Best Birthday

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I’d like to share with you the story of the greatest birthday party I’ve ever attended. Mary, the most incredibly beautiful girl in our dorm was turning 19, and she and her friends knew how to party. They bought enough alcohol to drown a whale, and did a pretty good job of drinking it too. As the night wore on, my roommate and I listened from our room across the hall to the party as it got more and more outrageous and loud. By eleven o’clock shrill laughs pierced the air almost constantly.

I stopped by at one point, just to wish Mary a happy birthday. I was greeted at the door by her swaggeringly inebriated friend, Katie, who moved out of the way to reveal five delicious beauties sitting around a beat up coffee table covered in red plastic beer cups and bicycle playing cards. At the head of the table was Mary, looking absolutely amazing as always. She was tall and slender, with long, wavy, brunette hair that fell over her shoulders, resting lightly atop her high, round breasts. Her face was exquisite; she had big blue eyes that sparkled when she laughed; a small, red mouth with sexy, pouty lips, and a cute little nose that was turned up at the end. However, this girl was more than just physically beautiful; the delicate features of her face were made ultimately more gorgeous by the fact that she had such an innocent demeanor. This was the product of twelve years of Catholic school training. She spoke in a soft voice, and most certainly blushed any time something sexual in nature was brought up in conversation. The combination of her angelic face, curvy body, and virginal manner made her almost to good to be true. Every night I went to bed thinking of all the nasty little things I’d like to do to her.

I didn’t know it at the time, but tonight was going to be the night, but not in any way that I would have expected, or even imagined. The girls let me in for a while, and shared some of their giant stash of booze with me. After a couple of drinking card games, I started feeling a little braver, and started cracking jokes. After İstanbul Escort a few minutes, I had the girls doubled over in fits of giggly laughter. Believe me, I’m not all that funny, but after three hours of drinking like sailors these girls would have laughed at a funeral procession. I hung out there a little longer, but then they said that they would be going out soon, so I wished Mary happy birthday once more and went back to my room across the hall.

Around two o’clock I awoke on the couch to the sound of high pitched squeals coming from the hallway. I got up and peeked my head out the door, and there they were, five smoking hot girls stumbling down the hall, totally bombed out of their minds. “Hi!” they screamed in unison when they saw me, and then giggled some more and pushed each other against the walls of the hall. I laughed and then closed the door. At least they had had fun tonight. My roommate was gone that night, so I had the room to myself. Seeing those girls all dressed up for the club had jump started my libido, and so I sat down in front of the computer and started to look up a little something-something to get off. I flipped though pages of internet porn, stroking myself lightly with my hand, as thoughts of Mary on her knees before me brought me close to cumming.

Suddenly, my door shot open! I quickly stuffed my dick back into my pants, clicked out of the website I was on, and angrily spun to see who had barged in without knocking. Slouched against the doorway was Mary, her head bowed, swaying slightly to and fro.

“Hey Mary, are you all right?” I asked.

Her head shot up, and she looked at me, taking a moment to focus her eyes on me.

“Hi! I was out tonight and we had a lot of fun and I thought I would stop by to see if I could do some more stuff tonight,” she slurred. She closed the door behind her, took a few steps forward and then flopped down onto the couch.

“Whatchadoin?” She said with an innocent grin.

“Nothing really, I was just bored, and you guys woke Anadolu Yakası Escort me up.” I replied.

“Oh, sorry,” was all she could muster. It was becoming very clear that this girl was about at the end of her rope. “I’m nineteen tonight. Tonight is a very special day.” She spun her body around and stretched out on the soft couch. “I’m going to stay up all night,” she said, the last few words almost a whisper. “Come on, entertain me!” With that, her eyes closed, and she passed the fuck out.

So here we have a really unusual situation. In front of me is the hottest girl that I’ve ever seen, in a red dancing dress that barely conceals her perky breasts at the top and is pulled up above her white cotton panties below, due to the way she had positioned herself on the couch. I look down at my pants, my dick still rock hard from touching it a minute before she came in.

It’s important to state that I’m not a pervert, and I would never touch a girl without her permission, under any circumstances. But seeing this girl lying there added to the bit of alcohol still floating though my veins gave me the courage to at least finish what I had started. That’s right, I was going to masturbate while I sat six feet away from the girl of my dreams.

I got up, walked over to her, and patted her cheek. She laid there like a corpse. I gave her a little slap, just to make sure. Nothing. “Oh man,” I thought, “if she wakes up, I’m fucked. I’ll be known by the whole school as the ultimate sicko.” But as I looked down at her beautiful face, sleeping soundly, with that look of angelic innocence- Look- You would have done it too.

I quietly pulled my dick out though the hole in my pants, and began to stroke it. She didn’t move, just laid there looking amazing. I thought about her full red lips kissing the tip of my cock, her little mouth opening to suck on the throbbing, purple head. I imagined her big blue eyes looking up at me as she sucked on me, her dainty fingers wrapped around the shaft of my dick, her Kartal Escort other hand cupping my heavy balls.

I got close in a hurry. I slowed down for a second, trying to savor the moment, but stopped too late. “Oh Shit!” I thought, how could I have shot past the point of no return without even thinking of where I was going to cum! I frantically looked around for a second, not knowing what to do, as my head started to spin from the impending orgasm. Oh shit was right. I was frozen in place by my own climax, and I couldn’t even think straight. I looked down at Mary’s face as I started to cum…

The first blast of cum boiled out of the swollen head of my cock and lobbed through the air, splashing messily right in the center of Mary’s face. This was not good. A huge yellowish-white blob of jizm completely covered her cute little upturned nose, pasting together her nostrils and dribbling down her upper lip. Without hesitation the second volley of spunk erupted from my quivering member, drooling across her closed eyes. Her long, black eyelashes became glued together as her left eye disappeared in a pool of hot white cum. It had been a week since the last time I had gotten off, and now my heavy balls were dumping a huge load all over this unsuspecting girl. A third and forth shot was unloaded, one dripping down between her closed lips, the other forming a rope from her left eye to her ear. Still I came some more, each wad a little less than the last, until finally my loins relaxed and I could breathe again.

Mary’s face was completely plastered with my gooey sperm. She looked so beautiful. Her lips parted, and she drew in a breath now that her nose was coated. Warm semen dripped from her sweet lips, into her mouth. Instinctively her tongue licked her lips, and she made a contented smacking sound with her mouth. It was so unbelievable, I couldn’t believe what had just happened. And she just laid there, totally unaware of the fact that I had just unloaded a weeks worth of baby batter onto her face. She probably hadn’t even smelled in her whole life, and now here she was with her first facial on her nineteenth birthday.

But I started to feel pretty antsy about the whole situation- I had to clean her up before anyone came by to find her. And clean her up I did…

…But not before I got a picture…

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Claire Gets Punished Ch. 04

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Mark opened the bedroom door to find his baby wife disobeying his order. He told himself to remain calm and turned off the TV. “This is not timeout,” he scolded.

“I am an adult, I do not go to timeout,” she scoffed. He sighed and left the room, he came back a few minutes later with a large leather strap, Claire had only been punished with it once and let’s just say she never did what she was being punished for again. She opened her eyes wide. “Are, are you going to use that?” asked a very scared Claire.

“Only if I need to,” he said trying to remain as calm as possible. “Now, I believe you were given a timeout.” Claire got off the bed, and walked over to the corner. She sat completely silent until she was told timeout was over, that strap was the most painful thing she had ever experienced.

Mark instructed her to lay down on the bed, at that moment she realized that she had taken her diaper off and started to panic. “Now, I need to make sure you’re healthy,” he motioned for her to turn over. He undid her pants and took them off, that’s when he saw the panties. He reminded himself to be calm and took off her pants. “Get back in the corner,” he scolded “and do not stall or I will spank your bare bottom so hard”. Mark had to put her in timeout to give himself time to calm down and think about what her punishment was going to be. The rectal thermometer was her punishment for refusing to nap and he needed something creative for this new offense.

He smiled, this was going to be fun, “come out of the corner now”. She walked back over to him and stood in front of him. He pulled her panties down and told her to put a pillow underneath her. She felt something coldish go in her bottom and she squirmed. “Stay still baby,” he put the lid on the lube and slowly inserted the thermometer. She realized what was going on and started to cry. “Now, while your temperature is being taken I am going to show you some new supplies,” he said as he pushed lightly on the thermometer.

First, he showed her the step stool and told her its use, ” this will be for timeout, it will go in the corner, we may also think of more uses”. He then went to look at the thermometer, it was still was not done so he moved it around a little and got the wooden spoon out of the bag. “This is for Claire’s Ataşehir Escort bare bottom when she is a bad girl, I am going to keep it somewhere we can find it easily,” he said as he showed her the words. He set it down on top of the dresser. The thermometer went off so he went back over to her. “You don’t have a temperature, but I am going to try one more time,” he got more lube and tried to insert the thermometer back into her bottom. Claire tried to clench up and Mark grabbed for the strap and gave her a hard smack across her thighs.

“Okay, okay don’t do that again please I won’t clench,” begged Claire.

He strapped her again then put it down and reached for the lube. He inserted the thermometer and picked up the box with the training potty. “This is for when my little girl is ready to stop wearing pull-ups and learn to use the potty.” He put the box in front of her for her to look at and moved behind her, gently pushing the thermometer in and out of her bottom. He took out the thermometer and told her to flip over.

She immediately did what he said fearing the strap. “Spread your legs kitten,” he instructed. He reached in one of the bags and got out the hair removal cream. “I am going to check for stubbles now and then we are going to discuss the punishment for taking off your diaper and after we discuss that I will put baby down for her nap.” Claire thought he was going to let that go but knew she should have known better. He rubbed all over and didn’t feel any stubble.

“Now you stay right here while we discuss what is going to happen for taking off your diaper. A hand spanking is not negotiable, you need to be punished, you will be diapered until Sunday afternoon and one other punishment,” he informed her.

“Come on it was just a joke,” whined Claire. He lifted her legs up and gave her 4 hard swats with the special spanking spoon.

“It was not funny,” he said as he held her legs there. “I am going to have to strictly humiliate you to make you learn your lesson. I need you to go to timeout for 5 minutes now little girl.”

“Naked?” she whined. Mark smirked, he was going to make this fun for himself.

“You will sit on the training potty in case you have to go pee-pee.”

“I am not doing that!” she exclaimed. Kadıköy Escort She really needed to watch her mouth.

Mark decided he was going to stay calm no matter what the misbehavior. He quickly got the seat out of the box, put it in the corner, and without a word took Claire’s hand and brought her to sit on it. He would have to give her two punishments before naptime.

When the five minutes were up he told her she can come out of timeout. “Does little girl have to go potty?” he asked.

“No.”

“Really? I don’t want you to go pee-pee on me when I give you spankins so I think I am going to check.” He got a diaper out and put it under her. He lightly pushed on her stomach and she relieved her bladder. “From now on, if you do not go potty on your own I will have to spank your little bottom.” He wiped her and then told her to stand up. “You’re going to get 20 spankins with my hand and 20 with the spoon, then we will talk about the rest of your punishment for being a bad girl.”

“That’s too many spanks,” said Claire as she started to cry.

“It’s 10 of each for both offenses,” he told her calmly. “Now get over my knee before I have to give you more.” He gave her 10 hard hand spanks on her bare bottom, followed by 10 with the spoon. “Stand up,” he commanded.

“What?” she said as she stomped her foot and crossed her arms.

“Do you need more for attitude?” he warned. “Now why did I spank you?”

“Because you’re mean,” she scoffed. He pulled her back over his lap, secured her legs and gave her 10 more hard swats with the spoon. She spent the entire time begging him to stop spanking her.

He stood her back up, “why did I spank you?”

“Because I took of my diaper and put on panties,” she said sadly.

“So what happens to bad girls who take off their diapers?” he said as he reached behind her and patted her bottom.

“They get spanked,” she said looking down.

“Good girl, now back over, I am going to spank you for refusing to sit on the potty in timeout.” She wanted to fight him, but didn’t want spanked anymore. He gave her the 10 spanks with his hand when she went to sit up. “Where are you going naughty girl?”

“You gave me 10 with the spoon already,” she said.

“That was for Bostancı Escort having a bad little attitude,” he informed her,” you are getting 10 more.”

“That’s too many,” she whined.

“You will get 2 extra for complaining about your punishment.”

“No.” she whined.

“Fine, two extras on each cheek, you better stop with the attitude.”

He spanked her with the spoon, slowly to make sure every swat stung. When he had given her 14 hard swats he smiled as he saw his wives very red spanked bottom. “Stand up,” he instructed “I am going to get you in a diaper then you’re going to the corner for 5 minutes. Then I will tell you what the rest of your punishment for being bad today will be then I am putting you down for a nap. Lay on your back.”

She laid on her back, she was so mad but was trying not to say anything fearing another spanking. He put the diaper under her, then went to the dresser to get powder and diaper cream. He was determined to thoroughly humiliate and looked all over the front of her for a rash. Then he powdered her generously and snapped her in tight. “Corner, let’s go,” he commanded.

“No.” she snapped.

“Lay on the bed, now,” he didn’t even look at her. Instead he went to get the strap. He walked back over to her and she instantly started to apologize. “Don’t even try, you are getting 5 swats. The only reason you’re not getting it bare bottom is I don’t want to waste another diaper.” He gave her the first swat, right on the back of her thighs. She reached back to guard her bottom. “Do you want 10?” That’s all he had to say, she moved her hands right back in front of her.

After he had given her 5 swats he told her to go to the corner. She instantly listened and went directly to the corner. After 10 minutes he told her to come back over to him, she was so sad and her bottom still stung. She sulked over and stood in front of him. As much as he wanted to hug her and hold her he knew he needed to be strict, after all the punishment had been dealt out he could do that. “You will be diapered through Monday morning, I am going to get a changing table big enough for you to change your diapers on and I will have to take babies temperature every morning”

She did not want any more punishment so she just silently nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Good baby,” he said as he stroked her hair “let’s get you down for a nap. We need to get some plastic panties and pajamas on you.” He put her in a pair of plastic panties and her pink polka dot pajama bottoms and then tucked her in for her nap.

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Cellulite Desires Ch. 01

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Ch. 01 – Lusting after the Cleaning Lady

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My name is Ron. I am a mathematical genius. I graduated from a very prestigious university with no college debt because I got the full ride. Upon graduation at the age of 22 I went to work for a large insurance company in Hartford as an actuary. I got a cubicle in a large open space office building and a huge salary.

This company had a lot of grumpy old men who managed it. It also had tons of young beautiful bookkeepers, secretaries and marketers. I made lots of friends with the other young people and found a few mentors among the older men. Computers were revolutionizing the insurance industry and I shined. The company realized very quickly how big of a genius I was and gave me the most challenging tasks with the tightest deadlines. I always delivered and within half a year I was promoted out of the cubicles to a nice office of my own and an even larger salary.

As I mentioned, there were literally hundreds of young, model hot girls who worked for this company but the woman who turned me on the most was Kamila. Kamila was a three-hundred-pound plus black lady on the janitorial staff. She was a stern no nonsense woman that carried an air of authority about her even though she was one of the lowest paid employees of the company. Despite her perfect white teeth which she showed off often with the biggest smiles even the highest managers were afraid to mess with her and everyone treated her with respect. She was in her fifties and was a huge mass of rippling cellulite! I was enthralled by how her rolls made her clothes bulge and how she waddled around the building! I couldn’t take my eyes off her HUGE ass whenever she vacuumed the carpets, mopped the floors or cleaned the windows. I was mesmerized by the way her cellulite would wobble and sway as she did her work.

I would always “accidently” rub against her as I walked by her in the hallways. I would also always go to her janitorial supply room to ask for screen cleaner or paper towels.

On one of these visits Kamila asked me strait out, “It always seems like you are making an extra effort to bump into me and to come to my supply room. What’s up with that?”

My heart was in my throat, I was nervous as hell and I don’t know how I had the balls to admit to her that I found her to be the sexiest woman in the company!

“Well if that is the case, then why don’t you invite me to dinner after work tonight?” She asked point blank.

“Sure.” I quickly replied and she asked me if I knew of this Italian place not too far away from our office building.

When I told her that I had dined there before she said, “Good, I get off at six this evening. Meet me there at six thirty.”

I agreed and tried to go back to work! Instead of numbers and code I had visions of cellulite enveloping me!

At six I left my office to head over to the Italian place. I arrived a few minutes early and waited by the entrance. At six thirty-five I Saw Kamila waddling over to the entrance. I held the door open for her and enjoyed the sight of her HUGE ass swaying past me. We sat ourselves down and waited for service.

“So why do find me so sexy?” Kamila asked.

I answered truthfully, “I hope you are not offended. It is hard to explain, but I can’t take my eyes off you when you are around. I yearn to touch you and to feel your skin against mine. I yearn for you and my pulse races when you are near.”

“That’s sweet.” She replied. “I bet you are attracted to large motherly types.”

The waitress arrived and we ordered. During the meal I found out that Kamila had two daughters. Both in their early thirties and that her husband left her for a skinny woman after the second was born. Being so fat and with two young kids she was never able to meet another man but found the lesbian scene where other women were much more accepting, and even sought out her size. I was fascinated to hear about her having affairs with women and the fact that she has had close fuck buddies for a long time now.

“So, you see it has been over twenty years since I have slept with a man.” I heard her say, “It was not by choice, but men were just not interested in a huge older lady like myself.”

“I nearly choked on my beer when I heard her say, “If you are still turned on by me, I would Kartal Escort love to experience taking a man to bed again.”

“Sure!” I replied with the classic line, “Your place or mine?”

“I would prefer mine.” Kamila answered. With that I paid the bill and we left for our cars. It was not hard being a gentleman and holding the door for her. The sight of her massive backside was plenty of reward!

Ten minutes later I found myself parking next to her in a run-down apartment complex. I opened her car door and helped her out. I followed her to a small one-bedroom unit up a flight of stairs. Once again, I was in awe by the swaying of her huge ass cheeks and the rubbing of her thighs. I could stare at her massive ass forever!

Once I had walked in to her unit, Kamila locked the door and just pinned me to the wall with her girth and frenched me hard! She had the softest fluffiest lips ever and I kissed her back with passion. I tried hugging her as best I could, but my arms could not reach around her waist. I just held onto some rolls of cellulite and kissed her back for all I was worth. Kamila grabbed my head between her fat hands and kissed me fiercely leading me over to the sofa. Where she plopped down dragging me on top of her.

I attacked her with vengeance now that I was on top. I could not get enough of her huge soft lips! Her tongue was like velvet and it almost filled my mouth when she inserted it. It was also so comfortable laying in her fleshy folds of cellulite ridden flesh. It was almost like a waterbed and when she wrapped her huge fleshy arms around my torso pulling me in tight, I felt her warm, matronly womanhood. I was enveloped in her flesh and knew that I had found the place where I belonged!

Eventually Kamila forcefully lifted my head away from hers. “You weren’t lying when you said that you found me sexy!” She exclaimed, “I can feel how attracted you are to me by the passion of your kissing and how your body wiggles against mine!”

“I would worship you forever, Kamila!” I exclaimed. “I can’t get enough of you!”

Kamila pushed me off her and led me to her small bedroom. I noticed that the appliances and furniture in her apartments were old and cheap but was impressed to see that the place was neat and clean. Once we reached her bed Kamila removed her blouse. I could not believe the size of her bra! It was beyond HUGE! She smiled at me when she saw my astonished face. I was impressed by how white and healthy her teeth were and by how young her facial skin looked. I guess when you have a lot of fat it stretches out the wrinkles. I reached out and hefted her huge bra encased tits. Not only were they huge but they were heavy! They reminded me of huge water balloons and I almost came in my pants when she unclasped the bra and they spilled out! Her nipples were the size of cherry tomatoes and were a rich purple black color. The areolas were the same color and the size of coffee mug coasters! I bent forward and took the right one into my mouth. It was so much bigger than any nipple that I had ever sucked on before. I sucked and nibbled and played with it in my mouth. Kamila wrapped her huge arms around my head holding it onto her fat stomach. I had never felt so secure and warm before in my life.

I must have lost track of time because I heard Kamila joke, “Hey my other nip is getting tired of waiting for it’s turn!”

Almost as if on cue Kamila loosened her hold on my head and I turned it 180 degrees and took her other nipple into my mouth. I loved how big it was! I could lick, suck, nibble and softly bite it and feel like I had a mouthful!

After a few minutes Kamila released my head from her enveloping arms and I could feel her removing her sweat pants. I tried to stay attached to her nipple as I felt her climb up onto the bed but my mouth lost its succulent prize.

“Come on, get undressed and get up here with me!” Kamila demanded.

“Kamila, I wasn’t planning this and don’t have a condom.” I stated.

“Don’t worry about that Honey.” She replied, “I am way over child bearing age. You have nothing to worry about.”

I had not thought of it that way because I had never been with a woman more than a couple years older than myself before. Realizing the benefits, I quickly removed all my clothes and jumped Pendik Escort up onto the bed. I could not believe all of Kamila’s lovely rolls of flesh! They were all so lumpy and dimply with huge amounts of cellulite and I could not get enough of it! I started Kissing and sucking on Kamila’s folds all over her belly, tits and arms. It was glorious! Soon Kamila had me held down tightly on top of her and started kissing me again. She surprised me by quickly rolling over and pinning me under her fabulous girth. I was already rock hard from excitement and apparently Kamila was already soaking wet because when she sat up on my midsection her pussy just sucked my cock right in!

Boy was I lovely, the wettest pussy by far that I had ever entered! I could feel her juices immediately start to ooze and drip down around my balls and inner thighs. And soft too! Like the absolute softest velvet. Her pussy must have been huge because it was not tight, but it was just so soft wet and warm! I could feel her pent-up desire as she started rocking on me. I warned Kamila that I was not going to be able to last long because she felt so good!

“That’s ok baby she whispered hoarsely, because you will always worship me, right?” She stated with a slight hint of questioning.

“That’s right Kamila!” I exclaimed in passion, “I would do anything to make you happy and pleasure you!”

“We’ll see.” She moaned as she started rocking faster on my over-hard cock.

“I’m gonna blow if you don’t stop moving!” I exclaimed mortified that I would not bring her off before I came.

She just started grinding into me harder and within a few seconds I was blasting a huge load of cum into her wet folds! It was glorious and I wiggled in the throes of my first awesome orgasm with her! Soon that oversensitive feeling came over my cock and I struggled to get away from her but she was way to heavy for me to be able to escape.

“What’s the matter?” she giggled as she continued rocking her massive girth on my cock.

“I can’t take it!” I squealed through clenched teeth as the hypersensitivity in my cock caused my body to spasm. “I am so sorry that you didn’t have your orgasm yet.”

“Oh, I will get it!” She asserted as she rolled off me and plopped down on the bed next to me. “Now finish me off orally! You promised me that you would always worship me!”

I was revolted and stunned. I had never ever thought of eating a pussy out after having blown a large load into it!

With trepidation I scooted down between her massive thighs. They were huge. Each one was easily twice the girth of my torso. The skin was smooth with a rippled texture almost like sand on the beach after the wave backwash has shaped it, due to all the cellulite. I started kissing and licking her right thigh. I could taste her wetness as I moved up.

“Come on, get to it I am hot right now Baby!” Kamila moaned as she bent her knees up giving me easy access to her nether region.

She had the biggest kinkiest bush that I had ever seen with a clit as large as my thumb peeking out of the top of her slit, which was almost totally hidden under the mass of that huge thick matted bush!

Here goes nothing I thought to myself as I parted her bush with my fingers and sucked in her huge clit.

“Oh, that feels wonderful Baby!” She moaned, “But tease me first and make sure you get all your load out of me first so that I don’t have to sleep in a cold wet spot.”

With fear of what I would taste but with a desire to please this goddess I parted her bush once again with my fingers the best I could and licked all the way from her taint to her huge clit. I could taste and smell the heady aroma of aroused pussy but there was also a bitter bleachy flavor mixed in. I knew it was my essence that I was tasting too, and my stomach felt queasy and I burned with a delicious shame from what I was doing. By the fourth or fifth lick I had gotten used to the flavor and I really started going to town! I inserted my tongue deeper and was rewarded with more of our mixture of juices. I spent time just licking her taint and would catch a leak of ooze occasionally. I now looked forward to it and gobbled it down with relish. I sealed my mouth around as much of her lower opening as I could and sucked in hard. I was rewarded Göztepe Escort with a whole glob of my cum seasoned with her essence! I rolled it around my mouth really tasting it and I liked it! I swallowed it down not understanding why most of my previous girls would not swallow. I sucked and pulled her lips with my mouth and nibbled on her as she moaned in delight. I buried my whole face as deep as I could in her wet folds and stuck my tongue in even farther. Eventually, all that remained was her wetness and I moved up to her clit once again.

I sucked on it as I imagined most of my previous girls sucked on my cockhead. It was that big! Easily as large as her nipples but a little longer and slippery from her secretions. I loved it! I gently dragged my teeth across it making Kamila moan with pleasure. I knew that Kamila was getting close now because her fupa was convulsing, she was also closing her massive thighs around my head. I loved this. It encapsulated me in her womanhood and warmth, giving me a feeling of security and shutting me off from the outside world. Now my whole world was her pussy! It’s flavor and pungent heady aroma, the brushing of her kinky pubes against my nose and cheeks, the weight of her bulging stomach on the top of my head and her huge clit in my mouth!

“Oh my God!” Kamila moaned loudly, “this is going to be a good one!”

I doubled down on my efforts creating more suction and lashing my tongue on the underside of her clit harder and faster.

“Ye. . . ” was the last thing I heard as all sound was cut off from me, when she clamped her thighs tightly around my head and started convulsing! I couldn’t breathe so I just continued lashing her clit with my tongue and hoped that she would not rip my head off. I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen right before she let up on her death-grip of my head and I could hear her panting.

“Come up here baby.” Kamila commanded patting the bed next to where she was laying.

I scooted up next to her wiping the juices off my chin with my hand. Kamila hugged me hard and made out with me for a while before telling me that she just had the best orgasm in over thirty years! I told here that she had the juiciest best tasting pussy in the world and that I would eat it any time she wanted. She reminded me that I had a large part in making it so juicy and wondered how I liked the taste of my own cum. I let her know that I was scared at first but anything from her was priceless so I would eat her to orgasm any time I couldn’t make her cum with my cock.

We hugged and talked for a while. I explained to Kamila how I enjoyed the humiliation of knowing that I was eating my own load out of her pussy. A thing a guy should never do. Kamila told me that she understood the feeling. That she had female lovers over the years that got off on humiliation and that she would be happy to give me more.

With all this talk about humiliation I was hard again so I mounted this amazing pile cellulite and fucked her much longer this time. There was no hurry and since I had just cum an hour ago, I was able to last much longer. Once again, I was amazed at how soft and wet her pussy was. I also loved the way her wiry pubes felt on my balls. Kamila’s big belly and tits were like the softest warmest mattress that I ever experienced and we worked up a nice sheen of sweat that made her skin slippery!

Eventually I heard Kamila exclaim, “This is going to be the first time I orgasm from a cock on almost thirty years.”

With that she started convulsing and came under me. I literally rode her waves of pleasure. Her clenching set me off too and I blew another load into her amazing pussy. I kissed her deeply as we calmed down.

“You know what to do Baby.” Kamila stated in a very stern voice.

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied and I assumed my place between her legs and cleaned her of our mingled juices.

I had no fear or revulsion this time and I savored the taste as I sucked my sperm out of her swampy slit.

“Just imagine if all the people at work could see you eating your cum out of my old black pussy!” Kamila laughed. “You really do deserve to be humiliated and I will dish out as much as you want, and you will take it and love it if you want the right to serve me!”

I burned with shame deep down imagining my mentors and colleagues seeing me in this ultimate act of subservience and knew that I had found my true calling!

That night I slept in Kamila’s arms and smothered under a massive thigh that she threw over me. It was the best night of sleep that I ever had!

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Chastity with Ex as Keyholder Ch. 08

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“So, that is what you fantasize about? Having my hot boyfriend and me making you our little sissy bitch? Pathetic,” my Ex said flipping through the pages of the story I had submitted to her, while I worshipped her sweaty pantyhosed feet per our already established agreement.

I still couldn’t believe an Ex of mine was actually a hot Hooters girl. Being one with a small, tiny, thing for uniforms, I couldn’t believe I had let this one slip through my fingers. Regardless, she was making me pay for it now.

She giggled, squirmed and jumped up and down at certain parts of the story, but in the end, I knew what the result would be.

“Aw, you are so adorable! To even think my bull of a boyfriend would accept you into our little arrangement is…well…it’s cute, but you know it’s never going to happen. I know you’ve had those kinds of tendencies since I first made you suck a strap-on, but it’ll be our little secret! Now, lick up, I want my shoes extra clean this week!”

I did as my Ex commanded and used my tongue as her personal cleaning sponge against her white sneakers. I could smell the sweat from her feet, but it only served to further instigate my trapped horniness. Before, with the plastic cage, I at least had the hope of breaking the darn thing, but there was no way my flesh would break the confines of a metal cage.

Oh, my Ex was a deviant, evil, and completely sexual advisory.

“Don’t you just love this little arrangement of ours?”she chimed, skimming over the pages of my story again, obviously a little more than stimulated. “Despite my boyfriend never being into doing anything other than give you an epic beat down if you disobey me, your story does stimulate some arousing elements.”

As she had commanded, I continued to worship her shoes, kissing and licking every inch of those precious white shoes while I remained naked, save for the metal chastity device keeping my pathetic cock from achieving an erection.

Just then, my phone vibrated on the counter on the other side of the room, but my Ex appeared to not hear it and kept talking.

“You are creative at times, but also contrived at others. I mean, who would believe any of this crap?” my Ex exclaimed. “You do have an imagination, I must admit. This is a fun arrangement for me, so I think we will keep this going, despite my boyfriend not knowing. I like having the fact I can call him at any moment to come kick your ass in the event you aren’t being cooperative with your chastity cage.”

My heart sank. Using violence against me now? How could this get any worse? The story I had hoped would guarantee my release was shrugged off, I was living under the threat of violence by my Ex’s BF if I didn’t follow her commands, which were especially intensified by the fact she had my cock locked up in chastity.

Not only that, but it had been at least a month since she had first discovered my secret. I could kick myself for having been so careless.

“Aren’t my nylons so appealing to you?” she said, her legs glistening in the light of my apartment. I could only hum in appreciation for her presence. I nuzzled her pantyhose clad thighs with my face while my cock pulsed against its cage, leaking pre-cum all over my carpet.

“There is something justified with keeping your previous lover locked up in chastity,” my Ex continued her verbal torment. “I mean, it’s great for me knowing you can’t cum or have an orgasm. It turns me on so much knowing how much this is torture for you. I’ll admit that when I fuck my boyfriend who has a real cock that I think about your predicament and it helps get me closer to climax…helps, but it’s always my boyfriend’s cock that does the trick.

“Your tiny little pathetic excuse for a cock couldn’t pleasure anyone, which is another reason I like to keep it all locked up,” my Ex said pushing me up to attention on my knees with one foot and lightly kicking my chastity with the other.

“Do you understand why I’m doing this to you?” she said looking at me in the eye.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, looking down at the floor, completely humiliated by my clothed Ex, my cock pulsing against my will against the strict confines of the metal chastity device.

I was so horny I would have agreed to anything.

“I suppose you have been a good boy, all locked up in chastity for me and listening to me fuck a real man that is my boyfriend on the phone, but I should reward you somehow. Hmm, just how should I do that?”

My cock was bulging in the tight requirements of its Maltepe Escort tiny metal cage, and I could feel each rhythmic beat of my heart echoed in the constant horniness of my cock. Oh, how did it ever come to this point?

“I don’t suppose you still have any of those anal toys we got when we were dating, do you?” my Ex asked.

Unfortunately, I answered.

“Yes.”

“Good, go get that pink, vibrating dildo. I think you’ve deserved a reward for writing your little story and being in chastity for so long, but you better crawl to get it!”

Humiliated, I crawled to my bedroom and retrieved the toy of which she spoke from my chest of items. My Ex had a memory like an elephant.

As I returned with the items, I couldn’t help but feel both extremely lucky and yet so unfortunate. Here I was, locked up in chastity by a beautiful, Hooters girl whose pantyhose fell in line completely with my extreme pantyhose addiction, yet she was also my Ex and cuckolding me in some inverse, perverse sense.

I was completely at her mercy. Not only did she have my cock under her personal lock and key, but if I did not obey, all she had to do was tell her boyfriend I was messing with her and I’d have a muscle bound moron at my door to contend with. Usually, I prided myself on my intellect, especially due to the requirements of my job, but this was a case where the person wouldn’t care if I could subnet a /27 network for them to provide accurate usable address space.

“Now, since you have been such a good little boy, here’s what I’m going to let you do. Since your metal cage has pretty much removed the need to ever take off that device, I’m going to allow you to cum, but only with your anal toys. You should thank me for this. You will not be released from chastity, but you will suck any cum you are able to release from my feet. I don’t want that junk on there,” my Ex commanded, flicking her hair and looking absolutely amazing.

And again, my phone came to life on the counter and vibrated. My Ex appeared to ignore this again.

“Now, you know what I want you to do,” my Ex said, sitting before me. “I want you to use your little anal toy to stimulate that prostate and ejaculate some cum over my feet. Then, you get the pleasure of licking that cum! Isn’t this such a nice arrangement?”

I could only moan into the feet I was still worshipping.

“Take off my shoes, slave,” my Ex said. As she commanded, I removed both socks and shoes from her feet, leaving only a couple of smelly, feet in front of me. I inhaled her slouchy, Hooter socks greedily.

“Now, take your anal toys and do your best to stimulate your ass while your cage hangs between my feet!” my Ex commanded. “I’ll be taking lots of pictures of this, by the way!”

My face, neck, and chest were turning beat red as I did as my Ex commanded. Normally, I wasn’t as much into anal stimulation, but being locked up and forced to be kept from orgasms, I was actually glad to have at least some measure of relief from my metal prison, despite it being of the anal variety.

As she commanded, I displayed the limited variety of anal toys in my collection. This included a bright pink dildo, a small butt plug, and a vibrating dildo/butt plug combination.

“Actually, I think you should be further disgraced by being dressed up in your maid uniform and pantyhose. Go and put those on, then you can show me what an anal slut you truly are!”

My cock ached within its chastity. Despite my pride, I loved it when she spoke and commanded me like this. As I slid my nylons up my leg, I stroked the poor cock that used to be mine within the bars of its chastity cage. Perhaps, this was what I had wanted all along and never knew how to ask for it. I lived for the degradation, the humiliation, and of course the tease.

The Tease. The big T. The thing that kept my horniness from evaporating away like mist in the wind was this chastity device. I knew once I had an orgasm, my rational mind would kick into gear and I would resist. Once orgasm was achieved, I knew I wouldn’t “want” to be involved in this backwards relationship any further, but until that time I couldn’t help myself. I actually wanted any measure of pleasure my Ex would allow me to have, including this humiliating display of anal stimulation.

I returned, dressed in my pantyhose and maid uniform, completely beaten and on my knees, my cock cage poking out beneath my petticoat and thigh highs.

“Aww, you are so adorable! Maybe someday I will actually İstanbul Escort have you come over and clean my place like this, but not right now, and definitely not like in your little story. For now, I’d like to see you fuck yourself from behind. I want to see you hit your prostate and ooze giz all over the place. In fact, I think you better get a saucer to collect it. You’ll be licking it off my feet before this is over, don’t you worry!”

As she commanded, I grabbed a saucer from my kitchen and kneeled before her again.

“Good boy!” she said, still looking immaculate in her tan pantyhose, tiny shorts, and compression-like tank top. Her breasts were bulging against her top; I wished she would have let me at least touch them like I used to do.

“With that saucer underneath your chastity, I want you to start fucking yourself in the ass. You better collect all the cum or else!” she said, her legs crossed and arms folded.

Even when we had been dating, she was never this mean, but I didn’t have any choice now. As instructed, I took the first toy from the coffee table, lubed it up, and began inserting it into my ass, trying not to moan in pleasure.

But I couldn’t help it. As soon as I had the first toy inserted, I exhaled deeply and with a meaningful moan because deep down, it felt awesome!

“You like that, don’t you little chastity slut?” my Ex chided me. “You like that ass being full, don’t you?”

Her words did not help, and as I rocked the dildo inside my ass, I felt that twinge between my legs, that unmistakable sense of intense pleasure with the male g-spot being hit. Before I knew what was happening, my cock was leaking cum all over the saucer I had placed before it.

“Good little slave,” my Ex coaxed in a soothing voice, her legs shimmering in their pantyhose excellence against the light.

The skirt brushing against the pantyhose thigh highs on my legs did not help, and neither did the fact that I was completely locked up in chastity! This was the most humiliating thing I had ever done, being locked up in chastity, dressed up in sissy girly clothes, and forced to fuck my own ass, resulting in the unfortunate leakage of cum onto a saucer which I knew my Ex would want me to clean.

In addition, the lack of orgasms had made my prostate more sensitive, and I felt my internal probing to be more pleasurable than I had imagined. Each stroke inside and out brought me closer and closer to something I hadn’t felt before. Surely, I couldn’t orgasm from this, right?

“You are oozing so much cum, this is awesome,” my Ex said. “If you can do it like this, then I don’t see why I ever need to unlock you, especially since this metal cage allows you to clean it every time you shower. What do you say about another month in chastity?”

Her words were NOT helping. For some reason, the idea of another month in chastity was extremely arousing, and I couldn’t help myself from fucking my anal toy even more.

She was right, of course, which was why she had purchased the metal chastity cage for me in the first place. The metal bars provided a much more convenient cleaning experience, despite my own chagrin. I was her complete slave…and I enjoyed it, despite my best efforts.

“Oh, I love this!” she exclaimed. “Just keep fucking yourself, this is totally awesome for me. I love seeing your pathetic cock, all locked up in its little cage while you fuck your ass and leak cum all over your saucer. Don’t you love it? Don’t you love knowing that you’ll end up licking your little saucer clean after all of this, and still be locked up in chastity?”

I moaned into her leg, her pantyhosed leg, as I screwed myself in the ass. Luckily, she allowed this and didn’t punish me for it. Over the course of a half hour, I had released the same amount of cum I would have shot out had she let me cum like a normal person, Unfortunately, this meant an extremely full saucer of my own doing.

“I think that’s enough,” my Ex said as I continued pressing the anal toy against my prostate, causing small orgasm after small orgasm with my locked up cock. It was a torture.

“Now, I think you have more than enough cum on your saucer to eat. Will this be humiliating for you?”

“Yes, I have no desire to eat this. In fact, it rather disgusts me. Please don’t make me do this,” I attempted to beg.

“Aw, the fact you don’t honestly want to do this makes it that much more pleasurable to me! I ate your cum all the time when we were dating, so don’t Anadolu Yakası Escort be such a big baby about it. In fact, if you take off my socks, you’ll even get to lick the cum from my cute little feet!”

As she instructed, I slid off her slouchy socks and discovered her tights weren’t fully over the foot. Instead, they were ankle length.

“Most girls only wear the ankle length tights these days,” my Ex explained. “I only wear the footed ones because I like watching you smell them after my shifts. Regardless, you get to lick your cum off my bare feet. No pantyhose to soak up the ooze for you now!”

She was right, as I had the worst of both worlds. On one hand, her legs looked great in their shiny pantyhose status, but on the other, her feet were plain as day and would be the perfect transport from the cum in my saucer to my mouth.

I gave her the puppy dog look of all time, but she was beyond any begging.

“I am going to dig my toes into your cum, and you better lick them clean or else I am going to put pictures of you on Facebook!” she threatened, waving her phone around.

Slowly and diligently, my Ex dipped the big toe on her right foot into the pool of humiliation that was my cum. Teasingly, she stirred her toe around in a circle, forcing me to anticipate what was about to come. Finally, she raised her toe from the saucer and brought it to my face.

“Lick it, bitch,” she said almost quietly, barely above a whisper, not believing herself what was happening.

Without hesitation, I did as she commanded. The warm, salty, and almost syrupy consistency met my tongue and I almost gagged.

I know some sissy sluts “love” to eat their own cum, but not me. In fact, for some reason I’ve always put it in the same category as drinking my own urine, just to give you some personal context.

Being forced to eat my own cum off my Ex’s feet, locked in chastity, and dressed up as a sissy little maid was about the most humiliating act I could ever think to be doing. I only hoped she would finally let me out after this. This should have been the ultimate climax to our little adventure, and I was sure she’d be finished with me after this.

“Good boy,” she said with one of her hands squeezing her breast and the other moving between her legs. “Keep going, you have a lot more to clean off my sweaty feet.”

Introductions were over, this time she dipped all her toes in the pool of cum, the white stickiness oozing between each one as she lifted it to my face.

Again, in that barely audible voice she nearly whispered, “Lick.”

It was completely silent in my apartment save for her command and the sound of my tongue against her feet. I wanted to spit out the slimy, salty mess that had come from my own body, but I did as instructed and kept licking. She dipped her foot into the saucer time and time again until the cum was cold.

Finally, she said, “Kneel down and lick your saucer clean like a little chastity kitten.”

As I put my head against the floor, she pressed her feet on the back of my head, holding it in place in case I had second thoughts. Though her feet had served as a humiliating measure for transport of the cum, there was still a lot left on the saucer itself.

Instinctively, I attempted to jerk upwards but her feet pressed my face against the plate.

“Haha, you hate this, I know! I tried to snowball you once, and you nearly threw up. I love knowing this is something you would never do unless forced to do it! It gets me so hot.”

I could hear her hands exploring her body as I lapped up the remaining cum on the saucer. Strangely as it sounds, by the end it almost turned me on in a weird, perverse way. I couldn’t describe it.

“Are you done yet? I need to get back to my place because my boyfriend who has a real cock is going to come over soon and fuck me like a real man. You better have your phone charged up because you are going to listen to every thrust. Next time you eat your cum, you’re going to imagine it’s his like in your little disgusting story. And there will be a next time. In fact, mark this date off on your calendar for your cum eating day because you sure as hell aren’t being let out of your chastity device. I was serious when I said another month, so sucks to be you!”

“Please, I just…can we talk about this?” I pleaded.

“No, I am invested in your chastity with that metal device, plus my boyfriend will come beat your ass if I ask him to. Your cock is under my control and don’t even think about getting out of this because I also have all the photo evidence. Your life will be over if you resist.”

Just then my phone vibrated again.

“And why is that happening?” My Ex asked, walking over to the counter were my phone was. “I see you’ve met Kara.”

Oh no…

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Cat – College Cowgirl Ch. 02

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– “I think it’s time to introduce her to the herd.” Keira mused. You had collapsed into hers and Aaron’s arms after cumming again and again from the milker’s demanding tugs. Aaron shifted out from under you and Keira let you down gently onto your side onto the stall’s soft straw. Again she brushed the stray hair out of your eyes, this time also giving you a cheeky ear-to-ear grin to go with it.

Aaron had moved towards a shelf up above and behind you somewhere. In your exhausted state you just breathed heavily while looking up at the girl who now cradled your sweat-glistened body, her arms now underneath your shoulder and hip after easing you down. Each heavy breath lifted your left breast up and down slightly over the straw. With the need to be milked now sated you could begin to feel the sensitivity of your nipples, a new fire on your chest.

Aaron reappeared in view with a bottle in hand. Motioning to Keira to roll you onto your back he squirted a little bit of the bottle’s contents into his hand. Thoroughly exhausted, you lay your head back, staring up at the Göztepe Escort barn’s wooden crisscrossing beams and the high roof. Skylights on the raised sides let in golden rays of mid-afternoon sun. The soft straw felt amazing on your tired body – rather than the straw wetly sticking to you, it felt like the straw was coolly wicking away your sweat and heat. Sitting down beside you he said “just some lotion to help.” Even if you had wanted to, you probably wouldn’t have been able to protest.

His fingers expertly worked in the lotion, soothing the burning feeling greatly. Some remaining milk bubbled out and he simply worked it into the skin of your areola along with the lotion. Recovering enough to move your head again, you arched up to look at his hands tending to you. Your small, pert nipples were significantly redder than their normal dainty pink selves.

“It’s a goat milking model that’s been under powered so it doesn’t rip a woman’s tits off” he explained. “But it’s still mighty powerful, far more than a standard consumer grade breast pump.” You İstanbul Escort certainly couldn’t disagree. You felt that Aaron’s milker had milked you more thoroughly than your small hand-held pumps ever had.

Aaron finished his tending, much to your dismay. You wanted his strong hands all over you right now, save for maybe your nipples, which were finally beginning to dull. “Back in a minute” he said. “Going to see if the others need help”.

That was right! When you’d first walked to the stall – and even during your milking – you had heard mooing from some of the other stalls in the barn.

Keira interrupted your contemplation of this with three light taps to your stomach, which was still rising and falling heavily, but now your breaths had slowed to a rate just above normal. “Come on Cat, you can’t lay here forever.” You shot her a look that said ‘just you watch me’ before she dug under your lower back with both arms and helped roll you over onto all fours again.

Your elbows and arms were still wobbling somewhat as Keira used her hand to Anadolu Yakası Escort wipe away the straw and dust that had stuck to you along your left side and over your back. You gave her an appreciative little lick on the back of her hand that made her giggle. “Thank you Keira. For all of this.” She blushed a little. You thought about putting the cowprint bra on again, but a new pang of pain and aches shot through your nipples at the very idea, so you thought better of it. You had let a man you’d only just met to see your tits, massage them and to hook you up to an industrial milker to be used like an animal. He might not have fucked you but the attention on your breasts had made you cum. You had orgasmed in front of him. Because of him. You had let him see that with no attempt at hiding it. You thought back to the moment. You thought you should maybe feel more embarrassed or ashamed at the situation, but mostly you felt pride. You had been a good cow and made more milk than you ever had before. At this point what would it matter if a few other women also saw your breasts? They were here to have the very same done to themselves.

Aaron returned through the stall door. “They went out to the field about ten minutes ago to give you some privacy, but now I’ve called them back in. Gotta say, they’re very anxious to meet you, Cat.”

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Cannonball Belly Fever Pt. 02

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He looked down at her titanic belly as he said this and then let his eyes fall to the floor. She reached out to him at that moment and touched his shoulder.

“Is that why you were staring at me that day?” she asked, “In the parking lot of the school…”

He only looked up at her quickly and nodded.

“I thought you were so beautiful.” He told her sheepishly.

“You did!” she replied with a glowing smile.

“Sure. I think women are much more attractive when they’re pregnant.”

“You do!” she answered again with even more surprise and delight.

“Yes!” he insisted as he turned and smiled at her.

She put one hand atop her ridiculous mound and shook her head.

“My husband says I’m too fat!”

He knew about this; how many Latin men traditionally won’t go anywhere near their wives during late pregnancy. He figured she probably hadn’t been fucked in months, maybe longer. He also knew how horny women became during their last trimester when their cunts were getting pushed open from the downward force of their baby loads.

“No! You’re one of the most beautiful pregnant women I have ever seen!” he complimented.

She blushed brightly when he said this, obviously enjoying all the positive attention.

“Can I… do you think I could…” he stated hesitantly as he looked down at her stomach and moved his hand towards her.

“Oh, yes, yes! Please!” she replied as she reached out and happily guided his hand down onto her crowning belly peak.

He was thrilled as his fingers touched down on it. It turned out to be just as firm as he had imagined.

“My god!” he exclaimed, “It’s… so perfect!”

She was glowing with pride now as she guided his hand to different spots.

“He kicks a lot! Maybe you can feel it here.” She invited.

He felt a movement just then.

“Yes!” he said loudly, “I felt him move!”

“I told you!”

“Can I listen to him?” he asked.

“Yes, yes!” she said as she lifted her arms up and he put his head down on her stomach.

His ear pressed against her snugly and he was amazed by the pulsing sound of a heartbeat.

“Wow! He’s strong! I can hear the heart!” he reported.

“Yes, he is!” she agreed.

She put her hands on top of his head now as he continued to press his ear into her as his right hand rested on her underbelly. Suddenly a strong kick hit him in the cheek!

“He just kicked me!” he yelled.

“Oh, sorry, Senor Bill!” she said with happy pride, “He’s very impatient!”

“I guess so!”

But the baby wasn’t the only one who was impatient now. He looked down from his awkward position at her jeans that were somehow still holding together under all this pressure and protuberance. He could just barely catch the scent of her cunt from here. He imagined his fingers pushing easily into its gaping wetness.

“Is he still kicking you?” she asked to fill the silence.

“No, but I think I can hear him speaking!” he told her.

She laughed at this.

“In Spanish or English!” she joked.

“I think in English!”

She laughed again.

“Oh, so you are a very good English teacher after all! Even he is learning from you!” she mused.

“Can you lift your shirt?”

“Yes.” She replied as she reached down and rolled her knit shirt up to just under her bra without a thought.

Even in the dark light of the car’s front seat, her naked belly was a revelation to him. The rubber-like texture of its warm skin against his hand made him physically shutter. And to his glee, her belly button had been pushed out and distorted by her growth! But a firm knot remained there that he immediately found with his thumb. He set his face down again just over it and started to give that navel knot of hers special attention. As he pretended to listen to her unborn brat, he moved his thumb in circles around it. Then he flattened his hand out and began to rub the entire peak. It rolled smoothly under his hand and felt so erotically voluptuous that he forgot he was in a conversation for a moment.

“Do you hear anymore English?” she asked with a little more tension in her voice.

“Not yet.” He replied, trying to sound like a fascinated clinician.

He continued to circle his hand around the peak and extend the circles downward until he was almost to her waistline. She was tensing up a little now and getting a bit self-conscious. He had to keep her mind busy a while longer.

“Wait! I think I heard a sentence!” he suddenly called out.

“Oh really?”

“Yes! He said ‘I want a hotdog!'”

She laughed, but this time more nervously.

“Wow! He likes American food already!” she observed.

“It seems so.”

Now his hand stopped at her waist and Anadolu Yakası Escort began to rub back and forth along the edge of her jeans. She was still going along with his game; either unwilling or unable to object.

“Wait!” he called out again, “I think he’s ordering more food!”

“Oh no!” she said with a breathless hint in her voice.

“Yes! He wants a taco!”

And just as she started to laugh at his comment he inserted his hand forcefully under her jeans. He found he easily bypassed her loose-fitting underwear and quickly broke through down into her dense mother-bush. Her body tensed, but she didn’t resist. She only squeezed his hair in her fists.

“No senor!” she uttered with weak conviction.

“Yes, he wants a fish taco with extra hot sauce!” he continued to joke as his hand plowed down in the tight quarters of her jeans towards her fuck slot.

“No senor!” she said again, but again with no real resolve.

His index finger then tumbled over her bloated clitoris and slipped into the gaping crevasse of her cunt with ridiculous ease.

“Iye!” she called out as her body went rigid from the sudden penetration.

He felt his large finger slosh down into her depths against perfectly wet muscular resistance and it became clear at that moment that she was walking around in a constant state of sexual readiness. Her libido had obviously been at a fever pitch for months. He pitied her for a brief moment and then pulled his hand back up out of her pants and unbuttoned her jeans. He started kissing and licking her belly now, especially that puffy navel knot. He got her unzipped and then dove back in, down under her maternity panties to that wide open cunt that quickly drew in two of his fingers.

“Please senor!” she said in breathless objection.

But soon his fingers were pulling the wetness out of her spacious twat and working it up around her hormonally inflated clit. A tidal surge of heat moved up her body as he did this, flushing her face like a wild fire.

“No senor!” she said as she shut her eyes and gripped his hair even tighter.

His fingers kept pulling the poon out of her and using it to diddle her pleasure head. They flicked back and forth and worked her up and down, guiding her slippery cunt sweat over her engorged gland in a teasing dance. The trembling came over her abruptly.

“Oh senor!” she pleaded as she began to clutch at his entire head with desperation.

But he only continued to kiss and lick her belly with relish and work his fingers faster over her love meat.

“Senor!” she cried out forcefully as her legs straightened and her body became wooden.

He managed to look up at her just as her orgasm broke. One of her hands madly gripped the back of his neck while the other she put over her mouth to attempt to muffle her cries of exultation. Then he put three fingers back inside her and felt her muscles close around him and contract strongly ten of eleven times. He knew now that her cunt was insatiable. He pulled out of her after that and started on her again. She opened her legs for him this time as he pinched her meat between his thumb and forefinger. Then he put two fingers back inside and fucked her as he tickling her bloated gland with his thumb. She gripped his head with two hands and soon she was wracked with trembling again.

“Senor!” she yelled a moment later as if in disbelief.

This time she didn’t try to muffle her vocalizations as she climaxed. She arched her neck back and bellowed to the moon. Her cunt clamped around his digits again and pulsed like the love engine it was. After two amazing minutes her body finally went limp.

“Oh senor.” she said weakly shaking her head, “Please.”

But he knew what needed to come next. He pulled his hand out of her and began pushing her jeans off.

“No senor!” she protested again.

But he soon had her beautiful bushy cunt and legs uncovered before him and her big ass free of all of those binding clothes. Her nakedness astounded him now as he saw before him the model cherubic figure of maternal lust. The natural state of her body brought all his primitive aggression to the fore.

As soon as her jeans and panties were tossed aside he helped her into the backseat where he got her shirt and bra off and laid her down. She continued to play the role of the virtuous Catholic mother however.

“No senor!” she implored again.

But his cock was already out of his pants by then and headed directly for her wide-open fuck hole. He moved over her in a rush and plunged his pre cum-covered dick down into the slick, loose recess. Then he stopped for a moment from his position atop her to take in all the sensory details. His cock was now buried Bostancı Escort seven inches down into her, but it felt deeper. And her belly was still standing straight up in the air beneath him to his amazement. Her tits fell to the sides a bit, but they retained their fullness for the most part above her birth mound. And as he gazed up he saw she was holding her arms over her head and looking at him like the good, compliant martyr she was.

“You’re so fucking beautiful!” he told her as he started to delve into her cunt.

He kept his eyes on her face as he slid into her. He liked her expression. The expression that told him she was only a begrudging giver of sex pleasure.

Her fuck hole was so roomy he was able to enter it from different angles, plunge down into it from above and then push up into it from beneath. But he soon got serious and started pumping her hard. This made him feel like he was fulfilling his role as procreator and that he was completing his social mission by getting the cum where it needed to be. He imagined that she was his wife and that they already had ten kids together. Yes, he thought, he would keep her in this condition all of their married life!

Either way she was his now and he was going to use her body for the purpose it was intended for: fucking and procreation. He started pushing harder into that gaping cunt of hers with this thought in mind, and he soon saw that the violence of their pelvic collisions was beginning to arouse her. He tried to lean forward more so his weight would land on her freakishly huge clitoris with maximum force. This strategy worked as well as his fingers had on her and soon she was stiffening and shuttering. He kept fucking her with growing desperation as he watched her body jiggle up and back beneath him. Her belly was rippling with each thrust and her tits were being knocked around in circles. Finally he felt the contractions in her cunt as her clit throbbed to climax. They were long, muscular pulses that made her fuck canal suddenly feel like a massage machine. Her deep cunt muscles gripped him as they convulsed and soon he realized they were milking the cum out of him. His face pounded with blood as his penis evacuated into her again and again. When the climax reached resolution he saw that she was still laying there with the same expression, as if it was meant to be that she would have her sloppy hole filled up by him that night.

The lights of a car driving past lit the interior up momentarily, but luckily the road they had parked along had little traffic that time of night. The momentary illumination allowed him to see that his cock was still rock hard as he withdrew it from her. She saw it as well.

“Senor, there’s no time!” she said to him as if reading his mind.

“Get up and kneel on the seat facing back.” He told her authoritatively.

She complied, her head and shoulders now over the seat in the darkness of the SUV’s cargo section.

“Senor, my husband is waiting!” she continued to complain from this position.

He moved up and over her, unfazed, and put his hands down on her broad ass. He separated her brown cheeks and slid his gleaming cock in between them. His enflamed gland rubbed up against her anus as he did and this seemed to concern her.

“No senor! Not there!” she pleaded.

The thought of fucking her ass hadn’t crossed his mind before this, but he let the thought pass and allowed his member to slide down slowly after that until it was leaning against the opening of her swollen fuck slot. Then he let it fall in, like a person dives into a pool, and push down into its muscular vacancy.

“Iye!” she cried out as his big dick pushed apart her cunt walls.

He really got turned on seeing her in this position even though her big belly and tits were largely out of view. He could smell her cunt and ass better from here and get his hands around her dimpled brown butt cheeks in a way that gave him a feeling of mastery. He slow fucked her like this for a while and then reached down and clinched both of her free swinging udders tightly in his fists.

“Oh Senor!” she gasped as her bumpy, dark nipples protruded out from between his fingers.

From here he fucked her in slow, short, deliberate movements, his hips angling up into her hairy birth hole in little violent thrusts. He seemed to be trying to climb her in this posture, clinging to her tits as if he were afraid to fall. He let one of his hands wander down to her belly as he worked her. Its size and mass amazed him still. He was fucking a huge, powerful woman he realized at that point, a woman who could probably carry him around on her back all day if need be. This thought made him feel small and weak suddenly. It didn’t matter if he came Erenköy Escort in her cunt he now realized. That meant nothing to her since that part of her was already well used and occupied. No, he didn’t want to be a sloppy follower anymore. He wanted to make her his in his own way! That’s when he pulled his dick out of her cunt and let it spring up against the split of her ass. Then he stood up and put his hands on the seat back next to her shoulders.

“Senor?” she questioned.

From this angle there was only one hole he could access. He directed his dark-red, poon-covered cock to the target and gingerly began to push it in.

“No! No!” she protested as his bulbous gland slid in.

“Sssshh! Nice and easy!” he assured her.

Then he slowly buried his cock down into her rectum. He met with only minimal physical resistance after this, and marveled at how good it felt. She continued to complain however.

“Iye! Iye!” she repeated with each down stroke.

He felt good now because he knew he was taking her virginity in a way her husband never had. He would be the one she remembered now whenever she thought back to her first anal fuck and this made him feel important again. He started fucking her harder, and as he did, her pained complaints started to sound more like pleasure sighs. He thrust into her as deep as he could, making sure to pull it out slowly. This rhythm seemed to please her and she was soon vocalizing with each penetration.

“Uh!” he heard as she exhaled each time, “Uh!”

Her ass was nothing like her cunt. His cock was tightly gripped from all sides and squeezed the further down he traveled. There was no sloshing, no up and down play, just firm, dry rubbing with only minimal lubrication from her leftover pussy secretions. When it got too dry he pulled out of her and reached into her juice box for more birth poon. After slapping it on his shaft, he went right back in.

Soon her rectal muscles began to relax and she started enjoying the slow, deep penetrations. Moans began to rise up from her throat and she started to grind back into him.

“Ah yeah! Your ass is so amazing!” he blurted as he reached down to grab one of her milk-laden tits again.

Her moans became louder after this as he fucked her with more anger, and this made his balls tighten. But it wasn’t until he tried to diddle her by reaching around from the side that he realized she was masturbating herself! This is when he reached down and firmly grabbed the other tit and started riding her like a bronco in heat.

“Oh Jesus!” she cried as her body began to be wracked by his animalistic thrusts.

At that moment a feeling of completeness came over her as her body surged and rebounded mercilessly from his movements over her. She was the object of masculine desire again and she was sexually excited for the first time in years. She plunged her finger into her hole and worked it furiously over her clit.

“How do you like this!” he said through his gritted teeth.

“Iye yeah!” she replied in a breathlessly dazed voice.

The sensation of his dick plunging into her rectum and her own finger in her sloppy cunt caused a different kind of pleasure wave to well up in her. She felt it lower in her body and it rose more slowly. She kept her finger busy between her legs, flicking and rubbing as this unique orgasm came over her. She felt incredible tension through her torso as she fingered herself more desperately, and then a rumbling tremor started. After this something opened in her anus and a gushing wave surged up into her stomach and brain. She cried out vociferously.

“Wooo!” came her trembling vocalization, “Ohhh! Ohhh!”

He paused as he felt the orgasm take her. Her ass shock beneath him and her anus pulsed forcefully around the base of his member. He realized then this was the most powerful sex experience of his life.

“Ohhh! Ohhh!” she continued to wail as his cock was held captive by her muscular contractions.

Her orgasm lasted for minutes it seemed. But finally he was able to draw his dick back out of her asshole and jerk himself off onto her butt and back.

“God damn!” he exclaimed as his gland continued to pulse and throb long after his semen load had run dry.

His brain remained as engorged and enflamed as his gland for many minutes. This was followed by a sensation of floating in a peaceful river. Then she collapsed to the seat beneath him and he did the same. He was drenched with sweat now, but his cock was still standing tall.

“Oh senor Bill, I never felt it like that before!” she panted.

“No. Me neither.” was all he could say.

“So you like your big mamacita?” she asked as she confidently grabbed and squeezed his erect manhood.

“Yes.” was his simple exhausted reply.

“She likes you too!” she said, tapping a finger on his chin.

After that he got regular rides home from Mrs. Alvarez. It seems once a soon-to-pop mother awakens her desires, there’s no stopping her. He was happy for that.

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I was on my way home from having a few drinks after work with the guys when I suddenly realized I had to take a mighty whiz. I was driving down a secluded block, a street filled with nothing but dark warehouses and a few abandoned cars. I pulled over and killed the ignition. I practically jumped from my car, I had to go so bad.

I dashed to the nearest warehouse, and in the dark, pulled down my zipper and released my cock from my jeans. I began spraying a stream all over a graffiti covered wall and letting out a loud “ahhhh.”

Just as I was done, while shaking my pecker to let the last few drops spill out, a floodlight hit me full blast. I felt like I was some standup comic on a stage, but standing there with my dick in my hand, I soon realized the joke was on me.

“Stop right there,” a stern female voice instructed. “What are you doing?” she asked me as I frantically stuffed my eight inch tool inside my pants.

“Uh, uh,” I stammered.

“This is the police, you filthy pig,” the speaker crackled again. “Put both hands on your car and spread ’em”

“Oh shit,” I muttered beneath my breath.

“Do it!” Her voice crackled through the loudspeaker when I hesitated. The seriousness of her voice suddenly made me realize I was in deep shit.

A lone female figure emerged from the car. I squinted, trying to make out more, but the flood light shone so brightly beside her it made it difficult to see anything else. All I could hear was the crunch of the gravel beneath her shoes as she approached me.

“Didn’t your mother teach you manners?” the lady cop scolded. She tapped the nightstick in the palm of her hand. She was behind me now, poking the nightstick on the inner part of my thighs, urging me to “spread wider.” I heard her holster the stick and she began frisking me. “Keep those hands on the hood or you’ll spend the night in a hospital instead of jail.”

“But officer, I…”

“Shut the fuck up!” she barked, and pushed my head down. She started at my ankles and worked her way Maltepe Escort up my legs and sides. She then went back to my legs, my inner thighs to be exact. I felt her strong hands press hard against my balls. Her fingers traced the outline of my tool through my pants. “That’s some weapon you have concealed there,” she quipped. I smiled, and was about to offer a witty comeback when all of a sudden I was thrown to the ground with the deftness of a judo champion. I was lying face down, eating dirt, as I felt my arms being pulled back behind me and cuffed!

“Get the fuck up, slob,” she ordered as she helped me to my feet. She was behind me as she led me to the squad car and began reading me my rights.

“You have the right to remain silent…”

“Oh, shit,” I muttered. I was being busted for peeing on a wall.

The cop swung open the rear passenger side door of the cruiser while placing her hand on the top of my head, helping me into the car. Once I was in, she gave me a violent shove, knocking me against the inside door.

What happened next is why I’m writing this.

First off, I was somewhat surprised that she was alone. I always assumed cops patrolled in pairs. Then she totally shocked me; while standing in front of the rear door window, she began undoing her belt and pants. I could only see her from the waist down, but make no mistake, she wiggled out of her pants and panties and opened the front door, placing them on the seat along with her belt. She then removed something from her belt and opened the rear door to join me in the back.

When the light hit me in the face I surmised a flashlight was what she had taken from her belt. I was quickly blinded again as she directed it into my eyes. She closed the door behind her.

“Okay, you filthy fuckin’ slob. For peeing on that wall I want you to lick me where I pee,” she demanded. She put one leg up on the back of the seat and spread them both. “In this hand I’ve got a mace canister, and if that don’t work this flashlight Ümraniye Escort will crack your head open like an eggshell. So don’t be stupid Eat my pussy, perp!”

I was dumbfounded and hesitated again. She didn’t like this a bit and reached forward and grabbed me by the ear lobe. I couldn’t see a thing as she pulled my head down between her legs. I caught a whiff of her box just as my nose nestled into her pubes.

“Lick it, bitch!” she demanded as she held my face firmly against her twat. My mouth was all over her cunt. She had large, elephant ear pussy lips, that mashed themselves against my face. Her box was dripping as she began bucking her hips. “That’s it, do it. Eat me you fuck! Eat me good!”

She pulled her legs further back and ordered me to stick my tongue in her ass. Soon I was lapping up her tangy bung, and she was relishing every second. “Nice,” she purred and dropped her legs a little. Again my tongue was in her snatch, gliding all over her fully erect clit. “Suck on my clit, perp. Suck it like it was a little dick. Hmmm…. You lick pussy good. Such a good clit-licker you are. Keep it up mother-fucker.”

Beyond belief my tool was rigid and just bursting to escape from my pants. The cop kept right on bucking, staining my face with her juices.

“Yeah, perp, yeah! Ohhh, yeah!” she moaned, and after a few more delectable dealings of my tongue, she came, lifting her ass off the black leather back seat while grabbing a fistful of my hair.

After she finished creaming, she pushed me away hard and turned to get out of the car. That was the clearest view I got of her. She was still wearing her police hat. Her hair was tucked up beneath it. I couldn’t be sure, but I think she was a brunette. As she climbed out of the car I got a bird’s eye view of her well rounded ass and her tasty sphincter.

She walked around to my side of the cruiser and threw open the door. Again the beam from her flashlight pelted my tired eyes as she ordered me to get out of the car and sit İstanbul Escort on the ground. I did as I was told. She then took her foot, put it on my right shoulder, and with her leg, shoved me to the ground. I was flat on my back, my hands cuffed behind me, as I felt her pull down my zipper. She reached into my pants and unleashed my rock hard poker. She tore open a condom packet and wrapped my throbber. Soon she was straddling me, lowering her glistening cunt onto my aching dick. With the flashlight still trained on my face, she began humping my meat.

“Ahhh,” she moaned loudly. “You’ve got a nice cock, perp. That’s why I busted you. I saw it when you were peeing. It hung so nice.”

“Oh yea?” I made the mistake of speaking.

“Shut the fuck up, lowlife! Speak only when you’re spoken to!” she barked, and pounded her hips harder onto my tool. “Yesss,” she hissed after a few more minutes of impaling herself on my boner. “I’m gonna come,” she announced. She lifted herself off my schlong and stood above me. Suddenly droplets –of what I thought were pee– began spraying all over the place from her twat. I guess that’s what you call poetic justice, I get busted for peeing on a wall and part of my punishment was getting peed on, literally. But I was wrong, she wasn’t tinkling at all; she was coming! She kept on spraying me as she moaned louder and louder. I’d never seen a girl ejaculate like this, and I wasn’t seeing it now because of that fucking flashlight, but I sure felt it all over my cock, shirt and pants. When she was done, my clothes were drenched.

When her torrid cum-fest was over she calmly walked around to the cruiser and got dressed. A few seconds later she came back with the flashlight again, the beam of light hitting me in the face full blast. She helped me to my feet and undid the cuffs before pushing me down on the ground. “Jerk off for me, perp!” she demanded as she got into the squad car. “Don’t come until I leave the block.”

She put the cruiser into drive and spun the tires, leaving me in a cloud of dust while pulling on my hammer. I was on my knees, blowing a wad of load, as I watched the red tail lights of the cruiser turn the corner. Regretfully, I’ve never met that cop again, even though I often cruise that block with a full bladder.

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There is nothing sexier then watching your wife suck a cock. My wife has always been very oral. She has sucked my cock ever since the first date we had. We had gone to the drive-in theatre and she had my cock out playing with it before the movie started. I had my pants off in the back seat and she was stroking my cock and sucking my balls into her mouth one ball at a time. I was so horny that I couldn’t control myself and blasted a big wad of cum all over the headliner.

She reached up and wiped the cum up with her hand, she then laid back and sucked the white creamy stuff off her fingers. Being as young as we where my cock was standing up again, and she bent over and sucked me off again. We went together for two years and I couldn’t fuck her because she was afraid of getting pregnant. But she was always sucking on my cock.

She said that was the best kind of birth control. I didn’t mine it, she had a very talented tongue and her lips where always swelled up from sucking so much. She was a very kinky girl and she loved to play role models One time she tied me up and shaved my cock and balls, then she when down on me and started sucking and licking on my bald cock, after she sucked my cum into her mouth she came up and placed her lips on my mouth and fed me my cum back, it was my first taste of male cum.

I liked it so much that I went into the bathroom later on that day and jacked off and ate it. I told Cindy what I had done and she got mad as hell at me. She told me that it was like me going out on her. The only way I could get her to calm down was to go down to the adult bookstore Şerifali Escort and buy a cock cage.

Which she makes me wear all the time now. It doesn’t bother me at all because she loves my sperm so much she is always sucking me off. She shares my cum with me every now and then. She has started sucking and licking on my asshole now. It drive’s me wild when I am up on my hands and knee’s and she has her tongue buried in my ass. Ever once in a while she would slip a finger into my ass. From that time on she started sticking two fingers in my ass, then three. She went to a sex toy party one night and come home with all kinds of sex tools.

I remember the first time she fucked me with a huge dildo. She tongued my ass good and sucked on my swollen balls. She then got out the lube and greased up my hungry asshole at this time she could get half of her hand up my loose ass. My cock was sticking straight out and she placed her open mouth about six inches from the head of my cock when she stuck that dildo in my ass and started massaging my prostate.

I shot three ropes of hot thick cum right into her mouth’ and she hadn’t even touched my cock. That’s when she discovered what you call milking a cock. For the next three weeks she milked my cock three times a day. She had a special harness made for my cock that I didn’t even have to hold it to take a piss. She loved to watch the cum shoot out of my cock and she always had her mouth their sucking up that cum.

It felt good to me too, she’s got one big dildo dong that has a suction cup on it, she will stick it to a wall and I will İstanbul Escort back up and she will insert it in to my ass and I will start fucking it until my cock shoots off into her mouth. After three weeks of know body touching my cock she pulled the harness off and gave me one of the best blow jobs I ever had.

She was fist fucking me while she sucked on my balls. She placed a glass over the end of my cock and I started cumming, pumping sperm into the glass. When I quit cumming she licked the head of my cock off. And handed me the glass and told me to drink it down. I swallowed the fresh nectar of my balls.

At this time I couldn’t believe what I was letting Cindy do to me. It was like she was training me for something. She stopped making me wear my cock cage because I swore to her that I wouldn’t masturbate.

Hell’ I couldn’t wait to get to the bathroom and jack off and taste my cum. I was eating it every time I went to the bathroom. She was still sucking me off once or twice a day. She knew something was up because with me masturbating everyday and her sucking me off, my cum was clear water thin and sometimes my cock would just start pumping and nothing came out. “But it feels like heaven”

Then one night Cindy had me in the bedroom, she had me tied up with a couple pairs up her panty hose. She had a butt plug lodged in my ass, and her Venus butterfly strapped to by balls. She slipped a VHS tape into the VCR and their I was jacking off and eating my cum. She had a camera mounted in the bathroom and taped ever time I had jacked off, I had jacked off and tasted Ümraniye Escort my cum 14 times in the last five days.

I was embarrassed watching myself in the film. It looked hot and very naughty. Hell one day I was so horny I had a lubed up rubber with me and I slipped it over the end of the plunger and stuck the end of it on the wall and backed up on it and fucked myself. Cindy ask me what this was all about. All I could tell her was that I liked the way cum tasted and it gets me real horny sometimes.

That I was sorry. She reminded me about what happen last time I got caught. She then told me that she loved me and that she could understand how someone could like the taste of cum. She then explained to me that me masturbating all the time was like I was cheating on her. That I was cheating her out of her share of the tasty delight. And then she told me that she wanted more cum to eat and that she had a idea.

She then opened the door and there stood a young stud with a hard cock. Cindy introduced me to Bob and told me that Bob was going to stick his cock in my mouth and feed me a load of cum. Bob walked over to where I was tied up and started rubbing his cock around my lips. Cindy watched and told me that from now on I would be sucking Bob’s cock. She said that will take care of my craving for cum and I will have all of your sweet sperm for myself. She told me that she didn’t want anybody’s cum but mine. It worked out fine She likes to watch me suck Bob off. She always keeps her clothes on and Bob hasn’t even seen her boobs. After me and Bob gets done and he leaves I always go down and suck on Cindy’s pussy. But I still haven’t fucked her YET. Part two of this series is going to be about what happens when two lovers get hooked on cum.

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Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 02

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Sarkopheros Says:

In my latest poll, I asked if you guys wanted faster but shorter updates, or if you wanted me to keep the previous pace.

Twice as many people voted for quicker updates as voted for keeping the status quo. And there was one vote for “WHO CARES GIVE ME MORE OF BROD.” So this chapter of Brod’s tale is the first one written with the shorter format and quicker updates in mind. There’s no direct sex in this one, but … well, it has a very messy beginning and it sets up the next couple of chapters.

Since this is the second part of the Growing Unrest story arc, I assume you are already familiar with Brod’s tropes. If you aren’t, well, I’m not going to warn you because honestly if you don’t know the stories your reaction will probably be pretty funny. Just don’t expect anything resembling reality.

I hope you guys enjoy this faster pace. Please, please leave me your feedback! I’m eager to hear from my audience! And I’m likewise happy to hear constructive criticism!

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In my last story, I’d learned that my cock had grown to two feet long, and that my balls were even bigger than before! Naturally, this was disconcerting. Fortunately, when I returned home that evening, some of the ladies in my house helped me with my discomfiture.

Now, you may or may not know this, but my house is sort of a revolving door. There are always girls coming, and going. Though they generally come far more often than they go. If it weren’t for my staff, it would be a whole lot of trouble, because things get really messy really fast.

I smiled up at my maid as she came to take my breakfast plate. Her heavy tits bounced and quivered as she bent down. Alicia picked it up and clucked her tongue, rolling her eyes as she turned away, giving me a view of her plus ass, my maid’s delicious tan skin exposed for my delight.

The lack of an outfit was practical, though—my maids were usually nude simply because things were so messy that any clothes ended up saturated and caked with jizz just from them walking around. I exaggerate, but not by much. Splat. Splat. Even now, she walked through a puddle of spunk that must have been at least an inch thick, creeping over the tile of my living room.

I checked the location on my laptop. I knew roughly where my destination was—I’d passed the location before. I didn’t foresee a problem getting there.

I closed the laptop and removed it from the girl’s back. She groaned as she laid atop her vast belly, swollen like a big, bronze bean bag. It held her up at a convenient height for use as an improvised desk. I’d finished blowing my load in her, and much of it was now leaking out around my cock, waves of thick, white spunk rolling down her thighs and stomach to the puddle on the floor, much of it slathering my titanic nuts as they rested against her gravidness. My feet were planted in a pool of this muck. My heavy balls hung so low that they dipped into it.

Hers was the last pussy available in the house, so I didn’t see much of a point in pulling out right away. Granted, I could have fucked the maids, but there was a huge mess to clean up.

I put my hand on her plump ass and pushed. Schllrrrrk. Inch after inch of leg-thick womb-wrecker pulled free of her. She mewled and began to twitch and shudder in orgasm, sending jets of juice into the air around my girth. Pop! My glans came free, and with it, my seed, gushing out of her and all over my sack, making the puddle below grow. I leaned down and put my hands on her belly, sliding her through the lubricating seed so I could get off the couch. Gllrrrsch! Some of that gushing jizz drenched my chest and belly in heat.

I stepped around her, then maneuvered between her belly and that of the neighboring swollen white girl. I swerved around her, avoiding the coffee table and the three spunk-bloated bodies draped over it. Their bellies pinned them to the table, and what space they didn’t occupy was covered in inches of goopy spunk. It rolled and dripped to the ground, another vast puddle merging with the ones left by the other girls. This was exactly why most of my house was tiled.

My living room was airy, the ceiling high, skylights in the roof and picture windows overlooking the bay. Bright sunlight lit the devastation Anadolu Yakası Escort within. Every cubic inch of the air in this room was dripping with sex, the thick scent hanging in the air and making glistening trails roll down the thighs of my maid as she picked up my computer. And almost all the furniture was draped with swollen girls.

The spot I’d been sitting in on my couch was the only clear one. Four ladies laden with jizz lay gasping and moaning. One of them was draped over the armrest, her ass sticking in the air. Another was resting her head on the back of the couch, her pussy gushing jizz over the seats. This one kneaded her belly. Two more on the nearby loveseat were moaning and kissing each other. I could see mouthfuls of spunk being traded, tongues wrestling, whiteness rolling down their chins as they tried to wrap their arms around each other. Their bellies were far too large for that, though.

My cock bobbed in front of me, still pulsing and hungry, throwing off globs of jizz that splatted on the floor and ceiling. Splat-splat-splat. Slap-slap-slap. My feet stepped through torrid batter as my heavy nuts slapped my thighs. I passed a blonde and a redhead slumped against the wall on the floor.

The redhead looked up at me, bleary-eyed, a goofy grin on her face. “Thanks—glurk!” SPLAT. She ejected a fist-sized glob of jizz. “Thanks for breakfast, Brod.”

I chuckled. “I can’t leave you girls to starve, you need your strength.”

I walked into my main bedroom. I actually have two master bedrooms in my house—there was one where no sex ever took place, because as accustomed as I was to sleeping in a seminal swamp of my own creation, sometimes it was nice to have a clean bed.

Then there was the second one.

Every square inch of my king-sized bed had a moaning, dripping, swollen lady on it. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how many girls were in here. One sat in an armchair, staring out the window at the bay. Her belly engulfed the armrest like an espresso-colored water balloon. Six … seven? I counted the collection of monstrously swollen bellies preventing their owners from moving anywhere. Amidst the tangle of limbs and bodies upon my bed, I counted eight bellies.

I walked into the bathroom. The floor was covered in inch-deep jizz that made me stop and question why the hell I thought getting cleaned up in this bedroom was a good idea.

I still remember way back, when I was much younger, and a couple dozen pussies could satisfy it. Its appetite had only grown. To be honest, I sometimes envy smaller guys. After all, a lot of you can fuck or jerk off a few times in a day and be done with your libido. And then you can clean up with a paper towel or two.

Meanwhile, I had to get custom-built plumbing installed in my house to avoid clogging the pipes with so much jizz. And I’ve clogged my share of pipes, believe me. You know that meme going around about a notice to stop boys in a dorm from jerking off and clogging the drains with jizz? I actually do that all by myself.

I went upstairs to my main bedroom. The one that didn’t eternally reek of an orgy. Meg was gathering up my laundry. She smiled at me, waddling past—I’d fucked her once in the morning and once in the evening yesterday. Her wide hips rolled past as she kissed my cheek.

I managed to get cleaned up, though it took me a good half hour of running my cock under cold water to get it to deflate. Once my cock gets going, it just doesn’t want to stop.

I dressed in my usual fare—basketball shorts and a t-shirt. In this case, a purple Third Street Saints shirt. I went into the garage, got into my Escalade, and got on the road.

My gigantic nuts, each a bit larger than a volleyball, hung over the edge of the seat. Usually, basketball shorts were comfortable, but, they’d gotten tighter and tighter over the last couple years. The cloth hugged my absurd bulge tightly, trying in vain to contain it and give me some dignity. Then again, “dignity” wasn’t something that often factored into my life. My sixteen-inches-plus of flaccid meat rubbed and slid under the elastic cloth. No modesty was possible for me.

About twenty minutes later I was on the tailor’s street. While Aleta hadn’t known a good tailor, her boss Greta did. Pendik Escort Apparently, her husband was a large gentleman who came here, as well.

The shopping center also contained a few other places. There was a Mediterranean place nearby. A gyro might be in order later. I saw a few other restaurants, one of those Curvy chain gyms for women, a couple clothing and shoe stores. The tailor was next to the gym. “Bhola Bespoke” was emblazoned above the entry.

I parked and went into the tailor’s shop. I opened the glass door. A chime went off deeper inside.

The ceilings were high, and the space was made of wood. A few large fans spun lazily overhead. Racks of suits, pants, shirts, cloth, and all the proper accoutrements lined the walls. Two hallways flanked the central counter and lead back to what I assumed were measuring booths and fitting rooms.

This was an interesting shop, because it didn’t just cater to men. I could see a gap into the next section of the store, where there was a bunch of saris, cholis, salwar kameezes, and other Indian-style women’s clothing.

“Hello, hello!” came the feminine voice around the corner. “Welcome, who is that I hear in the front?” A dark-skinned pear-shaped woman jiggled around the corner. “Is that—oh my damn!” Her jaw dropped. Her big brown eyes locked on my titanic bulge. What she was looking at appeared to be two over-inflated volleyballs and nearly a half yard of obese sausage crammed into too little elastic grey cloth.

“I’m Brod,” I told her.

She nodded, blinking and shaking her head. There was a bindi between her furrowed brows. She looked at me and said, “Yes, of course. Greta told me about you. But. Words don’t do you justice. I am Arva Bhola. And you … you are huge!” Arva sighed. “I did not believe Greta until now!”

Just then, a girl in a burgundy dress came out. Her green eyes locked onto my bulge, her jaw dropped, and out came “Fuck!”

“Lana!” chastised Arva. A few wrinkles appeared when she glared at Lana. “Language!”

“Sorry, Auntie! But look at him!” she protested, gesturing at me, her eyes open as wide as an owl’s as she looked at her aunt.

“I can see him! Is vulgarity what you learn in school?!” Arva sighed, turned to me, and said, “Please forgive my niece.” It seemed that Lana’s outburst had distracted her enough to allow her to reassert some poise.

“I hear stuff like that all the time, don’t worry,” I chuckled.

Unlike Lana, Arva’s hair was up in a neat bun, and she was dressed in a purple sari. Lana’s face was rounder than her aunt’s, her lips fuller. Both of them had prominent noses and cheekbones—I suppose that it was familial. Their dark bronze skin must have been, as well. Both of them were lovely. But one thing I couldn’t ignore, which they also shared, was those curves! Damn. I had to wonder if they had become tailors because of their incredible figures?

Both had incredibly wide, round hips. I wanted to see them from the back! Their thighs were bigger than their waists, and they were no waifs. These ladies were thick. Their tits were the size of their heads … Not as big as Aleta’s from yesterday, but fuck, there was some nice quivering. Any normal clothes would have struggled with their deliciously voluptuous hourglass figures. I could feel my cock shifting. I found myself wondering what Lana’s mother looked like.

“I’m Brod.” I extended a hand toward Lana. She shook it.

“You’re strong,” she commented, smiling up at me.

I could have complimented those gigantic hips, or their ludicrous busts, but instead, I said, “You both have the most perfect eyebrows I’ve ever seen,” I commented.

“Oh, thank you!” giggled Lana. “I’m learning to do threading.”

“Yes, she is very talented, thank you for noticing,” said Arva. Her eyes wandered downward. It seemed she remembered how outrageous my package was. “So, Brod. Uh. You know….”

“I think what my aunt is going to ask is why’ve you come today?” asked Lana, elbowing Arva.

Her aunt cleared her throat and said, “Yes, that’s right. Greta told me a little about you, but not what you needed.”

I nodded. “Right. What I need is pants. I have custom pants, right? But I’ve grown since I got them.” I patted my right nut. “Yesterday Kurtköy Escort my pants ripped open in the bank while I was squatting. It was embarrassing.”

“Oh, my, in front of everyone?” asked Arva. “What a sight it must have been….”

“Yeah. That does sound awful…,” agreed Lana. “I wonder if anyone took pictures?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “I had to go in the back with a banker I knew and hide in the conference room.”

“Is that where you won them the Bay Steelworks account?” asked Arva.

I smirked. “Yes.”

Arva bit her lower lip and waved me into the back. “Let’s start measuring you. This should be interesting.”

I followed them into the back, and damn was I right about their asses. They were so big and round, bouncing and jiggling. I could see the gentle twitching of Lana’s powerful-looking hamstring under her soft flesh. These ladies probably worked out. Those asses swayed back and forth hypnotically. I tried not to grab them. My cock was starting to attempt its escape from my shorts. I regretted not wearing underwear.

They came to a chest of drawers at the end, where the two hallways met. Arva opened the top drawer, and said, “Where is it?”

“What?” asked Lana.

“The tapes, of course,” she answered.

“You moved them into the bottom drawer,” answered Lana. She bent over and slid the lowest drawer open, perking that fat booty up in the air. I heard her rummaging.

“No, let me look.” Arva bent over, her huge ass now exposed as well. Four plump, round, inviting, gropeable, enormous ass cheeks jiggled and bounced in front of me as they searched for their tools.

Lana looked over her shoulder and noticed me. Then she realized what I was looking at. We shared a grin. She glanced at her aunt and back at me. My cock was now in an arch, pushing the front of my pants out until the first few inches were visible. Lana licked her lips.

She reached back and grabbed her skirt with her fingers, and with a flick of her wrist, the cloth flipped up over her back, exposing her bare ass and her minimal panties. A puffy mound was visible, almost escaping her underwear.

I stepped forward and ran both hands over her ass. As her aunt kept rummaging through the chest, oblivious, Lana pushed back and ground her mound against my burgeoning bulge. That felt nice and warm through the thin cloth.

Lana straightened up and bit her lower lip as she looked up at me. Her aunt stood up. I stepped back.

“Hah!” Arva held up a tape measure. Then she looked down at my bulge and frowned.

“Um. Brod, what—”

FLUMP. My cock surged free, uncurling and flopping out of my pants, draping over the waist, a lazy downward arc that became straighter and straighter as I grew bigger and bigger. The fleshy behemoth hung in the air between them.

Arva opened her mouth, but it took her a moment to actually speak. “…Uh. What … are you … excited?”

“I was looking at your asses, couldn’t help it,” I answered.

“Oh my god,” panted Lana. Neither of them could take their eyes off my swelling organ. “So huge! You’re bigger than anything ever!”

“I … I … oh dear, oh no.” Arva mewled in her throat. “C-can you not get it to go down? I cannot measure you when you’re hard!”

My organ did not want to go down. It swelled to its full two-foot size, jutting proudly forward, a marble-sized, glistening droplet appearing at the tip. It pulsed powerfully, finger-thick vessels rippling as they supplied the monster’s energy.

“Not until I get it off,” I said. That wasn’t true, but I needed that pussy. “Sorry, but god damn, do you girls have nice asses.”

“Lana, did you tease him?” asked Arva, looking at her niece.

“I might have!” she answered, licking her lips as she looked at my erection.

“Well, help him get it down, I cannot deal with this if he’s erect. This is your fault,” she said before walking away, out to the front. I could hear her breathing deeply and muttering under her breath.

When I looked back at Lana, I could see glistening trails rolling down her thighs. “Come with me,” she said, grabbing my cock behind the glans and leading me into one of the fitting rooms.

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BluBalls for Kitty’s BootBoy Ch. 06

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I had just finished teasing my new BootBoy in my white outfit, complete with the shiny white spike heeled boots I was wearing when I met him. I knew he had been dying to worship those boots from the moment he laid his eyes on them, and it must have been torture on him as we dated several times and talked about how much he loved all the sexy thigh high boots I was wearing for him!

All along I had been acknowledging his interest in me but not doing too much about it, although I really did love the way we were dancing around our shared interest in boot-teasing!

But tonight was his lucky night (mine too!), and he had finally been allowed to watch me show off for him in those pretty white boots, and I had already spent a little while beginning to reel him in. He had been made to watch me tease him with them, strutting around the room while I was all dressed up like a hooker, and I had slowly begun to grant him the little favors he so desperately wanted. Slowly was the key word there…s-l-o-w-l-y!

First I made him sit in front of me while I displayed my slutty boots for him, and after denying him for a while (much to my amusement!) I finally let him touch them a little, just on the part of the boot between my knee and ankle.

I also made him follow me around like a good little boot-puppy, and I enjoyed watching him crawl on his hands and knees behind me while I paraded along in front of him and teased him visually with my sexy boots.

Our introductory little teasing session had finished with me encouraging him to reveal his desire to touch and kiss my slutty spike heels…but I did NOT let him do it…not yet! Of course, I did show them to him, offering them to him right in front of his eyes, only to keep them away from him…but I digress!

In any case, now I was in the other room, changing into a pretty pink outfit. It was almost the same as the little white getup I had employed to start the evening’s festivities, but it was a different color and had a couple of nice variations.

I picked out a soft pink angora sweater which was a low-cut button-down crop-style that I prefer wearing for teasing sessions. I love wearing fluffy angora to tease men, it’s so feminine and appealing, I find that it is perfect to disarm them of their aggressive tendencies and make them want to submit to me and my teasing ways…and my favorite sweaters are very revealing, tight little low-cut numbers I can leave mostly unbuttoned to show off my fantastic tits and cleavage…

I slipped into a pair of teeny tiny pink booty shorts this time, much sluttier than the flowy white miniskirt I was wearing before. I stood in front of my mirror and hiked them up so my ass cheeks came spilling out – if you know me and the way I like to dress for my teasing sessions, you know this is a look I like to present to my lucky little prickteasing subjects!

I then went over to my boot-rack and put the white boots back, this time selecting a pair of pink vinyl platform boots with a rounded toe and 6″ spike heels. I pulled my legs into them and zipped them up, standing up and fussing over my hair and makeup a little before calling out for my BootBoy.

“Oh, BootBoy! Come here, baby, and watch Kitty get ready for our next little teasing game!!”

He came walking into my dressing room, and the moment I saw him I said firmly, “Now what are you doing standing up like that! Doesn’t my BootBoy know that he is to remain on his hands and knees at all times tonight, unless I say otherwise?”

He practically fell to the floor, obeying my command without hesitation, and I motioned him over to me as I continued, “Now come here, BootBoy, and sit at my feet while I put the finishing touches on my next little teasey getup for you!”

He came crawling over and sat down on one side of me, looking up at me in the mirror. I ignored him, but I could see him out of the corner of my eyes, staring at me…I adjusted my tits and ass in my revealing outfit and fluffed up my golden blonde hair, and then began applying some pink rouge to my cheeks. “Do İstanbul Escort you like me in this pink outfit?”

“Yes, Kitty! I can’t believe how sexy you look when you get all dressed up like this!!”

“I’m glad. You know I’m doing it to turn you on, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“And is it working?”

“YES!!”

“Good! And what about these boots, honey? Do you like these pretty pink boots I’m wearing for you now, BootBoy?”

“Yes, Mistress, they’re very sexy, I love them!”

“Of course you do, you wouldn’t be my BootBoy if you didn’t! Now I must remind you that I’m going to tease and deny you with each and every pair of my slutty boots tonight, and if you are a good little BootBoy, I will let you have your way with them, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“And each time I put on a new pair of sexy boots to tease you with, I will let you do naughtier and more erotic things to them, but I will also tease and deny you more and more before letting you do what you want. Oh yes, and I intend on making you reveal ALL your perverted boot-desires to me, and the kinkier they are, the more I will make you work for them. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful!!”

“Very good. Now you sit right there like a good boy and watch me paint my lips for you – and then we will get started, right where we left off. You do remember where that was, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me!”

“I…I…told you how much I wanted to kiss your high heels!”

“Mmmmmm, you did, didn’t you? BootBoy is very naughty for wanting that, isn’t he?”

“Yes!”

“And did Mistress let her BootBoy do such a naughty thing to her sexy boots?”

“NO!”

“Awwww, pooooor BootBoy! Now he didn’t think his Mistress was just going to let him do whatever he wanted, did he?”

“Please!”

“You must know by now that you will have to earn every little sexual favor I give you, don’t you?”

“YES!!”

Pleased with his behavior and the way he was responding to me, I stared down at him knowingly and then picked up a stick of pink lip gloss and slowly began to paint my lips with it, pausing for a moment to ask sweetly, “Would BootBoy like to watch me paint my sexy lips up close?”

“YES!”

“What do you say?”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you! I love your lips! They’re so sexy, I love watching you paint them, make them all shiny and juicy looking! Please, PLEASE let me watch!!”

“Very good. Now stand up and come close, and then you may watch!”

He stood up and came close to the mirror, staring at me shamelessly as I slowly and erotically drew the long, thin stick of shiny pink lip gloss round and round my full, pouty lips until they were simply dripping wet. He squirmed around from the stimulation, and I could see the bulge in his pants…

Bu then, suddenly, without thinking, he instinctively reached his hand down and adjusted his erection.

“What do you think you are doing?” I demanded as I turned to face him, moving closer so I was right in his face. My stern tone was aggressive and intimidating, and a look of embarrassment came over his face.

“I…I…I…”

“Did I say you could do that?”

“No, but…but…”

“And you didn’t ask, did you??”

“No, but…I’m sorry, you’re just so…so sexy!”

“BAD BOY!” The look on his face was priceless, ashamed of himself like a small child caught stealing a cookie…

I let my scolding words sink in for a moment before continuing in a softer and more soothing tone, “I know baby, I know you want to touch yourself, don’t you?”

“YES!”

“Well, you can do that later, but only when I say so!”

“I’m sorry, Mistress!”

“You’d better be! Now, don’t let that happen again, until I say!!”

I winked at him, my demeanor suddenly becoming even more sweet and seductive, and his face displayed the kind of aroused confusion I absolutely adore seeing in a man…I was immediately reminded that he was already MINE – to toy with however I wanted…

“All right, I’m ready to tease you some Anadolu Yakası Escort more now! Back on the floor, BootBoy, and maybe you can convince me to take you back in the other room so I can resume tantalizing you!”

He sat down beside me, staring up at me, and I smiled and simply pointed at my boots. He looked at them and I started in on him, “You like these pretty pink boots, don’t you, BootBoy!” The way I said it, it was not a question!

“Yes!”

“Do you want to be teased with them?”

“YES!”

“What do you say?”

“Please!!”

“Please WHAT?”

“Please tease me some more with your sexy boots, Mistress!”

“Very good. And after I’ve teased you with them, what would you like to do to them?”

“Please let me touch them!”

“Is that all?”

“Please, please let me touch the high heels!”

“Oh yeah, you wanted to do that, didn’t you! Naughty BootBoy wants to worship the high heels, doesn’t he?”

“YES!”

“And…he wants to kiss them too!”

“YES, Kitty YES!! Please, PLEASE let me!”

“What else?”

“I…I…I wanna…”

“You wanna what?? You wanna lick them too, you naughty boy, don’t you!” Again, this was not a question…

“Oh, God! Yes, PLEASE!!”

I was starting to really get off on coaxing him like this, interrogating him about his desires, confronting him about them and forcefully making him reveal them all to me…

I lifted one boot up just a little, leaving the toe on the floor, showing him the sexy spike heel and saying, “Oooooh, yeah, these spike heels are VERY sexy, aren’t they! I can see why you like them so much!” I moved the heel around a little, displaying it for him, and he watched it intently, not taking his eyes off it. I put it back down and repeated the show with the other heel, and he kept watching.

He suddenly reached for his crotch again, but before touching his cock through his pants, I noticed what he was about to do and I reached forward, pushing his hand away roughly.

“What did I say?”

“You said…not to touch it…but…I…I’m sorry, Mistress, I can’t help it”

“You can’t help WHAT???”

“I can’t help…touching myself! The way you tease me…it’s so fantastic, it turns me on!”

“Awwwww!”

“I’m sorry!”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“NO!”

“Poooooor BootBoy! It’s okay, honey, I understand! Now come with me, let’s go into the living room and we can continue our little discussion, okay?”

And then, with a suggestive wink, I spun around on my tiptoes and pranced into the living room again, and he scurried after me, crawling along behind me. I paused a couple times, letting him get close enough to me to touch my slutty pink spike-heeled boots, but he simply stopped and sat right behind me, ogling them but not reaching out to touch them – because he knew better.

“Oooo, BootBoy knows exactly how to behave now, doesn’t he!” I said sweetly, tossing my long hair over one shoulder to look down at him, “He knows he can look but not touch, at least not until I say!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Would BootBoy like to touch these sexy pink boots?”

“YES!”

“And what about these high heels? Do you like them??”

“YES!!”

“Go ahead and touch them!”

He reached out but I simply took one step forward, giggling and easily denying him. Again I reveled in how easy it was to reject him, with me standing and him sitting, it was too simple to just walk away from him, staying just out of his reach…

“What’s wrong, BootBoy? I told you it’s okay to touch them now, so do it!” One of my favorite kinky games, one of erotic mental torment, was just beginning now…

Again I offered them to him, and he crawled toward them and reached out. I noticed again how he couldn’t reach out to touch them while he was crawling, he had to sit up straight, taking the weight off his hands, so he could balance while reaching out. This afforded the perfect opportunity for me to deny him, as the time it took for him Üsküdar Escort to position himself allowed me to step forward just a little to remove my boots from his reach.

“Come on, now, you come and get them!” My coaxing was firm and encouraging, but there was also a sternness to it that really played into his deeper submissive desires…

This little game of taunting torment continued for another minute, with me encouraging his advances but denying him at the same time, and I was enjoying it immensely. He kept falling into my little trap, continuing to follow me around like a horny puppy dog, and before long he began to moan and whimper a little each time I denied him.

“What’s wrong, BootBoy?” I said in an accusatory tone, “Why aren’t you touching my sexy boots? I know you like them, I know you want to touch them, so why aren’t you doing it?”

This is exactly the kind of mind game I enjoy playing with a teaseboy, encouraging him to make advances but making it impossible for him to get anywhere, then innocently questioning why he hasn’t come to get what he wants…

“But…but…you keep taking them away from me!”

“Awwww, is Mistress doing that? Is she teasing and denying you, poor little BootBoy???”

“Yes!”

“Now I told you I was going to tease you, and I’m just doing what I said I was going to do!”

“Oh God, please, PLEASE let me have them!”

“NO!” I raised my voice this time, and then continued, “But you will continue to try to get them, won’t you!”

I kept toying with him this way, cruelly busting his balls by offering my slutty boots to him, right before his eyes, demanding that he tend to them, but not letting him. This was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, being in such a position of power and complete control over him…I could feel my pussy getting wet as I continued to tease him, watching his arousal and desperation get hotter and more intense!

Finally I sat down on the couch and he crawled over to me. I pointed at the floor in front of me and he sat down right there, gazing up at me with a look of sheer desire that excited me greatly. I showed him the high heel of one of my boots again, lifting it up above him just like before, saying “There! Is this what you want?”

“YES!”

“Do you think I should give it to you?”

“YES!!”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been a good boy, I’ve let you tease me, I hope you enjoyed it Mistress!”

“Yes, I did, BootBoy! But what if I want to KEEP teasing you?”

“NO!”

“Yes, BootBoy!”

“No, PLEASE NO!!”

I could have kept denying him, but like I said, I was beginning to pity him already, and so I teased him like that just a little while longer, keeping the spiky heel high up above him for just another second or two. But then I slowly brought it back down, offering it to him.

He reached up and began touching it…very slowly and softly. Even though this was the point of the night’s fun and games for him, he was carefully watching me for my approval, allowing me the privilege of deciding every detail of how he would be rewarded for his compliance…

His fingers slipped in between the sexy high heel, and he casually caressed it up and down as his other hand softly rubbed around the toe and the top of my boot covered foot. I held it still and smiled down at him, and he glanced back up at me every few seconds, checking to make sure what he was doing met with my approval.

We didn’t say a word at this point, as both of us were simply fascinated with the erotic nature of this newfound little game, with me offering, allowing his advances just a little, denying him after a while, and then granting him his desires some more. The whole thing was developing quite nicely and I was enjoying every second of it!

Finally I broke the silence. “There now,” I said soothingly, “is that what you wanted?”

“Yes, Miss, thank you!”

“And did you enjoy the little show I put on for you too?”

“Oh, God, YES! That really turned me on, you know exactly how to make me want you, exactly how to get me…”

I knew what he was about to say, and I considered making him say it, but decided to wait. I would confront him about his erection later, and we would have all kinds of fun making him reveal it to me and pay the price for his arousal…

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