4 Inches Pt. 01

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Author’s note

This is a work of fiction – in places it wanders almost into the world of fantasy, whilst in others it touches on some fairly horrific facts of life. It is unashamedly political, poking fun at the ridiculous sex education system which is in place in both the US and the UK, and part two introduces two of the worst crimes against humanity – arranged marriages and female genital mutilation. Part three is pure porn (I think – although it might change in the writing) and part 4 will wrap up the politics. I’ll leave some strings dangling to tie part 5 to, if you show a desire for it.

This is the first story I have ever tried to get published, so for the benefit of the moderators I will say this is all my own work, all sexual intercourse described in detail is between consenting people over the age of 18, and I would like to thank my two editors, WinterHunny713 and Lovelyinlingerie for their advice and support.

The fiction begins here.

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Hi John, thank you for offering to get this work published for me. I assure you it is 100% true, I just changed enough so you can’t track down any of the people.

When I was a bit younger, I went to high school in a small town, somewhere in the United States. I think I can say it was quite an affluent town with a great climate, without giving too much away. It also had one of the best high schools in the state. The reason it had such a good reputation was because of something they called SPEx, which is like sex education on steroids.

They had a counsellor there who specialised in Social and Personal Experience – Miss Smith (that’s not her real name) had pioneered SPEx because she was fed up with the poor quality sex education the school had been putting on up till then, and over the last five years she had revolutionised the school and single-handedly made it one of the best in the state. Unwanted pregnancy had disappeared and absenteeism was down by two thirds, which meant students got some really good grades and the school got an amazing reputation.

Miss Smith herself had quite a reputation. She would do SPEx classes with everybody from ninth grade upwards, and she always started by reminding the students that what she was teaching them to do was illegal until they were 18. Her mantra was that if you are going to have sex, you should respect your partner and make sure they enjoyed it as much as you do – it may be illegal but it should be safe and consensual.

There were rumours that she wasn’t beyond giving practical demonstrations to over 18’s, apparently one boy had gone to her concerned that his cock was so big it wouldn’t fit inside his girlfriend’s vagina. The story goes that she had taught him how to prepare his girlfriend, and then demonstrated how elastic the vagina is in a very personal manner. Some parents heard about this and tried to get the police involved, the police interviewed every child in the school, and not one of them admitted to knowing anything about it. Nowadays, the parents who don’t want their kids properly educated send them to a different high school, and people are actually moving into the town so their kids can go to school there.

I was one of these people; my parents lived in a city on the other side of the state, I had spent most of my life in a big inner-city school and while my grades were good, I was very shy and socially immature. So, when I was 15, we moved back to my mother’s home town. My parents still worked in the city three days a week, so I was often home alone but as my grandparents still lived locally, I was never lonely. I enrolled at the local high school and that’s when I first met Miss Smith.

One thing I learnt very quickly was how bad my previous school had been, they taught just enough to get through exams and no more. My new school suggested that I should drop back a year, which meant I would be starting there with all the other new kids. I wasn’t the only 15 year old there, there were half a dozen others and we tended to go round together.

It had taken me a couple of years to come out of my shell, but after listening to Miss Smith’s lessons and watching some of her videos, I started dating. It took a few false starts, but eventually I was nearing my goal – I was on the verge of having sex. Shortly after my 18th birthday, I met a girl called Rebecca, we had a couple of dates, we had kissed and cuddled and groped, and tonight was the night. We were down at a friends house for a party, we had a few drinks and eventually I got her into bed. I remembered Miss Smith’s lessons and I made sure that she was enjoying the experience by going down on her, performing cunnilingus, licking her cunt, it was my first taste of girl juice and I decided I liked it. I must have spent about half an hour with my head between her legs, before I pushed her over the edge of the most fantastic orgasm.

I was still fully dressed, and by the time I got my cock out, she had rolled over on her side and fallen asleep. Remembering about respect and consent, I pulled a sheet over us both and fell asleep beside her. By the time I woke up, she’d disappeared. Temelli Escort Never mind, she had certainly enjoyed herself and I was sure there would be another time. Unfortunately, there wasn’t. She wouldn’t speak to me again, not even to say why, but that’s when the rumours started. At first, I quite liked the rumours, they certainly attracted the girls but as time went on it became embarrassing.

Several months went by, it was becoming harder and harder to live with the rumours. That’s when I made an appointment to see Miss Smith.

…

Miss Smith liked to give people plenty of time to talk, and she liked to ensure privacy so she would work long hours. My appointment was for 6:30 on a Thursday evening, in early June. Her office was discreetly hidden round the corner of the main building, you could easily slip in and out without being spotted, but there was nobody around to spot me as I walked in the door. Miss Smith welcomed me as soon as I walked in.

“Good evening”

“Ah – hello – can I talk to you?”

“Of course you can. Come over here and sit down.”

I was nervous. This was worse than going to the doctors, at least there were plenty of innocent reasons to go see a doctor but what innocent reasons were there for going to see Miss Smith?

“What can I do for you?”

“I’ve got a bit of a problem.” She just sat quietly, and eventually I had to carry on. “It’s about my penis. It’s too small.”

She just stared at me, my face, and then down to my groin. I shifted uncomfortably under her stare, she still said nothing until I had to break the silence. “You see there’s a rumour going round the school that I’ve got this 9 inch cock.”

For a counsellor, she seemed very quiet. She seemed to think her personality would be enough to draw out all my secrets. She was probably right.

“It’s not true, but now all the girls that I go out with are expecting this wonderful time, and I can’t satisfy them, so whenever they get to the point where I have to take my trousers off I just run away.”

At last, she smiled and responded. “The average man doesn’t have a nine inch penis you know, so how big is yours?”

“It’s about four and a bit and I know that’s less than average.”

“Well most men have got a penis that is less than the average length because some men are a lot longer than the average but very few are a lot shorter. It’s a skewed distribution, if you know what one of them is.”

Of course I knew what a skewed distribution was, I was a geek after all. It just never occurred to me – it wasn’t something I thought about everyday.

“I never thought of it like that. I suppose it is a skewed distribution so, for every man who’s got a 9 inch cock, there must be half a dozen with 4 inch cocks to compensate.”

“Exactly, so your 4 inches might not be up to average but it’s certainly normal.”

“But even so, when the girl’s expecting nine she’s not going to be happy with four.”

“So what do you do when a girl asks you out?”

“Well the first few dates are alright, and I’ll probably go down on her and give her an orgasm, and then find some excuse to split with her before she insists on finding out what’s inside my trousers.”

“I am not quite sure what you want me to do. “

“Can you help me?”

“We can try to find out who it is that started the rumour and get them to say it’s not true.”

“But then no girls would want to go out with me!”

“Girls don’t just go out with boys that have got big cocks you know, there are actually some girls out there who will like you just because of who you are. Surely some girls you have been with must’ve found how big you are?

“No, I’m still a virgin. I’ve never even had a girl suck my cock, in fact I don’t think any have ever even seen it. Since this rumour started going round, I don’t take my pants off in the changing room after football practice. I’m not embarrassed of what I’ve got, I’m just embarrassed that it’s not as big as everybody thinks it is.”

“I think we need to find you a girlfriend who doesn’t expect you to have a nine inch cock and would be quite happy with your four and a bit, and then you can stop worrying about any of the other girls finding out because you will not need to go out with them. We need to find somebody who likes your personality rather than your physical attributes.”

“How are we going to do that? All the girls my age in this town go to this school, so they’ll all have heard the rumours. And if anybody round here did find out, they would just blow the whistle on me.”

“I get a lot of girls coming in here to talk to me, and I know that quite a few of them are more interested in a man’s personality than just having sex. Let’s see what sort of a girl you want. Do you want somebody quiet and intelligent, somebody you can hold a good conversation with and will help you make decisions, or do you want to be the one making the decisions and find a girl who just does as she is told, or do you want somebody who will boss you about, someone who is dominant?”

I had Temelli Escort Bayan been looking Miss Smith in the eye when she started asking this question, but when she mentioned being bossed about I suddenly found I couldn’t hold it any longer. I looked down at the floor, and I felt my cock twitch at the thought of being bossed about. Surely that wasn’t what I wanted, I wanted somebody intelligent that I could talk to not somebody who was going to treat me like a pet. Miss Smith had obviously caught my reaction though, her next words shocked me but I could feel my cock reacting.

“Show me your cock!” She demanded.

No! I couldn’t do that! She’s a teacher, I have to see her every day at school, she can’t expect me… While my mind was in turmoil, my hands had already reached down and unzipped my trousers and were pulling my dick out through the fly.

“Not like that! Take your trousers off.”

Again, the order bypassed my brain straight to my hands. I released my belt, undid the button and dropped my trousers down to my ankles. My underpants followed, without being told and I could feel myself getting hard.

“You like the humiliation don’t you? You’d get off on someone telling the world you have a small dick, wouldn’t you! Now bring that thing over here so I can feel it.” Her voice was stern and authoritative.

I was shaking all over, my mind seemed to have shut down and all I could do was follow orders. With trousers around my ankles, I shuffled over to her. Reaching out, she grabbed my shaft and started pulling the foreskin back and forth, wanking me. My staff quickly grew to full size and she pulled a ruler out of her desk. My mind relaxed a bit, she only wanted to measure me. Didn’t she?

Pain suddenly shot through my cock as she slapped it with the ruler. I wanted to scream or run away, but I hadn’t been given permission so I just stood there and let her hit me with the side of the ruler, the pain somehow turning to pleasure within my body.

“Spread your legs!”

I kicked one leg out of my trousers and moved it out so my feet were about three foot apart. This gave her space to start hitting my balls and scrotum, hard enough to make me wince, hard enough for my brain to tell me to run away, but somehow the pain was blocking my powers of conscious thought. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t shout, I could only stand there till my cock was swollen and red. My balls felt ready to burst when she suddenly grabbed my penis and dragged it into her mouth. I ended up standing on tiptoe as her tongue wound round my helmet. She was cupping my balls with one hand and she must have felt them tightening because just as I was on the verge of coming, she stopped.

“I think I can find somebody who won’t worry about the size of this little thing. Be at my house at 2 o’clock on Saturday afternoon and I’ll introduce you. In the meantime, you’re not allowed to touch it, at all, not even to use the toilet. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll be there. But, how am I supposed to pee?”

“I’m sure you can find a way. Just find somewhere quiet, and use your imagination. Now, we need to do some paperwork. What’s your name?”

“My name is Joe, ma’am. Joe Grady.”

She filled in some paperwork and had me sign it, then told me her address and repeated that I was not allowed to touch my cock until she gave me permission. Then with one last little kiss, she helped me pull my pants and trousers back up and closed the door behind me. My head was spinning, my cock and balls were desperate for attention, I would go home and have a good wank, find some porn online, wrap my fist round my penis and pretend it was a warm moist vagina. Except, I’d been told not to touch it.

She’d never know, unless she asked me, but I could tell a lie, couldn’t I? No I couldn’t, if she was going to find me a girlfriend I didn’t want to risk upsetting her. But the torment, if I could just touch it, could I roll up a towel and lie on that instead, would that count as touching it? Could I cum like that? Did I really want to be somebody’s slave? In the end, I decided I really did want to let somebody else make the decisions. They were two of the most frustrating days of my life.

…

I arrived at Miss Smith’s home at 1:58 on Saturday afternoon. As I pulled into her drive, I saw her sitting on an old swing at the side of the house. She was wearing a bikini, white with yellow dots, which barely covered her charms. If I couldn’t find a girl that would be happy with my four inches, maybe I should try for an older lady. After all, Miss Smith was only in her late thirties and still had an excellent figure.

I climbed out of my car and walked towards her.

“New car?”

“Yes ma’am, my parents bought it for me for my 19th birthday, last month.”

“Nice! We’re out back, round the pool. We thought since it was such a lovely day we’d go for a dip.”

“You should have said, I didn’t bring any trunks.”

“You don’t need any. Now strip!”

“What, here?” Panic lit up my brain. “What happens if somebody walks past?”

“Then Escort Temelli they’ll see you,” she smirked, “so you’d better be quick about it.”

I pulled my shirt off over my head, then bent down and pulled off my shoes and socks before standing up and dropping my shorts and pants around my ankles. I stepped out of them and Miss Smith picked them up, folded them neatly and lay them on the swing. Then she reached down, grabbed my cock and led me round the side of the house.

I had started getting hard as soon as I saw her in the bikini, and the thought of maybe being caught naked had made me harder. Her grip as she pulled me forward brought me to full hardness, but I nearly blew my load as I walked round the corner and found a yard full of women, some old, some young, some wearing one-piece swimsuits, some topless and others totally naked. Some were splashing about in the pool while others lay on sunbeds, tanning in the bright sun and some were standing around in groups, chatting.

“This is my family. That’s my mother over there in the shade and I’m sure most of the others will introduce themselves during the course of the afternoon. You were saying that you are a virgin and nobody has ever seen your cock before so I thought I’d give you a bit of a challenge, your job is to give every one of these women an orgasm, but the main person I want you to meet is my niece, Julie.”

Still being led by the cock, I was taken over to the side of the pool where a young lady was lying on a sunbed. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit which appeared quite modest from the front, but was practically backless and it was thin enough that her nipples were clearly visible standing out through the material.

“Hello Joe, Aunt Katie’s been telling me so much about you.”

The gentle sounds of her voice drew my attention from her breasts to her face, and I suddenly realised the while her breasts were worth staring at her face was even better. Like her aunt, she had blonde hair and high cheekbones, a well-shaped mouth and a small button nose, but it was her eyes that held my attention. The palest of blue, they seemed to twinkle and laugh at me, while pulling me into their depths.

“She was saying you’re scared that people might not like your penis, and while I’m not an expert I was wondering if you might value my opinion, if you let me have a look at it.”

I suddenly found himself kneeling beside her, my hands behind my back, my penis pressed forward for her inspection. She gave a little giggle, reached out and pulled back my foreskin then leaned over and gently licked the drop of pre-cum from my hole. Then she quickly leaned further forward and took the length into her mouth, tonguing the underside and sucking gently. Her hand had slipped down and was playing with my balls when she suddenly felt my scrotum tighten and she pulled her mouth away to look at my face just as a jet of my cum sprayed out leaving trails across her face, down her neck and onto her swimsuit. Oh God, how embarrassing was this. The first time a girl had actually touched me and I had cum all over her face. I turned to run, only to find Aunt Katie still stood behind me and she wasn’t letting me go anywhere.

“Sit down!”

“But…”

“Sit! Down!”

Julie twisted onto her side and slid over to give me room to sit on the side of the sunbed, but I sat right on the edge facing away from her.

“I’m sorry, I’ve not done that very often, in fact you’re the first boy I’ve ever done it with. In the past, I’ve only practised with dildos and bananas.”

I suddenly spun round to look at the girl. I had just shot my cum all over her face, and she was apologising. I knew it was my fault, and I could not let her take the blame.

“Don’t be silly, it was all my fault. I’m the one that is supposed to have a 9 inch cock and lots of experience!”

She burst out laughing, and smiled sweetly at me and said “I’m glad you don’t have 9 inches, I think it is the perfect size as it is. And I know you’re a virgin just like I am, so I think I’d like to get to know you better. It must be a bit of a shock to have your cock in a girls mouth within minutes of being introduced to her.”

“It seems to run in the family, your Aunt had my cock in her mouth within minutes of meeting me as well.”

Miss Smith was still standing beside the sunbed, listening to the conversation. “It certainly runs in the family, and there’s a few more women around here who’d like it in their mouth or even their cunt within minutes of meeting you” she said. “Of course if you’re planning on pleasuring her daughters, we’d better go and meet mother first. Julie dear, can you go and sort out the punch for me please.”

I stood up and followed Miss Smith. Or should I start calling her Aunt Katie now? I wasn’t sure how that would go down in school, but I had a feeling she would be quite happy for me to call her that today. We walked round the pool, I was taking my time looking at the swinging tits and shaved pussies on every side. I realised there weren’t quite as many beautiful bodies here as I had first thought, there appeared to be five older ladies about Katie’s age, and six young ladies between 18 and 30. I had also seen a couple of younger girls running around, but they seemed to get chased back into the house whenever one of the older ladies saw them. A thought suddenly crossed my mind.

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First Date.

The buzzer rang and my heart skipped a beat. I had not seen her since our last conversation in front of her apartment where she gave me the ultimatum of either being fully committed or ending the relationship. I was never one to respond positively to ultimatums, especially where my free time was involved, so I chose the latter. We were both convinced this would be the last time we would ever see one another and while I was sad, I had gone through enough break-ups to recognize this was not one that would devastate me. Just another scratch on the bumper from a shopping cart in a Target parking lot.

And now here she was, the result of an online relationship I had forged with a complete stranger who asked me to renew this relationship. I will have more on that in another chapter, but she had requested that I make a date with Dina, cook her dinner, and then present myself wearing a cock cage to see her reaction. It was a risk, but when you’ve given your heart and soul to a complete stranger online, that’s much less risky and, let’s be honest, after a year of living in a pandemic if she had asked me to put my cock in a salad spinner I probably would just to end the monotony. That’s not to say this stranger wasn’t everything I loved in a person, it spoke more to my own need to find an outlet for my creative impulsivity.

Dina entered my apartment and she smelled as she always did; of fresh air, French perfume, and for some reason I could never understand, cinnamon gum. She never chewed it, but she always seemed to have the slightest scent of it on her. We used to joke that she had a boyfriend in the 7th grade, but that started to get weird when one news story after another broke about women teachers fucking their students. It became less “hot” and more “social commentary”.

We smiled at each other and I felt a familiar stirring in my stomach and my cock twitched. This reminded me for the first time that I was in my cage which had taken me almost 45 minutes to get into. It involved lubricant, pressure, and Archimedes level understanding of leverage, fulcrum, and displacement. She always had this effect on me both for her smile and for the remembering of our sexual adventures. We had this understanding that she could be as cruel as she wanted and it would only draw me to her more; there was nothing too cruel or line she couldn’t cross that wouldn’t make me desire her to greater levels. This did not include verbal abuse. For me there’s a difference between listening to a woman you’re dating fuck a guy on the phone and her calling you an ugly piece of shit with a small dick. Some men like that, it’s just not my thing.

“It’s good to see you again.” I offered meekly.

“Yeah. It’s good to see you too.”

I leaned in and we kissed quickly, but then, in the orbit of each other’s intimate space, the gravity of our past pulled us in for a longer, more lingering exchange. Our tongues reintroducing themselves in a familiar dance as our lips touched, the skin connecting and burning as our mouths drank each other deeply searching for the feeling we once had.

We broke and she casually moved into my living room. She looked over her shoulder and smiled with her eyebrows arching. “At least we know some things never change.” The cage was now burrowing into my hardened flesh.

“Chicken?”

It took a second to realize that was a question and not a challenge. “Oh, yes. It’s almost done. Sit down.”

She took off her coat and tossed it onto my couch. “Wine?”

“Right. I’ll get it. White?”

“You remembered.” She smiled.

“I had a 50-50 chance.”

I went into the kitchen and poured her a glass and returned to the living room where she made herself at home on my couch. She took the glass from me and smiled upwardly. We had a moment, like so many others, that were sexually charged waiting for one of us to make a move. The fun was in seeing who would break first. She usually did, but tonight, after what she saw as rejection, her ego would not allow that. Tonight I would have to make the first move and, did I ever have a plan for the as directed by my online domme.

My stomach was filled with excitement as I returned to the kitchen to fulfill my first command which was to serve her the food wearing only my cock cage and my shirt.

“Why don’t you take a seat at the table and I’ll bring you dinner.”

I removed my pants and underwear and looked down at the steel contraption encasing my hard cock and took a deep breath. This was unlike anything I had ever done in my life and for someone I had never met and it was exciting beyond measure. I grabbed our plates and thought to myself: “Here we go.”

The walk to the table from the kitchen was longer than I remembered as I took in every sensation. Especially the feeling of the cage bouncing against my thigh and the glorious look on her face as her eyes widened to saucer shapes and her mouth opened to begin her shocking laugh that followed.

I kept a stoic face as I laid the plate down before her. She took her Kayaş Escort cue from me and pretended, with comic flair, that nothing was askew.

“Okay then. The chicken looks … very plump.” She laughed as I sat down and behaved as though nothing were out of the ordinary.

“I’m trying something new.” I offered taking a bite of the chicken.

“I see that. It’s pretty bold. I mean, you don’t even know if I like chicken.”

“You’ve eaten chicken before.”

“Free range. Never caged.” She looked down at my tumescent cock.

We stared at each other smiling and waiting, once again for the other one to give in. I decided giving in was what my mistress wanted so, despite my natural inclination to rebel, I did as she would have commanded to keep the evening on track.

“I missed you.” I almost whispered.

“I can see.” She reached over and fingered my cage with my flesh pressing through the bars. “So, besides dinner, what did you have in mind?”

“Just this. I wanted to offer you myself in whatever way you want me. I wanted to give you my cock to do with whatever pleases you.”

“And what about our previous conversation?” Her fingernails delicately scratched my balls.

“I am willing to try.”

“That might be a little tricky. I’m sort of fucking someone else now.”

My cock swelled up even more.

“I sort of figured it would have that effect on your cock.”

She sat back in her chair with a cunning smile.

“So. You thought you could just wave your dick in my face and I’d come running back?”

“I don’t know what I thought. I hoped we could work it out and sex was our language. This was the way I thought would work best.”

She sighed and thought for a long moment as my fear of disappointing my mistress heightened. I wanted to report back to her something erotic. Something she could finger herself to orgasm with. It would be the closest I would ever get to being with her and for that reason I wanted Dina to consent.

“If we do this, you know I’m going to use you, right?”

I nodded.

“I’m going to fuck anyone I want and you’re going to stay in that cage. You good with that?”

I nodded again, never breaking eye contact with her.

“You know what I like better than chicken?” She asked.

“My cock?” I replied.

“No! God that was lame. I like torturing you. You remember.”

“It rings a bell.”

She set her plate aside and stood up slowly unbuttoning her shirt looking at me. She knew how much I loved her breasts. They were B cups pointed with exceptionally sensitive nipples. Often times I would bring her to the edge of orgasm with only my tongue and fingers, edging her closer until either bringing her off or backing off to make her crazy. And she would do the same to me.

We often played a game where we would set a timer for 5 minutes and we would attempt to “break” the other person’s will by making them beg for release. She always lost because her nipples. Mine were also excruciating sensitive and she worked me like a fucking Stradivarius.

I sat in my chair and watched as she removed her bra and stood before me half naked.

“Remember?”

I nodded and swallowed. I had no idea what she would do next and I felt like I was falling into an abyss of uncertainty.

“Let’s go lay down.”

She didn’t wait for me but instead walked with purpose into my bedroom. I followed.

When she entered the bedroom, she took it all in again as though greeting an old friend. Her hand wrapped around one of the wrought iron posts and reminisced thinking how many times we had one or more extremities tied to it.

“Lay down.” Her voice was stern and playful. Challenging me to play her new game.

I did as she told me, my heart still pounding.

She kneeled next to me as though at a smorgasbord. Her fingers dragged over my torso. I reached to play with her breasts and she bat it way.

“No. Not now.” She sighed. “We spoke for so long about doing this. Putting you in a cage. I’m so … shocked … it’s happening. I’ve thought so much about sending you videos of me fucking this guy just because I knew it would make you crazy. But now … well now I’m definitely going to.”

Her face turned serious. “And you’re sure this is what you want? Because I’m going to do this. All of it. All of what we talked about. This is what you want?”

“Yes. I want you to own me.” I reached up and caressed her nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned. I reached up with my other hand and slowly rubbed the other. Her head fell back and she moaned with more intensity.

“Fuck I love that.”

I leaned in and took one in my mouth and gently sucked it between my insistent lips. She gave in and lay on her back. My cock started to truly ache as the cage did its work.

“Make me cum.” She commanded.

My thumbs gently rubbed the tips of her nipples as I licked the outside of her ear softly. Her breathing grew more shallow and she groaned at how slowly and deliberately I was teasing her breasts. Kayaş Escort Bayan Back and forth. Achingly slow. My fingers stroked just over the tips of her nipples and then, after some time, I would pinch them very easily, bringing them up with the smallest amount of tension and twist them so delicately, barely at all. Only enough to make the skin taught.

“Shit. God. Please.”

She wanted me to suck on her pussy now, but I knew she was going to torture me after her orgasm and if I worked her over now, she would really be sadistic. I thought how much my mistress would enjoy this. I rolled her nipples with a little more tension and then covered one with my hot, eager mouth. First licking one, and then the other.

Her hands gripped the sheets trying to compose herself.

“We don’t have a timer, so this may take a while.” I reminded her.

“You’re such an asshole.”

Her anger excited me. And her.

I pulled her left nipple into my mouth harder as we looked each other in the eyes. My face was a mask of interest and hers one of building climax. While my mouth sucked one, my fingers pulled the other lightly but firmly. Her hips started to buck uncontrollably, her climax was approaching.

I stopped and slowly pulled her pants and underwear off revealing a visibly wet pussy. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris in an effort to finish.

“Is that how you want to cum?” I scolded her.

“Just fucking do it!”

I had enough. I put my mouth over her pussy and licked her labia up and down, circling her clit gently. Dina always had a little hair on top which I loved and her pussy always tasted of honey. I loved drinking every drop she produced and her scent which was a beautiful, strong musk that made my cock spring to life. She groaned and rotated her hips against my face to a building rhythm. This wouldn’t take long. I grabbed her ass and held her in place as I sucked her clit between my lips gently pressing my tongue against it.

“Oh God. Oh fucking God.” She bucked and then, after a moment of frozen passion, her muscles tightening, I could feel her pussy throb and then flood my mouth.

I kissed my way up her body and lay next to her watching the ebbing excitement on her face, her cheeks flushed with a powerful post-orgasm.

“Shit. That was the second best orgasm someone gave me today.” She smiled and then looked at me. “So, this is mine?”

She reached down and grabbed the cage.

“If you want it.”

“Oh. I want it.”

“Is this other guy serious?”

“That’s not your business, is it? You made your choice and now I’m making mine. If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. But it’d be a shame since you got the cage and all.”

I couldn’t disagree with that logic.

“That’s fair. So … now what?”

She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. “Now we can just have fun.” Her fingers lingered over my nipples. “You know, I missed playing with your body so much. Teasing you. Making you desperate. All those fantasies we shared about doing this and now … it’s like something somewhere just clicked.” I smiled thinking about my mistress who commanded this entire scenario.

Dina sat up and placed herself on my stomach, her legs astride me on either side. She unbuttoned my shirt one painful button at a time. When it was open enough she put each of her thumbs in her mouth sucking on one and then the other before placing them on my nipples.

As I hissed with intense pleasure, her expression was one of feigned surprise. She knew that made me crazy. “Oh? Was that okay?”

“Fuck. You know what that does to me.”

“No. Why don’t you tell me.” She then wet her thumbs again and placed them on my hardening nipples. Stroking them as I had done to her minutes ago.

“It’s like electricity to the head of my cock. Fuuuck.”

“And that can’t be too comfortable in that cage, can it?”

She kept rubbing gently, over and over. My body arching with frustration and pleasure that was burning every inch of my nervous system. My cock was dripping and throbbing with anticipation. She slid down so her pussy was just below the cage which bobbed in excitement.

“Poor baby.” She rubbed my balls gently. “This is going to be hell for you. You know why?”

“I have a pretty good idea.”

“Yeah. You do. But now it’s real. Before we just fantasized.”

She continued to play with my nipples, rubbing them with just the tips of her fingernails. “You know what’s so great about this? I get to leave you hard and unsatisfied, but I get to get fucked good and hard and feel someone cuming inside me. That’s so hot.”

My breath was coming in gasps. My brain was being overloaded as fantasies and reality smashed into each other like electrons in the Hadron Collider.

“His cock is fucking magnificent too. Thick. Thicker than yours. You know what that does to me. And also, he lasts a long time. Well, he’s ten years younger than you, so you can imagine he’ll fuck me seven ways until Sunday before he cums in me. Escort Kayaş And he cums hard. Does that make you jealous?”

“Yes.” Was all I could reply between her slow, gently ministrations of my nipples and the image of her being fucked by someone else.

“I’m going to leave you like this tonight. I’m not going to make you cum. I’m not going to take the key this time. I want you to think about it. Because once I get that key from you, I will truly own your cock. Seriously. I’m not playing around.”

I nodded staring into her eyes.

She got off me and lay next to me with her head at my cock so she could examine it more closely. She fingered my flesh squeezing through the bars. Her head moved to the cage and she took my cock into her mouth making sure to lick any exposed skin in her mouth.

“You know he’s sensitive like you.” She said before engulfing my cock in her mouth again. “I make him crazy. Just like I do with you.” She took me in again. “Only with him, I milk him dry every time we fuck.” This time she swallowed me to the balls her eyes never breaking contact with mine to let me know how serious she was. “I want you to know that so you can imagine it when I fuck him this week. I’m going to text you when he’s coming over and that five minutes after that text, he’ll be inside me.”

Her mouth sucked me again. I could feel my balls tighten with an orgasm. She could too. She slowly wrapped her fingers around my balls and tugged.

“Oh no, baby. The only cum I’m drinking is his. And I will. This week.”

She sat up straight and caressed my stomach.

“I’m glad you called me. I really missed you.” She smiled. I smiled back between gasps and trying to subside my raging erection.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. I don’t want to kill you.”

I groaned in absolute frustration. My cock aching. My balls full and wanting release. My nipples sensitive and on fire. And even with all of this I could only think about my mistress whom I hoped this would please.

Second Date.

I opened the door and Dina entered. She was wearing a long coat and I could see she was wearing the long leather boots that I loved so much when we were dating. When she rode me, I loved seeing those boots pressing against my thighs.

She came in and I poured her a glass of wine after which we both sat down and talked about our weeks as though we were on a first date. I asked if I could take her coat and she consented, standing up and unbuttoning it. It was then that I saw she was wearing a very low cut black dress which came down just below her hips and barely covered her ass.

“You like?” She asked.

I swallowed hard and nodded. “I like.”

She smiled and sat down again and I could clearly see her pussy as the dress rode up slightly. She knew it and made no effort to adjust it, just looked me in the eyes watching me struggle not to stare.

After a few minutes of small talk, she casually said, “You’re such a gentleman. You can look at my pussy.” I did and my heart skipped a beat.

“So,” she said, pausing for just a moment, “what happened?”

“I broke our agreement. I’m sorry.”

“No. You’re not sorry. You’re going to be sorry. Stand up and stand in front of me.”

I did as she commanded and once in front of her, she yanked my pants down without ceremony displaying my cock, now fully hard, contained in its cage. She reached out and squeezed my balls with a firm grip.

“These are mine. I am the only one who can empty them. You got it?”

I nodded.

“YOU were the one who came crawling back to me with your pathetic dick in a cage. YOU were the one who offered me your cock. YOU were the one who told me I owned you. Not me. So, if you’re going to go back on your word, we’ll just stop now and that’ll be the end of it.”

“I understand and I will not disobey you again.”

“Good boy. Now I want you to get the crop and bring it out to me.”

I did as instructed.

“Bend over the ottoman.” She whispered.

Again, I did as instructed, my knees on the floor and my ass presenting like a gift to her.

She whipped me and I gulped my scream.

“Remember when you said I could never make you beg by denying you orgasms no matter how long? You were too proud, you told me. I wonder how long it will take you to make you beg for me to stop. I’ll bet you won’t be too proud when your ass is a huge pink welt.”

She whipped me again and again. I gripped the sides of the ottoman clinging like someone floating out at sea.

After 15 or so strokes, she laughed. “Time to use my right hand.” She brought the crop down again and again and tears welled in my eyes until, after at least 25 or so I cried out “Please! Okay! Stop! Please!”

She stopped and the room still echoed with my cries.

“Good boy. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Begging? I’m going to get you to like it after a while. Why don’t you go inside and lay down.”

I got up very carefully, my ass inflamed, and limped to the bedroom where I laid down on my stomach. She came in a moment later and laughed.

“Oh no, baby, turn over.”

I winced and turned over, the sheets burning my welted ass. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side as she looked down on my face struggling to hide my discomfort. She stroked my cheek.

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So, the elephant in the room…

The night that Ethan fucked Jess absolutely silly on my bed while I lay there, cowering, wearing one of her tiny pink thongs was actually a turning point. It was also eye-opening, giving me a better insight into Jess and the dynamic that our relationship had evolved into.

I hid in shame, embarrassed by the confusing erection that was stiffening by the second inside of my girlfriend’s panties. Jess came exuberantly, followed by Ethan (without pulling out); he gave me another hard spank that stung my butt and snapped so loudly it rang in my ears a bit, and then left to go to bed.

The night had just begun in Jess’ mind though. Without losing a beat, she started groping me, taking great joy that her other man’s handprint was still visible on my ass cheek.

After a few seconds of her pawing at my hips, I reluctantly flipped over, exposing a full (though small) boner still trapped under the tiny patch of pink fabric. This set Jess off, and she started rubbing her face on it before pulling it out of its panty prison and mounting me.

I didn’t last long, I’ll admit, but Jess couldn’t stop moaning. I don’t know if I’d ever heard her this turned on while we were fucking. It was very possibly the best sex we’d had in an otherwise still pretty good sex life up til this point.

That night kickstarted a feedback loop in our relationship. I didn’t inherently love being emasculated so much by my girlfriend or being cucked by her thick-cocked fuckbuddy, but these things turned Jess on so much and gave her so much giddy glee.

I started to indulge her more because that happiness would spill back and lead to more and better sex for me, and honestly I loved the extra attention I was getting from Jess when I would give in to her requests.

I started to wear her panties more often, and it ignited a Pavlovian response in Jess. Knowing I had women’s underwear on would get her so horny that it practically guaranteed great sex, and often within minutes of pulling them on, if she was around to see it.

Within a couple of weeks, I think I was wearing Jess’ underwear more often than my own, and usually with very little goading from Jess, or even without needing to be asked at all. The girlier the panties, I had learned, the more of a reaction I’d get from her; pink and purple, polka-dots, anything lacy, and as small as possible were best.

Jess would try to push things as far as possible, but I tried to keep this mostly private between us for now. She had also been so turned on by any even tangentially sexual interactions between Ethan and I, and wanted more. I had no plans to give in and touch Ethan’s cock in any way in the immediate future.

Outside of that, Jess and Ethan were also getting more comfortable just overtly messing around in the apartment and in front of me. I don’t know if this was a part of Jess’ fetish for humiliating me, or just the taboo surrounding their sex just getting eroded more and more over time.

For instance, one evening, I came back to the apartment to see them huddled on the couch watching a movie together. Ethan had his cock pulled out of his pants, thick as all hell and at full length, and Jess was cuddled up beside him with the last fifth of the massive cock in her mouth.

They stayed there, watching the movie, her suckling on his cock seemingly almost more out of comfort than for any sexual reason, and barely seemed to react to me entering the apartment. I sat there with them awkwardly watching the rest of the movie, her mouth not leaving his member until the end credits.

Another time, I was at our kitchen table doing some work on my laptop while they were in Ethan’s room doing exactly what I thought they were probably doing. Ethan’s bedroom door opened and my eyes were drawn instinctively to see him walking out carrying Jess bent forward in front of him, his muscular arms flexed and his large hands holding her up by her hips.

They were both fully nude, and it took a couple of seconds for me to realize that Ethan wasn’t just holding up Jess in front of him – he was still inside of her.

“Hey, look at this!” Ethan called over to me. He was laughing, and thought this was hilarious. It definitely gave me the normal pangs of shame and humiliation, but it was almost endearing that he wanted to include me in this, and genuinely thought it would be a funny thing to show me.

In Gülveren Escort practice though, seeing Jess also giggling while trying to supress the surges of pleasure that came as Ethan’s massive cock shifted inside of her with every step he took as he easily carried around my girlfriend couldn’t have been more emasculating.

He walked up to within a few feet of me, and Jess was now close enough to even be able to reach out and touch me. He then started to move Jess’ hips so that he was lightly pumping his thick dick in and out of her.

That was when Jess, being held off the ground by two hands and a large cock, her face a couple feet from mine, couldn’t hold back the floodgates any longer, and despite her hard work trying to supress it, started to cum.

I had been around her getting off without me before, and even with Ethan a few times, but I’d never stared straight into her face head-on while another man gave her a very hearty orgasm. She moaned and squealed in a way she never had with me.

Then, when the orgasm had passed and a rush of contentment flowed through her, Ethan turned around walked her back to his room. Jess continued with low moaning as I watched Ethan’s round muscular ass walk her back behind closed doors to continue with their Olympic-level fucking.

In the weeks after the big turning point in our apartment, our whole dynamic started to leak outward in different ways, and was no longer something that stayed just between the three of us.

Jess’ friend Lara was over at the apartment one day. I had left the two of them to catch up by heading to our bedroom, but I hadn’t closed the door all the way. I wasn’t trying to purposely spy on them, but when they were talking and I could vaguely hear it through the crack in the door, I started to pay more attention out of curiosity. To be fair, I didn’t expect the conversation to take the turn that it appeared to be taking.

“It’s HUGE,” Jess murmurred, exasperated. Immediately I knew what the topic of conversation was. “SO thick.”

“Oh my god, do you have pictures?” Lara inquired.

“He’s home, I’ll just show you,” Jess responded. Wait, what?!

“What about your boyfriend?”

“He doesn’t care. We’re open like that.” Well, I guess technically this was true, it just sounded strange to hear it said aloud like that.

I could tell they were heading toward Ethan’s bedroom, and I leapt up toward the door, waiting until they had entered his room before I left ours. They had left Ethan’s door open a crack as well, luckily (wait, luckily?). I peered through the crack to catch what was going to happen, telling myself it was just normal run-of-the-mill curiosity driving me.

Ethan was already standing up, and Jess, without a modicum of hesitation, yanked down his shorts, his thick bulge in his tight briefs swinging from the motion. Even held back within underwear, it was still an awe-inspiring penis to see. Lara let out a quiet surprised squeal, obviously a little nervous in this situation. Thankfully for her, Jess’ confidence was more than enough for both of them.

Jess quickly grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down as well. His full cock unfurled, snapping back up to tap Jess’ chin and just narrowly missing Lara. “Go ahead, grab it,” Jess said, proudly wielding it in her hand (as much as a dainty hand can wield something that massive), and pointing it at Lara.

She hesitated for a moment, then grabbed it with both of her hands, and started with slow, deliberate jerking movements as she bit her lip. Ethan’s cock started to harden even more, although it was already long enough to accommodate the three hands.

Jess had a huge smile on her face that she couldn’t contain, clearly noticing how much Lara was enjoying this interaction. “You can lick it, Ethan won’t care.”

With less hesitation than before, Lara licked the head of Ethan’s cock slowly, really savouring it. Of course that was just a gateway lick, and her inhibitions vanished as she started licking it more thoroughly up and down the shaft.

Finally, Lara took the end of the cock in her mouth, and Jess started to suck along the length of it. The two friends were fully blowing Ethan now, another threesome between Jess and Ethan when I’d still had none.

Despite the jealousy though, my legs began squirming as I realized I was getting turned on as well. I started quietly Escort Gülveren rubbing my dick through my pants, the sensation reminding me that I was wearing a pair of Jess’ panties today (light blue cheeky ones).

I went back to our room and for the first time, got off while Jess was taking Ethan’s cock.

Even though I was still conflicted about that experience, it was still a net positive for me. Still, not every instance of our unique relationship leaking into the outside world was satisfying in the same way.

One Saturday night, Ethan’s friend Darren was hanging out at our apartment. Jess and I were coming home from a date night out, and they invited us to have some drinks with them.

One thing lead to another, and we began a game of truth or dare while drinking, which soon turned into just drinking and dares after Darren stopped letting any of us play it safe with truths.

Jess was determined to take full advantage of the situation and the social pressure this would put on me. It wasn’t long before she decided the stakes had ramped up sufficiently that she could get away with giving me a more extreme sexual dare.

“I dare you to grab Ethan’s dick!” she giggled, figuring she had me dead to rights. Even in the context of the game, I didn’t want to have to do this now. After some negotiating, Ethan suggested we all get one veto, and I used mine as quickly as I could formulate the words.

This was still eye-opening in its own way though. I could tell how much Jess wanted this. It was almost alarming how I thought about this act, as if it was now an inevitability – if Jess wanted it, then it was going to happen eventually.

I was able to put it out of my mind for that night at least, and I agreed to the replacement dare Darren gave me confidently and assertively, as if the vetoed dare could have somehow resurfaced if I wasn’t quick enough.

It wasn’t until after agreeing that the reality of the dare truly sunk in – he’d said I’d have to go down to get our mail from the ground floor of the apartment building in my underwear. A little embarrassing, sure, but as long as I was fast, I could maybe… uh oh…

My mind raced, fighting against the handful of drinks I’d had by this point, trying to remember what I was wearing under my clothes. Had I put on Jess’ panties today? I looked over at Jess in a panic, and the sneer on her face gave me the answer to that question.

“No more vetoes, you have to do this dare!” she teased in a sing-song voice, already pulling my shirt off. I tried to cycle through excuses or explanations, but froze in the moment in a drunken stupor.

Then Jess pulled my pants down, exposing her not-quite-a-thong but still extremely cheeky grey polka-dotted panties with a pink bow above my small bulge (oh, right, I’d worn these because I thought they were comfortable…).

“She dared me to wear these!” I was able to blurt out before clamping my hands over my crotch in a mostly useless act of modesty. Jess was cackling with glee, but I could also tell she was immensely turned on by exposing me like this.

Ethan and Darren were laughing, although Darren was obviously much more surprised, and couldn’t help pointing at me. Ethan gave me another playful slap on my ass; he seemed to do this any time my pantied cheeks presented themselves.

“Wow, better get that mail REALLY quickly dude!” Darren laughed. In my intense humiliation I’d almost forgotten that this was by far the least nerve-wracking part of this dare.

Jess shoved me out the door of our apartment, and, mail key in my hand, I started running as fast as I could with hands over my little bulge, the laughter in the apartment fading out with distance. I pressed the button to call the elevator, internally praying that it would be empty.

Thankfully, nobody was coming down in the elevator, and I hopped in. My nerves were more on edge than they’d ever been. Underneath my hands, my dick started hardening as adrenaline coursed through my veins.

It was late enough that the ground floor was also empty, and I was able to rush to our mailbox. Unfortunately, Ethan had a huge package waiting in the package locker, so my hands were full for the trip back up in these skimpy panties.

Jess finally got my hands on Ethan’s big package in this game, I thought to myself, very momentarily getting distracted from the daunting Gülveren Escort return trip.

The elevator going back up was empty again. I was almost home free. Carrying the package with both hands left me feeling very exposed, especially as I was nearly fully hard now, Jess’ panties’ little bow now resting above a small pitched tent.

I got back up to our floor, and saw a neighbour heading into her apartment, but the commotion caused by my rush to get back to our apartment caught her attention, and she glanced over.

I was facing her like a deer caught in headlights, but quickly turned away to finish my sprint down the hallway to our front door. If she hadn’t seen my dick pushing against the fabric of Jess’ panties from head on, she might have noticed it in silhouette as I turned around, and she had to have seen my round little cheeks, mostly exposed, with the panties wedged up between them.

This was the worst outcome of the night, or at least it was before I made it back into the apartment. I rushed in, tossed the package down, and closed the door behind me before making sure to cover up my erection with both hands again, not ready for the sight in the apartment that awaited me.

Darren was standing in the middle of the room with his pants down around his knees, and Jess was knelt in front of him. I could piece together the gist of what was happening, but Ethan gave me some more context.

“I dared her to suck his cock!” Thanks Ethan.

I’d almost gotten to a point of being okay with Jess being sexual with Ethan, and even in the context of a threesome with hiim and another woman, but I wasn’t ready for how humiliating it felt all over again to see her sucking a new man.

Jess turned to face me smiling, which exposed the sight of Darren’s cock to me: it was a hair smaller than Ethan’s (which I’d seen extensively enough to be able to mentally compare to others now), but was even thicker.

I could tell Jess wasn’t just completing the dare out of a sense of duty, but she was enjoying every moment of it. This was made more clear by the fact that she hadn’t used her veto for the night on this dare.

She sucked his cock with as much vigour as she did Ethan’s on the daily. I stood there, covering my still-hard cock, as her moans ramped up. When the moans reached a climax, she took the massive piece out of her mouth to turn to Ethan.

“Come here, I need to suck you too.” Damn. “Need”, not “want”. Ethan stepped over, pulling his jeans down and letting his already erect member spring up to Jess’ eye level.

She took one cock in each hand and began alternating between them with her mouth over the soundtrack of guttural moans. There was no delicate servicing here, no cute kisses or light licking of the heads. Jess was satisfying her deep primal desire for multiple fat cocks and her laboured sucking reflected that.

It would have been impressive if it wasn’t so humiliating for me to watch while standing around with her panties wedged up my butt. She stopped only to take both cocks at once and rub them over her cheeks and eyes and nose and mouth, burying her face in cocks.

Darren was the first to say he was going to cum, but this triggered a terse “Me too,” from Ethan. A true cock whisperer, Jess took it out of her mouth, and started jerking both off at different speeds. Was she timing them to cum at the same time? Was that even possible?

Sure enough, within a second of each other, Darren and Ethan’s cocks started spurting out intense streams of cum as Jess positioned her face in their path. Her mouth was involuntarily open, and it was obvious to anyone who could have seen her how turned on she was once this started.

She squealed as her face got plastered, and the corners of her open mouth curled into a smile in her ecstasy as a solid amount of their cum shot directly into her mouth.

Standing there through the whole dual blowjob process, I actually reached a point of being happy for her; I loved Jess and it turned me on to see her so excited and so immensely satisfied.

I realized that I hadn’t just been hiding my cock behind my hands, but had inadvertently been rubbing myself under their cover. Watching these two hunks with their massive fucking cocks mark my girlfriend as theirs in front of me while feeling the wedgie of these cheeky panties in my bum was turning me on to new levels.

Oh no, hold it back, stop, pull your hands away a little, fuck, not now. It was too late, and I reached a point of acceptance as I came harder than I’d ever cum on my own, soaking my panties as Jess turned to face me with the biggest cutest smile on her cum-covered face.

Well, now I really needed to find my clothes.

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Cuckold Savannah Pt. 02

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Her tights have holes ripped in them, like Swiss cheese… or any cheese with holes in it for that matter. My tights, if i wear them, have no holes because why would they? I don’t have the pleasure of getting them ripped in the heat of the moment, in pure sexual aggression, by a burly man with a tree trunk between his legs.

No, I don’t get to have my panties pulled to the side and my pussy smashed into sexy oblivion. I don’t even possess a pussy, Savannah has a clitty instead. And if my panties are pulled to the side, it’s only a precursor to humiliating remarks and playful torment…

I’m laying on my back in a pair of white cotton panties and nothing else, and beside me lies Rachel. She’s sound asleep. On my other side is Ryan who is also fast asleep but on his stomach. We three are under the covers and I’m staring at the dark ceiling.

It’s 4am, I’m between two lovers, their sex smell fills the air, lingering like smog. What started out as some kinky playful challenge to myself in the evening the night previous, has turned into lying between two partners who have spent the last few hours screaming and moaning, all as I watch hopelessly and without release. I need to touch myself.

I run my hand down my left side on the mattress slowly to reach my now throbbing clitty, but there’s something, a speed bump. Rachel’s leg is laying on my waist, just above my leaking nub. I’m actually pressing up against her thigh through the cotton. In my sleepy state I never clocked on to how we were positioned. She’s got her arm over my chest and her groin is practically smashed up against my hip. I dare not move to wake her, but my clitty is throbbing and I’m clenching my muscles in spasms. My breathing quickens as I realise what’s happening. My cuckold fantasy, which I’ve held secret and dear for so long, has finally been made real. And like Ryan only hours ago, I too am now in a state of sexual ecstacy.

Only, I am unable to do what he did to rid himself of that torrent of carnal energy. I can’t fuck Rachel, I can’t fuck anyone. I’m lying next to her, her still-cum-covered pussy leaking only inches from my clit. I can feel her juices. But I’m beside her, and she sees me as her girlfriend. I’m never getting that pussy.

As the thought penetrates my mind, the part of me that craves denial and humiliation takes over and I start panting and moaning heavily, like a little girl. I try to keep quiet but it’s hard. I make a small whimper and bite my bottom lip, as I feel something moving.

Rachel’s adjusting her position in her sleep, she moves closer, her head now resting on my shoulder and her Hüseyingazi Escort pussy over my hip bone. She’s centimetres from straddling me.

I try not to buck my hips but it’s devilishly difficult. I ever so slightly rest my head on hers and…

“What’s going on, little girl?” the slightest of whispers. She’s been awake for some time, aware of my struggle. A hand pinches my nipple as the words come out and in my arousal I can only offer a hazy, sleepy, horny affirmation in an attempt to move closer to release.

“I’ll never fuck you Rachel. I’ll never fuck you. I’ll never -“

“Mmm,” a sleepy noise of enjoyment. She places her mouth on my ear and lets the words tumble out, “and why’s that?”

Shes running her hand over my chest slowly and she adjusts her position again. She’s now fully on top of me, her pussy on crotch, my panties the only barrier between her skin and my precum-oozing clitty. She straddles me, placing her legs at either side and her head rests beside mine, on the pillow. “Tell me why Savannah will never fuck Rachel baby. Explain it to me, like it’s a TV show hehe, The Sissy Cuckold.” There’s that girlish glee, fuck it makes me squirm. “That’s it, come on, use your hips, hump those panties against me and explain why Savannah will never, ever, evvveeerrrr (she clasps my hands in hers and grips them tight) fuck Rachel.”

I strain to get the words out.

“Because I-“

“Because Savannah you mean? 3rd person, distance yourself, it makes you sound even more slutty.”

“Because Savannah is a sissy.”

“And sissy’s dont fuck?” Fake confusion, to add to the humiliation.

“Savannah never fucks. She doesnt deserve to. She watches.”

“She watches what?” Rachel has now slightly lifted up her hips so that my panties only make contact with her when I thrust my own hips up to meet her. She must know I’m close.

“She watches Rachel fuck her -“

“She watches Rachel fuck *this*” She uses one hand to turn my head so that im facing Ryan. “Savannah watches Rachel fuck this alpha male, and she never ever gets to join in. Is that what you’re saying?”

She puts her hand on my chest, pressing me down, and slowly falls back on to me with her whole body weight. Like a girl in love with her boyfriend, just being one with physical contact. But instead, she doesnt love me, well, not in that way.

I whimper a small noise, an affirmation.

“Mmhmmmm.”

“Tell me you’re a beta baby. Tell *him*.”

“I’m a beta.”

“No no noooo, again. Tell this alpha male, the one who’s cum is dripping down your pathetic Hüseyingazi Escort Bayan excuse for a cock, out of my cunt, through those cute little soaked panties as we speak, that you are a beta male.”

“I’m a stupid little beta bitch. A sissy, a cuckold whore. I’m addicted to porn, and to denial, and to having women tell me they would never fuck me. I have a clitty. I only get to watch. I… I” I’m seconds from having a handsfree orgasm looking not at her, but her boyfriend, when Rachel slides off me and back to her original sleeping position. She kisses my cheek softly and whispers “You don’t want me do you little girl? You don’t want this tight pussy, these perky tits. You don’t want to “Uhh! Mmfhh! Fuck Rachel!” at all. You want-” She turns me on my side, facing Ryan, comes up behind me as the big spoon, pulls my panties’ hair-thin waistband up slightly on either side and holds my waist. “- I think you want him don’t you?”

I’d always convinced myself i was completely straight all my life. I would fantasise about the girls at school as I touch my undeveloped cock in the shower (I started masturbating around 12 years old). I would watch lesbian porn because that seemed to me to be the kind of thing a young teenage boy did.

But now I think on it, that’s basically it. All my interactions with women were either in my head or digital. In real life I was always slightly terrified of them. I began developing fantasies, and rather quickly after the straight fantasies I must admit, of being in the girls’ changing rooms naked and in the shower. Obviously in this scenario I somehow, like a moron, went into the wrong changing room, walked straight past all the skirts and heeled shoes, failed to notice the perfume smell in place of ball sweat and too much deodorant, and undressed to shower.

And in my mind, again at maybe the age of 13/14, I would imagine having myself with a tiny thing between my legs. I would be dancing under the water and enjoying the feeling when suddenly the girls would come back from gym class. Fuck! I’m in the wrong room! My clothes are in the corner!

Now this is obviously a very scary place to be in, even in one’s mind, and obviously this would cause me to start heavily trying my best to masturbate in my shower at home as I imagine a whole class of girls returning and undressing (of course I dont get to see that. There’s the beginning of denial in my life i suppose) unaware of the scared little boy in their shower. What happens next you can probably imagine. Shrieking and giggling follow, as they slap my hand away from covering Escort Hüseyingazi myself and pull me by the hand out into the changing area to show off what i don’t have. They dry me and force me to put on some leggings or some panties and a skirt and tell me that I simply must walk next door into the guys changing room and stand in the middle of them, my hand pulling my skirt up to reveal my cotton-covered member…

By this time I’m absolutely spent in my shower at home, sitting on the tiles panting. I would always rub myself to an orgasm of sorts, but for many years I dont recall reels of white shooting out on to the shower’s glass walls, or making a small pool of cum on the floor even. I recall, and maybe my mind is retrosospectively doing this to reinforce more current wiring, simply nothing coming out. Years of dry orgasms in the shower or in my bed, imagining crossdressing and humiliation and not being good enough…

I feel pressure on my lower back. Rachel is slowly pushing my forward and into her man’s warm body. “Sorry Savannah (said with more joy and wickedness than a witch having her masterplan realised), but I don’t think you should be even thinking about my body next to your one. I think you should instead hold him, my hot boyfriend, with your back to me. Don’t worry, You can see me when we all wake up, but I’ll be dressed by then. I think too much skin makes sissy hard doesn’t it?”

People react in their sleep, whether it’s to the cold, or to a dead leg, or an itchy nose. The body will adapt in the moment, never interrupting slumber. As Rachel pushes me into Ryan his body reacts in the worst, and best, way for me in the moment. In a matter of seconds we’ve adapted our bodies together and I’m lying on my back, his arm across my chest, and his leg way over my waist.

Exactly how this all started.

Except, now, there’s something extra, I have a warm, wonderful cock sleeping on my excuse for an erect member, who is twitching under the panties. I gasp for air and lean my head back.

I’m being pressed down on the bed by the weight of this hot body, and it’s making me quiver. I turn my head to face Rachel who is now on the other side of the bed.

“Goodnight Savannah, that was fun. Bedtime for beta.” She takes the waistband of the panties on one side in her hand and pulls it before letting it lightly smack against my waist, instantly making me ‘hard’.

“Oh, and he likes to wake up with a handjob.” She winks at me. “Good luck.” She turns around and faces away from us to fall asleep…

His sperm is literally glazing my now softening clitty and balls from my panties being soaked earlier, and some has made its way down the crack in my small bottom and has run over my boypussy.

I close my eyes and a wave of fulfillment washes over me.

I’m a cuckold.

And I’m Limp.

With a wet pussy far away me and a man’s cum on my clitty.

All I want is my cage…

…

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Sex Pet Recovery Ch. 04 – PROBLEM DOUBLED

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Robert now had to deal with Dave. He always liked Dave. He was just disgusted with what he did to women. Now Dave had become a problem. It was time for Tony to give Robert a favor.

Robert called Tony and asked if he could come and see him.

“Bobby, you know that is not a good idea.”

“I know, but I need one of your favors, and I am not going to say it over any phone, especially one around you.” Tony had told him to never say anything on a phone that he didn’t want the feds to hear. Tony had learned from personal experience.

“Ok. Be ready and one of my boys will pick you up. You will need to be blindfolded.”

“Not a problem, Tony. Thanks for this.” Tony’s car came within two hours. The two large gentlemen blindfolded Robert and he sat in the back of the car for another two hours. He figured they were doubling back and going around to put off the distance they really were from Tony’s place. Robert didn’t care, he didn’t want to know anyway.

The car finally stopped, and they led him out to a doorway. When he was inside, they took the blindfold off and pointed to another door inside. Robert headed for the door and knocked. The door opened by another large man who motioned him in and to stop. He patted Robert down, and then let him through. He went through another door, and he was in a nice room with comfortable furniture. Tony was sitting behind a desk. He stood up when Robert entered the room and hugged him. He motioned for Robert to sit down.

“Thank you, Tony for seeing me personally. I consider this one of your favors you owe me. What I need will take care of everything else.”

“If it is that serious, give me a minute.” He got up and asked the two men in the room with them to leave. They looked at him like they didn’t want to, but they weren’t going to argue with Tony. When they were alone, Tony said, “This room is bug proof. It is protected by a revolving scanner that blocks all frequencies every second. Now, what is your problem?”

Robert took a deep breath. This could get tricky. “Tony, you are aware of the sex slave trade market in this town, I know. I know you do not participate in that. There are some things your people don’t want to do. I appreciate that. My problem is my friend Dave. He works for the people in this trade. He has used Pedro’s establishment as a recruiting ground for new girls. Pedro had asked him to not come there, and he had stayed away. I have bought three of his girls to get them away from him, and I have helped him with a girl he almost killed. I don’t know why he didn’t just dump her body into the river like his people to all the time, but he didn’t. Now, he has returned to Pedro’s and Pedro and him had words. Pedro was threatened by Dave, saying his people would take care of Pedro if they didn’t let him recruit there. I am here with Pedro’s blessing, but it is my favor I am calling in. I know your two organizations stay away from each other. I am hoping you can negotiate something that gets Dave out of Pedro’s business. There it is.”

Robert sat and waited to hear what Tony said. “Robert, I am glad you brought this to me. We appreciate how Pedro conducts his business. He never involves us, and we like that. I am glad he is going through you for this. You are correct. We have a truce with that organization. However, we do have a way to negotiate differences. I will begin that negotiation, and let you know what the result is. I will still leave one of your favors alone. We are almost even. I have never worried about you taking advantage of me with these favors. Thank you for your professionalism in business matters.”

“Tony, thank you. I know how the world works. All I want to do is survive and live a good life. I will await word from you.”

Tony motioned to the window, and the process was completed in reverse. He was home in two hours.

He now had his personal bed mate’s situation to resolve. He now had four he had to balance. He decided to take a night off between each one. He called them together for a meeting.

“Ladies, by now you know I have bedded Mary. She is quite good at this. Boğaziçi Escort The late husband was a fool in more ways than one. However, I now want to resume with each of you. I have decided to take a night off between each of you. That is basically once a week. I know that is too little for some of you, so I have a solution for now. I am suggesting that you ladies pair up and enjoy each other from time to time. I know the ones of you I rescued from Dave have done it. Maybe one of you could see how Mary here feels about trying it out. I left off with Anna, and I wish Anna to come to me tonight. Thank you very much.”

Anna came to his room that night. She looked magnificent. She dropped her robe and climbed into bed. “Have you talked to Mary since the night I had with her?”

“Yes. She is on cloud nine. I don’t know what you did to her, but she is practically giddy.” Robert reached for Anna, and she reached back. They fell into a clutch of arms, legs, and mouths until they fell asleep.

The non-profit was finally approved. Robert deposited the check he had been holding and they were off and running. He bought a small veterinary clinic as a front and let the woman doctor who had owned it, continue to run it. It was now a non-profit. He called Dr. Merriweather to come to the house to see him.

“Thank you doctor, for driving out here. I appreciate it.”

“No problem. I wanted to see what you are all about anyway.” She was a fifty something woman who looked like she had to fight for everything she had.

“I am glad you wanted to. As our name implies, we are a pet rescue non-profit. We will push every dog and cat rescued through your clinic. You will be paid for the cost plus a bonus above your salary for your service. If you have any problems, feel free to call me. You are to rescue as many pets as you can. We would like you to set up adoption fairs, and anything else you wish to help with this cause. Do you have any questions?”

“Sure, if I am doing the work, what are your people doing?”

He liked her already. He laughed. “Good question. None of my people are on salary at the non-profit. We have other things we are working on. Their salary does not come out of your budget. Your budget is strictly for your clinic.” She relaxed when she heard that. She asked a few more questions, but she had no real concerns. Robert assured her no one there had any intention of going into the veterinary business. She would have complete autonomy. She left satisfied.

They had no issues until Robert got a visit from one of Tony’s men. He was asked to go to Pedro’s place now. He did so, wondering if this was about Dave. When he arrived, he saw Pedro, Dave, another man he didn’t know and one of Tony’s highest men. Tony’s man did the talking.

“Now that we are all here, we are going to resolve the disagreement between our company and yours.” He was talking to the only man in the room Robert didn’t know. He figured he was Dave’s boss. “Mr. Smith, here, and I have worked out an arrangement that both of our companies can live with. Mr. Smith, do you want to spell it out?”

“Sure. For the problems Dave has been causing your company, he is going to move to a new location. He can work for us in another area. In compensation for the trouble you have endured from him, we are giving you the product he presently has at his location.” Robert nearly threw up. More girls. He didn’t need any more girls. But he certainly wasn’t going to cause a problem for Tony. “Dave will take you to his house to give you”, he pointed at Robert, “his entire stock. When that is completed, he will disappear from this town. Are we all agreed?” Tony’s man nodded; Mr. Smith nodded. And no one else dared move.

“When they were outside, Robert walked beside Dave. “Dude, what the hell happened to you? You trying to get yourself killed.”

Dave was not happy. Robert was not SURE Dave wasn’t getting killed, even though it did not sound like it. Robert followed Dave to his house. There were a couple of other men Robert didn’t know there. Robert was sure they were Escort Boğaziçi there for Dave once they were finished.

Dave went into the back of his house and came out with a string of chained girls. There were four of them. They were blindfolded. This was no game. Dave helped Robert get the girls packed into the back of Robert’s car. They chained them to the front headrest. The girls were very quiet. They must have been terrorized to be this quiet.

Dave talked to Robert before he went back into the house. “Man, I never should have gotten drunk and threatened Pedro. My people are very careful with Tony. He has a national and international reach. I will survive this only because Tony’s man said you didn’t want me killed for this. I don’t know if that is true or not, but I thank you anyway. Have a nice life. You will never see me again.” Dave went back into the house.

Robert had to sit in his car for a moment to stop shaking. He had to get out of this business. It was going to kill him.

He called Anna and told her to get ready for a new batch of girls. When they arrived, he pulled into the garage and closed the door. He was met by all four women. That was good because he had four new ones, and they would each need someone. He unchained the women, and they were helped out of the car. Their blindfolds were removed, and Robert saw why they were so quiet. Their mouths were taped shut and they looked like they were completely zoned out. They must have been drugged. Each of his girls took a girl and went upstairs to a bedroom. They would have to stay with them until they woke up so they could tell them they have been rescued. He was sure they would not believe it. The girls removed the tape, and all binders on them. They laid each on a bed and waited for them to wake up. He was still shaking, and he needed something.

He asked Vicki if she could spare Mary. He needed her right now. Vicki smiled. By the time Robert had gotten into bed, Mary was there. She took her clothes off and climbed into bed. She could tell by how he looked; she wasn’t there for a fucking. He needed comfort. She wrapped him up in her arms and rocked him to sleep.

In the morning, as he woke up, she sucked him off quietly. It felt great. This woman did have skills. To see her head bobbing under the covers made him forget his problems for five minutes.

When she was finished, she popped her head out of the covers. Cum was still dripping out of her mouth. Her tongue caught the last drops and she looked at Robert and waited.

“That was the scariest thing I have ever been involved with. That meeting contained two men who have probably killed more people than we can count. The only reason these girls are still alive is because Tony insisted they pay a penalty. These girls’ lives are that penalty. I now must clean them up, and try to get them home, quietly. They drugged them. I am sure that was to scramble their brains. We have no idea if they are still in there or not. We could be stuck with four more puppy girls.”

Mary could see his problem. “Robert, honey. We can take care of anybody. These girls are lucky. They will live. Let’s get dressed and go see them.”

They went to inspect his newest “products”.

They found Anna by the first girl. She was a young black girl. She could be no more than eighteen if that. She was still unconscious. Anna shook her head.

They went to the next room. Vicki was here. There were two girls in this room. One was a young blonde girl, and the other was a red head. They were still out. The last room had Tabby. Her girl was another oriental looking girl with black hair. Also, out.

His girls could not sit there and wait for them to wake up. That could take days. He made the difficult decision to tie them down so they could be left alone some of the time. He couldn’t have them wake up and go running around on their own.

They were really drugged. None of them moved for two days. Finally, the largest of the girls, the red head began to stir. She looked to be no more than 18 or 19, and she probably weighed Boğaziçi Escort Bayan around 150. They measured her height at 5’5″. They undid her bindings and waited. She finally opened her eyes. She was terrified and afraid to move.

Anna was beside her. “Honey, can you tell me your name?” nothing. “Do you know your name?” She stared blankly at Anna. She looked at Robert and shook her head. This was bad. By the end of the day, they were all awake in the same state.

He asked his doctor friend, William to come over. “Can you get bloodwork out of these girls and see what they were drugged with? We rescued them from the slavers, but they had them so drugged up, we are afraid they may have scrambled their brains.

William looked at Robert and shook his head. “You know, when most people retire, they go find a nice quiet place to rest. You, my friend, are nuts.”

He got the results from William the next day. He didn’t try to tell Robert the name of the drug. That would be useless. He did tell him the result.

“These girls’ brains were scrambled. It will take a while to find out if they can pull out of it. I will give each an IV to help flush the drugs out of their systems. When the drugs are out, we will know if they are retrievable or not.”

After a week, they knew where they were. The girls had recovered completely, and were normal young women, with one glaring exception. Their memory had been completely wiped. They remembered nothing from before they woke up. Not one second.

William decided they had been given a specialized drug that affects the memory only. They would never remember any of their past. Robert figures the slavers decided they may have to give them back, but they weren’t giving away any of their secrets.

Tabby eventually identified each through the national missing persons website using their fingerprints. Robert called each family and brought them in one at a time.

They were overjoyed to see their girls again but horrified they would never remember them. When they showed the girls many pictures of them together, the girls would relax and begin the process of trusting these people with their new lives. Robert recommended they get counselors for themselves and the girls to help them with the transition.

Within a month, all four girls had been reunited with their families.

That was when the FBI showed up. They had been notified by one of the families and they showed up to try and track down what happened to them.

They interviewed everyone, but only Robert had any contact with anyone at all. Robert told them about Dave, how he knew NOTHING about what he was doing. He told them he had gotten a call from Dave one night, asking him to come to his house. When he got there, he said Dave told him he had to leave town and he needed Robert to help these girls find their families. Dave had put the girls in Robert’s car and told him to leave at once. As Robert drove away, he saw a car pick up Dave and leave through his rear-view mirror. That was everything he knew. He told the FBI that maybe Dave had been trying to rescue girls from these bad people and had gotten caught. The FBI thanked him and left. He never heard from them again.

The next several months passed quietly. Robert had developed a routine with the ladies. He had Vicki on Friday nights, Anna on Saturday nights, and Tabby on Sunday nights. The rest of the nights, Mary was starting to be there. It slowly became clear Mary was going to be his mate. The younger girls were okay with it. They were starting to think about their future, and they knew it wasn’t with Robert. He needed someone closer to his age, and they were glad he and Mary seemed compatible.

The two of them didn’t have sex every night. They became like the normal married couple. Sex when they felt like it, and just cuddling and sleeping when they didn’t.

Roy and Puppy were now allowing all of them around them. They started letting them into the house. Roy became their guard dog. Puppy became a playful companion to everybody. She would jump on the couch, and someone would scratch her ears or her belly. After a while, Roy didn’t pay any attention to anyone that was playing with Puppy. He knew she was his, and none of these people were going to take her away from him.

Life had settled into a routine, which meant something was going to happen to upset the apple cart soon.

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The Royal Fall Ch. 11

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Everything was going great for Meredith. Each day she got to sleep in late, be waited on hand and foot, and waste the hours away doing whatever leisurely activity happened to strike her fancy. The servants all looked super cute in their new uniforms, and none of them hesitated if she ordered a good hard fucking. In fact, most of her days were spent in some form of sexual activity. Her puppy was always fun to play with, and she’d gotten even more enthusiastic recently. Of course, everything paled in comparison to her Mistress. The best part of her day was always when Mistress Zenith came to reward her for being such a good girl.

Meredith knew that her mind was changed. Thinking was harder than it used to be, and sometimes she struggled to find the right words. If an idea got too complex it would start to get fuzzy, and it would be harder to focus on. At which point she decided it wasn’t worth the effort to think about, so she just moved on. On to whatever sexy thought next happened to float into her mind. But even though she knew her mind was under some sort of magical spell, she was happier than she’d been in a long time. Each day was free of responsibilities, free from the obligations and duties she’d put up with for so many years.

Much like her thoughts, her memories of the past were a bit hazy. Meredith remembered being the Queen, and she remembered her battle against Zenith. It wasn’t a pleasant memory. Meredith shuddered at the thought of how she’d struggled against her Mistress, using all the magic she knew to try and keep her at bay. Thankfully it hadn’t worked. And now as a result, she got to spend her days at her Mistress’s side in massive lust-fueled orgies.

“What do you think, Puppy? Aren’t you so much happier like this?” Across her thick thighs, Bellwyn lay on her back with her belly upwards. Although the suit covered most of her body, her tits were completely exposed, allowing Meredith to freely play with them at her leisure. Her soft hands gave them a firm jiggle, and she laughed as they flopped around in place. Her puppy tried to squirm out of her grasp, but Meredith held her firm. “You’re feeling extra playful today, aren’t you! Come on, I know you like getting rubbed.”

Their playtime was cut short, however. The air around them started to shimmer, and Meredith instantly knew who was coming. She let go of her pet and clapped her hands in excitement. A moment later, Zenith teleported directly into the room, her posture regal and composed as usual.

“Someone’s excited. How are you, my sweet babygirl?” There was a time Meredith would’ve been offended by such a condescending title. Now, however, she simply squealed in anticipation.

“Mistress Zenith! I’ve been, like,super horny thinking about you.” It was a bit redundant for her to say that. Meredith was always horny, and she was always thinking about her Mistress. Still, she wanted to show her appreciation as best as she could.

Zenith just chuckled at her enthusiasm. “I’m sure you were. And don’t worry, I’ll play with you till your heart’s content in a bit. But first, we have some business to attend to.” Her voice was low and seductive, but it had a firm edge that meant business. “There’s a very special day coming up, one that I told you about. Do you remember what it is?”

Meredith wracked her brain. She remembered the conversation, and being told about something important coming up, but at the time she’d been busy playing with her tits instead of listening. “Is it someone’s birthday?” Her face lit up in excitement. Birthdays meant celebrations, and celebrations meant orgies.

“No, nothing quite so basic. Soon we’ll be having the coronation ceremony!”

Coronation. It was a word that Meredith recognised, but she couldn’t quite remember what it was. Something about the Queen? Butshe was the Queen. Or at least, she had been. Still, her Mistress was excited about it, which meant it had to be a good thing. “Woah, that’s awesome! I bet it’ll be the funnest day we’ve ever had.”

Zenith shook her head. “You don’t even know what that is, do you.” She was still smiling though, and she ruffled Meredith’s hair in a playful manner. “Not that I blame you, of course. All dumb and giggly. You’re perfect like this, you know that?” Naturally, Meredith responded with a giggle. “But you can’t be a Queen like this. So you’ll need to give up the crown to someone else.”

That made sense to Meredith. She didn’t have any interest in being Queen anyway. Any time spent ruling was time she wouldn’t spend fucking, Demirlibahçe Escort and that just couldn’t be worth it. “So you’re going to be cora.. corno… become the Queen?”

“Why of course, my dearest. After all, I’mclearly far more fit to rule than you ever were.” Zenith was beaming as she spoke. “Although, don’t expect me to stay here all the time like you did. No, I’ll be leaving most of my responsibilities to my new lieutenant. Someone you should be perfectly familiar with.” She tapped her finger on her chin. “Come to think of it, your daughter was the one supposed to take over the throne. How do you think she’ll react when she sees you giving it away to someone else instead?”

The question confused Meredith. It felt so obvious, even for her. “Of course she’ll be happy. It’s what you want, and what you want always makes me feel good. Obviously Cherry will love the new Queen as much as I will.”

Although it had felt like a redundant question to her, Zenith’s smile implied that she was happy with her answer. However, before she could respond, there was a muffled scream from across the room. Bellwyn came charging towards Zenith, racing along the floor on her elbows and knees as best as her bondage would allow. She slammed into the sorceress’s shins, head first, doing her best to try and knock her over.

Naturally Zenith was completely unphased. Meredith, on the other hand, was deeply upset at her puppy’s outburst. “No! Down girl, bad. Bad!” She scooped up Bellwyn’s struggling form, pulling her way from their Mistress. “I’m so, so sorry about this. She’s usually such a playful girl.”

“Oh I know, believe me, I know how she usually is.” Zenith didn’t sound upset in the slightest. Rather, she sounded amused by the situation. “I thought I had trained her better by now. But no worries, this will provide for an excellent opportunity. I was planning to save this for later, but now…” Zenith raised her hand, and weaves of magic began to spiral around Bellwyn. “She’s been your puppy for long enough.

Meredith felt tears forming in her eyes. “I’m… I’m not going to have a puppy anymore?” There was a tremble in her voice, and her lip quivered as she spoke.

“Aww, don’t worry. You’ll still be able to play with her. You’ll just be playing with her in a different way, that’s all. And she’ll still get to be your puppy every once in a while, I’m just giving her some different duties.” The mystical vortex swirled into a vertical shape with Bellwyn trapped in the centre.

When the light cleared, Bellwyn was no longer a pet on the floor. Instead, she was merely a humanoid shape trapped in a rectangular frame, similar in size to a large painting. Her entire body was covered by a single sheet of latex, hugging her curves and pressing tight against her skin. A single tube ran from where her mouth looked to be upwards, but aside from that her entire face was covered.

Zenith waved her hand, and Bellwyn’s sealed prison floated over to a wall, where it hung in place above the bed. “There you go. She’s all safe now, and you can still play with her.” Zenith emphasised her point by moving a hand along Bellwyn’s breast, giving it a firm squeeze. Bellwyn moaned and writhed in place, but her limbs were trapped in a spread eagle fashion. “It’s quite a simple contraption. Two separate layers, with all the air between them sucked out. It leaves her trapped with no space to move. Quite ingenious, isn’t it?”

It certainlysounded impressive, although Meredith was having a hard time following the explanation. Regardless, she walked over and started massaging Bellwyn’s vulva. A sensual moan escaped the victim. Meredith squealed in excitement, and began poking and prodding around to see what other sorts of fun sound she could get her new toy to make. “Oh wow, this is so cool! Thank you Mistress, I’ll have lots of fun with this.”

“I’m sure you will, sweetie, I’m sure you will.” Zenith shook her head. “But don’t get too excited yet. I’ve got another toy for you, one that I’m sure we’ll be able to enjoy plenty.” Once again, Zenith worked her magic. This time she summoned a medium sized object into her hands. It was shaped like a disembodied torso, only it had fairly detailed anatomical accuracy. In fact, as Meredith looked at it, she realised it had an actual vagina. One that was glistening with moisture, throbbing clit fully erect, and outright pulsing with need.

“This is a very delicate toy, so we’ll need to be gentle with it.” Zenith inserted her Demirlibahçe Escort Bayan fingers and began rubbing. “Go ahead, you can feel it too. Just remember to use your lightest touch.”

That was an order Meredith was happy to follow. She inserted her own pointer and middle finger, feeling them next to Zenith’s inside the dripping pussy. Meredith gasped aloud in surprise. “It’s warm! And actually moist, I can really feel it!” She wriggled her fingers around more, revelling in the unique toy. “It feels just like a real vagina.”

Zenith chuckled at her reaction. “That’s because it is. Here, let me show you.” The sorceress waved her hand, and a circular image materialised in the air. It was showing the dungeons, with a nude figure frantically moving about inside of a cell. Her hair was messy and unkempt, and she was staring at an empty pedestal outside of her reach, head darting back and forth between it and down between her own legs.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen her, but that’s your daughter.” Meredith’s eyes widened at her Mistress’s words. Cherry was always so well composed and proper, so it was a surprise to see her in a desperate state. “You’ve been a good girl, and you’ve listened well. But some of the others… they need different kinds of motivation. Which is why I took away the most important thing in the world to her.”

That line hit Meredith hard. She couldn’t imagine something so precious and valuable being taken away. The sounds of moaning from the wall filled her ears as she stared at the pussy in front of her. “So now she can’t even masturbate? What’s she supposed to do with her spare time? Thatis mean.” She couldn’t imagine anything worse to lose. “Not that I’m saying you’re wrong, I’m sure she was a bad girl and she deserved it. But that’s such a cruel fate.”

“Indeed, it is a cruel fate. But it’s one you’ll be able to help her with.” Zenith pulled back, although she continued to stroke Cherry’s pussy as she spoke. “See, I’m going to have fun today, and I’m going to give out an orgasm. But I’m only going to give it to one of you. So if you want, I’ll make you cum, and then-“

“Okay make me cum.” Meredith didn’t even bother waiting for her Mistress to finish. She heard the magic words, and that was all she cared about.

Even Zenith blinked in surprise. “I… you haven’t heard the full story. Your daughter’s been getting teased for over a week now, constantly on the edge but never allowed to cum.” There was a sharp intake of breath from Meredith at the thought of going so long without cumming. “It’s been tormenting her, driving her insane. Even now she’s begging for forgiveness, and she’s willing to follow orders now, just like her mother.” That made sense. Meredith was smart enough to know that following her Mistress’s orders was good, so everyone else should follow them as well.

“Now you can give her an admittedly well-deserved reward,” Zenith continued, “and give her the climax she’s craving. She’s been so long without, and is really suffering. Or I can just giveyou a climax instead, even though you just had one.”

Meredith felt a little strange that her Mistress was still trying to lay out the options. Of course she remembered her precious daughter, and how much she loved her. She remembered there was a time she would’ve sacrificed everything she had to help Cherry reach her dreams. That was the sort of kind and loving mother Meredith had always been. She had treated her Kingdom the same way, being a caretaker and protector to anyone who needed it, regardless of what it cost herself. What choice would she make if she wasn’t under her Mistress’s spell?

Once again, Meredith felt her mind start to go fuzzy. It always happened when she focused too much on her past self. All that mattered to her was what she wanted here and now. And she wanted her Mistress to make her cum. Why would that be a bad thing? Each of her three orgasms that day had felt wonderful, that was without her Mistress.

“I want to cum.” She was practically drooling as she said it. “Please Mistress, I don’t care about whatever it costs, or what you’re doing with Cherry. I want to get fucked now!”

Zenith smiled. “Very well, I suppose that can be arranged. I’m glad you chose that, I’ve got something extra special planned for you.” Once again, Zenith began casting a powerful spell, only this time it was targeting Meredith herself. “You’re quite beautiful as you are, but I still think some changes are in order. Something Escort Demirlibahçe that’ll let the people see just how far their former Queen has fallen.”

Meredith felt a strange tingling sensation wash over her, like a limb falling asleep, but everywhere. Looking down at herself, parts of her were already starting to shift and expand. Her hips widened, and with them her already thick thighs became extra plump. She could feel her rear getting extra padding as well to match. Meredith had always had a large chest, but now her tits were expanding to ludicrous sizes, with every movement causing them to jiggle and ripple about.

However, the biggest change had to be one between her legs. Meredith’s clit was growing hard, harder than normal. In fact, it just kept growing past its fully erect size. Soon it was the length of her finger, and it was increasing in girth as well. She let out a giddy cheer as she realised what was happening. Her new cock finally stopped at a hefty ten inches, and it was thicker than anyone she’d slept with before. A pair of balls also dangled beneath her.

Meredith wrapped a hand around her cock. The feeling was electrifying, completely different than before. “Ooh, that’s nice. Thank you, Mistress!” She was still masturbating herself as she spoke. “I can’t wait to try this out in all sorts of new positions. Are you going to… help me out?”

“Not this time, no.” Zenith shook her head as she watched her plaything. “As fun as it would be watch you explore your new body, I’ve got other matters to attend to. But don’t worry, I won’t be leaving you empty-handed.” The toy containing Cherry’s pussy disappeared, and through the magical window, Meredith could see it reappearing on the pedestal outside of Cherry’s cell. Her daughter jumped at the sight, but there was no further reaction.

Another coalescence of magical energy formed in Zenith’s hand. “Do you remember your daughter’s maid? The one who was with you during the ritual?”

Meredith had to pause to stretch her memory. “You mean Valia? She was always such a dutiful and obedient maid.”

Zenith chuckled at her description. “Very good! And yes, she certainly was when you knew her.” Her spell finished casting, and she was holding another fake torso, with another real human pussy attached. Only this one had a small pair of tits over its chest, instead of the smooth fake material. “This one is different from your daughter. You can be as rough as you like. In fact, I fully encourage you to be as rough as possible.”

She handed it to Meredith, who wasted no time in exploring the strange toy with her fingers. The life-like nipples reacted perfectly to her touch, and there was already a hefty amount of lube pouring out of the pussy. “Wow, thank you so much Mistress! This is theperfect gift.” To Meredith’s lust-addled mind, she could hardly imagine anything better. She sat down on the bed, legs spread apart, and pressed the tits of the toy into her own massive pair. “I hope this feels good for you, miss maid.”

The tip of her cock pressed against the pussy, its warm and wet texture only exciting her further. Zenith took one final glance around the room. “Have fun with that, dearest! I’ll leave this display of your daughter here. Between it and Bellwyn, you’ll have plenty of material to excite yourself while you play with your new toy.” Meredith was hardly listening. She absentmindedly nodded as her Mistress teleported away, off to train another one of her playthings.

After a minute of soft pushing, Meredith’s cock slipped inside. It was everything she’d hoped it would be. Back in her days of being the Queen, Meredith had heard rumours about a perverse item, called an “onahole” by the people. It was essentially a handheld toy that replicated a vagina, and its entire purpose was to help pleasure cocks. Merdith felt like she was using an especially fancy onahole. It had nerves connected to a real person, but that didn’t matter to her. It was a warm hole she could fuck to her hearts content as much as she wanted.

As Meredith began pumping the toy up and down, lifting the torso and thrusting it back into it, she stared at the magical screen. Her daughter was furiously rubbing between her legs, screaming wordlessly into the void. But she wouldn’t get to cum. She would stay denied, while Meredith was allowed to cum over and over again, as much as she wanted. And why shouldn’t she be allowed to? It made her feel good, and whatever made her feel good had to be the right choice.

Her lusty moans filled the room along with the steadyschlap schlap schlap of a wet and messy vagina, one whose only purpose was to pleasure her. She would cum inside it, and she would cum again, and she would spray her cum on the toys tits and on her bed and all over herself. Whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

It was her right, after all.

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Mink Mittens

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An entry for the 750 Word Project 2023.

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He knelt before me, hands clutching my bottom, face buried between my legs. My hands pulled him in harder, his honeyed tongue driving my arousal higher and higher.

Almost there, I pushed away, stepped back. Shaking, my hand fumbled on the table behind me, tossed. His hands came up, caught the things in midair.

“Buckle up, lover,” I grinned.

I loved his smile at times like this!

Rising, his long fingers fastened the broad, brown leather cuffs around his wrists as I pulled the duvet off the bed, put it to one side, pointed at the bed. Straps and hooks were already in place. Moments later, I had his arms stretched above and to his sides. I left his legs free.

I climbed onto the bed, swung a leg up and knelt over his thighs. His organ was already happily erect. His eyes closed as I grasped his shaft, kissed its head lightly, ran my tongue around it.

He hissed as I gently ran my fingers up its length, off his hardness and onto his abdomen. Bending forward, I slowly swept my hands over his Akdere Escort Bayan chest, lingered at his nipples, pinched them gently before leaning into his smile for a long, loving, languorous kiss. His breath — red wine, cheese and my own ladyjuice — set me ablaze, a knot in my loins, nipples hard in anticipation.

I pulled away, knelt between his legs and began teasing his manhood with my breasts, circling his taut rim with my nipples.

I tapped his legs.

“Up,” I commanded.

Obediently, he lifted them, exposing his pucker. I brushed a blob of warming lube on my finger, ran it over his rosebud, laughed as it clenched. Another blob went onto the bulb of a new butt plug.

His hiss was different now as I swirled its tip, pushing deep into his anus, deeper still.

“Down.” His legs lowered, uncertainly, half-spooked by the stretching, ominous weight now within him.

I raised my hands, now with another new item, massage mitts made of real mink fur. I turned, knelt over his head, facing his feet. I gave a small gasp as his knowing Escort Akdere lips and expert tongue again swept over, dove into my hungry, welcoming depths. I felt my labia swell in delighted response, bent to reach his swollen, waiting wood.

The fine, soft fur drifted over his abs like warm morning mist, one mitten under his length and the other on top, flowing over his engorged crown, down his veined shaft, cupping his weighty balls in warm softness.

His thighs quivered as fur-clad hands swept up and down, circled, teased, polishing the velvet skin covering his bronze-hard pole.

Behind me, his tongue darted into my cleft, liquid lingering lips fanning my fires higher, then higher still as they found my pearl, sucking and nibbling.

I leaned down, mink-covered hands drifting over straining thighs, then catching his root, began rapidly stroking, softly, fractions of an inch. Above me, I heard his breath catch, felt his torso rising and falling, one heartbeat from release.

I wheeled off, surprised him with a ball gag, buckling it tight. Akdere Escort Again I knelt between his legs, pressing as I moved the control button for the butt plug. His cock wobbled, twitched as the vibrator surged against his prostate. I could hear it, feel it through the fur flowing over the silky skin of his manhood, faster now, his full length, up, down, again and again. His breath caught…

I shook off the mittens, seized his pulsing cock as jets of joy began erupting. I smiled as his torso settled back into release; there was to be no release for him.

Not now.

Not yet.

No.

His muffled bellows behind the gag became almost shrill, rising louder, more desperate as my fingers gripped his cockhead, squeezing, twisting, dragging it over my palm. His body bounced against the bed, desperate now and I was over him, impaling myself on his tormented length, bouncing, rolling my hips, squeezing within. His eyes rolled up, his body quaked, overloaded nerves begging for mercy denied.

I felt my own joy explode, sear through me, exultant fire in my breasts and lips and pussy. I collapsed onto his panting chest.

Later, a lifetime later, I lay in his freed arms, felt his loving hand clasp my hip in the darkness.

“I love you,” he whispered, “but you know what?”

“What?”

“It’s my turn tomorrow.”

“And…?”

“Be ready.”

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