Golden Shower Pt. 02

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After last evening’s events, I had been drinking water and trying to fill up my bladder as best as I could all day long. Just thinking of all the nasty things I had done the night before, kept me hard the entire day.

At around 7 pm, I went outside to have a smoke. I waited and waited, hoping that my little nympho piss girl would show up again. I smoked one cigarette and then another with her nowhere in sight. I was just about to lose all hope when she came around the corner. She smiled at me and my cock instantly went hard in my suit pants. I was afraid that it would be awkward when we started to talk. Instead, it was like we knew each other for years. She asked about my day and I told her about work and life and the normal everyday chit chat items. She asked if she could bum a smoke and we stayed down there for another 5 or 10 minutes just shooting the shit.

As she was finishing up her smoke she said to me, I haven’t pissed all day. I am absolutely bursting and we better get up to your office before I wet myself.

We hoped on the elevator and soon we at my office door. I could tell that there was something different about her this evening. It wasn’t necessarily how she was dressed but how she was acting. As soon as the door was closed, she reached for me and we made out like horny teenagers. My hands were all over her body, rubbing her breasts, her back, her ass and finally I started to massage her pussy through her pants. She moaned in approval and bit down on my tongue in her mouth. After playing around for another minute or two, she took off her coat and unbuttoned her jeans. She slipped off her pants and forced my head down to her pussy. I tried to pull off her panties and she told me to leave them Anadolu Yakası Escort on. She said she wanted me to suck her pussy through the panties and that I had better do a good job or otherwise I would be sorry. I could smell her through her panties and as I rubbed them back and forth my hand was soon soaked.

She was absolutely dripping wet. She shoved my head directly into her panties and tensed for a couple of seconds. I was confused at first, but then I understood exactly what was happening. She slowly let out a few drops of her golden nectar, stopped the flow and had me sucking it out of her panties. She then let out a few more drops and quit the flow again. What she was doing was driving me completely insane with lust. I wanted to drink all of her sweet piss and drown in it. I begged for her to release it all over my face. All I got were a few more drops. I pleaded, please piss on me, please piss on my fucking face. I need you to soak me in your pee. At that moment, she pulled her panties to the side and unleashed a torrent of hot piss. I did everything I could to try and drink as much as I could. It was obvious as she started to really flow that she had told me the truth about not going all day. It was the yellowest piss I had ever seen.

But it tasted marvelous. I almost came in my pants as the warm liquid flowed down my throat. She must have pissed for at least a minute straight and I was drowning in it by the time was done. My shirt was completely sopping wet. The floor had a huge obvious piss stain on it. But I couldn’t have cared less. I was in heaven. The taste and smell of her pent up piss was all I cared about at that moment.

When the flow finally stopped, I put my tongue Pendik Escort on her clit. I wanted her to add to the wetness on my face and cum all over me. After licking her for a few minutes, she pulled my head up. She told me to stop licking her clit and that tonight she was in control. Last night was my fun but tonight she was the boss. She then confessed to me that the best orgasms she ever had involved her ass and wanted me to rim her asshole right fucking now.

I slid my head back down and flicked my tongue over her sweet little asshole. I became intoxicated by the smell of her ass. It wasn’t unpleasant just simply strong and soon I felt like that smell was absorbed by my body. I tongue fucked her butt and slowly bit around the outside of her butthole. She started massaging her clit and soon it started to build up inside of her. I could tell that she was getting close and I knew that I had to keep her stimulated. I shoved my tongue as deep as I could in her butt and started to hum as I shoved it in and out. She lost it then and had a furious orgasm with her crying out and screaming multiple profanities.

I slowly licked her again for a few minutes and let her come back down from her major orgasm.

She pulled me up to her and started french kissing me and tasting her own ass on my tongue. At this point, I was in real trouble. I was so fucking horny I thought was dick would blast off if she just touched it. But I was also desperate to piss. As I mentioned before, I had been drinking water non-stop all day long. And I hadn’t pissed in quite some time. It was as if she sensed my dilemma and my unease. She told me get on top and fuck her. She said I know you are close and when you need to cum, just Kurtköy Escort spray it inside me. Soak my pussy with your seed. I got into position and slid my cock into her. I lasted all of about 5 pumps before I started to shoot inside her wet pussy. I started to go soft and slid back out of her. She grabbed my dick and aimed it up. At that moment, all the piss I had held inside for hours started to shoot out. She directed my flow on her stomach, then up to her tits, upwards to her neck and face and finally her mouth. She drank it down like a champ and hardly spilled a drop. I pissed and pissed forever. When the stream slowed down she put my cock in her mouth and drank down the rest.

I was spent and needed some time to recover. Instead, she mounted my face and told me to eat my cum out of her pussy again. I did what I was told and was rewarded as I got every bit of my cum out of her. She was enjoying herself and after my cum was eaten, she supplied my waiting mouth with some of her own cum. We threw some clothes on and went downstairs to smoke. I needed some fresh air and the cigarette to get myself thinking straight again. She asked me if I had fun and I told her that tonight was ever more fun than the night before. That I had never imagined having some great sex with someone I didn’t know. And finding a piss friend in the process.

She told me my training was just getting started and if I thought this was great just wait until we really introduced ourselves to each others bodies. I told her that I could hardly wait.

When the smoke was finished she kissed me hard on the mouth and said she had to go for the evening. She told me to be downstairs tomorrow evening at 7pm sharp. If I wasn’t then, she was going to punish me in a way that I would never forget. With that we parted ways and I headed back to my office.

I am already thinking of what may take place tomorrow and also am considering being late just to find out what she will do to me for disobeying me.

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*****

There were three things of which I could be absolutely certain.

1. If I didn’t escape soon, I was going to brutally executed.

2. I could escape whenever I wanted.

3. One of my captors was packing a huge cock, so I was really on the fence about things one and two.

“Stand up, bitch! It’s time for your trial!” one of the brutes shouted at me as he knocked his fist against the metal wall that emitted the containment field.

“Aw, couldn’t you have sent me the black-haired one with the broad shoulders?” I pouted.

“Why would I do that?”

“A prisoner is entitled to her last meal.” I beamed.

“just stand the fuck up and get over here, cunt.”

“His loss.” I stood and complied. He tapped a few buttons on the console I knew to be on the other side of my cell and the force field dropped with a dying hum.

His partner—also not the hung hot guard I wanted— pointed his concussion rifle at me as I freely offered my hands to the brute.

“Try not to pinch my tits this time.” I smiled with the request. He slapped the grav-cuffs onto my wrists and they whipped together, pinching my breasts in exactly the way I’d asked him not to. If there was one thing I hated about being imprisoned above the low-quality food, the beatings, the casual abuse, and of course, the smell, it was almost never being allowed to have even a bra.

I’m sure for the usual criminals, even the female ones, that sort of ammenity was understandaby absent, underwire could be used as a weapon and it’s not like it mattered if their tits bounced a little more while they were walked to the decorporializer. But when you’re saddled with a pair of MMM-cup shirt-rippers like mine, bralessness is a downright cruel and unusual punishment. My girls ached for relief from their own weight as much as they longed for some affectionate handling.

I trudged between them, the blue-and-grey jumpsuit straining to hold together around my curves. If there was any real victim here, it was the clothing. At least they allowed me a hair tie, my platinum blonde pony-tail was high and tight, except for a single errant strand that fell between my pale purple eyes.

The march led us into a crowded court-room; perhaps a hundred people had crowded into the public bench areas to finally see me get mine, different aliens and androids and humans like me all champing at the bit. They were a picnic compared to the judge, the old bastard had a scowl that could have melted Nusteel and I didn’t think he was going to be feeling particularly merciful.

I kissed the air, then blew, not being able to use my hands made the gesture somewhat less clear, but I think my adoration for my public was obvious. The lawyer who would be speaking against me was actually kind of cute. I lamented not having time to get him naked and seeing if he was worth my time, but those pretty black curls would have to get sweaty over some other space-slag for the forseeable future.

My lawyer, a public defender, was by contrast, the least sexy thing I had ever seen. He was of an alien species I had yet to encounter, but it was as though he were fashioned of the imperfections of humans all wadded up into a big bunch. His suit was actually a thick coat of fur that grew from his back, his head was bald save for a single curly patch in the center. His chest was concave and his gut an outward jutting oval that jiggled when he moved. That made sense, they would have picked him for maximum failure and looking like this, any argument he put forth (in what I assumed would be a wimpy, nasal voice, just to complete the picture) would be ignored by the jury.

To be fair, I was guilty as sin and twice as attractive.

***

“Vanity Nova, for thirteen years your reign of terror throughout the seven solar-systems has been the stuff of true infamy. In the wake of your passage, there have been fortunes worth of robbery and looting, untold expenses in property damage, scores of kidnapped women and men an-”

I interrupted him, “Correction Your Honor. Kidnapped men. The women all came willingly. They wanted their own lives and power in the world and I gave it to them.”

The Judge scowl-smirked at my outburst. “You know, Miss Nova, you might want to consider disputing claims the prosecution makes in their entirety next time. When you jump in to correct one point like that it almost makes it seem like everything else you didn’t correct is true in your opinion as well.”

“It is.” I said, beaming, and the judge went back to scowl-scowling.

“Then I see no reason to go on. Ladies, gentleman, nueterkin, hyperdimensional, bacterial and all varying identifiers therrein, before you sits a woman who admits to her crimes and is unrepentant for them. Keep that in mind as she speaks in her defense and know in your hearts and various other organs and metaphorical Anadolu Yakası Escort constructs that you have no choice but to vote guilty in your deliberations.”

“Would you like to take the stand, Miss Nova?” The judge asked.

“I would, Your Honor.” I said.

“Bailif, escort Miss Nova to the bar.” The judge instructed. My heart leapt as he came from the back, it was the hung stud! So that was why he wasn’t with the other guards, he’d been picked for court duty today. Now that I had my prize I could escape!

I let him lead me to the stand, grinning as he stood to the side and clasped his hands in front of my prize’s prize, the one that dangled between his legs.

“What do you have to say in your defense, Miss Nova?” the judge asked.

“Well your honor, and all you fucks in the jury box, I’m gonna keep this short and to the point. Today is about truth, is it not? Let’s have some. I comitted all the crimes of which I stand accused, and a number that haven’t even been brought up. I’m also guilty of being a cheat at cards, a lush, and certainly a bit of a slut. Now that that’s all clear, let’s have more honesty, shall we? This is a kangaroo court that will not allow you to think for yourselves because it isn’t what society wants you to do. My crimes have largely been victimless, and where there were victims, trust me that they fucking deserved it. In addition, all the guards but the one to my left have teeny tiny penises and I suspect their life of protective service is to cover for the insecurity they all feel because of this. And lastly, since we are speaking the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, I’m fucking out of here!”

With those words I abruptly dived left, my tongue peeling the adhesive strip from the roof of my hard palette to allow the Pill containing Hrunja extract to disolve in my mouth. At the same time I wrapped my leg’s around stud-boy’s torso and used my cuffed hands as a sort of loop to shove his face between my massive breasts. Guards aimed weapons and people hollared, but all that was just a glimpse before the extract kicked in and the pair of us faded from sight.

***

I had trained to withstand the disorienting effects of Hrunja, which was what gave me advantage over the poor bailif. By the time he was done gasping for breath, and, I suspected, his vision was be clearing I already had my knees trapping his arms to the ground and was letting my tits do what they did best: rest heavily. I could feel his feeble attempts to breath as I ground the big mounds into the ground around his face. I spoke directly into his ear.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully. With my boobs on you like this you have maybe two minutes, possibly three if you can really hold your breath before you go unconcious from oxygen loss. If you’re smart, you’ll reach back, as painful a position as it may be, and use your fingerprint to deactivate the cuffs that I’m using to hold you in this near-fatal position. If you’re not, you’ll die, and I’ll just have to find another way to dump the cuffs later, but I’m not keeping you alive if you don’t prove cooperative. Clear?”

He paused a moment. The hot ones were almost never smart, but finally he did as I had instructed. The second the cuffs deactivated I snatched his weapon from the strap around his shoulder and pointed it so that it was the first thing he saw when he finally rescued his face from my vast expanse of titflesh.

“I am so fired,” he groaned.

“Aw, don’t fret dearie, you’re going to have a job with me from now on.”

“What?”

“You heard the trial. I kidnap men. Well, it starts out as kidnapping, but eventually they almost always end up liking it. I think you will too.”

“You’re free, what good am I to you as a hostage?”

“Oh no, not a hostage, hon. You’re gonna be in my harem.”

“You’re what?”

“You’re the whole reason I’m here.”

“Why?”

“Think back to the night your band managed to capture me. Do you remember what you were doing before you stumbled on my crashed ship?”

“Uh, we patroled awhile, we landed on the planet, that stuff?”

“No. You took a piss.”

“What?”

“You and one of the other guards put down your guns, went over to the bush, you hauled out your big fat limp swinging dick and took a piss. I was watching from my hiding spot. That’s why I didn’t run when the rest of your boys came from the other way; I was mesmerized.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“You’re the most dangerous criminal in the entire galaxy and we brought you in because you saw my COCK!?”

“You got it.”

An odd little smirk crept over his face and he blushed a little. “You know, that’s actually quite flattering.”

“Well in my defense, it’s a VERY big dick.”

“That’s what the other guys always say, but-“

“Shhhh!” I raised a clench fist as I shushed him, “your nano-cocked coworkers are gonna be looking for us, we’ve got to find somewhere to lay low for the night, then we’ll be hooking up with The Audacity in the morning.”

“You’ve got Bostancı Escort to be kidding me. Why do you think I’ll implicate myself?”

“I’m the one with the gun,” I explained. “Now move those three legs and MARCH.”

“I’m not a Sirius Sigma 9 Alien, I don’t have three legs,” he protested as he began to walk.

“Yeah,” I said, gently patting the bulge of his penis with the rifle-stalk, “you keep telling yourself that.”

***

We found a decent clearing. It would suit my purposes nicely, from the soft moss to the obscuring trees that would keep us from view.

“Now we’re going to sleep,” I said, gesturing for a particularly dense patch of arboreal softness with the gun.

“I’m going to stay awake. Then, when you go to sleep, I’m going to get away or get my gun back. You might as well just surrender now.”

I laughed, “That’s exactly where you’re wrong, tripod, you’re about to be very sleepy.”

“What?” He didn’t have time to think as I pulled the trigger, bursts of field-contained magma burst out in red-hot lines, he screamed in panic as I fired again and again, then blew the smoke coming from the barrel as I admired my handiwork.

His pants were melted slag, his perfect cock hanging free and limp, drooping admirably over a pair of balls the size of valencia oranges. I pointed the gun back at him.

“Hands behind your head and close your eyes,” I commanded as I closed the distance between us.

Blind, terrified and possibly hungry, he would was probably shocked when he felt the heat of my saliva licking and lapping across the surface of his massive testicles. I worked hard, letting the tip of my tongue slip into his scrotums many wrinkles and creases, slavishly polishing the fear-sweat from them, warming them, loving how they descended in lusty fullness as he relaxed.

I’d come back to them later, but I had to pay respect to the massive appendage that had so caught my attention. I seized the middle of it, loving how heavilly it drooped in limpness as I pursed my lips and kissed the head, tonguing deep beneath his foreskin, swirling around his extra-sensitive head with a deep lusty moan to let him know how I was enjoying the flavor of him.

He was beginning to fill out now, and I took the time to get the rest of his shaft coated in slobber, giving flat-tongued licks up and down the sides, bathing the veins that criss-crossed along the bottom of his cock, nibbling and slurping my way up the tip with sloppy mouth-motions, letting drool spill from my lips, running in rivulets up and down his lengthening shaft, slipping into that foreskin, dripping from those nuts.

I pulled back to admire the effect I was having. His cock was starting to resemble the rifle-barrel for all its length, I pressed the two together a moment just to appreciate it.

“Please don’t shoot my balls off!” He begged, voice husky with lust despite the pleading tone.

“Never in a million years, dummy. I have plans for those.” I moved the gun aside, hand still on it just in case and proceeded to angle my neck, attacking his balls from the bottoms this time, kissing and sucking at one, then the other, bobbling them like toys on my face, moving and swaying so that they’d drag ruggedly over the whole of my countenance, my features nothing more than a platter to cradle their weight.

“Come on stud… you’re teabagging the most feared Piratess in the known universe. Don’t tell me that isn’t making your little head just about burst with ego overflow,” I purred the words into his nutsack, knowing full-well that if he did open his eyes and look all he’d see was my chin beneath his titanic equipment.

He didn’t have to answer with words, his prick was finally at full-stand, jutting up powerfully from his crotch like a rocket prepared for launch, and launch is exactly what I planned to make it do.

But first things first; I opened my mouth as wide as it would possibly go, lifting up to totally engulf one of this monster balls, letting the huge sphere of sperm syrup descend deep into my throat, gagging on it as the thing stopped my gullet completely. I teared up a little; I didn’t want to look weak just now, but I couldn’t help it, I had never gobbled so massive a ball.

Painfully I dropped, my throat making a horrific “GLURRRK” noise as the colossal cum bag broke free.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, “can I please look at what you’re doing down there, you uh, wicked, evil pirate bitch?”

I laughed, playfully giving his hard dick a slap, “Okay, one more time, but not a third, your balls could fucking kill a girl.”

He looked down, those innocent brown eyes wide with awe as I repeated the act of deep ball suction, tugging the bag a little as I retreated off this time, loving how his face went through what seemed twenty different joyful, confused and ecstatic emotions as I did. He might have an enormous cock, but this guy would suck at poker. Well, maybe not strip poker.

But I digress.

Then it was on to the main attraction itself, I took a few deep breaths to ready myself before plunging Erenköy Escort my face onto that seeming mile of meat, taking advantage of my now free hands to peel the ugly prison jumpsuit seam open, famously massive tits bobbling into view. There are endless rumors about just how my boobs stay as firm as they are. Some think I’m cybernetic, others believe I’ve recieved some sort of alien training or technology, while others say, “holy fucking christ those are some gigantic titties!” and let the issue rest at that.

He marveled at them, eyes somehow even wider than they already had been, like if he just peeled his lids open far enough he’d somehow be able to take them all in a way that stuck. Just to be a bitch I gave the girls a healthy jiggle, watching the way his pupils jiggled right along with them. You can threaten men with violence, or try to make cogent arguments, or even attempt to bribe them, but I’ll take my pair of MMM cups in terms of converting people to my cause any day.

speaking of mmm, I went “mmm” as I opened wide for his girthy helmet. Not only was the guy hung but he had one of those dicks where the head is clearly the biggest part… he was gonna feel incredible every time he popped in or out of my pussy, but the goal tonight wasn’t to pleasure myself, I had to wear him out, so instead I popped that megalithic pricktip in and out of my fat pouty dicksucking lips over and over and over, letting myself take in a little more with each dive in, adding perhaps a centimeter or so of cock to my face at every plunge.

I had to be careful, this was exactly where I could get myself into trouble. On the one hand, I had to show this gargantuan god-rod the time of its life, pleasure him like no one ever had until he was a mewling mess of spent sperm at my feet. On the other, the best way to do that was to take this sucker DEEP, and deepthroating a dick that could probably reach my stomach was dangerous. I couldn’t assert control over him if I was puking my guts out onto his boulder-like balls.

So I worked up to it slow. I took time to stick his cockhead into my left cheek, stretching my face out for his horny pleasure, swiveling it across my tongue to the other cheek, showing him that my mouth was big enough to suck an ordinary average cock sideways. I let the girthy invador probe beneath my tongue, testing the limits of my jaw, pushing it down. It was actually a good way to warm my poor hinges up who were about to get a SERIOUS work out. I don’t know if you start your day cracking your jaw open to suck a mag-light, but I don’t, so I wasn’t used to this.

Finally I started to bob up and down on him, letting a hand help keep me from biting, or rather throating, off more than I could chew. As I worked into it more and more I couldn’t keep my horny moans of approval from rolling around his shaft and spilling from my mouth. I was truly fighting my cunt, which begged and begged that we stop all this sucking and let the beast fuck it. Sucking dick makes me horny. Huge dicks make me horny. Sucking a huge dick could put me into a frenzied overdrive that made me hard to control.

That frenzy was making other aspects of this hard to control too. That helping hand I was using had started to slip and every few bobs I’d back off with a cough or gag, the fearsomely fat fuckstick was gaping my throat into new shapes even as it stopped my air. The up-and-down motion of my body was more than just my head moving, I rocked on my knees, tits swaying and bouncing explosively. I realized I was neglecting a valuable weapon and angled back even further, my huge tits coliding with his massive dangling balls at every epic bounce.

Sometimes they would just brush the bottoms of his sack, and others slip to caress the sides front, and if I really angled my arms right I could get my undulating udders to part and then slap together around his ballsack, the wait of them tugging his nuts down as they’d descend. Humongous cock or not, this poor boy didn’t stand a chance against me.

But I had to respect his staying power. I was so caught up in the moment it was a long time before I realized it had even been a long time. Beads of sweat rolled down my forhead and shoulders and tits. Waves of thick, pearlescent slobber drooled from my lips, making a complete mess of my jaw, and dripped down with such constant excessiveness it looked like I was wearing a bib made of ball-batter draped over my tremendous tits.

I couldn’t wait to measure this monstrosity when I was back in the safety of my ship, but I was fairly certain I was hitting at least ten inches of cock at each bounce, and there was still so much cock left to go. Finally I hit him with a real show-stopper, gargling that preposterous pole of penile plowmeat (oh good lord, he’d skull-fucked the cogency right out of my terminology) as deep as I could then swallowing on it while rolling my head, letting the depths of my gullet caress his head while my esophagus rippled on his shaft.

The balls I was battering with my bouncing boobs began to bunch up, their low-hanging sack cinching up on itself as they prepared to deliver what I guessed would be one unbelievable payload. His expressive face had “Holy fuck I’m going to cum!” written all over it as I sucked and glucked and throatfucked my way to the ocean of cum being greedily hoarded by his humongous hanging nuts.

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She had him bound to the bed this time. His cock was bulging out from his metal chastity device. She stood on the bed over him wearing only high socks, a short-stripped skirt and a sports bra. She was swinging her right foot back so her heel would touch her butt, then let it fall until it made contact with his tightly bound nuts.

“Ah!” Slowly and rhythmically she would lift her leg back up and do it again. And again. And again.

“Oh, I know. It kinda hurts doesn’t it? Believe me, I could make it a lot worse.” She let her leg fall again, hitting him directly between the balls with the base of her foot. “You were lucky that I was so nice to you the last few days. You got my mouth yesterday, you got to make me come riding you Tuesday, you got some real sensual edging on Monday. At the time I didn’t know then that I was going to find you trying to get yourself off with my vibrator.” Her foot nailed him again. “Plus, you were pretty lazy about licking my pussy before, maybe this will help you do better tomorrow.” She kicked him again.

“Ah!” He cried.

He hadn’t come in 6 days, but he knew it would be another five until he would. She set the timer for 11 minutes each of those days. 11 minutes for 11 days, and then he would get to come. For 11 minutes she would pet, lick, kick, fuck, stroke, suck and torture his cock to the point that it was ready to burst and then put him away in his locked cage. Each time reminding him, “only 10 more days until you go to come.”

“Only 9 more days until…”

“Only 8…”

“Only 7….”

She let her foot fall again. “Since you tried to break the rules, I’m just going to keep kicking you in the nuts for the rest of your time.” She had her foot lifted up, touching her butt, leaving it there as she hovered over him. “Then when there is one-minute left, I’m going to pause the timer, unlock you and grab your cock as hard as I can. I’m going to jerk your cock so painfully hard until you are just about to come, and then I’m going to let go and hit your poor swollen balls a few more time before I lock you back up.” This time she brought her foot down with a little extra force, hitting him more on the left ball this time.

“Ah! Oh fuck,” he said. His balls were already so sore they were starting to swell. The pain was moving around his abdomen more and more with each new blow. He knew he was helpless, completely at her mercy. He knew it, and he absolutely loved it. She kicked him again. “Ah, fuck!”

The stop watch next to the bed was at 7 minutes 56 seconds, 55, 54, 53….

Her foot fell. He yelped, “ahhh!”

Two months earlier….

Things weren’t what they used to be around the home. Clutter was building throughout the house. Things were getting messy, untidy. It had been about 3 months since his dominant wife had repealed the ten-minute trade, where she gave him ten minutes of sexual attention in turn for doing all the dishes, all the time. As things fell back into normalcy the quality of their sexual activities began to follow suite. If it happened at all it would happen pretty much the same way each time: they would kiss, he would strip her and eat her out a little, then he would fuck her hovering over her or get her from behind. With this return to normalcy came Bostancı Escort a general decline in motivation for both of them.

Netflix had largely replaced the passion filled nights of pussy licking, ball busting, cock stroking, sucking, licking, pinching, teasing, coming, fingering, face sitting and ass smacking, prostate massaging, fucking and coming again. And again. And again. One evening, after finishing their season finale, they looked at each other sprawled out on the futon. Her in her bathrobe and sweatpants, him in long johns and a hoodie. They lazily stared at each other entertaining the idea of fucking, but neither of them could find anything in the other to get them going. He went to bed in a sad state of hopelessness feeling dumb and male as he so often did. She went to bed equally discouraged, but was forming the realization that something needed to change.

They next day started pretty usually. Coffee, breakfast, computer work and then off their separate ways for a day of work. This fine day, however, would end much more captivatingly than it began.

When he arrived home, he filled the wood stove, fed the dog and started a pot of soup on the stove. He had noticed her car in the driveway, but didn’t see any signs of her. He went upstairs to change into something more comfortable, thinking about what they should watch now that their show was over.

When he opened their bedroom door he was blown away by the scene laid out in front of him. The candle light showed the cleanest room he had seen in months. This surprised him greatly, but not as much as the sight of her kneeling on the bed wearing nothing but black thigh high pantyhose and the smallest black bikini bottom he had ever seen. The flickering of the light on her bare skin gave him the impression that she was on fire. She smiled at him with a brash look on her face while she twirled a metal cock ring in her finger.

“Wow. Uh, hey.” He was clearly speaking unfoundedly. His cock was already beginning to grow.

“Last night I realized that I’m craving something out of your that I haven’t been getting lately, so I came up with an idea on how to get it back.” As she said this, she stopped twirling the cock ring and reached behind her with her other hand. She pulled up a metal chastity cage with a small lock on it.

Just then he noticed a string with a key on it dangling between her breasts. “Oh fuck,” he said. His cock was almost fully erect in his pants.

“We are going to play a little game for a while. Here is how it is going to work.” She got up from the bed leaving the ring and cage and walked up to him, pressing her nearly naked body against his side and beginning to unbutton his pants. “You are going to make me come, then I am going to make you cum, and then you are going to put this cage on.”

“Sounds good to me.” he said.

“I’m sure it does, but that’s not the whole game. Tomorrow you are going to make me come again, but with the cage on. After I have come, I’m going to tease your cock for one minute. Whether I leave you locked up or not is up to me, but I can tell you that tomorrow, you definitely will not be coming.”

He let out a sigh that sounded strangely like a groan. She had his pants down and rubbed her chest on his leg on her way back up, trailing her hands behind her until she stood all the way back up. She left one hand on his ass and the Kadıköy Escort other she kept over his boxers and grabbed his hard cock. She held it firmly as she stared directly into his eyes. For a moment he thought he would come from the sheer strength of her stare.

“The day after that I will let you out and make you come again. But then the next two days after that you’re staying locked up and going to eat my pussy. After I am satisfied, I’ll tease you for two minutes each of those days, and then on the third day you get to come.”

“Oh man,” he said. He was so turned on and ready to start licking her pussy that he could hardly exhale his breath. She had dropped his boxers to his feet and was on her way up to lift his shirt.

“And then it will continue on like that. Every time I make you come, I add another day of chastity on to the prior length, but I add another minute of teasing to each day as well. By my calculation, at the end of the month you’ll be in chastity for a stretch of 7 days, each day making me come and getting 7 painstaking minutes of my hands, mouth, feet and pussy edging you until you want to explode. But I’ll stop before you can, and lock you right back up.”

He was fully naked at this point. She had his cock firmly between her legs, pushing it up on her pussy by reaching behind her ass. She barely moved her hips back and forth. He could feel her wetness slathering the top of his shaft, getting wetter and wetter with each motion.

“And if you fail to satisfy me any of those days, your tease is going to be a lot more painful than pleasurable.” She lowered herself onto her knees and guided his cock into her mouth with one hand. She held it in there for a few seconds without moving, just looking up at him. Then she started slapping his balls with her other hand. When he tried to jerk away, she bit down on his cock to prevent him from moving. He stood up on his tip toes and gave a slight yelp and she started laughing. “Trust me, neither of us want that to have to happen.”

She stood back up and flung him by the arm toward the bed. He landed on his back and looked up at her. She started walking toward him slowly. “So, do you agree?” She asked him.

He didn’t even think for a second, just started nodding and mustered out a quick “Yeah.”

“Good.”

She crawled up onto him, dragging her leg on his balls and hard cock on the way up toward straddling his head. She gave him a light kick in the balls with her bare foot. She giggled a little at jerk his body made and then settle her pussy onto his face with her back facing his feet. The tiny black bikini bottom was soaking wet. She rubbed it all over his face moaning and she did so. He stuck his tongue out eagerly, fully ready to enjoy the taste of her pussy. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into her so hard that he could barely breathe. Then she started slowly thrusting her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy all over his mouth and tongue.

After a minute or two, or five, it was really hard to tell, she rose from his face and stood over him on the bed. She dropped her panties and left them lie on his torso. She stepped one foot onto his cock so that her front toe was just barley touching the head of his penis, as her heel dug into his ball sack. She shifted back and forth with her foot a number of times, and then stepped with more pressure onto his Göztepe Escort cock. Precum was oozing out from the tip of his dick. At the sight of such a large bead of precum she got overwhelmingly horny. She bent over and sucked the cum off the tip of his dick. The feel of her warm mouth on the head of his cock had him desperately craving to be inside of her. She put his dick a little further into her mouth and then looked up at him, moving only her tongue in circles while the rest of her was motionless, resting over him on all fours.

She grabbed his cock with one hand and lowered her pussy onto him. She guided his cock into her slowly, throwing her head back in sheer ecstasy and she did so. Aside from coming, the initial insertion of his cock into her was perhaps her favorite part of fucking. She took a good long time before she had fully taken his cock.

She sat there for minute with her eyes closed, hands firmly grasping his chest. When she opened her eyes, she looked at him. “You better hope you don’t come first, because I’m not done until I’m done.” He hadn’t come in nearly two weeks, so she was not asking an easy task.

With that she started thrusting into him and ferociously moving her whole body forward, then backward, forward then backward. She was moaning. So was he. She was fucking him so fast he couldn’t believe it. Grabbing him tighter and tighter as she went. He could feel his orgasm building.

“Oh fuck,” he said while he thought about her sexy mind, that wet pussy, those strong perfectly tanned legs, “oh fuck.”

He started saying it louder ” fuuuuuck, oh, oh fuuuck!” She was moaning and shaking her head no. She started thrusting even faster, even harder still shaking her head no.

“Uuuh, No, not yet, don’t come yet!” She was breathing heavily and continuing on her pace. She was getting close to coming, just a little longer. She felt his cock pulsing, swelling hard as it could be. “Oh fuck, so hard, oh so hard.”

She was riding him so wildly, so constantly. He felt his orgasm begin. There was absolutely no stopping it. His prostate flexed, his balls released, and his dick filled with come. “Uh! Oh! FUuuuuuuuuuuck.” He grabbed her hips as hard as he could and pushed his whole body up, thrusting into as hard as he could.

This didn’t slow her grinding of him a bit. She could feel his dick full of come, as hard and full as it could be and as soon as she felt his hot load inside of her she began to come too, “uhhhhhhhh! UUhhhhhH!” Her pace slowed to a super steady rhythm, but they pushed their bodies into each other as hard as they possibly could. He was flexing himself in her, finishing the last of his orgasm, giving her the last of his come, but she was just beginning hers. As his muscles relaxed, she pushed down into him, barley moving, but letting out the highest pitched moan she could make. Her nails dug into his torso; her breasts were pressed together between her arms. She stood there like that for twenty, thirty, a hundred seconds, it was really hard to tell. She began exhaling slowly, moaning slightly intermittently.

He was rather sensitive inside of her, but watching her come was so beautiful he would never dream of ending it just because of a slight discomfort. She bent her upper body down and kissed him. They lay there a few minutes, catching their breath. After a little while she decided to get up off of his cock. As soon as he was out of her come came pouring out of her pussy, Dripping all over his torso.

She got up from the bed and grabbed the ring and cage. “Okay let’s get you locked up.” She put him in the cage, locked it, and put the key back around her neck.

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Confessions to a Cuckold

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This is a little erotica dedicated to those that appreciate interracial cuckolding. It is not for everyone, and if it is not for you, spare yourself some time and spare me the trolling. But, if it is for you, I hope you enjoy my little writing.

***

Honey, I want you to pull down your pants while you are reading this and pull out your tiny little cock. It is tiny, after all. I know I have told you before that you were average sized, but I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. But the fact is, your lack of length and width never really did it for me. Sure, there were times that I came while we made love, but if I am being honest, I was thinking about other men – men with big cocks – who fucked me and gave me full body, toe-curling orgasms. But if I am being fully honest, and I think our relationship should be based on honesty, having sex with such a tiny little dick has always left me wanting more.

In college, I dated other men, and they all had bigger dicks than you. Some were just above average, but some were very well hung. The biggest cock I had back then was about ten inches and very thick. Unfortunately, he was young, and sex with him would get uncomfortable after a few minutes. But lately, when we are in bed together, I have longed to feel that big cock inside me once again. That night, when I screamed in ecstasy, I was really thinking about his big dick inside my tight pussy.

While I tell you this story, why don’t you stroke that tiny dicklet.

That next morning, I had to take off because of that leak in the kitchen sink. I called our plumber, and he sent out one of his assistants. They always have such a wide time window, so I didn’t think about changing out of my babydoll when I opened the front door to see if the newspaper was still in the driveway. You can imagine how surprised I was to see this strapping young black man walking up the steps. My nipples were hard in the cool morning air, and I’m sure he got a good view of my body, as my nightie was rather sheer. But when I saw how built he was, I wasn’t thinking about how he could see my naked body, I just wanted him inside. He didn’t let on about how I was dressed, he was very professional as I invited him into our home and led him into the kitchen.

It only took a few minutes for him to fix the leak, and he felt İstanbul Escort bad about having to charge us for the visit. When I saw that he had to invoice us for a full hour, I told him that, since it only took a few minutes, it was only fair that he stayed for the remaining hour. He smiled, then he asked me what he would be doing over the next hour. My heart beat fast as I reached down to the immense bulge in his pants and I asked him, show me your pipe.

By this time, my pussy swelled with juices, and as he remained still, I unzipped his pants. He didn’t stop me, and so I continued to reach inside his fly. His cock had such heft as I drew it outside his pants, and I could not believe any man could have such a big cock! This man was at least ten inches semi erect, and his thickness was such that I thought it would be impossible to fit inside me. Still, I went this far, so I knelt down and began to lick his shaft. Then, I took his cock into my mouth, and I could feel his pulse as his big black cock began to swell between my lips, stretching my mouth to its limit. I sucked his dick to full mast, and he began to push is pole deeper into my throat. I struggled for air, gasping on his massive dick. It was quite a surprise, as I was only used to sucking on your little dick, which I could easily take all the way down to your tiny balls without gagging. But this dick was so big that it blocked my airway while I struggled to take half it’s length. All the time while I was blowing this stranger, I thought how this big cock would split me in two, but my pussy was literally dripping wet as he fucked my face. I reached down to play with my pussy, thrusting more and more fingers inside me to prepare me for what I wanted: I wanted his massive dick all the way to the hilt.

After he fucked my face for several minutes, my drool making a thick arch from his shaft to my chin, he withdrew his cock and asked me if we should go to the bedroom. I wasn’t even thinking about it being our marital bed as I took him by the hand and led him upstairs, where I undressed him, then laid him on your side of the bed. Then, I gave him a playful striptease, slowly taking off my nightie, then gyrating for him as I removed my panties. I climbed up his body, rubbing my freshly shaved pussy along his powerful thighs. Straddling Anadolu Yakası Escort his waist, I began to slide my wet slit along his thick pole. The heat from his big cock was so wonderful, I thought my wet pussy might sizzle on his shaft. I continued to rub up and down his length as he played with my tits. He could tell I was afraid of his big cock, so he was patient as I teased his cock for a few minutes. But then, he rolled me on my back, and I spread my legs in anticipation.

He asked me if I wanted his cock. I told him yes.

He asked me if I was married. I told him yes.

He asked me if you knew he was going to fuck me. I told him not to worry.

He told me that you should worry, because my pussy would never be the same.

And he was right.

Because then he pushed his bulbous head into my tight pussy. I winced as he stretched me further than I had been stretched in years. But that pain quickly subsided as he slowly slid his length inside me. His big dick pushed slowly and deliberately into me, pushing as far as you ever went, as his dick was less than halfway inside me, as he continued, I began to feel an uncontrollable wave of pleasure as he slid deeper into me than I had felt in a long time. His big, black dick awakened pleasure centers in me I did not realize I had. By the time his full length was inside me, my legs shook uncontrollably from the sensation.

Then, just as slowly and deliberately, he withdrew his cock from my pussy, teasing those pleasure centers once again. In one stroke, he gave me more pleasure than the most intense fucking you and I ever had. He stopped with his head just at the opening of my pussy, then he asked me, would you like that again? I nodded, my eyes begging for him to fuck me however he wanted. I wanted his cock, and I wanted to be his slut. He began to slide into me again, slowly, but a little faster. As he stopped, he asked me again if I wanted to continue. He gave me three more sensuous strokes, each one building up more and more desire inside me. I wanted him, and I wanted his big cock never to leave the wet walls of my pussy.

Fuck me! God, Fuck ME PLEASE! This is your pussy! Use this pussy that you own! I cannot believe I ever would say such a thing to another person, let alone a man who wasn’t my husband. Üsküdar Escort But there I was, legs spread and wrapped around those powerful ebony thighs as his truncheon of a cock slid in and out of me with great force. He releases wave after wave of pleasure as he stretched my pussy wider and and deeper. His huge balls slapped my ass as he fucked me, and I yielded fully to his manhood, spreading wide and begging him to claim my pussy for his own. I’m sure you are surprised that I could speak that dirty, but he released a primal sexual beast from inside me. He opened pandora’s box, and this slut isn’t going back inside. He told me he was going to cum, and I pulled him in deeper, digging my nails into his ass, telling me to claim this pussy with his cum.

And then, my darling, then, the pleasure increased as I felt his cock twitch, and with each twitch, I anticipated a warm explosion, like when your little dick squirts inside me. But then, I was hit with the first jet of his hot semen, which was just the beginning of an assault on my cervix, as his dick pressed to the end of my vagina. I never felt such a wonderful, hot sensation as his seed began to deposit directly into my womb. His thick cock continued to pump and pulse as it expelled the contents of his massive balls. My pussy began to overflow with cum while he continued to ejaculate, and I felt so incredibly warm and full. We remained in a hot embrace for several minutes before he withdrew his spent dick from inside me. Still overflowing with this stranger’s semen, I felt empty without that big dick inside me. He began to apologize for the mess, telling me he suffered from something called hyperspermia, but I told him there was no suffering from me.

He smiled at my joke, telling me he needed to get to another call. I leaned over the edge of the bed, licking my pussy juice from his shaft, begging him to stay. But he insisted, telling me the hour was almost up, and he really had to go. I asked him when he wanted his pussy again, and he smiled, telling me he knew how to look me up.

Going downstairs, I wrote him a check for the invoice, and he handed me a receipt, which had his name written on top. I led him to the door, naked and his cum dripping from my thighs. He eyed his handiwork one more time before walking out the door.

***

I hope you enjoyed my story, dear. I promised myself that, if you enjoyed my story well enough that I would call him up. And noticing that you are sitting in a pool of your own cum, I can see that I was right to call him back tomorrow for the leak in the bathroom sink.

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Getting Her Out of Her Lingerie

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I got your message indicating that your husband was away and it was a good time to stop over. We’d been flirting for weeks at work and I’d become obsessed with you. The office is full of men and older women so when you showed up, curvy and delicious in your fine outfits, I found myself battling erections.

Everything got much more intense at the office party celebrating the big new contract. I’ll admit I was nervous and drank a little too much. How else can I explain that I confessed my own love of wearing lingerie to you? I was mortified later but when you continued to flirt with me, even teasing me about what color panties I would wear each day, I was yours.

I broke a few traffic laws driving to your house and parking on the street a little ways down. We’d never really discussed your husband so I didn’t know what the deal was. I walked up the sidewalk feeling my garters tug deliciously on my thigh-high stockings. My mesh and satin panties were tight on my ass. My torso was held trim by a black satin bustier that you’d been looking at on your computer during break time a few weeks back. (I’d hunted it down and bought it for myself).

I rang the doorbell before Şerifali Escort spotting the little note. “Cum on inside”. My heart raced more and I could feel my cock getting slick inside my panties. I walked in, calling “hello?” and heard you answer from further inside the house.

Following your voice, I finally found your family room with its big screen television and soft brown leather couch. I nearly fell over the two step step-down as I looked at you reclined and waiting for me.

Firstly, you were more beautiful than even in your office dresses. I could see the rise of your wonderful breasts enhancing your pretty eyes and warm, inviting smile.

“Hi there,” I finally got out. You grinned. “Hi there, yourself. You okay if we have a little playtime?”

To answer your rhetorical question, I began to disrobe. I peeled off my shoes and socks, then shirt, pants, and finally t-shirt. I was left standing there in a perfect matching outfit to your own.

“Oh my! You really bought it?” When I looked confused you continued. “I was teasing you with the catalog, seeing if you’d buy the panties or something.”

You rose up and came up to me. İstanbul Escort “You look awful pretty in that, honey. You still interested in a girl like me?”

I slid my arms to cradle your body as I kissed you. You responded after a moment and soon our kisses were molten hot. My hands couldn’t help roaming and enjoying your bottom, your back, your pretty hair. After awhile your hands roamed too, bottom, back, and front of my panties.

You moaned as your hand grasped my cock through the satin and began to stroke it a little.

“Peel down my panties,” I stated. A bemused look in your eye, you did as I asked, giving my freed cock a quick lick as you stood back up.

I took you into my arms again, my freed cock pressing against the satin front panel of your panties, my roaring lust emerging as hot pre-cum.

“I want you so much,” I whispered, kissing your neck and your lips. “Let me inside you…”

After only a few moments hesitation, you moved back to the couch and laid down on your back. Splitting your legs with my body, I slipped the panties down far enough to hang off one of your ankles.

I leaned over your body close and kissed Ümraniye Escort you, letting my cock head rub softly and naturally against your labia. Our hands found each other and our fingers inter-twined as I pushed my hips and my cock pushed into you.

You gasped at first as your pussy adjusted to me, but you were so hot and wet that my movements were easy. Hands clasped and looking in your eyes, I began to thrust in and out.

“I’ve been dreaming of this ever since you started at the office,” I breathed.

“Me too,” you moaned. You moved our hands until I could pull the bustier straps down and free your breasts. I pushed your hands back up by your head but leaned down to lick and suck your lovely nipples as we fucked.

Once I was stimulating your breasts, you got moving fast. I could feel your pussy stretching inside as your pleasure began to build. I was so close that I gave up your breast to thrust as hard as I could, pushing deep inside you, burying myself in you until my own balls began to clench up in intense pleasure.

You came, your pussy clamping down on my hard cock. That set me off and my balls pumped load after load of cum inside you. We hold our positions as we ride our orgasms before gently sliding into a pile together on the couch, our privates free to the cool air of the house.

“I never got you out of your outfit,” I noted with a grin. You smiled back. “It’s more fun play dress-up.”

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Flatmates and Fetishes Pt. 01

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It’s rare I get a day off during the week. After putting in some nights recently at the office, my boss gave me the day off. I’m home, with a good movie and a bowl of popcorn.

“I’ve got a package coming, will you be in?” my flatmate Jess chirped this morning as she skipped out of the door. She’d left in a buoyant mood today, more than usual.

The doorbell rings.

The delivery guy gets my signature and hands me a brown parcel, about the size of a big book, but much lighter. The label reads “Miss Jessica Burton”. I toss it on to the dining table and smile as I think of Jess’ mood this morning as she left.

Settling back down to watch the movie, my mind wanders. I think of her more. We’d become friends at college, and when we both decided we wanted to move to the city, we got this place together. The flat is small, so there’s not much we can keep secret from each other, but Jess is great. We were friends from the moment we met. She’s affable and sweet, really easy company, and a wicked sense of humour that she keeps for just the right moment. And she is beautiful. Tall and slender, she moves like a cat. Her eyes look deeply in to yours and they crinkle when she laughs.

Our friends take far too much joy in asking why we’re not together, and the truth is I don’t really know. But she’s a great friend and we’ve just been friends from the get go.

It’s early evening and I hear the jingle of keys in the door. Jess breezes in to the Ataşehir Escort room.

“Hey, how was work?” I ask.

“Yeah, great! I’m tired though… Oh is this my parcel?” She glides over to the table and sweeps the package up in to her arms, inspecting the label. She looks amazing. A ruffled white shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, is tucked in to a high-waisted skirt. Black and tight, the skirt hugs her figure, painting her curves down to her thighs where it gives way to her long legs, shiny black pantyhose showing them off perfectly. She kicks off her black leather heels as she drops her bag on to the floor and says “I think I’m gonna turn in early.” Noticing the surprise on my face she adds, “I ate at the office with Helen and it’s been a long day. Don’t worry, I’m good. Night hun.” She smiles, wrinkles her nose at me and disappears down the hallway.

She couldn’t have gone to her room any faster, I think. Normally we’ll have some food together and watch some TV while we make jokes about how terrible all the shows are. Oh well.

An hour later, I switch off the TV, bored, and get up to go to my room. Turning out the lights I stroll down the hallway slowing a little as I pass Jess’ room. Small noises are coming from inside. I concentrate, trying to pick up what’s happening. I can hear something that sounds like friction… sporadic bursts of small muffled sounds, it’s like someone squirming on a leather couch. Then I Acıbadem Escort hear Jess sigh. It’s the kind of sigh that tells me I need to go to my room quick and give my flatmate her privacy.

Closing my bedroom door behind me, a wry smile breaks out over my face, knowing why Jess was so keen to go to her room. Thinking of what she’s doing in her room, I remember how she was dressed today. I begin to feel excited. I can feel a slow heat begin spreading between my legs as my pulse quickens. It’s early so I think I’ll indulge myself. I can’t stop thinking about how Jess was dressed… An idea comes in my head.

I’d dated a girl recently. She spent a lot of time at the flat, enough that I gave her a drawer which she’d filled with some things. We’d split up but she never came back for her stuff. I’d never emptied the drawer.

I opened it slowly, my hands trembling a little. Inside it was mostly empty except for some pieces of underwear and some toiletries. I picked my way through the underwear. A nude bra, some plain panties… and some pantyhose. It was black. Shiny. Just like the ones Jess was wearing.

The blood is rushing through my ears. I’m nervous, on the cusp of doing something I’ve never done before. I take the pantyhose to the bed. I love the feel of them. They’re so soft and silky. My cock is swollen, engorged. It throbs as the pantyhose slides through my fingers.

Quickly I take off my clothes. Standing naked İstanbul Escort in my room my cock is thrusting straight out in front of me. I pick up the pantyhose again, and without thinking I begin to gather up one of the legs, finding the foot of them. I slip the tip of my penis inside the foot of the pantyhose before sliding the nylon down the length of my engorged cock. Sheathed in nylon the sensation is incredible. The pantyhose feels so smooth on my skin, the tip of my penis can feel every fibre of the soft nylon. Precum is seeping out of me and in to the fabric, making it shiny and wet, and now the pantyhose are clinging to me.

Grabbing my shaft I stroke my cock gently, savoring this new sensation. I feel like I’m surrounded in pantyhose, my cock is so stimulated by them that I can’t feel any other part of me. As my hand moves, the fabric glides up and down the length of my penis, creating an incredible sensation. The thought of Jess’ legs in her pantyhose keeps flashing in my mind. I imagine I’m masturbating in Jess’ pantyhose, and it’s just too much. My body begins to clench, my cock beginning to pulse and a breath later I’m cumming, thrusting in to the pantyhose, squirting my semen through the nylon, filling them, soaking them.

My mind goes blank. All I am is sensing the feeling of warm, wet nylon on my swollen cock.

A little while later I get my breath, and my mind back. I slowly peel the wet pantyhose off my cock, toss them in my laundry hamper and get in to bed. My mind is filled with the image of Jess as I fall asleep. I dream of her eyes looking deep in to mine, her legs rubbing up against mine as she moves in close. I can feel the nylon on her thighs as she presses her body against mine…

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Gropes of Wrath

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Elise having confided her fetish for being groped by strangers in public places and teasing unsuspecting individuals with her exhibitionism opened the door for some rather exciting and erotic adventures. So that you may enjoy the telling of these adventures even more so, allow me to describe Elise. She stands 5’4″, short blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, and always with a smile on her full pouty lips. Her friendly demeanor puts people at ease immediately.

But now for the description you really want! Her tits are like two large round melons! 38D! Must I say more! Her large nipples stand up at attention at the slightest chill in the air or appreciative stare from men or women. Elise has always maintained her fit and curvaceous figure, causing people to doubt she’s really a 45 y/o grandmother that she is. Her wide hips are in perfect balance with the firm heart shaped ass she possesses. Aside from her tits and ass, her pussy is exquisite! She keeps her blonde pussy hair well trimmed and therefore her lips and clit are very quite visible. When aroused, just like her nipples her clit swells with lust. In particular, being a leg man myself, I adore her shapely legs. Elise being aware of my fondness wears high stiletto heels whenever we go out. My favorite shoes are her white patent leather ones with ankle straps.

Now back to her fetish, which by now by association has become mine as well. The two main requirements are that the groping is to be done by strangers and in public. The more boldly direct and provocative, the more she enjoys it. On occasion, it has taken place on crowded subway rides or while being out for drinks, dinner and dancing at a restaurant. Elise’s favorite is to hit rowdy crowded bars where the atmosphere lends itself to a raunchier type of patron and therefore more probable that she’ll be groped and possibly even fingered. Incidentally, Elise has no qualms in reciprocating or for that fact initiating a grope herself.

I remember well one St. Patty’s day in which we went to exactly such a place. To my disappointment Elise didn’t wear my favorite shoes but wore light tan colored high heel pumps and a very, very green micro mini with a gold silky shell for a top. As usual, she wore no bra underneath her top, so her nipples were quite obvious through the transparent fabric as they protruded. Much to my appreciation, her short skirt showed her beautiful bare legs and thighs. The high heels caused her ass to bubble outwards even more so than usual.

Despite the throng of people in the bar, Elise still managed to catch the eye of several men and women as we entered. Being the exhibitionist that she is, Elise perched herself on the barstool and crossed her legs, showing most of her thighs to anyone who wanted to look. Just like Sharon Stone in the movie “Basic Instinct”, she crossed and uncrossed her legs giving full view of the inside of her thighs. At Maltepe Escort times she would sit turned away from the bar with her legs slightly parted. Anyone sitting at one of the nearby tables would get a glimpse of her pussy. When she saw she had someone’s attention, Elise would “absent-mindedly” forget any semblance of lady like decorum and give them an even better view by parting her thighs even more. I could tell the “show” was on by the turned heads and elbow nudging that was taking place at the tables with a view. I was amazed at not only the lust in the eyes of the men at the tables but of some of the women as well. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I actually saw women stare at Elise and lick their lips wantonly that night.

As the bar became more crowded some of the patrons who were seated at the tables had given up their tables and now had taken stools nearer to the bar area, and therefore nearer to Elise. I wondered if it was really to be nearer to the bar area or just nearer to Elise, since it seemed apparent that there was a disproportioned amount of people by her than elsewhere. Elise continued to talk with me and act as if there was absolutely nothing going on, other than a couple being in love. But knowing her fetish, I knew all to well that Elise was probably wet with anticipation and was just waiting for the first touch. This particular evening she seemed more aroused than usual and her pillow talk flowed more freely.

It wasn’t very long before Elise got the first hit of the night. The man had been one of those seated at a nearby table, with a woman presumed to be his wife or date. Apparently his female companion had gone to the ladies room and he saw that as an opportunity to make a move on Elise. As Elise spoke to me, a big grin appeared on her face. Having seen that grin often I knew what must be happening. Very often the groper not wanting a confrontation with me would be satisfied with just copping a feel, not knowing that the entire “opportunity” that led to the act had been orchestrated in the first place.

At times, part of Elise’s fetish was to create the illusion that she was totally unaware and unsuspecting victim of what was happening. Just an intimidated victim who was just too afraid to say or do anything and thus allowed this pervert to feel her up. Other times, she played it so that the groper was aware that she knew what they were doing and welcomed it. That’s where at times the reciprocal grope would come in. Part of our deal was that she would tell me all the details later on. It was understood that if she at anytime felt threatened or uncomfortable she would tell me immediately, but that never occurred.

Later Elise told me that not only did he place his hand on her ass and stroked it, as he waited for drink order, but had rubbed his hard cock against her knee so hard that she could feel the entire length Anadolu Yakası Escort of his shaft against her. She said she was about to place her hand on her knee and feel his cock to give him an even better thrill but he broke away when his female companion approached him; the thought of feeling his cock excited her and made her pussy wet.

We continued to enjoy each other’s company, when all of a sudden that grin appeared again on her face! This time her cheeks reddened! It turned out that the young college kid standing next to her facing away from the bar had not only placed his left hand on the inside of her left thigh, but had worked his way to her pussy. Talk about bold! He touched her pussy lips as she was speaking to me, finding easily her swollen clit. She went on to tell me that the reason why her face reddened was because he was not only rubbing her clit with his thumb but pushing it in and out of her pussy. I confessed and told her I couldn’t believe it, since at no time did he even look at her or put his pint of beer down. Elise said her pussy was drenched and that she almost came from his touch. She had played the intimidated victim and wanted to see how far he was going to go with it but he too abruptly broke away when his friends came around and left.

By now the bar war wall to wall with people, the loud music drowned out all conversation. I excused myself to go to the men’s room, but due to the large crowd it took me forever to get there and back. As I was walking back, I could see Elise’s reflection on the mirror behind the bar. And there it was! The grin!

Standing directly behind her was an older man. Instead of continuing to her I stopped and ordered a drink a few stools away from them. I stared at Elise’s face as her eyes half closed and her body appeared to rock back and forth, she would bite and lick her lower lip from time to time. The man stared directly into the mirror and seemed to be studying her face as well. Luckily, a stool nearer to them became available. If it wasn’t for the look on Elise’s face I wouldn’t have thought anything was going on but I’ve seen that look all too often not to recognize the lust. What was incredible was that the crowd around them acted as if they were unaware also.

At one point I saw Elise lower her head and hold on to the bar with both hands. The rocking increased and then stopped. Elise’s body seemed to shudder. God! What a beautiful woman she was! Had she cum? I wondered how. Our eyes finally met as we looked at each other through the reflection in the mirror. Elise smiled at me and winked to let me know all was fine. The man having picked up on our connection glared at me. His upper lip almost curled up as if he was about to snarl but instead a shit kicking grin broke out. He looked into Elise’s eyes, blew a kiss to her and walked away. As I approached Elise, I could see İstanbul Escort she seemed weak and wobbly on her feet. Most of all I could see a massive glob of cum all over her the back of her skirt.

Elise said nothing as we drove home, the silence continued for the rest of the night and into the morning. This was not the norm, usually Elise would tell me about her groping adventure and we would fuck like crazy. My frustration and anger increased. I demanded to know what the fuck happened!

Finally, Elise told me her tale. She said shortly after I had gone to the men’s room, the older man appeared behind her and said his name was Patrick and the owner of the bar. He went on to tell her that he saw what had happened with the other two men and knew what she was and what she needed. The young college kid who fingered her was his son and told him how wet her pussy had been. She said, he called her a fucking slut and not to turn around, then almost on cue the crowd surrounded them rendering cover to what Patrick was about to do. Elise said Patrick, being a large a man, had no problem reaching around her waist and grabbing her pussy, hiking up her short skirt. She said he pushed three of his fingers deep inside her pussy and with the other hand shoved a thumb in her ass. Just as quickly he placed his hands on her tits and squeezed them roughly; pinching her nipples hard between his fingers. He then reached for her pussy again, his right hand strumming her clit. Elise said at first she was afraid, but that soon turned into lust. The fact that this stranger was having his way with her in front of all these people excited her. Plus, Elise said she could feel how big and thick his cock was as he pressed against her.

He had placed the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy and then told her that being the slut that she was she was the one who was going to do the fucking. Elise said that when Patrick entered her, she could feel her pussy lips stretch open to accommodate the girth of his cock meat. He said he was just going to stand there and be fucked. To make it clearer for her he grabbed her hips and pulled her into him, forcing his cock in deeper. He then proceeded to push and pull her like a rag doll. Lust soon took control of Elise and she needed no prompting and bent over slightly. Patrick continued to play and squeeze her clit as she rocked back and forth, her pussy juices making it easier for his fat cock to enter.

Elise said she could feel her wetness run down her thighs and how Patrick lathered his hand with her juices and made her lick it. The taste of pussy, even if it was her own, is what pushed her over the edge and made her cum the first time. She said that by the time I had returned she had cum at least ten times. Elise said Patrick then announced that he was ready for her to make him cum. Wanting to please him, that’s when she held on to the bar with hands and pushed back as hard as she could. Elise said she could feel Patrick’s cock convulse as he came, abruptly pulling out of her pussy and exploding his hot cum all over her ass, pussy and skirt.

After telling me, Elise and I fucked like crazy. Everything’s back to normal…..

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Frustrated Stephanie Ch. 02

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*This is a REPOST of Part Two of Frustrated Stephanie. The first post didn’t the ending on it. If you haven’t read Part One yet, its recommended that you do. I continued the story since a number of readers wanted more development on her side.*

Dave finished pulling of his clothes and looked at Stephanie. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked. He walked over to the bag that he had wanted to borrow and looked in to see the panties that Stephanie had just dropped inside.

“For when you get lonely…” she had said as she dropped the panties in.

Dave zipped up the bag and looked hard at Stephanie. Her face was lightly flushed after the hard fucking he had given her. Her nipples were still hard and poked out of her small pert breasts. He looked down and saw her pussy hairs all wet and matted with a mixture of his juices and hers. Her pussy lips were agape and he could see his white cum still dribbling out.

“Wish I could stay babe, but I really need to go.” He said.

“Yeah, don’t worry.” She replied. “I’m used to Tony always leaving me. At least you stayed at gave me something.”

“Obviously not enough.” Dave replied “But I really, really have to go.”

“You better go. I need to clean up anyway. Have a good trip”

And with that, Dave walked out, the picture of his naked sister in-law etched in his mind. Stephanie stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She washed herself thoroughly and noticed how much of Dave’s cum was leaking out of her pussy. She knelt on the floor and sprayed her pussy as she clenched and unclenched her cuntal muscles, trying to squeeze all the cum out of her. The last thing she needed was to get pregnant. With her brother-in-laws child!

She washed up a bit more then turned off the shower. She towelled herself dry and stepped out into the room and in front of the mirror. She was an attractive woman, she thought to herself. An attractive woman who had just cheated on her husband. She had just fucked her brother-in-law. She hadn’t been seduced. She hadn’t been made love to. She had been fucked. A good hard and proper fucking like she needed. The satisfaction that she got after that hot fucking cleared her guilty conscience.

“Well, if Tony doesn’t like this body, then its no wonder that Dave wanted it.” She rationalised to herself. Still looking at the mirror, she played with her hair and decided that she would give herself a treat today and go for a makeover.

* * *

Steph walked out of the mall feeling like a million bucks. She had just finished dinner after spending the afternoon at the beauty parlour. Her hair had been trimmed and styled and she had gone for a pedicure, manicure as well as a waxing. Her legs were silky smooth now and her crotch had been trimmed. Her bikini line was waxed as well so that even in the tiniest of g-strings, no pubic hair could be seen. She had bought herself a sexy negligee as well. She couldn’t wait to put it on.

As she drove home she thought about how she was going to seduce Tony.

“I’ll wear my lacy push up bra, the one that gives me great cleavage. I’ll put some perfume around my cleavage so he can smell the fragrance when I push my breasts up to him. I’ll wear those skimpy black thongs I have. It will show up nicely through the thin white negligee. I’ll lie on Anadolu Yakası Escort the bed with one leg drawn up and crossed over the other. I’ll put one hand on my knee and the other outstretched behind my head. Oh, I don’t think he could resist that.”

She was driving on auto-pilot now. Her thoughts were consumed on how she was going to seduce Tony and she only got out of her reverie as she pulled up outside her house. As she stepped out of the car, she felt her slickness as her thighs rubbed together and she was thankful that she was wearing jeans. Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed that Tony’s car was in the garage. He was home early for a change!

She practically ran inside and upstairs. She nodded a quick hello to her In-laws and her kids, who were sprawled on the sofa watching TV. They always seemed to be watching TV. Her Mother-in-law said something about her new hairstyle and Stephanie detected a splash of sarcasm in her tone. She ignored it and walked into her room.

“Hiya babe.” Tony said without even turning to look at her. He was sitting in front of the computer screen doing God knows what.

“Whathca doing?” Steph asked, trying to sound sultry.

“Damn forecast numbers again. Cant seem to get them right.” Tony said, exasperation showing in his voice. “I need to get these numbers to Houston this evening or its another all nighter at the plant for me.”

Steph walked ignored him as she opened her wardrobe and retrieved her sexy bra and panties. She went into the bathroom and removed her underwear. She pressed a finger to her crotch and realised she was wet and creamy. She dressed herself in the sexy bra and panties before finishing up with the negligee. She put on some deep red lipstick and sprayed some perfume on her cleavage, her wrists and around her neck before she walked out the bathroom.

“Wanna take a break?” she asked huskily.

“In a minute babe.” He replied, not taking his eyes off the computer screen.

“Well, I haven’t got a minute.” Steph retorted, the anger apparent in her voice. She was horny. She had gone to a lot of trouble to do this for Tony and he couldn’t even turn to look at her.

“Just a sec babe, be with you in a while.” Tony said again, still concentrating on the screen.

Stephanie felt like she was going to cry. She sat on the bed as tears welled up in her eyes. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to stop herself from crying. Her shoulders slumped around her body as she slowly tried to take control of her emotions.

The smell of her perfume hit Tony’s nose as he concentrated on his work. “Why is she wearing perfume at this hour? Is she going somewhere?” He thought to himself. He saved his work and whipped round to see the sight of his wife sitting on the bed, shoulders slumped. But she was wearing a sexy negligee! He could see black lace covering her breasts and a hi-cut black thong shielding her pussy. Tony slowly pushed his chair away and walked up to her. Her eyes were still closed as he reached her. Tony bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. Her lips opened to cover his mouth and she kissed back passionately. She opened her eyes to see Tony pushing her back on the bed. She moved with his urging and lay back.

“Shit, you look good babe!” He said to her as he undid his pants.

“I Avrupa Yakası Escort got this for you. You’ve been so busy honey, we haven’t had each other for……” Steph said before Tony silenced her with a kiss.

His tongue moved in her mouth, teasing against her tongue. Then it moved against her upper palate, causing a shudder to go through her. He moved his hands under the skirt of her negligee, running along her thighs. He reached her panties and his fingers pulled the material aside and found the hot, wet gash. Still kissing her, he pushed his index finger deep into her moist cavity. It received him easily.

“Mmmpph,” Stephanie moaned around his tongue. He stopped kissing her and his other hand moved to push the lift the negligee up around her neck. He pulled the bra down roughly to uncover her breasts and then covered her areola with his mouth.

“Ohhhhh.” Steph moaned louder as she felt him teasing her nipple with his tongue. First on one breast then the other. She ground her hips against his finger in her pussy as he started to finger fuck her. He nibbled gently on her nipples and they stood out erect, giving him more flesh to bite.

“Yes, oh yes!” Stephanie cried out.

“Shhh…..my parents and the kids will hear.” Tony cautioned her as he pushed two fingers now in and out of her.

“Oh God, that is so good. Why don’t you lick me?” She pleaded a little softer now.

She felt Tony get off her and she spread he legs wider in anticipation of Tony’s tongue. He loved a tongue licking and it never failed to get her off. She closed her eyes and felt Tony spreading her legs. She lifted her hips, waiting for the soft, hot, wet tongue to press against her wet and ready gash.

Tony looked down at her splayed legs as he lifted them and spread them wide. He considered licking her but his balls were busting and he much preferred the feel of her hot pussy around his cock. He placed his cock against her pussy lips and pushed hard. It slid in with a wet smacking sound.

Steph’s eyes flew open at the unexpected intrusion. She was expecting to get a licking but this felt good too. Tony’s cock was deep in her and she felt him flexing, opening up her tight pussy further.

“Your cock feels so good in me.” Steph said both because she meant it and also because she knew that Tony loved her to talk dirty when he fucked her.

“Yeah baby. Feel my big cock in you.” He said, still flexing.

Steph suppressed a smile. Tony’s cock was hardly what one would call a ‘big cock’. It was a nice enough size but it certainly wasn’t big. Then again, she wouldn’t have known any better if she hadn’t been fucked by Dave’s cock this morning. Now that was a big cock! Her thoughts were brought back to the present by the feel of Tony moving within her.

“Yeah, Fuck baby! You’re a nice tight pussy.” He said

“Unnhh! Fuck it, fuck my tight pussy. Move that cock in me” she urged him.

Tony pumped into her slowly, working his cock deep in her pussy. Each thrust ended with a hard slapping sound as his crotch met hers, driving his cock deep into her. Stephanie’s hands went around his back and cupped his arse cheeks.

“Fuck me, fuck me good. Fuck me like the whore I am.” She went on. Her pussy was swollen with desire and although on a normal day, İstanbul Escort she wouldn’t mouth off as much as Tony liked, she really felt like a whore today.

“Harder you mother fucker. Harder!” Ever since she had borne children the phrase ‘mother fucker’ seemed to take on a new meaning. Every time Tony fucked her, he was a ‘mother fucker’ and this morning Dave had become the latest ‘Mother Fucker’!

“Unnnhh”

“Fuck me with your great big cock”

“Feed me your prick, jam it into me”

Steph was really getting carried away with her filthy talk. Tony liked it as he plowed deeper into her pussy. His wife could be such a good fuck! He fucked her with renewed vigour, spurred on by her words and also by the slickness of her pussy. He could smell her juices mixed with the perfume permeating the air. The whole room smelt of sex. He fucked deeper into her and he raised her legs backward giving him more leverage.

“Yeeeahh.” Stephanie hissed as she felt him going in deeper. “Fuck me, fuck me. Make me cum. Make me a cum slut”

Steph could feel the first rumblings start in her tummy. She knew she was close and she thrust back hard at his cock, feeling his thighs slap against her ass each time he thrust into her. Tony was really close too. He pounded hard into her, feeling his balls swelling. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. His hands dug deep into the fleshy orbs of her ass as he plunged deep inside her.

“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!” Steph hissed her pussy opening wider to accept him. “Don’t stop, Don’t stop, make me cum, Harder, harder, Harder!”

Tony hammered into her and his cock head swelled. His semen boiled up from within his balls and shot up his shaft. He pulled Steph tightly to him as he unloaded his hot liquid into her snapping pussy.

Steph felt his ass tense and his cock swell within her. She hadn’t cum yet! Furiously she humped back at him as she felt the hot semen hit her pussy walls. She jerked her hips up and down, trying to draw another few thrusts from Tony but his cock was buried deep inside her. She felt spurt after spurt shooting into her and she lay limp as Tony pulled her toward him. He kissed her but that did nothing to extinguish the burning in her loins. She had been so close, so close to a huge cum and now she was nothing but a cum receptacle.

Tony pulled out of her. “That was great! Now I gotta clean up and finish these damn numbers.” He said as he made his way to the bathroom. Stephanie lay back on the bed, feeling the cum ooze out of her, frustrated yet again at not cumming. She had needed it and needed it bad. Maybe this was the price to pay for cumming hard in the morning. She climbed out of bed and went to wash herself up as Tony resumed his work at the computer.

***

Dave had just returned to his hotel room after dinner at the convention. He rummaged about in his bag and took something out from underneath. He undressed himself and went into the bathroom. He settled himself in the bathtub and opened his hand. He lifted Stephanie’s soiled panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. His already half aroused cock throbbed and stood erect. Holding the panties to his nose, his other hand enveloped his thick, hard cock and starting stroking it. Hard and fast he stroked as he sniffed Stephanie’s panties and imagined his face was buried in her pussy.

“Ahhh Stephanie!” He groaned as his cock shot out load after load of spunk.

“I’m gonna fuck you again my little sister-in-law.” Dave said as he washed his hands and his cock. “Who’d have thought you’d be such a hot bitch…..”

To be continued…

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Four Kinds of Service Ch. 03

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This hotel is a favorite of ours. We stay here whenever we’re in town, in no small part because the shower is so good. It may sound silly to you, but when you travel as much as we do, a room with some personality is important. The shower here is a big tiled stall, roomy enough for two, with a glass door on one wall, and a tiled bench running across the back. I remembered the last time we were here, she’d sat on that bench and sucked me off, hot water pouring down over both of us. I was hopeful now to re-live that memory.

She was already under the water when I swung the door open and slipped in next to her. I took the bar of soap from her hand, turned her away from me, and began soaping her back. I worked my way down to her ass, knelt down and washed her legs and feet, then stood and slipped a soapy hand between her legs. She pressed against me for a moment, sighed, then turned around, pulling away.

“Not now, Nick,” she said. “Later.”

She smiled and looked at me kindly and took the soap back from me. She washed me, working soap all over me. I luxuriated in the hot water and the feeling of her hands on my skin. Then she sat on the bench and pulled me close, bringing my cock within a hair’s breadth of her mouth. I waited, even though I wanted to take her head in my hands and slide my cock to the back of her throat. She didn’t move though, and she held me in place with her stillness.

She looked up at me. “Remember the last time we stayed here, Nicky?” She said. “Are you thinking about that?”

“I am.”

“I am too,” she said. “That was so nice.” She licked the tip of my cock playfully, then stood up and handed me the soap. She pushed me gently to the side and began rinsing herself under the water. “To bad you’ll have to wait for the encore,” she said, grinning at me.

“Oh god, Kate,” I said, feeling like I was going to break. “I can’t wait…”

She turned away suddenly and snapped off the water, then turned back to me, her face hard, her playful, teasing tone gone. “This is what you call service?” She asked. “You eat my pussy once, and then you spend the rest of the weekend begging me to suck your cock? Is that how you think this is going to work?” She seemed genuinely angry. I felt like I’d misunderstood what we were doing. Our weekend game seemed suddenly not very game-like.

“No, Kate, I…” I started.

“Be quiet,” she said. She was dead serious. She opened the shower door. “Stay here,” she said, wrapping herself in a towel and closing the door. I was, once again, pulled up short by the unexpected turn of events. What’s more, I was cold, standing there in the shower dripping wet. I wanted to turn on the water, but I didn’t know if I had permission. Fuck, permission? What was going on? Should I ask for a time-out? Was this even a game?

Whatever it was, and despite the cold, my dick was still hard. I decided to leave the water off and keep my mouth shut. In any event, she was back soon enough, wrapped in a robe, handing me a towel. “Dry off,” she said.

She sat on the bench, waiting for me to dry myself. She said, “The third kind of service is chastity service.” I caught my breath. She produced a little plastic device, translucent, complicated, somehow penis-shaped. A cage designed to wrap around my cock. “I’m going to put this on your cock and lock it until I want it unlocked. This will allow you to give me chastity service.”

“Fuck, Kate,” I said. “What is chastity service?

“In Maltepe Escort chastity service, you don’t ask me for sex. You don’t ask me to blow you. You don’t ask me for anything. Your dick won’t be able to get hard—there’s no room in the cage for that. So sex for you is off the table—until I put it on the table, do you understand?”

I nodded, genuinely scared.

“Chastity service is unlike cock-ring service and nipple-clamp service—it doesn’t have a time limit.”

“Kate…” I tried.

“You promised me a weekend of service,” she said, “and this is the service I want. So you can back out now, or you can proceed. It’s up to you. But if you proceed, it means I’m putting this on your cock.”

I looked at her. She was sitting there in her robe. Her legs crossed, her hair in a towel. I couldn’t read her expression. A moment ago, she seemed furious. Now, what was that look on her face? It was almost like she was daring me. How brave are you Nick? How far will go with me? How far will you go for me?

I badly wanted to come. I’d waited a week for her, shooting models in Tokyo and actresses in LA. I’d slept alone in king-sized hotel beds and I’d kept my hands off my cock. I’d held her naked body all night last night. I’d licked her to orgasm and washed her from head to toe this morning. I’d waited and I’d served. And yet I wanted more.

“Lock my cock, Kate,” I said.

Just before her face found that stern stern mask again, I clearly saw the tiniest trace of a smile.

***

Have you ever spent the day walking around a museum with your junk in a cage? Until today, neither had I, my friend, neither had I.

But that’s what I did. She had carefully dried my balls after the shower. “I should shave you,” she’d threatened, but then left it at that and instead worked the device in place. It had taken a long time to fit me into the contraption, as my cock was still fairly hard. The device had a ring that fit behind my balls—she’d squeezed one through, carefully, then the other—and a cage that fit around my cock, curved down, with an opening at the end so, in theory, I could pee while I was wearing it—but only if I was sitting down, I’d discover later. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

When we walked out of the hotel on that warm spring morning, I was certain that everyone in the city could tell my cock was in jail. It took me a little while to figure out how to walk in it—it didn’t interfere much with my walking. It was more that I was concerned it would, and kept trying out different gaits. And while I was doing that, I was certain that my strange motions were attracting the attention of every passerby. But as some point I realized that no-one was paying attention to me, and even less to my poor forsaken cock. I allowed myself a moment of self-pity, honestly. My cock was out of reach, Kate didn’t want it—she’d locked it away!—and no-one was even thinking about my poor fucking cock at all.

Such is the state of manhood in America today, I thought, grumpy.

Then Kate took my hand and I looked over at her, catching her eye briefly before she turned back to regard the city. The sun was shining in her golden hair. A small, contented smile played across her face. Light sparkled across her sunglasses. I was glad to be in her company. Enjoy this, I had said to myself. It should be enough for you.

And for a few moments, it was.

But all morning long, it felt like Kate was Anadolu Yakası Escort testing me. We’d walked through the tourists to the Art Institute, where there was a show that Kate wanted to see. We walked through the galleries, whispering and holding hands and talking about the art. I’d linger over some painting, and she’d wander off, then slip up behind me unexpectedly and wrap her arms around my belly. She’d kiss my neck when we sat on a bench resting our feet. She’d hold one finger on my hand, stroking it obscenely, like she was daring me to break and express my hunger. But I was determined to hold out, to put my needs on hold. To serve, whatever that meant. It was a powerful mindfuck, to suppress myself this way. I felt like I was swimming in a sea of sex. Every painting took on an erotic undertone. Every drawing felt charged. Every touch of her hand shot through me to my core.

By lunchtime, I was exhausted, and she was walked out, so we grabbed a cab to take us to lunch. We settled into the back seat, glad to be off our feet. Kate took my hand again and leaned in to me. “That was nice,” she said. She set our hands down in my lap, where they lay resting against my caged cock. She knew what she was doing, I suppose, but she was playing innocent. She had to know that my cock was straining against the cage, trying to swell, but losing the battle, painfully. I did not want to show defeat though. Instead, I lifted her hand away from my crotch, turned it over, and began rubbing her hand. Not about me, I thought. About her. About her. She sighed and settled in to her palm massage. “After lunch,” she said, “let’s go back to the room.” Despite my best efforts, my cock strained even harder inside it’s very, very restrictive new home.

***

“Nicky,” she said, entering our room, “take your clothes off and show me your service, I mean your chastity cage.” She giggled. We’d managed a whole bottle of Italian red at lunch.

All through lunch she had found occasions to touch me, tease me, tempt me. We’d had a table in the back of a little white linen Italian place, in a dark corner where we sat close, on adjacent sides of the table, and her hand kept finding its way to my knee. Over coffee, just as the waiter was bringing the check, she leaned into my ear and said, “I’m feeling an urgent need again, Nicky.” I think the waiter caught the moment, but was too polite to say anything.

In the hotel room, I stripped as ordered. She kept her clothes on. “Nick,” she said, “You did a good job this morning.” She stood in the middle of the room for a moment, considering. Then she pointed at the armchair in the corner. “Sit,” she said.

I did as I was told, sat naked in the chair, my cock straining at the cage, wondering what was coming next. She stood still in the middle of the room, looking around, when we both heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner in the hallway outside our room. Housekeeping. Kate said, “Go put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. Quickly! Then back to your chair.”

Naked, I crossed the room, working out how exactly I was going to obey her command and keep from exposing my extremely humiliating condition to whomever was working in the hallway. I stood, momentarily frozen behind the door. “Now!” Kate hissed. Somehow, I managed the task, and was back in my chair a moment later.

Kate had resumed her calm demeanor. “Thank you Nick,” she said. She held the moment a beat, looking at me. Then İstanbul Escort she turned and walked to the bed. “I had a lovely time this morning, and I appreciate how… good you’ve been today.” She sat down on the bed and started to undress, very matter of fact, not putting on a show at all, just… getting naked. I was hopeful, but I knew enough by now to keep my mouth shut.

“You’re very sexy sitting there all locked up for me, you know.” It wasn’t a question.

“You like it?” I asked.

“I do,” she said. “It turns me on. I know how much you want to come, dear Nicky, and you haven’t said a word all day, at least, not since I locked you up.” She smiled at me. I blushed. “You’re so flustered. It’s just delightful.”

“I’m glad to oblige,” I said.

She was down to her underwear, a white silk camisole and matching shorts. She slid a hand into her underwear and said, “Yes, it turns me on so much,” she said, her fingers beginning to work under her shorts. She lay back on the bed—I could no longer see her face from where I sat. Her legs were spread in front of me. She slid back on the bed, bringing her feet up, her knees in the air. I could see her hand moving, circling. Her pussy hidden from view behind the shiny white fabric. She moaned. “I’m going to make myself come now, Nicky,” she said. “And if you’re very quiet and don’t move at all, I’ll let you watch me.” She propped herself up on one elbow, other hand still at her pussy, and looked at me for a moment, then asked, “Would you like that, Nicky? Would you like to watch me?”

Would I like that? I wanted to tell her that it was all I could do to keep from leaping across the room and taking her. Burying my head between her legs and kissing her until she screamed out. To take her clit between my lips and suck till she came—but I didn’t dare. I wasn’t supposed to ask. “I’d like that very much,” I managed to choke out.

She held my eye and said, “Then not a sound.”

And I did like it. She let her head fall back. Her hand resumed it’s work. Her other hand found her breast. I could see the wetness beginning to form where her fingers were working.

“Oh, god, Nick,” she said. “I bet your dick is getting so hard over there watching me touch myself.” Hard was not the word for what I was experiencing. “I bet that cage, god, tonight at dinner I want you to tell me what it feels like to try to get hard in that cage…” Oh, god, was she going to make me wear this through dinner?

“Oh god, Nick…” she cried, “Oh god…” her hand was moving faster and faster. She moved her other hand away from her breast, pulled her panties aside—god she was dripping—and thrust a finger inside herself. One, then two. In and out, and “Oh GOD Nicky!” she cried out, so loud I thought of the housekeeper in the hall.

“I’m comingggg…” and her body shook, wracked by shudders, contractions, shakes. She pressed her legs together, trapping her hands in her crotch. “Oh god, Nicky, get over here and hold me!”

I was across the room in a flash. I pulled back the covers of the bed, scooped her up and gently put her in. I climbed in next to her, pulled the covers over us both and wrapped myself around her.

“Oh god, Nick, that was so good,” she said, kissing me, still breathing heavily. I returned her kiss, tentatively, not sure where this was going. We made out gently, slowly. I held her face. I took my cues from her. I wanted to ravish her, but I was still locked up, and I knew better than to ask. After a moment she reached down, took by cock and balls and cage in her hand, feeling, weighing. She giggled. “Too bad for you,” she said, and rolled over, pressing her ass onto my incarcerated cock.

“Hold me while I nap, Nicky,” she sighed. “Hold me.”

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Sasha applied fire engine red lip gloss as the last step in “freshening up.” She grabbed the long cigarette holder and lit the ciggie, then walked into the hallway. Entering her living room she felt Jared’s eyes on her, saw his mouth gaping from the corner of her eye. She took her seat on the high stool at the bar, making sure to show a lot of thigh.

“Darling, would you go into the kitchen and bring me the drink that’s in the refrigerator?” she asked.

Jarrod swallowed hard, coughed, and said, “What? Drink. In refrigerator. Sure thing.”

Sasha smiled slightly after he’d walked past her. This guy would be easy. She knew she looked hot and sultry. Her outfit was simple-a long, low cut, clinging black dress with side split up to thigh and spaghetti straps; black stockings and garter belt; four inch black stilettos; long, black silk gloves; a medallion that hung on a chain and dangled provocatively between her breasts, and the cigarette holder. And no underwear. Not a stitch. Her wavy, shoulder-length black hair had been brushed to a sheen and contrasted with her alabaster skin. The most important parts of her outfit were her makeup and the expression on her face-that sort of bored, mysterious, and haughty look.

Jarrod brought her the drink and handed the long-stemmed glass to her. She could tell he wasn’t sure about her yet. It was fun to imagine the thoughts going through his mind – Was she the attractive, classy woman whom he’d met at the wedding, or a man-killer? She gave him a half nod in thanks for the drink.

Sasha sipped her drink while staring at Jarrod, who returned to the love-seat. She’d purposely not offered him anything to make him feel awkward. She said nothing, only sipped her drink, staring at him.

“Why are you sitting over there, Jarrod? Come sit at the bar with me,” she said after a moment.

She watched, feigning amusement as he went from the love-seat to the bar stool next to her. Holding her drink in her hand, she stared at Jarrod as if sizing him up.

“Oh! These fucking heels,” she said at last. “I’m tired of wearing them.” She lifted a foot and undid the strap sexily, watching Jarrod out of the corner of her eye. The shoe fell to the floor with a soft thump. “Have you ever worn high heels, Jarrod?” she asked as she lifted her other foot.

After clearing his throat, he said, “No, I can’t say that I have.”

“You should try it sometime. Then you will know something of what we women have to go through for you men. All to accent parts of our bodies.”

The other shoe fell to the floor.

“Ah, much better!” she said, wriggling her toes energetically in front of Jarrod.

It amused Sasha to see how his eyes riveted to her sexy feet. She took another sip of her drink, and then reached over with her bare foot to rub Jarrod crotch. She took a drag from her cigarette, looking bored. Soon she felt a lump forming in Jarrod’s pants.

“What is this?” she smirked. “Amazing what a little stimulation can do, don’t you think?”

“Sometimes it doesn’t take much,” Jarrod said, grinning sheepishly.

Sasha chortled, took another sip of her drink, and examined her fingernails. He reminded her of a cornered mouse who knew the cat was going to pounce.

“Stand up and take off your clothes,” she said nonchalantly, as if she always made such an order.

“What?” he asked, taken aback by the suddenness of her request.

“Take off your clothes,” she repeated, enunciating each word distinctly.

“Okay.”

He stood naked before her while she gazed at his body, still wearing the bored expression.

“Turn around,” Sasha said after a moment.

Jarrod turned to show her the rear view. She told him to turn around again after a moment.

“Not bad. You could lose a few pounds and build some muscle, and you should shave your package. But not bad.”

She got off the stool and approached Jarrod from behind, pressing her body against his. Her hands went around his chest, massaging his nipples roughly. She could feel his naked body through the thin fabric of her dress. Sasha insinuated her head at his neck and kissed, then licked, then bit it. Jarrod let out a passionate sigh as he succumbed to her charms, almost melting in her grasp.

Sasha smiled to herself. Like a moth to the flame, she thought. She slid her hands slowly down his flat belly to his cock.

“Nice! You’re hard already,” she whispered Bostancı Escort in his ear. “I like it when I have that effect on a man.”

“You sure do on me,” Jarrod replied.

“You know what I really like? Three things. When a man licks my pussy, or when he shoots his load in me, or when I fuck him… in the ass.”

She punctuated the last word by bumping her hips against his.

“Have you ever had a woman fuck you in the ass, Jarrod?” she whispered as she held his balls.

“No,” he whimpered.

Sasha smiled.

“Excellent! I’ll be the one to take your… virginity.”

She squeezed his balls as she whispered the last word in his ear. The squeeze wasn’t hard, but it made him gasp. Sasha turned away, moved a couple feet from him, and faced him. She felt her pussy seethe with wetness. Being in control of a man this way turned her on so much!

“Look, Jarrod,” she said. When he turned, Sasha began to lift her dress. “Is this what you wanted to see?” revealing that she wore no bra or panties. She smirked at Jarrod’s wide-eyed expression.

Sasha ran two fingers from her throat to between her legs, not taking her eyes off him. The fingers dipped between her hairy folds. She brought them to her mouth, shiny with wetness, and sucked them dry.

“Mm, nice. I like the taste of my pussy juice. Maybe we can play a game. Would you like that? Do you like games?”

The corner of her lip went up as she said it, and she let her dress fall into place.

“Yes,” he said softly.

Returning to the stool to sit, she hoisted her dress above her hips.

“Kneel between my legs,” she said in a tone that could not be denied.

Jarrod knelt between her knees, inches from her smoldering cunt.

“Lick.”

Jarrod stuck out his tongue, and she felt its smooth wetness caress her lips. Sasha sighed. He parted the hair with his tongue to get at her hard clit, and went to work on it. Sasha relished the sensations of his tongue lapping at her clitty. His skills weren’t as good as Kat’s, but enough to get her off.

Sasha put her hands on Jarrod’s head and pulled him into her, not risking his pulling away until she’d juiced his face. She moaned, felt her pussy wet with arousal as her juices pooled and spread around Jarrod’s lips and tongue. The sight of him kneeling in front of her as he serviced her made her hot. The sound of his tongue licking at her wet folds excited Sasha, too. Sasha pulled at Jarrod’s hair. She closed her eyes and gave in to the heightening sensations.

“Damn you, Jarrod, you’re gonna make me cum!”‘ Sasha said, breathless. “Yes, that’s it, right-there! Like that!”

She cried out and came, more juice flooding her sopping cunt. Sasha mashed Jarrod’s face into her greedy cunt, not letting go until her orgasm subsided. She took her time recovering.

Looking down at Jarrod’s shiny face, Sasha couldn’t help smirk.

“Not bad, man-slave. I should try out your cock next time. How did that make you feel, making Auntie Jane cum like that?”

“Pretty good,” Jarrod replied.

“Pretty good! You should feel honored,” she scolded.

Sasha slid off the bar stool and walked to a large bureau in the room. She took a few things from the bureau, one of which was a pair of serious looking restraints.

“Go stand in that corner, you bad boy,” she said. “Let Auntie Jane take care of you.”

Her tone dripped with sex. Jarrod went and stood in the corner and faced it.

“No, not facing the wall, face the center of the room. And stretch your arms out from your shoulders.”

Sasha moved close to him. He didn’t seem surprised when she attached the restraints to his wrists on one end, and to eye bolt attachments in the wall at the other.

“There. Now for the next,” she said, walking over and pulling out a spreader bar from behind the sofa. This she attached his ankles to, which kept his legs spread wide.

“Very nice,” she said, stepping back and looking him over. “I think you make a very handsome captive. And a pose like Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man. It makes me hot, Jarrod. Really hot.”

She slid her hand between her legs and cupped her pussy.

“So fucking hot I need to take off my dress,” she smiled. “You don’t mind, will you?”

“No,” Jarrod croaked.

“I didn’t think so.”

Sasha pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress and then pulled off the garment. She grinned Ümraniye Escort knowingly at Jarrod’s gawking expression. Sasha was proud of her svelte body, its curves and mounds. Her nipples were pierced, and she had a tattoo of a dragonfly just above her pussy. Another one, a dense Medieval design, adorned her upper right arm.

“Now. Let’s play this game. I think you’ll like it.”

Sasha stood with legs spread slightly and began to rub her cunt in a gentle, circular motion. Sasha’s eyes closed, and a sexy, low moan escaped from her mouth.

“Yes. That’s what Sasha likes, a wet pussy,” she said.

Sasha drew a finger across her clit, and down into her snatch. She watched Jarrod’s face as she jammed two fingers deep in her cunt in a most unladylike fashion and grunted. They were slick with her juice when she pulled them out, and she held them up in front of her so Jarrod could see. She made her way toward him, holding out her fingers. Standing in front of him at arm’s length, she passed her fingers under his nose.

Jarrod whimpered with desire at her scent.

“Does it smell good? Does the smell of my cunt on my fingers turn you on?”

She looked down at saw his pole rising.

“Yes, I think it does,” she grinned. “Excuse me, I need to make a phone call,” she added abruptly.

Knowing that she left him in frustration inflated her ego.

“Kat? We’re ready for you now,” she said into her phone.

A minute later, a tall, husky blond with short hair walked into the room.

“Kat, this is Jarrod. Jarrod, this is my partner Kat.”

Jarrod said nothing, clearly embarrassed at the situation.

Kat cast him a disdainful glance, and said to Sasha, “So you think he’ll deliver, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. Just look at these heavy balls,” she said, walking over and bouncing them in her hand. “Enough to do the job and then some.”

“Do the job? What’s going on?” Jarrod asked.

“Shut up!” Kat said, turning and advancing on him. He got a scared look on his face, and Kat softened a bit. “Look, I’ll tell you what’s going on. Sasha seduced you for a purpose. She doesn’t really want to have sex with you.”

“Well, I might later,” Sasha interrupted, drawing out the first word.

“This was not my idea, remember!” Kat said to Sasha angrily.

“So? Revenge will be ours, and no one will know,” Sasha replied, losing her persona for a moment. “Except for our friend Jarrod here, who’d better keep his mouth shut.”

“Fucking right,” Kat said. She rolled her eyes and turned away in disgust. “Fine! Get on with it. I changed my mind, take care of him yourself.”

Kat left the room. Sasha turned to Jarrod, whose erection had subsided some.

“Don’t mind her. She’s just a poor sport. Now, where were we?” she asked, the sexy femme fatale returned. “Oh yes. I had just let you smell my fingers. Would you like to smell them again?”

She rubbed her pussy again, and slid her fingers deep inside with a groan. They were coated with shiny juice when she pulled them out.

“Look,”she said, sniffing her fingers. “Mm, so fucking hot. Would you like another sniff?”

Sasha once again held her fingers under Jarrod’s nose, only this time she smeared her juice on his upper lip. She grinned as a look of tormented desire grew on his face.

“Excuse me while I step away and get a few things, won’t you?” she asked in her most polite yet seductive voice. “Don’t go anywhere!” she giggled as she walked down the hall.

The look on Jarrod’s face was priceless when he saw her return. She held a bottle of lubrication, a pair of black latex gloves, and a tiny measuring cup. Sasha put on the gloves and let them snap at cuffs. Then she lubricated her gloved hands well. Sasha turned to Jarrod.

“Now then. Let’s get to work, shall we?” she asked with a sardonic smile.

Sasha took his balls in her hand and felt them again. “They feel quite full. I think they need to be released of their contents.”

She gently massaged the sac to warm them, then drew a finger up the line in the scrotum. Jarrod moaned. He could do nothing but feel and watch.

“So big and full,” she teased. “It’ll feel good to let all that sperm go, don’t you think?”

“Please! What’s going on?” Jarrod asked.

“I’ll tell you after I empty your balls, honey. Relax. Don’t worry about why right now. Just feel.”

His cock had hardened nicely, Kartal Escort and Sasha drew her finger up the line in his scrotum to the base of his cock, and finally to the base of the head. She smiled as his cock pulsed once in midair. Sasha ran her finger slowly from the base of his cock to the underside of the head again. And again. She did it several more times, until Jarrod’s dick strained at the skin.

Kat walked back into the room, and Sasha stopped her handiwork to glare at her.

“I’m sorry. I decided to help, if you want me to,” Kat said.

“Thanks. I’ll need you in a bit,” Sasha said coolly.

“You didn’t want me to stop, did you baby?” she said to Jarrod. “I’m sorry. Did that feel good? Would you like me to continue?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Jarrod moaned.

“So why don’t I attend to your… cock?”

She said the last word as if it dripped with honey.

Sasha took the bulbous head between two fingers. She took her time to squeeze it gently all around, until a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. It lay glistening like a pearl.

“Mm, nice,” Sasha said as she observed the change in Jarrod’s arousal.

She drew a line up the underside of his cock as before, this time using a long red fingernail. Jarrod gasped and twitched. Sasha smiled at the way his cock bobbed at her touch. She pulled her hand away, watching the pool of pre-cum grow larger.

Sasha stood up and took his chin in her hand.

“More?” she asked.

“More,” he replied in a hoarse voice.

“Then say it like this: ‘Please, mistress, may I have some more?'”

He repeated the request so pathetically that she couldn’t help laughing out loud.

Again she drew a line from the base of his balls, up the underside of his cock, stopping at the pronounced ridge of the head. The drop of pre-cum dripped from the tip.

“I think you’re ready,” she said.

She poured some oil in each hand and rubbed them together. Kat pulled up a chair in front of him for Sasha to sit in.

Sasha took the base of Jarrod’s cock in her gloved hand and slowly let her hand drag along its length. She didn’t take eyes off Jarrod’s face. Then she slid her hand back down. She did this again and again, until Jarrod’s need became urgent. Sasha picked up her pace, sliding her hand quickly up and down his shaft. Jarrod’s moans increased in intensity with his approaching orgasm.

“The cup, Kat!” Sasha ordered.

Kat held the small cup in front of Jarrod’s dick, and Sasha pointed the shiny rod at the opening. She jerked him furiously, and he groaned and cried out.

The cum spurted into the cup with a sound like a tiny fire-hose, and Kat winced. Sasha milked his cum into the cup until not a drop was left in his balls.

“Add this to what’s in the freezer,” Sasha told Kat.

“Okay,” Kat replied, and went to the kitchen. She returned with a small plastic tub containing an amount of frozen white fluid, and a tiny spatula.

“You could have just taken the cup into the kitchen!” Sasha pointed out to her.

“You know I don’t like handling fresh cum!” Kat replied.

“You’re such a pussy, Kat,” Sasha said. Then she tipped the cup’s contents into the tub of frozen fluid, using the spatula to get it all out.

“We’re done with you, Jarrod. Thanks for your donation. Before I release you, let me explain. Kat and I run a catering service. We’re a lesbian couple.”

“Sort of,” Kat muttered.

Sasha glared at her and continued.

“We have a specialty that we run for interested customers, and that is cooking with real, human semen.”

Jarrod looked at her with an expression of disgust.

“However, we’re always looking for a steady, willing supply of cum. So if you’re interested, we can pay you for each donation you make.

“Well, why the hell did you seduce me to get it?” Jarrod asked, clearly pissed. “You could’ve just asked and then paid me, rather than leading me on.”

“It’s more fun to get it that way, don’t you think?” she teased. “It brings out the straight side in me. I’m bi-not that Kat recognizes it,” she said, glaring at Kat.

“Fuck you,” Kat said.

“In a little while, dear, after Jarrod leaves. Besides, what am I going to do to get donors, take out an ad in the personals? I don’t think so! Anyway, let’s release you. And don’t try any funny stuff, because Kat can kick your ass. She has a green belt in karate.”

She released Jarrod and let him dress.

“Are you interested in donating regularly?” Sasha asked.

“Fuck, no!” Jarrod replied.

“Okay,” she sighed, opening the door for him.

“Sorry to seduce you for your spunk and not you, Jarrod-business, you know.”

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