my nipples. The sensation of laying on her with her tits in mine, feeling her nipples poking right back into mine… The heat of her pussy against mine…

What was wild was no one said a thing about my staying over at her house… we spent many a night exploring each other…the only good thing that came out of that night…and I don’t even remember his name!

A pinch from the blond got me out of my daze, and we finished the decorating. She popped half of the ham in the oven to warm. We peeled potatoes and had everything ready when he came in the door.

“Something smells good in here…” We came out of the kitchen, shaking the decorations on our nipples. He held out his arms to us, “And looks delicious…” He ran a hand down our hips to squeeze our ass cheeks as he gave each of us a kiss.

We pushed him to the bathroom, “Go rinse off, then we can eat.” I followed him in and ‘assisted’ in getting him undressed. He reached for my new jewelry, but I swatted his hand away, “Later, I’m hungry… for FOOD!” but I did give his cock a squeeze, turned to show him the plug in my ass, and went back to the kitchen.

He came out nice and damp, smelling like my guy…his plate was set across from us, and we just happened to be sitting cross legged… wonder why?

I looked at the blond and my guy, “So how do we do Christmas? Since we all planned so far ahead…”

My guy raised an eyebrow at me, but didn’t say anything about my forgetting. “Well when I was with someone, we usually waited until Christmas morning.”

The blond was next, “We had a big family, and we were spread out. Usually it was one weekend at one grandparents, another weekend at the other. We opened one present Christmas Eve before we went to bed, and everything else Christmas morning. What about you?”

“A lot depended on who was working when, but usually it was Christmas morning.” I turned to the blond. “So when are you going to visit family this year…”

“Um, they’re all out east. I hadn’t planned on making the trip this year. I thought…” She looked back and forth between us.

I put an arm around her and pulled her close. “We’re all together this Christmas.” and gave her a quick peck before diving back into my ham. She looked over at my guy, and he nodded at her making her smile.

He grabbed the remote and pulled up a Christmas channel, and we listened to some nice music while we ate, not a word being said.

“OK,” the blond hopped up, “Desert time!” she took our plates, and reappeared with pumpkin pie and whipped cream.

She went to put his plate in front of him, and he took her hand and set all three plates on his side. “Sit with me…”

We shifted over, and were going to start in on the pie when he looked back and forth between us. He took each of our hands in his, “We could be eating TV dinners with plastic silverware in a dinky run down apartment and this is still the best Christmas I can ever remember.” He kissed the back of our hands and then picked up his fork and began eating.

My eyes were tearing, and the blonds were too. We leaned over and gave him a kiss at the same time. “me too” I whispered.

The blond got a grin, “me three!” she held the smile for a second then burst out laughing. We couldn’t contain it and all of us were laughing and hugging.

“So when do we do the present thing?” I asked.

The blond froze, “I didn’t…”

“I didn’t either…but he did…”

We looked at him, and I thrust my chest out and jiggled my Christmas jewelry.

The blond smiled, thrust her chest out and jiggled her jewelry as well. “What did you do?” she said.

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“Jim. Jim. Are you awake?”

I was lying in my bed, flat on my back, with my arm draped across my eyes to block the sun that was pouring in through the light fabric of the curtains. “I am now,” I said with a croaky voice. I didn’t need to open my eyes; the voice was clearly my sister-in-law, Roxy.

“It’s Wednesday,” she said in a perky voice.

“I’ll alert the media.” I was not amused. “Go away and let me sleep. You know I worked a double last night.” November in Memphis was both heaven and hell for a FedEx package sorter. I typically worked the middle shift, that is to say 4:00 PM to midnight, but during the pre-Christmas rush to get packages shipped to loved ones around the world, business really picked up in November. FedEx hired a lot of temporary sorters, but they also allowed regular employees, like me, to work extra shifts at time and a half wages. The extra money was always nice, but 4:00 PM to 8:00 AM was a really long shift. I was dead tired.

“You promised to help me move today.” This was a new voice. There were now at least two young women in my bedroom to whom I was not married. I moved my arm slightly, and opened my left eye. Standing next to Roxy was her best friend Becka.

I had married Roxy’s older sister, Jen when I was 21 and she was 23. Jen and Roxy came from a difficult family situation; their Dad was a functional alcoholic, which means he stayed sober all day at work, and then got drunk every night when he got home. Their Mom was weak and took their father’s abuse in spades. We kept a careful eye on Roxy to ensure that his abuse never fell on her. It was an uneasy equilibrium until their Dad got fired, and then he stayed drunk 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Roxy was 8 years younger than Jen, and at 15-years-old, she didn’t stand a chance. One day Jen and I simply showed up at their house in Smyrna, TN and moved Roxy out of their parents’ home and into ours, three hours away in Memphis. Her parents certainly didn’t care; it was one less mouth to feed.

Roxy had lived with Jen and me for the last 5 years. I won’t say we were the best guardians in the world, but we tried hard. I had watched Roxy grow from a pretty little teenage nerd to a beautiful, smart 20-year-old woman. On my salary alone, we bought a small 3-bedroom, 1-bathroom house on Allison Ave. in a quiet working-class neighborhood. We used Jen’s salary as a waitress for all of our living expenses. Things were a little tough now because their Dad had been admitted to the hospital with end-stage liver failure. It could be weeks, or it could be months, but the outcome was clear; their Dad would be dead soon. Jen had moved in with her mother to help out and planned to stay with her until after the funeral, whenever that would be.

“I did?” I groaned, eyeing the two beauties with a very bloodshot left eye.

“You did!” they responded in unison.

I moved my arm from my face and opened the other eye. Roxy was nothing like her sister. Jen was all woman, very curvy with large breasts that sagged a little too much even at 28-years-old, a narrow waist, and a big butt. Jen had run cross country in high school, so she wasn’t fat, but she was definitely a bigger woman than her sister, and she knew that with her curves she would always be at risk for gaining weight as she aged. Roxy was small and athletic, and showed no signs of ever having to worry about her diet. She had been a gymnast in high school. Like her sister, Roxy had blond hair, green eyes, a very narrow waist, and the same large hips, but with a smaller, toner ass. Unlike her sister, she had small, perky breasts. Her legs were powerful and shapely. I enjoyed summer around my house when she would wear shorts and tank-top shirts, often without a bra.

Roxy’s friend Becka had a body closer to Jen’s. She was taller than Roxy with a lot more curves. She had dark hair that she wore long, extending to about the middle of her back. A lot of the time she would wear a baseball cap with her hair in a ponytail pulled through the hole in the back of the hat. Her breasts were larger than Roxy’s but not huge. I imagined they looked pretty good when unencumbered by pesky clothing. She had a really nice, very full heart-shaped ass as well. The only thing that kept Becka from being beautiful was that her face was round. She was far from ugly, and any man would have been proud to have her on his arm, but her round face clearly put her into the cute category and not in the beautiful category. Her smile and personality were infectious.

“What time is it?” My voice was a little less croaky than before.

“Ten. Time to get up.”

“How about two more hours of sleep? Please.” I moved my arm back across my face. “I only got to bed at nine.”

“Becka needs to be out of her apartment by three this afternoon. She has a lot of stuff to move. And, aren’t you working four to midnight tonight?”

“Shit. I am.” I rolled over onto my stomach and covered my head with Jen’s pillow. Suddenly, I felt a huge draft as one of the girls ripped ankara escort the covers off of my body accompanied by a shrill, “Do it quick just like a Band-Aid!”

I heard Becka say, “Oh!” followed quickly by Roxy’s “Oops.” I was naked under the covers. The girls were now exposed to my naked butt and I could not have cared less. I looked good for 26, getting plenty of exercise in my very physical job. I felt one of them slap me on my butt. Whoever had slapped me left her hand where it landed on my right butt cheek. The pillow was ripped from my head. “Get up!” The voice was Roxy’s, although I had no clue who was feeling up my ass. I was so tired that I just didn’t care.

Fuck me! These two were not going to let me sleep. “Okay. Okay!” I said with a little more force than I intended. “I’m up. Go fix coffee: black, dark, ridiculously strong coffee.” I started rolling over, still exposed to the girls. They shrieked and ran out of my bedroom giggling.

The house, built in the mid-1950s, had a single bathroom with a tub/shower combination. The previous owners had installed a sliding glass shower door with textured glass. It was not uncommon for Jen and Roxy to pop their heads into the bathroom while I was in the shower. Of course, I was married to Jen, so that was normal; as a young couple we often showered together. But, with Roxy, it was a way for her to test the boundaries of our relationship and for her to flirt with her older “brother.” Jen and I had discussed it, and neither of us felt it was anything to worry about. Jen was okay with it as long as I was not embarrassed. I told her, “Baby, as a guy, I’d walk around the house naked all day if you’d let me.” She didn’t.

I set the water as hot as I could stand it and stepped into the shower. Damn did that feel good. After several minutes of just standing there letting the steaming water cascade over my head and shoulders, I was starting to feel a little more human. I might just be able to pull off moving Becka and then working another 8-hour shift on 1-hour of sleep. I had just applied shampoo to my head when I heard the door open.

“Hey, do you want me to make you some breakfast?” Roxy asked.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Eggs and sausage sound okay.”

“Sure. Whatever is easiest for you is fine, just as long as there is coffee.”

“I’ve got the coffee going,” said Becka.

Just how many people are in here? I finally got the shampoo out of my eyes and I looked through the textured glass. Roxy had closed the lid to the toilet and was sitting there with her legs crossed like she was waiting on the bus. Becka was leaning against the closed bathroom door. Apparently, it was a party. I grabbed the soap and began to lather up. I noticed with slight apprehension that my penis began to swell just a bit when I lathered up down below. “What are ya’ll doing in here?”

Roxy said, “Oh, sorry, do you want us to leave?” Becka giggled.

“Ladies, as much as I’m enjoying this little tête-à-tête we’re having here, I’ve been bathing myself since I was five or so. I’ve got this.”

“Okay,” Roxy said like it was the most unreasonable request she’d ever gotten. They departed and I heard them whispering to themselves as they left, although the shower drowned out what they were saying.

I toweled off, wrapped the towel around my waist and headed off to my bedroom to dress. I knew it was likely to be a cool autumn day, so I dressed in jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt that read “Memphis Tigers” on the front. When I got to the small kitchen, Roxy had poured me a big travel mug of coffee and was just plating the scrambled eggs next to two sausage links that she had heated up in the microwave.

Roxy mocked me by saying, “Breakfast for our big strong moving man.” Becka drew her hands together and put them over her heart and deadpanned, “My hero,” and then she began to bat her eyes at me.

“Fuck you both,” I said smiling at them in spite of my crabby mood.

Becka said, “We couldn’t get that lucky.”

Roxy laughed and slapped her butt. “You’re bad!” she said.

“I’m bad? I’m bad? I’m not the one who was feeling up my brother-in-law’s ass a few minutes ago.”

Now I knew who had slapped me. I shoveled the food into my mouth and said, “Let’s get this over with.”

We piled into my ancient 1988 Toyota pick-up truck with a single bench seat. Roxy sat next to me, and I had to touch her knee every time I shifted gears. I swear she was trying to make it difficult for me, which I would typically have enjoyed, but damn was I in a bad mood. The girls had reserved a trailer at U-Haul for the move. They were told that no one under 25 could rent a trailer, or anything else for that matter from U-Haul, which is the real reason they needed my help on this move.

“Why are you moving, Becka?” I asked.

“My roommate has a new boyfriend and I don’t like him. You’ll get to meet him. He’ll be there. He’s ALWAYS there!”

When we arrived at her apartment complex, we climbed up to the escort ankara second floor. No one ever asks for help moving if they live on the first floor. Her roommate met us in the living room. She was a little chubby, but really quite pretty. She was dressed completely in black, with a black corset that put her ample bosom on display. Her breasts jiggled nicely every time she moved and it was difficult not to stare given that they were served up on a shelf and clearly they were her best asset. I couldn’t believe that they didn’t just pop out under the pressure. She was also wearing a long black coat, black jeans, black gloves that ended at her elbows, and giant black boots that laced all the way up to her knees. Her hair was straight and black, and she was wearing black lipstick and black eye shadow. She was the definition of Goth. To borrow a line from the Pixies song Subbacultcha, “She looked like an erotic vulture.”

Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was a Goth blob. He was fat and likewise dressed completely in black. He sat on the couch the entire time we were moving Becka out of the apartment, including a very awkward moment when I was holding one end of a heavy chest-of-drawers and the girls were holding the other. We stopped at the closed outside door and stood there, staring at him for help. He never got up, nor apologized when I had to set my end of the chest down and open the door. I was willing to let it go, but Becka said as sarcastically as possible, “No, no, no, Geof, don’t get up. Jim can get it.” The blob leered at her, and honestly I wasn’t sure he even got the point. My mood had not improved, and I likely would have killed him had he said anything smart back to her. I’m sure he didn’t realize how lucky he was that day.

By the time we got her moved into her new place and returned the U-Haul, it was 3 o’clock when we got back to the house. I just had time to take a quick shower, change into my uniform, and head to work for another 8-hour shift.

At a little past midnight, I trudged back into the house unconsciously imitating the walking dead. I was surprised to see Roxy and Becka in the living room watching a movie snuggled together under a quilt on the couch. “Why aren’t you at your new place, Becka?”

“I’m happy to see you too, Jim.” She smiled brightly. “I’m still not unpacked, so Roxy said I could sleep here tonight. I hope that’s okay.”

“If it makes you happy, sweetheart, it tickles me pink.” I went back to my room, stripped down to my boxer shorts, and headed to take my third shower in less than 15 hours. The hot water felt amazing on my extremely tired and sore shoulder and back muscles.

I heard the bathroom door open and Roxy yelled in, “Do you want some pizza?”

“No. I’m heading straight to bed.” I was rubbing my shoulders as best I could under the hot water.

“Are you okay? Why are you rubbing your shoulders?”

“I’m just a little sore. I’ll be fine.” I heard the door shut. I looked through the shower door and confirmed that I was alone. I shut off the water, toweled off, and then wrapped the towel around me. When I got to my room, I dropped the towel and climbed under the covers. I don’t remember closing my eyes. I was out.

I woke up and saw sunlight through my closed eyelids. I was aware that I had been sleeping on my stomach, and I wasn’t sure what had awakened me. Then, I felt a pair of slippery hands massaging my right shoulder. “Hmm. Nice,” I moaned. I still had not opened my eyes, but I was pretty sure that I had died and gone to heaven. Then I became aware of a second set up slippery hands working my left shoulder. Now I was sure I was dead; four hands were massaging my aching muscles.

Becka said, “This is your payment for moving me yesterday. Just lay there and relax.” There was absolutely no reason for her to have said that. I had no intention of doing anything but laying there and relaxing. One of the girls pulled the covers down and exposed my entire back to the top of my butt. She began to work my middle and lower back. For girls that had no formal training in massage, they were doing a pretty good job of kneading the soreness out of my muscles. Every once in a while I’d hear someone pump lotion onto their hands, and then return to working my back, shoulders, and arms. After quite a long time, I felt the covers being dragged completely off of me and being thrown onto the floor. I was now completely naked. The girls each took a leg, and worked up from my feet to my butt. Not surprisingly, they didn’t stop there and kept going each massaging one half of my sore ass muscles. I then felt one of the girls dive down between my legs as she started massaging my perineum. No one had ever done that to me, and it felt wonderful. My cock started to swell. I then felt another pair of hands on my scrotum.

“This certainly is a FULL body massage,” I said. “That feels amazing.”

Roxy said, “You earned this, dude.”

Becka followed up quickly with, “I can’t thank you enough for all of your help. You really ankara escort bayan were my hero yesterday.”

The girls working my balls felt great, and I wasn’t about to argue that they shouldn’t keep going. After a few minutes, Roxy said, “Turn over and we’ll get your front.”

I hesitated for several seconds trying to decide if I was going to cross that line with my wife’s baby sister. After all, I was fully erect. I decided. “That’s okay, I’m good. Ya’ll have gotten all of the really sore muscles.”

Becka insisted. “Jim, really, we want to do this for you. Turn over.”

I was a rock. “Thanks, really. I’m good.”

That’s when Roxy stepped up her argument. “Jim, we know you’ve got a hard on. We want you to have a hard on. Becka and I discussed this before we started our massage. We planned this last night. Becka really wants to thank you for all of your help. We know you were exhausted but you still helped. Please let us do this for you.”

“But, Roxy, sweetheart…you’re my baby sister…I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

“Jim, I understand..but I’m not really your sister. And, you have been so sweet to me over the years. I know you don’t think of yourself as a hero or anything, but you really are. You saved me from that drunken asshole of a father and gave me something I never had before: a stable home. You work so hard and never complain. Now, Jen is taking care of Mom and there is no one her taking care of you.” She raised her voice. “For once in your life, please let someone take care of you!”

Now, that was difficult to argue with. I was moved because I had never thought of myself in those terms. I was just doing what was right for my family. I lay there for several more seconds. I took a deep breath, and dove into the deep end of the pool. As I rolled over, I opened my eyes for the first time that morning and discovered that I had been getting a massage from two stark naked 20-year-old ladies. It was the first time I had ever seen Roxy naked. Her breasts were like two triangles: firm peaks rising from her chest that ended in two diamond hard nipples. Her areolas where light pink, almost the color of her skin. She had an amazing flat abdomen, a cute belly button, and her vagina was completely bald. She smiled at me as I took her in for the first time. Becka had much larger breasts than I had thought. Her melon-sized breasts each ended in dark areola that were larger than a fifty cents piece. Her nipples likewise were large and dark like coffee. They looked like a couple of cigar butts. Her dark pubic hair was nicely trimmed and was a strong contrast to her white skin. All I said was, “Very nice,” as I looked from one to the other. It was confirmed; I had died and gone to heaven!

It was a case of torture by pleasure as the girls began to massage my arms and shoulders, then my abdomen, then my feet and legs before they even came close to my fully erect penis. The girls were talking about the pre-cum on the end of my dick like I wasn’t even in the room. Becka said to Roxy, “Have you ever tasted pre-cum?”

Roxy replied, “No. What does it taste like?”

“It’s a little salty, but not too bad. It’s actually kind of sweet.” She wiped her right hand on the sheets and then placed the tip of her forefinger on the large drop of pre-cum. “Here,” she said, holding her finger up for Roxy to taste.

Roxy screwed up her face and said, “I don’t think so.”

With no hesitation at all, Becka said, “It’s your loss,” and she sucked the pre-cum off of her own finger. “Hmm. Good to the last drop.”

The girls then returned their attention to me. Roxy looked me straight in the eyes as she placed her small, well lubricated fingers around my cock. “Jen told me it was nice, but wow…”

I was surprised. “Jen told you about my penis?”

She smiled and said, “Big brother, sisters talk about everything.”

Now that they had finally touched my dick, I thought I might explode on contact. Roxy began to slowly work her fingers up and down my shaft. With Jen out of town and with my hectic work schedule, I had not cum for several weeks and I had a lot of pent up “stress.” On the other hand, I really was enjoying this impromptu ménage-à-trois with my wife’s baby sister and her best friend, and I wanted to make it last. “Roxy,” I said, “if you keep that up, I’m going to cum for sure.”

Roxy and Becka both smiled and Roxy said, “Good. That’s the plan.”

As Roxy quickened her pace, I placed my left hand on Roxy’s leg and I pulled Becka down to lay beside me. I began to knead Becka’s beautiful breasts and lightly stroked her large, dark nipples. She placed her hand on my balls and began to fondle them.

“Oh, that looks like fun,” Roxy said, as she lay down on the other side of me. I quickly began to knead her breasts as well.

My climax was building very quickly and I began to breathe deeply and convulse, curling my toes. I watched Roxy’s small hand run up and down my shaft bringing me ever closer to spilling my seed. Whenever a woman gives me a hand job for the first time, I’m always self-conscious about cumming, and somehow that makes it even more exciting. I could feel that I was beyond the point of no return and I said, “Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”

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A Very Shameful Punishment Ch. 34

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[This story will make more sense if you read the earlier instalments. There’s a lot of severe discipline and a good deal of focus on all bodily functions, so if inclusion of those bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]

I had been settling into my new life in the capital, both at the capital office of Goose Cookers, which I headed, and in my marriage with Annette, who was the Chief of Staff (with rank of General) of the Corrections Service of the Women’s Republic. Yes, my husband Jackson was still living in my flat back in the second-largest city, but he realized that while I was happy to let him stay there in the flat, which was quite spacious, he was not invited to visit me here.

At the office, I found a letter waiting for me from the Dean of the Business School at Capital Women’s University, the leading such institution in the Republic. Her name was Jennifer Kenton and she was inviting me to meet her for lunch later that week. She wanted to discuss my teaching a course for them on leadership.

That did surprise me a little because although I’ve done well as a creative type at Goose Cookers, I wasn’t sure I had yet become much of an expert on leadership. But I figured that this woman undoubtedly knew what she was about, so I sent her an email accepting. We met at the exclusive club where she belonged and where I had been provided with a guest membership based on my being a member back in the second city where Goose Cookers was headquartered.

This had all been arranged for me by Janet, our executive vice president who was my mentor, friend, and occasional bed partner. My main responsibility was to come up with ideas and she took care of everything else. I kept thinking to myself about why Dean Kenton had decided that I was the right person to teach this course.

She met me in the lobby as I entered the club. The Dean looked to be a young 40 or so, with pretty auburn bangs and a smart navy blazer with a subdued khaki skirt. She pulled it off and I was glad she hadn’t adopted the tweedy academic look. I was a bit more subdued that usual in deference to her position. I had on a white jacket and a dark yellow skirt. I guess that wasn’t so subdued.

She summoned the woman at the desk, who promptly greeted her warmly, was introduced to me, and escorted us to a good corner table out of hearing. The waitress came by and I ordered an Arnold Palmer, and she was having a Cosmo. We quickly ordered salads from the menu and then she began to tell me what I had come to hear.

“We’ve observed your amazing work with Goose Cookers,” she began. “And I have only admiration for your ability to build your career after…everything,” she added. “You’re such an example for all of us.”

I hadn’t always regarded my past as all that wonderful. People who kept track of these things would recall that I had been quite notorious. I had been convicted of adultery with a sleazy guy who turned out to be married. Well, actually he wasn’t but we learned about that too late. Too late meaning that this women’s court had sentenced me to a year’s infibulation as punishment for my dalliance. The Women’s Republic could be very stern with those women it regarded as miscreants. In case the word isn’t part of your vocabulary, it means that my cunt was sewn up with small rings for a year and there was just a small opening left for me to pee and have my period. The procedure was reversed after the year was up and after the soreness went away, I had my cunt back.

I hit it off with the Senior Correctional Officer at the court who supervised all of this. We kept in touch even though I had married and moved to the second-largest city. Last year we tied the knot, as women in our Republic can marry one man and one woman. Now I had both.

Not only was the sentence cruel and unusual, but it turned out to be totally wrong. The guy had never married the “wronged” woman and my conviction was thrown out—alas, after I had served my time with a sewn-up cunt. There were efforts made to put thing rights, however. The three judges subjected themselves to severe physical discipline carried out by their Senior Correctional Officer, my wife-to-be, Annette. The woman who brought the charges was punished—not like I was but still… Her lawyer was punished severely, not like I was but still… And my mentor Janet had recently gone about amending the laws so that what happened to me will never happen to another woman, no matter how badly she may have behaved, even if she had done what I was wrongly accused of doing.

Anyway, here I was having lunch with the Dean. We chatted—she was not much older than I am. I realized that I was held in high regard because I was someone who created products. If B School should be about anything—and since I never went, don’t go by me—it’s should be creativity in enterprise. Of course, usually it’s all about manipulatory finance. What was my background? I always could draw. So, I took a B.F.A. in an ordinary art school. No fancy degree for me from Capital Women’s pendik escort University, which should be called the Home of the Networkers.

“You want me to teach a course in leadership?” I asked almost petulantly. The Dean looked nonplussed. I don’t think she was used to people like me questioning her ideas. Well, ideas are me. I come up with them. So, I’ll say when I think one makes sense or not. I figured I really didn’t care if I pissed her off. If she doesn’t want me, she doesn’t want me.

I told her that if she wanted someone to teach a leadership course, Janet was her person. My mentor made our company and has more connections and classmates and friends in high places than anyone you’ve ever heard of. Then I said that maybe she didn’t want this or maybe she hadn’t thought of it, but I would be willing and able to teach a course in how to make creativity work in enterprises. That’s what I do. That’s what my company does. That’s why they pay me, now at least, the big bucks.

She looked up. Here was this asshole, she probably thought, who has some shitty degree from somewhere or other, telling me what kind of courses to provide. I was being set up, however, to be surprised.

“You’re right, Eleanor,” she responded without any show of doubt. “That’s what we want and that’s what you can do for us.”

I could’ve fallen off my chair. That also might have happened because I almost had a huge orgasm. I was blown away. Someone like this dean had listened to what I said!

I smiled at Dean Kenton. I told her that I would be happy to do that. She then said that they were ready to pay me well for my work. I thanked her. I didn’t wave off the bucks. I’m not that rich yet. I’m not yet rich at all.

I took a swig of my Arnold Palmer. I thought about Arnie, peddling Quaker State and Rolling Rock. She took more than a swig from her Cosmo. We dug into our salads. I felt wet from my almost-orgasm. She was smiling her best professional smile. I told her I hoped she’d be happy with what I would do. She assured me that she had total confidence in me. I smiled back—my best unprofessional smile.

****

When I got home, I told Annette what had happened. She loved it.

“Eleanor,” she said coolly, “you’re making it. This is a feather in your cap. And I loved how you led her right down the road you wanted.’

We hugged each other. We’re very physical with each other. Annette is a little older than I am, although not that much. But she’s also a General, yes, a real general with stars on her shoulders and dress uniforms and the whole deal. She likes to let down her hair. I like it when the General takes off her uniform and I get to pull down her panties and take her into bed where we make fantastic endless love together. Life is good.

Next day, at my office, I began to put the course together. Janet telephoned me—we are in touch on a regular schedule—and I told her about my lunch with the dean. She chuckled and just said, “Eleanor, she was my classmate way back when. She realizes what a catch and adornment you would be for her school so she would let you teach whatever you wanted.”

While I guess that was a compliment, it took some of the wind out of my sails, as Janet, who is only the best person I’ve ever known, tends to do because she knows everybody.

This was definitely an approved activity so I could work on it on company time. I called Bev in and told her that I’d appreciate her working up some ideas for a curriculum and a syllabus for me. She gave me a funny look and then I told her that it was o.k. because this was approved by the company—in fact, by Janet—as a project.

****

Everything had gone well over the next few months for Denise and Linda. They continued to hit it off with their immediate boss, MSG Wendy. She gave good reports on their effort to LTC Rachel, who ran the unit, which was where correctional officers who got into trouble were sent for re-education. This whole operation was different from the re-education camps and centers for men. Those were in good part punitive.

The female officers sent to this unit were told that it was to redirect them away from whatever behavior had gotten them sent there. LTC Rachel made it clear to her officers that while the women sent to the unit were to be humiliated as a way of reframing their characters, this was to be done for a purpose: not for sadistic satisfaction.

SSGs Denise and Linda had both worked in both the camps and the centers. They had seen many men respond to their training programs. Many of the men fell in love with them as Denise was a stunning blonde with a classic figure and Linda a dark-haired beauty. Linda was tempestuous and it had gotten her into trouble.

In fact, it had even gotten her sent to this very unit where she now with women who were following in that sorry path. LTC Rachel and MSG Wendy felt she had learned her lesson. Her fine performance over the six months since arrival confirmed their expectations.

LTC Rachel called the two in, with MSG escort pendik Wendy already in the office, and with a smile on her face which more often bore a scowl, she had them sit down on the chairs facing her massive desk. She discussed how the unit had expanded and had been able to move many more problem officers through than it had ever done previously.

“Much of the credit goes to you,” LTC Rachel said. “Now you know that I rely on MSG Wendy, who sets the tone for all the noncoms and sets it brilliantly, I might note. But I’ve kept my eye on both of you and I like what I see. You have good attitudes, and you carry out the necessary humiliation but also look for the good traits, if there are any, for us to seize on to reform these officers.

“So, it is my pleasure to promote both of you to be Sergeants First Class,” LTC Rachel then said with a smile. She handed each of them some papers which were the official promotion notifications.

“I am obviously happy with your work and merely expect you to maintain the same high level from here on,” she then stated.

Then she turned to Wendy. This step surprised Denise and Linda, because they figured that if Wendy were to get promoted, it would not include them as witnesses, given the close relationship, at the working level, between Rachel and Wendy.

“MSG Wendy,” LTC Rachel said calmly but obviously with pleasure, “you have been the mainstay of making this such an excellent unit and keeping it functioning at the high and always improving level. I’ve been able to gain approval all the way up the line so that you are now First Sergeant Wendy.”

Denise and Linda couldn’t help clapping and Wendy smiled as she accepted the papers from Rachel.

“Thanks, Chief,” she remarked to LTC Rachel. “You’ve been my model, even for someone like me who has to work for a living.” She grinned and LTC Rachel let a rare smile escape her lips. “I plan to keep up our morale and our efficiency but also our can-do spirit here.”

The three noncoms thanked their commander again, saluted, and stepped out of the office smartly. When they had returned to their intake room, they found that a half dozen new arrivals were awaiting them.

Denise strode to the podium and introduced herself, Linda, and Wendy, using their rank titles. She told the women, who all seemed to be in their 20s or early 30s that they had screwed up and that had landed them here. She added that they would be embarrassed at times but that if they stuck to the program, they would emerge with cleaned-up records and good prospects.

“Try to do the best you ever have,” she challenged them. “Our chief, LTC Rachel, will write specially to the superior officer of the trainee here who finishes at the top of the group to commend her. That is a prize worth competing for. But you will start at the bottom. You have all been reduced to the rank of Private for the duration of your stay here. If you perform well, you’ll get your rank back and will leave on a high. If you don’t, you’ll be out on your ass.”

She then introduced SFC Linda, who began the training.

“All of you, listen carefully because I don’t repeat,” Linda warned them. “You all will now unbuckle your belts and take off your uniform pants. Then your uniform shirts will come off. I want everyone in bra and panties.”

The stunned trainees did what she said without thinking but it was clear that this first order had taken them by surprise and shocked them.

“Does anyone need to use the toilet?” Linda then asked.

Two of the women, Taylor and Glenda, raised their hands. Linda called them to the front, pointed each to a corner and told them to squat on the pad in each corner.

“Pull down your panties and do your business on those pads,” she then told them. “When you’re finished, roll up the pads and put them in the covered bin over there.”

“You mean we have to squat and go in front of everyone, just like that?” one of the women, Taylor, the taller one, with reddish-blonde hair, asked incredulously.

“Yes, darling,” Linda replied sarcastically and savagely, “you will piss or shit right there just like I told you you could and if you find that objectionable, stay where you are and you’ll wait until we get a break sometime later.”

Glenda moved quickly to the corner, pulled her white standard panties to her knees, squatted, and let out a loud fart as she proceeded to drop a long dark turd on the pad, followed by a hot long stream of piss. Taylor gritted her teeth and did the same, but with her, it was only pee.

“All that guff for just a piss,” Linda declared as the women wiped themselves, pulled up their panties, and returned to their places. “Private Taylor, you will stay back when the others are dismissed.”

There was a clear presence now of fear among the trainees. They knew that Taylor was being disciplined right after they finished and didn’t want to be joining her.

“You will now proceed next door where SSG Barbara will lecture you on following the rules when pendik escort bayan you are dealing with men sent to our facilities where you work,” Linda told them. “You’ve all gotten into trouble because you either were too severe, too lax, or were dumb enough to get into some kind of cozy relationship with one or more men. SSG Barbara is the expert on the rules. Listen to her and she will be there to answer your questions.

“Now I want to see hands,” she went on. “Who is here because they beat up some guy?”

Two hands went up. “OK, that’s Kate and Taylor,” Linda said by way of noting this. “Now, who was getting it on with someone they were there to correct,” she asked them. Two more hands rose. “That’s Glenda and Julie,” Linda stated. Lastly, she asked who had gone too easy on inmates. Nancy and Valerie raised their hands.

“You all know you are fuck-ups,” Linda told them bluntly. “But by the time you leave here, and it will vary depending on how cooperative you are, you’ll have learned how to be a Correctional Officer with the right stuff. You may even get back in the good graces of your superior officer. Were all of you at camps?”

Five of them responded with “Yes, Sergeant” in unison. Then one, Julie, said she had been at a center in a town.

“OK,” Linda snapped, “now all of you move out and follow SFC Denise next door.

She turned to Taylor, who had remained, per Linda’s direction.

“Bend over the desk,” she snapped at the tall trainee. Taylor’s exterior toughness had faded. She was now scared.

“Pull down those panties to your knees and keep your legs spread so that they don’t fall any further,” Linda instructed her.

The trainee did what she was told. Linda picked up her thin cane, lay it on Taylor’s bare bottom, and began to apply strokes that became stronger as she proceeded. Thin tramlines appeared in red on the chalky skin of Taylor’s bottom and she began to moan and then scream after each hard stroke. Linda stopped at ten.

“Pull up your panties,” Linda ordered. “Now go in with the rest and start losing that attitude or you’ll be a very sorry girl.”

After she left, 1SG Wendy came over and patted her softly on her back.

“You were good, Linda,” she said calmly and coolly. “Soon, I’ll let you conduct the next event, where we issue and have them wearing the dork panties.” She was referring to the infamous training panties that the unit had acquired a bit of an underground reputation for making trainees endure. The vinyl panties—always black—had two dorks in the crotch, one to go into the vagina and the other into the anus. Trainees normally wore these for three days and had to come to one of the cadre to be released to perform bodily functions.

Wearing these was required even for women on their periods. If a trainee slipped up or acted out or in any way caused trouble, the sergeants would extend the time the trainee had to wear these torturous panties. This became one of the strongest incentives for the trainees to behave exactly as directed.

After the trainees returned from SSG Barbara’s lecture, 1SG Wendy stepped up and spoke to them about doing what they were told. ‘You’re going to see what happens when you don’t do what you’re told,” she said, always calmly. “You may get the cane or some other implement, like one of you did from SFC Linda just before. And there are other punishments.”

She now had Linda and Denise assist each trainee in putting on the training panties after taking off their white uniform ones. As the trainee pulled up the black vinyl undies, Denise or Linda helped by making sure the two dorks went into the holes they were supposed to.

Each woman suppressed a cry as the dorks penetrated their insides.

“Walk slowly when you have these on, which you will for the next three days,” 1SG Wendy warned them. “If you try to run or do something dumb, it will feel like you’re ripping your cunt out,” she advised.

“You will have to come to us if you need to use the toilet for any reason, including those who are menstruating,” she stated. “We are here for you. We won’t always be happy but one of us is always on duty all night for that. During the day, come to us during breaks. Don’t try to hold it in. You will be in great discomfort if you pee or shit in them.”

Having the panties on quieted the group completely. They were accustomed to being in charge when they disciplined the men who had been sent to the camps or centers for strict retraining. They hadn’t expected this kind of treatment. But they understood that this was a last chance and that they had been given a chance at redemption in the service. The saving grace, not that it was much of one, was that they wore the panties under their uniform skirts. Thus, it was not common knowledge exactly who had them on.

They did everything together. The cadre found that this built up morale. They all were afraid at the beginning to comment to one another about the ferocity of the sergeants. Two or three them tended toward women in their love lives and they got off on imagining themselves in bed with Denise or Linda. They didn’t know that Denise and Linda spent their nighttime in bed with each other, never while at work at the unit but when they were off duty.

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A Tale of Kink Ch. 2

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Harry leaned down and deeply kissed Nadine, tasting his own salty cum upon her pouty lips. He then stepped back slowly and nodded to those who waited behind her. Rough hands then came to loosen the binds, and massage the raw flesh beneath.

Nadine felt herself being lifted, jism dribbling from her ravaged ass and well-used pussy. Righted, she glanced about at the enormous men who started to crowd her once more. Thick, fat cocks in hand.

“Please.” Nadine whimpered, “Fuck me again.” She fell gracefully to the floor on her hands and knees, her beautifully rounded ass stuck high in the air once more for their use. “Please.” Nadine implored, “Ream my tight ass with those magnificent cocks, fuck me till I can’t walk” She waggled that delicious piece of flesh enticingly.

They fell upon her like dogs in heat. Two men knelt behind her, enormous cocks in hand, pulsing in hunger. Bulbous, apple-like heads smearing precum over Nadine’s tight corn hole.

Nadine moaned, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass hard! Oh please!”

The first brute thrust his cock forward, burying it deeply within Nadine’s brown tunnel amid the pain mingled cries of pleasure that fell from Nadine’s lips. The second man rammed his cock in as well, simultaneously. Two mammoth pricks plunging ruthlessly within Nadine’s tender back passage. Dilating her wrinkled little hole, distending it wider and wider as she wiggled and moaned.

Another man slipped beneath Nadine to probe her pussy, sinking his cock to the hilt within her sweet softness as he moaned. Jabbing his hips upward as he fucked her mercilessly, taking turns with the double cocks tearing up her ass.

Harry bent down and attached nipple clamps to Nadine’s oversized cinnamon nipples. So engorged with her lust, even as she bucked and writhed, impaled upon those three impressively sized cocks. At least 10″ long and a good 3″ around. Deliberately piercing Nadine’s ass and cunt.

Harry tightened the clamps till Nadine begged him for mercy. Her words clipped as she was jostled back and forth by the magnitude of those rutting bulls passion.

More men soon joined the fray, rubbing enormous cocks all over Nadine’s body, stuffing three impossibly into her mouth and down her throat. She could barely breath.

Fingers poking up her stretched ass, forcing her brown hole to widen even more as two cocks sawed into her.

The man beneath her produced a gigantic dildo and labored it up into her pussy where his cock was taking its pleasure. The dildo was ribbed and 12″ long, 4″ in girth. Nadine screamed in ecstasy as it penetrated her sopping wet pussy.

“You like this don’t you bitch!?” One man was stroking her clit like a tiny cock.

“Yes!” Nadine screamed.

“You like to have fat cock up your ass, admit it! You need it! You need to be used like the little fuck toy you are”

“Yes. Yes. Yes” Nadine could only whimper her words.

“Beg for more bitch!” The man pounding her ass demanded.

“Fuck me harder! Rape my ass deeper! Oh fuck me please!” Nadine complied.

“Such a hot bitch, begging for more cock. Mm yes, and more cock you shall have too” It was then another cock forced its way up Nadine’s ass, three now in total punching deeply into her bowels. Fucking Nadine like she had never been before.

A second joined the one in her cunt. Jabbing repeatedly into her wet puss, in unison with his pal. Grinding, circling in that dripping hole.

Three cocks pressed between Nadine’s breasts, titty fucking her as tuzla escort the cocks plunged down her throat once more making it impossible for her to speak as they fucked her mouth.

Cocks jabbing in her face, up her nose, in her ears, wrapping themselves in her hair. Spanking her ass with thick, titanic cocks. Nadine was blanketed, not an inch of her was left untouched as they prodded and probed.

Harry picked up the cattle prod and warmed it up. Nadine knew what that soft humming sound was and began to whimper. He then laid the tip of the prod to Nadine’s quivering clit, so swollen and needy. She screamed around the cocks ramming her hot mouth as her body convulsed.

Harry laughed gently. As the cocks pulled from her ass, Harry drove the prod deep, and fucked Nadine with it. Every time he pumped it into her, he released the electric current. This caused Nadine’s back to arch as she keened loudly, even as those three cocks ravaged the back of her throat. Again and again, Harry fucked her with the prod.

Another man held Nadine’s clit firmly between his two fingers as he began to thread a thin, flexible tube up Nadine’s little pee hole.

Nadine gurgled and mewled. Wiggling and undulating, as she sucked cock and was fucked up the ass and pussy, feeling that tube infiltrating her most sensitive area.

Once the tube was inserted it was pulled out, leaving a thin copper wire within Nadine.

“Be a good girl now Nadine. The fun is about to begin.” He hit a switch which controlled an electric current which ran right up Nadine. She screamed around the cocks in her mouth. Bucking and whining.

The prod was removed as the nozzle of the douche was inserted, ice cold water began to fill Nadine’s ass even as the light electrical current danced up her clit.

Nadine began to cramp immediately, crying around the cock in her mouth. Nadine loved pain, it excited her, made her crave more.

The cocks soon squirted down her throat. Filling her mouth with hot cum even as the chilly water filled her bowels.

As soon as her mouth was free, Nadine began to beg. “Please! Please fuck my ass again! I want more cock!”

They then began to beat her with their oversized cocks, batting at her back. Slapping her face. Harry himself produced a cock the size of which Nadine had never seen. It was gigantic. 14″ long and at least 5″ around, black as night and ribbed. The dildo was impressive, and Nadine hungered for it.

“Harry! Ram that cock up my ass! Please baby! Fuck me hard with it!” Nadine begged.

“Yes whore, oh yes. I’m going to fuck you deep you bitch.” Harry rubbed the huge head of the dildo over Nadine’s already open ass, cum still dribbling from it, lubricating the way.

Without preamble, Harry drove that hunk of plastic hard, right up Nadine’s sweet, tender ass. Once it was buried up to its plastic balls, Harry ground it inside her. Then produced a second of even bigger proportions.

“Harry! Yes, fuck me!” Nadine squealed as that massive cock plowed repeatedly inside of her.

“Nadine, take this cock. Take all of it you cunt. Suck every inch inside your hot tight ass now Nadine! Or I will fuck your ass with a broken bottle!” Harry growled as he strong armed that second dildo up Nadine’s ravaged ass amid her moaning cries.

“HARRY!” Nadine gasped and panted hard as Harry worked that second dildo into her. Reaming her stretched ass, watching as it contracted and pinched, how it opened and trembled around those cocks.

“Good girl Nadine, tuzla escort bayan such a good girl. Now fuck those cocks, ram your sweet ass back against them you whore. Take them all the way up your ass now!” Harry ordered as hands began to pinch Nadine’s nipples.

Nadine bucked her lovely ass back against the plunging cocks, riding them hard. More dildos were brought forth. This time to fill her pussy. First one, then two, then three, till her cunt was dilated with five in all. Punching up deeply within her wet pussy.

One man began to bite Nadine’s nipples, nipping at the tips that protruded from the clamps. Another began to cane her back as she was impaled upon now 7 cocks.

Men stepped forward to make Nadine lick their asses while they squeezed several chocolate logs, and then to lick them clean. They urinated in her face, while she tunneled with her tongue, licking all she could reach clean. Her face dripping with their golden offering, running in a stream down over her swollen nipples.

Nadine loved every second of it, being used, being fucked so completely. No hole left unbaptised, no inch of her untouched.

“Time for some more fun bitch” They hoisted her up in a sling, suspended by the ceiling. Arms and legs hanging down, her ass exposed, her tits peeking through the straps. The two massive dildos protruding from her ass, and the five from her cunt still.

A wrestler of a man closed in upon Nadine, a willow branch in hand, probably cut from their very own tree out back.

A ball gag was stuffed into Nadine’s mouth to keep her from screaming too loudly and the whipping commenced. The whip-like tail of the branch sailed through the air to bit into Nadine’s flesh, marring the satiny surface with large, angry looking welts.

Nadine writhed and jerked in the sling, even as Harry continued to ravage her sweet pucker with those HUGE black dildos, ramming them forcefully in every time the willow branch hit home.

They then began to whip her pussy as Nadine danced in pain. Her poor clit the target as the tip of that branch kissed her little pearl with the gift of pain. Each lash of the whip coaxed shrieks of pain and pleasure from Nadine.

Two men stepped forward with a bowl of ice and a lit candle, rubbing her ass, once Harry removed the dildos with ice, while the douche’s water dribbled out slowly. They then stuck several large cubes inside Nadine’s stretched hole and then inserted the end of the lit candle to use as a plug to stem the waters flow. As the ice melted, Nadine’s ass contracted, sucking the candle deeper as she gasped. Soon the flame was licking at Nadine’s tight ass, even as the water continued to dribble out. She screamed and flailed, till the water eventually extinguished the flame, but not until it had scalded her sweet back passage. The melted wax having formed a nice mold of her entrance.

“You love this, don’t you, you cunt?” Harry pulled the wax free and allowed the water to flow down Nadine’s legs as her ass twitched and convulsed. The water soothing the burned flesh as Nadine cried out her pleasure.

“Yes! Fuck me more!”

Harry complied, ordering the men to line up and by sixes, fuck his wife. Two to a hole. Two fat cocks raping her ravished ass, two enormous cocks fucking her sodden pussy, two meaty cocks plunging down her throat. Each man once he had filled Nadine with hot, sticky cum, got back in line to have a go at another hole. Nadine was subjected for literally hours of cock sucking and fucking. Being taken escort tuzla two cocks at a time in every orifice she possessed.

Nadine writhed and bucked, fucking the cocks in her ass and mouth as she rocked the sling. Her body gliding forward and back in time to the lusty thrusts of the men before and behind her. Cocks filling her deeply, lining her belly and folds with cum. Warm and thick. Over and over again.

Men beneath her, tickling her clit with their tongues. Fingers pinching and fondling. Exploring her body completely. Forcing her to beg endlessly for more.

“Yes! More! Fuck me deeper! Harder! Fill me with your cum! More!! More!” Nadine was a wanton creature, driven by her lust, her need for cock. She basked in each cocks girth, its length. These men were so well endowed. Cocks the like of which she had never seen before. Black cocks, brown ones, all fat and meaty, long with swollen heads.

Harry sat on the floor, once every man had fucked Nadine three times. Once in her mouth, up her ass and in her pussy. His cock was rigid, needy. He sat cross legged, his pole at attention, pointed skyward.

Nadine was righted in her sling, her legs drawn up to her chest. Her ass pointed downward, aimed over Harry’s throbbing cock.

Men grabbed the sling and lowered it, till Nadine’s cunt swallowed Harry’s cock whole. Then bounced the sling so Nadine would slither her sweet pussy up and down Harry’s trembling cock. Another man sat facing Harry, his cock too was hard as steel, pointed up as his hands joined Harry’s at Nadine’s hips. Pistoning her sweet flesh up and down their massive shafts. Fucking her mercilessly to the tune of their grunting moans.

Nadine relished every downward swing of that sling, for it brought penetration, driving those cocks deep inside her. Filling her deeply.

Harry then lit another candle and positioned it in front of his cock. So every time Nadine swung down the flame licked at her clit.

Nadine cooed and creamed around those massive cocks, thrusting up into her tender folds, reaming her sweet tight ass. The flame scorching her little clitty.

The willow branch returned to whip across her ample breasts, tickling her nipples with every stroke, causing them to harden to attention as Nadine cried.

Every nerve in her body was awake and dancing in sensual pleasure, she had been taken to the brink so many times and refused the reward of release. But now it seemed eminent.

Nadine thrashed as her orgasm fast approached, the men now all lined up in a circle around her and began to beat their cocks. Fingers frantically pumping thick fat cocks, all aimed at Nadine’s bouncing form. The slick sound of palms gliding up and down, of Nadine’s pussy sucking cock deeper, her cum soaked ass being ravished by yet another cock.

Cocks in the circle began to tremble, even as Harry’s grunts became louder. More fierce his thrusts became, more animalistic. Pounding his cock deep into Nadine, even as the man opposite him did the same. The stroking ring increased the pace, pulling more insistently upon their meaty cocks. Precum bubbling wetly upon the heads in time to the sighing moans of pleasure.

A crescendo of cum began shooting from quivering cocks, trembling in hand. Long wails of release as each shot a thick coating of cum all over Nadine. At the same time Harry and the other came inside her, filling her hot tunnels with even more cum.

Nadine screamed as she too began to shoot. Squirting her cum over the men below her.

Cum in her hair, dribbling down her face, dripping from her breasts. Oozing from her pussy and ass. She sighed deeply sated and whispered to Harry.

“Are we done now?”

Harry whispered back, “Not even.”

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A Story for Tammy

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This was originally a story I wrote for an email friend at his/her request. She/He has graciously allowed me to post this to this site. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent 😉

DIALOGUE FOUND BETWEEN ASTERISKS INDICATE THOUGHTS.

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I was walking through the mall and I just caught her out of the corner of my eye. She was Asian, around 5′ 7″, 130 lbs., long luscious legs, and a nice round ass that that was barely covered by her miniskirt. Of course, I got caught staring. I must have turned about three shades of red.

She smiled slightly and bit her lower lip. She didn’t look away immediately, but gave me a bit of “The Stare”. The blood rushed away from my face and a more southern region of my body as I watched her turn away from me.

She sauntered away in her high heels and I watched her ass as she swayed further and further away.

I found myself following her. I got close enough to smell her perfume, she smelled sweet and clean. My eyes kept sliding down her neck to her ass and down to her legs.

I’m not usually one to stalk random woman… but there was something about her…

I followed her into a store and I stared into the window as she went by to catch a better look at her. I could have sworn she was looking at me as I followed her in. She walked deep into the store and towards a relatively empty department. She turned a corner and when I followed I was greeted by her bent at the waist picking something up off the ground. She looked back at me from around her legs and winked!

I’m sure I looked shocked but she smiled slyly and slowly rose up. She turned and slowly walked towards me. Her hips and legs drew my attention… I couldn’t look away as she got closer and closer. I looked up and she was staring right into my eyes.

I could feel the heat of her body as she reached out and took my hand. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Come here… I’d like a man’s opinion on something.”

I followed her in a stupor… she led me into a dressing room and closed the door behind us. She faced the mirror and showed me a black spaghetti strap dress.

She looked into my eyes in the mirror. “Would you mind giving me a hand with the zipper?” My eyes never left hers as my fingers brushed against her neck to the zipper of her dress. I slid it down slowly… My breath started coming a little faster and I noticed her face was slightly flushed.

My fingers slid inside the back of her dress and she backed into me moaning slightly… “Mmmmmmm”.

“My God you’re beautiful.” I moaned as I felt her slowly grind her ass back against my crotch. I kissed her neck, inhaling her perfume. My cock lurched in my pants. I slid the dress off of her and she stepped out of it. Her skin was smooth, pale and oh so warm.

I looked in the mirror… her eyes were locked on mine. “I hope you’re not disappointed…” as her eyes slid down to the bulge in her black French-cut panties.

“Oh fuck…” I whispered as I slid my hands around her fingers fluttering over her stomach and drifted them slowly upwards. My cock was hard in my jeans as she ground back against it.

The tip of her cock was just peeking out the top of her waistband. The head glistened like a wet plum. I could barely believe my eyes as I slid one hand under her bra over her nipples. The other slid over the her panty covered cock. I rubbed the silky fabric against her soft yet hard skin. I could feel the material dampen with her excitement. Sliding my fingers over the tip of her cock I slowly circled the head of her shaft.

My fingers tuzla escort were wet with her pre-cum. I pulled my slick fingers away and slid them under her bra wetting her nipples. She wiggled in my arms as I leaned down and kissed her neck. Her lips turned to mine as I kissed her… my tongue slipped over hers.

She turned in my arms… She drew my still wet fingers to her lips, we shared a lick and then she slowly slid her tongue along the side of my fingertip… looking me in the eye the entire time. The tip of my finger resting against her lips as she slowly took it inside her wet hot mouth. My cock jumped in sympathy. She slowly slid her wet lips up and down the length of my finger.

I shuddered as her hand dropped to the waistband of my jeans, unzipping them. My boxer covered cock was pushing its way out from between the zippered opening.

I look in the mirror and saw her sweet ass stretching the fabric of her panties. I reached around her to cup that fine ass… wanting to bury my cock in her so bad… to feel her ass around my pole as I fucked her slowly then picking up speed as our passion increased. For the time being, I looked down and watched as she took my finger all the way to the knuckle and slowly slipped it out of her mouth.

Her tongue lapped at my neck and slowly she slid down my body to between my knees….

I looked down and her pert mouth was pouting as she looked into my eyes and reached up to the waistband of my boxers. As she started to drag them down over my hips she lowered her lips to the front, mouthing the length of my shaft. She just nibbled at it through the material….

She lapped at the wet spot I put in the material, my cock was practically drooling. I could see a small line of fluid connecting her tongue to the tip of my covered cock… and it made me shudder..

She raised up a little and slid the waistband over my cock exposing it. She looked up into my eyes and licked the tip watching my eyes as they closed in pleasure. My toes curled inside my shoes as I felt her lips over the head of my cock again.

My pants were down around my knees and she took my cock in her hand… jacking it slowly then sliding her mouth suddenly all the way down the length…

One hand slid to cup my ass as she sucked. She took me deeply into her warm wet mouth, her tongue slid back and forth over the tip. Getting me so hard my shaft was vibrating…

I slowly started to fuck my cock in and out of her hot mouth. I watched as her lipstick slid off coating the skin of my cock, the cut head slipping inside and then almost all the way out. I sped up my thrusts as she started to suck faster and harder…

Her other hand slid up and down between my asscheeks until one finger rested at my hole. She pressed slightly then relaxed… pressing and relaxing. I tensed up with each push… suddenly, she become more firm and I felt my ass open up to swallow her finger… I felt it filling my hole… stretching it.

Gasping at the sensation, “Oh gawddd…” I felt her worming it around inside me, her finger rubbing against my prostate. “Ohhh fuckkk yesss…” I hissed.

She slid her lips all the way down to the base of my dick… my trimmed pubes tickled her lips… my shaven balls rested against her chin… she swallowed once… twice…

I whispered loudly…. “oh fuck I’m close… I’m so close…”

My hands closed on either side of her sweet face as I could feel my cum start to rise up the length of my cock. My ass grabbed at her finger trying to pull deeper inside me.

My body convulsed once.. twice… finally tuzla escort bayan a fourth time as I felt the shivers pass through my body. My cock spurted and spurted inside her mouth. Her mouth felt so liquid and warm around the head of my cock.

“Ohhh shiitttt honey… you sucked me sooo good…” She slowly let my cock slip out of her mouth… wet, gleaming and still hard as a rock. Her finger glided out of my ass slowly and I missed it even as it was leaving.

I pulled her slowly to her feet and looked down into her eyes. A single drop of cum remained on her lips. I bent forward and licked it from her bottom lip and slid my tongue inside her mouth. I tasted my own cum on her tongue and in her mouth. We shuttled some of my cum back and forth between our mouths. She moaned into my mouth as I felt her grind her hard cock against my thigh. My cock was wet and slippery and hard against her stomach and left a big wet mark against her skin.

I reached behind her, cupping her ass and grinding my thigh against her hot little cock. She moaned and gave me The Stare again. I squeezed her ass gently then slowly pulled away from her. The pre-cum from her cock left a wet mark on my thigh…

I slid my hand down her belly to her cock and felt the head hard and wet under my fingers. The skin was so soft, but so hard beneath it. I slowly slid my fingers down the length to tickle her balls with my fingertips, and felt her sac so full of cream.

My fingers slid between her thighs as I slowly slid down her body. My lips glided down her neck to her shoulders, sucking on the skin there. I heard her coo her approval and slid her bra strap off her shoulder to reveal a nipple. My tongue wrapped around the areola before I took it in my mouth, nibbling it softly before running the flat of my tongue across it.

“Mmmmmm yess,” she purred. I slid all the way down to my knees in front of her with her cock resting against my cheek. I looked up into her eyes and slowly slid my tongue up the entire length of her cock.

I used the flat of my hand and slowly slipped it up her shaft, pressing it gently against her belly, as my tongue slipped up the side. I slowly curled my tongue around the head of her cock, tasting her. My mouth lowered to her balls and slowly I took one then the other into my mouth… letting them fall out wet and slippery. My mouth journeyed back up to her cock… and rounded the ridge of her cock. My lips slowly covered the top of her cock as my tongue tickled her pisshole. My lips parted slowly taking her into my mouth. Her eyes closed and her back arched in pleasure as I took her deep inside my mouth.

Humming as her cock fucked deep inside my mouth. My fingers strove up between her thighs and tickled her balls. One hand slid slowly up her cock and a finger slithered beside her cock and into my mouth. I caressed the tip and head of her with my tongue and fingertip.

“Mmmm sooo fucking good…” Her smooth thighs rested against my shoulders as I pulled my finger out shimmering with my saliva.

I slid my finger slowly across the back of her thighs leaving a warm wet trail leading up between her hot cheeks. I could feel the heat between them build as I slowly cupped her delicious ass and slid my finger up and down between them. I rested my finger against her hole before looking to the right and seeing us in the mirror.

She shivered slightly as she looked over and saw what I was seeing… her hot body slowly rocking back and forth as her cock disappeared and reappeared from between my lips.

My cock swelled and rose up between my thighs escort tuzla its head brushing against her calf as I pumped her cock. I looked up into her eyes with my finger right at her tight little hole. I realized it was still too dry for what I want to do.

I slid my mouth off her hot cock and ran my tongue down her shaft. Her cock began to slowly cooling off. My hot hand covered her slippery hardness gliding up and down the length and rotating my fingers around it as I jacked her to keep the pressure on. I slid my tongue under her balls and slowly slipped it between her thighs. She squatted over me. I looked back to the mirror and could see her hot body over the top of me. Her cock was throbbing in my hand and my head was deep between her thighs and sliding further under her. She squatted lower, spreading her thighs further. My tongue dragged slowly up between her warm, luscious cheeks.

My tongue passed over her hole lubing it slightly. I felt the indent as my tongue passes over it and slowly traveled up and down her crack. I slowly began to circle her hole, I pressed lightly against it and felt her hot tight little ass pussy start to open for me. My tongue slipped inside her hot little ring, I wiggled it deeper inside of her and she wiggled her ass back at me. She began to gasp as it slid even further into her asspussy. I could feel her cock begin to pulse in my hand.

I slipped my tongue out and slid my finger in, her body convulsed as I quickly slid back under her thighs and took her cock into my mouth, just as she started to spurt a huge load that dripped partially from my chin. I held it in my mouth as she continued to fuck my mouth. Her arms were tight on my shoulders to prevent herself from falling over.

Her hot cream filled my mouth. I looked into the mirror and into her eyes which were so glazed with lust. My gaze slid back between her asscheeks as she slid down to her knees in front of me. I bent over and slipped my tongue back into her hot ass. It was still open and wet from my finger as I slowly pushed her cum into her ass pussy.

She moaned “Mmmmm, yess… fuck me… fuck me with that hot tongue…” I slipped it in and out of her ass repeatedly, my cock was hard and dripping. I slid my face away from her ass.

I looked into the mirror to find her on her knees in front of me. Her back arched her and her ass was wiggling with need. I rested my hands on her hip and hissed as she reached between her legs with one hand to grab my cock.

“FUCK MEEEEE…” she whined…

The head of my cock rested against her hot little hole and I watched the mirror as she looked into my eyes.

“God, you’re soo fucking hot,” I moaned.

As she pushes back against me with a sly grin. Her ass spread for me as I slid in partway. She gasped as the head slipped all the way in. My hands stroked her hips and ass as I slowly rode into her. More and more of me slid into her until I rested all the way inside her.

“FUCK ME…. FUCK ME…”

I started to slide in and out with her asspussy milking my cock the entire time. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out. She had gotten me sooo fucking hot… I rode her faster… my thighs slapping against her ass…

“OHHH…. GOD… OH YESSSS…. OH GOD…. I’M CUMMING” she moaned…

her ass clenched on my cock spasmodically… we both gasped as I started to shoot deep inside her….

“OOHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK”

I slammed deep inside her…. my body sweating against hers… bending over her… I watched as a glob of cum drip down from her ass to the ground between us… she turned her head while still keeping me in her ass… her tongue licking my lips… my still-cummy lips kissing her… tongues sliding against each other…

What’s you’re name beautiful… I asked…

Tammy she replied…

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A Remembered Evening Ch. 1

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It was a long flight from Florida to Colorado with one long layover. I was not looking forward to making the trip, but traveling was a necessary part of my job. You would think I would be used to it by now. I was settling into the seat, hooking the seat belt, adjusting headphones for the in flight music when I heard him: “Excuse me, but I think you are in my seat.” I must have looked surprised so he produced his ticket. Sure enough I was sitting in the wrong seat. I should have been one over. “Oh, I am so sorry,” I apologized, unhooking the belt and pulling out the headphone cord. I moved as graciously as one can in the cramped airplane seats to the seat one over. “No problem,” he said and sat down, his turn to adjust himself to the cramped seating. “My name is Michael.”

“Diane. It’s very nice to meet you. How far are you going on this trip?”

“Just to Atlanta,” he replied. Oh well, I thought, at least I’ll have a couple of hours with some one to talk to and no crying, shrieking kids in sight. Might not be a bad flight after all.

Michael was a pretty quite person, reading his paper. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. Not bad looking at all. A big guy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Could be about my age, if I ever admitted to that. I sighed and settled back in the seat, my thoughts turning to my current lover. I squirmed at the thought of our last night together and with good reason. He had administered one butt blistering spanking to me. “I know I won’t see you for two weeks,” he said.

“I want to give you something to remind you of me.” And he did. We had gone out to dinner but neither of us was hungry for food. His hand spent most of dinner between my legs, pushing my panties out of the way so his fingers could explore my most secret area. His touch always made me so wet, something that embarrassed me, but only fed his excitement. He pulled his wet fingers from my very wet area and put one in his mouth, to as he put it, give his tongue a taste of what was to come. “After,” he said, “I take you over my knee and give you something to remember me by.”

Dan and I had been together for over two years and by now spanking had become a big part of our relationship. I never knew he was interested in it until one day shortly into our relationship I had been pouting over some little thing. He had told me to straighten up and behave and I retorted with those famous words: “Oh yeah. What are you going to do? Spank me?”

He looked me straight in my eyes and told me, “I think I will. You are behaving badly and need to be disciplined soundly for it.” I was too amazed to do anything and the next thing I knew I was over his knee, ass in the air, getting smacked. He only smacked a few times and stopped. I was getting ready to stand up and really let him have it when bursa escort he pulled my skirt up exposing my behind covered only by a thong. He then resumed administering the spanking on my pretty much-bared ass. I was starting to wiggle and squirm as it was beginning to hurt but he just increased the smacks till they were quite painful and my ass was on fire. I had never been over anyone’s knee in my life and was taken back by this action. He stopped and left me laying over his knees rubbing my flaming ass.

I opened my mouth to tell him what I thought of what he had just done to me when his fingers slid down between my legs, pushing the thong aside to find my pussy very wet. He easily inserted one finger and then a second one into me. I was confused with this reaction. On one hand my ass was hurting like crazy but on the other hand I was obviously so turned on my pussy was dripping. He could tell of my arousal and stood me up. Without a word, he removed my top and skirt, my bra and panties. Not waiting, I began to undress him until all our clothes were in a pile on the floor. Turning me around, he had me lean over with my arms on the bed. He spread my legs and quickly entered me with a forceful thrust. It didn’t take long and the two of us exploded in a mutual orgasm. From that day on, I could count on receiving at least a weekly spanking, some deserved, some not, but always leaving me with a happy pussy and a very sore red ass that had me sitting very gingerly for the next day.

And I was sitting gingerly today also. When I had given Dan the dates of my trip, he just smiled and told me it would be a trip I would remember. He didn’t spank me for the three weeks before my departure date so I knew this night would be a dozy.

For three weeks he would tease me and pat me on the ass telling me how hot my ass was going to be, that I was going to be one well spanked young lady soon, that I would be able to look in the mirror for a few days afterwards and be reminded of his discipline, that he loved the idea that I would be sitting funny for the next day, that he loved looking at my ass all red fresh from the spanking he would give me. He would call me at work to tell me how he was going to take down my panties, leaving my ass totally bare for his hand. After his phone calls I could barely concentrate on what I needed to do. The anticipation was driving me crazy and I was hornier than I had been in a long time.

We quickly finished dinner and headed home. I know my breath was coming quickly and I could feel the familiar tingling letting me know my pussy was already kicking into high gear. When we walked into the house I saw that he had taken the “special” chair and had placed it in the center of the living room, positioning in front of the large mirror on the wall. There was a bursa escort bayan small table next to it with a silk scarf and a leather paddle sitting on it. I looked at him, wondering. He had never used anything but his hand on me and that had been quite effective in leaving an impression on me, along with some blood blisters and bruises.

He put his fingers to my lips. “Shhh. No words,” he said. “I promised you something to remember me by for the next two weeks since I won’t be able to see you or touch you. Now, take off your clothes.” I looked at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Now don’t be misbehaving. I may have to give you extra discipline and you don’t want that, right?” he responded. I shook my head no and slowly began to unzip my dress, pulling it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I had been naked in front of this man so many times, but this time it was different. I was actually feeling a little humiliated and embarrassed. “Now, the bra,” he said. I reached behind and unhooked it freeing my breasts and realizing how turned on I was. My nipples were rock hard and standing up high and proud. “Panties next.” I began to pull my panties down and saw how wet they were. I was getting ready to take my shoes off but he stopped me.

“Stand there and let me look at you,” he commanded. So there I stood, totally naked except for a pair of black high heels for his perusal. He cupped my breasts, squeezing my nipples hard then slid his hands to my ass. “So nice and creamy white. Well, it won’t be when I’m finished. Give me your hands.” I put my hands out in front of me and he took the silk scarf tying them together. “This is to stop you from interfering with your discipline or from reaching back to cover your ass during my administering the discipline.” He placed the strap in my hand.

“Hold onto this till I ask for it.” He sat down in the chair, fully clothed, with me, totally naked over his knee. I could see the mirror and see myself laid out across him, naked, vulnerable and helpless to stop whatever punishment he deemed necessary. He took off his watch and set the timer. Six minutes. Six minutes!! Now I was getting worried. He had never spanked me that long before. I didn’t have to wait long for him to begin. The smacks began and he covered my ass from one side to the other with hard, stinging smacks.

“Oh, so nice and red already,” he said. With that he moved down and continued to cover my thighs with the same hard, stinging smacks as my ass had received. I was crying and pleading for him to stop, the pain becoming unbearable, but he continued with the assault on my tender ass cheeks and thighs. After what seemed like forever, he stopped. I had not heard the timer go off but thankfully he had. I collapsed, my head down, wanting so badly to reach back escort bursa and rub my burning ass and take away some of the pain. “Give me the strap,” he told me.

“No, No, please…..” I began but was quickly cut silent by three sharp slaps. I quickly handed the strap to him, tears rolling down my face. “Only six,” he said. Only six! How was I going to take this but I knew I had no choice but to accept the discipline he was giving. Fortunately with the strap he went pretty easy on me. Then it was over. “Stand up.” I stood up and he turned me around looking at his handiwork. “Some of my best,” he remarked. “But definitely not the last time I’ll use this.” He patted the strap gently in his hand. “Come.”

He led me to our bedroom and laid me on the edge of the bed so that my hips were at the edge. The touch of the bed set a new fire off on my ass but he paid no attention. Kneeling between my legs he spread them wide, exposing all my private area to him. With his fingers he spread my pussy lips open and found my nub already hard and begging for his touch. His tongue began teasing the hard bud, licking and sucking until the pleasure ran through my body causing my brain to explode with fireworks and my pussy to wet his mouth and face.

While I was still returning to earth from the most fabulous climax, he began to remove his clothing, his arousal for me apparent. It was my turn to taste him and I quickly put his large cock in my mouth, using my tongue to run around the head and then up and down the shaft. Cupping his balls in one hand, I used the other to massage what little cock was not fitting into my mouth. He grabbed my head and we fell into a rhythm until I felt his balls tighten, his breathing become rapid. With a loud moan he let a load of hot cum fill my mouth. Taking it all I continued to suck on him as he softened and then returned to hardness in an amazingly short period of time.

He pushed me up on the bed and was between my legs in a flash. I felt the head of his hard cock push open my pussy lips, parting them to make way for all of him. In one forceful thrust he was in, hitting my depths, then back out. Slowly he entered me again, pulling back till we had a fiery dance of passion. The orgasm he had given me with his mouth was nothing compared to the one building now. He fucked me as though this was his last time. His thrusts were forceful, lifting me off the bed and I could feel his orgasm building. Harder and harder he pounded into me until I felt his body shudder and my pussy was filled with his cock and cum. He lay there not wanting to pull away.

My legs wrapped around him, holding him tightly. Finally, he rolled over. We wrapped arms and legs and laid in exhausted bliss. My ass was still on fire and the welts and bruises were becoming evident. He didn’t know he didn’t have to spank me – I would have remembered this night anyway. But, I’m glad he did. I forgot to tell him that in two months I have to go out of town for a couple of days for another meeting. Hope he hasn’t lost that scarf or strap.

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Midnight in the Garden of Eva

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Mid-Knight saddled up on his dark mare and rode off into the dusk, unseen by anyone in the street other than the two cats perched on the porch rail at 213 Penbrook Avenue, which was situated right next to his destination. At 214, Mid-Knight led his horse up to the stairs and through the wall next to the front door.

The home inside was lavish. Midnight was used to this. People who’s lives seemed enviable to others often had struggles and fears that they couldn’t even admit to themselves. That’s where he came in.

The woman in the bed was beautiful, this was nothing unusual and it wasn’t even the first time that Mid-Knight had felt the familiar tug in his armor. But something about this woman was different. She seemed frail, delicate, lyrical. Lyrical? Mid-Knight thought disparagingly at himself. What does that even mean? You have a job to do, stop romanticizing the dreamer. Just because her peachy skin is perfectly complimented by rich brown tendrils that curl around her head is no reason for you to lose yours. Remember what happened to December when he let his cold heart thaw. Do your job sir, do your job and then move on to the next. This one is no different than the million before or the million to come.

Mid-Knight withdrew his sword and touched the tip of it to her pillow. At once, he melted into the inside of her mind. There he saw her in a green glen, leaning down next to a clear pool. She splashed at the water, and her laughter sparked like a diamond. Good Eva, the knight thought, so good but your dreams are not to be pleasant on this night.

The figure on the horse lifted his sword to the sky. All at once, the serene azure sky turned pitch black and a thunderous crack split the air violently. Fat heavy drops of rain fell all around, drenching the thin green dress that Eva had been wearing. The wet material became translucent and clung to her breasts, cradling them without providing any real concealment. Her hair now lay flattened dripping wet, plastered to her soaked skin and clothing. She wrapped her arms around her sodden body, hoping for some measure of warmth and comfort, but finding none she began to tremble from cold and fear. Another bolt of electric blue lit up the sky and Eva looked up to see Mid-Knight astride his mount. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

This is when she stood to run, and the knight charged after her. Fear overtook her, he was inside her mind and he could feel her panic and hear her beating heart. She turned often revealing a face that showed her anguish and terror. The knight new that she was doomed to run, and he was doomed to never catch her, always behind her, always at her heals. This was the first time that he could remember really wanting to catch someone. Not to hurt her, but just to touch her. Mid-knight wanted so badly to feel the soft skin of her face, to caress her shoulder bursa escort to whisper in her ear that everything was ok. He wanted for once to be the hero, the knight-in-shining-armor instead of the shadowy horror in pursuit upon the Knight-Mare, a black horse with eyes of fire and teeth like razor blades.

He chased her for many hours, always in the dark and through the menacing woods. Each mile he chased her, he felt himself wanting her more, wanting something different- to feel human touch to experience human emotion to let his heart melt, and to hell with the consequences. To hell indeed, he tried to remind himself, but to no avail. The punishment for abandoning his duties would be severe. On the other hand, it mattered little, since never once in his career had he caught anyone. The dreams weren’t about being captured, they were about the fear of being chased of being unable to get away of what unknown thing the pursuer could or would do in that uncertain future when you were too tired to run any further. Any moment now, Eva would awake, her heart thumping louder than she had ever remembered, and she would reach for a bedside light, look around and finding herself safe she would calm herself and turn over her pillow before returning to sleep hoping for a better outcome.

Why then was she not waking? It seemed to Mid-Knight that he had never chased a woman so long or so far. And then, the unthinkable happened. As the beauty looked back once again over her shoulder, he foot wedged into a tree root and she fell to the ground.

At once, the knight was upon her. He had to pull his horse away from her, stop her from chewing at his victim’s leg which was quickly bloody. In a dream you can bleed for eternity. You don’t need blood to survive in a dream, not even a nightmare.

Mid-Knight tethered his mare and spoke sharply to her, hoping that she would obey him. He had never ordered her not to attack before, not to taste blood or to continue to draw more. It was clearly something which the mare yearned for, desired. Her eyes flamed at him with anger. How can you go after what you want, and tell me to do without, she seemed to be asking, accusing.

The knight in the black armor gave his mare as stern a look as he could muster and advanced upon the girl in the grass. Her leg was twisted and bloody, he head turned toward him- her eyes wide and filled with tears. Her silent screams seemed to reach his ears. He tried to say, “fear not, for I do not wish to hurt you” but his words came out like the roar of a fire.

He reached out to touch her, to say her name. His hand seemed to burn into her skin. She screamed. Don’t scream, he wanted to say. I only want to love you. I want to rescue you. To save you. But he didn’t recognize his own voice growling ‘you are mine’ in a menacing tone. The woman just continued to try to escape him, clawing at his arms and face. bursa escort bayan He didn’t understand the urge he felt to wrap her beautiful hair around her neck and squeeze it until her breathing ceased.

His cock stirred within, and suddenly his armor disappeared and his body was rippled, hard and naked. He put a strong hand over Eva’s mouth and as she struggled against him he tried to come to terms with the way that thoughts of hurting her aroused him. Why, when he wanted only to show her love did such unloving thoughts seem to fuel him? He felt a desire to do violence to a beautiful young thing. If she were a butterfly, he would not set her free but instead he would rip off her wings and make her twitch in pain for his amusement. What has become of me, he wondered. I was never sadistic before. I was cold and did what I had to with no feeling, but I’ve never enjoyed inflicting pain or fear. Never imagined doing it. Never felt so flushed, so aroused at the idea.

His cock pressed into her leg now. The struggling beauty tried to pull way, tried to bit his arm. He reached out his hand and slapped her, right across the face leaving a red mark where his fingers had lain.

Mid-Knight was suddenly overtaken by he did not know what. He felt himself tearing Eva’s drenched clothing away from her wet skin. The echo of the rending material seemed to reverberate in his ears, in the forest, in the night. He ripped it over and over, many more times than he ever would have needed to if it had been reality instead of a dream. At last, the shreds lay all around her in heaps; more cloth than it would take to make 20 such dresses.

He reached down between her legs and rubbed her. She continued to struggle, but she was wet, oh so wet. Her lips were swollen as if with desire and her screams has changed to moans. She wants you too, he realized, but somehow this only angered him. He tried to push his fingers up inside her but found that she had no opening. It was a trick. This couldn’t be right? She had pussy lips, but no pussy? His throbbing cock was demanding satisfaction. He could feel anger and desire burning within. Her beauty seemed cruel and mocking now and he wanted to hurt her.

He slapped her again, and shoved her roughly, face first, to the ground. Her foot had become unstuck, but she could not get away. He held her tightly, making her cry and her tears formed a river that ran off into the distance. His mare, still tied to a tree, bent her dark head down to drink from the river of tears.

The woman’s ass presented itself to him. It was round and plump and opened in a perfect puckered anus that invited him to take it. She had no pussy, but by god this hussy had an ass. Mid-Knight did not take the time to consider Eva, to think of how she would feel or what she would want. He simply plunged his aching hard on into her asshole, feeling the virgin sphincter escort bursa muscles squeezing tightly around his dick. He clutched her arm desperately, pinching her soft flesh as she cried out from the ache of his attack. He pressed again and again into her flesh in every way he could. She thrash about as he plowed into her ass over and over. She was beautiful and he longed to possess her, hurt her, force her. His job was to administer nightmares and the rape of this beautiful woman’s ass was his dream come true. He wanted her to love him, but he was a monster and she never would. This was the best that he could ever hope for.

After he had fucked her thoroughly, had spread her ass and stretched it out beyond recognition, he blew his load down deep into her crevice and pulled out, watching the oozing liquid leak out onto the ground. He had anally raped the woman of his dreams. He had fucked her ass, and left her gaping and dripping his cum. He wondered what would happen now. Now that he had broken every rule.

Eva lay on the ground, breathing heavily. The sight of her filled him with repulsion, fear, and desire. He wanted her even more now that he had had her once. She turned and looked at him, and for the first time he heard her real voice. “Let the chase begin” and she had twisted away from him and taken off into the woods.

This time he persued her on foot. She ran and as she ran, she seemed to laugh. You’ll never catch me this time, she taunted. But the knight did. He grabbed her arm once again and twisted her around to face him.

She gasped. His face was supremely beautiful. He kissed her, a kiss filled with passion and longing. A tear rolled down her face. “There is only one way that I know to enjoy the pleasure of sex, and that is mixed with pain,” she confessed.

“Whatever turns a rich bitch on,” he told her roughly. He couldn’t believe the way that made him feel. He shoved her down again and fucked her just as roughly as before. Her ass seemed to tighten around him again, giving his throbbing cock a pleasantly constricted fit. He yanked her hair back as he rode her harder than he’d ever rode his steed. Each scream made him more wild with desire, more pulsing with pleasure. He fucked her over and over until he came once again this time over the smooth line of her back.

On the ground, she turned up to face him, her hair spilling around as it had on the bed. “Truly you are the man of my dreams,” she whispered. Her eyes fluttered closed and all around her the forest disappeared. Mid-Knight, dressed once again in black armor stood beside her bed as she lay sleeping.

“I’ll be back,” he promised. Next to him, his mare whinnied softly. He climbed upon her back, gave her a friendly pat and rode off before his lovers eyes could open, or the sun could rise. He couldn’t suffer the thought of her awakening and looking past him unseeing. Perhaps someday he would find a way to leave all this behind, and to become real to her. He knew not how. But it was nice for once- a man in his position so used to being the dream- now he knew what it felt like to have one.

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A Long Night Ahead

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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One day, Ren would have the good sense to not get himself into such sticky situations, but he was yet to learn and would not learn for a long time. The fox chewed the tube in his mouth, strapped into place with a latex strap that went around the back of his head. It was not entirely comfortable, but it was what the tube had been connected to that worried him more than its presence in the first place.

Bound on the bed, he squirmed, eyes wide and staring as he took in his fate. She could have blindfolded him, but something told him that Enora had been a little too eager to push the probe up under his tail when he had opened the much awaited package at the kitchen table. A full e-stim kit, there was something for his shaft and something to ensure his prostate was well abused and his cock milked.

“Easy there, little kit…”

Ren whimpered and squirmed as the plug beneath his tail vibrated, warning him in prelude to a low shock of electricity that set his skin tingling, breath coming shortly and sharply. He wriggled, but there was no escaping Enora as the snake turned up the dial one more notch. His cock throbbed, tail hole clenching around the plug that seemed to grow in size as it sent pulse after pulse into him, driving his shaft on to spend itself in the most erotically unsatisfying orgasm ever.

The fox panted heavily as his cock streamed cum, the flow weak and pitiful in comparison to what he was normally capable of. Rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder — one of the few movements that he was indeed capable of doing — Ren groaned and grunted, hips juddering up as he was milked entirely for her pleasure. And the tube that ran from his muzzle, trapped between his teeth, looped all the way down to his aching shaft, ensuring that every drop of cum he did ejaculate did not go to waste. The salty-strong taste flooded his muzzle and he whined, trying instinctively to lick his lips, although the most he could do was push his tongue helplessly against the tube and the inside of his teeth.

Giggling, the cream and brown patterned snake, whose girlfriend status he was currently reconsidering in light of her avid ‘torture’, ran her fingertips down his front, tracing the lines where his fur matted with sweat around hidden muscle tone. The lingerie she’d chosen barely seemed to cover her at all and left little to the imagination, the pink thong turning her buttocks into a heart shape beneath her serpentine tail and her nipples poking lightly over the top of her demi-cup brassiere. The entire ensemble screamed of eroticism and Ren grunted, bursa escort fingers twitching as they yearned to fondle and grope to his heart’s content.

But that simply wasn’t an option.

The bands wrapped around his cock pulsed, sending a jolt into his hard shaft that had him panting and whimpering, bucking upwards as if he could thrust his way to a more fulfilling ecstasy. It was worse than being milked in the best worst way he could ever have thought of. He could have easily freed himself of the cage around his cock if he had been able to soften, but the electric currents would have to be turned off in order for him to have any chance whatsoever of that.

Of course, there was no chance that he would soften while Enora was having her way with him.

“Oh, little kit, you really shouldn’t have let me get wind of this,” Enora murmured, leaning over him as she cast her eyes over the twitches and jumps in his muscles. “It’s far too much fun and, well, it’s certainly not something we can try out on me now, is it?”

She giggled wickedly, black tongue flicking out from between her lips.

“Or perhaps you’ll have to be a good little kit and see what gear is available for those of the feminine persuasssssion now, won’t you?”

She couldn’t help the pleasured hiss that rolled off her tongue as Ren bucked and moaned through another trickle of cum, the stream near constantly running from the tingling tip of his shaft. The fox’s body trembled through that edge of pleasure that was not quite an orgasm and yet allowed him the product of such, ecstasy never hitting that point that would make lights flash behind his eyes as he howled and thrust for more.

But she could get that pleasure out of him too, if she so chose. He gulped down air, nostrils flaring into tiny semi-circles. Every second that passed seemed to bring a stronger pulse of electricity and he twisted back and forth, the over stimulation sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“How much can you take before you try begging me to stop?” Enora whispered, playing with the little box that controlled the electrical stimulation and how it was delivered. “You think you’re a big, strong fox, but you’re not so tough when you’re being milked now, are you?”

She trailed her fingers along the tube for extra emphasis as the fox was forced to swallow down his own ejaculate over and over again.

“And this is a much better position for you… So let’s see just how far you can be pushed now, shall we?”

Ren would have had something to say about that, but his groan barely made it through the tube-gag before several pulses came in quick succession, both the bands around his shaft and the plug attacking him with sweet dual precision. It should have been painful, but it had long ago crossed the line into pleasure, sensation after sensation piling on. He could barely bursa escort bayan feel the snake’s fingers caressing his fur and pinching his nipples as his cock throbbed, spilling more ejaculate than ever into the tube.

Slick cum poured into his muzzle, a more watery consistency than what he was used to — though he didn’t make a habit of eating his own cum, it had to be said. If he was going to spill his seed, he much preferred it to be in Enora’s muzzle or her hot pussy. He couldn’t have chosen one over the other, but depositing his cum into his own muzzle was not one that he would have honestly chosen if given the opportunity.

The snake’s hands grasped his shoulders and she rolled him onto his stomach, the vulpine twisting and grinding his needy shaft into the bedspread. As much as he humped, however, there was nothing he could do to take him away from the over stimulating pulses, the tingles far reaching into his very gut. The fox’s hips rocked from side to side and he panted into the gag as he sucked down his own cum, trying to focus on the sensation of closing his lips quite firmly around the tube, how it felt to dig his teeth into it.

And then the plug under his tail, his poor, abused hole oh so very sore, shot off with jab after jab of wickedly erotic pulses, each one seeming to make that pleasurable spot in his passage connect straight to his shaft. Gagging and whining as breath simply did not seem to come, Ren could only helplessly gulp down what more cum trickled into his muzzle, the sensation of tightness and soreness mingling with the lack of true fulfilment.

And he wanted more, oh he did. And she knew it too.

Enora increased the intensity of the stimulation. Not that he saw, but she laughed and, a moment later, the plug filling him felt as if it had doubled in size, each pulse making him buck and whine and whimper like a whore in a brothel.

Control, he thought desperately. He had to have control. He could push through it, if he kept it together. She couldn’t make his body do everything she wanted, even if that was, surely, her ultimate goal. Ren swallowed hard, yearning to lap his muzzle properly and wash the cum from his mouth. Even if she could not claim complete control, the toy was bringing her pretty damn close to it.

“The only way this one could be better, would be if I could hook it up to a sex machine, something that could fuck you while I fiddle with the controls,” she cooed to him, fiddling with the settings again. “Now wouldn’t that be fun?”

No… These thoughts… She can’t be doing this to me!

Ren squirmed and bucked and rocked, moaning and whimpering into the gag. So close… Yet never quite getting there, never getting to the point that would make him cum like a fountain, if there was even anything left in his sore balls to spend. He kicked out, fighting even with his ankles bound escort bursa like his paws, and rumpled up the bedspread beneath his stomach, only casting Enora one or two pleading looks. Well, it was not as if she was going to pay any attention to them anyway.

“Yes, Ren,” she hissed, increasing the frequency of the pulses yet again, her eyes shining with ferocious intent. “Let go, you know you want this. This isn’t something for you to control.”

And he knew it, even if every vulpine instinct in his body screamed at him to be free, to somehow — any way possible — find a way to escape his bondage and willingly imposed torment. The tightness in his balls built and built and he thought it would lead to yet another unsatisfying climax, shocks shooting through his throbbing cock and tail hole until he just couldn’t stand it anymore. And he didn’t have to. The fox gasped into the gag, cum flooding his lips before he actually realised what was happening. It wasn’t an orgasm he knew, but his cock shot more cum, the taste weaker still, and he arched and bucked, the toys milking him as he had craved to be milked the first time he’d spotted the toy online. Enora gasped, but he lost his perception of what he felt alongside what was really happening as the electrical stimulation thrummed through him, taking him to not greater heights, but very different heights to anything he could have imagined possibly coming from such an otherwise innocent little toy.

It came to an end more abruptly than he was used to too, the fox suddenly collapsing on the bed, not having even realised how much he had rounded his back in his frenzied ecstasy. The pulses still came, drawing his swollen shaft back to fresh life as it pressed into the cage, his body eager for more even as his mind swam with exhaustion and one word.

Wow…

Not quite what he’d been looking for in familiar ecstasy, but close enough.

Chuckling to herself, Enora slowly brought him back down, tailing his orgasm into a series of weak pulses, the last drops of ejaculate dripping from the tube onto his tongue. And, like a good little kit, he lapped up and swallowed every single drop, eyes locked onto hers. The snake hissed softly. He really could be so good when he wanted to be. And the way he squirmed… She flicked her black tongue out over her lips. It was downright delicious, she had to say.

Letting him gather his bearings, she gently untied his bondage and helped him onto his side, stretching out muscles rendered too tight from struggling in his restraints. The fox groaned appreciatively and returned her fleeting kisses with his own, though a wicked glimmer picked up at the back of his eyes.

“I’ll pay you back one day, you know,” he murmured, slumping to the bed and reaching for the pillows. “It’s not all one-sided here…”

The snake giggled and pressed her fingers over her lips, eyes as wide and as innocent as it was possible for a serpent to make them.

“Oh, sweetie…”

Enora’s eyes twinkled and she dropped a kiss on the end of the fox’s muzzle.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you!”

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Laura and the Desert Shower

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Laura D. was a co-worker. We worked for a field engineering firm and performed field surveys for the building of dams or other water supply or control facilities, often in desert areas out west. I had never teamed up with Laura before, but we had been friendly at work, sharing an interest in Star Trek and science fiction novels. I had never been physically attracted to Laura and she had never been to me. We were both in our 40’s.

Laura was of medium height about 5’6″; she had a rectangular-shaped face and a rectangular body. Her hair was black and being of Italian descent her skin wasn’t pale white; it was a light olive color. She had a cute smile, a giggly laugh and very pretty laughing, brown eyes, but these traits were often hidden by her serious nature and her preoccupation with doing the best job she could. She was married and had had three children with her husband. She was devoted to him and because she was so obviously devoted and so obviously serious, no one at work had ever made a pass at her. And I think she was upset that no one had even flirted with her like with some of the other women at our workplace. She would even mention it when gossip was raised about a couple of folks having affairs, “Why did he never approach me? I worked with him for eight years, and not one flirtation!”

Body wise Laura was small-breasted, and had wide hips and a full waist; she was rectangular shaped. After three children she had a healthy, not overweight figure, but wasn’t someone who would cause you to turn your head. On top of that she always dressed modestly, even at the company picnics when some of the women or dates of the male employees would forego brassieres or even underwear and would become the topic of gossip at the picnic. Laura was never like that. She was always proper and serious in both her dress and her manner.

That’s why it surprises me what happened on one trip to the Arizona desert that we had made together. We were there for a week and the government organization we were supporting hadn’t planned for adequate water resources given how dusty and dirty it was to do the surveying. So near the end of our one week of surveying we were already rationing water. This meant limited showers which made it difficult in such a dusty environment. Most of us were taking washcloth bathes in which you dip a washcloth into a pan of water and simply towel yourself off. This worked for the normal dust that we were all encountering, especially coupled with a change of clothes, which you then wore the next day until they too became saturated with dust. Even one’s underwear was invaded by the fine dust of the Arizona desert. Showers were reserved for those who had become muddied.

Well it was the day before we were to depart and Laura and I had been out surveying a particularly difficult piece of terrain; it was full of gullies. The area was a drainage area for underground mountain streams that came close to the surface in the location we were working in, usually at the bottom of the gullies. We were soon knee deep in mud in some of the locations we were surveying.

At one point Laura slipped on an embankment and the next thing we knew she was in a pool of mud that looked dry on the surface but wasn’t. While trying to free herself she became covered from head to toe in mud. It was dripping from her face; and her hair and her clothes were saturated with it. I ran to the edge of the embankment to help her and in the process of pulling her out I too ended up in the mud as the embankment broke away and I tumbled in right on top of Laura. In fact I think it was how I landed on her that was a pre-cursor of what was to happen later. My face landed right in her crotch, and as I tried to extricate myself I kept slipping and falling back in with my face in her crotch or on her belly. It became downright embarrassing so I reacted with humor and said, “Well that’s exactly where I would like to fall if I was to land on a beautiful Italian woman like you Laura.”

What surprised me a little was Laura’s response, “Well, that would be just the place where a beautiful woman would want you to land,” then she laughed. From there the conversation got full of sexual innuendo about being in a mud bath and that the usual state of dress for a mud bath was to be completely naked so maybe we should take our clothes off and enjoy the mud. It was just talk though. Or so I thought.

Since no one else was around we had to figure out how to extricate ourselves. We finally figured a way up the embankment and out of the mud. In order to get out I had to use my greater height, 6’2″, and strength to stretch out on the embankment, have Laura climb up over me, and then finally push her up the remainder of the embankment by grabbing her butt and then her feet with my hands and pushing her up. Then planting herself on her bottom and using a rope we had as part of our kit I climbed up the embankment and tumbled over the edge of it to safety. Once again, however, I fell over and landed with my face in between Laura’s legs.

Laura laughed this time and remarked, “Mark!!! You seem to really want to be canlı bahis down there. Here maybe this will help. She opened her legs so now my nose and mouth were right up against that tender place between her legs. Impulsively and playfully I opened my mouth and grabbed her crotch with my teeth. And then I quickly realized that I may have gone too far and backed off, sat up, and moved away, almost tumbling down the embankment again in my haste to put distance between my mouth and Laura’s crotch.

Laura grabbed my hand before I tumbled back and held me fast. “Wow, a little excitement has got me quite flushed and you looking a little embarrassed too. But thanks. I appreciate the flirting. But let’s get back to business, finish this survey and get back to base camp so we can clean up before dinner tonight. I think everyone is heading into the nearby town for some Tex Mex tonight before we pack up and head back home tomorrow.” So we finished the survey by giving the gully a wide berth, packed up our gear and headed back to camp, literally caked in mud.

At camp we were in for another surprise as Laura was told by her tent mate that she was lucky; there was just enough water for one person to shower. Being the nice, considerate person she was, she came and told me, “Mark, I just learned from Amy that there is only enough shower water for one person to take a shower and then that’s it. What are we going to do?”

Still feeling silly from our earlier travails I joked, “Well we could always shower together.”

Laura shoved me and uttered, “Mark, you dirty old man.”

I responded, “Well, yes, after all, look at us…both of us; we’re both pathetically muddy. I paused in thought and then it came to me, “Heh, do you have a bathing suit? Maybe we can do it that way.”

“No,” she responded, “didn’t think I’d be swimming in the desert.”

“Well, then how about the thickest, most concealing pair of underwear you have, one that won’t go transparent in the water. I have dark-colored briefs. Do you have any non-white bras and panties? That way we can share the water and stay relatively modest.”

“Yeah, I do,” and Laura soon returned wrapped in a bath towel and a sports bra and panties, both a dark green color, from her Army days. Even though we both knew it was her underwear it still looked like a bikini. I told her to situate herself in the portable shower stall and I’d be right back. I was already wearing black briefs so I just undressed, grabbed some clean clothes and briefs and a bath towel. Laura was already behind the walls of the stall with her clean clothes and the towel draped on the cloth walls of the stall.

As I stepped in I realized that for two people it was pretty tight but we tried to make the best of it. Still, standing there in our underwear just inches apart from each other we were both nervous and blushing, and I for one was wondering what my wife would say if she knew the circumstances. Well I for one wouldn’t be talking about it; I hoped Laura wouldn’t mention it to her husband, Kevin, either.

“How do you want to do this?” Laura asked, “I suggest we stand close under the water for a quick soak and then soap up; then finish with another quick rinse.” Logically this all sounded good to us so that is what we did. But in order to both be under the water we had to be up against each other so taking a chance I wrapped my arm around Laura to draw her against me and with the free hand pulled the chain on the water. We got thoroughly doused with a warm shower of water. The water had been thankfully sitting in the sun and warming up.

As soon as we were wet we nervously separated. I had to admit that Laura’s soft, feminine body and her mouth breathing hot breaths on my chest and throat had aroused me. I was unfortunately showing it below. So I faced away from her and lathered up as best I could. I especially lathered up my hair. Fortunately for Laura she too had short hair and was able to lather up.

“Are you ready to rinse, Laura?” Due to the soap which had gotten in my eyes I couldn’t see too well.

She sounded a little distressed, however, when she answered, “I can’t get clean down there. If you know what I mean?” It took a second but then I knew what she was talking about. The mud and dirt had worked its way deep into our respective crotches and trying to wash while still wearing panties or briefs was proving very difficult. I had no answer. It was Laura who finally suggested, “Don’t look. I’m going to remove my underwear. I’ll be naked but it’s the only way. Don’t look. Keep turned away. If you have to, do the same. Face away from me.”

After dropping my briefs and soon realizing I was standing within inches of a nude woman it had the obvious effect. My erection came back with a vengeance. I tried to not think about it by focusing on getting cleaned up down there.

“Mark…are you getting aroused?”

“Laura, I thought we agreed to no peeking,” I tried to turn further away so my back side was all that was facing her. In the confined space and with a full erection this was difficult. Then the thought struck me: how the bahis siteleri hell were we going to rinse off. We were now nude and would have to be against each other under the stream of water. We couldn’t very well put our muddy underwear back on and I didn’t want to get into my dry clothes and then soak them while rinsing. What had seemed like a practical solution in order to get clean now had some unexpected side effects.

“Mark, sorry about the peeking. It wasn’t intentional; the soap cleared out of my eyes and we’re so close already and frankly you’re pretty sizable,” now she laughed. “But I just thought of something else. How the heck are we going to rinse off without getting up close and personal?”

“We aren’t. I ain’t putting mud-caked briefs back on and don’t think you want to either. And we don’t want to get our clean clothes wet. So let’s do it and never tell a soul what happened.” I stepped forward to position myself under water, forgetting that I had an erection complicating our getting close. But Laura smoothly stepped up, opened her legs a little and there I was nestled snugly between them. I could feel the pubic hair covering her labia and also feel the softness of her genitals. All this succeeded in doing was making me stiffer.

“Hurry, Mark, I don’t think I can do this for long without falling out,” she was laughing of all things. But I think it was a nervous laughter. After all here we were: co-workers forced into a potentially erotic situation because of water problems and some decisions that had seemed good on the surface but weren’t after all.

I tugged the chain and we were doused with water which was still warm. I felt Laura’s hands on my back and my back side then her fingers between my butt cheeks. Again being practical she explained, “You don’t want soap there, do you? And I don’t think just that weak shower of water is going to clean us. So do me too.”

So now I took my free hand and ran it down the smooth, slick skin of Laura’s back and her butt and then between the cheeks of her butt, feeling the heat from between her legs. Again with the jokes, she said, “Heh, big boy, keep doing that and I might marry you.” So I did the only thing that came to mind to shut her up; I kissed her right on the mouth. It was impulsive and done to alleviate my own nerves. But just like that our tongues were intertwined with each other and our hands were moving over each other’s bodies. I heard Laura whimper and then shake. She, like me, had only had sexual contact with her spouse. The thrill of another man touching her so intimately was kind of overwhelming.

We stood there kissing and caressing for a few minutes. The water was now not running because both my hands were all over Laura’s body and head. I held her face, looked into those pretty brown eyes and kissed her again. Now I felt her fingers encircle my erect penis and moving the head just so I was soon inside of her. Ohmigod!!! What a sensation of heat and slippery wetness. I pushed into Laura’s vagina as far as I could. She now shuddered with pleasure and looking up at me cried out, “OOHH!!. Then she resumed kissing me fiercely as we moved against each other.

It wasn’t long, given our state of mutual arousal, before she and I both climaxed. Awareness of our surroundings and guilt quickly kicked in after we both climaxed. The driving power of sexual excitement had been satisfied and we became aware that we were standing naked, in a sexual position, in a shower stall which anyone could come walking up to and see us together. Rumors would fly and we’d never be able to live it down at work. And then it might get back to our respective spouses that we had cheated on them. We quickly dried off, dressed and headed in opposite directions to get away from that threatening location as quickly as possible.

Later that evening we didn’t sit next to each other at the local restaurant or in the vehicles that took all of us from the camp to the town. But as I got ready for bed that evening I heard a tap on my tent entrance.

“Yes??” “Mark, it’s me, Laura,” Laura answered.

“What are you doing here? We might be seen!!” I nervously and guiltily questioned.

“Can I come in so that that doesn’t happen?” I let her in and there she was dressed in an ankle length thick cotton night shirt, which was what I expected from the Laura I had known all those years.

“I feel so evil and yet so excited. You know, Mark, I’ve never been with any other man other than Kevin. I just expected that making love to any man would be the same. But earlier this afternoon it wasn’t. I feel so slutty saying this…I want to do it again with you.” And with that she tugged her night shirt over her head and was now standing in front of me naked and so innocently nervous and attractive at the same time. Her body was shaking with tension. “What guts,” I thought, “to come in here and say that so boldly and then bare yourself literally…not knowing if I would reject or accept her offer.”

Maybe foolishly I opened my arms and receiving her soft, bare body into them. I moved my hands to either side of her face and bahis şirketleri kissed her again with the passion we had shared earlier that day. As I kissed and caressed her she undid my shorts and briefs and they were soon on the floor. My t-shirt was soon over my head and we embraced bare breast and belly to bare chest and groin. It was as if we were two people starved of sex and we sought out each other’s bodies with an urgency and intense passion.

This time with more space in my tent and more privacy since I didn’t have a roommate I pleasured Laura in ways we couldn’t perform earlier that day. While she still stood naked and beautiful in front of me my lips sought each dark nipple, and I suckled them until Laura began to moan. My lips traced down her bare chest and stomach as I knelt down in front of her and cupped her soft, bare bottom in my hands. Her fingers played in my hair as my lips rained kisses on her soft, white skin. I was soon smelling the scent and feeling the coarse texture of her thick, jet black pubic hair. This aroused me further and it also aroused Laura further; her breathing quickened and small spasms of excitement caused her tummy to jerk ever so slightly.

“Laura, lay back on my air mattress and bedding.” I helped her to lie back and pressed her thighs open so my mouth could make better contact with her genitals. Her pubic hair was thick and it had the scent of soap from our earlier shower and the tang of sexual arousal. I parted the hairs covering her labia with my fingers until the pink skin of her labia and the hood over her clitoris was visible. When my tongue touched her tender flesh, Laura started and let out a small cry of pleasure. I flicked my tongue up and down slowly to push the hairs out of the way so I could really make a seal against her labia. Once her labia had flowered open enough and the surrounding hair had been pushed back by my fingers and lips, I sealed my mouth against her genitals.

Now I pleasured her with my tongue licking her labia and nymphae, darting into the tart hole of her vagina, and flicking back and forth against the tiny bud of her clitoris. I would alternate this with a sucking motion over her clitoris, drawing it out tight from her body and flicking my tongue rapidly across it. And soon as her excitement rose and she tilted her hips back lifting her butt off the bedding I lifted her hips further and even tongued her anus.

Soon Laura began a steady moan, which she tried to suppress so our workmates wouldn’t hear her in my tent. And then all of a sudden her belly tightened in a tense mound, her thighs lifted off the bedding and squeezed against my head and her vagina gushed cream. She was climaxing and it was intense. A brief cry of pleasure escaped her mouth and she clamped a hand over it as she continued to rock and spasm from a fairly long orgasm.

Wow!!! What a head trip to make this woman who was offering herself to me feel such pleasure. I paused to let her recover and then began again. This time I varied it using two fingers gently slid up open and creamy vagina to find her g-spot. Alternately my fingers in a regular rhythm against her g-spot while using my thumb to rub her clitoris vigorously and while using my lips to rain kisses on her thighs, the tender skin on either side of her labia, her belly, her navel, and nuzzling her thick pubic hair which now smelled of her sex I soon had Laura shuddering once again.

This time her hips came right off the bedding and even with her hand clamped over her mouth I could hear her cries of sheer pleasure as wave after wave of yet another long, intense orgasm rolled over her body. As she calmed down she said, “Oh my goodness, but that feels so good. But if you do that anymore I swear I’m going to either pass out or let out a scream that will wake the whole camp.

I ignored her entreaties. Instead I drew myself up from between Laura’s outspread legs so I was against her right side. I kissed her on her chest and on her face until her agitated breathing calmed down. My right hand was resting on her groin as it moved up and down to the rhythm of her breathing. As I directed her attention to the kisses I was raining on her face and watching her beam a smile of satisfaction my right hand inched down her belly and was now cupping her hairy mound and her labia.

While I kissed her on the mouth intensely I pushed two fingers inside of her and began to vibrate her vagina up and down quite vigorously. I had seen this on a video in which this produces an orgasm in a woman that can sustain itself for minutes on end. My wife had never wanted to try it not wanting to lose control like that. Well I figured I needed to surprise Laura and not ask. And it worked.

As I palpitated her vagina up and down rapidly she began to shake uncontrollably. When the climax hit her she got the largest smile I’d ever seen on her face and she groaned uncontrollably as her belly, her thighs and legs, and her torso just bucked and bucked and bucked. And when she slowed down I merely pressed on her groin and the bucking ensued once again. For a full five minutes Laura was out of control. Her vagina even palpitated so much that air entering and escaping made a rude noise. But she didn’t care; she was truly having too much fun as her body self-sustained its own long stream of climaxes.

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Sex with her uncle was better than anything Vanessa had ever enjoyed. One day while doing my her laundry, my Aunt Becky came up behind her and asked me if she needed any help, she replied sure and she helped Vanessa fold. She asked me, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

She replied no and she said, “So that means you are a virgin, correct?”

Vanessa said, “Well no, I’m not a virgin”.

“I lost my virginity young too, it’s kind of funny how”

“How?” she asked

She began telling her a story about how her brother and her were swimming together and ended up having sex most of the day. He had banged her every way possible, in her ass, pussy, and mouth. She said that they continued to have sex even after she was married to her Uncle Bill. And sometimes when her brother and her are alone they fool around.

She replied, “Kind of like me and Mark?”

“You and Mark have sex? Well I could have figured that out with all the huffing and puffing from your room at night. But what about Chris, do you ever do anything with Chris?”

“Yes, he joins me and Mark. If bahis firmaları I tell you a secret will you not tell anyone?”

“Sure honey, what is it?”

“Well Mark and Chris, they have no experience what so ever. They don’t know how to please me, how to make me happy. Would you please me Aunt Becky?”

“Sweety, I’d be happy too. Me and your mother often had sex together. She had the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted. She had a big butt plug she’s shove up my ass while she ate my pussy, she was great at it. You want me to fuck you Vanessa?”

“Yes Becky, can I see your pussy, can I taste it and finger it?”

“Oh Vanessa, come with me to my bedroom and I’ll let you do more than that”.

She followed her to her bedroom and she locked the door behind them. She came up behind her and began rubbing her large breasts, tugging at the tight nipples. She kissed Vanessa’s throat and neck, rubbing her tits all the more. They both began undressing each other and laid back on the bed. Becky kissed her deeply, teasing her tongue with her own. Vanessa moaned kaçak iddaa as her aunt kissed her way down her neck, stopping at her right breast. She kissed it gently, bathing the hard nipple with her tongue. She sucked it gently, teasing Vanessa until she was near the point of orgasm.

She kissed her way down her belly, reaching her trimmed bush with her tongue. She slid her tongue into her slit, lapping up her sweet juices. Vanessa was at the point of screaming, but her aunt just kept on licking and sucking. She found her hard clit and teased it relentlessly. She sucked it into her mouth and ran her tongue over it, which caused Vanessa to grind her pussy against her aunt’s mouth and face.

Vanessa went crazy as Becky dove her tongue in and out of her pussy, it had never been eaten so well in her entire life. Becky slipped a finger into Vanessa’s pussy, fucking it gently, then harder. She slid another finger in and screwed her cunt wildly. Vanessa began to orgasm around her aunt’s fingers, her lapped up her snatch honey.

Becky lay down beside Vanessa, it was kaçak bahis her turn on the receiving end. She instructed her aunt to get onto her hands and knees. Vanessa moved around in back of her and spread Becky’s firm ass cheeks. She then began to lick from the top of her ass, down to her aunt’s slit, which she flicked her tongue against teasingly. She licked back up to her aunt’s ass hole, rubbing the little hole gently. she spread the hole with her fingers and pushed her tongue into it and far as it would go, causing her aunt to cry out. She gently pushed her finger up her ass, fingering it gently. She pushed another finger up her butt, then another. She had 4 fingers up her aunt’s ass, and was going for more. She pushed her thumb into her ass, as she did this her aunt cried out, “More Vanessa, push your whole hand up my ass”!

Vanessa pushed and finally got her whole hand deep inside her aunts ass. It was so tight, it felt like it was sucking her entire arm up into it. But her aunt loved it and began orgasming as she ran her hand in and out of her ass, moaning and writhing under her niece’s control.

Finally from exhaustion, Vanessa pulled out of her ass and lay down beside her. Vanessa knew that they weren’t finished yet. She had so much more to learn from her Aunt Becky.

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