A Femboy’s Loving Harem Ch. 02

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Author here, the sex scenes should be much better. All characters are above 18. This story contains: gentle femdom, femboy, futa, maid, and a bunch of other things I can’t be bothered to describe. Onto the story!

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Warren’s Point of View

I woke up to the blaring of the alarm clock. I mumbled and nuzzled my face even further into Madi’s soft, warm boobs. I snuggled into her like a cat seeking affection.

I heard Madi’s laugh and looked up at her through bleary eyes before I said, “What time is it? And what’s so funny?” Of course I said it with that customary sleepy sound everyone has when they wake up.

Maid smiled at me and said, “Because of how cute you are. Also it’s 6:00. We might as well go to your hotel to get showered and dressed since we’re both awake.”

“Sure,” I mumbled.

We both got out of bed and redressed ourselves in the cloths we discarded before Madi took my virginity. Madi also grabbed a spare set of cloths for her to change into after our shower. She grabbed a blood red mini skirt that faded to black at the ends, a blood red short sleeved shirt with black designs over it, blood red thigh highs also with black designs running over them, and finally a pair of red shoes along with some black panties with red designs.

With that done we walked out of the hotel she was staying in and went to her car. This time I could tell what it was because I wasn’t deliriously drunk, it happens to be a black SUV. We both proceeded to get into the car.

Before we started driving to my hotel though, Madi said, “Oh yeah, we should exchange phone numbers so we can meet up again.” She handed me her phone so I could put my phone number in and I did the same.

I handed her my phone and thought, ‘I’m so glad she caught that, I don’t know if I could live with myself if I never met her again.’

With that done I directed Madi to where my hotel was, a couple blocks down. We get out of the car and walk through the hotel and into my room. As we walked in I said, “Please don’t mind the mess,” because I’m a pretty messy person when it comes to cloths. Dishes are a different beast, however, and my dishes are always clean because I have a pure hatred for them. Resulting in me rarely using them and if I do they are instantly washed because I hate them so much, yeahhhh simply put I hate dishes.

And sure enough, once we walk into my room you see discarded panties, hoodies, leggings, and socks. I blush as Madi picks up one of my panties and breaths my scent in deeply before she looks at me with a smile dancing in her pitch black eyes, so black they seem like a moonless night, and says, “You smell soooo good, I could just eat you up right here.”

I could feel a blush form as my head became filled with naughty thoughts and my cock became hard. I quickly said, “I’m going to go take a shower.”

Before I pass the threshold to the bathroom though I look back and say with a shy smile, “Would you like to take one with me?”

Madi grins at me lovingly and with a reassurance that makes me tingle all over and says, “I would love to scrub your cute, sexy body clean!”

I quickly turned my blushing face and walked into the bathroom before starting to strip. Madi walked in behind me and also started to strip. I couldn’t resist looking at her beautiful body as she was stripping. Her curves so delightfully sinful and when I glanced up to her light-devouring eyes; I saw her staring at my body as well, I felt so cute and beautiful when Madi stared at my body with such obvious enjoyment and love.

We quickly finished and Madi turned the water to scalding hot, the perfect temperature. Madi turned around and looked at my hard cock that was starting to drip precum with obvious amusement. I looked at her and saw she had erect, delectable nipples and her delicious nectar running down her thighs.

Madi reached over and pulled me into her warmth. With my head resting on her collar bone, her boobs warming my neck and chest, and her soft thighs holding my cock to her scorching hot pussy, I am simply in heaven.

Madi walked us into the shower and under the hot water. It was a pretty big shower too, I got a nicer room in my hotel, so it is able to easily fit both of us comfortably.

Madi looked me in the eyes and said, “We’re going to have to make this quick because we both have work.”

I nodded and Madi reached down and put my cock’s head at her entrance. She gently pushed me over to where my back was against the shower wall. Then she pierced my cock into her magma-like pussy with one drop. Madi’s pussy started to ripple and squeeze causing me to gasp and moan in pleasure.

Madi grinned evilly down at me before she set me down gently on the floor of the shower so she could ride me. She used one of her hands to pin both of my own hands up so I was helpless to do anything.

Madi started to bounce up and down with my cock stretching her deliciously and her pussy massaging my cock with the utmost skill.

Her tits bounced up and down enticingly Ostim Escort as she rode me. Her thighs meeting my slender hips on the way down and making a slapping sound. I could feel every inch of my body become overexcited from Madi’s sinful pussy devouring my cock.

“Oooo, please don’t stop!” I moaned in a breathless voice. Madi grinned before she started to gyrate her hips around, sending indescribable pleasure surging through my body. Her hot wetness then continued to slid up and down my cock, hitting all the right spots.

Madi started to speed up, her pussy wet enough to easily provide enough lubrication for her furious pace. I started to shiver with pleasure as my cock was embraced in Madi’s scorching heat.

Madi suddenly stopped with my feminine cock buried deeply inside her fiery pussy. She smirked down at me and leaned down next to my ear to sinfully whisper, “Cum for me, cum for mommy my gorgeous slut.”

I felt my entire face start to blush with arousal and pure lusty happiness race through my body like a drug. Madi leaned down to kiss me before starting to ride me cowgirl again.

Madi’s pussy would grip my cock, not wanting to let go. As my cock would be cooling she would slam her pelvis into mine and embrace my cock in her delicious heat once again. Over and over her pussy made love to my cock as her tongue played inside my mouth. All the while Madi and I were both moaning into each other’s mouths in pure lustful, sinful pleasure.

I desperately said in between Madi’s loving kisses, “I’m about to cum! Please don’t stop!”

Madi kissed me again and said, “Me too!” Then she leaned down and seductively whispered, “Now cum for mommy like a good boy!”

Madi reached with her unoccupied hand and pinched one of my nipples and slammed her pussy onto my cock. Her pussy started to spasm around my cock as she came, milking it, and started to spray my lower body with her delicious nectar.

Meanwhile, after she had said, “‘Cum for Mommy!'” and twisted my nipple I had started to feel my orgasm about to explode. Then her pussy started to milk my cock and that was the last straw. I exploded inside her and my cum filled her pussy before starting to fall out and accumulate with Madi’s nectar on my lower body.

While we both came down from our high, Madi gently kissed me and continued to gently milk my cock with her warm pussy.

After a while we both finished calming down and Madi’s fantastic pussy gushed my cum as she stood up. She helped me stand up then she kissed me and said, “That will have to do for now, we have to get ready to leave.”

“Okay.”

Madi brought me over to the hot water and let my hair and body get wet. She then gently pushed me into sitting in front of her with the back of my head resting on her stomach.

I heard her reach for my shampoo and open it. She then started to gently massage the shampoo into my scalp. I unconsciously purred in contentment at Madi’s massaging fingers.

Madi removed the shower head and rinsed off my hair. She then had me stand so she could use my poof and body wash to lovingly scrub my entire body. It felt soooo good!!!!

Much too soon though Madi was finished. She started to rinse my body with the hot shower water.

After Madi had finished washing me, I gently pushed her to the ground with the back of her head against my stomach in order to return the favor. I started to gently massage her scalp and silky hair with my own shampoo. I finished and rinsed her off just as she had rinsed me.

I then helped her up and lovingly scrubbed her body with my poof and body wash. I did it in a completely chaste way though as I was loving the intimacy of washing each other and didn’t want to ruin it. Plus I didn’t want to get horny again and not have time to satisfy either of our urges. I finished and rinsed her off as she had me.

Madi turned the water off and I reached for the towel. I turned to Madi with the towel in hand and gently patted her down as Madi stared with love filled eyes at me.

After I was done, Madi used the same towel that was coated in her scent, this time her scent was the same intoxicating berries but with the sweetness of raspberries mixed in, and patted me off gently and with love.

We stepped out of the shower and Madi hugged me to her warmth. Then she said with so much reassurance and love dancing on her face that I was entranced by her, “I love you, Warren. We may not have known each other for long but I have truly come to love you.”

I felt my entire face blush bright red, now something about me real quick. The word ‘love’ holds a lot of meaning to me. I was forced to say it constantly without meaning it so when I do say the word ‘love’ I truly mean it because I wish for it to be true and not something forced upon me, hard to explain but just know that the word love means something really special to me. With my face red, I looked at Madi’s reassuring eyes and said, “I lo-lov-love you too!” I struggled to say the word love 3 times.

Madi grinned her beautiful Escort Ostim smile so excitedly I became enthralled by it. But then I just hugged her. I hugged her tight. I nuzzled my face into her neck and just breathed Madi’s scent in as deep as I could into my lungs. Madi sensed what I needed and wrapped her arms around me and just rocked me back and forth. I could feel myself being surrounded by Madi’s love and warmth. It felt soooo good. I struggled not to cry and I haven’t cried since I was 8 years old.

After about 10 minutes of Madi holding me in her arms and rocking me back and forth, she reluctantly said in her gentlest voice, “Warren, we have to get dressed. We both have to go to work.”

I looked up from Madi’s neck and said, “Can we do this later, please?”

Madi’s jet black eyes danced with love and she said, “Of course my love.”

I felt my heart throbbing before I gave one last squeeze and let go of Madi, immediately missing her warmth. We walked out of the bathroom and I went to my suitcase to look at my clothing while Madi got dressed. Sticking with Madi’s devilish/evil theme I picked a pair of purple panties, a pair of leggings that looked as if purple fire had been painted on a black background, a short sleeved shirt that had black flames on a hauntingly purple background, a hoodie to throw on over my shirt that has the same pattern as my shirt; because I always get cold, black socks, and my only pair of shoes that happen to be black. After I put everything on I thought, ‘This truly is the coolest set of clothing I own.’

I turned around to look at Madi. I was immediately flabbergasted by her appearance. Madi looked like a demon, with her red and black clothing along with her moonless night black eyes and midnight hair contrasting her white skin. She was so beautiful. I said with a blush, “Wow, Madi! You look so beautiful! It kind of reminds me of a demon?!”

Madi laughed and said back at me while gazing at my own outfit, “Thank you! You look beautiful too my love!”

I’m sure she noticed how my face flushed red and how happy I looked every time she said that. It made me feel sooo special! Madi came over and hugged me before saying, “It’s time to leave my love, where do you need to go?”

“Uhhh,” I checked my phone and said, “Fatalistic Thriving.”

Madi responded with a surprised look saying, “That’s where I’m going to, that’s convenient!”

“Does that mean I get to see you more?” I ask excitedly. I really can’t get enough of Madi.

“Maybe, we’ll see when we get there!”

We left the hotel and got into Madi’s black SUV. Madi and I just talked about random things on the way to Fatalistic Thriving. Eventually we arrived and both walked in together. Madi asked me, “Where are you going?”

“Uhh, meeting room X,” I responded.

“Same, I’ll take you there,” Madi responded with slight confusion. I’m sure both of us were starting to get confused. We went up an elevator and walked to the meeting room. We sat once we were inside, waiting for other people to arrive. Both of us confused as to why the other was there.

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Lynsey’s Point of View

“So quick warning before you meet him, he’s ummm, how do you put it. Quite literally one of the smartest people you will ever meet or the smartest person.” Said the military general in front of me named General Cortus.

“Yes sir, we have both read his file,” I said in response, referring to myself and the woman standing next to me, Saber.

“About that, we haven’t told him about you two.” General Cortus said out of the blue.

“Sir, how do you expect him to take us then?” Saber asked from next to me but I was also thinking the same thing.

“Truthfully, we expect him to judge you extensively, and if you don’t meet his expectations he will send you back in the nicest way possible.” General Cortus answered.

“What are we being judged on sir?” I asked.

“No clue. We hope you two will fit his personality well, though, because we have examined him extensively and find you two fit him perfectly. However, we don’t know what he will think so we are kind of hoping for the best.” General Cortus said and kind of shrugged.

General Cortus sighed heavily but before he could open the door to the meeting room Saber asked, “Why are you so wary of him, sir? From his profile it says that he isn’t intimidating nor mean.”

General Cortus looked back at us and responded, “True, he is definitely one of the sweetest people I know and he isn’t necessarily intimidating. He’s just, how do I put this. He’s hard to keep entertained I guess. And of course he’s obnoxiously smart. But most of all I think it’s that you can tell he wasn’t raised well which makes him hard to handle. He has terrible social skills and it’s almost like he’s a wounded predator that is constantly ready to pounce at the first sign of danger. And make no mistake, Warren Aleith is a predator.”

We were both even more confused so I asked, “But sir, isn’t that contradicting Ostim Escort Bayan your previous statement that he is incredibly sweet and genial?”

General Cortus looked at us with an understanding expression before he said, “Its confusing, I know. You’ll just have to meet him before you can understand. But remember, just act like yourselves. He can’t stand when people lie.”

General Cortus opened the door and entered with Saber and I trailing after him. The first thing I saw was a woman, who I assumed to be Madi. The next thing I saw was a gorgeous, cute boy flick his stormy blue eyes over, they were eyes filled with mirth and kindness. Those happy emotions were instantly replaced with a guarded look when he saw Saber and I. However, that analytical, cold gaze was still hidden behind his kindness, only detectable by trained professionals. I had to give it to the General, though, he was certainly right, the boy’s eyes certainly look like a wounded predator ready to pounce.

The boy, who I assumed to be Warren, looked at us then at the General and asked, “Who are the two people behind you Cortus? Wait?! Was that rude?! I’m sorry!” But everyone could tell he actually wanted to know who we were, despite being sincerely apologetic at how he said it. ‘Hmmm, this is going to be interesting.’

General Cortus answered, “They will be your new bodyguard and maid.”

“But why do I need them,” Warren asked in obvious confusion.

“You always avoid your escort for one,” General Cortus answered dryly.

“I just get bored and I wanted to see if they could find me,” Warren answered with a blush. “But why do I need a maid too?”

“She’s really more like a mixture of the best secretary, the best maid, a million other things, and is also a highly trained soldier. Perfect for an additional layer of security.” General Cortus answered.

“Who decided on this anyway? I’m definitely not important enough for these two so why?” Warren asked.

Both Saber and I noticed an incredibly subtle sigh from the General, so subtle I doubt anyone else noticed. Then General Cortus said, “Well, the leaders of the entire NATO alliance decided to.”

I felt an indescribable amount of shock. We were picked specifically for Warren by the leaders of most of the world?! Warren was confused too because he said, “But why Cortus? I’m really not all that special. Besides, do those two even want to be with me constantly, are they okay with this? And what if I don’t like them? No offense of course,” he finished apologetically.

I looked over at Saber, it looked like she was having the same thought. We were going to speak before General Cortus could respond for us and try to impress this cute boy that struck both of our interests.

I stepped forward, this being more of my area and said, “Warren, you are more important than you know. This is why I was assigned to you.”

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Warren’s Point of View

I laugh and say, “I’m not really important, I just have a slightly higher IQ than the average person.”

The beautiful lady smiles and says, “Ahhh, this was also in your profile. Low self-esteem and a total misunderstanding of your own worth. Most likely relating back to some form of childhood trauma.”

I look at her sharply, she is definitely pretty smart and I ask, “So who are you and what do you do?” I assume she’s a maid though based on her outfit but you never know.

She has a beautiful smile while saying, “I’m a maid to put it bluntly. However I do everything, from being your secretary to picking clothing for you to protecting you. My name is Lynsey.” Lynsey is 6’3 with hair that is a beautiful light pink along with mesmerizing pink eyes too. She was wearing a French maid outfit, she has a British accent too, while also wearing white thigh highs and black shoes. She had E-cup boobs from the look of it as well(I know the breast sizes may seem gigantic but if you think about everyone’s height it makes sense in proportion to their body). She was absolutely gorgeous.

There is one thing that caught my attention though, “My file? What does it tell you?” I was genuinely curious.

Lynsey responded, “That you have low self esteem, probably the smartest person in the world, have an incredibly high sex drive, and likes more feminine things than masculine things, including clothing.

Lynsey looked over at the other woman and asked, “Did I miss anything?”

The woman answered, “Yes, you are notorious for getting bored easily. You are also a security nightmare because when you get bored you avoid them and make your security try to find you, and they almost never do I might add.”

I said, “That’s cool, I didn’t realize I had a file! Also, who are you?” I looked at the unidentified woman.

She put her right hand over her heart and gave a little bow while saying, “I am Saber. I will be your personal body guard, forever by your side.” Saber was 6’5 and was wearing a black suit with a grey under shirt and a black tie along with black pants and black shoes. She also has black gloves that complete the ensemble. Saber has golden hair with sharp, emerald green eyes. Honestly, she looks exactly like Saber from Fate/Zero when Saber is wearing her modern suit. She has, from the look of it, C-cup boobs. She is utterly beautiful and gallant.

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My First Sub Experience

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I was kneeling naked in my hallway facing the open front door. My heart pounding. My head covered with a pillow case.

My house in darkness except the small bedroom lamp.

I heard his footsteps on the floor boards as he entered my house. He used his phone as a torch & although I had my face covered, I could see the light & the shadowy reflection that was cast.

A stranger had entered. A man I didn’t know. He told me to kiss his feet which I did without hesitation. He then told me to thank him for letting me kiss his feet. I hesitated before doing so as I was a little confused. The whole concept was new to me. He then slapped me hard across my face telling me I’d taken too long to thank him. With my cheek stinging I was ordered to crawl to the bedroom.

As to how I ended up in that position in the first place I need to start at the beginning.

This happened after weeks of preparation & grooming. A process I thoroughly enjoyed, even thrived on.

Small things to begin with that soon became ground rules. Me not recognizing their significance or importance at the time.

Most of my friends had chat buddies. Using the dating sites to meet people to chat anonymously with & send the odd picture. They seemed to be having fun & I wanted to try for myself.

It wasn’t that long before I started chatting to a man who described himself as an experienced Dom. ironically, he lived close by although I never actually planned on meeting with him.

What seemed like harmless innocent fun to start with soon became a part of my daily life. I was hooked. The more he asked of me the more I wanted to do. If he sent a message, I was to answer promptly. The only exception to that was if I was working.

One of my first tasks was to take a picture of my tits. That seemed straight forward. It wasn’t. I had to write on them with a permanent marker the words slut & whore. I had to leave those words there & go to work & although they couldn’t be seen, I knew they were there. It was my secret. It wasn’t enough for him though, he wanted me to take the next picture while I was at work. Although taken in the Macunköy Escort staff room there’s CCTV to avoid. He knew that which only added to the excitement.

Honestly, I didn’t think I’d actually meet this man which made it easier for me to reply to his questions. Starting out with what appeared as general conversation asking my number of sexual partners. Although something I hadn’t really had an issue with, I did feel a little embarrassed telling him.

Then asking my recent sexual history, pushing me for almost daily updates of my arousal status. All the while gathering more personal information.

I had to reply promptly to his texts & other than one phone conversation all our interactions were via text.

All the while being careful to use my manners & show respect. Such as thanking him when he acknowledged I’d done something to please him & always referring to him as master.

I desperately wanted to please him. I think to demonstrate that I would make a good Sub. That involved completing my tasks in a timely manner. Sending photos to show I had completed my task.

To prove my commitment to him I chose to do a task he’d not asked for. I decided to elaborate on one of the more daring ones that I had done. Not only did I take a picture with my tits out whilst in my uniform in my work tearoom I inserted a small gauge needle through my nipple, took the picture & left the needle in for the rest of my shift. I wanted to see those two words, good girl.

I have no idea at what point those words came to mean so much, or even why at that point but they did.

When asked to video myself pissing into a cup & then drinking my urine I did. I never questioned him about it.

He gave me a wax challenge. I thought that would be an easy one. Melt the wax & pour it on my nipples & take a picture. I did as told. Soon realizing that wasn’t the end of it. He ordered me to pour the wax onto my clitoris. This needed to be filmed so there I was lying on my back with my legs spread wide. I started pouring the warm wax & felt as though I was pissing myself as it ran down between Macunköy Escort Bayan my legs from my clitoris to my arsehole. After filming this I took a picture of the setting wax as it looked like I’d been used as a cum dump. He appreciated the extra picture which made me happy as all I wanted to do was please him.

I’m sure by this point I knew I’d want to meet this man. The man I had been referring to as my master. The man I willingly took pictures & videos of myself in compromising positions for. Although our identifications were still anonymous at that stage.

My tasks seemed to get more challenging & this one I was unsure about how I’d manage to complete it. As I didn’t reply in a timely manner, I then had a time limit set in which to complete the following task.

He wanted me to cut myself. I had to cut into my tit & make a cross. I did as instructed once I had the time limit put on me. Yes, it did sting a little. Rather proud of myself I sent him my picture. His reply was not what I expected. He wanted me to cut the word whore into my tit. Really? Yes. It had to bleed & be deep enough to scar. So, cupping my tit in one hand I proceeded to cut. I found immediate pleasure this time, enjoying seeing & feeling the blood as it ran through my fingers & onto my tit.

I was so excited when I sent that picture to him. Expecting immediate approval. Those longed for two words, good girl. In my excitement & as it had been a challenging day, I had forgotten an earlier order that was to wear pegs on my nipples. As I had removed them before cutting my tit, I neglected to replace them before sending him the picture.

That was a big mistake. The words I had longed to read did not come instead I had orders to cut the word slut into my other tit. I did as ordered & hoped I would be more conscientious in future when carrying out tasks.

Arranging our first session involved him telling me his expectations of me. He also allowed for me to set some limits. Having never been in a situation like that before I was very naïve regarding limits especially classifying them Escort Macunköy as hard or soft or no.

His expectations were that he would gag fuck me. He would also be pissing in my mouth & I was to drink that piss. He would slap me lightly on my face & arse. There would be no use of restraints. My only limit was no anal as I’d never done it before.

So, there I was, cheek stinging. Naked on all fours in the bedroom. I was really excited & extremely nervous. I just wanted to please him & felt safe because we had set limits. He ordered me to kneel & grabbed my head clutching my hair & the pillowcase. He pulled my head back & I reached out with my arms before being ordered to put them behind my back. He then put his cock in my mouth & ordered me to suck on it. I did willingly. He reminded me not to look, to keep my eyes shut. The pillowcase was removed but my eyes remained closed.

He then spun me around & pushed my head onto the bed with my knees on the floor & proceeded to fuck me from behind. Occasionally slapping me firmly on my arse cheek. Me thanking him after each slap. I wasn’t prepared for what came next. No sooner had he taken his cock out of my cunt he had shoved it up my arsehole. No warning. I said nothing. After what seemed like a long time, he removed his cock from my arse & ordered me to suck it clean. He said I was a dirty whore who had to clean my shit from his cock & thank him for letting me do it. Although repulsed at the thought I did it. He then fucked my cunt again.

He took his cock out & ordered me to suck him. I could feel his cock on my lips & opened my mouth expecting his cock to go in. Instead, he started pissing in my mouth & ordered me to drink his piss. There was a lot of piss. It was coming out fast from his cock. I was struggling to keep up swallowing & had his piss running down my chin onto my chest & tits. He called me a dirty whore. He took his cock away from my mouth & pissed all over my face telling me that’s what I deserved for being a slut. For which I thanked him.

I never opened my eyes. I did everything he asked of me & more. As I heard him walk towards the front door my mouth tasted bitter from having his shitty cock in it. My arsehole was sore from being fucked for the first time & my hair was wet, soaked in his piss. My only thoughts were when can we do this again. I absolutely loved being dominated & used by a stranger in embarrassing & humiliating ways.

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My Boss the Omega Ch. 02

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This is an erotic fictional story about people who like to play as wolves. She is the Alpha and he is her willing and submissive omega who loves serving her and doing all that she commands. They decide to have a play party and invite some of their furry minded friends. This is strictly fantasy. If you wish to discover what real Furry people do (because this isn’t it), do some research. I hope you enjoy their continuing story.

All characters are over 18 and if you are not 18+ please move along elsewhere.

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Tally allowed him to keep his OmegaEli handle on the furry site. She continued chatting with him on the Furry site but now as his Alpha. She learned that Eli was his middle name and he actually prefers it. That’s mostly how she addresses him unless she’s scolding him and then he is simply omega.

Eli decided to continue working from home so he could be at her beck and call. He took over all of her chores and she had insisted while he is doing his chores, and when he isn’t working, he is to wear a butt plug tail she specially ordered for him and big furry wolf ears and nothing else. He happily complied. Now her days are filled with writing and commanding her omega.

At lunch he switches from his business suit to his tail and ears and serves her lunch in her room unless she otherwise specifies that morning at breakfast.

“Ma’am…your lunch.” He says as he enters her room.

“Set it on the table, Eli…” She was frantically typing as the characters had just revealed the next bit in the story and she was trying to get it all down. After setting the platter on the table he went and kneeled at her feet. Hands fisted with his knuckles on the floor in front of him, head down, hips tilted forward making his bottom arch slightly upward, and hips slightly swaying making his butt plug tail wag gently. He knew this was her favorite position for him to sit and wait for her to be finished.

The last punishment ran through his mind and he remembered how frustrated she was with her current story. She had pounced on him, pushed him over and taken his trachea between her teeth as she’d done when she had claimed him. He knew to be very still until she felt he was sufficiently submissive and then she would either bite his shoulder, or if she was really upset, she would nip at his cock. This time it was his chest. He had a couple of bite marks on his chest and he proudly wore them because they were marks from his Alpha. He just wished he had a way to show them off. He wondered if she would be willing to have a Furry party and he could invite a few of his furry friends over and some of her furry friends, at least those close enough to travel.

He could set up the living room as a make shift wolf den. Move the furniture out and throw down fake furs, dog beds and pillows. She might actually like ruling over such an event. He’d ask her through OmegaEli, she tended to listen to him more that way than if he tried to talk to her. Sometimes he thinks she’d be happier if he didn’t talk at all and only whined, wuffled, snuffled and howled. He tries hard but sometimes he thinks he talks to get her to punish him because he likes it when she rolls around on the floor with him. She had yet to take him fully and it had been months since she claimed him. He wasn’t sure what she was waiting for. She had him go down on her almost daily and she used her hand on him when she felt like he deserved it. He quivers at the thought of her mouth on him. She only does that during punishments and only uses her teeth, but those brief times are so exquisite.

He patiently waited. He knew it was getting close to the time when he had to get back to work but he learned the hard way never to move from this spot until she dismissed him. He whimpered a little and her hand came down and stroked his hair between his wolf ears. “You’re a good boy, Eli. I’m sorry I didn’t have time for you this lunch period. Go ahead and go on back to work and I’ll reward you later.”

He nuzzled her hand and made his wuffling sound, kind of a cross between a bark and a huffing sound. It took a while for him to figure out what sounds she liked coming out of him. The sound must have pleased her because she tilted his head up and licked across his lips and then went back to her typing.

He hurried out of the room, changed back into his suit, minus the jacket, pulled off the ears, ran his fingers through his hair and signed into the meeting that was about to begin. It was his company so it wasn’t like he would be in trouble for being late but he didn’t want his clients to think he didn’t value them. In between clients he went on the furry site and messaged his Dancing Wolf.

OmegaEli: Hello Ma’am, I enjoyed sitting at your feet at lunch and I look forward to my reward. I had an idea that I thought might interest you. I thought it might be fun if we had a weekend furry play party. I could set up the living room like a wolves den, move the furniture out and throw down dog beds, cushions, pillows, Karşıyaka Escort fake furs and fuzzy blankets. I could make cookies and crackers that look like dog biscuits and wolf type foods. We could invite our furry friends who would be willing to be part of the pack for the weekend and you would be the Alpha over all of us. What do you think, ma’am? Do you think you would enjoy having a bunch of wolves to boss around? I know my guys would love it.

Thirty minutes go by and then there’s a reply.

DancingWolf: I also enjoyed having you at my feet today, Eli, it is very satisfying knowing you are there, waiting, wanting to please me, which you did. As to your play party, I’m intrigued. I think I would like it as long as we can get them all to agree to my terms. If they do, you can start planning.

He quickly answers her.

OmegaEli: Ma’am, I’m sure my guys would agree to whatever terms you have, what might they be so I can find out.

DancingWolf: They have to obey my every command, every command. That would mean if I wanted to do to them what I do to you, they would submit. Of course I would also allow them to play amongst themselves and I wouldn’t be averse to watching them hump each other. Who knows, maybe I’ll finally hump you.

He was instantly hard and made sure he was pushed against his desk even though he had pants on, but the thought of his clients watching him made him want to be sure they couldn’t see below his waist. He swallowed hard. He knew three of his friends would be up for such a party, but he wasn’t sure about hers.

He quickly sent messages to them spelling out in detail what kind of party it would be and everything that might happen. He was right, three of the dozen furry friends came back instantly saying they wouldn’t miss it.

OmegaEli: Ma’am, I’m very excited by your terms as are three of my furry friends. Do you have any friends you’d like to invite who would accept your terms?

A little while later she finally answered.

DancingWolf: You are truly my omega to be so excited by my terms. I see more rewards coming your way. As to my furry friends, I have a couple who might be interested. I will message them and get back to you. I think we should plan it about a month out. I want time to get everything ready, have the tails and ears for them, and give everyone time to make plans to be here.

He is trembling with excitement and wished he was wearing his tail so he could wag it.

OmegaEli: Ma’am, my invisible tail is wagging for you. I think your plans are perfect and I will make sure everything is just the way you want it.

She didn’t answer him, but he hadn’t expected her to. She had learned early on that he would keep answering her until she stopped talking to him.

He sent all the specifics to his friends. They all three came back that they were willing to wear what she wanted without anything else. They were two males and one female. If he didn’t know the female so well it would have surprised him she was willing to follow his Alpha’s rules, but she was rather kinky herself. He had played online with her a time or two before he realized Dancing Wolf was Tally and now his Alpha. He would never betray her that way now.

He was true to his Alpha and being an omega, he knew he was going to have to witness things during their play party that will probably make him jealous, but he was thoroughly committed to being her omega which gave her the right to do what she liked with her pack, even if it was just for the weekend. Of course his Alpha could decide she likes the party so much she’ll have more. His cock bulged against his pants. He knew he was okay with that too. And then a shiver ran up and down his back. He’s the omega, which means she can allow the pack to treat him however they like. He whimpered without thinking. Luckily his laptop was on mute so those in the meeting didn’t hear him.

Later that night after dinner, he was sitting on the floor at her feet while they watched a movie and her fingers stroked through his hair. “I was surprised by your idea, pet,” He trembled knowing she only called him pet when she was feeling particularly happy with him. “Surprised but pleased, you do realize what this means of course. Being the omega you will have to endure whatever the pack wants to do to you.” She looks at him wickedly. “And I will let them. On your back, pet.”

He quickly lay on his back, arms on the floor above his head and his legs criss crossed, knees wide and his head back and to the side, opening his throat to her, just how she liked him. She slowly crawled next to him, her head low, growling. She licked along his belly so close to his full erection he whimpered. Her tongue lapped all the way up to his nipples and she nipped and bit at them making him wuffle and howl softly. She licked up the side of his neck and over his cheek and he opened his mouth and she licked over his lips and into his mouth over and over again. He was so hard it Karşıyaka Escort Bayan hurt and he whimpered. She looked down at his hard cock. “I did say you had rewards coming to you, pet.”

He trembled with his need. She licked her way back down and then flicked her tongue over the tip and he moaned deeply. She’d never used her tongue there before, only her teeth. He tried to be extra still, afraid if he did anything to upset her she would walk away. He whimpered as she continued licking down over the length of him, licked around his balls and then slowly licked back up. She lapped over the engorged head repeatedly and he realized she wasn’t going to take it in her mouth.

She was his Alpha and would only do what a wolf would do and she licked and lapped and her tongue would dip into the hole tasting his essence and then she began a steady rhythm, with hard tongue licking again and again over his engorged head and he could hardly breathe as everything rushed down to his cock and he knew he was about to cum. He suddenly felt her fisted knuckles pressing over the shaft, rolling the knuckles upward over and over. He didn’t move as her tongue tortured the head that was bulging so hard and then he howled louder than he had ever howled before as his seed shot out of him. She kept her tongue pressing over the flat of it, holding it against him and then she began licking hard from the base all the way to the tip in one long stroke and she did that over and over until ever bit dribbled out of him. Then she surprised him and lapped at the tip, cleaning it up and then his belly until ever bit of his seed was cleaned up and swallowed by her.

She rubbed her head on his stomach and chest and into his neck. She grabbed his hair and pulled him over and down between her legs as she leaned back against the couch. He knew what she wanted and he didn’t waste any time giving it to her. He poured all his feelings into worshiping her cunt. He felt so loved and adored by his Alpha in this moment and he wanted her to feel the same. He couldn’t use his fingers but he could make a fist and rub his knuckles over her opening while he licked and sucked on her clit. It wasn’t long before she was moaning and when her release finally came, she howled long and loud too.

She let him sleep with her that night. It wasn’t something she allowed him to do on a regular basis as she used it as a treat, a reward for his extra good behavior. He loved being able to snuggle up to her and suckle at her breast like a pup, which she let him do in bed only. He had learned over time that if he did it just right it would make her have an orgasm and it thrilled him when he discovered that and she had been surprised too. She rewarded him with a fat juicy steak the next day after that first time. She even cooked it for him.

He felt like the luckiest furry alive that he got to live his dream with her. So far she had fulfilled many of his fantasies. Most would think he was beyond weird for liking the things he liked, but he loved being her omega, loved submitting to her will completely. He knew that would be tested at the party, but he wanted to please her and he would be the best omega for her.

Friday afternoon of the play party weekend, they began showing up one by one. He was allowed to wear the special shorts she made him with the slit in the back for his tail to answer the door and show them to the staging area, the guest room, where they would let go of the mundane world and embrace their inner wolf. They each went into the adjoining bathroom, took showers, gave themselves enemas, put in the well lubed plug tails and ears and then he escorted them to their new wolf den. They had six wolves show up in the den not counting the Alpha and the omega, so eight in all. More than he thought would show up. He knew his Alpha was quite happy with the number, not too many and not too few.

The wolf Den was dark as Eli had pulled all the heavy drapes and only had the recessed lighting around the room giving it a soft glow. There were lots of pillows, dog beds, cushions and blankets strewn all over the floor. There wasn’t any furniture except the large futon he had covered with fuzzy blankets hiding the frame just for his Alpha and whomever she chose to have join her on it. Tally had been thrilled when she saw it the previous week and gave him a special reward for being so thoughtful. Eli had bought heavy tapestries and hung them on the walls for the final touch.

Each of them presented themselves to her upon entering the den. There was Eli’s friends, Amy, James, and Seth and Tally’s friends, Joan, Evan, and Bailey. They crawled to her, whimpering and baring their necks. She growled and held them in place with her teeth for a couple of minutes while they whined. When she was satisfied they were sufficiently submissive, she released them and they found their spot for the night.

They each had been given detailed instructions on how they could behave, what sounds Escort Karşıyaka they could make and they knew their Alpha was the only one allowed to talk. They had been given a safe word hand signal they could do if they needed a time out. In which case they would go in the guest room and be human for as long as they needed but once they came back out they had to continue being a wolf and participating in the play unless they wanted to leave. If the party wasn’t working for them and they weren’t having fun, they were free to leave. Luckily no one left.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying being together, rolling around, snuffling each other, trying and liking the wolf snacks. The instructions had also explained the meals; steak, potatoes and green beans for Friday and Saturday night dinners, breakfast was eggs, bacon and hash browns, and for lunches, sandwiches, potato salad and fruit. All meals would be eaten at the dining table as humans but no talking.

Friday night everyone mostly snuggled, getting acquainted in ways most humans wouldn’t do upon first meeting. Sniffing at each other, nuzzling, rubbing against each other and choosing who to cuddling up to for the night. Eli thought it was strange to have so many people in a room with no talking. Strange, but nice. He liked the feeling of everyone being open to each other and exploring each other without any expectations

Saturday after breakfast several of the male wolves became playful and wrestled around on the floor, growling and yipping when someone got skin between their teeth. Eli looked up and his Alpha was smiling and watching all of the antics.

Then one of his friends, James with his big brown eyes, hairy chest and soft belly, came over to him growling and snuffling at Eli and Eli immediately turned over and opened his neck to him. James nipped at his neck and then nuzzled him, rolled around and over him and surprisingly, Eli started getting hard. He flushed, embarrassed but James sniffed at it and looked toward the Alpha. She nodded slightly letting him know he was allowed to continue.

James licked at it and Eli whimpered. He had known this could happen but this was James, his friend. He had all kinds of mixed feelings going on within him as James continued to lick at his cock and lightly used his teeth on the tip and Eli whimpered.

Two others came over, Bailey and Evan, both stocky males, one blond and the other with bright red hair, snuffled and growled at Eli. He made sure his neck was wide open to them and they started licking at his face, neck and down to his chest. Each male nipped and licked at his nipples. He wasn’t used to so much attention let alone three males and it was overwhelming him in a way that had everything feeling more intense until he was suddenly howling as he came. His Alpha was there in an instant, pushing them away, growling as she licked him up, cleaning up his seed, licking at his oh so sensitive tip until he was all clean. She nuzzled his head and neck and then went back to lounge on her giant bed.

James went over to Amy with her petite body and long dark hair, and growled low and deep. She pushed at him, nipped at him and growled right back. They rolled around playfully until he was on top. He growled and she whimpered, baring her neck. She was submitting to him. That had everyone’s attention, but they stayed back, watching.

James pushed and prodded at her until her tail was in the air and he mounted her, grabbing her shoulder with his teeth and ramming into her. She moaned and pressed back against him. One wolf, Evan, came a little too close and he snapped and growled at him. When the wolf jumped back James sunk his teeth back into her shoulder and continued pounding into her until they were both howling.

Eli was dying to know if Amy actually had an orgasm or if she just went along with it. He had a feeling she didn’t and he wanted to help her frustration. He looked at Amy and then looked at his Alpha. His Alpha nodded slightly knowing he wanted to take care of one of his pack members as an omega should. James had strutted off and was snuffling at Joan who doesn’t even give him a fight, she meekly rolls over and bares her throat. He pounces and licks all over her body making her wiggle, squirm and whine.

Amy was still in the same position James had left her in. Eli snuffled at her bottom and she whined and pressed back towards him. Just as he suspected James had left her wanting. He licked at her and then nudged her over, crawled between her legs, staying really low, showing his submission and licked and sucked at her opening. She whined and moaned. He could taste James mixed with her essence.

Men definitely taste differently than women. He’d never done this before, eating a woman after a man had cum in her. It was an interesting experience, not bad, just different. He kept at it until he couldn’t get more out of her and then he concentrated on her clit while rubbing his knuckles over her opening. She writhed and pressed into him until she was howling and panting. He licked her until she relaxed and then he started to move away. She jumped at him and nuzzled all over him, everywhere, even his crotch and bottom and then walked away on all fours. He looked up at his Alpha and she was smiling at him. His heart soared that he had pleased her.

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John got out of his car in the driveway and stretched the stiffness out of his back. It had been a long day at the office and he was tired, sore, and in a more irritable state than he liked when coming home. His girls were sweet, sensitive little things, and it was hard on them when his mood was foul. He always made a great effort to keep his composure, so to that end, he took a deep breath as he shut the car door and attempted to soothe his stressed mindset with positive thoughts. He was a lucky man after all, and with a little luck he would walk inside to find everything in order, and his girls very happy to see him as they usually were. Then, he told himself as he walked up to the front door, the stress would melt away and he could relax.

He felt better as he opened the door and put his keys on the hook. He looked up and saw his girls were both kneeling in the living room about twenty feet from him. They held hands and their heads were lowered. They did not say anything or look up at him. His temper threatened to well up for an instant, but he held his composure. It was clear this would not be a light-hearted, R&R type of evening, but he resolved to be calm. At least until he knew what was going on.

He stayed where he was for a moment, thinking and letting himself enjoy the view he had. They were both fully exposed and he was always struck by their beauty, not to mention his good fortune.

Julia was slender and tall for a 20-year-old girl. her stomach was flat, and her breasts were full and firm C cups. He loved her perky little nipples with small, subtle areolas. Her rose-red hair flowed down to her mid-back, thin locks lay down her front on either side of those magnificent globes, accentuating them nicely.

Hannah was shorter by about eight inches and the youngest at just 18 years old. Her 4’9″ height combined with her tiny waist made her look fragile and so damn adorable that he could hardly stand it when she would pout at him. Her breasts were B cups, and just as cute as the rest of her. She wore her hair a little shorter too, and it stopped just above her breasts. She loved to experiment with her hair and this month she had achieved a gorgeous combination of red, blue, and purple highlights. He loved the way it accentuated her already beautifully silky blonde tresses.

John felt his need twitch in his pants as he gazed at them for a long moment, letting their nerves build as well as composing himself. It was clear something had happened today which he would not be happy about, but what? He walked up to where they knelt until he was mere inches from them. They knew what was expected of them and looked up at him to greet him, but he had his finger against his lips when they met eyes, and they knew to remain silent.

He again gave himself a moment to enjoy the beauty that was his. He gazed into Hannah’s eyes first because he knew she would be the most nervous. He found her pretty green eyes were full of trepidation as he had expected. But what told him the most was the moisture in her eyes. She had not shed a tear yet, but she was not far from doing so. His heart ached for her, and he lightly caressed her cheek. Whatever had happened, he would make sure she was properly cared for once the situation had been dealt with.

He then met Julia’s eyes, and again as he expected she was harder to read. He could see the worry in those bright blue eyes. She was older than Hannah and had more control of her emotions, though he knew her well enough to know that though she was stoic, she needed tender care just as much as Hannah. He ran his fingers through her smooth hair, petting her head as he did so.

After a few moments of studying their faces, he began to walk in a slow circle around them. He knew that they were worried, and had therefore been very naughty somehow, so he was worried they might have been hurt. Their well being was his biggest rule and they both knew from experience that any time they were reckless or unsafe, he would react severely. So as he walked around them, he carefully examined every inch of them, looking for bruises or cuts or band-aids. To his relief he found nothing. As he came back around to face them he finally spoke with a stern tone. “It’s clear you girls have some explaining to do this evening. So then, please tell me about your day. I’m eager to hear the story of how you two decided to greet me like this today.”

He resisted the urge to smile as the two girls glanced at each other nervously and kept the hard look on his face. Hannah ceded the lead to Julia with a reluctant nod and Hannah took a deep breath, “Sir, sissy and I were playing in the poolhouse today…but we had forgotten our towels before we went in.. so.. İvedik Escort well… we had to run back to our bedrooms wet and naked…”, she trailed off knowing what was next.

At which point John said, “So, two rules so far and you have only just begun your story. Hannah, tell me the rules about the poolhouse.”

Hannah gulped and said in a shaky voice, “Swimming in the nude is not allowed unless you give us permission Sir. And no tracking pool water in the main house.”

John nodded and continued, “Right you are my dear girl. Now then, I hardly think that is the end of it. Continue ladies.” John folded his arms as he watched the girls exchange glances again. Those two rules were minor and he knew if that were the whole story they would not be nearly so nervous right now.

Julia continued reluctantly, “We were excited, Sir. We had a great time in the pool together and we were both full of energy, so we decided to race to the bedrooms. But when we were half-way there, we got tangled up with each other and slipped. My hip bumped into your office door Sir, and it flung open. The breeze from it flung several papers off your desk and onto the floor… I’m so sorry Sir, I never meant for that to happen.”

John stood very still. As Hannah cut in too. the tears in her eyes now very close to spilling over onto her cheeks. “It was my fault, Sir. I was trying to push past her. I made us fall. I’m so sorry!”

John was trying to think about what had been on his desk as he fought to remain calm. The financial analysis for next month’s meeting with the CEO. Those papers had been arranged in a very specific order. That was going to be one hell of a headache. He took a deep breath and resolved to focus on the task at hand. “Julia, I get the feeling there is more to the story. Please continue.”

They both gave him a shocked look because he had not pointed out the rules they had broken before asking them to continue. He was nothing if not consistent, and he saw that his breaking from the usual procedure only made them both much more nervous. Julia continued, “Well Sir…we uh…we sort of…panicked. We saw the papers flying and rushed in to save them.” John’s stomach tightened as she continued. “We started grabbing papers to put them back without thinking about the fact that we were still wet. An-“

John put up his hand and Julia quit speaking. “I want you both in position in the corner right now.” With that, he turned towards his office. He needed to assess the situation himself, and give himself time to calm down. He knew they would do as they were told. He got to his office and found small puddles of water on the floor, there was water on the desk, and several papers were wet. His neat stacks were shuffled and mismatched. He found that he would need to reprint all the wet data sheets, as well as do a good deal of reorganizing. It would set him back a week at least. He stayed in his office just thinking for thirty minutes.

He kicked himself for not locking his office door. That had been the real mistake here. Worse was the fact he knew the girls did not see it that way. They had been very naughty, yes, but he had not locked the door. The only upside was that it made it easier to control his temper, because he could not really be mad at them, or at least not as mad as they expected him to be. Still, if they had followed his rules this would not have happened and they are not children. It was a mistake to not lock the office, but he should not have to just to keep his work undisturbed. He may not be mad at them, but this needed to be dealt with, severely. It could not happen again.

Now it was time for their punishment, so he walked back to the living room and found his girls standing in the corner. Their legs were spread wide, and their hands rested on their heads. He spoke in a deep, assertive tone.

“Turn around girls,” he commanded. They both turned quickly but kept their pose. John said, “Is there anything else you girls wish to say before I deal with your blatant disregard for my rules?”

They looked at each other and Hannah said, “We’re so sorry Sir, and we know we deserve to be severely punished.”

John folded his arms and said, “Well I’m glad we agree. You can be sure you’re both going to get exactly what you have earned. Now, both of you come with me.” He led the girls through the house to his bedroom, then shut the door once they were inside and told them both in a stern voice. “Kneel girls.” They immediately dropped to their knees, both of them looking nervous. “You girls know my rules and you chose to break several of them today. You know how I deal with naughty girls in this house, so I expect İvedik Escort Bayan both of you to give me no trouble during your punishment. Is that clear young ladies?”

As he was talking he was opening the closet door and pulling out a small cart with a sheet over the top. He pulled back the sheet to reveal the assortment of implements and other tools on the cart at about the same time as he finished speaking. The girls were looking at the collection nervously as they said in unison, “Yes Sir.”

He nodded and pulled his stool into the center of the room, just in front of the foot of the bed and sat. He then looked at Julia and said, “I want that naughty bottom over my lap young lady, now.” He watched with a stern gaze as she crawled to where he sat and draped herself over his lap, her torso resting on the foot of the bed. He adjusted her to his liking, with her bottom right in the center of his lap, exposed and ready to be dealt with. He then looked at Hannah and said, “Come here little girl, kneel right here by my side and watch what is about to happen to your bottom.”

She bit her bottom lip and crawled to his side where she had a close-up view of her sister’s bottom. They were not actually related, but they got along wonderfully and were sisters in submission. Satisfied his girls were both positioned properly, John placed his hand on Julia’s bottom and began to rub gently as he spoke. “You know what I expect from you young lady.”

John heard Julia take a deep breath and say, “I’m sorry I’ve disrespected your rules, Sir. Please spank my bottom very hard so I might improve my behavior.”

John felt his need twitch again in his pants. These girls had such a potent effect on him. He patted her bottom a couple more times, then raised his hand, pausing for a moment to let Julia stew in her anticipation before bringing it down hard on her exposed skin. He settled into a rhythm right away, bringing his hand down again and again in rapid succession to each cheek in turn. He glanced over to Hannah and saw the fear in her eyes as she watched her sister’s bottom steadily grow pink. John kept his eye on the time and after two minutes of spanking Julia’s bottom, he switched to focus on her thighs.

Over the next two minutes, John did not break his quick hard smacking cadence and made sure that Julia’s thighs, from where they met her bottom down to about halfway to her knees, were the same shade of red as her bottom. When he stopped, Julia was breathing heavier, but she had made an effort as she always did to stay quiet. That, he thought, would change before he was through with her tonight.

He patted her bottom and said, “Switch places with your sister, naughty girl.”

Julia got up quickly and knelt by his side, watching as her more timid sister nervously laid herself over John’s lap. She then took the spot Hannah had just been kneeling in and waited. John adjusted Hannah on his lap just as he had Julia, and said, “Hannah, what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”

Hannah stiffened on his lap and said in a very small voice. “I’m sorry I disrespected your rules, Sir. And I deeply regret messing up your work. Please give me a good hard spanking to teach me a lesson.”

Again he lifted his hand and brought it down hard on the small bottom in front of him. He set out to give Hannah the same warmup that Julia had just received, laying the smacks in hard and fast. This time, it took only one minute for Hannah to start whimpering with each smack, her breathing was heavy and he could hear the sniffles starting as he switched to her thighs. Hannah was not as experienced with spankings as Julia. And when the punishing smacks began to pepper her tender thighs, she began to squeal and squeak. But John was not about to go easy on her. He continued to land smack after smack up and down her legs as he said, “You two are in for a very long night. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in this house, do I make myself clear?”

The last two minutes were up just as he finished speaking, and he rubbed Hannah’s bottom gently as they both said, “Yes sir, we’re sorry sir.”

John patted Hannah’s bottom lightly and said, “Alright Hannah, you may get up and kneel where you were. Julia, bring me the hairbrush and get back across my lap.”

Julia started crawling towards the cart of implements as Hannah slowly eased herself off of his lap. John let his gaze linger over the girls as they diligently obeyed him. Julia’s bottom was a dark pink and the sight of it jiggling slightly as she crawled made him ache with need. Hannah was biting her lip and sniffling softly as she knelt at his side. Her cheeks were flushed with Escort İvedik embarrassment, and the total effect was completely adorable. Julia came back with a large wooden hairbrush in her mouth and John took it and smacked it against his palm with a loud SLAP! And then patted his thigh with his eyes locked on Julia. She promptly draped herself over his lap once again.

John held the brush in front of Hannah’s face and said, “Open girl.”

Hannah obediently opened her mouth, but her eyes were wide. John would have bet Julia’s eyes were pretty wide too. They had been expecting him to move right on to the brush, but now it was clear there was more to come before they moved on. John patted Julia’s bottom, satisfied that they were both starting to get how serious their misbehavior was. He began rubbing Julia’s bottom gently, taking note of the warmth in her skin. Julia was beginning to lose her composure, her muscles tensing, and her breathing grew less controlled. He knew that was one of the worst parts of a punishment for her, she hated losing her cool. But the humiliation was an important part of the process, and she’d made her bed, and now she was going to lie in it.

John lifted his hand and aimed for her tender pink thighs, then brought it down on her nearest leg. The force and sting got a small yelp out of her this time, and when the next landed on her other leg an instant later, she yelped again. Her cries became steadily more frantic as he brought his hand down over and over on her reddening skin. His pace was quick and relentless, his pattern started with the lowest part of her thighs, then worked slowly up to the top of her bottom, and back down. Her legs started to kick and her hips began to wiggle as the time ticked past a minute of nonstop spanks.

Her chest was starting to heave as her sobs started. John glanced at Hannah without missing a beat and she was biting down hard on the hairbrush in her mouth, staring at her sister’s very red bottom with wide eyes. Another quick glance at the clock told him Julia’s poor bottom was now at three minutes of continuous punishment, so he switched tactics. He stopped alternating cheeks and started spanking only her right cheek and thigh. He kept like this going for thirty seconds and noted with some satisfaction that he’d managed to fit 62 smacks into that time. Then he switched to the other side for the last thirty seconds.

By the time he was done, Julia’s yelps were loud and frantic. Her legs kicked wildly and she was gripping the sheets on the bed for all she was worth to keep from putting her hand over her burning tushy. He began gently caressing her red hot skin, taking his time to offer some comfort as she softly sobbed over his lap. He would glance at Hannah every few moments and see her breathing in deep, nervous breaths as she knew her turn was so close. Julia calmed down a little and John patted her thigh, “Spread your legs girl, nice and wide.”

Julia whispered a soft, “Ye-yes Sir,” and opened her legs almost to a full split. He let his fingers drift over her inner thigh, and found her warm opening was dripping sweet juices.

He grinned and turned to Hannah who was watching his fingers stroke and caress her sister, “Your partner in crime is dripping down her legs, honey. Am I going to find the same thing when I put you over my lap naughty girl?”

Hannah gulped and squirmed in her spot, she whimpered and tried to answer through the brush in her mouth and it was just so cute. He reached out and took the brush out of her mouth. She said in a quivery voice, “Yes Sir, this naughty girl is dripping wet too.”

John found Julia’s hooded pearl and began circling it slowly with his fingertip. Hannah had not taken her eyes off of her sister’s wet opening, and now had a hungry look in her eyes. But after a few teasing twirls, John quickly drew his hand back and landed a hard slap on the inner thigh just an inch from Julia’s pussy. Hannah jumped, and Julia shrieked, whimpering as the sting lingered.

“This is a punishment, girls. I think it’s time you girls grasp the seriousness of your actions. Hannah, get me the plugs and the bottle from the cart.”

Julia stiffened over his lap, and Hannah turned beet red as she turned and crawled to the cart. He again let himself enjoy the view he had of her wiggling, shapely pink bottom as she crawled away from him. She came back, shuffling on her knees since her hands were full, and he was aching for her as he watched her full breasts sway. She handed him the plugs and the bottle with shaky hands, and he set the bottle and one plug on Julia’s back. She knew full well to hold still and not let them fall. He lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her bottom once to test her resolve and she held perfectly still. He looked at Hannah and said, “You girls know I don’t use my punishment ointment very often, I’ve told you my rules about the office are extremely important. Now you’re going to feel some extreme consequences.”

to be continued.

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Mia , Martin – Beat the Clock

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It was the fall of 2005.

At the start of our sophomore year of university Mia rented an apartment off campus with her good friend Isabella. I started seeing less of her as we were both very busy adjusting to a new school year. After a hectic few weeks I was excited to spend time with Mia in her new home. Isabella was going to be away all weekend, Mia and I would have the whole place to ourselves.

When I arrived Friday night Mia was in the process of doing her laundry. Mia looked cute dressed in casual clothes, flip flops, track pants and a ripped t-shirt. I was accustomed to seeing her in fashionable outfits she meticulously put together, I enjoyed getting a peak behind the curtain. I offered to help her carry her laundry basket downstairs to the basement laundry room but she declined. Instead she told me to throw all my clothes into her laundry basket. I began to comment that my clothes were clean and didn’t need washing but Mia gave me a frustrated look followed by two snaps of her fingers. The message was clear, shut up and obey.

So I stripped down completely naked, tossing every piece of clothing into Mia’s basket. I stood awkwardly in Mia’s hallway, it was not the first time I’d been naked in front of her but it felt strange. Mia looked me up and down, smiled and walked out the door, telling me to make myself at home. My first thought was to sit down and turn on the TV but Mia’s brand new white sofa and the large window in the living room made me reconsider. So I walked into the kitchen and started washing the stack of dishes in the sink. When Mia returned she commented on my doing the dishes, telling me to start the prep for dinner when I was finished, smacking my bare bum with her hand.

Mia walked into the living room sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. With dinner on the go and a spotless kitchen I walked into the living room, making sure to keep clear of the large window. Mia had placed a red blanket on the couch, she patted the seat beside her, inviting me to join. I nervously motioned to the window.

“Someone might see me.” I worried out loud.

Annoyed, Mia stood up walked to the window and pulled up her ripped t-shirt exposing her wonderfully perky breasts with pierced pencil eraser nipples. I instantly hardened at the site of her bare breasts. She lowered her shirt, walked over to me and took my hand, leading me to the couch. We snuggled on the couch watching HBO, me completely naked with Mia fully clothed. Mia teased me with her feet before and during dinner, reaching under the table to tickle my exposed cock with her toes.

I did my best to will my erection down when Mia left to collect our laundry. Being completely naked in an unfamiliar situation didn’t help, and my erection remained. I assisted Mia in the folding of laundry upon her return. As the basket began to empty I realized that none of my clothes were there.

“My clothes are missing!” I shouted. Thinking someone in the building had stolen them.

“I know.” Mia calmly replied. “I have your clothes but don’t worry, you won’t need them this weekend.”

Mia explained that I would remain naked until Sunday as she stepped out of her track pants and peeled off her t-shirt over her head.

“You don’t need clothes, do you?.” She asked, standing stark naked in front of me.

Mia’s naked body was tight and toned, she had a firm flat stomach with a deep sunken belly button. Her collar bones protruded slightly from her thin frame. Mia’s body was decorated with several beautiful tattoos. She had a dark tan left over from the recent summer, her lack of tan lines revealed her habit of sunbathing naked. As I admired her body, it was easy for me to understand why she felt so comfortable being nude.

She ran both hands down my hairy chest, across my stomach, cupping Demetevler Escort my balls while lightly stroking my erection, teasing my drooling cock head. Mia led me to the shower, stepping under the water she began to soap herself up. I excitedly stepped in after her, helping her to clean her flawless body. As we washed each other Mia produced a razor, showing me her grooming technique, shaving all the hair from her body except a small tuft above her pussy. Handing me the pink razor, Mia instructed me to remove all my body hair, before stepping out on to the bathmat, wrapping herself in a towel, and walking out the door.

It wasn’t easy physically or psychologically but I eventually managed to remove the hair from my legs, chest, underarms and pubes. Looking in the mirror as I dried myself I wondered what I had done. My body looked so different, I was amazed at the transformation. I walked into the living room without a towel, showing off my work to a smirking Mia. She had dressed. I found I was no longer concerned about the giant window, feeling somehow more confident in my body. Liking what she saw, Mia invited me to sit beside her, she ran her hands across my smooth skin.

“Much better.” She declared.

To reward me for my obedience Mia began to stroke my hard cock with her feet. I’d always had a foot fetish and Mia’s were heavenly. Her slender feet had long toes, cascading in length in perfect proportion. Her nails were nicely painted in a shade matching her underwear. They were soft and smelled as sweet as she did. I struggled to hold back a flood of cum and failed. Blasting several ropes of thick cum across Mia’s toes after only a few seconds

“Martin! We’ve talked about this, stamina is important.” Mia scolded.

I thought about making an excuse, blaming the strange circumstances or the hours of teasing for my quick performance but instead I just nodded. Mia moved her cum covered toes to my mouth. I knew better than to refuse, greedily cleaning her feet with my tongue. Hoping her sweet smelling toes would offset the tangy salty taste of my cum.

After an hour I had nearly forgotten I was naked. Mia put on music, we danced together, played silly games and laughed. Mia showed off her strength and flexibility by contorting her body, lifting herself off the floor using her hands. Mia challenged me to do the same, I surprised her and myself by nailing it on my second try. There I was, totally naked, my legs suspended in the air with my cock on display when the door to Mia’s apartment opened.

“Whoa!” shouted Isabella, Mia’s roommate.

She looked at me in disbelief as I collapsed on to the floor from my awkward position. I scampered to my feet exposing myself further in the process, before running as fast as I could into the bathroom. I slammed the bathroom door behind me. My heart was racing, I looked in the mirror, my face was flushed. Through the door I could hear Mia and Isabella talking.

“Hey, what happened to your plans?” Mia asked

“It was a disaster, I don’t want to talk about it.” Isabella replied. “But I feel bad, I didn’t mean to interrupt your fun. Was that Martin? Why was he naked?”

“Yeah, that’s Martin, he’s naked because I hid his clothes. And the fun doesn’t have to stop. Martin!” Mia yelled, “Get out here and say hello.”

In a panic I looked around the bathroom for a robe or a towel to cover myself but every hook was empty. The cupboard under the sink held only cleaning supplies and the shower was encased in glass.

I cracked open the door peeking my head out.

“Hi” I said.

“Get over here.” Mia demanded, pointing to a spot on the floor.

To my horror my cock was fully hard. I opened the door further, stepping out into the living room with my hands Escort Demetevler covering my genitals. As I approached, Isabella never took her eyes off my naked body.

Mia made a swishing motion with her hand, instructing me to move my hands out of the way.

As I did both Mia and Isabella giggled at the sight of my hairless body and erect penis.

“Hi.” I said once again, hoping this would be a quick conversation.

“Hello to you.” Isabella replied “Are you cold?”

I blushed deeply, making both roommates laugh once again.

Isabella was tall and beautiful, she was putting herself through school by picking up local modeling gigs. She hoped one day to make it to NYC. Her looks were intimidating to a nerdy guy like me. I couldn’t shake the feeling I had seen her before. She wore tight black pants and a cool leather jacket with patches of different bands sewn on to the back. She brushed back her long dark hair and removed her jacket to reveal a tight black tank top underneath. Isabella was stacked, her heaving breasts strained against the thin material threatening to spill out at any moment.

We all ended up relaxing on the couch, with Mia to my right and Isabella to my left. I sat between them as they chatted, I was still not wearing a stitch of clothing. Isabella was curious, asking many questions about our arrangement. The more she learned the more interested she became.

“So, he will do whatever you tell him?” Isabella asked.

I nodded and Mia confirmed. “That’s the basic idea, sometimes he needs a bit of prodding.”

“Up!” Mia commanded. I quickly jumped to my feet.

I stood fully naked in front of both women, who moved closer together on the couch. My heart sank when Isabella commented,

“It’s a shame he’s not more athletic.”

Mia instantly agreed, stating “I know, he’s definitely not my type. He’s a work in progress.”

“Sure.” Isabella said, “But what can you do about his little cock, that’s not enough for me.”

“He is small.” Mia confirmed, her words immediately tearing away my new found confidence.

My face felt like it was on fire, I can only imagine the crimson blush which spread across my body. One would think such talk might be a boner killer but my stubborn erection somehow stiffened. Up to that point I had never considered myself small, but I knew I wasn’t large.

“What’s he like in bed?” Isabella gossiped as if I wasn’t even there.

“I wouldn’t know, we’ve never had sex.” Mia took a moment to watch me squirm before adding. “He’s quite talented with he tongue though. That’s mostly why I keep him around.”

“Oh?” Isabella said, reconsidering her opinion.

“He can be a lot of fun” Mia offered, “But at the moment he’s having a stamina problem.”

Disappointment spread across Isabella’s face. “Damn, that’s a deal breaker for me.”

“Totally agree, stamina is very important.” Mia looked me right in the eye as she repeated those words.

“He likes to lick my feet.” Mia told her roommate.

Mia lifted up her slender foot, wiggling her toes at me. I knelt down in front of her. She pressed her feet into my face covering it with both her soles.

“Lick.” She told me.

I happily obliged. Licking Mia’s soft soles, bathing her feet with my tongue. I took my time, licking between each of her long toes.

“Ewwwwww!” Isabella reacted, diving into the couch.

Despite her reaction Isabella couldn’t help but watch.

“Do you want to try it?” Mia asked her friend. “It feels nice.”

“Really?” Isabella asked, burying her face in a pillow. “Yes.” Came the muffled reply.

Isabella slipped off her boots and rolled her socks into a ball. Isabella’s feet were larger than Mia’s with a round big toe and a much Demetevler Escort Bayan longer second toe. Her nails were unpolished and her feet smelled like she had been running around all day. Isabella lifted her right foot to my mouth. I felt conflicting emotions, on the one hand this was the hottest situation I’d ever been a part of, but on the other, up until that point Mia had been the only woman I’d been with.

Mia was not conflicted in the slightest.

“Lick” She commanded.

So I began to bathe Isabella’s feet with my tongue. I breathed in the smell and enjoyed the salty taste of her sweat. I pushed my tongue between each of her toes, sucking on her big toe and long second toe like a tiny penis. Isabella began to rotate her hips on the couch, becoming much more active in placing her toes in my mouth. I could tell she was enjoying the experience. While I gave her friend my attention, Mia began to stroke my cock with her bare feet. My mind went into overdrive, I could have cum that instant but I kept repeating, “Stamina is important,” in my head over and over again. My cock was engorged, veins pulsed and bulged under the surface. My cock head dripped with clear liquid, which Mia spread on her toes to use as lube. As her toes slickly glided up and down my cock I found it even more difficult to resist the urge to cum.

Mia got an idea. “We’re going to test your stamina. You’ve got to beat the clock, if you can last ten minutes without cumming we’ll give you a reward.”

Lasting ten minutes was going to be tough, I was already on the edge. I was harder than I had ever been in my entire life. But I was determined, I wanted to show Mia I had stamina, I wanted to prove myself in front of Isabella and I definitely wanted a reward. Mia started the stopwatch on her digital watch and began stroking my dick with tremendous speed. The soles of her soft feet rocked up and down my shaft. It felt amazing, but I really believed I would hold out, mind over matter I told myself.

And maybe I would have if Isabella had not decided to join in. She reached over with her feet to caress my balls with her long toes, I instantly exploded all over both their feet. Coating them with jet after jet of greasy pale cum. I groaned out loud as I made eye contact with Mia, her face said it all, two minutes thirty four seconds.

I dutifully cleaned my cum off both their feet with my mouth. An act which seemed to arouse Isabella in an unexpected way.

“Fuck!” Isabella moaned as she began rubbing her soaked pussy through her pants.

Mia gave her friend a knowing look, “Want to go cool off?”

Isabella bit her lower lip and nodded. Mia stood up, followed by Isabella and myself. Mia pushed me down on to the couch.

“Sorry,” she said without an ounce or remorse. “You already had your fun. Stamina is important, if only you hadn’t blown your load you could have joined us.”

Mia left me with instructions to wait on the couch, before disappearing into the bathroom with Isabella. I craned my neck to look behind me when I heard the shower turn on. The bathroom door was left half open, I could see a reflection of the shower in the mirror. Mia and Isabella stripped down before hopping into the shower. Mia kissed Isabella passionately on the lips, pressing their naked bodies together. The two friends made out under the warm water. Mia pressed her face into Isabella’s large breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other before going back to the first. Mia’s tongue followed the dripping water down Isabella’s flat stomach to her bald pussy. As Mia expertly ate Isabella out, her friend moaned loudly. Isabella gripped the tile walls, trying to hold on as her knees buckled with a powerful orgasm.

Once again they kissed passionately under the stream of warm water. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. I strained to get a better view as they moved, I slid to the far end of the couch. From there I could see Isabella starting to go down on Mia. Mia’s eyes locked on to mine as she watched me watch her in the reflection. I jealously enjoyed every sexy moment until the mirror fogged up.

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Old Uncle Jack Visits Ch. 02

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I woke on Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement. I knew last night’s action would have consequences, repercussions. I lay with my back to Anna thinking about what had happened, how turned on I had been, how forward… how slutty my wife had been. Our sex life was not usually like this. Last night I came, explosively, just as she suggested that I should suck Jack’s big cock, that I would scream “like a little bitch” if he fucked me. She had sat on my face and reached her orgasm as I licked my seamen from inside her. As we fell asleep, my face was slimy with our juices. All this felt deviant, dirty, wildly exciting. Last night she was radiant and forceful — more beautiful and sexy that ever — and I felt more myself and more vulnerable than ever.

As I lay there wide awake, I tried to stay still, not to wake Anna. My little penis was hard as a stone. As the minutes ticked slowly by, all sorts of scenarios ran through my addled brain — things I had never thought of or fantasised about before.

Then Anna began to stir. She spooned into my back, pressing herself against me. Her hand reached slowly around me, playing over my chest, my stomach and downwards. I tensed up, my body going rigid, as it sought out my penis. Anna laughed lightly as her fingers found my little erection and held me lightly.

“Good morning dirty little man. Been thinking about Jack and his monster cock?”

“No!”

“Don’t lie to me Timmy. It’s quite natural for a man with a little penis to be in awe of a man with a huge cock.”

I was silent. Anna never spoke like this. What was going on? What was she after? Was it a game, a tease, or was she serious? I was anxious and humiliated and fantastically excited, so close to ejaculating as her finger tips played across me.

“It’s OK Timmy. Don’t be ashamed,” she said kindly. “I bet his cock is… beautiful. I certainly want it. Imagine being filled by that, when you are used to a twig. I’ll teach you to suck it really well. Would you like that? Maybe he’ll fuck you in the arse.”

“Anna, I’m not gay. I don’t want to suck Jack’s cock, and I don’t want him to fuck me. It’s just it’s so big, and he’s so… aggressive… and… he wants you and you say you want him… What is going on Anna?”

“Of course, I know you’re not gay Tim. You’re my gorgeous, loving, good husband. But that doesn’t mean we can’t try a big cock like Jack’s. It’s OK to want it. Don’t be ashamed. I want to see you on your knees before your uncle, your superior, sexually speaking. It’s just the way it is, a fact of life. In the cock department, he’s a God and you are… well, a little mortal man, a boy really. Imagine how exciting that would be to give pleasure to him. I want him too, Timmy. I want to experience that sort of man, that sort of cock. I’m your wife, and I’ll always love you. But that cock. I have to try it. Do you understand?”

Anna didn’t wait for me to answer. She wasn’t really asking permission, just explaining things to me, trying to make the blow softer. But not too soft. The way she was talking — always telling me I was little, calling me Timmy — was humiliating, deliberately so. I hated it, but I loved it too. It was new in our relationship, and I was panicked, sacred and hugely thrilled. I actually felt a little sick in the pit of my stomach, but I was so, so turned on. As Batıkent Escort all this rushed through me, Anna took control again. I suddenly felt a finger press into my crack in search for my hole.

“Anna! No… please… don’t…”

Before I could wriggle away, Anna pressed into me firmly. My anal ring gave, and long finger entered me smoothly and deeply. I gasped, grunted, almost barked out, and came instantly, furiously. The feelings were so intense, leaving me out of breath and trembling.

“There, there Timmy. That was nice, wasn’t it? It’s ok, my sweet little man. Just go with this. You’re so keyed up, aren’t you? Talk about premature… you’re quicker than ever. I bet Uncle Jack can last for hours.”

With each twitch and spurt of my penis, my arsehole clamped onto Anna’s finger. My orgasm went on and on. I sighed girlishly and my whole body went limp. Anna, my beloved wife, had just raped me with her finger. I might have cried, I was angry with her. But once again, she took the initiative.

Anna kept her finger in me for another minute or two, stretching me, pressing against my prostate and milking every last drop out of me. The hand that has been at my cock came up to my mouth and fed me my ejaculate a little at a time. We lay there cuddling a while. I never went soft. My little penis stayed rigid. What had just happened clearly wasn’t rape. Wrapped in her arms, I was content and ready to face the day.

Eventually, we got out of bed. My penis just would not go down. It stuck out, bobbing about ridiculously. Anna teased me and flicked at it hard with her finger nail, making me squeal again.

“Timmy, you’re turning into an eager little slut.”

As I came out of the shower, Anna was at the sink brushing her hair to a high shine. She motioned me over and pointed out of the side window, which overlooked the terrace and pool.

Jack was already out by the pool. He lay on a lounger sunbathing. He was completely naked.

“Put your Speedos on, the really tight green ones, and take breakfast out to him,” Anna said. “Eggs, toast, juice, coffee and the paper. The works.”

I rushed down to make Jack breakfast. Amazingly, I was calm, and for the first time that morning, my penis relented and softened. I managed not to spill or break anything. I found a vase and put a flower in it, as I would if treating Anna to breakfast on her birthday. A cut rose for Jack. Anna did say “the works”.

As I emerged into the sunlight, the enormity of what I was about to do struck me. My knees went weak and my little penis became painfully rigid again. I had to stop and put the tray down before I dropped it. I was about to serve breakfast to a naked old man, my Uncle Jack, who was lounging there with his huge cock ostentatiously on show. I was dressed in my briefest trunks, showing off my little nub of an erection. The message, the situation, was unmistakable. By taking him breakfast out by the pool, I was telling Jack that he, with his big cock, was my superior, that I would serve him in my home and that he was welcome to have my beautiful wife. I had no doubt about this and as it dawned on me again what I was doing, I pushed through my doubts. I tried to adjust my penis to minimise the little tent, but it was impossible and I gave up. I looked up at the bathroom window where Anna stood, smiling. She blew me a kiss. I steadied myself, took a deep breath, picked up the tray and walked on out Batıkent Escort Bayan to the pool.

“Morning Tim,” came Jack’s bellowing voice. “Breakfast! That’s kind of you. Put it here.”

He pointed to a low table beside the lounger.

“Thank you.”

I bent to put the tray down, and straightened up. There was not seat for me, so I stood, towering over him, with my little penis sticking out. He lay back, relaxed as can be taking in the sight of me. My slim tall body, almost hairless, tanned and fit, but with a boy’s penis where a man’s cock should be. I was struck dumb – not sure what to say or do. I’m not sure I had a thought in my head. I was pure sensation, the slight breeze against the back of my legs, the sunlight on my chest and right cheek. I had my eyes closed against the sun for a while. Then I opened them, carefully looking at his face, and not at his cock.

“Sleep well?” he asked. He had slight sneer on his face, all arrogance and some malice. But our conversation was polite, mundane.

“Yes. And you?”

“Fine, fine. Gorgeous home you have here Tim. You must be very proud.”

As we chatted, Jack shifted in his chair. He spread his legs wide. His right knee, the one furthest from me, came up and the sole of the foot planted itself flat on the lounger. His other leg opened to the side until the sole was flat on the terrace’s flag stones. A classic pornographer’s pose, displaying his cock in all its heavy glory.

“You and Anna got any plans today Tim.”

“No. Nothing particular.”

My eyes left his grinning old man’s face and slowly moved down his body – worn and ugly, but so powerful. The skin on his thick, strong neck was saggy and wrinkled, and seemed to gather at the bottom of his neck bringing to mind a turtle. The heavy hard deltoid muscles on his shoulders were clearly defined and the relaxed arms at his side were thick, heavy and muscular. Below a protruding collar bone, his chest was enormous – the pectorals hard and pronounced, covered in a heavy matting of brown, grey and white hair. Underneath the hair were clearly visible scars, and big dark moles and skin blemishes. The skin, again, was loose and he had stretch marks. His abdominal muscles were heavy and distinct, even as he lay there at ease. I looked past his groin quickly to his stringy legs, muscled and veined, ugly with knots, like old branches. And then I looked up again. There it was. His huge, lolling cock.

“That’s good, very good. We can spend the day by the pool, catching up. Maybe a barbecue later? I love streak.”

I was staring openly now.

“Yes a barbecue. That would be nice,” I said stupidly.

Our chat cut off. No pretence was needed now. I was just going to stare at the monster between Uncle Jack’s splayed legs.

It was bigger that I could possibly have imagined; as long as my forearm and, at the head, as broad and bulbous as a fist. It sprouted out of a heavy white pubic bush and curved down to rest on the plastic of the lounger, way down by his knee. It was veined and misshapen in places. There was nothing smooth or graceful about this cock. It was like a cudgel. Jack’s hand reached down slowly and hefted the cock over his thigh pointing its heavy, blunt tip towards me. This exposed the big pendulous scrotum. I took it all in, every vein and ridge and sag of skin, the great curve of it, the obvious weight. It was tremendous. I know it’s a cliché, Escort Batıkent but this was a weapon , something you could do real harm with.

“What do you think?”

“It’s amazing.”

Uncle Jack took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly and firmly, five or six times. It didn’t get hard, but then it was never really soft.

“Emily, your Mama, loved this cock. You know, I used to fuck her from time to time, just to keep her from despairing and leaving your dad. And I think Anna will like it too.”

“It’s huge,” I added, another idiotic and unnecessary comment. I was in a daze.

“Tim, I’m going to fuck Anna. I know she wants it. She kissed me like a slut on heat last night. Do you mind?”

I said nothing.

“Come closer.”

I moved towards Jack.

“Show me what you have.”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to show him my penis. He could see it anyway, through my trunks.

“Do it Timmy. Don’t make me get up and strip you.”

I did as I was told. I pulled my Speedos to my knee and stood back up for inspection

“Is this it? Your manhood?”

He laughed out, a loud barking, taunting laugh. I was as hard as I had ever been. In my humiliation and excitement, my penis was as big as it had ever been.

“It’s tiny Timmy. No wonder Anna is so desperate.”

Suddenly Anna’s voice rang out.

“Tim, there’s a call from work. Some kind of emergency.”

“I’ve got to go, Uncle Jack. Sorry.”

“No problem Timmy. I’m sure Anna and I will have a fine old time. Thanks for the breakfast.”

I pulled my Speedos up and rushed to meet Anna in the kitchen. We stood opposite each other in silence for a few seconds. Anna opened her arms to me and I went to her, burying my face in her warm, elegant neck and pressing my erect penis into her thigh, hugging her hard.

“It’s OK my Timmy. I’ll be fine, and I’ll tell you everything when you get back. There’s nothing to worry about at all, do you understand? This isn’t going to change a thing. Uncle Jack is going to have me and… there really isn’t anything you can do about that. It’s going to be really great fun, for all of us. You’ll see. Trust me on this.”

She pulled me close and we kissed, deeply, wetly, as if we were about to make love, as if she were hungry for me. She was hot and sexy, but I was heading off to work, leaving her in the hands of my Uncle Jack.

“Now, off you go Timmy. Call me when you’re on the way home.”

Three hours or so later, I was at work in the main meeting room, pouring over some printouts from our plant in China with three colleagues. Our latest product run had produced a fault. It was going to be a long day. We had to re-issue the specification before the end of the day to avoid a massive loss on one of our key new products.

My mobile phone throbbed in my pocket. It was a message from Anna.

I stepped away from the desk and took out my phone. I opened the message. Across the large screen, a picture opened up. It showed Anna’s beautiful face covered in streams of cum – it was in her hair, on her forehead, one eye was forced shut by a huge glob, it hung off her nose and chin, streamed down her cheeks. Her mouth hung open slackly, revealing a mouth full of sperm. Her face was turned up to the camera, a look of almost religious rapture across it. Uncle Jack had obviously taken the picture. At the bottom of the picture you could see the still-bubbling head of his enormous cock, held adoringly in Anna’s two hands and pressed tightly to the side of her neck.

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Nylon Lover Ch. 1

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Note: This story is true, with very little embellishment. It starts at the beginning, and follows my life long sexual tendencies, practices, etc. I hope you find it interesting – I sure did!!

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My earliest recollection of nylons is when I was very young (early 50’s). My Aunt Helen, who lived with us, worked as a secretary at a trucking company, and as such, always wore dresses or skirts to work. I remember that when she got home from work, she’d sit on the couch and take her stockings and high heels off, and leave them there until she went to bed.

I was fascinated with her legs, and I still remember exactly what they looked (and felt)like-she had great legs! She would hike her skirt up above the tops of her stockings, and unclip the clasps on her garter belt, and then roll her sheer nylons down her legs, placing them in her shoes. Being as young as I was, it was no big deal that I’d consistently watch her, and on occasion, even catch a glimpse up her skirt or dress.

Once in awhile, I’d run up to her to greet her, and hug her around her legs. I’d rub her stocking clad thighs until she made me stop. I’m sure that this is what hooked me! I simply loved the texture of the sheer, slick nylon on her legs, and never got enough of feeling them. She always warned me not to cause a run in her nylons, and I think that was probably why I developed a dislike of runs and snags in nylons or pantyhose, which I still hate today. An ugly run is almost as bad as NO nylons at all!

One evening, Aunt Helen fell asleep on the couch, and I did what I’d planned for quite awhile. I snuck in and grabbed her shoes and stockings, and hid with them behind a big recliner chair. I took my own shoes and socks off, and slid the sheer stockings onto my feet and up my legs. WOW!! It was like an electric charge going up my legs, to my crotch! If I didn’t know better, I believe that I had my first orgasm right then, it felt that good!

Well, Aunt Helen woke up and caught me playing, and very sternly told me that I shouldn’t be playing with her clothes, that boys didn’t wear stockings, and that they were very expensive, and I might cause a run in them, at which point she would be very mad at me!

I KNEW they must be expensive, ’cause anything that felt THAT good, MUST be! Anyway, I didn’t do it again, but I did continue to watch the leg show that my Aunt Helen provided me with until she got married and moved out – a very sad day for me!

By now, I was going to Sunday School and church every Sunday, and as you all know, back then, EVERY female older than the age of twelve wore stockings to church, which made sure that I got perfect attendance pins every year! I dearly loved all of the nylon clad leg and thigh that I was able to take in each week!

Since we lived about two blocks from the church, all of my family, aunts, uncles, cousins, stopped by for a visit after church every Sunday. I had two cousins, Becca and Sherry, both about my age, who had gained my interest – both had been wearing nylons for awhile, and I was now their favorite cousin – none Yenikent Escort of the other boys would pay any attention to them, but I always did!

We’d play hide-n-seek, tag, and lots of other games, and I’d always “help” them hide. Somehow, when I’d be covering them up, or pulling things around in front of them, my hands would always come in contact with their nyloned legs. I never tired of feeling them, and they didn’t seem to be catching on, so it went on for quite awhile. Many times, I managed to slide my hand up under their dress, to their stocking tops, garter straps, and once in awhile, bare skin! But, at that time, bare skin held no fascination for me, and I was content to stay on their stockings.

Awhile later, I was in my late teens, something happened that started a new ball rolling. Sherry’s family moved away, and the only ones that showed up after church, were Becca’s family. Her younger brother was about the same age as mine, and they always took off and played by themselves, which left me and Bec’ to amuse ourselves.

Once, she asked if we could play “Doctor Is In” and I said okay. We were in my “club house,” which was in the garage, and she volunteered to be the patient first. She laid down on the floor mat, and I pretended to be the Doc.

“What seems to be the problem, Becca?” I asked, very professionally. “Well Doctor, I have this pain right here…” she said, rubbing her side. Right then, I got my first really good, hard, hard on. “Well, let’s take a look at it, okay?” I said, pulling her dress and slip up….up….up, until it was around her waist.

Even though the pain was in her side, I kept rubbing her legs, from ankles to stocking tops, until she finally stopped me. “What about my pain, Doctor?” she asked impatiently! “Oh, yes, let’s take a look at it,” I said, and ran my hand up under her dress to her ribcage. I rubbed her all over, from her waist up to her bra, and she moaned. “Does it hurt there, Becca?” I asked. “Yes, Doctor, right here,” she said, and moved my hand up to the bottom of her bra.

“Well, let me move this,” I said, and slipped the bra up, baring her right breast to me. It was cute, and I rubbed it. It was very soft, except for the tip, which was hard. I played with it for a few seconds, and she again got impatient with me.

‘Doctor, what about my OTHER pain?” she asked. “Where does it hurt, Becca” I asked. She pointed down to her crotch, and she said “Right here between my legs!” Her panties were very visible to me, since her dress was still above her waist, and she spread her legs for me. I reached up to the waistband of her panties, and started to pull them down…..

“BECCA!! Let’s go, we’re leaving!” My uncle shouted from the back door! We scrambled up, and she ran out of the garage, face flushed. I stayed in the club house, rubbing my hard dick, since it felt so damned good! I pulled it out, and started stroking it. I’d heard sbout jacking off from some of the other guys, and I’d even tried it, with negative results. This time though, after just a few more Yenikent Escort Bayan seconds, I shot a stream of cum across the floor…. two, three, four spurts of juice. I was amazed at what had happened!

Man, I thought I had died and gone to Heaven – nothing I had experienced, had EVER felt that good! And, all because of ‘Becca! I waited two or three days before doing it again, and then I saw up the dress of my teacher, Mrs. Pearson. Dark stocking tops, and a couple of inches of garter straps, and I got an instant hard on!

I couldn’t wait to get home, at which time I grabbed the Sears catalogue, and turned to the stockings page. Plenty to look at there, and I whipped my dick out and started stroking it.

After just a few minutes, looking at the pictures, and thinking about ‘Becca, and I shot my second load! Again, lightning bolts of pleasure assaulted my inexperienced body! I wiped it on my bed sheet, and realized that when I did this again, I’d have to be better prepared!

As you might guess, I couldn’t wait for Becca to show up the next Sunday. I wanted to share my new found activity with her! But, for some reason, she got scared or something, she wouldn’t go to the club house with me. No matter how hard I pleaded or begged, it was no dice! She’s show me plenty of leg, and even let me rub her stockings when no one was around, but she would’nt go to the club house with me. I was broken hearted! I was sure that I was in love with her, and now she wouldn’t even consider being alone with me!

As we grew older, the games stopped, and our relationship no longer flourished. I had plenty of other sources of nyloned leg to gawk at, so ‘Becca wasn’t all that important to me anymore, and besides, I was pissed at her for not coming through for me!

It soon became an obsession for HER, though, as I displayed my disinterest in her. New, shorter skirts, high heels, sheerest stockings, she knew how to get to me, that’s for sure. But, I played it really cool. Oh, I’d always look at the display of nylon encased thigh she showed (I’m no dummy!), and I’d smile at her, but no overt actions on my part at all.

Becca would even on occasion, spread her legs and show me her crotch…. and I’d look, but that was it. Once, we were both in the back seat of her dad’s car going somewhere, and she actually took my hand and placed it on her thigh. I stroked it (I’m no dummy!), loving the way it felt, but that was it! Man, it really pissed her off!

Finally, I’d gotten a job after school, and got my drivers license. Then, I bought a car – a ’56 Ford convertable, from a relative. Paid $140.00 for it, and it ran okay. The top leaked a little, but that didn’t matter – I was King Shit!

Had my own car!

By then, we were both over 18, and a few weeks later, We were all at the house after church, and my aunt asked me if I would take ‘Becca home. They wanted to do something else, and she had a school thing to do with some friends, and had to get home. I hem-hawed around, and finally agreed to do it.

We got in the Escort Yenikent car, and had no sooner pulled away from the curb, when Becca turned towards me in the seat. “Why have you been avoiding me, Rick?” she asked. “It seems I remember YOU avoiding Me awhile back!” I retorted. “We were way too young back then, and you know it!” she said. “And you’re STILL too young!” I spat out, reminding her that at 18, she was a year younger than me!

“Oh, yeah?” she asked. I looked over at her, and she started sliding her skirt up, until it was around her waist – just like it was when we’d played “Doctor” a few years back. There they were again. Her nylon clad legs, up to her bare thighs, garter belt, and now, 3″ high heels added to the mix.

She leaned back in the seat and put her legs up on the seat, her feet in my lap. I put my hand on her nyloned ankle, and moved it up her leg….. until it was on her thigh. Stocking top, and then bare thigh, following the garter strap upward.

Then, and I will never forget the next moment in my life, my hand was on her pussy, and she had NO panties on! It was a feeling like no other, and when I looked at her, she just smiled at me! “I haven’t been wearing panties for 3 or 4 months now, if you’d only noticed!” she said.

My fingers played with her, stroking, rubbing, her legs parted wider. It was a good thing the top was up! One finger in her, then two…. hot….. wet…. tight! WOW!!

Then, we were at her house. We ran inside, and as the door closed, I grabbed her. I kissed her hard – my first girl-kiss! I rubbed her back, her front, and then she pulled away. “Wait!” she ordered. She took two or three steps away from me, and stood there. First one button on her blouse, then another. Soon, the blouse dropped to the floor. Then, with her back to me, her bra joined the blouse. Then, she turned towards me, her arms over her breasts. Then, she dropped her arms. WOW! TITS!! They weren’t huge, didn’t have any sag at all, but they were beautiful!

Hands on skirt. Zipper down. Swish! Skirt hits floor! There she stood – naked except for high heels, sheer stockings, and a white garter belt! Nothing else! That image is still burned in my mind, and it did indeed exemplify what I have since that moment, believed to be the sexiest sight in the world!

She stood there, and I couldn’t move. Finally, she took a step toward me, then another. then…. a loud knock at the front door…. HER CLASS MATES WERE HERE!! She ran for the bedroom, and I picked up her clothes and hid them. I went to the door, and told the two kids there it would be a minute. She was back out in a few minutes, in jeans and a sweater! Her face flushed red, a hot look on her face. She kissed me lightly on the lips, and said…. “Lock up when you leave…” and she was gone!

I went to her room, and dropped her clothes on her bed. Then, I went to her hamper, and looked in. A pair of nylons on top. I took one, and quickly unzipped my pants, I pulled out my dick, and started stroking it, rubbing it with the stocking. Soon, I blasted another hot load of cum, and caught it with the stocking, making sure I got it all soaked up.

I put it back in the hamper, and left the house, locking the door behind me. The trip home left me time to think about what had happened, and all I could think was….. WOW! I couldn’t wait to see Becca again!

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Nina Watches Wendy… Ch. 1

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Nina Watches Wendy In The Woods

This is my first work and the first part of a story, I was Turned on by the work of Ian. H and the “Good relationship” set he wrote, this work is dedicated to Wendy and my fantasy I had about her. This one is for you babe.!

I have just come into the countryside form the big city of London, I needed a rest from the fast pace of London and to get on with my painting, they only gave me 6 months up here so I was determined to make the most of the time I had. The house was an old hall owned by the Tate modern gallery who had brought it as a white elephant after the war they had fixed the place up and it was now used by the gallery for there finest artists as a retreat. That’s how come I’m here.

I decided after lunch that I would go for a walk through the countryside I had spotted a nice wood a few miles down the road when I was driving up here and I thought it would make a good setting for my next painting, so after lunch I got my big art bag out, and my white Artists smock, I never painted with out it, because it allowed me to ware what ever I wanted with out anyone figuring out my secret, that I was a transvestite.

I hadn’t any friends back in London who I could shared my secret with but I don’t want to take any chances I went upstairs to my bedroom I had the choice of 7 as no other artist were here at this time, I found one with an old oak 4 poser bed and a big feather mattress, the room was of a nice size not much in there as way of decoration, but what was there was of the finest oak.

The room smelt of the sent of rose and sandalwood, it had 2 bay windows that went out onto a little balcony, I went outside onto it and looked out across the countryside I could see the wood from up here and a few cottages and a mansion, the sun was beating down It was going to be a fabulous day perfect for painting the warmness of the sun was making me feel horny, I thought about the fields leading to the wood and thought of myself walking through the fields in a summer frock with the wind blowing up my dress and my naked breasts rubbing up and down against the smooth cotton of my summer dress.

My right hand had moved itself down the front of my trousers and into my boxers and was massaging my cock slow and rhythmically in time with the imaginary breasts I was getting hard, very hard and so hot my trousers and shirt were soaked with sweat and my boxer shorts where tight up the crack of my ass, I new I would feel so much better if I could changed but I didn’t have anything female, and I didn’t want to lose the thought and the moment, but it was already lost I was uncomfortable in my clothes and never felt happy being dressed as a man.

My family don’t understand my father is very high up in the church and my mother a leading figure in politics, if it got out there son was a Transvestite the scandals would destroy there life’s attainments, so they have made sure I never wanted for nothing and when it looked like art was my gift they pushed me into it, and sent me away to an art school in Paris, my father came out only to see me once when I was there and he took me to one side and said he knew about my sickness.

He offered me a deal if I didn’t come out the closet and kept things secret that I would be fixed for the rest of my life and would never have to worry about money, he said it would be a fair compensation as the whole thing had sickened him to his guts and that my mother wanted nothing more to do with me, and just wanted me kept out of the public eye as I would only bring shame on myself and the family if I didn’t.

I felt ashamed and sickened myself inside at his words, his eyes boring deep into my soul I could not get away from that stair there was no ware to hide from it, not even inside and within a few moments I had been beaten into submission and excepted his terms, he turned and went to leave as he reached the door he turned and said ” I will only contact you by letter from now on, I never want to see you again your no son of mine.” He walked out the door, and out of my life.

I sat down on my bed as the pain and sickness rose in my body, I could feel his eyes on me I was shaking and feeling nauseated as his words rattled around my brain pressing there programmed triggers. The guilt rushed over my body stealing the blood cells from my erection For his work, I sat with my hands in my head fighting the feelings inside me the tears welling in my eyes. Why does this always happen to me just at the wrong time, just when I’m feeling really good about myself, I cried for a good hour on my bed till the feelings subsided.

The sun was shining through the open doors and onto the bed its was about 1 in the afternoon and I was feeling like painting again and I decided the fresh air and sun would do me good, I was feeling shattered from the crying but better inside for it, I decided to take a bath before I changed and went painting.

I took of my sweaty clothes and put on my dressing robe and went in search of the bathroom, I found the bathroom at the end of the hallway; it was of a good size Temelli Escort with an old real big cast iron bath. I was delighted! I find it hard to find a bath that I can stretch in as I am 6 foot 3, but this would be perfect, I was looking in the big oak cupboard in the bathroom for some towels and at the bottom of the pile there was this old suitcase.

I was hoping I would find some clothing in the old house as loads of people had lived here and I was eagerly looking forward to exploring every nook and cranny of the old hall I didn’t have the courage to buy my female clothing myself and I had sworn I wouldn’t to my father, so I had to resort to finding my things and stealing them from peoples houses, I hated doing it at first but I had no choice I had all the money I needed but they controlled it, just another rule to stop me from dressing up, they said it was for my own good.

I took the old case from its resting place and unclasped its lid, praying I would hit the jackpot I was starting to get excited and decided I wouldn’t look till after my bath I would savour the moment and put the case down on the floor and run the taps on the bath, I looked in the wall cabinet by the bath for some soap and saw loads of different little bottles. I opened one and put it to my nose the aroma rush up my nostrils and straight to my head, it was the smell from my room my body began to tingle all over and my head felt light.

I decided to add some to my running bath. And the room soon filled with its aroma and steam I felt very relaxed and as I sunk into the depths of my bath I rested my head back I was feeling hot all over and tingly like a thousand little probes were all reacting to the movement of the warm water on my body, I moved my legs apart and the movement of the water rushing around my cock made it go hard in a few seconds, I took hold of my stiff cock and began slowly rubbing and caressing it, rubbing my thumb slowly over the tip the oil in the bath made it slide effortlessly across it sending waves of excitement and pleasure through my body.

I closed my eyes and began to picture myself in the field wearing the floral summer dress Running through the tall grass my breasts bouncing with every step the warm sun on my skin. The rushing cool air touching my shaven legs flowing into my white cotton panties around my cock and up my crack tantalising my spine all the way to the top of my dress.

With my other hand I clasped my balls and slowly squeezed them in time with my hand going up and down my hard shaft, my head was going dizzy I was about to come, I let my balls go and put the tip of the middle finger at the entrance to my asshole and gently pressed down the tip of my finger slid into my hole due to the oil in the bath and I shot my thick white come all over my smooth belly and the bath water.

I had never come like that before, by penetration I mean, I had always been totally scared to go near it, I thought I would Bern in hell if I did, with my father stoking the fire. It had something to do with the oils in the bath. I wasn’t myself in this bath I felt different I felt relaxed.

I didn’t have a summer dress but I did have my full length cotton smock for painting so I decided to shave my legs, that was the closest I was going to come to my fantasy today I got out of the bath and went to my room and got my painting smock from out of my case, As I put it over my head, the smock fell over my body its soft cotton texture sent goose bumps every ware it touched, I love this smock stained by the years of imagery, masturbation and oil paint. I put my sandals on grabbed my art bag and heeded out the door I was set for adventure and in the mood for art.

When I discovered my art as a child it gave me an out let for my pain and helped me deal with living with my parents it stopped the pain for awhile, they had never been the same since my mother found me in her room wearing a pair of her pink silk knickers and tan tights. She hit the roof and my father did two, I didn’t understand what I had done wrong I was only 6 at the time. And I didn’t know why I was wearing them; all I knew is that it felt good.

From that day on warred they made my life hell and a prisoner in there home there was no more love only hate and disgust. I put my suffering into pictures to hide what I was feeling and it worked good people said I had a gift, and they jumped on it and sent me away, it was the perfect way-out for them.

I had been walking for about an hour across the fields to get to the wood, I was feeling really good and free and ready to do some serious painting the sun shining clear in a blue sky I took position just up the hill a bit over looking the wood. I set up my easel and unpacked my brushes and paints then, I got my tobacco tin form the side pouch of my bag and open it up.

It’s a good job I remembered to score before I left London, I wasn’t taking chances with being able to score in the countryside, I took my lump of Moroccan and built myself a Jay, Laidback on the grass and smoked, waiting for inspiration Temelli Escort Bayan to take hold of me, and also have a good game of cloud busting.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, after awhile I found the space between the thoughts and slipped out of myself and into the field. I was looking down towards the wood and a feeling came over me to go into the woods and search, that’s where I would find my inspiration for my painting, I drifted down into the wood

I came into a little clearing, the grass was low and there was a fallen tree the trunk was almost over grown with plants and forest wildlife, I suddenly stopped in my tracks there was a women sitting there. She was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt and black high heels And the most sexiest white stockings, but it wasn’t just some girl it was another TV she had her cock in her hand and her other round her balls giving herself pleasure, she couldn’t see me and wasn’t aware I was there not many people can see astral forms I was grateful of that.

I was immediately aroused by her, I had never seen another TV before, I stood there glued to the spot watching her with fascination, she reached into her bag and took a pot of cream from it and put some on her fingers, then inserted a finger into her bottom and was pushing it in and out, the memory came back to me of my bath and my finger and how it made me come like it did. Her face was in ecstasy, I could not believe what I was seeing when she pulled this big dildo from her bag.

It was shining in the sun a wonderful tool, she placed it at her entrance and guided it in, I was so excited I was losing control of my own form and it was braking down, the last I saw before I was forced to return to my body was the dido going in and out and I blew a fuse.

I woke up with a start breathing heavenly with my cock rock hard and come all over my smock, I couldn’t believe what I saw, dam that smoke is some good shit, I reached for my brush I was determined to capture the scene before is vanished in my mind. I closed my eyes and pictured her in my mind holding the dido with the light shining of it. The usual energy was beginning to serge through my body the paining was coming like a flash my hands began to paint the image from my mind.

I opened my eyes and before me was the painting of the girl in the wood sitting on the tree holding the dildo in the sun, I had even manage to capture the light perfectly, I was pleased With the result and totally turned on like never before, I had this desire to finger myself like she had, I wanted to be penetrated, I wanted to feel what she felt even if she was a vision and only a paining. I fought the desire to do it there and then because time was creeping on and I needed to get back, to dry the painting and have some food, I was shagged in after the excitement of the after noon.

I always seam to have a wonderful time when I am painting and I remembered the case in the bathroom and I the excitement rose even higher at the thought of what it may contain. My cock rock hard I needed to find some clothes, to do this properly.

I pack up at the speed of light and set of at a fast pace back for the house, as I was leaving the field I looked over my shoulder back at the wood and thought I saw the girl and a man going into a mansion house near the wood, I strained to see but they had gone, I put this down to the light and my aroused state, And there hadn’t been a man with her when I was there and I quickened the pace home.

The light had all but faded when I reached the front door, I was cold and hungry and tired from my walk and the afternoon’s entertainment. And quickly made my way inside and up to my room to change out of my smock and into my dressing gown then run downstairs and went looking for the kitchen, I had forgot to check if there was any food in, I always forget to eat and end up starving myself stupid.

I found the kitchen it was one of them big old Edwardian style kitchens with the big table and double sink and everything one could need to cook with, they had a ray Bern as well for cooking on, I loved it felt so homely and motherly just the feeling of the place, and I thought of the maids that must of worked here and what they looked like and what they were wearing.

I closed my eyes and pictured the kitchen how it would of looked long ago using the feeling I was getting for the fuel for my imagination, I could see a maid laying a breakfast tray on the big table she was bedding over, She was wearing a tight black Edwardian dress and a little filly white hat, with her hair up in a bun, she had firm medium sized breasts and a tight small figure.

A pang of hunger woke my from my dreaming, I really must eat something, I found a note on the fridge door welcoming me to the house, and saying that a maid will call once a week on a Friday, that’s tomorrow I thought! Will have to be careful to put things back in there place so no one knows what I am up to, she also does the shopping and there is food in the fridge for me and drink at the bar in the Escort Temelli lounge. And I was to ask Vicky for anything I needed.

I opened the fridge and grabbed a plate of cold chicken and got stuck in. Wile I was eating I was thinking about the note and about what Vikki was like, I had never been with a man or a woman through fear of what they might say or the press finding out, and my parents didn’t want me to live let alone have someone touching me, to them I was unclean and people had to be kept away from me, so if anyone did show interest in more they were always warned off by my fathers minions.

So I’m manly a loner with no real friends just people that tolerate me because of my parents and they put down my weirdness to me being an artist its perfect descise for normality. At first the isolation was unbearable and I went out of my mind for a wile until I found this old book called ” The Wakening of man from the bonds of the Mind” by Steve bell. This book freed me from the isolation of my mind and trained me in a form of dis-discipline And revolutionary mind tools it put a key in my hand, and started a train that I can never get of.

The Author being well before his time had difficulty in writing and suffered form ADD and dyslexia and only wrote 3 quarters of the book in random form, and the programs are very experimental so you never know what your getting you can open doors you don’t want opening and suffer pain you only feel in nightmares. But hay it works I can do stuff other cant But I get these attacks of guilt like earlier and I’m floored. Its part of the freeing process says the author and can get hairy sometimes his advice was to get really drunk or stoned. Ahh the case I left the kitchen and went upstairs I was feeling tight all over my heart was pounding when I reached the bathroom door, my mouth was as dry us a nun’s cunt my cock as hard as the devils horn and I hadn’t opened the door yet, just the thought of the case alone was getting me to boiling point, what the hell is in this dam case I’ve never felt like this before If there’s nothing in their I’m going to be so gutted that fucking case will go out the window.

Right enough of this! I’m going in there and opening the thing, I slowly pushed the door open And was greeted with the aroma of sandal wood and rose and a rush of energy that lifted me of the floor and the tingles began again as I walked towards the case, there it was in front of me looking like an old case on top of a dresser, what the fuck! I open the case and looked inside.

The lid opened and there in side was the floral dress from my fantasy and next to it was the maids dress from my vision in the kitchen and sitting in the middle of the dress on top was an old book laying open with a bookmark in the middle of old worn leather, I could smell the leather Of the bookmark and the and almost taste the muskiness of the old pages, I picked the book up and looked at the title it was “The Arrival of man form the bonds of his mind” part 4.

It was part 4 of Steve bells book the one they say he never wrote. I quickly turned to the middle of the book to ware I found it open and read the first part, it said ” Throw this book behind you and check out the first dress read me after your changed” so I done what the book said taking it as a sign.

I returned to the case and picked up the first dress and took it out of the case slowly the folds of fabric unraveled themselves into a beautiful floral dress identical in every way I had visualized it, it felt so good I slid of my dressing gown and pressed it to my naked throbbing body, my rock hard cock burying itself into the material, I held it close and tight to me, enjoying the moment.

I looked back into the case and ware the dress had been there was other stuff; a small wooden box made of sandalwood a pair a black 6-inch stilettos size 10. A packet containing a pair of silk seam tan stockings, a White silk and lace suspender belt, and a pair of white silk French knickers and next to that was a white silk and lace bra size 38b.

God I was turned on out of my mind I just came all over the dress that I was holding I The rush was so intense my head was throbbing in time with my cock our 2 minds uniting in bliss I was fucking with my god head, I fell to my knee’s and prayed to my material goddess Thanking her for her gifts and asking her to send me someone soon.

I took the spender belt and put it on it felt tight and supportive then I put the silk stockings on to my shaven legs, they felt so good when I stood in them for the first time they had thick lace tops and I felt so sexy I took the bra next and put my arms through the lace holes and clipped it together at the front, it felt so amassing like I was changing melting into my fantasy But there was something missing.

I looked in the sandalwood book and there as sure as day, it was the missing breasts from my fancy, 2 perfect silicon reproductions even down to the nipple detail they had sticky attachments, I took one out of the box and attached it my left breast, it felt perfect lust like in should, after they were both attached and safely secured by my bra, I picked the dress of the floor and put my arms and head into it and it slid down my body like water on ice, in fitted perfectly and clung to my sensitive body all ready and boiling point again by the shear intensity of everything.

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Nancy Controls Her Household Ch. 03

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Nancy No Longer in Control

By Susan Greenway

This story involves incest, spanking and other punishments as well as several bodily functions, including menstruation. If any of that offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18. This story will likely make more sense if you first read the first two chapters first because events here do refer back to what occurred in those chapters.

Meg and Keith, both 25, no longer submitted to the will of Keith’s fiftyish mother, Nancy. She had been widowed for a couple of years but had indulged her need to dominate by controlling the behavior of her son and daughter-in-law. They had been living with her since they were married six months before.

Meg, a striking red-haired professor at the local university, and Keith, an up-and-coming partner in a prominent law firm, were already successful young professionals. They engineered their plan to end Nancy’s reign of embarrassing and humiliating them as well as controlling their sex life.

Now things had changed a lot. Meg and Keith thought they were being more than generous in inviting Nancy to move with them and to join them in their bed. Meg had initiated Nancy by spanking her and then satisfying her with digital stimulation between her legs.

It would take some time for Meg to select the right house for the three of them and to arrange for the move. In the meantime, they remained in the family house, but with changes. Keith and Meg moved into Nancy’s large master bedroom suite and Nancy found herself in Keith’s old bedroom which Meg and he had been using as an interim base.

Nancy had peed on Meg while being spanked. She was terribly embarrassed about having done that when she was being disciplined for the first time by her now powerful daughter-in-law. Meg never raised her voice when directing Nancy, even when she made her do very shameful things.

She would sweetly tell Nancy it was time for a panty inspection. Nancy learned to then pull down her panties and lift her skirt so Meg could scrutinize her panty crotch for stains. If any were discerned during Meg’s intimate inspection, the scrutiny would proceed to a close look at Nancy’s labia and clit. She then knew she had to hold herself open so Meg could see inside her vagina.

Nancy felt that she was being exposed almost as much as when her gynecologist performed a pelvic examination and held her vagina open with a speculum. During these embarrassing intrusive inspections, Nancy was now afraid every time of what penalty Meg would impose if Nancy failed the examination.

Meg also recalled with annoyance how she had been humiliated by Nancy when she subjected Meg to having her temperature taken rectally. Nancy had done this after spanking Meg in front of Nancy’s friends and then announcing when she removed the thermometer from Meg’s rectum that there was “dirt” on it and displaying the soiled thermometer to the group.

Thus, when she felt that Nancy had behaved especially badly, Meg reminded her that it was time to slip the thermometer “up your botty”. Meg was far more considerate than her mother-in-law, for she did not take Nancy’s temperature when others were around. If the thermometer emerged, however, with smudges from Nancy’s bowel, Meg might smile and place the soiled thermometer right under Nancy’s nose.

In view of Nancy’s loss of urinary control when Meg had spanked her, one punishment Meg had instituted was requiring Nancy to wear a diaper for a prescribed period or if Meg felt Nancy had behaved especially badly, the diaper would be worn indefinitely. A further refinement was having Nancy wear plastic pants over her diaper. The plastic would crinkle and make embarrassing noises when Nancy walked.

Nancy was now required to seek permission for her bathroom use. Meg, if she were home at the time, would supervise Nancy’s toilet activity, telling her when she could pull down her panties and start to pee, or begin to defecate. She would inspect the contents of the toilet after Nancy had wiped, and then decide whether to have Nancy put her diaper back on. Being freed from diaper use was now regarded as a major gift by Nancy.

Surprisingly, the presence now of Nancy in Keith and Meg’s marital bed proceeded without problems. Nancy was quite excitable, and Meg would often stimulate her manually and prepare her to receive Keith’s large penis. Meg might alternatively strap on a dildo and penetrate her mother-in-law’s cunt or her lubricated asshole. When the couple were engaged in coitus, Nancy would lie very close and excite Meg by caressing her labia and clit or licking her cute bottom-hole.

Neither Meg nor Nancy were bothered by having all this go on in each other’s presence. Keith relished having sex with his wife and his mother. Sometimes Meg would spank Keith in front of Nancy and frequently, both Keith and Meg would give Nancy a spanking before having sex with her. Meg knew that Keith did sometimes like her to spank him so she would do that quite lovingly while assuming a very severe tone and manner. Ahievran Escort Usually after she had spanked him, too, she would lie back on the bed and beckon him with her finger to come between her open legs and either lick her or plunge his cock into her waiting and wet vagina.

Meg was pleased with how well the sex among the three of them was going. Nancy was usually happy since she had her days to herself and spent much time with her large range of friends. She volunteered to make dinner for the three most nights and this also pleased both Meg and Keith.

After discussing the matter between themselves, Keith and Meg summoned Nancy to the bedroom after dinner one night. They were all dressed, and Meg suggested that they get more comfortable, so she told Nancy to strip down to her bra and pants. Keith took off his shirt and suit, as well as socks and shoes, and was in his boxers. Meg removed her blouse and skirt but kept her hose and shoes on.

Then she asked Keith to discuss the matter before them.

“Mom,” he began, “we’ve decided that it makes more sense now for us all to remain in this house. I hope you have felt that you still are all right with staying here with us. It will save everyone some money and so long as we three are on the same wave length, we think it should work.”

Nancy was indeed happy with the present arrangement. She did feel embarrassed quite often when subjected to Meg’s intrusive inspections and punishments, but she also loved being included in their bedtime activities, being permitted, nay invited, to sleep with them, and being included in the running of the house.

There was also a side of her that had reveled when she had dominated Keith and Meg, but now she was just as happy being on the receiving end.

“You both have made this work for me,” she said, gratefully. “I’m happy with our staying here if you are.”

Keith nodded and thanked her. Then he went on and said that it made sense in view of the way things had changed for the ownership of the house to be transferred to Meg and him together. He said he hoped that Nancy would not oppose this, because they intended that she could always stay with them and that the present arrangement would not be changed.

Nancy had noticed that Meg was inspecting her less frequently and had reduced the times she had pulled Nancy’s panties down for a spanking. She was still delighted with her son and was very happy that Keith had time to give her sexual pleasure. It was also really pleasing to her that Meg did not seem at all jealous of Nancy’s having sex with Keith.

“I’ll sign it over,” she smiled. “I hope I can continue to rely on both of you. Some would say that I’m being naïve or reckless. I prefer to see this as an unconventional living style but one that has made me happier, even if you both do continue to discipline me and sometimes embarrass me terribly.”

That was good enough for both Keith and Meg. They each took Nancy in their arms and gave her a long, happy hug. Then Keith lovingly unhooked Nancy’s bra and slipped her pink panties down. Nancy was momentarily afraid that Meg might notice that the panties were very wet from Nancy’s excitement during this whole discussion.

He told her to get up on all fours on the bed. Both Keith and Meg liked to have Nancy assume this position because they enjoyed seeing her bottom-hole, dark and deeply recessed between her somewhat streaked cheeks, and then the hair that ran right through her legs to her cunt. Nancy had a nice dark bush which she kept well-trimmed. Keith liked to stand behind her and tease her winking anus, insert a finger to see if she would soon need to have a bowel movement, and reach through her legs to finger her, inserting one or two fingers into her wet vagina.

The sheer amazing nature of their intimate life together led to ritual-type colloquies such as when Keith might ask Nancy when she was on all fours if she was ready to fuck. Soon Nancy would respond more teasingly that she hoped he wouldn’t keep her waiting too long. Meg seemed to be pleasantly surprised when Nancy reacted so positively to having Keith’s cock deep inside her. She began to hope she would be as turned on when she reached her mother-in-law’s age.

Nancy also grew to enjoy being included when the couple screwed in her presence. Keith would suggest to her that she play with Meg’s perky tits and tease her with her fingers in and around Meg’s cute bottom-hole and on her clit while Keith’s prong was thrusting in and out right under her hand.

Nancy still got her period, so she remained on birth control and Meg was intending to do the same until she and Keith decided it was time to start their family. Nancy was wise enough not to raise this subject even though she longed for grandchildren to spoil. Not owning the house would also free her from worrying about maintenance and other costs and allow her to use her sizable income as she chose.

Meg and Keith were able to identify some time for them to take a vacation together, so they scheduled Ahievran Escort Bayan a trip. They called Nancy into the bedroom again and explained that they would be away for a week. When they told Nancy that they knew she didn’t want to be alone, Nancy wasn’t sure what they had in mind.

Meg then informed her that she was asking two of her grad school teaching assistants, Maryann Bates and Glenda Hayes, to stay in the house and supervise Nancy. This took Nancy by surprise because she didn’t like the prospect of being controlled by two 22-year-old women.

Meg had been silently assessing the women in her Women’s Studies class to select the right two to leave in charge of her mother-in-law. After she went over their school records, she called Maryann and Glenda into her office and told them she had a special project in mind for them.

“I have been investigating for some time how relationships develop between older and younger women, and in this instance, between a mother-in-law and her daughter-in-law. At the start, the mother-in-law dominated her son and her daughter-in-law; before too long, the daughter-in-law decided to make this change to an environment where she was the dominant. In a sense, this was an example of the kind of sexual role reversal we have covered in class this term.

The project, she explained, would have the dominant daughter-in-law place the mother-in-law under the supervision and control, and yes, dominance, of two unrelated younger women, younger than the daughter-in-law.

“You two are both 22 and what will happen is that I will be placing you in charge for a week of my mother-in-law who is entering her 50’s,” she announced, much to the surprise of Maryann and Glenda.

“Could you give us some idea of what this dominance will involve?” Glenda then asked.

“Your supervision will be multi-faceted,” Meg answered. “She needs to be reminded that any privileges she is permitted are allowed entirely at your discretion. To maintain dominance, you will embarrass and humiliate her. This will not bar you from having sex with her if you are so inclined. I would be pleased if you found it stimulating to do that.”

Maryann found herself blushing. What her professor was outlining was an amazing turn-on, she realized, and that was why she could feel her panties becoming quite wet.

“Do you intend that we should punish her?” Glenda now inquired.

“Yes,” Meg replied. “She has been spanked and caned regularly. You should supervise her use of the toilet and may direct her behavior in the bathroom as minutely as you feel is needed. If she has visitors, and she will, because she has many friends, you may explain to them that she has been naughty and will be disciplined. Then you may decide how to embarrass and discipline her in front of them.”

“Wow,” Glenda exclaimed, “you are really giving us quite a responsibility. Do you think she will resist us? After all, you are older and more experienced than we are, professor.”

“I will make it absolutely clear to her that she had better do what you tell her to do,” Meg said definitively. “This is a test to see whether you two have learned what I have been aiming to teach the class about this skill. Mastering the skills of a dominant woman is necessary for ultimate success in both the working and social worlds.”

“Aside from earning a high grade on your project,” Meg went on, “I will plan on having you both serve as my chief aides next term if you perform well here.”

This brought a smile to the young women’s faces. Meg thought that it would be instructive to see how they looked when they assumed the role of dominants. Maryann had cute auburn bangs and Glenda sported a sandy blonde ponytail. Both were attractive young women with nice figures and ample busts and bottoms.

Meg then asked them a key question.

“Have you previously had the opportunity to discipline another woman, and have you ever been punished in this way yourself?” she addressed each of them.

“Do you mean have we spanked or caned, or been on the receiving end?” Glenda responded.

“Yes,” Meg declared. “I’m interested in learning about any experience you have had of this kind.”

Both young women blushed now.

“When were you last spanked?” Meg followed up.

“I haven’t been,’ Glenda answered.

“Blushing even more, Maryann managed to say softly, “When I was 18 ½, Professor. By my mother. What made it worse was that that was the first and only time she ever spanked me.”

Meg decided she would not embarrass Maryann any more by asking her the reason for her mother’s spanking her when she was already 18. “Have you ever had the occasion to spank anyone yourself?” Meg now asked.

Glenda nodded that she hadn’t. Maryann said that spanking was a rarity in her home.

“Were you spanked on your bare bottom?” Meg asked a now very self-conscious Maryann.

“Yes,” Maryann replied, growing ever more embarrassed as Meg kept asking her about an occasion she truly wanted Escort Ahievran to forget.

“It sounds like you’ve had some useful experience,” Meg concluded, “although it also seems likely that you have no real opportunity to spank anyone. I’m going to lend each of you one of my canes. They are relatively thin and short enough so that you can bend them, and they will fit in a handbag.”

Maryann and Glenda each received her cane and handled it carefully. Maryann bent hers just enough to fit it into her large handbag. Glenda did the same.

“I have to let you in on something that must remain among us three,” Meg said very seriously. “When I came here to live, my husband and I were under the thumb of my mother-in-law. Yes, it hurts me to tell you, but she spanked and humiliated both of us.”

“That’s so surprising, Professor,” Maryann managed to interject.

“That it may be,” Meg went on, “but it did not take long before I told my husband that this was going to change. I took control of the situation and now, my mother-in-law, Nancy, whom I am asking you to supervise, is submissive to my husband and me, in particular, in all ways. She is spanked, caned, and supervised in the bathroom.”

Both young women responded with a strong affirmative when Meg asked them if after hearing all of this, they would be willing to stay in the house for the week and supervise Nancy as Meg had directed them.

Introducing them to Nancy, Meg began, “Maryann and Glenda are going to be my main aides in my Women’s Studies course,” Meg went on, “and I’ve told them that this is entirely a volunteer project for them but that they will receive appropriate course credit for their efforts. It will be much the same for you with them as it is with us, Nancy. They said they would be delighted to sleep with you, and I have explained to them that they may also discipline you if you are naughty when they are here.”

“You mean that they can spank me, and…do all the other things you two do when you say I have misbehaved?” Nancy asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from Meg.

“They will have full authority,” Meg said firmly. Then she spoke more sweetly: “I expect you to be on your best behavior with them. I hope that you will get along with them as I feel they will try their best since they understand without my telling them that how this works will affect how I grade them on the project.”

Nancy figured that she’d better go along with this arrangement rather than get Meg annoyed with her. Soon—in a few days—Keith and Meg were packed and on their way. They did leave a phone number and some information on where they were going with Nancy, treating her like a mature person.

Just as they were departing, Maryann and Glenda arrived at the house. Nancy thought that even though they were graduate students and 22 years old, they seem young to her. She invited them in and made some tea which she served with decent pastries. The two seemed happy enough to be there.

“I hope you don’t mind our calling you Nancy,” Maryann said as she sipped Nancy’s favorite brew, a special type of Darjeeling. Nancy smiled and said that that was fine and that she understood that Meg had briefed them on the arrangement for the way she and the couple lived together.

“Yes,” Glenda now said, “Professor Layton has been quite direct with us. She told us that she expected us to make sure your behavior continued to be good while she was away. I know that she spanks you on occasion. We would like you to sleep with us and be with us in the bedroom. Neither Maryann nor I really wishes to punish you, but we will have to report on everything that happens to our Professor—oh, Maryann, I think we can call her Meg while we’re here.”

“She specifically said that we could call her Meg,” Maryann responded. “So, Nancy, we do need to inspect you as Meg would. Would you stand and lift your skirt above your waist.”

Nancy understood that this was not meant to be a question. She rose and complied with Maryann’s order. Now her white cotton undies were on full display.

“Pull your panties down to your knees,” Glenda now instructed her.

When she had complied with this direction, Glenda came over and stared into the crotch of Nancy’s panties. There was some wetness but no stains. Glenda noticed that there was a string hanging out of Nancy’s vaginal opening.

“I assume that you are wearing a tampon and that you are on your period,” Glenda said.

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“Yes, I started two days ago and am coming off what is usually my heaviest day,” Nancy responded, unable to suppress a blush at discussing one of her most intimate conditions, something she still had trouble talking about to anyone.

Nancy now suddenly recalled that Meg had told her that she was to use pads rather than tampons for this period. Meg had no particular reason for this imposition, but she occasionally just wanted to have Nancy primed to do just what Keith or she ordered. Meg realized that she was also remembering that her own mother had made her continue to use pads for a long time after Meg first had her period. Mrs. Layton belonged to the old school that did not approve of unmarried girls using tampons. Although Nancy obviously did not share Meg’s mother’s attitude on this subject, she did in some ways invite Meg’s comparison of her with her own mother.

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This story is based off true events. The identity of the characters has been changed for protection. This is my first attempt so please stay patient and I do not have an editor. If I get positive feedback, I will continue.

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I am a consultant for a small company in the southern part of the US. I am an educated, married, African American male in my mid 30’s who’s worked for this company for the past 10 years. As the small company continued to grow, we began hiring new faces. Since my position requires me to travel quite a bit all over the world, I really don’t get a chance to meet and get to know the new people.

During springtime, my travel tends to slow down which allows me to stay in the office and catch up on paperwork. As I mentioned earlier, we began hiring quite a bit of new faces, while I was out on the road and since I was not in the office much, my boss decided to kick me out of my office and into a cube to make room for the new hires. I did not like the idea since I’ve had my office for the past 6 years and was used to the peace and quiet.

My department decided to hire a consultation manager to help with our scheduling named Stella. Stella was your average height, jet black hair, slim body, medium sized c cup bust, with a tight butt and a strong Russian accent. Her English was perfect, just had the strong accent to go along with her English. Her cube was catty-corner to mine. Stella was not a super fancy woman, but you can tell she loved to dress up. Twice a week, Stella would wear these nice fitting dresses that will show her curves. She was always on the move walking back and forth and I would always see her walking by from the corner of my eye.

Since the company was growing at a fast pace, Stella was giving us new processes to follow to make everyone’s jobs a lot easier. Stella and I had to review the process to see if this will work for me and my team. With us working with each other, we started to get to know each other better and had to exchange phone numbers to keep in communication. When I had a question after work hours, I would text her rather than emailing since the email may not get read until the next business day.

My marriage was at a halt. The sex was no longer there. I was rarely at home and when I was home, there were so many personal things I needed to take care of that we couldn’t spend much time with each other. We were complete opposites; she was a night owl and I was the early bird. She liked to spend money, I liked to save. She wanted kids early in the marriage and I wanted to wait. Now that I Fatih Escort want kids, she is no longer interested in having them. Marriage was getting rough.

While in the office one day, Stella happened to walk by wearing a creamed color dress showing off her awesome legs which caught my attention. As she walked by one time, I turned my chair to check her out. Her dress was damn near see-through and I saw a dark-colored T on her butt. I did not want to make her uncomfortable or make sure it didn’t seem like I was harassing her so after work, I sent her a text stating “I am not trying to offend you but I don’t recommend you wearing that dress.”

Shortly after, Stella replied, “why?”

I stated, “Were you wearing a black or dark-colored thong today?”

Stella replied, “OMG how do you know that?”

I replied, “I apologize for saying this and I don’t mean to offend you but as you were walking by, I was checking you out.”

Stella replied, “OMG I am so embarrassed and asked do I think anyone else saw?”

I stated, “I’m sure they did but the view was nice so I don’t think anyone will say anything”.

I saw that the message was read but did not get a response back thinking she was fully embarrassed. I decided to text her one more time to ease this situation.

I said, “You looked fucking hot today. You should dress like that every day.”

Stella replied with double heart eye emojis.

Since it was starting to get late, I did not reply and got in the bed and went to sleep.

While sleeping, I began having a dream about Stella. I dreamt that we were at work and she needed me to drop something off at her house down the street and since I have a big truck, that I could drop it off. I agreed to drop the items and help Stella bring them into her house.

Since its pretty hot and sticky outside where we are located, Stella stated, “before you pass out, sit down and catch your breath” and she brought me 2 bottles of water.

Since Stella was also sweaty, she stated that she needs to go freshen up and that she will be right back. I heard her shower come on and was wondering why she is keeping me here and taking a shower when I could be driving home. I noticed the light-colored dress on the floor that I was able to see through and under the dress was a tag. Since I was turned on when I saw her in the dress, I decided to take a closer look and saw that the tag was to the black thong she was wearing.

Seeing the thong caused my blood to flow and I could feel my dick beginning to Escort Fatih stiffen. I decided to pick up the thong and take a nice long whiff. As soon as I began bringing them up to my nose, I heard the shower go off and shortly after, the door open and Stella came out in a bathrobe.

When Stella walked out, I stuffed the thong in my pocket and sat down like I haven’t moved since she left. I stood up and stated, thanks for the water but I should be going.

As I was walking to the door, Stella stated, “What’s that in your pocket?”

Stella could see the tag along with some of the black cotton and ripped them out of my pocket. Stella was becoming irate and calling me a pervert.

I stated “please let me explain” but when she gave me time to speak, I was at a loss of words.

Stella started patting down my pockets asking, “What else did I steal.”

I stated, “Nothing I swear. I am very sorry, please let me make this up to you.”

Stella stated, “Get down on the ground.”

I said “what?”

Stella said, “If I have to repeat myself, good luck when you come back to the office.”

I got on the ground quickly on my back. Stella walked over and stood over me where I could see under her bathrobe but it was dark so I couldn’t get a clear view. Stella told me to stick my tongue out and she squatted over my tongue and began grinding her pussy all over my face and tongue.

I could tell she had multiple orgasms. She even squirted once which caused me to choke a little as she continued to grind on my face while looking at me in the eyes. Stella then got up, turned around and squatted on my face so we were in a 69 position. Through my slacks, Stella saw how hard I was and that I was throbbing wanting to be released.

Stella said, “looks like he wants out, but that’s not going to happen.

Since I felt like she was going to make me suffer, I decided to spread her butt cheeks with one hand on each cheek and drive my tongue as deep in her butt as possible. Stella let out the most satisfying moan I’ve ever heard in my life and caused me to ejaculate in my slacks. Stella saw the dark spot in my crotch began to grow.

Stella stated, “I always knew you liked my ass” and started laughing.

She got up and got on all fours on the couch and said, “you’re going to make me come one last time before you leave” and grabbed the back of my skull with her free hand and forced my face in her butt.

I was licking and thrusting my tongue in and out of her butt for about 5 minutes before Fatih Escort Bayan she started to shake and let off and huge moan of bliss.

Stella pushed me back until my back was back on the ground and stated, “you really know how to use your mouth” and told me “I have a parting gift for you.” Stella stood back over my face and tugged on my jaw to open it. She started to pee on my face and in my mouth. Once she was done, Stella said, “I could leave and that we will talk about this later.”

I suddenly woke up and noticed I had a wet dream and was covered in my own sperm. I got out the bed to clean up. When I got back in bed, I could not go back to sleep. I decided to text Stella I had a dream about her. She did not reply until later that morning since she was probably still sleeping at the time I sent the text.

Since we were at the office at this time, I text her I will tell her when we get off work since it may be kind of long. She agreed.

Once I got home, I text Stella stating, “the dream has been on my mind all day and said it is a little erotic.”

Stella replied, “My favorite, tell me.”

After I sent the dream, Stella wrote back, “That was hot, “we need to make that happen soon.”

After I read her reply, I completely melted in my chair. I was so turned on that she was turned on and willing to do my fantasy.

Since I travel quite a bit, it has been very difficult working with each other’s schedules to make this fantasy happen. I mentioned to Stella that I will be traveling for the next two weeks and asked her for something to make the time go by faster while I am out on the road.

Stella asked, “What did I have in mind?”

I stated, “Your panties.”

Stella stated, “I can make this happen” and came up with a plan to do so.

Stella stated, “I could wear the panties throughout the working day and right before we leave for the day, give me a nice long hug and stuff them in my pocket.”

When the day came, Stella stated her monthly friend came and she could not give me the panties today.

She stated, “I will still give you that long hug though.”

Before she left for the day, Stella walked by my desk and tapped me on the shoulder. I got up and she gave me a nice big hug for about 10 seconds. This was the first time we ever touched in real life. Her hair smelt so good. I instantly got a nice sized chubby and I think she felt it. When she backed off me in the release of the hug, I saw her eyes go straight to my crotch and her face turned bright red as she stated to have a great weekend.

Once I got home, I sent a text to Stella stating I apologize for stabbing her with my dick and she stated it was alright and that she was a tad bit embarrassed.

Stella asked, what is your hotel address so I can ship you something?”

To be continued…

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