Greg’s High School Reunion

Greg’s High School Reunion

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Let’s just say that Greg didn’t have the most amazing childhood. He was much smarter and much younger than everyone else all through school, graduating at just fifteen, and he was a small guy and wasn’t good at sports. His parents expected great things from him and pushed him pretty hard, and he was bullied at school regularly, and never really figured out how to talk to girls.

Despite all of that, or maybe because of it, he breezed through a dual Bachelors in Physics and Biochemistry at Stanford, and then finished his Master’s in Biotechnology at John’s Hopkins at just 21 years old. He was offered dozens of six-figure jobs all over the world, but decided to create his own startup Biotech firm, which was hugely successful, and he was on track to be a billionaire before 30. Even with all that success though, he was still nervous about his impending 10-year High School Reunion, which was in just over a week.

Greg still saw himself as that pathetic kid that everyone teased or ignored, and he knew his former classmates wouldn’t even understand his business, no less appreciate it. He wasn’t bitter about his childhood, but he didn’t want to go back to his hometown as the same nerdy wimp that they all knew. So he kept thinking he needed to find a better way to impress them. He wanted to blow them away. To transform himself into a man that other guys would respect and/or be intimidated by, and that women would drool over. But how?

Just like he always did, Greg approached his problem scientifically. He knew there had to be a way to remake himself, and he explored various types of gene therapy and chemical and biological agents that might get him results. After a few weeks of trying, and a bit of testing on lab animals, Greg found something he believed would work. He kept it hush-hush, with only a handful of people having any idea what he was doing. He built a glass capsule roughly the size of a large coffin as his delivery device, and coordinated with his assistant to monitor his vitals during the procedure, and then he stripped down and got ready to climb in.

Greg walked over to the wall mirror across from the capsule and took a long look at himself. He was 5’7″ and very thin, lacking muscle tone, with stringy brown hair that was receding, and a cleft chin. Not that anyone knew, since he was still a virgin, but he had a small dick, barely 4″, thin and weak, and often struggled to maintain an erection, even when he was just masturbating. He grimaced, determined to make a change, and he opened the hatch to the capsule, set to climb in.

The attending Nurse would be the only other person in the room during the procedure, and she would respond to an emergency situation if she noticed something, or if Greg’s assistant saw something potentially dangerous in the readings. She came walking in as Greg was opening the hatch, and Greg politely smiled at her, hoping to get off on the right foot with someone who he might need to save his life. Her reaction to Greg’s naked form could best be described as thinly-veiled revulsion, and Greg was embarrassed and disgusted, hopping into the capsule as quicky as possible. Luckily, the capsule was opaque and air-sealed, so he couldn’t see or hear her after that.

The capsule was easily large enough to fit someone twice Greg’s size, and the platform he was lying on was fairly comfortable, so Greg was able to relax as much as someone in a glass box could. The only sound Greg could hear was the oxygen regulator pumping away, and his own heartbeat. A speaker in the corner of the capsule asked Greg if he was ready, and he replied that he was. He closed his eyes as the sleeping gas slowly filled the capsule, and he faded to unconsciousness feeling sour and thinking of the look that Nurse had given him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The fog in Greg’s head was slowly fading as he heard the automated latch on the sealed edge of the capsule click, releasing the entire upper half of it to gently swing open. It was designed to do that once the procedure was complete just in case the oxygen regulator malfunctioned. He groggily climbed over the edge and found he didn’t need the steps there to reach the floor. The capsule opened to the side facing the monitoring room, which was currently vacant, and Greg found his eyes were finally clearing. He walked around to the other side of the capsule, eager to look himself over in the mirror.

Greg was absolutely stunned. He had made markers on the wall next to the mirror to mark out a height scale, and his head now lined up almost perfectly with 6’6″. His hair was dark, thick and wavy, running down to about collar-length, and his features were classic and strong. He even had a strong jaw now, and his eyes were a clear sky blue. His shoulders were broad and square, and his body was packed with sculpted muscle. But that wasn’t even the best part.

He finally noticed his new cock and was even more amazed. It was enormous, hanging just past his knee, and was as big around as a Akyurt Escort can of coke, his balls as big as plums. He could feel his new virility bubbling up from those big balls, and he stroked his long shaft a few times to see how it felt. The sheer size of his massive dick was astonishing, likely the biggest cock in the world, and he could feel the substantial weight of it in his hand. No one would ever question his manhood again.

The Nurse was mostly looking at the ground as she walked into the lab. “I have a fresh set of clothes for you Mr. Paulsen,” she said, and her voice drifted off as she glanced up at him. Her jaw dropped open, and she stared at him for several seconds, her eyes crawling over him hungrily, finally settling at his gigantic cock. Greg moved his hands to his hips to give her a better view, and she tilted her head a little as if judge it from another angle. She stared at it for several seconds more before she shook her head and looked down at the ground. “Who are you? Where is Mr. Paulsen?”

Suddenly a voice came in over the speaker. “Seems like it worked.” Greg looked over at the monitoring room to his assistant and smiled. “Seems like it did,” he said, and then glanced at the Nurse and back at his assistant. “We’ll talk more shortly. Why don’t you go compile the data so we can discuss it.” Greg knew damn well that the data was automatically recorded and organized on the server, but he wanted a moment with his favorite Nurse.

His assistant took the hint and left. Greg turned back to the Nurse, who was back to studying his incredible body, most notably his humongous dick.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he said, leaning against the capsule. His cock made a thudding sound as it slapped against it, and the Nurse jumped a little, still staring down at his jackhammer. “Your name, miss,” he politely repeated, and her eyes slowly rose to meet his.

“I’m Katherine,” she said, trying desperately to maintain eye contact. “Kat to my friends,” she said, with a nervous smile.

“Well Kat, I would love to be your friend. In fact, I need your help with something,” he said, standing back up and taking slow, sauntering steps toward her. His cock swayed impressively, Kat’s eyes following its every movement, and she looked as if she might swoon. Somehow, she kept her composure and barely flinched as he approached.

“How can I help you? You don’t look like you need any help at all. With anything,” she said, and her eyes crawled over him again. He continued his slow approach.

“Believe it or not, I’m a virgin, and I would like to change that. So what do you say?” He stopped a few feet away from her and spread his hands out as if to give her a hug, and he intentionally swiveled his hips just enough to get his huge cock swinging again. Her mouth dropped open again, and she twitched uncomfortably, watching his huge swaying dick, and drinking in his manly musk. She was entranced for several long seconds, and then meekly made sideways eye contact.

“I don’t think my boss…”, she started, but he cut her off.

“Your boss will be fine with it. I promise,” he said, and gave her a beaming smile.

“Well if he won’t mind, I guess,” she said, already taking her scrub top off to reveal an excellent pair of fairly large breasts. Turns out that Kat had a nice figure, as well, and when she turned around to kick off her shoes and scrub pants, a pretty nice ass, too. Her face was cute, even without makeup, and Greg thought that she’d do pretty well for his first.

He closed the space between them as she was taking off her bra, and she took several frustrated breaths as she was trying to take her underwear off. Greg reached over and simply tore her panties apart like tissue paper, and her eyes blazed with excitement. His cock was already stiffening, and he stroked it slowly to assist. There was a desk for the Nursing station next to Kat, and Greg sat on it, stroking his massive dick more vigorously, immensely enjoying the feel of its weight in his hand. He still couldn’t believe the sheer size of it, and Kat seemed even more impressed than he was.

“Just to be clear, I don’t believe you’re a virgin for one second. But I will probably never see a dick that big again, and I’m taking my shot.” With that, she turned away from him and stuck out her butt, backing up toward his monster.

Greg smiled as she guided his huge meat into her, and she grunted as the first few inches went in. Kat gasped in pleasure as he was roughly half-way in, and grunted again as he reached her capacity, with about two-thirds of his jackhammer within her. Then she slowly began working up and down his long shaft, moaning and shuddering occasionally as she went. Greg was enjoying himself and wondered if it would have felt this good with his much smaller dick.

Greg got a bit excited and decided to start helping Kat, so he began thrusting up to meet her mid-stroke. She grunted and then shook and swayed a bit, and Greg felt Akyurt Escort Bayan cum wash over his huge cock. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, and he smiled in pride. He stood up and turned Kat around to grab the desk, and he started pumping Kat with a purpose. Kat immediately came again, and Greg’s cock was dripping wet, and he was splattering his abs and Kat’s ass with every thrust.

Kat started moaning almost constantly, and Greg was picking up the pace, pumping her hard enough that the thumping sound was echoing through the lab. Kat came again and her legs buckled, but Greg kept her steady as she slumped down on the desk. Greg kept pounding away, and she kept cumming, a small puddle of which had formed on the floor nearest the desk. Finally, Greg could feel a tightening at the base of his big balls, and he realized it was almost his turn.

He pumped a few more times until the tightness was noticeably stronger, and pulled out of Kat, aiming his huge dick at her lower back. His cock exploded like Old Faithful, covering her ass and lower back in thick cum, and Greg grunted in pleasure. This was worth the wait, he thought, stroking his cock a few times to push out the last of his cum. Then he reached for his new clothes and quickly got dressed.

As he walked out the door, he made a mental note to give Kat a bonus the next time he dropped by accounting.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Greg didn’t feel sleepy that night, so he decided to go to the company gym to test himself. First, he headed for the squat rack, starting off with two plates on each side, and then adding more after every few reps. He finally maxed out the bar, and it was literally bending from the weight, but it felt like he was lifting air. He literally did dozens of squats with the full bar and it didn’t faze him at all.

Next, he tried the bench press, and had the same results. Then he pulled himself up the rope like he was pulling at air, and then did it again with one arm to see if it made a difference. It didn’t. He went to the basketball court and jumped up and sat on the backboard with almost no effort, and easily long-jumped from one end of the court to the other.

People started coming in and Greg caught them staring at him. At some point he had taken off his top and shorts and was only wearing spandex underpants, which did a marvelous job of outlining his enormous dick. Finally, he decided to go home and try to sleep again.

Despite his crazy workout, he was still unable to sleep, and he thought there were other ways he could test himself, so he went in to work to talk to his social media guys. He had them build him a Tinder account that would attract tons of hotties, and he had two “dates” in under an hour, one on each of the next two days. His pictures showed how buff he was, including one in spandex bottoms that showed off his huge package, and they weren’t shy about listing how rich he was. Not the toughest job ever.

His two dates were Asara and Kennedy. Asara was a pretty, slim girl of East Indies descent, with a quirky sense of humor and healthy sex drive. He gave her pussy a real beating, and it only took him about twenty minutes to leave her in a pleasure coma.

Kennedy was a pretty brunette with big tits that was a bit of a new age type. She had rocks and gemstones all over the place to improve the flow of energy, or some such nonsense, but Greg had fun playing with her tits, and she gave great head, so it wasn’t a waste of time. Once he got to pounding, she only lasted about ten minutes.

After Kennedy, Greg decided to start scheduling a bunch more “dates”, since he had boundless energy, and wanted to test the limits of his manhood. His three tries so far had barely made a dent, and he wanted to get in as much practice as possible before his trip, as well. With just five days before he flew home, he scheduled a total of twenty one more “dates”, and he plowed through them all with abandon. None lasted more than twenty minutes, and he only came for two of them, his control and strength growing with practice.

He had gone from no previous lovers to twenty four in just a week, and had ruined all of them, and his confidence was high. He was excited when he boarded the plane Thursday night and headed home.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Greg took the red eye into Dallas, and then picked up his rental car and drove just over an hour to the small town where he grew up. He checked into the hotel around 7am and didn’t bother to call or message anyone. He didn’t speak to his parents much these days, and had no friends left here, and he preferred to leave his new body a surprise for his former classmates. He had a several hours to kill, since he wouldn’t need to sleep, so he looked up some of his former classmates on social media. Most of them were leading fairly boring lives, but he found a few interesting tidbits.

Shannon Connelly had married her High School Escort Akyurt sweetheart, Jack Dawes, who was the starting Quarterback and team captain, and they were in the middle of a bitter divorce. This was significant because Shannon was easily the hottest girl in school, the one that everyone drooled over, and Greg had always had a crush on her. She was pretty, and had very big tits, to the point that the boys had got to saying, “Shannon’s got cannons”, and she had this incredibly sexy way about her. She was also one of the few people that had been kind to Greg, so she was at the top of his list.

There were various events scheduled all day, but Greg only really cared about the gala party, which kicked off at 7:30pm. It was about a quarter to eight, so he changed and headed out, not wanting to get there too early. He parked in the old student parking lot and walked the long way around to the front entrance, memories flooding back to his mind, some good, some bad.

Just inside the entrance, past the stairwells was a reception desk with a man and a woman waiting to welcome the former classmates. He didn’t recognize the man, but he knew the woman. She was Alicia Kent, a former student class President and the sort of overly happy person that always came across as fake. She tried too hard at most things, needed a little too much attention, and was a bit of a slut, but not a generally bad person.

Alicia had dark hair and dark eyes, and her skin was a bit darker than the average, and she was tall and very thin. Her face was noticeably pretty, and her medium-sized boobs looked a bit big for her frame. She’d never really had much of an ass, but Greg thought she was fairly good looking, if not quite his type. She had mostly ignored Greg in school. She wasn’t ignoring him now,

The moment Greg walked in the door, Alicia caught sight of him and her conversation trailed off. Greg was wearing a tight shirt that showed off his bulging muscles, and tight blue jeans that clearly showed the outline of his massive dick. Alicia looked him up and down, her eyes settling on his giant package. As Greg swaggered up to her table, she turned back to the woman she’d been talking to, saying, “Gotta work! I’ll catch up with you later. Go Wildcats!” And then she turned back to Greg with a big smile.

“Hey Wildcat! Welcome back! Which one of these name tags is yours?” she said expectantly, pointing to the neatly spread out tags on the table.

Greg pressed his hips gently against the table, which brought her eyes back to his huge bulge, and he leaned over to tap his tag, smiling. Alicia looked a bit confused but recovered quickly. “Greg, you look so…different. Very…different.”

“Good different?” Greg said, with a cocky smile.

“Definitely. Very good,” Alicia said, a dreamy smile on her face as she looked him over again.

“Well, if you get some time I’d love to catch up. I can show you exactly how different I am,” he said, thinly-veiled innuendo in his tone.

Her eyes snapped up to meet his suddenly, and then she started looking around. After a moment she called over to a nondescript brunette wearing way too much makeup that was chatting with some equally nondescript dude by the far stairwell. “Sheila. Hey, can you hold down the desk for a minute? I need a break.” Then Alicia stood up, chewing her lip as she looked over Greg again, and then she smiled again. “Let’s catch up in private,” she said, and grabbed his hand.

The gym was dead ahead, but Alicia was heading for the side hallway on the left. Greg looked into the gym briefly, and sure enough, Shannon was standing next to a table near the temporary stage, chatting with some older man. She looked as good as ever, her face even more gorgeous than he remembered, and her huge tits straining the limits of the dress shirt she was wearing. Her body didn’t look even a tiny bit different, and his cock was stiff almost instantly. She definitely noticed him, too, taking a long look at him as he passed. He’d make sure to bump into her later.

Alicia jiggled a couple of handles until she found a classroom that was unlocked, and they walked to the back of the room. “So…” she said, rubbing her hands on his chest.

Greg sat back on the closest student desk and pulled Alicia to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they started making out, and she was trying to press every inch of herself against him. His cock had already been hard thanks to Shannon, so he didn’t waste time. He stood up and pulled his pants down below his knees, and his huge cock sprang out and thumped against Alicia’s leg with a thud. She laughed at how solidly it had hit her leg, amazed by its weight and incredible size.

“Jesus! That is a really big cock,” she said, almost whispering, as if trying to keep a secret. Greg smiled, and he tilted his head down to his monster, encouraging her to begin, and she obliged.

She dropped down to her knees and grabbed Greg’s huge beast with both hands, struggling to fit his over-sized cock head into her mouth. She started working her head up and down, trying to take more and more of him with each attempt, but struggling to even get halfway. She backed out to breathe for a moment and then went down again, and Greg gently pushed against the back of her head to assist.

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Golden Pleasures Pt. 03

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Friday night. That meant date night for Jackson and Reese, and Reese was excited. They had plans to go see a new movie coming out, which they hadn’t done in ages.

“Are you about ready honey?” Jackson asked, coming out of the bedroom to where she was in the bathroom. He looked positively yummy tonight, wearing dark tight jeans and a simple tight fitting t-shirt.

“Uh-huh. I just need to finish my mascara and then I’ll be ready to go,” Reese said.

“Okay, just let me use the bathroom and I’ll be ready too,” he said, trying to squeeze past her to get to the toilet. She blocked his way.

“Why don’t you…wait?”

“But I’ve needed to go since I got off work,” he started to protest. Reese gave him a sad look.

“But it’s date night…”

“Okay okay,” Jackson sighed. “For you,” he knew she had a plan up her sleeve. Reese smiled. Indeed she did.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two arrived at the theatre, and Jackson bought the tickets and then walked up to the concession stand to buy a large coke. He had an idea of what was going on in Reese’s mind. Jackson headed into the theatre while Reese went to the restroom. While she was gone, he devoured nearly half the drink. She came back and reached for the cup. She realized there wasn’t much left and raised her eyebrow at Jackson. He just grinned.

Almost an hour into the movie, Reese noticed Jackson wiggling around a bit. She reached for her cell phone.

Reese: Are you okay honey?

Jackson: Yeah…I just drank too much and now I really have to pee. I’ll be lucky if I Escort Ankara can make it through the movie.

Reese: Ohh. Should I help you try to hold it?

Jackson: Sure honey. Go for it.

Reese: By the way…I’m not wearing any underwear…and I’m already wet. 😉

With that, she put her phone back in the seat’s cup holder and discreetly put her hand in Jackson’s lap. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she unzipped his pants with one hand and slipped her hand inside. His cock was slightly hard, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking gently. She kept at this and felt him begin to grow in her hand. Soon, he was rock hard.

She looked over at him and whispered, “Are you okay?” He merely nodded. She took it as a sign to keep going, and kept casually stroking and squeezing her husband’s cock as she watched the movie.

Not long later, she heard him inhale sharply. “Honey? What’s wrong?”

“It hurts. I think you need to stop,” he whispered. She removed her hand and started to zip his fly back up.

“No wait, stop. I’ve gotta piss so bad. I can’t wait any longer. I’m gonna burst,” he groaned.

“Do you want to go in this cup?” Reese reached for the now empty drink cup.

“Yes, please. I can’t even stand up!”

Reese looked around. Luckily the only people in their row were all the way at the other end, and no one directly in front of or behind them. She leaned over slightly and put the cup in front of Jackson’s crotch and pulled his cock out of his pants.

“Okay honey,” Reese Ankara Escort Bayan said. Jackson gripped the arms of his chair and leaned his head back. He exhaled as he began to slowly let go, the hot piss spilling out of him in spurts. Reese squirmed slightly in her seat, the sight of relief and pleasure on her husband’s face always turning her on.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finished and opened his mouth in a silent shout of pleasure.

“Better?” Reese smirked as she replaced the lid on the cup and put it in the floor away from their feet. Jackson nodded and grabbed the back of Reese’s neck to pull her in for a deep kiss. She moaned softly and subconsciously spread her legs. Jackson took the opportunity to slide his hand between her thighs where he could feel her hot wetness.

“No, no. Not yet. Not here,” she groaned. “C’mon, let’s go,”

“Wait, what? You want to leave? I thought this was part of your fantasy?”

“It is, but… Just come on. I’ll explain in the car,” she said, grabbing her purse and standing up. Jackson followed her and they made their way to the car where Reese explained, “That IS part of my fantasy, but I need to go too. Pull behind the building,” Jackson did as she said without asking questions. Once he had parked the car, Reese got out and went around to his side, where there was some shrubbery separating the theatre from another business. Jackson got out and stood in front of her. She lifted her skirt and got into a squatting position. After a moment’s hesitation, she felt the golden Ankara Escort liquid begin to flow out of her.

“Ohh, that’s hot,”

“Yeah?” she blushed.

“Yeah. That turns me on,” Jackson said.

Reese finished quickly and grabbed a towel from the car to wipe off with.

“Ready to go?” Jackson asked.

“Nuh uh. Let’s just stay here for a little bit…”

“Mmm, okay, I understand,” he reached over and slipped his hand under Reese’s skirt. His fingers immediately began to work their magic and she could only lean back and moan.

“Was that hot baby? You like seeing me desperate in public? You like the idea that anyone could have seen us?” he murmured.

“Uh huuuh…” she groaned.

“You gonna come for me?”

“Uh huuuh…”

“How close are you?”

“Cl-close!!” she gasped.

“Good. Come for me baby,” Reese could only moan and make intelligible noises. With a few gasping breaths, she felt herself tumble over the edge into complete pleasure. “Oh!! Yes, fuck yes!!”

Jackson withdrew his fingers and smiled. “My turn?”

“Yes. Definitely your turn,” Reese straightened up her dress as Jackson leaned his seat back.

She quickly undid his pants and greedily began to suck her husband’s stiff cock.

“Ughh, oh yeah. God baby your mouth is perfect!” he groaned. Reese only moaned and continued to swirl her tongue around his dick.

“Oh god yeah, I love that sound baby!”

“Mmm, yeah?” she hummed.

“Fuck. Yeah. Shit, you’re gonna make me come!”

“Already?” she asked around her mouthful of cock.

“Yeah!” With that, he exploded into her mouth. She swallowed it easily and looked down at her panting husband.

“How was that?”

“Amazing. I love you,” he said.

“I love you too. Now clean up and let’s go get some food. I’m starving!”

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Getting a Leg Up

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(NOTE: this is a story based loosely on the Futanari archetype, without, hopefully, the grotesqueness and general story lines usually associated with this type.)

I recently went to Japan, and being an American of mixed ancestry (half Romanian, half Japanese) I found it a little difficult to adapt.

Well, at first at least.

I decided I wanted to stay a little longer and for that you have to go through the whole visa thing and work permits and whatnot, but I went the proper route, am old enough to work (23 years), and well, I finally got a job in this establishment in downtown Kabukicho, which is renowned as one of the reddest of the red-light districts around.

—Which was fine for me because, well, I’d been a good girl for so long it made me sick!

My job was in an establishment called—well, translated as—Ultra-Sexing Legs, International, and I was one of the many attendants that made sure the antiseptic misting machinery was working properly. You walk into this place and it’s a long, wide walkway that branches off and becomes a sort of maze, but all along the walls on each side of every walkway are pairs of bare female legs sticking out. They’re spaced maybe 10 feet apart. At first I thought they were mechanical legs because they moved and everything but then I started to notice (on the tour my new boss gave me) that each pair was different. All really pretty I have to say, but individual. Now with technology the way it is that’s obviously possible, but at first I assumed they were robotic.

Then the boss left me to walk around a little bit to familiarize myself with the layout and as I strolled along through the crowd (it was a very popular place as I found out), I tried to get used to the sight of adult men—everything from construction guys and shop owners to really expensively dressed business types—standing before the pair of legs they’d selected (and paid for at the door), and basically having sex with them. They’d be jerking themselves off on them or rubbing their things against them till they gushed, and sometimes the legs would lift up and the men would put their dongs between the pretty feet and ram back and forth until they spurt.

Running along the floor, and against the wall was a grated trough to catch all this semen, and above, concealed with the lights that shown down, were the tiny misting heads that were automatically activated a few moments after the client stepped away; sort of like those automatic hand wash things in bathrooms. They’d spray down to rinse off what the client had just left.

Then one of the attendants would rush up and make sure all the jiz was gone and then wipe the legs dry. There was a hose blowing warm air down on each pair of legs for drying, but apparently it took too long for most of the clientele. And before the cleaning cycle was over another tiny misting nozzle would spray a tiny bit of nicely scented oil down on the legs so (I guess) they didn’t get chapped.

And that was the part I didn’t get, really. Plastic legs getting chapped? Anyhow, that’s where I came in; being one of those attendants.

Right after the noonday rush, I went in and got my white, freshly starched coveralls on, my boots and gloves and mask (I looked like a disaster relief worker), and went out with one of the older attendants and got right to work.

At first my assigned area was a little empty; just one guy standing there running his hands slowly up and down one pair of pretty legs, while another guy on the other wall was squatting, holding one of the feet of another pair of legs in his hands, sucking on its toes. I sorta spaced out on that one for a few moments, wondering what it would be like to have a guy suck on my toes. I mean, it’s sort of sexy in a weird, kinky way. I’d done things to myself while masturbating, including touching the tops of my feet and caressing my legs and stuff, and it had been wonderful, but having someone else doing it—that was the fascinating thing.

See, on top of everything else, I’d never actually had sex with anyone, so pretty much anything that wasn’t masturbation was really interesting to me!

So I watched and then my coworker tapped my shoulder and pointed at a guy just finishing up what he was doing. He was halfway around the curve in the tunnel-like walkway so he’d been a little hard to see, but now he was walking past us smiling as he zipped up his pants. We finally got to the legs and I stood back watching the mist spraying down and washing all the guy’s sperm off the legs, and then waited while the warm air started up. The coworker motioned for me to go ahead and start drying but the moment I put the towel on the left leg and started to rub, I almost fainted!

It was real!

Through the beautiful tiled wall (that was really artsy and cool looking I might add) I heard a voice softly saying “Thank you.” It was in Japanese, but I understood that much at least! Then there was a tap on my shoulder and I shook off the shock Sıhhiye Escort of the discovery and went back to drying the leg off.

Then the other.

Then I waited as the lotion to sprayed down and my coworker pushed in front of me and started rubbing the lotion all up and down both legs. She (the coworker) seemed to smile at me when she was finished.

“…faster making clean,” she said, and I nodded and she bowed and I bowed, and then she turned and left me alone!

I watched her disappear down that long, dimly lit hallway and around the curve, and then there I was, alone with pairs of bare legs sticking out of the walls all around me. And now that I knew they were real, it made me feel just a bit more uncomfortable. I mean it would be easy to deal with machinery, but this—this was really…personal in a weird sort of way.

* * *

The place remained pretty empty the rest of the afternoon with only the occasional guy walking up to his favored pair of legs, whipping out his thing and then jerking off all over it. And each time I’d go and help with the cleanup and receive a grateful—but muffled—thank you from the other side of the wall. I remember saying “You’re welcome” to one pair of freshly cleaned legs and instead of an answer, one leg lifted up and the foot waved at me.

I thought that was cute.

But then the after-work crowd starting arriving and the place filled up really fast. It was worse than I remembered it being at lunchtime and I had to flatten myself against the wall so people could get buy! Pretty soon there was the definite scent of semen (which I’d gotten used to during the afternoon), floating all through the place—accompanied by the fragrance of the antiseptics—and that, plus the sounds and talking and grunts and moans and calls of encouragement and appreciation from the customers really started to get to me.

Then it was break time—finally!—and that same lady who’d showed me the ropes earlier, came to collect me and take me back to the break area. We went in through some concealed doors in a curving dead end of one of the pathways, went down a couple of floors, and then down other hallways to the main break room. The lady, Kimiko, showed me that the same dressing room I’d been in earlier was just next door, and I finally got my bearings. I’d gotten so turned around!

The air was nice and cool and fresh and I had a soda and relaxed. I was scheduled to be there until midnight and had a few more hours to go. I really had my doubts about being able to stand such a pressing crowd like that, especially with bare, hard penises sticking out everywhere, but…there was a certain thrill to it all that kept me from just walking out right then and there.

I had thirty minutes and then I steeled myself and went back up the way I’d come. There was this incredible din as soon as I stepped through the last doors into the main floor area, and then I was hurrying around, wiping legs, waiting for guys to spurt and then waiting for the cleaning mist, then wiping and applying the lotion. With all the racket I couldn’t tell if the girls were thanking me or not, but at around thirty-one dollars an hour, I really didn’t need to hear it.

When my shift was over, I was really beat. The girl who relieved me looked all fresh and raring to go but all I wanted to do was lay down and pass out! My feet hurt, my calves ached, and my lower back was a little stiff from bending over to wipe all those legs down. I must’ve done the same thing nearly two hundred times by my estimation! I mean I’d never seen so many guys jerking off before. I’d never seen any guy masturbate before actually, but after this first night I knew I probably never wanted to see it ever again!

The corporation had provided a quiet, modern dormitory for workers just a block or so away, and after changing, I headed out. It was late but the city was just as busy as ever. I passed by some of the other shops and saw just about every sort of kinky/sexy thing you could imagine. There were quite a few I’d never ever imagined, and I actually stopped in front of a couple of the street-side windows to watch.

One was like a big store-window fish-tank with two college-age Japanese girls swimming naked around in it. They were really cute-faced and seemed to be having a fun time of it, and they were kissing and splashing each other. Then I tried to read the sign and couldn’t; my Japanese isn’t all that terrific. I asked a man standing nearby and he nodded and smiled and told me that the tank wasn’t filled with water but with urine belonging to the two of them. It had been some sort of contest (something about saving up your pee) and they’d won and now—wow!

They started to finger each other under the surface! One of them was gasping and holding onto the rim of the tank, spreading her legs. Then the other held her breath and dove down and started actually eating the other one! I suddenly felt really warm and sweaty Sıhhiye Escort Bayan all over and turned and hurried away from that shop.

I think my face must’ve been red.

Down a little way another window caught my attention and I stopped. There was this really beautiful Asian woman there—and I mean really fashion model or movie actress beautiful!—totally naked of course, and she was sitting on a guy and riding him slowly up and down. The thing is, she had a cock too! Small but…sorta pretty in a way. The rest of her was totally female though—shoulders, arms, legs, feet—and I just stood there staring for I don’t know how long. I mean, she was sexier and more womanly than I could ever be! Then she saw me watching and smiled a warm smile at me and winked. I found myself waving, and then because I felt a little embarrassed waving, I turned and walked off.

Other windows slipped by: a naked girl laying on a table with guy-goo dripping down from rows of tubes above her and totally covering her head to foot; a pretty black girl pushing her entire foot in and out of a Japanese girl’s pussy; another Oriental (maybe half Japanese half Vietnamese) sitting in a chair, legs totally spread and showing not only her ass and pussy, but a cock. I didn’t even know if that one was real! I mean, to have both—at the same time?

Then more pee-themed establishments, a whole bunch of bound-and-gagged ladies being fucked by mechanical dildo machines or hung upside-down, having their pussies licked by other bound captives, nude oil-wrestling places, and even one club with a couple of women making love who obviously had their period. That might’ve been fake I was thinking because…you’d only be getting paid certain times of the month!

When I finally got to the dormitory and checked in, there was an instant feeling of calm; like the rest of the noise and bustle of the streets I’d just left, faded instantly away. It was literally more quiet because of the way they’d designed the buildings, but it felt calmer in there too.

Then I was in my place four stories up, and though I would normally have explored the apartment a little bit, I was just too tired and flopped on the bed fully clothed and passed out!

* * *

I opened my eyes and it was still dark. I felt hot all over; warm and clammy. My stomach was gurgling because I hadn’t eaten any dinner (just a rice ball and some fried tofu for lunch), and I sat up in bed and discovered that my blouse was unbuttoned and open, my bra was pushed up and my jeans panties were in a tangled clump at the foot of the bed! I almost screamed but then I realized the heel of my bare right foot was tucked up against my pussy, and when I straightened my leg out I felt the cooling smear of my own juices on the heel.

I flopped back flat on the bed and took a breath. For that one moment I thought I’d been attacked, but it was only a little less scary to know that I’d done all this to myself while I’d slept!

I got up again, pulled my panties out of the my jeans, slipped them on and up, then got off the bed and went searching for my sock. I still had the left sock on, but as I stood there in the dark, one foot bare, one not, I started to remember things I’d just been dreaming about.

Sex.

The only person I’d ever had sex with was myself, but never like this! Never while I slept and never ever with my own foot! But the memories, the dreams—they all started to float back to me. I’d been standing somewhere, some hallway, and there were bare legs sticking out of the walls like at work, but I’d…been a client and not a worker. I sat on my bed again and took the other sock off so I’d at least match, got my wrinkled blouse off and then took the bra all the way off. I figured that panties would be enough to sleep in the rest of the night, but I didn’t feel tired or even sleepy now.

As I lay there I kept seeing images flashing through my mind. Memories of all the countless men I’d seen jerking off on all those countless pairs of legs, and as I thought about those scenes I found myself reaching down to touch my own legs; even to the point of bending my knees up so I could run my fingers down my calves.

It felt good.

But I’d never actually done anything like this before. I’d masturbated lots of times but it was always the normal way with fingering myself deeply or simply diddling my clit and rubbing my nipples at the same time. Sometimes I wish I’d been born with bigger boobs so I could actually suck my own nipples, but touching them was more than enough most times.

I remembered getting carried away with shaving my legs that one time when I was still back in the States. I’d shaved my legs, but spaced out on the feeling, the sensuously smooth feeling as I ran my hands over them, and then I’d picked up the razor again and kept on shaving until there was no hair anywhere below my head! My whole body had seemed to come alive, and it stayed that way for Escort Sıhhiye a long time. Every part of me was like an erogenous zone all by itself and even the lightest touch or caress would send me off into a hot and horny place that seemed scary at times.

And it was just like that now! I felt a shiver go all through my body, all through the insides, until everything was knotted up behind my navel. I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest so I could run my fingers lightly down my shins. More shivers went through me and I decided I couldn’t stop.

I had to go all the way.

Laying back again I lifted my bottom and slipped my panties off, then sat up with my knees up to my chin. I rested the side of my face atop my knees, closed my eyes, and let my hands do what they wanted.

My first orgasm was only a minute or two later. I’d been sweeping my fingertips up the backs of my thighs and it had happened. I hadn’t even touched my pussy at that point, just my legs, and shudders of excitement spread through me like the way the sun comes up and starts to light everything up. I hugged my knees tight and then let go so I could bow my head between them and my chest. I breathed—warm, familiar air (my own)—and then ran my hands slowly down my shins again and let them brush outward over the tops of my feet.

Another electrifying orgasm went through me. It was like a shockwave. My toes curled. I gasped but kept hugging myself tight, hiding my face from the darkness. My hand rose up the backs of my calves, behind the knees and then down the backs of my thighs. I came again. There were tears in my eyes at that point because it had been such a long time—so long since I’d indulged myself like this. With all the traveling and work permits and inoculations and hassle, I hadn’t had the time. Now it felt like my insides were overflowing, neglected for too long.

I lay back but held my knees to my chest as I did. I straightened my lower legs and pointed my feet at the dark ceiling and realized they weren’t all that bad looking or as skinny and boyish as I’d thought. Probably my employer thought otherwise. For the last part of my interview I’d been asked—very politely I should say—to take my shoes and socks off and to roll up my trouser legs. I’d done it, turned when the boss said so, and then turned back. Then he told me I could put my shoes and socks on again and cover my legs. I’d thought he’d been so abrupt because I had ugly legs, but now, staring at them, I decided that even if he didn’t think they were pretty, I did!

Then images of reddish penises being stroked or rubbed against porcelain-complexioned bare legs came back to mind and I reached up and ran my hands softly down each leg and got shivers each time. The shivers seemed to shoot down and knot up right behind my pussy-bone and a moment later, while I stared at my own legs, I came again.

I seemed to melt. My insides relaxed, but some other things, maybe more subtle than I realized at the time. It was as though I came to the point where I really actually did feel okay about myself—like I was okay-looking and okay in general—and I lowered my legs, spread them and then reached down and started to diddle my clit.

In no time at all I was at the point where the orgasms were running into each other. Just one after the other after the next, on and on. I was panting as hard as I remember breathing when I ran track in college, but this was way more thrilling, way more satisfying.

And as I masturbated I realized my sensitive legs were spreading and closing, spreading and closing like scissors all the time. They were restless just like I was. But now that I was okay with them, okay with the idea that they were actually okay looking, I focused on them. I seemed to be able to feel every wrinkle of the bedspread and sheets against them, and then there was a point where having just the backs of them scrubbing back and forth against the sheets wasn’t enough and I turned over on my front and went on enjoying the sensations I was getting from my legs—except now from the fronts of both.

I reached under and kept touching my pussy though. That spot was just as important as everything else, but I also started to sway and move my upper half so my nipples would scrape against the blankets. Shivers ran through me like waves—just one after the other—and pretty soon those shivers turned into orgasms and suddenly I pulled my hands away, pressed myself flat against the bed, and simply rubbed my entire front against it.

It felt like my whole body was orgasming!

It all felt so good. The only closest thing I’d ever done like this was to step into a shower and shiver in near climax from the water hitting me everywhere at once. I rubbed and pushed and squirmed uncontrollably on the bed, feeling tingles from the front of my shoulders as much as from my nipples and hipbones and knees, and then I pushed up on my hands and started to grind my crotch into the mattress. My legs spread wide, bent up at the knees, and I rolled my pelvis so the entire V of my pussy would make contact with the sheets. I pushed and rolled and shoved, pushed upward across the sheets then dragged slowly back downward, and I enjoyed every single movement because my crotch and pussy were so completely bare.

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There are few things that I love more than women’s sports. Not for the competition, mind you. Not for the freedom it embodies, either. Not for the excitement or the love of the game. No, I like it solely for the sex appeal. There is nothing that gets me, as a man, more aroused than the bodies of women, their bodies glistening with sweat, their uniforms tightly clinging to their flesh, their breath so hot and quick, you can smell it from your seat, whether at home, or at a game.

It’s become my greatest fetish. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife. We have a lot of sex, and it’s great, fantastic even. But some of my interests are too strong to bear. I think it began in high school. I was a runner in cross-country (not a good runner, but a runner nonetheless). After the guys would finish racing, I would sit down and watch the girls. They all looked so good in their tiny shorts, with their bras fully visible underneath their tank tops. Some girls would skip the shorts all together, and wear these wonderful spandex bloomers. You could see the sides of their cheeks pushing out from those tiny panties; it was divine.

I could barely run at all, but I always pressed on to finish the race, because I would have a better race to watch afterwards. And I did watch. I’d stand on the sidelines in rapt attention, smelling the girls’ sweat and watching their tiny feet run in their dirty shoes. I always had a tremendous erection at those races before they began.

As the girls passed by, I would smile in goofy pleasure. By the end of each race, there would be a large wet splotch of pre-cum on my briefs. Then, in only my third race, something happened. A girl tripped on her shoelaces, which had come untied. She fell into the grass, her shoes flying off, and her shorts scraping on the ground. She scrambled to get up, her white sweat socks slipping on the dewy grass, and just a glimpse of her cherry red panties visible under where her shorts had scrunched. I watched all this for a moment, and then I came. All over myself, inside my shorts.

I ran to the bathroom, terrified. The cum had soaked right through my briefs, and a huge wet mark covered my shorts. Thank God I had another pair in my gym bag. But as a slipped the fresh shorts on (going commando), Çubuk Escort I smiled. I had never cum so much in my life! I usually jizzed out about a tablespoon (watching scrambled Cinemax, of course), but I had just shot out four or five at the absolute least! The lower tip of my tank top was even a little damp. So I tried a little experiment. The next week, I watched the girl’s race again. I was so horny; I could barely hold it in.

Every so often, I would softly milk some pre-cum out onto the ground (the crowd was so thick, no one noticed). I was amazed at myself, as every squeeze would milk out enough clear syrup to totally coat my dick in thick lather (in later races, where I watched on concrete, it looked like a large puddle beneath me by the end).

After the race, as the soaked girls hugged each other, I ran to the bathroom, and locked the door. I threw off all my clothes, and rubbed my throbbing cock, hot and wet. I recalled those bras, those socks, that sweat. I came in seconds, and felt warmth all the way up to my chest. I looked down, and saw my chest covered with gel. I wiped myself off with my towel, and threw it away (I spent a lot on towels). And that became my ritual after every race.

It grew as time went on. My boners grew uncontrollable just looking at the girl’s swim team in the school paper. By my senior year, I attended every girl’s sporting event. I was jerking off at each and every one. My orgasms grew harder and stronger. College was even better; there were so many women’s sports. Every day, I would have a great orgasm. My absolute favorite was basketball. So much bouncing and running! My undies would be soaked by halftime, so I’d go to the bathroom and masturbate. I would slowly milk myself as the cheerleaders danced and yelled. Then the game would begin again. I’d hear them move, and I’d cum, usually for forty to fifty seconds. I’d clean myself with the pre-moistened briefs, and return to the game. I’d rush to the dorm afterward, because a wet mark was already appearing on my jeans.

Eventually, all the attendance at events paid off. I went out with a pretty volleyball player, and we liked each other immensely. However, the sex was only good, not super. She loved it (all the masturbation Çubuk Escort Bayan had forged my dick to over nine inches), but I didn’t do nearly as well as when I watched the games. I knew it was a fetish then. But I loved her dearly, and we married after college. But some desires are too much to give up. I loved those awesome orgasms more than anything, and I never stopped indulging myself. She worked on Sundays, and I didn’t. So I wouldn’t even shower those mornings. I’d get right out of bed, strip my shorts off, and watch the TV.

Usually, woman’s golf was on. I loved it. There was so much time to admire the ladies’ figures as they lined up those shots. It was like they were modeling, just for me. They were so soft and pale. Their golf shirts hung loose on their bodies, their tan shorts were often so wonderfully tight. And they’d just stand there for what seemed like hours, just so I could appreciate them. I’d shut my eyes and daydream. A woman would be standing there, lining up a putt. No one was watching from the sidelines but me. I could smell the grass, though I was really on my easy chair at home. She’d stand there for whole minutes, just toying with hitting the ball, just re-adjusting her grip on her club. Then she’d slowly put the club down, as if to measure the angle to the hole. Then, she’d bend over, and sit down on the grass.

She’d untie her spiked shoes, and slowly remove the laces from each. Then she’d stand, and step right out of her shoes. She’d circle the hole, her brown socks only up to her ankles. Then when she was done, she’d call for her caddy. The caddy would appear from nowhere. She was a small girl, not a day over seventeen. The golfer would take her hat off, her long brown hair still in its ponytail. The caddy would put it in her bag. Then the golfer peeled off her golf shirt, revealing her sport bra, a bright green. She tossed the shirt onto the green as her caddy knelt down and unbuttoned her shorts. She had to struggle to get them down, as the golfer had a gorgeous ass, and the pants were very tight. Her panties were even tighter. There were also bright green, and cotton. I watched as the caddy tossed the pants into to bag and ran to retrieve the shirt. The golfer picked up the Escort Çubuk club, and resumed sizing up the shot, in her bra, panties, and socks.

Her marvelous form slowly bent and twisted, her pallid flesh so creamy and soft. She continued to size, pace, circle, and size again for minutes, minutes I wished would never end. Finally, she would putt. The ball would sink into the hole. The golfer tossed her club down in triumph. The caddy ran over and hugged her. The golfer hugged back, and gave her young caddy a quick kiss on the nose. The caddy gave her a smooch on the cheek, then on the lips. The golfer than enveloped her teenage assistant’s mouth in a giant kiss. The caddy smiled after the kiss and sat on the ground. The golfer turned around, and undid her bra. Her breasts popped out, big and soft. They sagged just a bit to prove that they were natural.

Then the panties followed, releasing that wonderful ass, as well as a spectacular bush of brown pubic hair. The golfer grinned widely and laid down on the green. Her caddy crawled over on the hands and knees, and began to rub those socked feet. She stroked and massaged them, kissing the brown material, and rubbing them all over her face. The golfer moaned with pleasure. After fifteen minutes of this, the golfer popped her toes (still in the socks) out of her young friend’s mouth. She stood on her feet, and lifted the girl up by her armpits, and one would lift a young child. She saw the deep, wet splotch on her caddy’s shorts, and pressed her face against it for a deep smell. She then put the girl down, who was giggling uncontrollably.

They hugged again, the golfer nude but for socks, and the caddy with her cummy shorts. They’d kiss and kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues over and over, licking the insides of each other’s mouths, smooching each other all over their faces. Then I opened my eyes and screamed silently as an incredible orgasm ripped into me. I’d lay around a bit after the orgasm, happy and wet. I’d wipe myself off with my big box of tissues. I’d look at the clock: eleven am. I’d smile, maybe get a bite to eat, but only for a minute. I’d quickly sit back down, toss my feet up on the footrest, and watch some more. It’d be only a second before I was hard again.

In minutes, my cock would be covered in pre-cum again. I’d have more fantasies, and another fantastic orgasm, shooting cum all over my chest in fifteen minutes. I’d do this until six PM; the ladies’ sports ran all day. Then I’d hop in the shower, and get ready for my wife to get home at seven.

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Finishing Ch. 03

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The next morning Sue woke up late. When she finally made it to the kitchen for coffee she looked pretty rough. I noticed the dried flaky streaks on her face as she sat nursing her coffee, and guessed that she didn’t know they were there. So she had no idea that I’d shot a load of cum on her face after she’d fallen asleep while I ate my cum from her pussy. I didn’t speak up right away.

Eventually she rubbed a hand across her face, trying to remove what she felt. I grinned at her confused expression when the flakes rubbed off her cheeks. Some fell in her coffee cup, and I snickered.

“What the – what the hell is this?” she asked herself, out loud. When she saw me grinning she asked me, “What is this. Do you know-” and then her face registered that that I knew something, and it was funny, at least to me. She managed a weak grin. “Is this from you?”

“Yeah, actually,” I confessed. “How much do you remember from when you came home?”

“Did we have sex?” she mumbled. “I remember being really horny.”

“We did,” I joked. “At least I did. You were there for part of it. You got home around two, and insisted I fuck you, and you pulled your pants down.”

“I think I remember that part. You licked me.”

“Yep. I was waiting for it all night, knowing you’d be drunk and horny when you got home. I licked your pussy, and then fucked you like a wild man.” I told her the rest, skipping the part where I licked my cum from her fucked pussy, ended with blasting her sleeping face. “That’s what you’re rubbing off into your coffee.”

“Nice. You blasted your sleeping wife’s face, and then left it there.” She rolled her eyes. “You could have cleaned me up,” she said.

“Then you’d never know how much fun you had.”

“Thanks.” She rubbed her face vigorously, and flakes of dried cum shook off. She shook her head, but smiled. “So what got you so excited that you came twice?”

“I ate your creampie.”

“My what?”

I told her about licking her after I fucked her; about sucking my cum from her pussy, how hot and nasty and debauched and irresistible it was.

She stared at me, still a little bleary, but coming awake, a little interested. “Really,” she said.

“I swear. It got me so hot I was like a rock, and jerked off on your face.”

She smirked a little. “You liked it?”

“Liked? I couldn’t resist, I dove in. Swallowed. Fucking incredible.”

“Really?”

“Really. Ever since the party it’s been on my mind. And you were out, drinking, and I thought about it all night.” I paused. “By the way, are you sore?”

“A little.”

“I really pounded you. Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s a good sore.” She finished her coffee. “I’m going to shower. Did you shower already?”

“Yeah, I’ve been up for a while.”

She went to shower, and I cleaned up breakfast. I was in the den when she came downstairs, wrapped in a robe. I was going to turn on the TV as she sat next to me, and draped an arm around my shoulder. She felt warm through the terrycloth, still humid from the hot shower. Her hair was wrapped in a towel.

“So, do you have plans?”

“Today?”

“Now, actually.”

“Nothing concrete,” I smiled. “What’s on your mind?” I kissed her forehead, picking Nallıhan Escort up her signals, hoping what she might say.

“A repeat of last night, but while I’m sober,” she whispered hoarsely. Whenever she’s out drinking late her voice suffers, but it sounds sexy and seductive. It was working for me. I slipped my arm around her, pulled her closer. “I’d like to be able to experience your new habit it and remember it.” We kissed, slowly and lovingly, and I felt my cock stir to life. I imagined her, seeing me, watching me, enjoying me eating her fucked cum filled hole.

“Okay,” I told her, gazing into her eyes. “But shave first.”

She rubbed my face with her hand. “Feels smooth already.”

“Not me,” I told her, “you.” I pulled back, and reached for her robe, and she let me open it, exposing her naked body for my eyes. My cock reacted as her breasts were bared to my view. One leg was crossed over the other, and I separated them, exposing her beautiful, trimmed pussy. “I want you to shave. Your pussy.”

“Completely?”

“Like a Barbie doll.”

“Yeah?”

“You want me” I whispered, “to lick my cum from your fucked cunt?” She nodded. “Good, because I want to. But I want your cunt hairless and smooth.” I kissed her again, and she moaned a little as our tongues entwined. My dick was fully hard now, and I moved her hand to it. “See how much I want it?”

She tugged at me, and then stood, not bothering to close her robe. “You got it,” she grinned. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Need a hand?” I offered.

“I think I can manage,” she said, and as she headed upstairs, added, “You’ll be ready for me when I’m done?”

“I’ll try not to start without you,” I called.

I watched her head out of the room, and sat, reflecting on my desire, and how lucky I was to have a woman who would meet my debauchery and revel in it with me. My cock was throbbing, but I resisted stroking myself. Fuck, this was hot!

I went to the computer, pulled up a porn vid site, and watched a couple of quick creampie eating videos, some woman eating other women, some men eating, and then one where a guy eats another guys cum from his wife. One where a guy eats cum from his wife’s ass. I got hotter, wondering if some of these might be in my future. After about ten minutes I pulled away, and went upstairs, stripped and lay on the bed, my dick begging for attention. Twice last night, and here it was, before noon, ready to go again. Amazing what new experiences will do for the libido!

I was indulging my imagination when she came in, only a few minutes later, wrapped again in her robe. She walked to the bed, near my head, and opened the robe, letting it slip from her shoulders. And there it was, hairless and beautiful, her puffy lips swollen and waiting, smooth and beautiful. She stepped her legs apart as little, and I reached for her, slipping my hand between her thighs, cupping her, feeling the smooth, warm flesh, already slick with her wetness. She sighed as I caressed her.

“Nice,” I said. “Beautiful to see, nicer to touch. So sexy.”

“M-mm, that feels so good,” she sighed. “I can’t believe how hot it made me,” she said. “Why didn’t you ask for this before?”

“I Nallıhan Escort Bayan never thought of it before.” I slipped a finger between her lips, and inside her. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Lick my cunt, baby, lick my shaved cunt.”

I pulled my finger out as she climbed onto the bed and swung a leg over me, her ass sitting on my chest, legs apart. Her open pussy faced me, looking hotter and sexier and dirtier than ever before, and I groaned at the sight.

“You like that, baby? You like seeing my sweet shaved pussy for you?” She reached between her legs, spread her lips with her fingers. “O-ooh, it’s so nice and smooth and wet for you, baby, you want to put your tongue in there?”

“Give it to me, sweetie, put that hot pussy on my mouth so I can taste you.”

She pushed her hips to me, and then her pussy was at my mouth, and I felt her juices pour out onto my tongue, tasted her tangy sweetness, and felt, for the first time, her smooth hairless lips, pressing onto my face, and oh! It was incredible! I ran my tongue up and down her lips, licked all around it, inside it, sucked her smooth skin, up, down, as she pushed against me. I sucked her clit, licked her hole, and when she moved, found her ass hairless as well, and shoved my tongue up her tight back hole, making her groan and talk dirty, like when she was drunk.

“Oh, yeah you dirty boy, lick my ass, all smooth for you, get your tongue inside my butt, lick me out!” I fucked her ass with my tongue while she held it there, and then she moved, and I was back at her pussy, my nose pressed against her shaved mound, pressing into her clit while my tongue dug inside her for her juices.

“Oh, you like that, right? Lick my cunt baby, think about how it will taste with your cum, all slippery and wet and smooth. Do you want that? You want to lick your cum from my sexy shaved cunt, baby?”

I murmured into her, and she pulled back, and slid down my body, slipping me easily inside her. “Fuck me now, fuck my shaved cunt, shove that fucking cock in me and fill me with hot cum!”

I pushed my hips up, burying my hard cock inside her, feeling her shaved lips at the base of my dick. Fucking shaved pussy! My wife, my sweet, hot, dirty girl was stone cold sober, talking like when she was drunk, as she bounced her freshly shaved cunt on my cock, meeting my thrusts, slamming herself down on me.

“Oh, baby, your cunt is so fucking hot, it feels so nice, all shaved and smooth on my dick!”

“Yeah, fuck my shaved pussy baby, fuck me good, make me cum, fill my cunt with your hot load!”

I pumped her good and hard, feeling her slick sheath sliding on me, feeling tight and hot, clenching herself on me as we fucked, blind with passion, grunting at each other like the animals in heat we were. I heard her breathing increase, and knew she was close, so fast.

“Cum on my dick baby, let me feel your hot shaved cunt cumming on my cock, come on, baby, cum for me,” I urged, pumping harder up into her, and then she pulled her face to mine, eyes bulging and she gasped, and froze as her body was clutched by a massive orgasm. I felt her juices pour out of her, soaking my balls, and I fucked her through it, egging her Escort Nallıhan on.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, cum on my dick, fuck, you’re so hot when you cum, fuck yeah, baby!” She started to relax as the wave receded, and begged for me.

“Come on, sweetie, give it to me now, give me that hot cum in my juicy cunt. I want you to lick it out of me, I want to see you suck your cum from my hot fucked cunt!” Inspired by her filthy mouth, I felt my balls react, felt my juices building up for the launch. My legs tightened, and my stomach clenched, and I felt myself grimace even as I imagined her pussy, filled and dripping, above my face. I bellowed as I came, my cock exploding into her, coating her insides with blast after blast of my creamy hot semen. I felt her pussy heat up and loosen, feeling slick, and hot and juicy as I finished, buried to the hilt inside her.

She stayed on me, holding me inside her, holding my cum inside. “You want it baby? You want to eat my cum-filled pussy? I’m going to watch it drip on you, I want to see you, watch you eat your nasty cum from my fuck hole.”

“I want you to see me, to make me. I want your messy fucked cunt on my mouth, I want to suck you out, feel that hot mess on my lips. Give it to me, baby. Make me eat that cunt!”

She braced herself, and in one motion she was up, and squatting over my face, her cunt red and swollen, and open, and I watched a fat drop of cum emerge, and hang for a second. I opened my mouth and laid my tongue out flat as it fell, and it landed on my tongue, and then it poured out as she spoke.

“Oh, fuck, that’s nasty, eat it you dirty boy, eat that cum, fuck, it’s a big load, I can see it dripping into your mouth, you nasty pig, fucking eat that cum!”

My mouth was full, and I swallowed, and then she lowered herself to my mouth, and pressed my lips to her open hole, and I sucked and licked as my slimy, salty cum filled my mouth, hot from her cunt, her sweet shaved fucked cunt. I was dizzy with delight as my mouth filled again, a huge load, tasting it on my tongue, coating my lips, my gums, my teeth. The passion took me, and I was driving my tongue up inside her, searching for more, and she pressed herself onto my face, and then was cumming again, her juices flooding my mouth, mixing with my own, and I drank and inhaled and groaned as she screamed her orgasm. I felt her legs shudder, and she stopped breathing, and then exhaled loudly as her cum waned, and she relaxed, and rested, her pussy still at my face. She pulled back slightly, allowing me to breath. My face was drenched, and she rubbed her smooth lips on my chin, coating my cheeks, dripping down my neck.

She pulled back then, and suddenly we were kissing, and her tongue was licking my face as she spoke in panting whispers. “You dirty dog,” she kissed, flicking her tongue across his lips, “you filthy, sexy man. Look at you, cum on your face,” she licked his cheek, “you taste like cum and cunt. What a sexy, dirty mind you have, to want to do these things.”

“I liked it.” I admitted. ” You seemed to enjoy it.”

“When you first talked about it, I was afraid of it, of how much it aroused me, how nasty I thought it was. But I couldn’t resist.” She kissed me again, her tongue tasting of both of us. “It was so fucking hot, baby,” she cooed sweetly. “We are going to do this again. A lot, I think.”

She nestled her head on my shoulder, and I drifted to sleep, the smell of our sex in my nostrils, the taste in my mouth. Where would this lead, I wondered as I sank into oblivion.

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The conversations of the hall merged among the guests into an unintelligible mess. Fancy dressed too, I hated wearing heels. Not just because they were uncomfortable, but because if I refused to wear them, I would be even shorter than everyone else by comparison.

I was four feet, eleven and three-quarters of an inch. As if it was not enough to be short, I had to barely miss being an even five. I stopped growing since middle school… at least heightwise. I may have put on some weight. “And good evening to you as well Hanna, you must be very proud.” The suited man who earlier babbled to my husband addressed me.

“Yeah, he’s a talented one.” I replied glancing around for another waiter carrying champagne, “I’m lucky to have him.”

“I would think he is quite fortunate to have you,” Mrs. Suited Man said, but unlike her husband she wore a short white party dress, “After all, you are absolutely adorable. I wish I could just adopt you.”

Bitch, I will bite you, “Thank you, I love your dress.” I said. We continued the fake conversation until they excused themselves.

“Hanna,” Jason said to me, “Please be on your best behavior, they were very important.”

“Who?” I asked, “Mr. Suited Man and his wife?”

He stared dumbstruck, “Everyone is well dressed tonight, come up with a better naming system.” He leaned down to my ear, “And when you talk to people, can you please try not to sound so fake?” Jason whispered.

“Hey, it’s either fake or bored, your choice.” I sounded a bit harsher than intended, “I’m sorry Jace, it’s just that I don’t do good with this kinda crowd. I’m really proud of you though.”

“I know. Please wait a little bit longer. Then we can cuddle all night.”

A little longer was a bit of an over-exaggeration, around fifteen more pretentious couples came up to congratulate Jason on his achievements. I switched away from sarcasm and into my cute role, “I love listening to Jason while he works.” “I couldn’t be happier with anyone else.” I giggled at their stupid jokes. I listened to the fancy people drone. I smiled and fiddled with my hair before answering questions.

It helped that I grabbed and chugged every glass of champagne I could as the waiters shuffled past.

“Will everyone please be seated for the award ceremony?” Someone called from behind a podium. When everyone took their seats, they started to babble, “For composition, music brilliance-” They rambled their speech to the sophisticated crowd. I zoned out until they called my husband up to the stage.

A beautiful, tall (of course she had to be tall) blonde woman handed Jason a trophy and kissed him on the cheek. I know that it was just a formality, but my possessiveness burned.

“Thank you.” Jason smiled at me, “I especially want to thank my beautiful wife, even though we only got married last month. She supported me and my dreams for years and I could never have gotten here without her. Now how about I play something for everyone?” He asked getting a responsive clap from the audience.

He sat down at the piano and serenaded the banquet room. He performed a few of his compositions while everyone ate and drank. It was beautiful, he really was talented.

When he was finished he walked over to me and gave me a kiss before turning to the others at our table, “It was good to see you, but we really should get going.”

“Certainly you must stay, you are the man of the hour.” Mr. Suited Man

2 said.

“I wish, but I have plans early in the morning,” Jason replied.

“Are you certain? There is a delightful afterparty.” Mr. Suited Man

2 tried to persuade.

“Yeah,” Jason said, “Hanna is a lightweight, so she needs to get home before she falls asleep.” Hey, asshole, stop using me as your excuse. But I did want to leave, so I remained silent.

“How did you get here?” He asked.

“We drove.”

You both are incapable of driving in your current position, you can ride back in my limo. I will arrange for a driver to follow and park your car for you.”

“Thank you for the generous offer but I have barely had enough to drink I sh-“

“Can we? Can we ride in the limo?” I looked up into Jason’s eyes holding onto Mamak Escort his shoulder.

He sighed, “Thank you for your generosity.”

“Think nothing of it.” Mr. Suit Man

2 said, “Congratulations once more Jason, and goodnight little lady.”

“Goodnight Mr. Suit Man.” I waved.

We walked towards the parking lot. I stumbled around a few times laughing, and Jason caught me every time. He did his best to follow me. “Where’s the limo?” I asked.

“Maybe the big car stretched over the entire sidewalk,” Jason said. He guided me to the limo, holding my hand tight keeping me in the right direction. He opened the door for me, “Go on.”

“No, I wanna hold the door open for you,” I said. Instead of arguing, Jason started to climb into the limo. With his back turned to me, I spanked his ass. His back straightened and he turned around to me, “Couldn’t resist.” I climbed onto Jason’s lap and pressed my chest against his. It felt good to almost be at eye level with him. I closed my eyes and leaned in for a kiss.

I pressed my lips to his. The warm soft feeling of his lips combined with the sweet lingering taste of champagne. I knew I should pull away eventually, but I wanted the feeling to last. I breathed in through my nose to hold the kiss even longer.

Jason wrapped his arms around my back and slowly slid them down to my hips. I slid my fingers under his suit and he understood. He pulled back for a moment to remove his shirt and throw it on the seat. “Hanna…” He said already breathing hard.

“Not yet,” I smiled and shook my head. I slid off him, sitting on top of his shirt. Jason leaned in to kiss, but I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back. “You haven’t earned the right to kiss me, a good slave has to grovel first.”

“Please let me kiss you,” Jason said looking down into my eyes. He begged unblinkingly, hoping to hear my immediate response.

“Hmmm… not very convincing when you’re lording over me like that. Why don’t you take off your pants too and lay down on the floor.” With haste he moved around to slide off one leg at a time and when down to his boxers, he spread across the limo floor. “Much more fitting.” I noted, “You’re exposed and submitting where people rest their feet.”

I spread my legs. Jason’s gaze fixed on my panties. A dark crimson to match my party dress. It made me feel so sexy to command even his gaze without saying a word. “Hanna, may I touch you?”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” I stepped on his leg with my heel. The point dug into his flesh. I dangled my other foot above his face and he swallowed in anticipation. “Open your mouth,” I said trying to carry as much authority in my voice as possible.

Jason obeyed, he opened wide. I dropped my foot downwards, shoving my heel into his mouth. “Suck,” I said. His eyes looked at me, a gentle and worried gaze, but when I nodded he closed his mouth and sucked on the shoe. I laughed as I noticed his bulge fighting his boxers. “Oh, does my Darling like sucking on hard things?”

I had no clue who enjoyed this more. His eyes closed, sucking like his life depended on it, or me getting hot and bothered by the power trip. “I wonder what all those people at the ceremony would think of you if they could see you now.” I said, “Tall, strong, handsome, but completely helpless to your ‘cute’ wife. Do you think anyone even saw through my cute act?”

I waited for a moment as if Jason was able to speak. His mouth was far too busy at the moment, so I decided to answer for him, “No, they all probably thought I was your cute wife and nothing more. Maybe a few of the more dirty people in there imagined you bending me over the bed, stuffing your cock into me as I moan out your name over and over again.”

“Would you like that?” I asked him. No reply. He only continued sucking. I stomped on his thigh, “Answer me, would you like to fuck me?” He slowly shook his head no, careful not to let my heel fall out of his mouth. “You wouldn’t like it?” ” I pretended to be shocked, “That’s right. You know your place. No one gets to fuck me.”

I wanted to continue dirty talking, my body got hotter every moment, “Oh are you sucking Mamak Escort Bayan my heel so hard hoping to lube it up so I’ll fuck you? That’s pretty easy to imagine. You naked on the ground in our backyard, moaning ‘Hanna, Hanna, Hanna!’ as you cum all over your pathetic self being fucked by a shoe.”

I yanked the heel out if his mouth. It left with a loud pop. I moved over a seat to get closer to his feet. I stepped on his foot. Jason let out a pained groan. My panties started to cling to my wet pussy. I lifted my foot upwards, careful to take my time and press my heel down into his body every inch of the way.

I reached Jason’s bulge. I pulled my foot out of my heel and dangled my shoe above his hard member. I tried to stop smiling, but I was too excited for the next part. I lifted my leg as high in the air as I could. I pulled my foot out of the heel, and let it drop on his cock. His body shot forward. He whimpered.

I repeated the process with my other foot. Climbing up Jason’s other leg, stabbing my heel into his flesh. Reducing him to a groaning, whimpering mess was too much for me. I started to rub my panties as I continued playing with my toy. Once more, I arrived at his still erect cock. I lifted my foot in the air and dropped the heel. It seemed to fall in slow motion. I watched it flip once right before it struck the top of his leg.

“Aww, I guess it missed. Oh well, your cock has gotten enough attention by now. My feet, however…” I slid off my sheer pantyhose. I pressed my barefoot against his leg. I moved upwards and let my toes barely glide across his flesh.

When I reached his crotch Jason closed his eyes and whispered, “Please Hanna, step on my dick.” His audible breath grew louder as his chest rose and fell almost sporadic in nature.

“I thought I told you not to speak.” I pulled my foot away from his body. “Also, I told you, your cock has gotten enough attention. For the rest of this ride, you’re not allowed to touch yourself, and don’t expect me to give that part of you any pleasure.”

I sighed, “I forget where my foot left off, guess we’ll need to restart.” I pressed my toes against his foot, dragging my purple painted nails across his skin. “This time will feel a lot less pleasant, consider it punishment for speaking without my permission.”

Jason showed restraint, in fact, I was impressed. He stayed there watching my foot ride along his body. He blinked occasionally, never twitched. I dug my toenails deeper into his skin to make him react, but he stayed calm. I liked him better when he squirmed underneath me, but him resisting, was also pretty hot. And it would make him breaking much more of a thrill.

I moved back to my original seat. My back and butt sank right into the couch like seats. Wow, these seats are comfy, imagine if we owned this limo and I could play with him like this every day. I reached his groin once more, but this time I went straight to his stomach and stomped on it.

No reaction. Should I tickle him? It would be hilarious to watch, his armpits were extremely ticklish. However, when I reached his chest, Jason grabbed my ankle. He was gentle, maybe to keep me from being alarmed. He kissed the arch of my foot. He pulled away and stared into my eyes. His gaze, so gentle just like him. His eyes were filled with admiration. If he had any other look, I would assume he tried this to turn the tables on me, but this made me curious.

Even when Jason sat on the floor, he was still able to make direct eye contact. He ran his hand along my leg. When he reached my thigh, he pulled his face closer, “Stop.” I said. Jason froze in position.

I took his tie from the pile of clothes. “Hands behind your back.” Jason obeyed, sitting still I tied his hands together. When I made certain the knot would stay, I placed my feet on his chest and guided him back to laying down.

I teased his chest with my foot. I rubbed his nipple with my big toe, he let out an adorable whimper. I pushed my heel above his heart. I played with his chin sliding the arch of my foot across his jaw. Jason kissed my toe, moving onto to each one he kissed all five. He kissed my big toe again, Escort Mamak snuck the big toe in his mouth and sucked hard. “Uuuaaah.” I let a loud moan escape my mouth, He stared at me with victorious eyes, “Okay, that felt way better than expected. I only moaned because you caught me off guard.” I defended.

Jason closed his eyes and moved over to the next toe. He kissed, licked, and sucked. My feet are sensitive, I covered my mouth with my hand to stop any sounds. I breathed harder and harder through my nose. I pulled my foot away from his lips, and stepped on his face, “Kiss it.” I ordered and he followed with many kisses along the bottom of my feet. His lips were warm, he held them for longer than necessary, before moving half an inch to kiss another spot.

Jason wrapped his mouth around my toes. He nibbled gently sending a shiver down my spine. I forced my foot deeper into his mouth. I had three toes stuffed inside his warm cavern. I wiggled my toes around as his tongue tried to lick them. I get wet just thinking about it, it was like he was making out with my toes.

I forced my foot into his throat. His wet salvia clung to my skin. He groaned as his jaw struggled to stay shut. I shoved a little deeper and a light gag broke from his throat. I pulled my foot back and smiled down at him. “Lick the bottom.” I extended my foot to his face. He obediently licked the sole of my foot. Each long stroke of his tongue tickled my sensitive skin. I recognized this block, we were getting close to home, I needed to finish this fast.

I lifted my foot and examined it, it almost shimmered from his spit dripping along the bottom. “This should be wet enough now,” I said moving back to the middle seat. I stomped on his dick with a slimy squelch. Jason thrust backward biting down on his lip. His face turned pink and he stared at me with longing eyes, begging for more.

I moved my foot up and down his shaft. “You won an award tonight you know? What’s more precious to you, your trophy or my foot?” I asked.

“Your… your foot, Goddess.” He managed to choke out between his breathing.

“Good answer, here’s your reward.” I pushed down on his shaft, sliding his erect dick against my sole, and the head between two toes. He closed his eyes and craned his neck back submitting to the pleasure, “Do you think they would’ve laughed at you? Someone as amazing as you brought to the ground by my foot?”

No answer.

I stomped on his cock. “Don’t ignore me.”

“Yes Hanna, they would laugh at me,” Jason said.

“Not everyone, I’m sure they’d be some pretty ladies who stare disgusted as I sit on the table rubbing your hard exposed cock while you beg me to step on you. You’d like that. You get off on being humiliated by me don’t you?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

I rubbed my slimy foot against him faster, “Do you want to cum?” I asked, feeling his dick start to twitch.

“Please Hanna…” He said, “I want to cum.” With Jason’s hands tied if I pulled away right now, he would be denied. I wish I could have done that, but we were on our street now.

“Then cum,” I said lifted my foot and stomped on him repeatedly.

He groaned. I was so turned on watching his dick spray shot after shot of thick sperm on his chest. “Hanna…” He swallowed trying to catch his breath, “I love you.”

His dick continued to twitch even after the last drop left. He breathed deep and calmed down, “Oh shit. Hanna, untie me. I need to clean up this mess before the Limo stops.”

“You don’t give me orders Slave.” Unlike Jason, I was still horny. “I’ll untie you. But when we get home, you’re going to be punished severely for that.” He lifted his back and I fiddled with the knot until he pulled his hands.

He started wiping down the semen with the tie. He gathered his clothes. The Limo slowed down and came to a resting halt. “We have arrived.” The driver called back to us.

“Thank you very much.” I slipped on my heels, opened the door, and climbed out of the car. Jason struggled to get his pants on, grabbed his award, and finally climbed off the floor chasing after me.

How cute. I liked having him follow me. “Hurry up Sweetheart, or else I’ll get started without you.”

Author’s Note: This is a little short one off based on a fun little experience, next story will be much longer and more narrative driven with a few new things I haven’t tried yet. Hopefully that comes out soon. As always thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.

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Astrid assumed her position on the milking floor. Her massive udders were heavy and she needed relief in the worst way. The nipples ached and wept milk – she had bristled during inspection and for her rebellion she had been left in her cubical. Astrid actually had not meant to give offense – however, she had been unusually tender for the last week.

She resisted as the farmhand pushed her head through the yoke and it locked her into position. Her struggle earned her a brutal smack to the ass with his shepard’s crook. The blow would have sent her to her knees as she wobbled about in heels on the uneven grated floor but the restraint choked her into place.

The hand leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I don’t get you girl. You are usually so much better behaved. Keep it up and you could end below.”

Astrid panicked at the thought. “Sore.” she responded reflexively.

He pulled back surprised. “If cows spoke I’d almost say this one said she was “sore”. Well, we will see if we can fix that we’ll make sure to milk you by hand first and then use the machine to finish you off.”

“No. No. No.”

A bit was forced into place. Hand milking was sure to be an agony given her slips of late and her tenderness. The “no’s” became “please” as she accepted her fate and his inattention to her pleas for clemency.

“Hell, I’d take her back to the stalls and let her sit out another one but the manager says she is too popular and they do not wish to lose the revenue.” He laughed to one of the other workers.

Astrid looked at the other cattle and preened as best she could. Despite her long stint in the diary and perhaps because of it she was the most sought after. Her pride quickly faded as a rough hand Kızılcahamam Escort smacked her hanging tits, in an all too practiced manner. Her milker wrung them from base to nipple squeezing their nectar in a large metal bucket. Her liquid sang against its sides. Astrid wept as the video cameras broadcast the event to the audience purchasing her product.

She could feel her pussy drip and the small contractions begin. Astrid knew that since she was not being bred today a camera would be place behind her so everyone that wished could see her surrender. As he stood up with the bucket he showed her milk to the cameras. He attached the milking machine’s heavy cups to her nipples and flipped the switch. The suction was set intentionally high and its relentless draw made her bellow with agony. As she noticed the bidding rack up furiously on the tote board she started to cum. A spray of her mist fogged the camera, which ignited more bidding. As her water splashed down her legs, she lost control of her body completely knowing the level of the audience’s desire.

The machine whirled to a stop but the milking cups still latched on to her nipples.

Her lust still not slaked she ground her teeth against the bit gag. She watched heavy cocked men breeding some of the other women being milked. Occasionally, cows had to be bred to maintain milk. Sometimes it was an extra for the audience or a reward for the cow. She would have touched herself; however, the shackles on her belt restraint would not allow it. “Lucky.” she thought turning away from the action.

“Jealous?” Her milker smiled down at her. He stepped in behind her and Astrid raised her ass as much as she could to present herself. Kızılcahamam Escort Bayan “It is not your turn to be bred yet. Plus you have done nothing that deserves reward lately.” His voice deepened, “However, I will fuck your ass if that will calm you down.”

That was the problem with being at the top – nowhere to go but down – the Farm pushed you harder and harder until you failed. That was their standard operating procedure. Then there was punishment, neglect, or exile – none desirable or survivable for any of the creatures there.

Astrid tried not to worry about that and wiggled her ass trying indicating her submission. It would not feel as good her pussy but she needed some relief, any relief. To her horror she heard the milking machine started. The setting had been lowered but the suction immediately began to tear at her already swollen and ragged nipples. She sobbed at her predicament and the sheer joy of her agony. Large hands spread her plump ass and a thick cock head took position at her puckered opening. It was greased and from the consistency it felt like the same lubrication they used for the cups on her udders.

With a sudden push he broke her open and was in her two or three inches. Her ass burned. He was bigger than Astrid thought. Not as big as the breeding bulls, however, this was her ass not her pussy. She tried to force him out of her – but it was far too late. All her thrashing did was to shake the machine adding extra weight to the hoses and cups which only increased the pain and her helplessness. That and it seemed to infuriate the farmer.

“So, you think you can go somewhere?” He reached over her back grabbing the gate and with Escort Kızılcahamam no mercy he drove his dick down to its root into her open hole. Pull most of the way out he then drove in again relentlessly.

“Oh, he is good.” Astrid thought as she started to cum. It was not long before he shot his load deep into her ass. As he pulled out she could feel his cum creeping out of her gaping asshole down toward her sex.

“This one is done.” He slapped her ass. “Disconnect her, hose her down, and take her back to her stall.” He barked at a cleaner. “I am going to wash the smell of the grease and this animal off me.” He pulled up his overalls, turned off the machine, and walked away.

A younger man approached Astrid and pulled the cups off her nipples. Her heavy breasts now lighter swung freely. Using gloved hands he pushed a clear plastic hose into her ass, then he stepped to the side and turned the water quickly on and off repeatedly. The cold jet caused her guts to spasm shooting a jets of water and cum from her and unto the floor. Unceremoniously he pulled the line out of her and started to scrub her down with a stiff bristle brush and soap. He lifted and adjusted her body as he saw necessary to complete his job. Then using a second hose he sprayed her down, again, the temperature of the water shocked her. As quickly as it had started it was over. Water dripped from her down through the grating onto the soft ground below creating a muddy bog in which another group of more feral bestial women lived and performed for a different audience.

He looked directly into the camera. Allowing the unblinking eye to stare at him for a moment – he smiled and said, “Astrid will be placed in her stall now. You may view her there. The next milking is at 5 o’clock. The winning bid for this milking was $36 per ounce for 9.5 ounces of her milk. As always if you have any special requests or wish to participate in either milking or breeding contact visitor services. Everything has a price.” Then he unhooked her from the yoke and led her off the milking floor.

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My name is Billie Thorndyke. I wrote last time about how my friend, Fred, opened up a side of me of which I was not aware. He placed me on the bed with my ass in the air and spanked me! I had received a few swats when I was growing up, but never a real spanking.

I thought I had finished the story but things went from mildly different to pretty strange. Oh, nothing bad happened. It’s just that…well; I’ll just stop talking about it and tell the whole thing. I left off with…

*

“Hello?” his voice sounded good to me.

“Hi. Would tonight be a good time?” I asked.

“Tonight would be perfect, Mindy,” he replied. “Be here at 7:00.” The line went dead. I got hot. I knew what I’d done. I had surrendered to him. It felt good to me. My pussy — and my ass — were already tingling in anticipation. Controlled or not, I was determined to get fucked before dawn.

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I had already replaced the phone in its cradle and turned away when Fred’s words echoed in my mind. ‘Mindy’? Who the hell is Mindy? I almost picked up the phone to call him back. Then I decided he must have thought I was someone else. I hadn’t identified myself. I just shrugged and decided to wait until that night. It did make me wonder if he had other women on the same string I was now hooked on. The thought made me uncomfortable.

I moved through my Saturday activities almost without conscious effort. I bought groceries, did the laundry and vacuumed the carpets. I took out the trash and collapsed on the couch with a nap on my mind. If I was lucky I’d be up late that night.

Thinking about the night ahead, however, was what kept pushing sleep away. Finally I just gave up and clicked on the TV. I found some old movie and was soon feeling my eyelids getting heavy. I guess it was about 4:00 when the phone rang. I was tempted to just let the machine take a message but I got to my feet and caught it just as my recorded greeting started.

“Hello?” I said. At first there was silence. It went on a second or two and I was just about to give up and hang up. But…

“Uh…Billie? It was you who called me, wasn’t it?” Fred sounded confused. I decided to play it out.

“Who is this?” I felt a grin coming on. If Fred had gotten his women mixed up there might be an advantage to playing dumb. I wasn’t sure what it might be yet, but I would think of something.

“It’s Fred…come on, Billie, you did call me earlier, didn’t you.” It wasn’t quite a question.

“Oh…Fred. Well I have been thinking about you some in the last couple of days. How are you doing?” I could picture his frown and I struggled to maintain the ruse.

“Um…I’m fine. I know you said not to call you but I really did think it was you who called. How are you doing?”

I decided to give up the game. I hadn’t been able to come up with any better advantage than simply letting him know I’d caught his faux pas. “Oh, I’m great. I’m just sitting here chatting with my friend, Mindy.” The silence stretched out and I couldn’t help grinning. “You know, it’s the weirdest thing. Mindy says she knows a Fred Bonham who drives a blue compact just like yours. Isn’t that strange?”

How could he not have caught on yet? He stumbled around and tried to think of a way to reply. I couldn’t help it any more. I just laughed and told him it was all a joke.

“But who is this Mindy? Don’t tell me I’ve got competition.” In truth, Fred and I hadn’t made any commitment to exclusivity. We were still at the stage where, even though I used birth control and we’d given mutual assurances that we were disease free, he had still used a condom when we did have sex.

“Well, it was just a slip of the tongue, Billie. I used to date a woman named Mindy. In fact you remind me a bit of her. I haven’t dated anyone else since we broke it off. I guess it was just habit. I haven’t seen her since just after Christmas.”

That was a surprise to me. If what he’d just said was the truth, he had gone ten months without dating. Even I hadn’t gone that long after Jack was transferred to Florida. “Well, don’t worry about it. I might scream out another man’s name sometime. I guess you just owe me one.” Then I had a thought. “Is it still okay to get together tonight, or are you still pining for Mindy?” I guess I was feeling devilish. Fred let out a heavy sigh.

“No, I was still expecting you tonight. If you still want to come, that is.” I let the implied connotation slide.

“Oh yeah. I…uh…kinda miss feeling you next to me.” I was still too shy about the whole spanking thing to ask him for it. Maybe when we were naked and ready, but not over the phone.

“Great! That’s what I was hoping you felt. I feel the same way,” he said. He sounded sincere, but what can you tell over the phone? After a couple more words we hung up. I decided a nap was out of the question by then. Since we’d said seven o’clock, I decided I should eat something before I went over.

I went to the fridge and — in spite of having shopped that day — Keçiören Escort didn’t see anything that really appealed to me. I wanted something quick and easy…and light. I didn’t want to feel logy and overstuffed later. I decided on a salad but I didn’t want to make one. It was off to the neighborhood fast food joint…

I pressed Fred’s bell at ten minutes before seven. I hate being late for anything. I had bathed and shaved everywhere appropriate. I thought I looked pretty fair and hoped he would, too.

His face brightened when he opened the door. He looked me over and smiled. “You look great, Billie. Come on in.” He opened the door and stepped back. I turned before passing him and we kissed. He pushed the door closed while our tongues were still entwined.

He took my hand and led me into the living room. There was quiet music playing — a piano instrumental. Candles gave the room a romantic glow. I sat on the couch and Fred sat next to me. It felt like he was seducing me but we already had been intimate, so we both knew why I was there. Nevertheless, it was nice.

Fred poured me a glass of wine and picked a cracker from the tray on the coffee table. Besides crackers, he’d laid out two kinds of cheese and a creamy dip of some kind. I took a slice of cheese and sat back. “So tell me what you’ve been up to the last week,” I asked him.

He told me some of what he’d been working on — he was a graphic artist — and I listened while I looked him over. He had admitted to being forty three but he looked younger. He was wearing a pair of soft looking well-worn jeans and a button down casual shirt (untucked). He looked great to me.

I watched his mouth move as he talked. Oh, I really was paying attention to the words, all my observation took only a second. I couldn’t help recalling how those lips felt on my nipples and between my thighs. I smiled inside when I thought about the surprise I had for him.

“…so I just told the client I felt he’d do better going to another firm. I don’t let a client dictate things like that.” He stopped and sipped his wine.

“Sure,” I said, “I understand completely.” I stood up and slipped out of the sweater I’d worn over my top. “I’m sure you have plenty of clients who are happy with the way you do things.” I tossed the sweater on an easy chair and kicked off my shoes. Fred watched me getting comfortable.

“Don’t stop now,” he said. I grinned at him and went back to sit in his lap.

“Oh no, it isn’t going to be that easy, buddy. You’re going to do some of the work.” I slipped my fingers between the buttons of his shirt. The thick mat of hair that covered his chest fascinated me. I tugged at a tuft of it and he winced. I kissed him softly. Then I put my lips to his ear.

“Oh, poor Freddy…a little pain shouldn’t bother a guy who is so good at dishing it out.” He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed more seriously then. I unbuttoned three buttons and pushed the shirt open. I broke the kiss and moved so that I could suck his bared nipple into my mouth.

His hands weren’t idle either. He caressed my shoulders and back. When I reached his nipple, he reached my ass. His hiss of breath harmonized with my low moan. I nibbled; he squeezed and gave my butt a light swat. I raised my head and we kissed again. Then I stood up, gripping his hand. We moved toward the hallway and the bedroom.

We made short work of our clothes and mounted the bed. Our lips and hands were everywhere. When Fred discovered my hairless pussy he gave a delighted gasp. “I was planning on doing that for you tonight, Billie! You took all the fun out of it.”

“From what some of my friends have told me, the fun hasn’t started yet,” I told him. It was true. Other women swore that hairless sex was ten times better than hairy sex. It’s even better they said when both partners are shaved. I had my hopes up.

We tumbled around, kissing, biting and stroking. Maybe it was my newly shaved pussy. Or it may have been the spanking he gave me the last time. Whatever the cause, our inhibitions had flown and we were now giving full rein to our oral side. Fred was the most oral man I’d ever had the great pleasure of knowing.

He kissed me from head to toe, skipping over the most obvious places for a while. He kissed and licked my hip and my side. When he reached my arm he simply lifted it out of the way and sent a thrill through me by flattening his tongue in the hollow of my armpit. My pussy was dripping and it hadn’t been touched yet.

His mouth moved back down my body and he lifted my leg. He kissed the sole of my foot before sliding his tongue between each one of my toes. His eyes were locked onto mine as he sucked first one and then two and three toes into his warm wet mouth. I writhed with the unfamiliar pleasures he was bestowing on me. He was careful not to tickle it. I was amazed at the way my body was responding to this new kink.

Finally, after giving my other foot to the same treatment, he pushed my legs Keçiören Escort Bayan apart and let his hands slide slowly toward the hairless vee waiting — and aching for his attention — at their junction. I arched my back and he lowered his face…and stopped just an inch before making contact. He inhaled deeply and I felt his hot breath wash over my engorged and parting labia.

He kissed me lightly and I expected the next feeling would be his tongue. Again he surprised me. He rose up and took my ankles in his hands and flipped me over onto my belly! He landed on top of me and kissed the nape of my neck. He didn’t let his full weight crush me — though at that point I wouldn’t have cared — but held some of it off with his arms planted either side of my shoulders.

He nuzzled in my hair and brought his lips to the join between my neck and shoulder. He kissed me and then he opened his mouth and bit down — hard. I was so far gone by then I nearly came then and there from the animalistic gesture. He was letting me know that he was taking possession of my body and my sex the way a tomcat does with his slutty tabby in heat. Well, I was in heat! I loved it! I wailed out loud.

His cock was pressed hard against the crack of my ass. I rocked my hips up into him and flexed my muscles to try to hold it there. God, I was hot! Fred rose up again and sat straddling my thighs. I tried to get up but he pressed a hand into the small of my back. He swatted me hard. I stopped struggling.

He dismounted, spread my legs wide apart and told me to wait there. Thinking, ‘wait here’? I started to turn over but he stopped me with a command. “I said WAIT THERE! I mean right there in that position.” I obeyed. I was covered with sweat and I began to cool as he opened a drawer. I might have turned my head to see what he was doing but I played the game his way. Not knowing what was coming was part of the thrill. I’d submit for now, but I’d have his hard cock stuffed deep into me at some point before I left there.

His weight returned to the bed and he stroked my ass tenderly. “I want you to stay exactly where you are and don’t look at me.” His hand left my butt and it was replaced by a light tickling — something — that was totally unfamiliar to me. Then with a slight sting, he slapped the thing across my ass.

He let it stroke across me again and then he slapped it over me again. The tendrils wrapped over my hip and left little bites where they ended. Then I knew what it was! He was flogging me! I sucked in a breath as another stroke landed, this time the ends curved down under one of my butt cheeks and nearly struck my pussy. I shivered with the thought of what that pain might feel like. Biting my lower lip, I parted my legs a little bit wider.

He gave me several harder crossways strokes before again turning the flail so it wrapped down and under. The stroke was lighter than the others and that time several of the tips did hit my dripping pussy lips and the sting went deep. I was very conscious of the fact that there was no hair to take part of the sting out. I was doubly glad I’d shaved then. He stopped and told me I could look at him.

I turned my head and saw the punisher lying between us on the coverlet. The handle was of braided leather, ending in a knob with a loop. The other end of the handle split into a whole bunch of leather strips about the same thickness as a leather shoelace. I had expected the ends of these to be knotted or tipped with something but they just ended. Fred knelt just beyond, grinning down at me.

“Get up and pile the pillows up like last time, Billie,” Fred instructed. I wanted to please him. I wanted to feel that wonderful pain again. I did as he said. Then without being told I stretched over them. I gathered the coverlet and blanket under it into a small hump in which I could bury my face during the session.

But Fred had other plans. He told me to turn across the bed. He knelt at my head and lifted it by the hair. My face came up and he thrust his hips forward. His cock was red and angry looking — and it looked delicious! I opened my mouth and he pushed half his length into it. He picked up the flogger and said, “Spread your legs wide again, Billie. He moved his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth. I opened my legs as wide as I could.

He whirled the whip around and it whistled through the air before it landed right down the crack of my ass and wrapped into my crotch. All of its little leather tongues licked my pussy. It was a light stroke but it still stung. I sucked and writhed as he continued to whip me. My groan of pain/pleasure was transferred to his dick. Most of the time the strokes landed only on my ass and upper thighs. Every four or five, however, he made sure he reached my tender lips. I eagerly obeyed when he told me to use my hands to pull my cheeks apart so he could land a few strokes on my asshole. All the while he fucked my mouth and I sucked and licked him. Saliva was running down my chin and Escort Keçiören dripping to the bed. I whimpered around his thickness.

He landed several very hard strokes on my ass, timing them to the speed of his thrusts. My neck was aching and the hair he still held felt like it was being ripped from the back of my head. Then he grunted and dropped the whip. He released my hair and held the sides of my head with both hands. He gave one last thrust, nearly gagging me, and erupted into my mouth and throat. I didn’t even have to swallow; he was so deep in my throat.

His whole body was trembling as his throbbing ebbed. He let go of my head and withdrew his cock. I swallowed the last drops of his semen and rolled from my perch. My crotch and ass tingled from the punishment. It was a different feeling than the first spanking had left me with. Fred collapsed beside me and pulled me to him. He hugged me and kissed me tenderly.

His hands stroked my back and he nuzzled my ear. “Thank you, Billie,” he whispered.

“Thank you, Fred,” I whispered back. In the back of my mind I realized he had yet to fuck me again. We had all night, I told myself. For now I would let him rest. But I was determined to be in charge of the next round. I raised my head and watched his face. When his breath evened out and deepened, I knew he had gone to sleep. I smiled at his peaceful expression and closed my eyes.

When I woke I looked at the clock. We’d been asleep nearly an hour. My throat was dry and it clicked when I tried to swallow. I pushed Fred’s heavy arm from my waist and slipped off the bed. I walked naked to the kitchen and drew a tall glass of water. I finished it and refilled the glass to take back to the bedroom.

Fred was not on the bed. Then I heard him in the bathroom. I redirected my steps in that direction. The door was open and he stood emptying his bladder noisily into the toilet. His broad shoulders above his narrow waist and hips looked beautiful to me. His ass flexed as he ejected the last squirts of urine. He flushed and turned around. When his eyes found the glass in my hand he asked, “Is that for me?”

“It is if you want it,” I answered. He did. But he only drank half of it and handed it back to me. I took it back to the bed and left it on the nightstand. I lowered myself onto the bed — right side up this time. Fred joined me. He pushed my hair back behind my ears and looked at me as if he was searching for something on my face. “What is it?” I asked him.

“Nothing,” he said. “I’m just looking at you. I want to memorize your face.” I chuckled.

“It sounds like you’re going somewhere — or I am,” I said, suddenly wondering if it were true.

“Nope,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “I just enjoy looking.”

I rolled out of his embrace and rose to my hands and knees. “Well, memorize this,” I told him and slipped down to again take his penis into my mouth. I liked the residual tang of his urine. I liked the way he felt in my mouth. Soft, it was easy to envelop the whole thing. I liked it. I liked the way it felt all soft and squishy when I pressed it against the roof of my mouth. That didn’t last long, though, because he immediately started to harden again.

When he was good and erect, I straddled him. I held his cock up and swiveled my hips around, smearing the end with my secretions. Then I centered it and began to take it into my body. I sometimes can only wonder in awe about sex. The idea of taking a part of another person’s body into my own is amazing to me at those times.

The meshing and merging of our bodies felt so perfect. Those parts of us were created for this purpose and it was so good to use them this way. I rode Fred a long time. He was in no hurry, after all. I reached my peak three times before he got serious. Sitting up, he pushed me back between his spread legs. Without pulling out of me, he managed to double his legs back and rise to his knees.

He lifted my legs (giving my toes another token kiss and suck) and placed them on his shoulders. He held my hips firmly and began to thrust. He was slamming into me, slapping his hips against my thighs and butt, when I came again. He joined me that time and groaned as the throbbing washed through him. We crested the rise and slipped slowly down the other side.

He gave each of my nipples a kiss and slipped free of me. We crawled under the rumpled and sperm and pussy spattered sheets. That time we slept the rest of the night.

Sunday morning we showered together. I offered to shave Fred’s pubic hair. He smiled and told me to go ahead. I took my time and made a pretty good job of it. The balls were the hardest part, but he helped by stretching the skin tight for the razor strokes. He decided he liked the way it made his cock look bigger. I wanted to try out the new feeling right away but Fred said he was too hungry.

After we dried off and dressed we went out for breakfast and the Sunday paper. Back at his place we scattered the various sections over the carpet as we went through them, sharing and discussing things like an old married couple. We had both been through marriages — Fred had two behind him to my one — and it felt comfortable spending the day that way again. Spending a Sunday morning that way is one of the few good memories I carry from my married days.

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Several years before my marriage, I met a young woman who had experienced much in life – for her age – but hadn’t known the greatest pleasure of all until we met.

This is the story of that first experience for her.

I had seen her at work a few times, she was eye-catching to say the least. Her vivacious smile, friendly attitude and empathetic charm made her the type of person who lights up a room when she walks in.

She was younger than me by quite a few years – all of my colleagues seem to be younger – but she was poised and mature well beyond her years. Our conversations were professional and business-related, but by exchanging a word or two here and there about our personal lives we got to know each other better over the next several months.

She didn’t work for me, so I didn’t see her every day, but I found myself thinking about her on the days when she wasn’t around. When she attended meetings with my team, she would usually hang around the conference room after everyone else had departed as I shutdown the projector and gathered my things. We would chat for a few minutes about this and that, and I found myself inviting her to more meetings than necessary, just so we’d have those few minutes together afterward.

After one such meeting she asked me if I could spare a few minutes to speak with her privately about a personal issue at lunch. I knew that several of the men at work wanted to date her, but she’d previously confided in me that she hadn’t been “satisfied” with any of the dates she’d accepted and thus had not dated in several months. I assumed she wanted to talk about that subject again.

We agreed to meet at a restaurant a few blocks away. Once there the conversation quickly turned personal, as she asked me a number of detailed questions about the circumstances of my personal life. I was a bit surprised at her forthrightness, but also found it refreshing to talk with a woman again about something other than work.

Finally, remembering that she had asked to speak with me, I apologized for being the focus of our conversation and asked her to share what was on her mind.

She leaned a little closer to me and asked me if I remembered talking to my doctor on my cell phone while at lunch in this very restaurant a few days ago. I was very surprised, because I remembered the call and I also remembered the subject; we were talking about my erectile dysfunction. After I had concluded the call that day I looked around a bit sheepishly. I was so caught up in the conversation that I forgot about my surroundings. I was relieved to see that no one was sitting within earshot; or so I thought.

In fact my coworker had been sitting in the booth right behind me, our heads less than six inches apart, and she’d heard my doctor’s voice as well. Now, as I stared at her with a goofy expression on my face, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I could only give her an embarrassed smile and shrug my shoulders. I apologized if she’d heard anything too personal; anything that might have offended her.

She looked straight into my eyes and said that she certainly wasn’t offended, she was intrigued and impressed. She said that she’d always liked me, but now she admired me. Admired me?

Yes. She specifically remembered me telling my doctor that I didn’t “need” to have an erection to satisfy a woman. That I loved performing cunnilingus far more than I’d ever loved intercourse and that my tongue was the only sex organ I needed.

“Was that true”, she inquired? “Do You really enjoy licking a pussy more than fucking or getting a blow job?” Her forthright salty language broke down the natural inhibitions I have when talking to a young lady and I grinned at her.

“Yes, it’s true, in fact it’s my passion. It’s the most pleasurable intimacy a couple can experience.” I told her.

She said that almost all of the young men that she’d dated had been completely ignorant on the subject of female anatomy. They knew where they wanted to stick their cocks, but other than a general sloppy licking, really had no idea how to please a woman with their mouth and tongue.

She was impressed by what she overheard from me because she heard me tell my doctor with absolute confidence that I could please a lady with my mouth alone, and that this was my “absolute favorite” activity. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and knew that she had to find out more, hence this conversation.

Every guy she dated, even the “nice” ones, expected her to go down on them, but only a couple were willing to reciprocate. Those few made her feel good but never stayed at Kalecik Escort it long enough for her to climax. She admitted that she always felt a bit uncomfortable too. No matter how willing they were, she always had a nagging suspicion that they were doing it out of some sense of obligation or fairness.

She often fantasized about a gentle selfless lover who considered oral sex something more than foreplay. Someone who actually enjoyed licking a woman and had the stamina to drive her through multiple orgasms. She confided that she often masturbated to this fantasy and “came in buckets” when she did.

I reached across the table and gently covered her hand with mine. I looked directly into her eyes and spoke softly. I confirmed that her experiences were common. Very few men live for the pleasure of making love to a woman only with their tongue. For those that do there’s a slang term; they’re called “Love Lickers” and looked down upon by other men because they’d rather use their tongue than their penis. At my age I’m very comfortable with my masculinity. There’s nothing to prove and I have no issues with my confidence or ego. This belief gives me incredible power; it enables me to give a woman something that those young men won’t ever come close to doing.

“Really?” She asked, how could I make such a bold statement?

I explained that when a man is passionate about something he becomes devoted to his passion; he is single-minded of purpose and shuts out all of the distractions from the world around him. This dedicated focus, when combined with decades of experience, self-assurance and inexhaustible stamina is what I possess, and it gives me this self-confidence.

Her eyes were sparkling with mischievous energy and desire as she wrote her address and phone number on a card. While handing it to me she said “I’m not sure if I believe you, because it sounds too good to be true. If it is true and I pass up this opportunity to experience it, I’ll always look back with regret. Although I’m young, I’ve convinced myself that life is too uncertain and short to pass up opportunities. Specifically, this opportunity to indulge myself and feel this kind of pleasure. I’m curious and horny, so visit me tonight after work and prove yourself.”

Arriving at the appointed time that evening, she met me at the door to her apartment, fresh out of the shower and wearing a bathrobe. She offered me a class of water and we sat and made small talk for a few minutes.

Finally the conversation steered around to the purpose of my visit. I suggested that she go into her room, remove her robe, dim the lights and turn on whatever music would help her to relax. I told her to lay on her stomach on her bed.

“My stomach?” She asked.

“Yes, you’ve been working hard and you’re touch-deprived since you aren’t dating right now. Humans need the gentle touch of other humans, and I’m going to start with a back rub. This will ease the tension that has built up in your neck and shoulders from work. Sometimes the tension is so subtle that you don’t know it’s there until someone massages it away. So, lay down on the bed naked and relax, I’ll take a shower and be back in a few minutes.”

After a hot shower I softly entered the darkened room and could just make out her magnificent shape – face down on the bed. I rubbed my hands together to warm them and bent down close to her ear. “Close your eyes and empty your mind. Focus on my hands as they glide over your back and ease the tension out of your muscles.”

Slowly, yet firmly, my hands rode from the top of her shoulders to the small of her back. I used my fingers and palms to apply slight pressure and ease the tightness. Her sighs of relaxation told me I was doing the trick. She was living in the moment and simply enjoying the sensations of pleasure imparted by my strong, yet gentle hands.

After a few quiet minutes of caressing her back, I worked my hands down over her ass. I firmly cupped a cheek in each hand and massaged them with a circular motion. She tensed a bit as I started this; a natural reaction, despite the circumstances leading up to this moment.

Think about it.

Here she was: lying before someone completely naked while he massaged her ass. It’s an erotic experience. If it’s done right you’re going to get turned on and our culture still considers this somewhat taboo. However it doesn’t take long for desire to overcome social boundaries and body language doesn’t lie. As I caressed and fondled her ass, her hips began to rise and gyrate slightly – a choreographed dance of desire.

I leaned forward Kalecik Escort Bayan and softly kissed her in small of her back. I continued up, kissing her back and stretching out my tongue for long, slow licks up along her spine. She gasped the first time I did this, and shuddered a bit too, but I could tell she wanted me to continue. This was a novel experience for her, but it’s novelty added to its eroticism, and her desire was building.

Like many determined women in their twenties, she had a degree of youthful impatience, which caused her to turn over on her back and spread her legs. She reached out with both hands to grab my head and forced my face into her steaming and aroused pussy, saying “Lick me, lick me now! I want your tongue on my pussy!”

Not wanting to tease her – but to prolong her pleasure – I pulled my head away and kissed the inside of her right thigh, just above her knee. Again I used my tongue to lick the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, from her knee to her mons vulva. She shuddered again, no one had ever done this either and it was driving her crazy with desire. I hadn’t yet caressed her pussy with my tongue, but she was more turned on than she’d ever been and wetter than she thought possible.

I kissed the inside of her left thigh and once again traced a path upward with the tip of my tongue, slowing a bit as I got close to the center of her womanhood, then licking with increased pressure along the perineum, causing her hips to to rise off the bed again.

“Lick me, dammit!”

I laughed softly to myself and, putting my hands on the insides of her thighs, gently spread her legs as far as they would comfortably go. I then slowly swept my tongue from bottom to top, the length of her pussy, causing another shudder to radiate through her body – for a brief moment I thought she’d climaxed!

“Oh God, yes! Lick! Lick more! Lick faster!”

“Your wish is my command, dear lady.” And I buried my face in her crotch. The first licks were long. Long and slow.

From bottom to top, with my tongue flat and broad across her open labia. Steadily and firmly, I licked her over and over again, pulling my tongue away just shy of her clitoris.

Her clit was poking out of its hood, fully engorged and begging for attention. I knew if I touched it with the tip of my tongue it would be all over – I’d send her over the edge in a mind-blowing orgasm – crashing like storm waves upon the shore. I wanted that to happen, but not yet. Bringing a woman to one orgasm is not unique; bringing her to several – slamming through her body in wave after wave, while she squirts like a fire hose – is the pleasure I wanted her to know.

I continued licking upward, varying from the center by alternating licks along each side of her mons – to cover every inch with my tongue. By this time my face was drenched in her juices and I was able to savor that special nectar that only an aroused woman can give.

Finally I could sense that the time was right. Her mind was in that special place, that heaven where only the sensations of pleasure are felt. She was drenched with desire, sprawled flat on her back, breathing fast and moaning with lust. In the dim light, beads of sweat glistened on her body. Her nipples were rock hard and poking out as her breasts heaved up and down.

On the next lick I passed over her clit. Then another. With the third lick I stopped on her clit and I wiggled the tip of my tongue on it for a few seconds. I pulled away for a brief count and then did it again. She grabbed my head with both hands and held it down to her pussy, saying “Yes, there, there. Don’t stop! Lick my clit! Suck on it! Make me cum!!!

And so I did! I bore down on her clit with my tongue and started licking in a frenzy. Faster and faster and faster! She was holding my head in place, but her hips were bucking off of the bed, literally fucking my face with all the force she had. I could feel her impending climax building – her hips rose up she arched her back and started to scream “Yessssss! Yes! Yes, oh fucking hell, yes!

She went over the edge, like a rowboat over Niagara Falls, and fell into the abyss of a mind-warping climax! Over and over again she bucked and rode every wave – she later described it as bolts of lighting that went from my tongue on her clit, up her spine, through her heart and out the tips of her nipples – a whole body orgasm.

It took several minutes for her to come back to Earth. We lay there together, my face between her thighs, in that blissful post-orgasmic world. I didn’t lick her, knowing from experience Escort Kalecik just how sensitive a woman is at moments like this. I just enjoyed the warm, soft pillow that her mons had become as I too caught my breath. Although I didn’t cum, at moments like this I feel as if I did so vicariously. The special intimacy of touching her with my tongue allows me to feel and experience her climax in a way that intercourse never does.

When I sensed the moment was right, I began to softly lick again, leaving her clitoris alone for the moment and simply savoring the nectar of love. After a few minutes of this her arousal began again and she guided my face between her thighs.

She said “I’ve never cum more than once – and sometimes not even that – with any man. I feel completely drained and can’t believe you’re not exhausted. But by licking me again, I’m getting turned on, so either stop, or be prepared to finish what you’ve started.”

“Oh, I’m prepared alright, I’ll be licking you until you push me away!”

She said, “After what you’ve just done to me, I believe you, so get your face in the saddle, cowboy!”

Actions speak louder than words; I covered her pussy with my mouth and continued doing what I love best.

Her second climax came sooner and was less intense, but she still rode my face like there was no tomorrow. I avoided her clit for several minutes, aware of just how sensitive it is. When I turned my attention to it however, I barely teased it with a couple of flicks of my tongue as she went over the top and into the abyss of a second orgasm!

Being less intense, she didn’t need as long to recover. When she was ready, I brought my mouth to bear – covering her lips with mine – and worked my tongue up inside her pussy, swirling it in a steady circular motion. My upper lip was brushing her clitoris and in less than a minute she exploded into her third climax.

After a brief respite I lifted her legs over my shoulders and nuzzled my chin into the very bottom of her pussy. From this angle I was able to extend my tongue farther inside her, lapping away past the inner vaginal lips. My nose was buried in there as well, and her clitoris was riding in the saddle over the bridge of my nose. By riding my face like this she was receiving a sensory overload of pleasure. My tongue was filling her and my nose was caressing her clit…in less than a minute she tripped over the top into another mind-blowing climax and drenched my already soaked face with more of her juices.

It went on like this for some time. I got to the point where I could read her like a book. I knew exactly where to lick, how fast or slow, and the amount of pressure to apply before sending her over the edge. By this time she had long since given up any resistance or inhibitions. She was riding my face as if her life depended on it and going with the flow, as waves of pleasure slammed through her body.

Finally, completely drained, she gently pushed my face away and said “No more. You proved that you were telling the truth, but I can’t take anymore!”

I smiled as I sat up. I went into the bath and ran a washcloth under the water until it turned hot. I thoroughly twisted out the excess water until it was just warm and damp. Returning to her bedside I gently washed her vagina and between her legs. I rinsed it out and repeated it a few times as she simply lay there, in a state of bliss but completely spent. After I left she’d take a long hot bath, but for now it would do. We lay cuddled beside each other for a while, not speaking, but simply enjoying the warm sensation of one another’s body.

Time disappeared, so I don’t know how long it was before I rolled over and gently caressed her breast, bringing my mouth to her nipple and teasing it with my tongue. She let me play for a few seconds before she pushed me away with a laugh, saying “No, I told you no more! You’re going to kill me with pleasure. As much as I hate to say it, you need to leave.”

I laughed and got up to take a shower. “Okay, m’Lady, your wish is my command!” “But next time I’ll apply my talented tongue to your breasts and nipples, which were ignored today. I’ll give you pleasure you’ve never known before!”

“After today, I believe you, but it will have to wait, kind Sir.”

I simply smiled and headed for the bath…

*

Gentle reader, I hope you enjoyed this attempt at erotic literature. This story is fiction, yet built upon experiences I have had over the years, describing a few of the many techniques I’ve applied. It describes my ideal sexual encounter: licking a woman to as many orgasms as she can stand. A man who is in tune with the subtle signals that emanate from a woman’s essence, coupled with the talent to apply his tongue just the right way, in the right place, for the right number of licks, will take his companion further down the path to pleasure. Perhaps further than she has ever gone before.

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Note: All characters are 18 y/o or older

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“Will Madam be taking breakfast and evening meal with us?” Madam Poutville enquired to the Ashton’s at the front desk.

“Both,” smiled Belinda Ashton.

“As you wish Madam, do you require Helga to help with your bags?”

Belinda shook her head. “Robert can manage.”

“As you wish, Madam. Please be aware that husbands are not allowed in the elevators and can only use the back stairs. Helga will show your husband to your room.” Her disdain for Belinda’s husband was quintessentially French. “And you are on the 4th Floor,” a trace of a smile flickered across the stern-faced Matriarch of the Domaine Epouses.

Relishing the prospect of her husband struggling up 4 flights with the luggage, Belinda returned the proprietress’s smile, picked up the hotel key and headed for the elevator.

The room was superb. Elegantly furnished, a grand Queen sized bed, luxurious bathroom and a balcony overlooking the pool and beyond that the beachfront.

Belinda felt a surge of excitement. She was forty-two, dark hair styled in a short, but feminine cut, A generous toned figure and a fine pair of legs that she enjoyed wrapping around men younger than herself. She hoped to be doing a lot of wrapping during her ten day stay.

Picking up her phone she messaged her daughter. ‘Arrived safely, hotel is gorgeous, the weather even better and the staff look delicious’, and finally to her friend June. ‘It’s everything you say it is. Fingers crossed it delivers!’

Hearing a loud crash outside, she stifled a curse of disappointment.

“Sorry, dear,” her husband said, sweat coating his brow. “It was such a struggle getting up the stairs with the cases and then I fell! I could have hurt myself but luckily I landed on your soft case. I hope I didn’t break anything, dear,” he added anxiously.

Belinda counted to ten and then slowly unclenched her fists. “No, it contains my lingerie,” she said shortly, and that is the closest you will ever get to it she muttered to herself.

She exchanged glances with Helga, a sturdy, ruddy-faced woman with short-cropped blonde hair and a generous bust. Helga shook her head and shrugged.

“Will I be sleeping with you on holiday, dear?” Robert asked hopefully looking around the room.

First ice, then hot rage washed through Belinda.

“No, you fucking won’t, you useless faggot!” She hissed at her pale, rotund husband. “The very idea-” words failed Belinda.

“Of course, dear, I’m so sorry, shall I, I should go,” stuttered Robert and fled the room.

“Share a bed! The fucking cheek!” Belinda fumed as she unpacked her cases, further annoyed that Robert wasn’t around to do it for her. There was a knock at the door, and a young man in his early twenties stood in the open doorway.

“May I?” He asked.

Belinda felt her insides melt. Oh, my! The young man was gorgeous. Glowing tanned skin, smouldering dark eyes, wide smile, and styled, scruffy dark locks tumbling to his shoulders.

“I’m Mehmet your designated host for the next few days or for as long as you want. If you feel I am not suitable then you may choose another,” he eyed Belinda with frank appreciation. “But I hope you don’t, Mrs Ashton.”

Having no intention of replacing this divine specimen, well not after trying him first, Belinda shook her head. “No, please do come in. I was just unpacking.”

“Your husband should be attending to that,” frowned Mehmet. “Was that him scurrying out as I approached?”

Belinda snorted with contempt. “Yes, the little worm was being perfectly useless and then had the audacity to, to-” It was no good Belinda couldn’t bring herself to say it and had to sit down.

Concern creased Mehmet’s handsome face. “Are you okay Mrs Ashton?”

He approached, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder, exuding manliness and sex. Feeling even giddier, she breathed in his scent, her voice throaty as she looked up at him.

“I am now,” she murmured, her face inviting him to kiss her.

“Mrs Ashton,” he bent and pressed his lips to hers, firm but gentle, causing her to shudder with desire. “Take me like a cheap whore,” she urged softly.

With one swift movement, he pulled her up and spun her around. Belinda squawked as he bent her forward over the bed. His hand reached between her stockinged thighs, groping for her knickers.

“Oh, my,” she gasped as he yanked her knickers down and probed her wetness.

“Hitch up your dress!” Mehmet ordered roughly.

“Yes, darling,” she pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her ass to him. She hadn’t freshened up from the travel and didn’t care. Belinda wanted it rough, hot and sweaty. She wanted to rut with him like a common beast.

“Oh, God! Yes!” She yelled as his cock slid into her. It felt so good, so immense, her legs trembling as he screwed her long and hard. His animal grunts meshing with her gasps and screamed obscenities until she finally dissolved into a gooey mess of Mehmet’s Turkish delight.

It was early Kahramankazan Escort Bayan evening when Belinda woke. Mehmet was beside her, spooning. Her dress was still around her hips, her naked ass nuzzling against his cock. Smiling, she felt it stir and then purred as it entered her again. The lovemaking was gentle, soothing this time.

“Darling, sorry to disturb you.” an all too familiar voice was an unwelcome intrusion.

“What is it?” She snapped irritably.

“I was just wondering if we are going down to dinner or should I just get something to eat or bring you back something?”

Robert’s face swam into view as she forced herself to open her eyes. She felt Mehmet lift her leg and start to thrust into her with more urgency. A tiny wisp of pleasure escaped her lips.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Belinda began to rock as her young lover got into his stride.

“Yes dear, I was just waiting for you to wake, I’m Robert, by the way. Pleased to meet you,” Robert held out his hand, and Mehmet politely took it.

“Nice to meet you, Robert, your wife is an excellent fuck,” Mehmet grinned and bit Belinda’s neck.

Arching back she breathed: “Oh, yes, harder, Mark me!”

“Shall I wait outside?” Robert asked anxiously.

“No!” Mehmet barked. “Stand in the corner facing the wall!”

“Of course, Sir! My apologies, Sir.”

Robert planted himself in the corner facing the wall, his tiny cock stirring as he heard his wife’s giggles.

“Drop your trousers, Robert!” Mehmet ordered as he thrust into Belinda, who was squirming in delight on his hardness and his cruelty.

Quickly, Robert did so to reveal his insipid and plugged bottom.

“Oh darling, your cock feels so hard inside me!” Belinda squealed as he pushed her face down onto the bed and lay on top of her. Sighing, Belinda welcomed his weight and spread her legs further to accommodate him. A minute or two later, her heartfelt orgasm signalled her surrender. Robert’s shaven stub twitched with envious pleasure.

“So you will stay there until we are gone,” Mehmet said to Robert as he dressed. Belinda was in the bathroom, freshening up before dinner. “Understood?”

Robert gasped in delight as Mehmet slapped his arse. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“You would like to eat my cum out of your wife’s hot pussy, yes?” Mehmet breathed in his ear.

“Yes, please, Sir!” Oh, how he so wished he could, Robert thought.

“She despises you. She can’t bear you near her. You will never taste or go near your wife’s pussy again, do you hear me?” Mehmet squeezed Robert’s peanut balls from behind, causing him to squeal in pain and pleasure.

“I know, Sir, I don’t deserve to be near her. Only real men deserve her,” Robert’s eyes began watering as Mehmet tightened his grip on his balls. He feared he would dribble cum and annoy his wife.

“Stop wasting time with the useless cuck,” said Belinda coming out of the bathroom. “How do I look?” She twirled in her figure-hugging red dress. Mehmet had to admit she was a fine looking woman it made his job so much easier.

“You look stunning, Mrs Ashton,” he replied with genuine enthusiasm.

Pleased, Belinda picked up her clasp purse and took Mehmet’s arm.

“Shall we?” She smiled, then stopped. “Oh, maggot, I’ve drawn a fresh bath for you. Clean yourself up and then join us in the dining room.”

Robert blinked in surprise at his wife’s unexpected act of kindness and almost friendly tone. Getting laid had clearly improved her mood.

“Thank you, darling. Thank you very much.”

Ignoring his thanks, Belinda allowed Mehmet to escort her to the lift.

“Did you squeeze my maggot husband hard?” She asked as the doors closed.

Bending down to kiss her, he smiled. “Very hard!”

“Good!”

The lift door opened, and a blonde woman in her mid-twenties got in with an older, distinguished gentleman. The two women nodded and smiled to each other, each gripping the arm of their respective companion with the ferocity of a lioness gripping her prey.

“Having a lovely time?” The young woman asked, giving Mehmet the once over.

“Yes, thank you. I take it you are as well.” Belinda could see the woman had that unmistakable air of the freshly fucked.

“Fantastic,” she looked up adoringly at her companion. “Just a shame I had to bring the husband. I’ve left him chained up in the wardrobe. Couldn’t bear the sight of him ruining my evening.”

Belinda laughed, “One way to take care of them, I’m Belinda.”

“Janice. Is your husband joining you or have you taken care of him as well?”

The elevator lights dimmed, and the car jolted for a few seconds then carried on.

“Oh, I’ve taken care of him,” replied Belinda with a satisfied smirk.

****

“More wine Madam?”

Belinda gave a contented nod. The waiter was a lovely blonde lad of nineteen according to her guide brochure and was dressed in t-shirt and tight, very tight shorts. She ran her hand down the inside Kahramankazan Escort of his warm thighs, feeling his soft fuzz between her manicured fingers.

Bobby smiled at her. “I will be available later, Madam.”

“Good. I fancy something indulgent for dessert, a double helping perhaps? Dark and light scoops of creamy pleasure?” Belinda grinned wickedly at Mehmet and Bobby.

“It would be a pleasure Madam, shall I clear away your starter?”

“Please,” her hand wandered up to his firm buns and squeezed. God, he was gorgeous.

“Darling!”

Belinda jerked uncontrollably, spilling her wine. Bobby anxiously cleared it up, and Mehmet looked surprised.

“Sorry, I’m late, dear,” burbled Robert. “I just avoided a terrible accident. The hairdryer was left plugged in on the shelf over the bath and fell in when the shelf gave way! For a moment I thought I had short-circuited the hotel, but then the lights came back. It’s lucky I decided to have a shower.”

Belinda scrunched her napkin, her face tight with annoyance.

“Are husbands allowed?” Robert looked around at the other diners. There were six women with their companions, four of them also with husbands. Two were on their knees at the table eating scraps, and two were being forced to ‘make out’ for the titillation of their wives over coffee.

“The floor,” said Bobby seeing Belinda was still in scrunching mode.

Dutifully Robert got to his knees and waited expectantly.

After a minute or two, Belinda turned and threw a bread roll at her husband.

“You useless fucking faggot, why the fuck can’t you-” she stopped as Mehmet gently laid a hand on her arm.

With an effort Belinda controlled herself. She gestured to the bread roll. “There is your fucking dinner, now go eat it and leave me in peace,” she ordered curtly.

Robert made to rise.

“And stay on your hands and knees!” Belinda yelled.

The other women diners tittered in amusement as Robert scampered after the bread roll. It had landed near the elegant foot of a lady in her mid-fifties, who was fondling her waiters cock through the outline of his shorts. She smiled with amused disdain as Robert crawled toward her, then with a casual flick of her foot she sent the roll scurrying towards Janice and muttered: “Silly little cuck,” as Robert abruptly changed direction.

“Wait!” Janice said. Exchanging looks with Belinda, she kicked the roll and then Robert in the seat of his pants as he scampered by. “Fetch, boy!” Laughing, she sat back down.

The women eventually got bored toying with Robert, and he settled away from his wife, gnawing at his merge offering. It was going to be a long ten days he reflected.

The next morning saw Belinda in a better mood. She had locked Robert in the small closet overnight and had half a mind to leave him there. Reluctantly she conceded it would be impractical, besides she had other plans.

Bobby was sprawled naked on the bed, his large cock flopping over his thigh in a seductive manner. The sun was streaming through the doors to the balcony, bathing this blonde angel in an unholy light. Snapping a few pics on her phone, Belinda sent one to her daughter, who replied with some rude suggestions, most of which Belinda had entertained herself with last night.

Smiling, Belinda put down her phone and padded over to him. She rubbed her breasts over his cock before taking his girth into her mouth, enjoying an early morning cocktail of pussy and ass.

“Hmm, that’s nice, Mrs Ashton,” he stirred sleepily.

His maleness filled her, overwhelming her senses. She cupped his heavy balls and massaged them gently as he writhed beneath her. She felt her power over him as she controlled and guided his pleasure to match hers and then drank greedily as he came in several spurts.

Wiping her mouth, a licentious look in her eyes, she slapped his arse out of bed. A knock sounded at the door. It was Mehmet.

“Your sun lounger is in place as you requested, Mrs Ashton. Ivan is on sun cream duty. Miguel on drinks.”

Wrapping a sarong around her, Belinda nodded. “Thank you. Give it a few minutes and then let the maggot out. I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Mehmet winked at her. “Rest assured. Everything is in place.”

Satisfied, Belinda headed down for a light breakfast and then to the poolside. She nodded to Janice and the older woman from last night. Both were naked and glistening in the morning sun.

“I enjoyed playing ‘hunt the roll’ with your faggot husband at dinner,” said Clarissa as Belinda discarded her sarong and settled onto the lounger.

The memory brought a smile to Belinda’s face as Ivan hove into view.

“All over please, Ivan,” said Belinda. “Where is your husband?”

“The hotel runs small glory hole operation for gay men, so I’ve stuck him in there for the day. He’s getting on a bit, but he can still manage to kneel and suck cock,” replied Clarissa.

All three laughed until Belinda was distracted by Ivan’s strong Escort Kahramankazan hands fondling her arse and the back of her thighs. Turning, she grabbed his hand, placing it on her breast, shuddering as he trapped her erect nipple.

“I can recommend Ivan, he is an excellent swordsman,” said Clarissa.

Janice giggled. “I’ve never heard that term, swordsman, It’s very romantic in an old fashioned kind of way.”

“Honey, if you prefer, Ivan will fuck your brains into mush,” said Clarissa.

“More my language!” Janice giggled again.

“My cunt is mush!” gasped Belinda to snorts of laughter.

Ivan had inserted his finger into Belinda’s pussy, and she was riding it as they chatted.

“I should try my husband in the glory hole. He is struggling with the forced gay thing, but I keep telling him it’s for his own good. He really isn’t trying hard enough!” Janice grumbled.

“They sometimes struggle, but deprive them of your pussy, shove their latent fagness in their face and choke enough dick down their throats and they will soon start begging for cock,” said Clarissa.

Adjusting her sunglasses Janice motioned to Ted, a black adonis in white speedos who was standing nearby, alert to his guest’s needs. He loped over in an easy limbed stride making Janice ache with need.

Reaching for the sun cream, he stopped as Janice ran her small hands over his taut body.

“Carry me off into the bushes and fuck me, fuck me hard,” she instructed him.

“As you wish, Mrs Leyton,” and with one sweeping movement, he scooped the young woman into his arms and disappeared into the undergrowth.

Clarissa looked over her glasses at Belinda who was scrabbling at Ivan’s trunks as he fingered her. Chuckling to herself, Clarissa picked up her magazine. The sound of a siren intruded over the sound of gasps, giggles and frenzied groping from the bushes behind her. She idly wondered if everyone was okay. Probably a husband in a gimp mask having a problem, she thought as she leafed through the magazine of naked men in various poses.

Belinda too heard the sign of sirens as Ivan dragged her into the bushes and pinned her on the soft ground. Moaning in anticipation, she felt his erect eagerness pressing into her thigh. She had selected the ‘Ravishment’ package for today and Ivan was built to deliver. She thrilled at the thought of playing ‘fair Maiden’ to his ‘manly Viking’.

“Please, no,” she gasped as he forced her legs apart. She was about to add, “but I am only a shy virgin,” when he penetrated her, causing her to utter, “oh, yes! Fuck me!”

His hand clasped over her mouth.

“Be quiet, wench!” He warned, and Belinda nodded eagerly, loving the feel of his hard, strong body against her softness.

Reaching down, she grasped his firm ass cheeks and held on for dear life as he pounded her into the soft grass. The sound of the siren was sweet music to accompany even sweeter sex.

“That was simply heaven, darling,” she murmured as she lay on the grass exhausted, the sun soothing her plundered body.

“Da, Mrs Ashton. I am pleased to serve,” rumbled Ivan chewing on a blade of grass as he sat beside her.

Contentedly, Belinda gazed up at the cloudless sky. I must work on my tan after lunch, she thought idly and then recalling the siren earlier a small smile crept over her face.

“Darling, there you are!”

That all too familiar voice jangled through Belinda and a wave of nausea followed in its wake.

Ivan cursed in Russian. Belinda cursed in English. Belinda won.

Robert was panting heavily, mopping his brow with his white hankie. “It’s very hot today, dear. I don’t want you getting burnt,” he said anxiously looking down at his naked wife, semen tricking languidly from her cunt.

Keeping her eyes closed in the vain hope this was a bad dream Belinda half-listened as her husband prattled on.

“Mehmet asked me to help with a small boiler problem, well I was only too happy to be useful and did as he asked and manned one of the outlet valves. He asked me to turn clockwise, I said, ‘clockwise’? I was making sure you see as I always get it muddled up. I have to imagine a clock-“

“Is there a fucking point to this tedious nonsense?” Belinda cut in, tight-lipped.

“Sorry, dear. Long story short, the outlet valve Mehmet was turning blew out and caught him in the, um, well, balls.”

“Mehmet is hurt?” Ivan gasped. “My sweet baby!” Ivan jumped to his feet and headed for the hotel.

Belinda looked horrified at the fast disappearing Ivan, and yelled: “What do you mean ‘your sweet baby’?”

“I was quite lucky, dear, the valve I was manning was head height,” continued Robert.

“Lucky?” Belinda screamed at him. Yet again words failed her and she too stormed back to the hotel.

“Everything okay?” Clarissa called after her.

“No, it fucking isn’t!”

Raising an eyebrow, Clarissa tutted to herself. Really, she thought how common.

****

“I assure you, Mrs Ashton everything will be as you wish. Just a few setbacks.” Madam Poutville assured her with Helga nodding along.

Belinda was not mollified. Not even Toby massaging her shoulders helped. Well, it helped a bit, she reluctantly conceded.

“I haven’t paid handsomely, well, Robert hasn’t paid handsomely, only to be short changed on the commission you accepted, Madam Poutville.”

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