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Panties, Panties, Panties Ch. 02

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Ball Gag

Now, as I thought at my age, getting close to 20, I thought I had a good idea of women and how to make love to them. I thought I knew what made them climax and that every time I had sex with a girl she was satisfied but I learned later on in life I had no clue at all. At this time I had no idea that most of the girls I had been with new very little at making a guy not only enjoy sex but also how to keep a guy from climaxing with in a minute or two inside her pussy. That was my usual I am afraid to say. In fact, I now understand that I probably never satisfied the first several girls I had sex with.

My friend’s mom on the other hand had more knowledge than any I had been with before but that had been only a couple at that age anyway. I had sex with more girls panties than with actual girls. Her’s were no different. This wasn’t the first time I had played with her panties. They were the first that I had seen that were so sexy though and they alone made my excitement rise even without a female touching me. She had all the same colored sets. She had bikini panties, briefs, bra and half slips that matched and had 7 or 8 sets like that. I might not have seen all her panties but I seen them and that was so sexy to me from what I had been use to seeing that girls wore. All her’s were nylon too with lace on the sides. Now the thought that I was standing there before her with one of her bikini pairs on was unthinkable.

She just let the head enter her mouth for several seconds. She would let it slip in and I could feel her tongue go around the head inside her mouth. A slight sucking could be felt and then she would let it slowly slip out letting her lips close as it slipped from them. Then she would kiss it and lick it before taking it back in. I could feel her soft fingers rub across my butt over the nylon panties. Both hands around my butt when the head was inside her mouth then just one as she pulled it out so the other held my cock, all though as hard as I was it almost stood straight out with no help.

I looked down a few times to see her looking up through the top of her eyes, so sexy she looked with my cock in her lips and seeing her panties on me too. She was watching me to see how close I was getting each time she took me in.

Then, right after she took it out and licked it, she took about half of it in. I had to gasp for air as I not only watched but felt my cock slip inside her mouth.

“You all right”, she asked me still with my cock in her mouth. “You’re not going to fall are you, put your hand on the sink just in case”, she told me.

I said,”Oh…N..o…I am all right…I p..r..o..m..i..s..e.” It sounded so pitiful coming from my mouth. I was still ordu escort a little embarrassed at being caught with her panties on but it was fading fast.

“We don’t have very long since Rob will be back in a few minutes”, she said in a low whisper. Rob was her son that had drove his car to the store down the road a ways to get some things that she had left a note on the table for. I had walked over to his house so my car was back home and I had seen his mom outside so I made the excuse of using the bathroom so he left so we could go take off to the woods where we always did something like smoking or just goofing off. “But I want to enjoy this as long as I can and I want you to enjoy it too. You are enjoying it aren’t you”, she asked with a smile on her lips.

“OH YES”, I let it out louder than I wanted too.

“You look so hot in my panties”, she said and rubbed and gave my butt a squeeze through her silky panties. “I would have never thought a man would look so hot in womens panties but you do, they fit so nice too.”

With that she took my whole cock in with one easy movement. Grabbed my butt with a good strong grip and pulled me inside her mouth. I could feel her tongue lick around my whole cock. Then back out. A quick lick and then back in.

“I think we need to finish this. I wish we had more time. I would love to take a guy like you and teach you some things about a woman. One day we will have to get together and we can take more time. I’ll let you look through all my panties and bras too.”

I almost cummed at that thought but I held back a little longer but not too long.

She looked up and quickly asked,”You ready Chuck.”

I shook my head yes and with that she started the final attack on my cock that I don’t remember if I ever had any one better accomplish. First she reached under my cock and gently cupped my balls and pulled them out some so she could lick them and sucked one in her mouth. Then licked slowly up the shaft till she reach the head, ran her tongue around the hood of my cock and then in it went. So gently and expertly. She looked up as she slipped it in and then out, the rhythm started. In and out, in and out.

“MMMMmmm”, I heard slip through her lips as she sucked and worked my cock in and out that wet, sexy thin lips. I have always enjoyed a thin lipped woman and as I watched her soft, thin lips form gently around my cock and it slipped in and out of them it was getting to much.

“MMMmm, mmmMMm”, again and again. At this point I wasn’t sure if it was her or me.

“Oh Yes”, that was me, I knew that because I was getting right at the edge of my climax. I felt her fingers dig into my ass. rize escort She grabbed it tightly as she realized she had me almost there and in only about 3 minutes. At least it seemed like that. It felt like an hour but I wished it could last another hour.

My knees started to shake and I guess she could feel them. She stopped, I looked at her. “You hear something”, I asked.

“No, I just don’t want you to fall. I think you need to sit down. First, will you suck my nipples a little”, she asked me.

“Oh Yes”,I replied back and quickly started licking both nipples. Sucked them in my mouth. They got so hard so fast.

Then she took one of my hands and placed it between her legs and I could feel those soft curly hairs of her bush and she took my other hand and place it around, on her ass. “Finger me as you do it and squeeze my butt, will you sweetheart.”

Sweetheart, I couldn’t believe she called me that but I had no problem with doing either with her and with a nipple in my mouth I mumble out, “yes”, and with that I let my finger find that slit between her legs and it was dripping with her juices. I even felt some on the hairs of her bush. My finger slipped inside completely with no problem. She lifted her one leg and placed it on the tub beside her.

I felt her body tense up as my finger entered her pussy. I wiggled it around some and sucked harder on each nipple. She took my hand and pulled it out of her pussy.

“Here, rub gently right her.” She placed my fingers on her clit. I could feel it slightly protruding and started rubbing it. She started moaning faster and faster. “Suck my nipples harder Chuck, pull on them some”, she moaned.

“Oh My…OH YES…” she started moaning out and then she grabbed the sink beside her and her body tensed completely. “OH MY GOD…”, she almost screamed it out. “I have never had that happen. Here, sit down, we have to hurry”, and she took my hands and after putting the seat down and I sat on the toilet. I never realized until another time I had made her climax since she was so horny and excited with a younger man’s cock in her mouth to begin with.

She quickly started sucking my cock back in her mouth. She came up once and sucked each of my nipples which I had never had a girl do before. She was sucking it in and out faster than before and I wasn’t that far from a complete erection from just a minute or two earlier.

It didn’t take more than a minute I believe before I felt my cock swell. “Mmmmm”, I heard her let slipped from her lips. She again told me another time that she had felt my cock swell in her mouth which she had never felt with her husband before. She reached up and took one of sakarya escort my nipples in her fingers and started rubbing and rolling it between them and let her other hand rub my balls. Then as I got almost there I felt one of her fingers slip farther past my balls and she started massaging my ass hole.

That was it. I didn’t know what to do but I let my fingers slip in her hair which was at least shoulder length and pulled her towards my cock. I believe she knew I was climaxing and let her finger at my ass hole push in just a little and it exploded.

“MmmmmmMMm, mmmMmm,MMmm”, she let it slip from her lips 4 maybe 5 times. I lost count. It was as if she enjoyed making me cum. I was lost in my day dream of having her in the bed and fucking her. I later realized she made the noise each time I shot out a hard stream of cum in her mouth.

She sucked it, moaning as she seemed to milk my cock for every drop it had. She slowly pulled it out about half way with a suction on it then let it slip back in then back out again. She sucked on it a couple more times then let it slowly slip from her lips.

She lifted up and gave me a big kiss on my lips. My cum was gone and that is when I realized she had swallowed it all. I had never had a girl go all the way. Two had got me close and finished with a hand job but never inside their mouth and never swallowed it.

Her lips were so soft and I felt her tongue slip inside my mouth. It tasted so sweet. I never thought about her just having my cum in her mouth since I was lost in another world.

She slipped her hands inside the panties I had on and slipped them off as I lifted to help her. She stood in front of me and rubbed the cotton gusset inside her pussy and handed them back to me and looked me in the eyes, holding my chin in her soft hand.

“Keep these until I ask you over again”, she said as she handed them back to me.

She leaned over, picked up her bikini swim suit and walked out the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I heard her son come in within seconds of her leaving and I quickly dressed and slipped her panties inside my pocket before coming out.

As I went in the kitchen, there she stood taking the things from her son in a pair of tight, short shorts. She wore some of the sexiest things for a married woman but I couldn’t hardly take my eyes off that ass and the panty lines underneath those shorts. Another pair of bikinis since I could see the top line under her shorts. I could only dream of the color and the bra that was holding those tits up.

As we left she called out.” You boys be careful.” We both answered yes and as I walked past her she gave me a quick slap across the butt.

“You especially Chuck”, with a smile on her beautiful lips.

We seen each other 2 more times before I found a girl more my age and got a car and started hanging around other places. What an experience though. I never forgot those times.

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A Sissy’s New Daddy

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Babes

Walking in the door the Friday after my eighteenth birthday, everything seemed great. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and I was for the first time a truly free man. My older brother had decided not to come home for Labor Day holiday which I was kind of bummed about, we didn’t get alone all that well but I still looked up to him. He was one of those guys that could do no wrong, and I don’t mean in my parents eyes I mean he actually could do no wrong. No matter the situation he always knew the right thing to do and did it, the consequences be damned.

Myself on the other hand I was scrawny and always getting in trouble. It was my senior year and half the school wouldn’t be able to identify my body… even if it would get them on the news. The other half was split about sixty / forty with people with only tolerated my presence because they couldn’t be somewhere else and people who took a perverse pleasure in humiliating me. I had worked a deal with Mickey Dolans over the summer. I would meet up with him every other week and let him have his way with me and he would keep most people off my back. So like I said no parents no Mickey, I was a free man this weekend.

My first order of business when I got home was stripping off my boy clothes. I hated boy clothes they felt very drab and confining. The laundry room was just off the kitchen so I didn’t have very far to go. Ripping my clothes off I tossed them in a pile and started for my mom’s hamper. At least twice a week I would snag a pair of her panties and parade myself around the house in them. Usually it was for no more than an hour in between when I got home and she did. But I had big plans for this weekend, seventy-two hours of pantied bliss. I dove right in and snaked my hand around till I felt silk brush across my knuckles. I twisted my middle finger around and pulled out a delicate pair of red string bikini panties. My mother had an affinity for red that I just never understood.

I bent over to slip the panties on when it occurred to me, I was home alone; completely alone for the whole weekend. I always snagged my mom’s used panties because they wouldn’t be noticed when she did the wash. But now I could wear whatever I wanted to and no one would know. I could have everything washed and put away before mom got back. I don’t know if the delicate panties fluttered to the floor like a feather but I know I was in my parent’s room before they hit the floor.

Nothing about my parents was exciting. My father was an accountant who reinforced every stereotype you had ever heard, and my mom worked at an old college friend’s boutique downtown. I had been by there a few times but I tried not to stay any longer then I needed too. My parents had separate dressers on separate sides of the room. Thinking back to it now I realize how separate their lives really were. My mother’s things were on the far side of the room. They were on a plane at that point but I still tiptoed over to the dresser. I was careful with each step afraid I would disturb some unknown trap they had set to see if I had gone in there room when they were gone.

The dresser was an antique lacquered wood that was polished to an almost mirror finish. The top drawer was bras and stockings. I was actually quite surprised by how many bras my mother owned. The drawer was filled with almost two dozen of them and most looked rather new. The second draw was socks, stockings and a few garters. I was starting to lose my patience until I opened the third draw and was greeted with a brightly colored sea of silk. I never actually counted but I am sure that she had at least two pairs for every bra she owned. I touched every pair of panties that day I examined each pair trying to decide what I wanted to wear first. Over half of them were Red, but she had a good selection styles to choose from. I almost went with a yellow lace thong but decided instead on a pair of pink satin tie-side bikini panties.

Dancing to a tune in my head I pranced out of my parent’s room and down the hall to mine, spinning as I moved. I actually think I felt the box before I saw it. I know that sounds silly but that is the only way I can describe it because I stopped dead at my door. My lungs and heart both froze at the same time. That box which was a bright pink had not been on my bed when I left for school that morning. My brother was the only person I hadn’t received a gift from and he would never use pink. My eyes flickered as my lungs kicked back in and I sucked in a heavy gulp of air. My heart didn’t start pumping again till I started walking towards my bed. I was so panicked about the package that I completely forgot that I was dressed in nothing but a pair of dainty panties.

The box wasn’t large, about the size of three reams of paper. It wasn’t poorly wrapped but it was certainly done by a man. There was a card on top with Bobbie, scratched out in a neat block text. I sat down on my bed and examined the card first. It wasn’t sealed the back flap was simply tucked into the envelope. The sinop escort card inside made no sense. It was a congratulations card for a newborn girl. Flipping it open I saw that it was signed, Daddy, in the same block script from the envelope. Putting the card to the side I turned my attention to the box itself. I took my time removing the pink wrapping. It wasn’t special I was just terrified of what I would find inside. With the wrapping removed I pulled the top of the box and was surprised not to find anything overly terrifying. It was just a cheap pre-paid cell-phone and a manila envelope.

The horror stuck when I picked up the envelope. The bulk of the packages weight came from it. Unlike the card it was sealed. I cut my finger as I ripped open the envelope. I sucked blood from my index finger as I dumped the contents on my bed. I didn’t examine them at first I was to absorbed with my finger. And then out of the corner of my eye I saw something pinkish. It was a young man standing nude, well mostly nude. I was in fact in that picture wearing a pair of my mother’s high heels. My heart didn’t stop this time instead it started pumping so hard I could hear it. The blood pumping through my veins was like my own personal little bass drum drowning out all other sound. There were hundreds of them. It seemed like every time I had put on a pair of panties who ever this was had caught it all on video. I say video because that is what they looked like still from a video. There was also a slim DVD case. The case was covered in pictures of me. And to make matters worse not only was I in panties I was on my knees with Mickey.

As I poured through the pictures something jumped out at me. Almost all of them were taken from the same angle. I grabbed a picture and moved around the room till I was seeing everything as the picture showed it. Two feet above my head was an air vent. I grabbed the armless rolling chair from my desk and climbed up to look inside. On TV and in movies there is always a little red little that blinks; this camera didn’t have a little red light. I knew it was on though because the moment I looked at it the phone rang. Not my phone, the phone that had been in the box. I almost fell off the chair when I heard the sound. It was some old band, my father could have told you who it was but I was a little preoccupied at the time.

My hand was shaking as I picked up the phone. IT was still playing music in a repetitive loop until I hit the answer button. I pulled the phone to my ear and waited I couldn’t speak no matter how hard I tried. I and the caller just waited listening to each other breath. Finally he broke the silence his voice as deep and old. Not ancient mind you he just wasn’t a teen-ager, which is funny really because I was relieved by that at the time. His first words to me made it pretty clear what was to come, he said “Don’t ever touch my cameras.”

I fell to the bed ready to cry. My throat began to ache. He was polite and let me have a moment to compose myself. My reply was a quick ok and then he continued. “You’re going to come over to my house and if you do it wearing nothing but those cute little panties, then I will do you a favor and erase an hour of your video performances.”

I recognized his voice, how could I not he had been my neighbor almost my entire life. Mr. Morgan had moved in when I was little, his wife left him a few years ago, and there were rumors that he was a little weird but I figured they were just that rumors. I didn’t respond to what he said I just sat there silent as he continued “I expect my charges to be prompt and obedient. Is that clear?”

I still didn’t answer and it annoyed him. I could hear his breathing intensifying but I was terrified. Just when he was about to lash out I spoke up, “OK I will come over.”

The line clicked dead and I sat there for a moment looking down at my panty covered crotch. I couldn’t go next door wearing just panties. There was a gate between our back yards but I doubted he wanted me to come that way. I grabbed a pair of shorts from my dresser and a shirt before heading over. I considered changing out of the panties and into some boxers but he made it clear I was to wear the panties when I came over.

I locked up the front door and slipped the key into my pocket, it was all I took with me when I left. I didn’t bother walking down to the street and over I just cut across our two lawns. I knocked on the front door and waited. A car drove past, it was the red Buick from up the street. I didn’t know the old guys name but I knew he was nosy and was sure he was making a note, even if only a mental one that I was here. I knocked again and still nothing. I heard another car and looked over to see Cindy Marshall drove by with her mom. She saw me and gave a wave, we had a class together so I knew I was going to be peppered with questions on Monday. I knocked again and Mr. Morgan finally answered the door. He looked me over and told me to go around back. I cursed him under my breath as I walked around sivas escort the side of his house. His back door was past a screen porch that was locked I was just about to bang on the door when I noticed a bell. My first thought was to wonder who would have a bell at a back porch, but I pushed that out of my mind quickly as I rang. He answered the back door so fast I knew he had been waiting for me. He walked to the screen door clutching a half eaten apple in his right hand. “Sluts are allowed to enter my house dressed however they like. Sissies on the other hand being natural liars must strip.”

“Strip here outside?” I stammered out looking around his yard. It was as private as ours backing up against some woods and with the privacy fence none of the houses around could see in, but it still seemed unseemly to me.

Mr. Morgan’s lip twisted into sneer as he spoke again. “I will do my very best not to punish you this weekend but if you ever question me again like that I promise not only will you be punished but it will be truly public and not just in my back yard. Am I clear.”

“Yes sir.” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head. I kicked my shoes off and yanked my shorts down. When he said strip I assumed he meant panties too but I wanted to do those separate to show him I wore them like he asked. I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of the panties and started to pull them down when he stopped me.

“Leave the panties, you will always wear panties.” He opened the door and I reached down to grab my clothes when he spoke again. “Leave them there.”

I left my clothes and slipped past him starting for the door, I wanted to get inside as soon as possible. I didn’t want to be undressed in front of him but I wanted even less to be so on the porch. He must have sensed my reluctance because he called out telling me to stand in the middle of the room, if you could call it that. He took a seat and just stared at me for a long moment. “Face me, hands on your head and I want your feet shoulder width apart.”

I stood perfectly still just like he asked me too, and again he just sat there staring at me. My nipples got hard and I felt my cock twitch as he licked his lips. He continued eating his apple and let his free hand rest on his crouch. He started to rub himself and I could see his cock bulging against his pants. His eyes were focused on my panty covered member and while I knew it shouldn’t it made me very excited. “Untie the panties.”

I reached down and took hold of the ties on either side with both hands. I took a deep breath and considered changing my mind, as if any of this was my idea. I pulled the Ribbons and the panties fell from my body. I put my hands back on top of my head and waited. As he finished the last of his apple, Mr. Morgan’s calm began to get to me. He didn’t leer or scowl he just watched me. If my leg twitched he watched me. When my hand trembled he watched. I was near tears when he finally spoke. “You have a lovely little body, but too much hair.”

Mr. Morgan abruptly stood up and walked into the house, he didn’t say anything he just left. I wasn’t left alone for very long, maybe a few minutes but it I couldn’t think of a way to explain my nudity should someone come upon me. Before I could figure out an answer Mr. Morgan came back out. He had a bottle in his hand but I couldn’t tell what it was. With an underhand toss he threw the bottle my way. I didn’t catch it and it slid along the floor till it hit the back wall of the porch. I walked to pick up the bottle letting my hands down from on the top of my head. As I knelt down to pick up the bottle I heard Mr. Morgan clear his throat. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him making a motion with his hand. It took me a second to realize what he wanted. I let out a sigh and bent at the waist to pick it up. The bottle was a chemical hair remover.

“Good girl.” Mr. Morgan said as he took his seat again.

“Mr. Morgan, what are we doing here? I mean.” I paused giving myself a second to try and better form my question. I knew there was a way that I could say that would make him think about my situation. I just didn’t know how to say it. “I mean what am I doing here?”

“Well get to that. Right now I want to get that unseemly hair off your body.” Mr. Morgan took his seat again and leaned back getting himself comfortable. “And from now on I want you to call me, Daddy.”

That was the moment that I knew this wasn’t some weird old school embarrass me into changing my ways deal. Mr. Morgan had some kind of insane plan. Still clutching the bottle of hair remover I moved my hands to cover my crotch. “I sorry I still don’t understand.”

“Billie, and that name isn’t going to work for you but that is something else we can get to later. There are going to be some huge changes in your life starting right now. Open that bottle and get yourself covered from the neck down. I don’t want any hair left on you.”

I moved back towards the center of the room and took the cap off the bottle. tekirdağ escort I was a little surprised when the cream didn’t have a fragrance. I looked at the back and instructions were pretty straight forward. I poured a silver dollar sized glob into my hand. It was cold and sent a wave of goose pimples down my leg as started to spread it out. I realized it would take forever to cover my body a dab at a time, and I was hoping that once this one done I would be allowed to go inside. There was a cheap plastic chair shoved into a corner. I grabbed it and pulled it over to where I was told to stand. I propped a leg up on the chair and poured a line of the remover down my leg. As I spread the liquid out the patch I had done a few minutes before began to get warm. I finished my legs quickly and then started on my chest and under arms. Once I was done I looked back, Mr. Morgan. He just looked at me like he was expecting something more.

“Mr. ” I stopped myself and closed my eyes tight not wanting to see the grin I knew would be on his face when I said it. “Daddy, what is wrong?”

“I said no hair.” Mr. Morgan said in a whimsical tone. I opened my eyes but he wasn’t looking at me he was looking at my crouch. I covered myself with my right hand and gently dug my fingertips into my pubic hair. I wrapped my fingers around my balls as I pressed my penis into my stomach with my palm.

“Please.” I pulled my hand away quickly when I realized that my hand was still covered in the hair remover. “I can explain my arms and legs. I’ll say I am trying out for a swim team. But I have gym class. What if someone sees me while I am changing?”

“I think you will have a harder time explaining the panties, but that is just my opinion. You know what I need a drink.” Mr. Morgan got up and rushed back into the house. Returning almost as quickly as he left with a beer, plopping back down in his chair he twisted the top off his beer. “That stuff you just slathered on, it stays on for twenty minutes and those twenty minutes doesn’t start till you are completely covered. Do you understand?”

I am embarrassed to say that it took me a moment to realize what he was saying but once I did I stopped wasting time. I covered my last remaining manhood and looked to Mr. Morgan for guidance. He gave me a wordless nod and then looked to his watch. As the minutes ticked by the remover began to get warm and then burn. I told myself that he wouldn’t do anything to permanently scar me. I told myself that and I even convinced myself of it for a minute. But the longer I stood there with my body on fire the less I trusted him. I wanted him to explain his plan to me what did he mean when he implied I would be wearing panties at school. I never wore them outside of the house. Well except today.

It wasn’t till I was near tears that Mr. Morgan stood up and motioned for me to follow him. We left the back porch and Mr. Morgan grabbed a hose that was snaked through the yard. It had one of those triggered sprayers attached to it. He told me to raise my arms and close my eyes. I spread my legs wider then shoulder width apart and squeezed my eyes shut as I raised my arms up. I prepared myself for the water to start blasting me, but Mr. Morgan waited. He was trying to catch me off guard and it worked. As hot as the remover had become the water was a polar opposite. It felt like an ice pick dancing across my skin as he sprayed me down. It didn’t take long to wash all the hair remover off me and when he was done Mr. Morgan tossed the house down and started for the shared gate between our yards.

I was still dripping wet and there wasn’t a towel in site. I started for my clothes but Mr. Morgan called out stopping me. “Hey Sweat cheeks leave them there.”

“I need to get my mom’s panties.” Was my reply I don’t know why I said it but at that moment I felt the need to remind him that I had left her panties lying on his porch. Mr. Morgan stood there a moment waiting for me to follow and when I didn’t he marched across the yard grabbing me by the back of my neck. Pulling me through the yard Mr. Morgan was seething barely allowing my feet to keep up with him. We reached my back door and he slammed me into the wall hold me there till he fished a key from his pocket.

“You dare question a real man.” Mr. Morgan said. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, Mr. Morgan flipped through them till he found the one he was looking for. He was pushing me hard against the wall and I was shivering from the cold. As he unlocked the back door and pushed me in. Stumbling in I fell shivering to the carpet. Mr. Morgan stood just outside and watched me. I laid still terrified he was about to snap and beat me to death. When he didn’t charge in and start stomping on me I pulled me feet under me and started to stand up.

Mr. Morgan waited to pounce until I was completely on my feet. I had turned my back to him, it was foolish but I didn’t want him to see I was crying. Once I was up he rushed up behind me grabbing a hold of me and lifting me off my feet. Effortlessly he carried me into the dining room throwing me down on the table. He rolled me onto my stomach before yanking my feet off the table. I started to stand up but he smacked me in the back of the hard as he screamed at me “Stay down.”

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A Daydream

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I’ve been obsessed by the thought of your fingers…feeling you gently caress the contours of my face. My lips part as you reach my mouth; your thumb glides across my lower lip, causing me to close my eyes against the tingles of pleasure that run through my body.

I capture the tip of your thumb in my mouth, lightly biting down on it and then sucking on it as you push it deeper. Slowly I draw you in, and the gentle pull you feel is heightened by the sensation of my tongue sliding along the sensitive pad. As you move your thumb out and then back in I open my eyes to watch you. You are concentrating on the vision of my mouth pursed around your thumb as you move it in and out of my mouth. I can see that you find the vision as erotic as the sensation…all the while my tongue is swirling along you, my teeth grazing against you. In and out, slowly, deliciously…I am aroused and panting lightly as your thumb slips out of my mouth and your fingers trail their way down my chin, my neck, my chest. You pause a moment to brush my nipple, then pinch it lightly before continuing down my abdomen. Downward, downward…I feel a rush of pleasure as you slip your fingers between the folds of my sex. I am already wet when your thumb enters me, emulating the movements of a few moments before. In and out slowly, and as you push deeper into me my legs part and my back arches into it.

I let out a small whimper of frustration when your thumb retreats, leaving me empty. “Hush,” you whisper. And then I can smell the musk of my own desire as you press your thumb against my lower lip again, urging me to draw it into my mouth once more. There is a small smile on your lips as I do… I can see this excites you and that in turn excites me further. God how I love pleasing you, I think as I taste the flavor of my passion, feel you push yourself into my mouth. My lips are wrapped around your thumb, sucking it as if it were your cock; I wonder if I will have that pleasure also before we are done.

I understand you have something else in mind when you withdraw and push me over onto my stomach. sakarya escort You tell me to lift up and I begin to rise onto my hands and knees before I feel your fingers twist in my hair. “Not that way,” you tell me before you press my head back down onto the pillow. My face is turned sideways, my back arched to display my ass. I find the submissiveness of it excites me…I close my eyes and slide my hands under the pillow to grip the bars of the headboard. A feel a shiver of anticipation as your hand runs up my back to caress my buttocks.

What will you do? I wonder, and I stretch, arching my back further. The anticipation is intoxicating and exciting. I am tempting you — at that moment you are every man I ever wanted to seduce…high-school teacher, manager, friend of the family… I feel wicked and without remorse. Take me, I want to whisper, but my position makes the plea unnecessary.

The pain, when it comes, is such a surprise that it is a moment before I react – a shriek as I scramble upwards and away from you. Then the sting sets in, the right cheek of my bottom burning from the blow of something thin and supple — a switch?

You push my head back down onto the pillow firmly, but your fingers are strangely gentle afterwards when they stroke the nape of my neck. I am breathing hard, but from indignation and pain now rather than desire. Still you continue to caress me and after a time my breathing begins to slow and the wetness behind my eyelids begins to dry.

Your hand moves from my neck, down my back to slip between my legs. The passion of earlier has faded with the surprise of the blow, and you work now to coax it back. You tease my clit before sliding your fingers back to my sex, then forward again. When you begin rubbing small circles against the sensitive nub my breathing quickens again. Sweet sensations of pleasure course through my groin and abdomen…the memory of pain begins to fade as I concentrate on your movements. Now you move back to the opening of my cunt and I can hear the wetness as you slide your thumb inside samsun escort of me. Deeper and deeper; I press back against your hand with a moan of pleasure. I am moving with you, against you, my eyes shut tight and my hands gripping the headboard.

This time I hear the swish before the blow lands. I try to escape by moving forward but you anticipate my action and your thumb pushes forward with me; you feel me squeeze tightly around you at the moment of impact. You keep pressing with your thumb inside of me, pushing deeper – the walls of my cervix stay clenched on you. The combination is confusing; pleasure, pain…I am moaning but it’s impossible to say which sensation motivates it. I can feel the heat emanating from my bottom, contrasting with the burning sting of the slashes. I wonder if there will be welts; know that there will be, imagine them surrounded by skin glowing red. Now I can feel you caress the path of those marks, feel my own juices coating them as you draw your thumb along them. I wonder if it turns you on, seeing the marks against my skin – marks that you’ve made, that I’ve allowed you to make on my body. I feel you lean over, feel the tip of your tongue as you slide it slowly along the line of my pain…your hands caress my back and shoulders gently and I hear you whisper a question.

“Do you want more?”

I stiffen, caught in a trap of my own making. This is a question I don’t know how to answer… I am shaking my head no even as I arch myself back up toward you.

“Tell me,” you whisper, and I whimper softly in consternation. Your left hand is moving over me, your fingers grazing along the wetness between my legs. Then something else…something thin and supple slides against me. “A riding crop?” I think, and then shiver at the sensation as you move it between the folds of my sex. Oh, so slowly you slide it along me, along my wetness; the fear is compelling, delicious. And then something thicker and harder pushing against my opening, working its way inside of me bit by bit. It is wicked…degenerate…and I’m unable to deny urfa escort the pleasure of it as I let myself open to it more fully. I turn my face into the pillow, open my mouth and bite down into it to keep from crying out as you slide the grip inside of me further. I begin moving with it, following the rhythm you set; I wonder what it must look like, see the picture of it all in my head – in and out, a little deeper each time. Then the handle is sliding out of me, back up along my ass and between my cheeks.

You urge me again to tell you that I want more; I want to say no.

“Yes…yes…yes,” I moan, and before the third exclamation is out of my mouth I feel the sting again, the final word becoming a sob of pain. Then suddenly you are thrusting inside of me and my cry is an exclamation of lust as I throw my head back and push against you.

Your groan of pleasure urges me on and I squeeze you, rear back into you; I want you hard and fast and furious inside of me, pumping inside of me, taking me. God, how you own me…have owned my thoughts and my dreams and my fantasies for so long.

“Fuck me,” I tell you, and you do, thrusting inside of me. I feel your balls slapping against me over and over again. My moans fade to mewls of pleasure as I lower the front part of my body even more. Now I am oh-so-submissive and you are in control, your hands on my hips, guiding me into the position that pleases you most, that allows you to reach deepest inside of me. I am begging for more, more, more and you oblige. Then a particularly deep thrust reaches that spot inside; you feel me close around you as I begin to cum. My orgasm is so strong, clenching around your cock, squeezing you, urging you to cum with me. Still you keep moving, plunging through my shudders as I cum and cum. It’s as the last shivers run through my back and body that I feel you stiffen. The realization of your imminent release spurs me on just a little more. I shove back against you one more time as you bury yourself in me…now you are exploding too, filling me, sending spasms through my body again.

We collapse together onto the bed, exhausted and satiated in a way I’ve never known. I can feel our perspiration mingling between our bodies; your breathing is hard as your weight presses down on me…oh how I love to walk on the dark side with you, milord.

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In A Pregnant State of Mind Ch. 3

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There was a brief silence in the room except for the small squelching sounds Carol was making as she greedily sucked Shayla’s milk-filled tittie into her mouth. She periodically would pull and release Shayla’s nipple with a ‘pop’ sound, just to drive them both crazy with the sound effects. Between sucks, she would suction the nipple and the whole areola into her mouth and then gently bite down and flick her tongue back and forth across the delicious nub. She was in heaven!

“That’s it, baby. Oooohh, do momma’s tit just like that. You know what momma wants, don’t you baby? You know how she likes to have her tits and fat nipples sucked hard, huh? Momma’s getting so hot that she is going to play with her clitty while the baby nurses…mmmmm.” Shayla continued the ‘baby talk’ to Carol, which only further enhanced the wetness that was flooding her aching pussy. Slowly, she slid her hand from the breast that was holding her tit in Carol’s mouth down to her hot clit, wasting no time going straight to the source of her release. She began to roll her clit between her thumb and index finger; pinching it hard to tease it into thinking it was ready for a release, and then slowly starting to rub it in a circular motion. Shayla loved to masturbate. She knew her body better than anyone else, and her husband never showed enough interest in her since the pregnancy for her to get anything else other than a quick ‘jack-off’ session on her own. Looking down, she locked eyes with Carol. Her cheeks hallowed in and out as she slowed her hungry attack on Shayla’s tit to a soft, subtle weaning suckle. Carol lifted her hand to the neglected breast and fondled the hard, fat nipple.

“Does momma want baby to play with this one too?” she asked. “It’s looking so neglected and baby’s mouth is watering just thinking about getting tekirdağ escort more milk out of your other breast.” Carol was playing her role wonderfully. This had been her biggest fantasy, and she wasted no time switching tits to latch on to the full one and sucking on its glorious nipple.

“Mmph, mmmph, mmph,” Carol moaned against the full breast as she sucked hard on the nub and fresh milk poured into her hungry throat. She squeezed both of Shayla’s tender breasts now, milking them, weighing their fullness. They were close in size to hers finally, and she couldn’t get enough of all this tit-flesh. Something was missing, though. She was getting greedy and wanting more out of this fantasy. She suddenly stopped sucking on the tit in front of her and pulled her head back. Shayla tried to force Carol’s head back on her tit, enjoying the sensation of her sucking lips while she fingered her clit. Her orgasm was so close now.

“Oh, baby, please don’t’ stop sucking momma’s tit yet. Momma is so close to cumming.” Again, she tried to guide her swollen nipple back into Carol’s mouth, running it alongside Carol’s pursed lips and forcing it back inside the warmth and wetness. Carol suckled for a brief second before, again, releasing the nipple.

“Dammit, baby, why do you keep stopping? Don’t you like sucking mommas big tittie down your throat and filling your pretty belly with all that fresh milk momma’s made for you?” Shayla asked.

“Shayla, ” Carol broke out of character for a moment, “sucking your tits is so erotic and drinking your milk from these fat nipples is make my pussy so wet. But, something is missing…I want more.”

“What is it, Carol? I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I just want to be so dirty and kinky right now. I’m loving this little tit-play, momma-baby fantasy we have going on right now. I’ll do whatever you want, though, baby. Just as long as it involves your lips on my needy tits again!” Shayla replied. She was too hot and ready to cum to back down now. She wasn’t quitting this easy. “What do you want, Carol? Just tell me!”

“I want us to suck each other’s tits at the same time while we finger our clits until we cum!” There, she had finally trabzon escort said it. The thought of laying side-by-side next to this goddess of a woman while they sucked each other’s huge tits and fingered their wet pussies was all she needed for the cum of her life! She eyed Shayla’s face for any hint of hesitation. She knew laying on her side would be comfortable for Shayla due to the pregnancy, so comfort wasn’t an issue. Getting her own hand past that belly down to her pussy would be the biggest problem, but as hot as her cunt was right now, she would find a way!

“Lay your sweet ass down on the floor then, you kinky slut! I was wondering when I’d get my lips locked onto those delicious looking rosy nipples of yours. I can’t wait to flick my tongue across them and roll it around your areola. I’m going to try and suck that whole damn tit into my mouth while you devour mine at the same time!” Shayla surprised Carol with this rough, dirty talk! But, Carol wasted no time getting her sweet ass down on the floor, facing Shayla, who was now positioning herself sideways facing Carol. They both scooted their bodies into a position that allowed their huge tits to rest in front of the other’s thirsty mouth. Carol cheated by snaking her tongue out a bit before they were completely ready for the double-nursing feast.

“Hey!” Shayla shouted. “No cheating. You wait until we both are comfortable before you latch back onto these luscious milk-filled melons,” Shayla teased. No quicker had Shayla started this, Carol pulled Shayla’s tits into her mouth, pushing both together and sucking them at the same time. Shayla took this cue and finally lost herself in Carol’s 40DD’s.

“Oh, how I have wanted to get my hands and mouth on these,” Shayla thought to herself. “Look at these nipples – here all for my sucking and nursing pleasure.” She dove right into them, teasing the thick nubs with her slick tongue. She circled around them at first, not sucking on the actual nipple just yet. She bit alongside the firm, yet soft flesh of Carol’s big tit, slowly applying suction after each bite. This suction increased as she continued up toward the aching, ready-to-be-sucked nipple. Carol’s moans increased as sivas escort Shayla got closer to the nub. Finally, she could stand it no more and wrapped her lips around her long-awaited treat and sucked in the manner that she had felt Carol suck on her engorged tits. Her head bobbed up and down as she nursed on the tittie-treat. Carol stopped sucking on Shayla’s tits for a brief second to look down at Shayla’s head bobbing up and down on her huge tit.

“Oh, baby, that’s it. Suck my big tits into your sweet mouth. Savor the flavor of that fat nipple. I want you to become addicted to that tit and suck it whenever I ask you to, okay, Shayla? I don’t care where we are from this point on. If you and I are together and I ask you to suck my tits, you will suck my tits, understood?” Carol considered herself a dominant person, but she’d never really exerted that part of herself in sex. For some reason, it came natural at this exact moment with Shayla. Shayla did not respond, but just continued sucking. Carol reached down and jerked Shayla’s head from her tit, causing a big “plop” sound.

“Did you hear me, Shayla?” she asked.

“Yes, Carol, I will suck these precious tits and nipples into my hot mouth whenever you ask me to. I will never tell you no, baby. Never.” She would have said anything right about now to just get her lips back onto that inviting nipple. Carol was satisfied with this answer and lifted her tit back to Shayla’s mouth for more sucking. Shayla surprised her by mimicking her actions and pushing Carol’s 40DD’s together for dual sucking. She sucked them both into her mouth at the same time, causing Carol’s hands to leave Shayla’s breast and travel down to her own pussy. Shayla followed suit and both women begin to finger their pussies while they sucked one another’s tits. In no time, both women exploded into supernatural orgasms – lifting them to higher places than they’d ever seen before. As they descended, Carol brought her juices up from her pussy and smeared them on her tits. She guided Shayla’s head back to one nipple letting her suck for a moment, and then to the other nipple, allowing her to do the same.

“My little momma likes my juices, doesn’t she?” she cooed to Shayla. “Well, this is not the last of our little adventures, Shayla. Not by a long-shot, baby…” Shayla continued to nurse on Carol’s tits, basking in the moment and anticipated realization of what was to come between the two…

Look for Part IV in June…

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Cum Kiss

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A kiss is just a kiss, goes the song, but don’t you believe it.

I have been a lucky guy. I have been married to the same beautiful woman for ten years. We still have an active love life and she’s no prude. Right now, she’s giving me a fantastic blowjob.

My wife doesn’t close her eyes when she’s giving head. Instead, she maintains full eye contact with me through most of the act. It is hot to see those cat-like eyes staring back at me as I watch her blow me. Her mouth is fully engaged on my cock, but it’s like her whole face is smiling.

Her technique is splendid. Her tongue swirls in patterns over the head of my dick while her suction on the shaft hollows her cheeks, and all the while she bobs up and down on my lap. She maintains just the right tempo to keep you getting closer, not so slow you’re bored, not so fast you come right away.

All the same, it isn’t long before I feel the semen charge through my cock into her waiting mouth. She hasn’t made me come in a week and I’m not allowed to masturbate outside of her presence, so a lot of sperm has been saved up; it takes a while to ejaculate it all. I convulse with an extreme and undeniable pleasure as spurt after spurt of cum shoots out of the head of my cock. My eyes roll back in my head and I exhale a long groan of delight.

She manisa escort is careful not to let the contents of her mouth spill out of her mischievous smile. Every precious drop has another destination. Even as she continues jacking me with her right hand, she extends her left arm and beckons me forward with a curled finger. I rise to meet her but I’m too slow for her. She closes her hand in a fist on the front of my shirt and roughly pulls me up so that we’re face to face. She studies me for a moment, looking for eagerness and hunger. Finding both, she is satisfied. She leans in and locks her lips on mine in a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

She twists her tongue in mine and quickly pushes my own semen into my mouth. She may as well be spoon-feeding me. She’s like a mother bird who chews the food for her chicks in preparation for the day when they will be able to eat on their own. I am the young chick being adjusted to a new diet. My new sustenance is salty and sweet, it is still warm and its presence in my mouth and belly gives me pleasure. I enjoy it.

And I know this is all part of her plan. I have failed completely to counter it.

She has steadily worked to addict me to the texture and flavour of my own cum. Even now as she transfers the viscous semen from her mouth to mine, her talented right hand pleasures kütahya escort me. She makes certain to prolong my orgasm so that supreme ecstasy is associated in my mind with having cum in my mouth. It’s been working better than I would have believed. I can hardly cum now without licking the cloudy pale elixir; in just a few months I have been conditioned to link my orgasms to the taste of cum.

It seemed innocent when first she started me down this path, but I know now she proceeded with clear intent. She began by kissing me with a drop of my pre-cum on her tongue. She did this a few times and when I didn’t balk, she started to collect my pre-seminal fluid on her fingers and making me lick it off. She talked to me about her fantasies, how she wished I would eat her out after coming inside her, how sexy that would be. Soon her fantasy was a regular reality as time and again I lapped her pussy clean of my seed, triggering powerful orgasms in her and a strange new hunger in me. For the past few months I have been eating my sperm mixed with her feminine juices straight out of her pussy.

The cum-sharing kiss is her latest innovation. Like Judas, my wife betrays me with a kiss.

She stimulates me until I blow my load in her mouth. There the cum is adulterated only by saliva, purer and more whole than it is when served out of the malatya escort vessel of a woman. She is adjusting me to larger, ever more potent loads.

I’m not at all surprised. You see, she has begun to drop hints about her latest sexual fantasy. She suggested that we might try swinging or an open marriage. I unequivocally refused to consider it, but she is a determined and cunning woman. She is already conditioning me to eat the seed of her future lovers. It is her intention that I will not just agree to the open marriage, but actually beg her to take lovers to feed my debauched appetite. I will become an eager cuckold.

It’s an insane plan that should never work… so why am I so hungry for cum all the time?

Even when the mind-blowing orgasm has passed and I am left in a haze of afterglow, she doesn’t relent. My wife has been jacking my cock in her right hand since she took her mouth off it. Now, she lets go of my cock and extends the sticky, webbed, cum-mired fingers toward my mouth. Obediently, I suck the cum off of each finger in turn before I lick her hand like a dog. I swish the silky, sudsy blobs of cum around my mouth before I swallow the whole goopy load. I savour the substance like a connoisseur of cum. If my wife has her way, I actually may soon be a jizz junkie.

The creamy load lopes down my throat, warming me, satisfying my hunger. For now.

A kiss is more than just a kiss. For me, it has become a surrender to my wife’s superior will and a future of submission while my wife takes a succession of lovers. Strangely, even that humiliating thought gives me wood…

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A Day in My Life

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Your alarm woke me with a start this morning. “Get up girl,” you growled. 7:00 am seemed to come early today after the late night we spent. I was still a little stiff from the strenuous activity but I somehow persuaded my body to move out of the bed. I wearily started for the bathroom to begin my morning responsibilities. A swift crack on my ass from the flat of your hand inspired a change in my demeanor and I dove into my duties with renewed energy.

I live with you as your lover and slave. Each morning it is my job to draw your shower and bathe you for the day ahead. This morning was no different. I hurried to the bathroom where I adjusted the water for the temperature and pressure that I knew you desired. I got in the tub on my knees and waited for you to join me. Soon after, you appeared. I began to scrub you in the manner you taught me, starting with your hair and working my way down. I couldn’t help pausing as I was about to start washing your cock. This has always been my favorite part of the morning activities. Worshiping your cock comes so naturally to me and cleaning it in the morning is a natural extension of this adoration. It thrills me to know something I enjoy so much also brings you such great pleasure. Every once in a while you allow me the treat of using my mouth to clean you, rewarding my efforts with the day’s first cum. However, today was not one of those days. Before I could finish washing, you brusquely pushed me aside with the words, “that will be enough.”

I scurried out of the shower, put on my bathrobe, and headed for the kitchen. I knew today would be a busy day for you. Not wanting to waste any time, I went directly about making your breakfast so that it would be just as you expected. Finally you joined me and started the coffee. I served your breakfast and awaited your next instructions.

Breakfast is the time when we discuss your plans for me for the day. My schedule always includes household chores, although sometimes you give me additional assignments. These vary from mundane activities to structured opportunities for learning and growth. I always approach these tasks with excitement, especially when you challenge me with opportunities for physical or sexual growth. Today’s assignment was not going to be one of those opportunities, however.

“I have to work late today,” you told me. “In addition to your normal day’s duties you will bring dinner to the office at 6:30. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes, my Sir,” I nodded that I did.

You left for work and I went about my morning, completing the jobs that you left for me. I have always taken great pride in my duties. I know it pleases you to come home to a house that is exactly as you expect it should be. I got a warm feeling many times today as I thought of the smile that crosses your lips when you reward me. More then once I thought about what those rewards can entail – sometimes it’s just a kiss, other times it’s much more. Last night fell under the later category. I was so lucky to be treated to an evening of anal play, though in truth it was really a delight for both of us. I loved opening my ass up to you. I blushed thinking about it: me with my wrists cuffed to my spread legs, face pushed down into the bed, ass raised and exposed to you, and you wailing on my rosebud with your thick shaft, smacking me every so often for good measure. Oh, I was sore this morning from it all, but last night my body screamed out in pleasure.

I tried several times to shake the images of our play from my mind but they kept creeping back into my thoughts as I cleaned. It didn’t help that one of my duties was to straighten the playroom. Generally I am not allowed in that part of the house but since we used it last night it was my responsibility to tidy up today. As I put things back in order I gazed at my favorite toys: a suede flogger, an assortment of dildos and butt plugs, clamps, and various restraints. Each of these brought back more memories for me. I could almost feel you in the room, watching me. My attention turned to the punishment wall. Here you had placed various implements of torture. These included clover clamps, various whips, crops, and canes. I am not a pain slut and so I do my utmost to avoid any kind of discipline. I regard these implements with an odd mixture of fear and curiosity. I can’t imagine the pain they would cause; however, there is a little part of me that hungers for the sting and burn of a crop applied to my ass.

I was contemplating the crop when I realized my thighs were wet with juice escaping from my dripping pussy. Somewhat startled, my eyes darted to the clock. 5:00!! Fortunately I had finished my work, but there was more I needed to do if I was going to get to you by 6:30.

I hurried through the traffic to get to you on time. I had been diligent in my duties during the day but somehow I found myself running late. Your instructions were explicit. I was to meet you at work with dinner at 6:30. My daydreaming about you nearly held me up, niğde escort but I managed to pull myself together. I chose to wear an outfit that you purchased for me. My blouse was of cream-colored lace. It was somewhat loose fitting but extremely low cut to show off my large breasts. It was also very sheer so that you could see my bra underneath. The skirt you bought to go with the blouse was made out of tight fitting black leather. It was short enough that if you looked closely you could see the seem of my black thigh high nylons. Finishing off the outfit were my 4 inch black pumps. This was generally not an outfit I wore in public as it certainly drew a lot of attention my way, but I decided that tonight I would surprise you in the office, knowing that you could likely use a change of pace from the work. Besides, I had also concluded that your building would be empty so you would be the only sex crazed male ogling me (which is just as I like it).

I checked my watch as I pulled into your parking lot. 6:23! I had just enough time to get your dinner up to your floor with room to spare to catch my breath. I made my way to you.

I saw you sitting on the edge of your desk as I got off the elevator. I walked in through the open door and greeted you with a smile.

“Hello, my Sir.” My eyes glanced to the clock on the wall. 6:28. I made it. You looked back at me with that intense stare of yours, cocking an eyebrow.

“What do we have here?” Now I felt your eyes upon me, scanning my body. I felt an uncomfortable heat rising on my skin. Had I done the wrong thing by dressing this way? My desire was to please you but at that moment I felt ashamed, suddenly aware of my inappropriate garb and your stern glare. I stammered as I searched for words to answer you.

“I…I brought you dinner as you asked of me.”

“It would seem you have brought me more then dinner,” you quipped. “Well come on, girl,” you got up and pushed me onto the edge of the desk where you had been sitting, “let me see what you have.”

I nearly dropped your meal as you grabbed my legs with your strong hands and pried them apart. Your right hand tore at my breast, pinching my nipple while the fingers from your left hand plunged into my pussy, checking my wetness.

“Have you been a good girl?” your voice was gruff as you pinched and probed.

“Yes my Sir!” It almost came out as a wail. Your manner had startled me, but my longing for you was evident when you pulled your fingers from under my skirt, glistening with my wetness. You greedily licked your fingers. “You know I shouldn’t eat dessert before dinner,” you grinned.

You released my nipple and reached down to slap the bit of my thigh that was hanging off the desk as you pushed your fingers in my mouth for me to clean. “You are a very naughty girl coming up here like that when you know I have work to do.”

“I apologize Sir.”

“Well, now you will have to take care of me before you go back home.”

You pushed me on the floor in front of you and began to loosen your pants. They fell to your knees and exposing your thick shaft. You sat at the edge of your chair and pulled me by my hair to your cock.

“You know what to do.”

Indeed, I did, and I began licking up and down your length. I swirled my tongue around and around your throbbing tip. I was just about to take your head in my hungry mouth when we heard footsteps and a lady calling your name from down the hall.

“Shit, it’s Judy! Under the desk!” You shoved me under the desk and threw your chair under as well so that you were only visible from the waist up. My head was still between your legs and my mouth was inches away from your cock, my labored breath tickling your skin.

My heart raced as Judy entered the room. I felt as though I knew Judy, though I had never met her. You have frequently told me tales of how she flirts with you and wears provocative clothing to garner your attention. I could smell her perfume sweetening the room when she entered. She began to talk with you over some work related problem, her speech filled with tinkles of laughter. I could imagine her smiling at you, undressing you with her eyes. I had to laugh at myself as she had no clue that your very own sex toy was already under the desk, ready to please you. You must have felt me giggle because you began squeezing me with your legs. I jumped ever so slightly and found myself with my lips mashed against your still hard cock. This was almost too much for me. As Judy continued to discuss and flirt with you I became distracted by the taste of your shaft on the very tips of my mouth. Without thinking I parted my lips and began to nurse on your cock. I didn’t have much space so all I could take in was the head, but I did it voraciously. My craving for you finally got the better of me as I sucked and licked, groaning ever so slightly for want of all of you. You seemed to grow harder in my mouth as I worked. I was oblivious to your shifting in your chair and the ordu escort conversation that was continuing as I took your cock in my mouth. I am not sure when Judy stopped talking or when she left, but at some point I heard the door shut. You shoved your chair back with a roar, yanking my head with it. You clamped your hands down on either side of my head and thrust your hard cock down my throat.

“You wanted it, now take it!” Your hands grasped my head so tightly as you pulled it up and down on your cock. Your grip was so strong, I was powerless to resist as you forced yourself in and out. Finally you unloaded in my mouth, shooting your cum down my throat. When you were finished you lifted me to my feet and spun me around. You lifted my skirt and struck my ass with the metal ruler from your desk.

“What you did to me under the desk was very naughty. Now get yourself together and go home. I will deal with your behavior when I get there.”

I attempted to smooth my hair and clothes, but I was shaking too badly. I took one last look at you before leaving but you were already engrossed in your work again, carelessly eating the sandwich I had left behind.

I was in a fog on the drive home. I am not sure how I made it from point A to point B without incidence, but somehow I did. My mind kept drifting back to you and the office and then shifting ahead to the punishment that would surely come to me when you got home. I glanced nervously at my watch when I arrived. 7:42pm. I had no idea when to expect you, but knew there would be hell to pay if I wasn’t ready on your arrival. I quickly took mental inventory of the house, making sure every last detail was as you expected. Satisfied that there was nothing more for me to do, I went about preparing myself for punishment.

I went into the bedroom and removed my skirt and blouse, taking great care to put them away. I removed my shoes from my tired feet. I unsnapped my bra and watched it fall from my shoulders, revealing my large breasts and crimson areola. My nipples were hard and stubbornly protruding. I winced thinking about the clamps that would soon be fastened. My eyes traveled further down my body to my pussy and legs. I ran my fingers over my swollen lips to make sure they were still smooth and free of hair. I dared not explore further, though I was wet and needed to cum. I wanted you so much when I was licking your cock under your desk. As I felt it getting harder in my mouth I had imagined it plunging deep inside me, filling me, the muscles of my cunt tightening around it. But, you fucked my throat instead, adding to my frustrations. Being used like that always made me horny and you knew it. You probably delighted in sending me home in that condition.

I considered the black thigh highs I was still wearing and pulled them up, straightening them so that the seam was correctly placed in the back. I knew full well by the end of the evening they would likely be torn and have to be thrown away. I reached into the top drawer of my dresser and removed a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I fixed these in place so that I would be ready for whatever punishment you planned on your arrival. I looked in my jewelry box and removed a simple black leather collar and chain leash. I leaned my head to one side, allowing my fiery curls to fall around my face. I took the collar and fastened it around my neck. It was slightly snug, and the chain was cold as it fell delicately against my skin and between my legs. I gathered the lead in my hands and made my way to the foyer.

I looked at the clock again. 8:18pm. I took my place on the hard wood floors, kneeling in front of the door, head bowed, leash in hand. I waited. In the stillness I could hear the normal hums of the house: the air conditioner turning on and off, the refrigerator running, the cars passing outside. Each time I heard a car go by I tensed up ever so slightly, waiting for the one that would stop and deliver you to me. I shifted my weight, my knees aching from the unforgiving floors beneath them. I waited. Somehow, lost in my thoughts, I missed the slamming of the car door announcing your arrival. I jumped as your hand turned the knob. My heart seemed to beat out of control as my hand shot up with the leash, to present it to you when you walked through the door.

I saw your black shoes and felt the slam of the door reverberate in the floor below me. I heard you chuckle and knew you must be looking me over, but then to my surprise you walked right by me.

“I’ll be with you in a moment.”

I heard you make your way in the kitchen and rummage through the fridge. I let my hand fall back down in front of me. I mentally followed your footsteps as you walked to the couch and sat down. You turned on the TV and I heard the unmistakable sound of a drink being opened. I had no idea how long I was going to be there waiting. I kept listening for some clue as to when you would be coming but never made out any. My knees were hurting and my head was getting heavy. rize escort I tried to force my eyelids to stay open but they drooped lower and lower. I was drifting . . .

“Get up!”

Your booming voice echoed in the house and you yanked on the leash. I struggled to keep from falling forward and somehow managed to stand, feet spread, hands grasping at the air to maintain my balance but finally resting at my sides.

“Unbelievable,” you growled, “Here I have been working all day and you find it necessary to sleep.”

Your voice was incredulous. “I apologize, my Sir,” was all I could barely muster.

“Well I hope you are refreshed because you are going to need your energy.”

You looked me over and ran your fingers on your free hand into my swollen slit, pinching my already throbbing clit. I took a sharp breath and held it to keep from moaning. You grinned as you withdrew your hand and licked a glistening finger.

“You’re a slut, but a sweet one,” you said, presenting your hand for me to clean. I licked your fingers hungrily, making sure not to miss a drop of my own wetness. I always liked tasting myself on you and I knew ordinarily it pleased you to see me enjoying it. However on this occasion your demeanor was stern and I wasted no time finishing the task.

Now you spoke matter-of-factly. “It is time for your punishment, my dear.”

You walked ahead of me briskly, leash in hand. I had to take a few quick steps to keep up with your pace, but fell in line, the tug on my neck leading me to the playroom. You opened the door and turned the lights on low. I was not surprised by anything I saw in the room, having just cleaned it in the morning, but the dimmed lights set a sinister glow on the objects before me. You led me to the bondage horse. I felt my anticipation rising but I didn’t resist. The horse was your own design and creation, and I knew in a twisted way that you were looking forward making use of it’s many features.

The horse was much like a pummel, but wider so that I could lay face down on it comfortably. It was cushioned and covered with soft leather, and was padded at one end ostensibly for my head. The legs were on a diagonal, with O-rings fastened at even intervals. You positioned me so that I stood at one end, my legs spread so that they were parallel to the table’s. I felt the cuffs on my ankles being attached to O-rings.

You leaned into my ear. “Bend over.”

I obeyed, bending at the waist until my stomach and face came into contact with the padded surface. The horse was adjusted so that I could lay comfortably this way with my ass and pussy exposed and open to you. The truly ingenious feature of your horse was the cutouts for my breasts. As I lay down you fed my large tits through the holes. You took each arm and again fastened the cuffs on my wrists to O-rings. You left me momentarily in this position, but quickly returned with a pair of nipple clamps on an adjustable chain. You fastened the clamps first to one nipple, then the other. You then tightened the chain so that my breasts still hung naturally but without slack in the chain. The taughtness of the chain served to exert pull on my nipples. The pain pulsing on my breasts made me squirm and my clit again began to throb.

You swiftly brought your hand down hard on my ass.

“I suggest you keep still.” You looked me over for a bit, then offered “besides, I don’t think you are going anywhere for awhile.

“My dear, you were quite the little slut today. I think you deserve a punishment that is befitting a slut.”

You walked over to the section of wall where various gags and bits were displayed on hooks like trophies, and took down a gag shaped like a cock that I didn’t remember seeing before. I looked at you in shock, but you just laughed at me.

“Always expect the unexpected, my dear.” You placed the tip of the cock on my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth to accept the gag. “Yes,” you sneered, “I figured you would know what to do with that.”

I worked on relaxing my mouth as you fastened the gag in place behind my head. Then you walked behind me. I heard you rummage through a drawer briefly until you extracted the items you desired. I felt the cold wetness of lube being applied to my asshole, your fingers probing and stretching me. First I felt one of your fingers slip in, then another, working my ass, followed by a third. I lay there, nipples throbbing, pussy dripping, with your fingers in my ass. I moaned and felt the back of my throat tickled by the gag. Suddenly you withdrew your fingers, but I could hear the slippery sounds of more lube being applied. I thought briefly you were going to fuck my ass, but dismissed that thought since anal sex would not be a punishment for me. You then walked around to my face and presented to me a butt plug. It was large, lager then anything I had ever used before, and bulging at the base.

“After your glowing performance last night I decided you were ready for a new toy.” You were grinning as you showed off your newest torture device.

I forgot about the anal sex last night and the soreness in my ass this morning. I gulped hard and choked on the gag. You strode behind me again and placed the tip of the plug at my rosebud.

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Samantha stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room. Pulling her long blonde hair back into a tight ponytail. Many people compared her to Betty from the Archie comics. Sweet, wholesome, and with a killer body. Only Sam didn’t have an Archie. Her 18th birthday was last week and has been without a boyfriend for over a year. Normally it didn’t bother her to be alone, but today was the day of her family reunion. And usually Samantha had a stud on her arm. Everyone always knew what kind of guys Sam brought, tall well-built (well hung but they didn’t know that) boys with brown hair and blue eyes. Although Sam never had problems finding guys under that description she always found it difficult to find one with the brains to go with the brawn. Growing up she always watched wrestling with her brother, not for the action but for the cut pectorals, impressive pipes, and ripped abs. But now at 16 Sam found watching such guys didn’t do it for her anymore and was tired of her hands being the only one visiting her sex. At 16 Sam snagged her first boyfriend of whose incredible linebacker build kept her wet all through their time together. But he was dumb as a rock. Next came the twins at the gym whom she dated separately and also secretly from the other. Which was fun again, but…eventually it had to end when one found out about the other.

“Sam, come on! Grandpa has the boat waiting.” Sam’s mother called up to the opening where Sam’s attic bedroom laid.

“I’ll be right down!” Sam called back down. Taking one last look at her cropped tank top and cut-offs she decided this was good enough. They were taking the boat over from their cottage to Sam’s great uncle’s cottage down the lake. After climbing down and jogging down the 15 steps to the dock, Sam joined her family and took her seat beside her father in the front of the pontoon boat. It was the Cadillac of water transportation. Approaching her great uncle’s Sam noticed about 60 people milling about on the long green lawn. Which mean a lot more of the extended family showed then was expected. Sam’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe Benny was there. She thought to herself. They were 3rd cousins and were inseparable as children. Until his father got a job offer out of town. Both Sam and Benny were heartbroken. Under Sam’s bed she had a photo album of pictures from when her and Benny were little. Numerous pictures of the two of them hugging, kissing and dancing. At four years old it was all very innocent. And on Benny’s rare visits to home they always visited as long as they possibly could. Benny’s dad (Sam’s great uncle) always joked on how Benny was the love of her life after meeting the male bimbos she kept bringing to the reunions. It was 3 years since Sam last saw Benny, his tall frame, his crystal blue eyes, his dimples, and his messy brown hair that was always in his eyes. He was a heartbreaker.

“Sam? SAM!” Her mother called, waving her hand in front of her daughter’s face.

“What?” Sam looked around. Everyone was off the boat, hugging and greeting relatives that were on the dock helping them tie up the boat. “Oh!” Sam climbed off and absently hugged and greeting with a few cousins, all the while scanning the crowd.

Holy Shit! Ben thought to himself. Looking over at the dock Ben almost dropped his beer. A crime in Canadian culture. Ben had watched as the smooth riding boat pulled up, knowing his favourite cousin would be on that boat. Ben sat back down in his chair and watch Sammy hug his grandfather. She had to be about 5’6″ and filled out the way guys’ only dream about. With a “C” chest, athletic body and long blonde hair. Which he noticed was pulled back just how he remembered. Which he didn’t mind, it meant he could see her beautiful face better. Her full pouty red lips, her sky blue eyes her cheeks that were always pink, giving her a look of innocence at all times. As Ben looked down her long legs he felt his dick get hard and did the only thing he could think of. Place his cold beer on his shorts hoping to reduce the swelling. He couldn’t believe he was growing hard over his cousin. In the back of his mind he wasn’t surprised, if they weren’t blood he would haul her to the woodshed and make her scream with pleasure. Snapping out of his daydream he saw that she was looking around. For me? He thought. Then their eyes locked. Blood rushed back to his cock, making him more then uncomfortable. There was so much electricity between their meeting of the eyes that Ben was surprised everyone couldn’t feel it. Then he realized their cousin Mark was talking to him. Looking at Mark broke the connection. Immediately he looked back, only to find her bent over a cooler fishing out a vodka cooler. (Their family wasn’t picky about underage drinking) Watching her bend over and her tight ass peek out a bit under her shorts almost made him shoot right there. His cock was trying to give any freestanding tower a run for its money. Ben began to panic. There were about 60 people here and Ben didn’t want to draw attention to one of nature’s pain in the asses.

“It’s been a while since you have been back, eh?” Mark asked.

“Uh yeah.” Ben replied to the best of his abilities considering his lack of blood.

“Listen, go jump in the water.” Mark said pointedly.

“What?” Ben looked up at the guy. Completely confused. “The water is freezing!”

Mark looked at Ben. “Exactly. You know how many cold swims I had to take mardin escort around Sam? I am used to her now, I can handle it better. But do you really want to be pulled aside by your grandmother about lusting after relatives?” Mark asked, looking in the direction of his and Ben’s grandmother, making their way over.

“Good point.” Ben ran the short distance to the lake and jumped off the short dock, praying the water will do its job.

Sam watched as her gorgeous cousin dived into the water with grace. When she finally saw him she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Her mouth started to water and her nipples started to become rock hard without being touched. He filled out beautifully. He was a fantasy come to life. At 6’2″ with beautiful sculpted muscles and deep tan that enhanced how toned he was and was a stark contrast to his bright blue eyes. While half listening to her grandfather and Uncle’s conversation about people who used to work at the Mill, Sam took in the whole sight of him. His chiselled bare chest, his full lower lip that was perfect for kissing, his shorter cropped hair that looked downy soft to his nice calves that had a sprinkle of dark hair. He was better looking then all of her ex’s, the best quality of each of them. Then it hit Sam. She based her ex’s on Benny. Only none of them had his brains. And considering he got into college on an academic scholarship she assumed he was no dimwit. When Benny began to climb back out of the water, Sam felt her mouth go dry, watching all the water roll of his body, wanting to lick up every last droplet. Her fingers itched to run down the planes of his body, to kiss his square jaw, to run her tongue across the groves of his eight-pack. Sam shook her head. What am I doing? He is my cousin! I have to stop thinking of him this way! Sam thought to herself.

“Hey Sam have you said hi to Ben yet?” Her aunt asked, holding a cooler of her own.

“Uh no, not yet, he was…swimming.” Sam explained, trying to form a cohesive response.

“Well…” Her aunt nudged Sam forward towards the dock. “Go say hi!”

Sam walked towards him with lead feet. Her stomach was in knots. Under her breath she was muttering greetings, trying to see which one sounded best. Although her mind was coming up with much more dirty greetings. Every step that Sam took towards Benny became electrically charged. As if a magnet was pulling her towards him. When he saw her coming, Sam noticed him stiffen, as if about to go into battle.

“Hi.” They said at the same time. Standing a safe foot apart from each other while Ben towelled off.

“How are you?” Sam asked, proud that her voice didn’t sound shaken.

“Good good. How have you been?” Ben asked, trying to sound casual, while his body was literally shaking.

“Excellent. Wow that water must be cold.”

“What do you mean?” Ben looked down checked to see if anything was exposed and looking smaller then normal.

“Your shivering. Here I’ll give you a hug, warm you up.” Sam smiled trying play it cool. Sam stepped towards Ben, who dropped his towel. When in his embrace she felt his skin was cool from the water. But at the same time was burning her up.

Ben gave her a loving hug, feeling brave after buying him some time with his quickie swim. Although he started to feel the effects wear off a bit sooner then he would have liked. What Ben would have liked is to keep Sam in his arms for a long time. Somehow she just felt right. But her curves were also turning him on, and he felt his blood begin to rush to his groin. Ben jumped out of her arms. He saw her confusion and blushed. Luckily she didn’t feel it. “Your awfully warm.” Ben stumbled at his lame excuse.

“Yeah I was tanning before we came. I was thinking of having a swim. Want to join me?” Sam asked, something in the back of her mind was telling her there was another reason for his sudden departure.

“Uh sure.” Ben turned and dived into the water welcoming the cool wake up call. After surfacing Ben turned to see Sam slowly pulling her top off. Her eyes focused on him. To anyone watching it was just a girl getting ready for a dip, but for them, it was a sexually charged show, meant for their eyes. Ben watched as she slowly pulled the zipper down on her shorts, the sound of the metal teeth deafening. As Sam bent over to pull her shorts down Ben got a great view of Sam’s full cleavage, her areolas edge showing just slightly from the edge of her small bikini. With a wicked grin Sam dived in, cutting the water like a knife. Ben looked in the direction of where she would surface, remembering her outstanding swimming ability he knew she could end up a lot further out then most people. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands at his ankles, sliding gently up his legs. Soon Ben felt her breasts brush against his legs as she shimmied up his body with a swimmer’s grace. He almost stopped breathing when he felt her hand inches from his dick on her intimate trek to the surface. Ben could feel his blood rushing back south, despite the cold water. FUCK he thought to himself. But considering the way she was looking at him earlier, Ben had a feeling maybe she wouldn’t care that much that she was turning him on. Soon as Sam got to the surface Ben felt her hands on his head and before he knew it he was dunked. Which meant one thing…WAR. Ben and Sam spent a while wrestling and tossing each other into the water, relishing in the opportunity to touch each other without raising question. Ben nevşehir escort wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist, preparing to toss her over his head when his dick pushed up against her ass. Despite the clothing it fit well into the little groove of her cheeks. All action stopped. Sam slowly rubbed her ass against Ben’s cock, making it swell even more.

“Sam honey are you okay?” Ben’s mother called, a look of concern on her face.

“I-I’m okay cousin Judy.” Sam stumbled. Trying to wipe the look of shock off her face. Never in a million years did she think Ben had such a thick dick. It felt as if she was sitting on a log, a warm throbbing log. Sam was very wet and it wasn’t from the water. “Ben I am going to go dry off.” Sam broke from their embrace and swam back to shore, confused and troubled by the intimate feelings she was developing so quickly for her cousin. Looking back she saw Ben was still in the water. He was doing laps between the dock and the raft, obviously trying to cool down. Sam decided to grab another vodka cooler and visit with her family. That after all was her reason for coming.

Ben watched Sam from the other end of the picnic table. She was involved in a conversation with her uncle about his cottage. Apparently he just bought one a few doors down from her family cottage. Which made the count up to 12 different Blackstone’s on the lake. Yay for them. Ben thought to himself. He was still thinking about his encounter with Sam in the water. Dinner was over, most of the family had a considerable amount of alcohol in their system, including himself. He found out some interesting things about Sam since he has been gone. Like that she will be attending a college down south near his own University, also no one called her Sammy anymore. Just as no one called him Benny. Suddenly Sam’s uncle jumped up. Checking the little black box attached to his hip. He was one few sober here, and he was sober for that reason.

“Well everyone it’s been great, but duty calls.” He smiled.

“Aww bummer! Well it was great visiting with you Uncle Roger.” Sam smiled. “Maybe next time you can show me the new cottage.”

“Better yet, why don’t you stay there with Steve tonight. So I don’t have to take him with me.” Roger tossed her the keys to his cottage. Referring to his 10 year old son who was busy playing in the water with many of the kids.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” Sam smiled. Steve would probably go to sleep at a decent time, leaving the big screen and a fridge of alcohol at her disposal. With that Roger waved goodbye to his son and took off for town to save lives. After another hour most of the family left except for a few that were planning to go to Sam’s cottage to continue a bit more partying without disturbing the older set. Sam snuck a look over at Ben who is engrossed in a conversation with his mother and Sam’s mom. Apparently they didn’t feel he was sober enough to drive back to town. Frustrated Ben’s mother turned to Sam.

“Samantha honey, do you mind if Ben sleeps over at Roger’s camp with you? I don’t think he is fit to drive home.” She asked.

“Mom I’m fine.” Ben argued quietly. This was a battle he wanted to lose. To agree right away after disputing the fact for 15 minutes would cause suspicion.

Sam’s heart skipped a beat and could feel her pussy grow wet again at the idea of Ben and her sleeping under the same roof. “Sure.” Sam shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about the idea. Over to her side she heard a few of her younger cousins and Steve beg to not be separated yet. Apparently Bev’s twins and Steve weren’t quite ready to end the party.

‘Hey Sam, is it cool if Steve comes with us? I can drop him off in the morning.” Bev hollered over the pleading children.

Sam’s heart stopped altogether. Her and Ben ALONE! At the cottage alone, no kids, no family, no eyes. “Sure.” Sam choked out. At the same time she heard Ben give in to his mother. He’d be coming home with her tonight. The two of them…all alone.

Ben took in the sights of the massive cottage. Outside was a hot tub and the inside had every luxury from a massive television and stereo to two refrigerators and a pool table. It was paradise and it was his and Sam’s for the night. Every since his mother made that offer Ben has been completely hard thinking about the possibilities. He knew nothing could or should happen, but in his dick was telling him he could not pass up this chance. Ben sobered up during the last few hours over at Sam’s family cottage. But he pretended to be drunk, just in case anyone had the idea he could drive home now. Sam was looking sober as well. Sam drew her fingers slowly over the velvety soft material of her uncle’s overstuffed couch.

“Okay I will see you two tomorrow.” Sam’s grandfather announced as he walked out the door heading back to his own cottage where the party was still going on.

Sam stiffened. She was anxious, nervous, and excited in every sense. She had no idea what Ben was planning. Would he just stay up and watch television? Go to sleep? Sam wanted to know, but didn’t want to ask. Her mind said she shouldn’t care, but her body was screaming for Ben’s rough hands to caress her skin again.

Ben watched as glimpse of apprehension flashed across Sam’s face. Was she worried he’d make a move on her? Or was she worried he wouldn’t? How do you approach this? He thought to himself. He’d be a lot more confident if it wasn’t for the fact they were bonded niğde escort by blood. But between their swim and the stories he heard from various family members, Ben realized he loved her. His ex’s didn’t mean a thing compared to this girl- no! Woman. There wasn’t one thing on her body that said girly, not from her firm ass to her slim waist to her more mature face and well rounded breasts. Man he wanted her now. “So you wanna play a game of pool?”

Sam’s eyes lit up at the idea. It was a good icebreaker that required no contact or specific skill. “Sure. You break.”

Ben watched as Sam put the balls in the little triangle, but unfortunately it was the rack that was on his mind. Normally he was an ace pool player, but Ben had a feeling he may be a bit distracted tonight. Ben lined up the white ball and hit it towards the crowd. The crack was almost enough to make them jump. They were too aware of each other to be doing anything other then what people normally when who are attracted. A few solids slid into the corner pockets signifying the balls he was now going for. After a few shots it was Sam’s turn. Ben walked over to where his beer was sitting and was treated to a full view of Sam’s cleavage as she lined up her shot. After sinking one Ben noticed Sam seemed to be in a bit of distress.

Sam was having a bitch of a time trying to line up her balls when all she could think about were Ben’s balls. He was sitting comfortably in front of her, his ankle resting on his knee, giving her a view up his shorts. Although nothing could really be seen, the darken trail of his leg hair held promise, all he had to do was shift a bit to the left… Sam’s shot went wild and she ended up scratching felt rather then hitting the ball.

Ben laughed at the strain of curses coming out of Sam mouth. Apparently she didn’t mean to test the strength of the green felt. “Easy, easy, you can re-shoot.” Her knew this was his opportunity. A chance for him to get close to Sam. The only question was, should he? Should he break the barriers of family and make a move on who could very well be the love of his life? “You were lining up the wrong ball anyway. You should be going for that ball. Its actually the easiest shot. Want me to show you how?” Ben asked, putting his hand just above hers on the pole. He gently brushed her hand with his. He saw Sam’s desire flash through her eyes. They were definitely on the same page.

“Sure” Sam whispered and turned to the table.

Ben brought his hand to her waist to guide her to the best location for the shot. His had was tingling from the contact. Then she did what he only dreamed of doing again since the swim. She bent over. Ben felt himself lean into her ass and his cock started to grow hard again. Sam gasped dropped the pool cue on the table. Obviously she knew what she was feeling.

Sam spun around. She couldn’t handle it anymore. Sam looked into Ben’s blue eyes and knew their relationship was forever changed. She had to be with him. She had never felt such a pull to any man ever. Not like Ben. And Sam was going to have Ben tonight…right now. Sam’s lips collided with Ben’s. His soft lips did not seem as surprised as she was expecting. Sam laced her hands through the hair at the nape of his neck. Sam felt Ben’s hands slide down her back to her ass, where he cupped her firm cheeks. Sliding his fingers under her shorts to touch the heated skin Sam knew this was not going to stop here.

Ben moaned into her mouth. She was so hot. Her lips were soft and eager. Ben got a tasty grip on Sam’s ass and lifted her onto the pool table. In which she immediately butted her body against and wrapped her legs around his waist. Grinding herself against Ben’s hard cock. Ben almost winced with pain. He wanted her now. Ben pushed his tongue into Sam’s mouth, deepening the kiss. He could feel her nails digging into his back. Slipping his hand between them he could feel how wet she was though her shorts. Sam whimpered and pushed her breasts against his chest, wanting more contact then their clothing was allowing. Ben couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled her top over her head, only breaking the kiss for a second, revelling in her sweet taste. He felt her reach back as she undid her bra. Ben broke the kiss to look down. Her breasts were perfect. Perky with contrasting areolas and nipples that were just a little wider then a pencil tip eraser. Ben bent down and took one into his mouth. Giving it a long suck, swirling his tongue around the nipple and giving it a nip every once and a while, loving the way she yelped then asked him to do it again. Sam’s hands were now trying to free him from his shirt. Ben quickly shrugged off the t-shirt. But before he could return to pleasuring her he felt her lips on his chest. Looking down he saw her eyes on his, while she swirled her tongue around his own nipple. And then he felt her tongue travel more south. It trailed slowly across his abs, dipping at his belly button. Ben knew she was planning to go more south. But if she did he would lose all control and he didn’t want to spend anymore time without her silken walls surrounding him. “Now. Sam I need you now!” Sam’s shaky fingers unsnapped his shorts and about made Ben cum right there. While Ben was discarding his shorts and tossing Sam’s shorts aside he heard the sound of pool balls clacking followed by a soft thud. He chuckled when he realized what she was doing. In their moment of intense passion she was clearing the pool table for them. “Aww your sweet Hun-” Ben stopped short when he saw Sam on all fours on the pool table, swatting the balls in with her hand like a cat. Her pussy was exposed and shiny due to how wet she was. Her drooling cunt was just inches from his face. He had to take a taste.

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Jerry was all alone that afternoon and he was furious that his girl Amy had ditched him once again. This has been happening quite frequently in past few weeks. He suspected that she has been fooling around with someone else since these few weeks. Last time when she said she was out of town, he had seen Drake’s car parked outside her home while her bedroom’s light was on. She sure was getting fucked by Drake that night, who was captain of the baseball team of the nearby college.

“Bitch!” shouted Jerry out loud banging his hand on the nearby wall.

It was a hot afternoon of April and he was all alone at home since his parents were out to visit an ailing aunt and would return next day. He was lazily lying on his bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His blood was gushing in veins and the heat outside was catching up with the heat inside his body. He wanted to bring Amy home today so he could drill her.

They used to look out for various opportunities always so they could have sex till the last breath that they could catch up with. Their relationship was more or less nowadays based on just sex rather than the love which had founded this relationship. But Jerry wondered now was it ever love that brought them together or was it pure bodily lust and yearning.

Earlier days the sex in between them was romantic and delicate. The tender touch with which Jerry fondled her would spark up a fire in her. Likewise, her soft lips would make his manhood take a leap and spring to life with joy and rogue-like spirit.

In initial days, Jerry found it hard to control himself while he was around Amy or even thought of her. He also found it difficult to keep a tab on his beastly manliness. On one such day, Amy was lying on the bed in her delicates and Jerry had only his vitals covered. They had fooled around many a times but had never had real intercourse up till now. They thought they could hold it longer and wanted to fuck in a way that would really make the moment memorable for both of them.

That day, her toned glistening legs rattled inside the bed sheets and when his warm body touched that of hers, shivers went through their spines. Her plum soft breast, covered with a silky purple bra, would raise up above the bed and touch his gym toned firm chest that held pointy nipples. While he held up his all weight on his hands, she furrowed her nails on his back and pulled him down clenching him and igniting the passion further in both and giving mardin escort the final green signal that they both were waiting for since long. Their slow body movements turned rapid and Jerry’s dick raised inside his undies. He rubbed it vehemently on Amy’s pussy which was covered by her lacy thong. She started panting and Jerry started rubbing vigorously.

All the foreplay they had had for more than an hour so far had made them impatient. He could feel how her vaginal lips were parting and making way for the armored solider of Jerry to barge in. But alas! Jerry could not control much and he shot out a warm stream of cum that his undies blocked. Amy felt the wetness and giggled. They both took it in a sporty way and laughed it loud.

But Jerry did not like it much and was disappointed as well as was angry on the way Amy had laughed at his poor despicable performance. Nevertheless, Jerry did make it good for her by deploying his tongue and lips at the service of Amy. That day, she came instantly too when his tongue encroached inside the walls of her pussy. Jerry licked her pussy dry once and decided to not stop at all. Amy kept moaning when he had stopped his tongue but instead was using his fingers now. He reached deeper this way and whirled his fingers opening her more. Her fingers were gripping the bed tightly and her chest was heaving while his fingers kept digging in more. With her closed eyes and sweaty body, she was suddenly surprised when her pussy was suddenly filled up with the thick amorous tool of Jerry. He stroked rapidly giving big pushes and Amy started crying out loud “Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!” and opened her eyes to looks at Jerry. They both had a smile on their face and she begged him to not stop anytime soon.

After multiple humps and about 15 minutes later, Jerry shot in another warm thick juice straight into her cavities and she lay on bed restless with this climax. She didn’t dare laugh now and Jerry had a smirk on his face now finally after having shown her his potency.

Jerry and Amy went to same high schools but had different subjects. But when their hormones desired, they bunked their classes and humped in remote secluded areas within their school or outside. Jerry loved getting his thick cock sucked inside his car and they never lost any chances to get such quickies done. He would many a times drive in the slow lane so his right hand would finger and poke Amy easily and keep pleasing her. She would marmaris escort grasp his thigh tightly and he knew from the grip that he was hitting the right spots. She would ooze out warm juices that would wet her panties. Many a times, she would keep extra panties in her bag for her to change over. They nearly were going to face a problem when once cops pulled them over. Luckily they got their game straight at the right time and made normal faces till the cops reached their window.

That day they drove outside the town, on the deserted road that was headed towards a small hamlet. In the twilights and since no cars passed by on that road, Jerry took the car off the road into the ground. They started kissing each other in the backdrop of the romantic music being played on the radio. While their lips encroached their mouths, he unbuttoned her shirt and let her breasts feel the cool evening breeze. The tender white bosoms glistened in the dim moonlight while he grabbed them firmly from down and kept bouncing them matching the beat of the music. Her hands were busy fondling his muscular biceps and played with strands of his hair that fell on his back neck. They went butt naked and took their leisurely time with slowly fondling and caressing each other’s genitals.

When it turned dark, they decided to get to the back seat but fiddled to cross from inside. They both stepped outside naked and the cold wind gripped them. Jerry pushed Amy against the car and as the cold metal touched her torso from front, her nipples peaked up. He slid behind her and provided warmth to her body. His hands cupped her breasts and rubbed them gently. His semi erect penis was dipping itself in her soft ass.

His tongue started circling her neck and finally reached her ears. He gently pulled her earlobes with his teeth and Amy pushed her ass more closer to Jerry feeling the titillations all over her body. He moved his right hand over her torso crossing the navel, where she would wear a clip-on navel ring. His hand went further down to the warm folds and his longest finger found its way into the honey-hole at the same time when his tongue started poaching her ears. Amy’s grip on the car tightened and her neck tried to move her ear away from the invading long tongue of Jerry. She left the car and lifting her hands up tried grabbing Jerry’s head and grasping and pulling his silky hair. She tried pulling him apart but only making him more aggressive in nevşehir escort his ways. He held her both boobs firmly with his left hand and his right hand started whirling her hole. His tongue went in more deep in her right ear and his left hand pinched her erect nipples.

It made him happy to please his girl in such a manner. While his tongue tip went further in, his ring finger also started assisting in fucking her pussy. She let go of his hair and banged her hands on the car’s rooftop. Jerry’s hand became fully wet from the juices that started flooding out and she breathed deeply for she had never cummed so quickly before. Jerry’s fingers inside her tight pussy and that snake like long tongue inside and around her ears had made her day. Never had she thought of this before and had noticed it only now that Jerry had a remarkably long tongue that would make a narrow point and go inside her ear easily. She hoped he used that anatomical marvel to slurp her thingy.

Opening the door to the back seat, she went in half way and provided a good view of her fanny to Jerry. Jerry stooped down and spread her thingy with both his hands and massaged it well before starting to lick it. Amy was biting her lips and patiently waiting for Jerry to keep the magic going on. After some time, shivers went down her spine while Jerry’s pointy tongue went deep to the places that it had never been before. But Jerry could not hold any longer with all the foreplay. His cock was arching and pulsating. Additionally, he was feeling cold as his back was exposed since long now and he wanted more action. He got up and with a single thrust his dick went inside Amy’s vagina and she let go of a gasp. For a moment Jerry stayed and then started ramming into her, to and fro. He held Amy’s waist with both his hands and as his pace increased, his body started getting warm again. He felt the grip around his shaft loosing when Amy’s meat-massager started ejecting juices. He pulled himself out and gave a push to her ass indicating to move inside.

The public show that had been under the sky had moved under the car roof now. The leather covers of the seat started squeaking and sticking to their naked bodies while they ruffled in the compact space trying to discover the best position. At last they found that the vanilla sex position of missionaries was the easiest and also the best for the tired bodies of theirs. Taking it slow from thus forward, he made sweet love to Amy on the back seat giving ample time for cozy cuddling and spooning. She slurped his dick at the end and swallowed it all, for the first time today. They returned home late night and had a hearty laugh while they crossed the spot where they were pulled over by the cops in the evening.

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I was on a business trip to New York City. After a long day at work with a high-paying client, I went back to my hotel, had a few before dinner drinks in the bar, and dinner with wine and some after dinner aperitifs. I was a bit tipsy and real horny, so I headed for Times Square. I hit a few book/videostores but got no action going. I decided to walk back to my hotel. On the way I came to a theater advertising porno movies. I bought a ticket, walked through the lobby and into the dark theater, the only light from the flickering images on the screen. Pausing for a moment to let my night vision adjust I saw there were only men in the theater, scattered among the rows of seats. The images on the screen were of a busty woman sucking a cock, taking another one up her cunt, and yet another one in her ass.

I sat on the back row on the right of the theater. Soon the first movie stopped and a new one started. The new movie was all men, not necessarily hunky studs but regular men, sucking cock, licking balls, rimming and being fucked in the ass. As this movie played I noticed in front of me men pairing off or gathering in groups of three. The men were close to each other. From time to time a head would disappear below the level of the seat backs. The head stayed down for some minutes then reappeared. Some times the head of the man or men sitting next to another man would then go below the level of the seat backs. Those guys must be sucking cock I thought. Some men also got up and left their seats, walked up the aisle clutching or rubbing their crotches. Often the men who left had been the ones whose heads had gone down.

Soon I heard the noises of sex in the space behind the last row of seats where I was sitting – slurping, squishing, moaning, mumbled, short phrases, “Yeah,” Umnh,” “Oh yes,” “Suck it,” “Take it deeper,” Yeah, lick them,” “Rim me, baby.”

My cock was hard as an iron bar and oozing pre-cum. I looked around behind me, and sure enough, there were several men behind me. Some were leaning with their backs against the wall, their pants and underwear down, white flesh exposed, hairy bellies, thick thighs. Others were kneeling in front of them, their heads moving back and forth. A pair of guys was facing the back wall; one hands up against the wall, the other behind him thrusting his hips rhythmically. Those guys are sucking, and that pair is fucking, I realized.

I could not resist the urge. I got out of my seat and went behind the back row to join this group of men. As I walked slowly down the row of men, I came to one with his cock jutting out of his pants. He was sliding his fist up and down it slowly, squishing his pre-cum over his hard cock, jacking it steadily. I stopped, turned toward him, leaned my chest against his and reached for his cock. He moved his hand for my hand to replace his. His cock was a good gaziantep escort size, long, thick, hot, and wet with his juices. I stroked and squeezed it, felt more pre-cum ooze out of the flared head. I brought my hand to my mouth and wet it, tasting his slick, clear juice. I stroked his cock with my saliva and pre-cum coated hand. He leaned toward my ear, kissed, licked it and said, “Yeah, good, please man suck me.” I dropped to my knees, face close to his crotch, smelled his musky cock, looked it over real good. The knob was rounding, prominent, well defined from his long, thick shaft. A mat of dark curly hairs over his root, big balls hanging in a curly-haired covered sack.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and leaned forward. I kissed the tip, his slit, the source of his clear, slick juice. I took my tongue off his slit and milked his cock with my hand. I watched a bubble of his pre-cum emerge from the opening in the head of his penis and turn into a string running over the base of my thumb. I licked up the slimy juice getting another good taste of him. I closed my lips over his mushroom crown and sucked drawing more of his natural lubricant into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and slid his shaft over my tongue.

“Oooooh,” he moaned, “yeah, suck it man, suck my cock.”

I sucked. I moved my head back and forth sliding his cock between my ovaled lips, over my tongue, the insides of my flexing face cheeks, the spongy hard knob rubbing on the roof of my mouth. I held tight pressure on his cock, feeling the veins on the top, side and bottom of his shaft, the big vein along the underside most prominent moving in my mouth, the head going to the back of my throat, his juice flowing, mixing with the saliva dripping down my chin, rolling down my neck, wetting the front of my shirt.

He started flexing his hips, moving his cock in my mouth. His curly hairs tickled my nose. His sack of big nuts bouncing on my chin. I took his balls in one hand and massaged them gently. I let go of his cock with my other hand and reached around to grasp a cheek of his muscular butt. With the hand on his balls I let a finger slide into the cleft of his ass, touch his puckered anus, the tip ease into his hole.

“Oooooh, ungh, ooooh, yeah, gonna cum,” he moaned again.

“Muuumh,” I mouthed my mouth full of his moving cock.

“You gonna swallow it?” he asked.

“Muuumph, unh,” I answered nodding my head up and down in assent.

I felt his cock flex, the head flare bigger, his shaft stiffen, the vein on the bottom pulse. A blast of cum shot against the back of my throat. I gulped it down. Another wad squirted into my mouth. I backed off just a bit to feel his salty, creamy cum roiling onto my tongue.

He was humping and grunting as I took all his jism hatay escort and swallowed it, as fast as I could.

“Unnnnh,” he grunted.

I sucked, backing off his cock, draining the last string of his manjuice into my mouth. I let go of his butt and balls. My finger plopped out of his rectum with a slight sound. I stood in front of him.

“Thanks man, that was good,” he said.

I felt hands on my shoulders, turning me around my back to the wall. The man I had just sucked off stepped aside and left. The new man turning me and pushing me down offered his cock to my mouth. I took it. Right shoulder against the side wall, back against the back wall, I repeated my performance on the fresh cock. Then another, another, another. Load after load of hot cum filled my mouth.

After sucking five cocks my lips were numb, upper lip, nose and chin scruffed by wiry pubic hairs. My jaw ached. I stood up as a new guy approached me his hard cock jutting out of his unzipped trousers. I waved my hand at him weakly. “Sorry man,” I said. “I need a break.” I saw his teeth as he grinned at me.

“Come with me to the men’s room,” he said. “I want to fuck your ass.?

“Okay,” I mumbled.

I followed him out of the theater, through the lobby and into the men’s room. He led me into a stall. As he stroked his cock and slicked it with some lube, I turned my back to him, dropped my trousers and shorts, and bent over resting my hands on the toilet tank. I noticed my cockhead was slimed with my pre-cum, my ball sack was slick with my own juices. My cock was half hard. He swiped some of the lube in the cleft of my ass, found my puckered hole and fingered some of the lube up into me. He held one of my cheeks aside with one hand, guided his cock to my asshole and put the head against me. He let my cheeks close holding his knob right where it was.

“Here,” he said, “take a hit on these poppers.”

He handed me the brown bottle, cap off, his thumb over the open top. I took the bottle, closed one side of my nostrils with a finger and sniffed deep, drawing the sharp vapors into one side of my nose. I repeated the process on the other side and handed the bottle back to him. I heard him sniffing the poppers also, felt his cock flex inside my cheeks, the knob flare and push firmer against my tight, slick hole.

“Ungh, ah, oh,” I grunted as the thick head of his cock forced into my lenslike opening, ovaling it to fit around his mushroom crown.

“Ah, oh, easy,” I pleaded, “you are thick, big.”

He put the brown bottle of poppers under one side of my nose. I sniffed. He moved it to the other side, and I sniffed again. He sat the bottle on top of the toilet tank, the lid on loosely. As a warm and tingly feeling flushed my face, coursed through my abdomen, balls, then relaxed my hole, his cock slip hatay escort right up into me.

“Ah, oh, yeah, ungh,” I grunted. “What a fat, long cock.”

“It’s all the way in man, you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, oh yes, please fuck my ass with your big cock,” I answered.

He pulled back leaving just the fat knob trapped inside my sphincter, then reversed direction and pushed into me again.

“Oh yeah, fuck me,” I urged him.

I felt both his hands on my hips as his cock rode back and forth in me. He moved slowly, gently at first, then picked up the pace. As he fucked me my cock drooped at first. Then as he started rubbing the special place inside me my cock started flowing pre-cum in a steady stream and got half hard again, tingling.

He let go of one cheek and reached around to stroke my slimy cock. I erected immediately, and in no time was cumming into the bowl and all over the top of the toilet seat. As my asshole flexed with my cumming, I felt him stiffen, grow thicker harder inside me and his cum coating the insides of my hot, squishy channel. He blasted five shots of cum up my asshole then pulled out slowly. Cum ran down the insides of my legs. As he stepped back, I started to straighten up and pull up my underwear and trousers.

“No man,” he said. “There is another guy here, a friend of mine who wants to fuck you pussy too.”

I looked around and sure enough there was another man in the stall with us. He was grinning at me and stroking a cock, almost a mate to his buddies. It wasn’t quite as thick but looked several inches longer.

“Okay,” I said, “let me have it.”

I bent over again, took another couple of hits on the poppers and put my hands on the tank again. I felt the longer, thinner cock slide right up into my squishy, cum-filled rectum. He went deeper than his partner and fucked me immediately faster, pounding into me, making me feel so good, stringing more pre-cum then cumming again just before he added his load of hot cum to my asshole.

They were through with me then. Thanked me and left. I sat on the toilet to let some of their cum, the slick lube, and some of my own rectal juices spill into the bowl. I wiped my ass and cleaned my cock with toilet paper, stood up and pulled my underwear and trousers up fastening my pants and adjusting my cock down the leg of my trousers before leaving the stall. I figured I was through for the night, but as I walked out a big, black man met me in the bathroom. He was accompanied by a friend of his, also big and black. The first of them said, “Hey man, you sucked my cock in the back of the theater. We been standing out here listening to you get fucked, and we want you to come to our apartment.”

Resigned to further sucking and being fucked through the rest of the night I agreed to go with them. The next day about mid-morning I went back to my hotel for some much-needed sleep and rest for my well used mouth and ass. What had started as a lost night with no sex ended in a fuckfest for me, and I went back to that theater for more fun any time I was in New York City after that.

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‘The Everleigh Twins ATF Ch. 04

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Jack could feel the tightness of the ball-gag his arms behind his back held in place with his wrists cuffed he looked on as he sat on the bench seat in the bathroom while Marilyn slowly ran the shaver along his leg. It was the last of the hair to be removed on a body that was becoming thinner and less manly looking.

“Sweetie there you are….all smooth and hairless…I like the little triangle patch on your mound…it looks so cute I wonder how a floral tattoo would look right at the bikini line….now for some body oil…you’ll love the feeling of it on your smooth legs before we move to your tummy and bosom.”

Tummy and bosom?…he never called it that.

The woman cupped his balls briefly letting her fingers delicately jostle the sensitive pair heightening his arousal. A flower tattoo…bikini line… his mind thought about what she said as he looked at the femme triangle of pubic hair. Jack knew he couldn’t let any of his friends ever see it.

Holding the bottle up the words ‘estrogen and progestin’ popped out among the others as he read them watching Marilyn take her birth control pill. Her hand brushing along his smooth face she smiled.

“Some days it’s hard to be a woman…yet I’ve never grown tired of the feeling of estrogen.”

Ever since the chat between Naoma and his Marilyn a few weeks back he suspected he’d been on feminizing hormones since the morning she confronted him months earlier. The day after their argument he had wondered why his medical records lay printed out on the kitchen table as she went over his blood work while on the phone with a female doctor Marilyn knew.

Becoming less assertive as the days past if he was on estrogen what kind of scared him was that he enjoyed the feeling.

“Ok dear we’ll play the ‘Q’ and ‘A’ game my friend Naoma suggested….after all marriage is about communication and growth …I’ll play with these orbs and ask you questions and you answer truthfully….sometimes I wonder how you’d look without these…don’t they get in the way when you walk?”

Marilyn stood up reaching in back she unclasped her bra and lowered her panties seconds later.

“I want you to think of a pussy and how beautiful it is…look at my breasts….don’t they look lovely….you ever think of how fun it would be to have your own?”

Her hand ran along the labia folds of her vagina slipping inside past the slit of her lips. The feminine aroma soon filled the air in the bathroom. Marilyn ran her finger under his nose letting its scent stay there for him to take in.

“Thinking how to improve our relationship we should learn to communicate better …so tell me. …a real man can control his orgasms right?”

Jack nodded his head gurgling out a ‘esssss’ from behind the ball-gag.

“If that’s true….conversely if he can’t control his ısparta escort orgasm then he’s not a real man….if he’s not a real man then what does that leave?”

The inquiry hung in the air.

Jack seemed to be contemplating the logic-chain. Looking at Marilyn he watched her lather up an anal plug with lube. Like the ‘fishes and the loafs’ a little went a long way as the ‘Uber-lube’ magically spread out all over the whole piece.

“Do you like doing things that make you feel good?”

“Esss Marilynnnn”

“Then if you are open-minded and try somethings you never had before and like then you’d most likely want to continue them correct?….Baby your skin feels so soft with all that hair gone.”

His head bobbing a ‘yes’ again Jack let out a moan on feeling her hand run along his thigh. He wasn’t used to being man-handled yet Marilyn easily moved him by the hips exposing his rosebud entrance.

Her breasts were beautiful the more he stared at them as they swayed he wondered why he had taken them for granted all these years.

“They’re lovely…aren’t they?…they feel so nice to have especially when my nipples are sucked…once a woman makes the connection between her breasts and her mind and her sexuality she develops a whole new level of femininity….and then there is the pretty bras we get to wear.”

Her finger slick with lube slid in past his rosebud moments later a 2nd finger slipped in as she used them to spread the opening wider before gently easing the butt plug in. Spreading out from the pointed tip once it accepted the widest part of the width the suction of his entryway pulled the entire length in without Marilyn using her hand.

The sensation different but not painful the end of the piece large and round spread his cheeks wider. Lifting his head Jack saw Marilyn taking a few pictures with her phone.

Hairless, a chastity cage on with a butt plug in he drew a level of concern wondering if anyone he knew would ever view them.

Marilyn slid the panties along his skin only to see his flaccid penis stretch to the end of the metal restriction of his cage.

“Does that feel nice on your skin?….panties are such a delight.”

He let an ‘eeesssss Ma’am’ escape.

“Good…so you like it?”

Jack nodded his head moments before Marilyn continued making her point.

“What’d we agree on? if you like it then you’ll only want more of the same ….panties…I’m afraid from here on out I’m going to insist on it but i do think you’ll come to enjoy wearing them every day.”

The declaration made him think about it.

“Let’s see how much you like feeling them on your mound…now if you are a real man you won’t come…you did say you control it not to mention their panties ….womens panties…very feminine panties….do kastamonu escort real men wear panties? …. hmmmm?”

Marilyn bent down letting her lips surround his areola as she rubbed the panties on the hairless mound. His butt cheeks clenched pulling the anal plug deeper as he saw the woman suck and lick. Sensing a feeling of feminine-like penetration he felt his arousal suddenly spiking out of control.

“Eeewwwwww…..eeewwwwww….oooohhhhhhh…..uggggg.”

Jack hadn’t thought it possible yet he watched as cream spurted out from behind his chastity cage.

The act had brought him into a new paradigm awareness. Not only had he not control it he had orgasmed with his cock locked and a butt plug in his rear.

He stared at Marilyn realizing she had made him come by treating his nipples like a woman’s without once touching his dick. The feeling of panties caressing his skin somehow it help further shatter his long held illusion of male superiority

Drained of his seed and energy butt plug in place a few minutes later her husband held still as she lowered the nightgown down on his body. He went to bed free of any objection quickly falling asleep wearing a nightie and pair of panties.

In the small early morning light what Marilyn liked was how much the base of the anal plug spread his ass cheeks wider. It gave them more of a feminine look and feel as she ran her hand gently on his bottom. The touch was enough to wake Jack as he held still enjoying the feel of it.

The strap-on slipped in so easily both on their sides with their hips and knees stacked Marilyn let her hand rest on his waist as she pushed and pulled. The softness of the nightie on his skin mingled with the inner sensations.

‘That’s it darling….just lie there and leave everything to me….Honey it feels so nice fucking you….you go right ahead and cream for me whenever it feels like you’re going to get wet.”

“Ohhh Marilyn…I like it…it scares me to say it…but it feels good.”

“Just like sleeping in your nightie and panties….Hmmm baby?…the feeling of the softness sleeping in nightgowns and tulle babydoll’s is sooo addictive….once a girl starts wearing them she’ll always want to be in nighties. “

It was the only sound in the bedroom slapping against his butt the noise sounded out. It shouldn’t feel like that yet his nipples brushing against the nightie’s fabric made them come alive.

Jack knew if he said it Marilyn wouldn’t look at him the same way any longer.

“Marilyn….my nipples….Oh god your cock feels nice….can you touch them…please?”

“Sure honey…I’m just going to push this in a little deeper…it’s going in and out so easily…that’s it just lay there…damn you know you have all 6” inside you…I’ll do better than kiss them…pull kayseri escort your nightie up darling and turn a little…I don’t want to take my cock out….that’s it….sweetie they look delicious is there a little jiggle to them?…here feel this.”

Her mouth dropped down surrounding his areola with as much tension as the woman could muster she pulled the nipple past her lips. Inside she flicked her tongue and playfully teased the nub with her teeth.

Arching his back he pouted his lips looking so girlish as he did it.

“Oh my panties…I’m getting them wet…Eeewwww your cock…you’re making me climax.”

“Yessss that’s my honey…don’t worry I have plenty more panties for you to wear …panties along with other lovely lingerie too.”

“All things feminine….the Everleigh twins are on the air.”

Trixie always made the declaration before they started. The two were wearing pretty corset’s and stockings to go with their look as beautiful Cd’s as Trixie and Matilda readied to record their latest Everleigh sisters ATF ‘All things feminine’ podcast. Even though no one would see them each took it upon themselves to look their best.

Naoma adjusted the sound on her laptop before putting in her earbuds.

“So Trixie I was reading this piece out of the Chicago Sun-times Dear Abby column October 15th.

“Chicago?”

Looking at her Matilda made a motion like her hands were shooting off 2 pistols.

“Yes you know …Chicago ‘bang bang’….Al Capone…gangsters … speakeasys… brothels ….our namesake…The real Everleigh sisters….any way it seems a husband has upset his wife….she writes…Dear Abby my husband and I have been married for 11 years….yada yada yada…recently he discovered he likes to wear women’s clothing…it started with wearing women’s underwear under his clothes and has quickly progressed….”

Trixie chuckled.

“Join the club…what took him so long?”

Matilda replied.

“Now Trixie be nice…any way ….yada, yada, yada…I’m terrified this is the beginning of the end of our marriage.”

“So what was Dear Abby’s response?”

“She suggests the woman learn all she can about crossdressing…”

“My first wife would have benefited from doing that…maybe we’d still be married …. then again…I wouldn’t have met you Matilda.”

“Dear Abby goes on to say ‘more men than you think may engage in it’…”

“I’d say we are definitely engaging in it…”

“She suggest she reach out for an excellent support group called the Society for the second Self….Tri-ess…its website … tri-ess.org”

“They are a shelter in the storm of ignorance and intolerance…Ok so that ends our public service announcement portion of our show….”

“Now Trixie…the thing is I can’t understand why more women don’t accept it…why lock him in a chastity cage and let him dress and clean the home…throw in a little vagina worship and bingo happy marriage….after all ‘every woman needs a housewife’.”

Naoma couldn’t help yet think it was a timely statement.

End of part 4 …

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