Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 13: Final

Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 13: Final

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“Wake up, Nancy. Rise and shine. Time to get up, sissy.”

I hadn’t heard the key turn in the door lock, and I hadn’t heard Ms. Jensen enter my room. I sat bolt upright, then remembered that I was wearing only the peach bra and panty set and I grabbed the sheet to cover myself.

“Don’t be so silly, Nancy. I’ve seen plenty more of you than that,” she laughed. Did you enjoy yesterday, Nancy?” Then without giving me a chance to answer she continued, “I think it is so cute that your Mistress has named you Nancy. It is such an old-school feminine name. It suits you just fine.”

“Thank you, Ms. Jensen,” I ventured, still trying to orient myself after the sudden wakeup, and more than a little embarrassed that I was sporting one of those morning erections which she would surely notice.

“Get going, sleepyhead. Up and off with your bra and panties. Ms. Panington wants you showered, shaved and ready for the day ASAP.”

I got out of bed, and then turned away from Ms. Jensen to pull off my panties, hoping that she wouldn’t notice my erection.

“I see it, Nancy. You don’t have to hide yourself on my account. Your little weenie is so cute. It still has the pink bow on it. I heard about that,” she teased. “I guess you’ll have to take that off as well. It will just get ruined in the shower.”

I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom where she opened the door to the glass surround shower stall. She spun me around so that I was facing her and she quickly removed the arousal monitor from my penis. “Here’s a razor and some shaving cream. Ms. Panington wants it all off, as close a shave as you can get, Nancy. Madam Christina said that you’d gotten a bit stubbly ‘down there,’ and we want it smooth. I’ll be right here if you have any trouble.”

The shaving cream was called Satin Care Pashionista Fruit, and it was a lady’s razor that I had been given. And the body wash and shampoo both had a lovely smell of lavender. By the time I was done, the feminine scents had me feeling quite girly.

I toweled off and Ms. Jensen supervised the monitor being refitted, then she took a spray bottle from the counter and gave me a few spritzes of a flowery mist and she handed me a blue “Secret” ladies deodorant.

“Let’s go get you dressed, Nancy,” and Ms. Jensen led the way back to my room. When we got there, Ms. Panington was there and rummaging through the clothes rack.

“Good morning, Ms. Jensen. Good morning, Nancy. I see that you are showered and shaved,” and she gave my bottom a playful pat. “I thought I’d come down and supervise your dressing myself. By the way, I looked at the arousal printout from last night after we left you for the night. Looked like you had taken a few strokes, then stopped. Very commendable.”

“Thank you, Ms. Panington. Yes, I wanted to masturbate; but I meant what I told Kelli, er, Mistress Kelli. I intend to keep my promises to her,” I replied.

“Very good, Nancy. I have laid out your lingerie for today on the bed. I want you in pink lace. We’re going to be using the triple D forms again. It seemed to me that you so enjoy having large breasts, Nancy.” And I blushed with the knowledge that she was, once again, quite right about me.

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What I did not know then, and only found out after Mistress Kelli had taken me home, was that Ms. Panington and her staff had spoken to my Mistress after I had been put to bed, and I knew nothing of the email that had arrived this morning in Ms. Panington’s inbox from my wife.

It had read: “Good morning, Ms. Panington. I will arrive on the 3:20 flight. If one of your team is able to pick me up, that’d be great. Otherwise I will take a cab. Please text my phone so that I know.”

“Oh, and about further feminizing Nancy for his presentation to me, I think I will go with that. I want him to be most humiliated when he first sees that I am there. If it turns out that he finds the full treatment of makeup and wig arousing, well then I believe that I will have another carrot to dangle in front of his sissy prick. Have some other ideas, too—will discuss upon arrival. Thank you. See you this afternoon. K.”

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“Today I want you in a corset, Nancy. I have brought one with me that I think will suit you just fine. So hurry on with the bra and panty I set out for you, and then I’ll get you laced up,” Ms. Panington announced.

“Yes, Ma’am. Forms too?” I asked.

“Of course, silly. We both know you love having titties like a real girl.”

As I grabbed the panties and opened the waistband to put them on I realized that they were like no panties I had ever seen. There was a prominent round opening in the rear that, as I slid them on, left my butt cheeks entirely exposed. I imagined that Altındağ Escort this was to provide access for the magic butt plug and I started to get an erection at the thought.

I did as I was told, then stood in front of Ms. Panington as she wrapped a pink under-bust corset around me. She clasped the heavy hook and eye fasteners, and then turned me around so that she could begin my lacing. Being corseted had been a favorite masturbation fantasy of mine, but I had never experienced what I began to feel as Ms. Panington pulled each row of laces tight. It took my breath away. I began to feel unbelievably sexy and my cock was now engorged and pushing against the pink lace of my panties.

Then Ms. Panington positioned me in front of the full-length mirror. From the neck down I looked like a voluptuous woman. That is, other than the prominent bulge in my panties. My breasts were large and protruding. My waist had been pulled in at least 3 inches, leaving the illusion of full hips. “Now let’s get a dress on you, Nancy,” Ms. Panington instructed.

She went to the clothes rack and returned with a white satin dress. It had a pink lace bodice and pink lace accents at the hem and sleeves. The skirt flared out and was so short that I knew my ass would be exposed.

“Put this on, Nancy. But first attach these white stockings to the garters on your corset. That’s it. I know you’ve attached stockings to garters before, Nancy, don’t try to pretend you haven’t. Good girl. Now these heels.” A pair of modest 2-inch white pumps completed the outfit. “Now I’ll get you some breakfast. Then we’ll be off to the beauty salon.”

“Beauty salon?” I thought to myself as I followed Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen out of the room and down the hall towards the elevators. I felt very self-conscious about my short skirt as I knew that my bare ass was exposed, and I kept trying to pull down the hem of my dress.

“Stop that, sissy. Hands clasped in front of you. Why so modest about your ass today. Just yesterday you were begging Madam Christina to leave a plug in it,” Ms. Panington said as Ms. Jensen giggled.

Lucky for me, the elevator door opened to an empty car, and we rode in silence to the same floor the nursery had been on, but turned the opposite direction once the elevator door opened. Inside a door simply marked “Beauty,” there were three salon chairs. Two of them were occupied by who I believed to be two of the transvestites that I had seen a couple days earlier being led to a cooking class.

Both were beautiful, impeccably made up, appeared to be getting their hair done, and they greeted me in voices far too husky for their alluring feminine appearances. I mumbled a quick hello, now feeling even more embarrassed to be in the presence of such beautiful feminized men. Ms. Panington introduced me to Ms. Carlson who she announced would be “making me pretty.”

“He hasn’t had anything to eat yet today, so I’m going to order him up a smoothie. Hope you don’t mind his sipping from a straw while you’re working on him?” Ms. Panington asked.

“Oh no, that’s fine. I do the lips last anyway.” Ms. Carlson said, and then turned to me, “Show me your dress, Nancy. It’s gorgeous.”

As I did a slow pirouette, Ms. Carlson let out a low whistle, “Short skirt on this one, Ms. Panington, and those panties, I’m guessing that she’ll be getting the treatment sometime today then?”

“Hush, now. We don’t want to scare her, um, him,” Ms. Panington responded which of course was enough to scare the beejeebees out of me.

Ms. Carlson put a plush terry cloth towel over the remaining empty salon chair and directed me to sit down. Ms. Panington started for the door, and then turned to Ms. Carlson, “I want this one looking quite sluttish. It’s a special day.” Then I heard hushed giggling from the two transvestites. I figured that they knew what ‘the treatment’ was, and they must have thought that it was funny that I was going to receive it.

I sat back in the chair, and soon my smoothie arrived. I was famished, so I sipped on it as Ms. Carlson worked to make up my face. She talked me through it as she went. First she smoothed in some moisturizer, then concealer, then foundation, then setting powder, then eyeliner, brow pencil, mascara, lip liner, then lipstick. She kept me turned away from the mirror until she had topped it off with a shoulder length auburn wig.

Ms. Carlson turned me to look at her creation as she fussed with the wig. I was dumbfounded, speechless, and aroused all at the same time. I felt my cock stirring and growing as I looked at the image of my feminine self in the mirror. What did it mean that I was getting hard looking at my feminine image? Did I want to have sex with myself? I guess that’s what I’d been doing with all that masturbation; but, if I do say so myself, I looked HOT.

Next came some dangly silver ear rings, Escort Altındağ and a matching necklace. Then Ms. Carlson removed the smock she had used to cover my dress, had me stand up, and again turn in front of her. She gushed over how pretty I was, and let out a stifled giggle when my revealing panties were turned her way.

Soon Madam Christina entered the beauty salon. She first went to Ms. Carlson and whispered something in her ear. I felt embarrassed for her to see me like this, even though she had seen me in many compromising situations over the last few days. She made her way over to where I stood and softly stroked my bare behind with a gloved hand. “Very nice, Nancy, very pretty.”

Without another word she reached into my panties, took my cock firmly in her grip and led me out the door and back to the training room. “Don’t worry, Nancy. We can touch up your makeup. Ms. Carlson gave me a makeup case with the right shades. You don’t have to worry about making a mess while you practice ass and pussy worship today.”

By now it was early afternoon, and I was soon hard at work servicing the plastic pussy and the plastic ass. I had squealed with delight (like a girl) when Madam Christina had inserted the butt plug that pulsed, vibrated, and tickled my prostate in response to my efforts at oral service.

“You’re doing fine, Nancy, but I am going to hold your stimulation just below the level of an orgasm, at least for now. I want to save you for the treatment,” Madam Christina told me.

I succeeded in giving the plastic orifices multiple orgasms. Madam Christina taught me to stimulate the clitoris with my finger while I orally serviced the anus. And, she taught me to digitally stimulate the anus while I worshipped the pussy. I was pleased at my successes, but frankly I was ready to service the real thing. I was confident that I could please Mistress Kelli.

“Okay, Nancy, we’re going to take a break. You can sit back and relax and I’ll get you some water and a snack. Not much nourishment in eating plastic pussy,” Madam Christina teased. “And, I am taking out the butt plug. I know you love it, but that’s enough for now.” I bent over in a most humiliating manner as she slowly removed it.

After a few minutes Madam Christina presented me with the penis extender and told me to put it on, which I did. “Leave the panties on, she told me, “I want the fake cock protruding from your panties.” Then she led me to a section of the room that was curtained off from the rest. Behind the curtain was a padded bench about three feet off of the floor.

On the bench was a black leather head harness with a six inch dildo attached to it. Immediately I knew that this was a chin dildo. I had seen pictures of these, but had no experience with the device. Madam Christina wasted no time in pulling it over my head and securing it. My mouth was left exposed and Madam Christina told me that I was to gently suck and lick the clitoris while my chin cock fucked pussy. The dildo protruded comically from my chin, and she laughed as she stroked it.

“Up you go, sissy, up and on your knees” and Madam Christina patted the bench. I got up and knelt upright. “Bend,” she said, and as I bent at the waist she pulled Velcro straps from under the bench and secured both of my arms to the side of the bench. “Wiggle your head back and forth and thrust your chin dildo back and forth. I want to be sure that you have full movement,” she instructed.

Next she sat herself down in what could best be described as an ornate throne on wheels. She pushed a few buttons and the throne rose up and down and the seat changed positions. She wheeled herself close to my face, lifted her leather skirt, and taunted me with her black panties inches from my nose. “Perfect,” she said and she got up and busied herself behind me. I could look to the side and see my reflection in a mirror that took up the entire wall.

I looked ridiculous. My bare ass was in the air outlined by the cutout pink panties. My skirt fluttered above my ass. My penis extension protruded from my panties and it appeared that I had a huge hard-on. A dildo protruded from my chin. The hair from my wig now hung down partially hiding my face, but my face was unmistakably made up in a most feminine and, yes, sluttish style.

Soon Madam Christina came around in front of me. She had removed her leather skirt. She had replaced it with a dildo harness and she now sported a cock that made my extension seem small. I began to panic as she stood in front of me stroking this phallus just inches from my face.

“You will be getting the treatment this afternoon, Nancy. All of us ladies are in agreement that you’ve earned it. You are such a good sissy, so compliant, and you have shown that you can worship ass and pussy with the best of them. And, we have seen how much you have enjoyed stimulation in your ass.”

She Altındağ Escort Bayan paused. I could feel my body shuddering and my sphincter muscles tightening. “Soon our audience will arrive and I will have the pleasure of fucking your virgin ass. Would you like that, Nancy?” Madam Christina said.

I vigorously shook my head. “No, no, no,” I wanted to shout. But I said nothing. Part of me wanted to experience being taken in this way.

Then I was enclosed in total darkness as Madam Christina pulled a blindfold over my eyes and secured it behind my head. The minutes dragged on as I knew that I would soon enough be violated by that large strap-on and that this would be witnessed by the entire female staff of the Institute. Eventually I could hear the clicking of high heels on the tile floor; then female voices. I could identify Ms. Panington, Ms. Jensen, Ms. Sweeney, Ms. Carlson, and even Nurse Pyre. They chatted amongst themselves like this was an afternoon coffee break.

Suddenly the room became silent. I heard one more pair of high heels click their way towards me. Then I could hear some fussing with the electric throne. I felt a cool gob of what must have been lube on my anus. Soon I felt what I believed to be a finger inserted and there was modest applause from the spectators. Then I felt the head of the dildo at my opening and I heard Madam Christina telling me to relax and to remember how good the butt plug felt. “Soon you will have an orgasm, Nancy, a most sissy orgasm.”

Then I heard the motor on the throne whirring and someone was directing my head. I realized that it was Ms. Panington when I heard her say, “Inhale deeply, sissy Nancy, and service your Mistress.”

“No, it couldn’t be,” I thought, “My Mistress? Mistress Kelli?” I began to thrust the chin dildo and soon my nose was drenched with the unmistakable intoxicating scent of my wife. I thrust wildly and when my mouth felt a wet pussy I sucked in as much fragrant pussy juice as I could. I knew the taste. It was Kelli. My wife. My Mistress. I was in a frenzy, intoxicated with the taste and scent of her, wanting to please her and show her what I had learned.

I felt the thrusting in my ass start slowly, then build. I was in a mood-altered state. Endorphins were firing on all cylinders. Sensations flooded my ass, my prostate was being assaulted, my head was filled with the scent that, for days, I had only been able to sniff from the gusset of panties. And my mouth was filled with the taste of her.

I moaned. I thrust. I wiggled my chin. Then I heard it. I heard Kelli, my Mistress, I heard her cry out with an ecstasy I had never before heard. I heard her gasping, then screaming, “Fuck me, sissy, fuck me with your mouth. Fuck me like you never have before.”

I fucked her with the chin dildo, thrusting violently back and forth, licking and sucking her clit with each forward thrust. The harder I fucked and sucked, the more she moaned and screamed as her hips shuddered with multiple orgasms and her thighs squeezed my head so tightly that it was as though I was part of her.

“Oh Nancy, ooohhhh my sissy hubby! I have waited so long for this. My small-dicked husband finally pleases me,” she shouted.

As Kelli gushed her enthusiastic pleasure, pressure was building in my ass. I could feel myself bucking against Madam Christina’s strap-on. My cock was hard in the confines of the penis extender. I could feel my body tightening and I knew that the first wave of the wonderful prostate orgasm was about to overwhelm me.

“Take his blindfold off. I want him to look at me as he cums with your strap-on in his ass,” Kelli shouted. I felt hands fumbling with the blindfold and soon hands grabbed my chin and held my head up so that I was looking directly at Kelli.

A wave of humiliation flooded me as my wife gazed down at my face contorted in orgasmic ecstasy as I was being fucked in the ass by another woman. “Fuck him. Fuck him,” she shouted.

My body shuddered and I let out an involuntary long moan as I could feel ejaculate leak from my cock. I buried my face back in Kelli’s pussy and she patted my head as the room erupted in applause.

“I am ready to take him home. Thank you all so much. You have forever changed our lives,” I heard my Mistress tell the staff of the Institute. “Please take the chin dildo off of him so I can see his feminized face.”

I held my head up and looked into her eyes for the longest time. She looked back at me warmly. Finally she said, “I’m afraid that he likes looking like a woman a little too much. I think it will be far more humiliating for him to be kept dressed in women’s things, but without the privilege of makeup or a wig.” I knew that she was right. I had found the makeup quite a thrill. Perhaps she would make me up again someday if I pleased her.

“Thank your Mistress for allowing you to service her, Nancy. Remember what you were taught,” Ms. Panington said with just a hint of scolding.

“Thank you, Mistress Kelli, for allowing me to serve you. And thank you for allowing me an orgasm. And thank you for sending me to the Institute,” I said, and I meant it.

“You’re welcome, honey. I can’t wait to get you home.”

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Bitchy Woman

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Summary: Liz learns that a witch’s bite IS worse than her bark…

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I shot a withering look over my shoulder at my idiot boyfriend. “Hurry up, Chris! If we miss this sale, I’m never going to forgive you!”

Chris fumbled with his bags, clearly uncomfortable from the three bags he was holding in each hand. “But….but Liz…can’t we just go home? It’s getting late, and we’ve already bought so much…”

He started to say more, but I sighed and stopped in my tracks. Turning around, I gave him a full-on glare, and he gulped and lowered his eyes. I just barely kept myself from laughing; Chris was a nice enough guy, I guessed, but he was so spineless. Truth be told, I should have dumped him weeks ago, but it was tough to resist the urge to let him spoil me…but he was getting so annoying lately. I’d probably have to break if off with him in the next few days…but more important than that was this sale! I resumed my brisk pace; I just had to get to that store before it closed, and we were only about halfway through this dumb park.

Lost in my thoughts, I stepped awkwardly on some ice and felt my heels begin to slip. Flailing my hands, I barely managed to regain my footing before I heard a snap, and I suddenly was standing lopsided. Looking down, I saw the problem; one of my damn lifts had broken off! Great, just great!

Chris rushed to my side, huffing and puffing from all the bags. “L-liz, are you alright?!”

I slapped the idiot away as I took my heels off. “Fantastic! Now we’re probably going to miss the sale; I wouldn’t have broken these stupid things if we had just left earlier, like I wanted to! And now you need to buy me new shoes tomorrow!”

Chris bit his lip, looking at the ground. “Sorry, Liz…here, it’ll be OK, let’s just…get to a bench, or something, maybe we can fix them…”

I sighed, but he had a point. Grumbling to myself, I began to walk barefoot down the path, holding my heels at my side as I looked for a place to sit. The park was deserted, which was annoying; where was a cobbler when you needed one?! Jeez, everything was conspiring against me.

Finally, I spotted a bench, and we headed towards it. My heart sank when I saw it, though; it was occupied by a woman languidly sprawled on it, sipping some coffee. That wasn’t what bothered me, though; she looked like she had just came from a Halloween party, even though it was May. She was clad in a ridiculous dark robe, and an honest-to-God black pointed hat. She was pretty, I suppose, and she didn’t really look that much older than me, but she was clearly some kind of weirdo. She looked up at me as I approached, and I had half a mind to just keep walking. But her mouth opened in concern, and she quickly tried to gather herself up.

“Oh dear, you broke your heels too? I swear, this ice is awful; I just bought these shoes, too, this whole sidewalk is really dange-ah!” Her rambling story was cut off by a cry as she rose to her feet and slipped on the ice in front of the bench, losing a grip on her coffee, which of course splashed right on my brand new coat.

I stared down at the ruined fur collar, clenching my fists before glaring at her. The woman’s face turned pale. “Oh…oh God, I’m so sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry, I’ll pay for everything; how much was it? Just name a price, I’d be happy to cover it all!”

Chris had rushed up behind me, setting the bags down and pulling out a few tissues, dabbing lightly at my jacket. “Oh baby, are you OK? You didn’t get burned or anything did you?” He turned to the woman leaning against the bench. “And are you OK? This whole park is way too icy, it’s really da-“

I turned around, and it took every ounce of willpower not to slap Chris. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! Who cares about that skank, you moron!? Look at me, my coat is ruined!!!” He flinched back from my words, and I felt a vindictive surge of satisfaction. I spun around to the creepy woman. “And you…you stupid bitch, how could you be so careless?! Are you you an idiot, or just blind and clumsy?!”

The woman drew herself up, looking hurt and angry. “Hey, I offered to pay for the coat; the name calling is not necessary…”

I stamped a foot on the cold ground, fuming. I wasn’t going to let this weirdo talk like she was above me! “I don’t want charity from a stupid cloaked fetishy bitch!!” I shouted at her. I reached into my coat pocket, drew out some change, and threw it at her. The coins struck her in her ample chest, and fell to the sidewalk with a clatter. “Here’s some Ayaş Escort money for a new cup of coffee, you brain-dead slut,” I sneered at her. I turned back around to Chris, satisfied. “Come on, Chris, let’s just go home.”

But Chris didn’t answer me. In fact, he was just standing there, slowly breathing, but staring off into space. I snapped my hands in front of his face, waving my fingers. “Hello? This isn’t funny, you jerk; don’t think we’re not going to talk about this later.”

“He can’t hear you,” a cold voice from behind me said. “I thought it would be better if he didn’t bother us.”

I turned back around to see the creepy weirdo standing up, staring at me with a blank expression on her face. For a split second, I was scared; what if she was a junkie or something? But then she reached into her robe, and pulled out long piece of wood. I stared at it dumbly for a second, then I burst out laughing. “Oh jeez, you’re taking the witch thing a little seriously, aren’t you? A wand? Are you kidding?”

The woman waved the wand around in a circle, muttering to herself. I felt myself flush with heat, being ignored by this creep. “Hey! Ms. Bitchy Witchy! Quit waving your stupid dildo around the air and say something!”

The woman finished whatever she was doing a few seconds later, giving her wand a small nod before putting it back in her robes. The she looked at me, and gave me a small, chilly smile.

“My name is Diana,” she said to me. “And you are not very nice.”

I was still tingling with anger and heat…how dare this woman talk to me about being nice?! And why was Chris just standing around like a drooling moron?! I opened my mouth to say something, but Diana held up her hand.

“Apologize, bitch.”

I was stunned. Nobody…nobody spoke to me like that! “You stupid slut! I’d never apologize to a fetishy cumdumpster like you in a million billion y….ye-ye…ah…ahh…” I let out a whimper, holding my stomach…why was I still feeling so hot…?

Diana let out a small chuckle. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

What was happening…? I let out a little whine as I felt myself flush with heat, dropping to my hands and knees…I felt something click in my mind, and the heat vanished. I looked up at the smirking woman from the ground.

“What the heck was that?” I mumbled out, struggling shakily to my feet. Or at least, I tried to. Once I got to my knees and started pulling myself up, my head began to buzz, and I lost my balance, tumbling back down to the ground with a cry. The next two attempts weren’t any better, and I started to pant, squirming on my hands and feet, my butt embarrassingly high in the air.

Diana viewed me with a wry smile. “Ready to apologize, bitch?”

I fumed up at her, narrowing my eyes. “The only bitch I see is you. Chris, help me up!”

Diana sighed, crossing her arms. “I already told you…Liz, was it? I already told you that he can’t hear you. Simple sleep spell; he’ll wake up feeling great. That’s not really important, though; what is important is improving that attitude of yours…or at least, making your appearance match it. Being stuck on all fours is one thing, but we can make it better. “

“What’s that supposed to m-me..mmm..mmmmnnn?” I began to reply, my words cut off by a low moan as my body once again flushed into heat…my arms and legs especially. I rubbed them against the ground, trying to shake the pins-and-needles feeling; for some reason, I even heard a strange ripping sound behind me. Finally, the sensation seemed to die away, slowly vanishing. My hands and feet still felt strange, though…warm, and a little itchy. I rubbed one hand on top of my other one absentmindedly, then let out a gasp. I looked down, my eyes widening as I saw what I had feared.

I had paws. Two great, big, fuzzy, brown paws.

“Ah…w-what…?!” I gasped out, looking down at them. The fur wasn’t thick, and ended at my wrist…but they were absolutely ridiculous looking, wide and fluffy. Suddenly remembering the ripping sound, I looked over my shoulder to see two more paws where my feet once were, the tattered remains of my socks clinging to them.

I gasped back up at Diana, and was enraged to find the woman smiling pleasantly down at me. She knelt down, a hand rubbing at one my hands…paws. “Aren’t they cute? Really fitting too; bitches need nice, soft paws…I mean, it’s a shame they aren’t really useful for doing anything, but from what I saw, that won’t be a huge change for you. Last chance to say you’re sorry.”

A sudden flash of anger surged through me…I didn’t care who or what this freak was, there was NO way she could treat me like this! Growling, I swiped at Diana, knocking her flat on her butt. She let out a small cry, and I felt a rush of satisfaction. Who’s the bitch now, huh? I thought to myself. “I don’t know what you did, but you’re going to undo it right this second, before I get an…annn…ah…ahh…ahh…?”

Something Escort Ayaş was wrong…my tongue felt weird and heavy; my whole mouth did. I started to pant, trying to say something, anything…what was wrong with my mouth?! Without even realizing it, my mouth had opened up, my tongue out as I panted. I closed it quickly, trying to calm down, but…God, it felt so heavy! I couldn’t keep it closed for long, and after a few seconds I had to start panting again, my mouth hanging open as I stared wide-eyed up at the witch.

Diana smiled even wider. “Cat got your tongue, Liz? I meant what I said when I told you ‘last chance to say you’re sorry’. Bitches can’t talk, after all…just cute little doggy barks. And wow, you’re really getting into the whole panting thing, huh? That will happen whenever you’re excited.”

“Woof!” I yelled up at her…or, at least, tried to. The bark that emerged from my lips surprised me so much that I nearly fell over. “Arf? W-woof! Woof! Grrrrr!” All I could do was make stupid dog sounds! It was like my tongue was too heavy to move properly.

Diana began to pace around me, looking down at me. “I don’t know what you’re saying…I don’t speak dog, sweetie. But I’ll give you one more chance…show me you’re sorry, like a good little bitch.”

I didn’t wait for her to finish. I turned, pouncing up at her. If I could knock her over again, I could get her in a position of leverage, and make her fix this. Then I would show her who was the real bitch!

The witch reached into her robe, fast as lightning, and withdrew her wand. Flicking her wrist, she bopped me on the forehead, right between the eyes. With a surprised yelp, I fell back on my butt, whining and pawing at my face. You slut, that stung! I thought to myself miserably. “Mmmnnn, mmmnnnn! Woof!”

Diana gave me a stern look, crossing her arms at me while I shifted back up to my hands and feet. “Bad dog. Baaaaaad dog.”

Suddenly I felt my face heat up…why did I feel so embarrassed about being told that? Then the heat spread…not just my face, but my whole body…I started to pant again, my body trembling. “Ahh? Ahh…ahh…ahh…”

Shaking her head at me, Diana sighed. “All you had to do was say sorry. You could have prevented all of this, you know. But even when I give you a few chances, you don’t take them. All you’ve done is show me that you’re a mean spirited bitch…and I’m going to make sure you look like one.” And then she snapped her fingers.

Instantly, I felt the the cool night air, and I knew what happened…the damn witch had made my clothes vanish, and now I was trembling and nude. I let out a whimper as I tried to shift my arms to cover my modest breasts, lowering my head, but all I managed to do was rub them together, squeezing them between my arms.

“Ahh? Grrr…nnnn…!” I started to pant harder as the heat suddenly flared, completely vanishing a second later. Some parts of me felt wrong, though, but I couldn’t put my finger on it…I looked up at Diana in confusion, tilting my head as I stared at her, my mouth hanging open.

She gave me a small smile, nodding. “Yes, I’d say that’s pretty good…but let’s see what you think, shall we?” She snapped her fingers, and I heard a soft sound behind me. Turning clumsily around, I found myself face to face with 5 full-length mirrors, angled so that I could see my whole body…and what had happened to it.

I gaped at my face, my eyes wide with shock. I was painted up with the cheapest makeup I had ever seen. Bright blue mascara was applied heavily around my eyes, and my cheeks were thick with a deep red blush. And my lips! Oh God, they were bright green, and the lipstick was so thick I could feel it weighing down my jaw even more. I bit my lower lip gently, fretting…it was bad enough to be changed like this, but now I had to be made up like a streetwalker? Then my eyes traveled up, and I took in more.

My ears…my cute little ears…they were big,floppy puppy ears now; it was the only way to describe them. My brown hair was longer and shaggier than before, hanging down to my breasts, but even with that added thickness, I could still see the stupid fuzzy things sticking out, and I could feel their warmth as they flopped gently against my face.

My gaze swept back across my body, and my heart sank even more. I could see writing on me, but I couldn’t make it out in the mirror…something on my back, in bold black writing, then something lower, right above my butt…wiggling my hips, I tried to see what it said, and saw something that made me let out a startled bark. “Arf?!”

I had a tail. An awful, quivering, fluffy dog’s tail, sticking out just above my bottom. I could feel it now…how had I not noticed before!? Now I couldn’t help but notice as it wagged helplessly, and as I began to whimper, it drooped between my legs.

Diana kneeled beside me, putting a light hand on my back as I whined. “So, Liz, what Ayaş Escort Bayan do you think? A bit more of a fitting look, in my opinion. The make up really sells it…it’s permanent, by the way. I mean, it’ll smear really easily, but it’ll clean itself up and be looking good as new every night at midnight. And the tattoos turned out great, if I do say so myself.”

She snapped her fingers, and suddenly the mirrors reversed; everything was now backwards, the words on my back standing out clear as day. On my back, in thick curling letters, was the word “PRINCESS”. Right behind it were the words “PLZ TUG! <3", complete with an arrow pointing towards my new tail. Diana nodded, seemingly satisfied, and rose to her feet. She gave me a soft pat as she waved her hand, and the mirrors vanished as suddenly as they appeared. Then she strode over to Chris, still staring straight ahead as though nothing had happened. “Now, I think you look perfect, Liz, but I just need to check with your boyfriend here. I wonder what he would like…?” She leaned in and began speaking softly into his ear, and it looked like he was startled out of a deep sleep, blinking and looking around. My heart leaped int my throat. Chris would tell her to change me back, he could apologize for me! Then Chris gave me a strange look, and stared back at Diana. “Jeez, what did she do now? I swear, she’s such a handful.” Huh…? I let out a small woof, taking a nervous step towards Chris. He turned towards me suddenly, clapping his hands. “Stay, Liz! Don’t be a bad dog!” My tail drooped at his words, and I hunkered low to the ground….I wasn’t a bad dog…wait, why should that even matter…? Why was Chris acting like that, and why was I acting like it too…? Diana shook her head, giving Chris a polite smile. “Not at all, sir; she was being a little bitchy before, but it’s understandable when a dog is in heat…isn’t that right, bitch?” “Ah? Arf?” As soon as she finished talking, I started to wiggle my hips…something was wrong, something was really wrong…I was hot, but not like before; it was a different kind of heat…I started to whine, pawing at the ground in frustration as my moans rose in pitch. “Yeah, she can be really needy like that,” Chris sighed. “And look, she ruined your shoes!” He pointed down at the ground, where the witch had dropped her heels. Diana shrugged. “It’s no big deal…I mean, she’s your dog, you can punish her if you want…and might I say, she looks like a wonderful breed; a very healthy looking bitch.” I was having trouble following what was happening…I was so hot, so turned on that it was nearly painful…but it wasn’t my pussy that was aching, it was my butt…and when Diana finished speaking, another flash of heat went through me, and I nearly fell over, whining frantically as I panted, practically drooling from the feeling. What was happening to me?! Chris nodded, walking behind me. “She’s normally a good dog, she can just be really nippy when she gets excited. And thank you; she is a real beauty. I wish her breasts were a little larger, personally, but that’s just me.” Chris hunkered down behind me, and all of a sudden I was aware of just how good it felt to be next to his body…his deliciously warm, wonderful body. Moaning softly, I began to rub my bottom against his chest, wiggling my quivering hips back and forth, desperate to scratch my itch. I looked back at Chris, my eyes wide, and I panted with need. Diana glided up next to him, smiling down at me. “Well, how about this. You can punish her however you want, and I’ll give you a little treat for being such a good owner.” “Umm…sure, I guess…” Chris turned his attention back towards me, his face stern…he had NEVER looked that serious, not with me. What did she do to him…? “OK, Liz, I know you’re in heat right now, but you can’t go around being a bitch just because you don’t get your way.” Another pang of heat shot through me, and I gasped and nearly howled with lust. All I could do was press against Chris harder, shaking my butt against his chest, hoping he would give me the release I craved… What I felt, though, was a rough smack on my bare cheeks. “AH!? AHHHN!?! WOOF!!!” I barked in surprise and pain, whipping my head around. Chris had just spanked me! “I’m not a doormat, Liz; I’m going to take care of you, but you have to be a good girl too, alright? If I don’t do this, I’m giving you the wrong message. So…just please learn from this, OK?” With that, he gave me another hard slap, and I cried out again. But…but there was more…my chest jiggled a bit more, even though that blow didn’t seem as harsh as the one before…I looked down, staring right at my cleavage, and I widened my legs apart; I must have been pushing them together. But then I felt another slap, and I was given a front row seat at what was happening; with every spanking, my boobs were growing, slowly but surely. “Woof! Arf, arf, woof!!!” I began to bark frantically, torn with the need to rub my ass against Chris’s chest and the desire to get away from the rough spankings. I couldn’t get my paws to listen to me, though, and I began to get slapped more rapidly. SMACK!

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Long Awaited Hotel Visit

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You’re going to be at the hotel in an hour. I am so excited I can barely think straight. I have been waiting forever to meet you face to face. My mind thinks back to all the things we have talked about over the last few years. What you like, what you need, and what drives you wild. I keep looking around making sure that everything is straight and ready. The last glances in the mirror assure me that my hair is down and straight, remembering you’ve said you love to play with it while kissing. My body is already starting to react to the thoughts of being with you. I can feel my nipples harden against my silky bra.

I jump from the knock at the door. In a second I am there and opening it. I don’t even think my heart is beating at the moment. I open it knowing that the night, however long in hours it may be, will seem like only minutes when it’s over. You step inside the door and shut it quickly behind you. We mouth a quick hi, how are you before our lips meet in a hot passionate kiss.

I lean back against the wall for support. As our lips touch, I open my mouth inviting your tongue in to explore. My hands find your sides pulling you closer to me. I can feel your strong body and beating chest against me. I moan as your hands feel up my body stopping at my breasts, tunceli escort rubbing them softly and then more firmly. They continue up and caress the sides of my neck as you start kissing more forcefully. Your hand caresses the left side of my neck as you start kissing the right side. I can feel your cock growing hard against me and it gets me wet in anticipation of what is to come. I reach down and start to rub you through your pants.

My shirt comes off and you unsnap my bra. Your mouth kisses down my neck and across my breast. Your tongue finds my hardened nipple and I let out a gasp. As you lick and suck one and then the other my hand works your pants undone and I reach inside to touch your hard throbbing cock. You moan against my nipple and it sends ripples through my body. I break our contact to lead you over to a chair for you to sit down. You try to pull me to sit on your lap but my knees are already on the floor. I move your shorts out of the way just enough to let your cock free. My lips find the head and instantly are around it. I start with little movements first but before long one of my hands is on the base of your cock and my lips are bobbing up and down the length of it. With your head tilted back and your hands on the back of my head uşak escort I can tell you are enjoying this very much. I take it out of my mouth just long enough to lick up the underside and run my tongue around the head. Your strong hands on my head and your moans of approval are so hot. I take a few more deep sucks and stand up.

I can feel myself getting aroused. I want to feel you inside of me. You switch positions with me on the chair and move your pants just a little further down your leg, knowing that it would take too long to remove them. I’m pulling you down on top of me wanting to feel your strong body against me again. As our lips entwine again and my hands find your cock just as hard as I left it. I pull it towards my opening wanting to feel you there now. Your hand stops me and for a second I am confused. You take your hard cock in your hand and rub the head against my clit. The shock of it makes my back arch and a sigh escape my lips. I can feel your eyes on me as you do this a few more times.

“Please fuck me!” I beg you.

I hear you moan, “oh yeah.”

I can feel the head of your cock at my opening. I lay motionless not wanting to miss the full feel of you inside of me. I gasp because it feels so good, you take it as a sign van escort to stop. My hands find your hips and pull you the rest of the way into me.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” I hold you to me for what feels like hours. Then I can feel you start to thrust in and out in a steady rhythm. After a moment of just enjoying you deep inside me, I start to move with you, meeting your thrusts and wanting more. I can feel you moving with more urgency. My pussy feels so good. I can feel it start to throb and I know what is coming if you keep up this pace.

I whisper in your ear, “I’m so close to cumming… cum with me.”

Hearing this makes you move faster and go in harder and deeper. I’m panting against your neck and nibbling on it. I can feel myself getting closer and my arms lace around yours to brace myself for what’s to come. I feel my pussy start to contract and pulse, it feels sooooo good.

I feel you enter me all the way and start thrusting into me with short shallow moves. They drive me over the edge and I start cumming right away. I can feel your arms around me as you hold me close as I enjoy my orgasm. Feeling the pulsations around your cock makes you start to arch and squirm. I can hear your moans and feel you thrust into me one last time as you cum so hard. You lay spent on top of me for a few minutes. Slowly our bodies calm down from this explosive meeting. You undress completely and lead me to the bed to rest just enough to catch our breath before we are rubbing and kissing each other all over again.

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Lizette’s Awakening

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A period piece inspired by a recent trip to Paris

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I stood in the parlor of the store almost ready to weep. The music box I wanted was still there. I came of age a few days ago and expected the music box from my Mama as a birthday gift. It was a lovely jeweled box made by the best local craftsman this side of France.

When I learned I would have to purchase it myself I was heartbroken. There was no way I could earn such an austere amount.

That night I mentioned my plight with my dear sister Madeline. She said she knew of a way for me to earn enough gold to purchase the music box now that I was of age, but the agreement was that I should never tell Papa. I would do anything to get the box so I agreed.

The end of the week could not come quickly enough. Every night I had dreamed of the music box.

Madeline entered my room and I was finishing the ties of the cut corset she gave me to wear.

The cut corset accomplished the same effect on my figure as a regular corset, except my breasts were not covered. I did not like to wear this corset since my breasts were large, especially for a girl of my short size.

My lace stockings and panties were on the bed where I had put them earlier. She saw me reach for my panties and she pulled them out of my hand.

“Should I put them on last?” I asked.

She instructed me I would not need them at all. She handed me a beautiful gown. It was one of her old ones and would no longer fit since she was now more mature in body. She was gracious enough to hem it by four inches which was the difference in our heights.

As the gown settled into place around my body I noted the cloth in front was too short, my breasts were completely exposed. Madeline calmly adjusted the ties in the back completely oblivious that my breasts were not properly covered.

I turned to her “Madeline, look at me. I am not decent to go out.”

Madeline merely smiled. “You are perfect.”

She handed me a shawl of the same fine fabric. “Here Lizette. Cover yourself like so.”

I wrapped the fabric around my bare arms and shoulders holding it in place to cover my breasts. “Madeline, will you explain…”

“Not now dear sister. We are late and I must ready myself. It has taken Mama much time to get Papa out of the house so that we can prepare. I will explain later.”

We briskly walked down the road to a waiting carriage that contained other young ladies.

“This is the last carriage of the night. I was concerned that we would miss it.”

Again I wished to talk to my sister, but I sensed she did not want to explain in front of all these women. The women on the carriage were absolutely beautiful. The carriage made its journey towards the elite section of town to an area that I had never visited before.

We pulled up in front of a beautiful chateau and I was in awe of the finery outside. When we walked into the parlor of the chateau I was astounded.

It was the grandest thing I’d ever seen. The walls were gilded with gold trim and paintings by great masters. I was not sure I belonged in a place with such finery.

After long moments I looked at the people in the room – fine gentlemen and noblemen of France. Many women such as myself were there and I looked to be one of the youngest. All of the women were dressed similarly to myself with gowns that exposed their breasts, only they were wearing their shawls hanging from their elbows.

Everyone was laughing and talking with such gaiety. Some of the men were stroking the exposed breasts of the women. In a corner a man and woman sat in a seemingly proper manner except that his hand disappeared somewhere up her skirts.

My sister tugged at the shawl that I held close to my body. She wished me to expose myself as the others, but I was too embarrassed because my breasts were much larger than the others in the room.

As I did an older man of perhaps 60 years walked up to greet my sister. His eyes bulged as he looked at me. I moved to cover myself, but he bade me stop.

“It would be a crime to cover such beauty.” He turned to my sister as he put his arm around me. “And who is this lovely creature who resembles you so?”

“My sister Lizette.”

“Come with me Lizette.” He said.

I hesitated, but my sister nodded at me to go with him, so I allowed him to lead me away.

He guided me to quiet corner where we could view the parlor. A small couch was there big enough for the two of us.

A servant brought wine to us in fine crystals. The wine was the richest I’d ever tasted, much better than anything we ever had at home. The heady aroma filled my senses as his hand gently caressed my tightly wrapped waist.

“You are beautiful Lizette. Tell me how many have pounded you?”

“Pounded?”

“Pleasured you with a penis – right here?” He patted against my lap.

“None, Sir.”

“Ah, truly favor has smiled on me today. A man my age does not get to deflower many girls. Do not worry Lizette, I am very skilled in the art of pleasure. “

He leaned tekirdağ escort forward and gently kissed me.

“Ah you taste so young.” He continued with gentle kisses about my face, neck and shoulders. It felt so good, absolutely delightful. He then placed the tiniest of kisses on my nipple. He continued gently sucking my nipples.

I started to feel a wet and warm feeling between my legs. He seemed to sense the change in body, I now know that I was aroused. We stood up and I was prepared to follow behind him.

“Oh no petite Lizette I must show the others I have already claimed you, otherwise they will try to take you from me.” He snaked an arm around my waist, then with the other he held onto my nipple, pulling my nipple this way and that to guide me through the parlor.

We entered a small private chamber. “Normally I would have pounded you on the sofa, but a young lady’s first time should be in a proper bed.”

He asked me to remove my clothing slowly. As I did so he showed me how to be more sensuous about undressing. When I stood before him nude he invited me to lie down next to him. He again began to awaken my flesh to new sensations kissing me all over, touching me everywhere and arousing me.

“I shall prepare you with a finger first then make you a woman with my cock. I will pound you until you are filled with my passion.” He pleasured my lower parts with his hand and slowly inserted his finger. Soon after it was followed by his cock.

I could not imagine how much more passion I could feel. The virgin’s pain of his cock subsided quickly and I found the moving of his cock inside me the best thing I ever felt. I did not come this first time, but all I knew was I wanted was more of his cock inside me. True to his word he filled my insides with his semen.

Although he wanted to please me completely he told me that he wished to save his stamina so he could be with at least 2 more women that night. As he left he pressed 10 pieces of gold into my hand for making him feel young again. He instructed me to go and find pleasure with many other men.

With my flower now awakened all I wanted was more. I put the coins in the little detachable pouch that was part of my gown. With hardened nipples and reddened cheeks I entered the parlor.

Now that the night was further along I noted that some women had completely shed their gowns walking around in only thier corsets and others completely nude. There were various couples around who were engaged in the act of pounding.

I noticed a woman who had two lovers with her, one beneath and the other behind. I was enamored with the way the three of them were moving together in carnal passion. I wished to be her at that moment for if one cock is good, two must be better.

As I watched I felt a hand cup my breast. I looked up and recognized the face of the Duke. I immediately bowed my head, and started to courtesy, but he propped me up. “No need for that mademoiselle. This is a night for debauchery and passion. For an occasion such as this please call me Pierre.”

“Bonsoir Pierre. I am Lizette.”

“Lizette a name which does not do justice to your beauty.”

He began to squeeze my breast a bit harder. “I would like for you to spend time with me.”

I nodded.

As we walked through the parlor looking for an empty couch he held me the same way my first lover did. With an arm around my waist he guided me through the floor by my nipple. I saw many men staring at me, grabbing their crotches as they did.

I began to feel the heat of their lusts. I knew what these men wanted of me and I desperately wanted the same. I wondered if Pierre wanted this of me. I hoped so. I hopped very soon he would place his cock inside of me.

We happened by a couch just as a couple had finished. We quickly took their space and made ourselves comfortable. Pierre was not as slow or comforting as my first lover.

He asked me to undress but was not interested in watching, he merely wanted it off. He didn’t mind that I still wore my corset as it did not hamper him from getting access to what he wanted. I straddled his lap as he took his cock out for me. He spent time fondling and sucking my breasts for he said he’d never seen their like.

He pulled me forward and guided me onto his cock. It was larger than my first lover and it was like the virgin pain, but no where near as bad. He guided me up and down on his big cock and it was exquisite.

“So tight, so small and tight” he whispered as he moved in and out of me.

I was able to see other couples as they were also pounding. It made me all the more aroused. I spied my first lover across the room. A woman was kneeling between his legs. His face was of one engrossed in passion. My sister was being pounded by a small man on a couch on the other side of the room.

My attentions were brought back to Pierre and his wonderful cock when he began to moan “bounce”.

I started to move harder on his cock when he said “No, bounce your tits.” I looked at his questioningly.

“Your tokat escort tits, your breasts” he explained as he moved his hands from my waist where he was guiding our pounding to my breasts with a good squeeze for emphasis.

I thought they were already bounding, but I exaggerated the movement. I could tell he was pleased by the additional intensity of his thrust. His cock felt so good that it made me start shaking my breasts even more.

I moved my hands to my breasts and started playing with them and it was like a fire went through me and went straight between my legs. At the same time his cock started to fill me with his manhood’s cream. I did not know what had happened to me, but later I learned it was my first orgasm.

The Duke did not wish to hold me as my first lover did. He pushed me away from him. There I sat next to him. Both of our chests heaving hard with the exertion. His cock lay limp outside of his unbuttoned trousers as I sat with my legs open.

My head thrown back with the remnants of his passion dripping out of me. Pierre adjusted his clothing, re-sheathing his limp cock, but not bothering to button his trousers in anticipation for his next woman.

Before he left he tossed 4 coins onto the couch next to me and then he was gone.

I was as an opium addict, but I didn’t need a substance – I needed another cock to fill me. I decided I would not put on the gown, but walk with just my corset as some of the others. With the thought of my next pounding on my mind all was forgotten, my gown, the coins, everything. I was fortunate as my sister chose this time to check on me. She was completely nude.

“Lizette, do not let passion take your common sense. Put these coins in your pouch before one of the others takes it.”

I did as she said and she showed me how to remove the pouch and hold it against my hand, or hook it to my corset. The gown was placed on a hook against the wall to keep it from being ruined and then she took me to a special commode where I could clean myself between lovers.

She told me I’d had enough since it was my first night. After all I now had enough to purchase three music boxes. But the ache between my legs was too strong. I would always obey my sister as was proper, so I begged her for another cock. She agreed that I could take 1 more lover, but no more.

I left my sister and went back to the parlor. I took another cup of wine from a servant and started to walk. I saw a handsome young nobleman approach. As he did I felt a hand at my bottom. As I turned to see the owner I felt a second had on my arm. Lastly the young man had reached me.

Now I had three men surrounding me. They provided wonderful affection caressing me. I told them I could only have 1 more lover tonight. This increased their attentions as they each wished to be chosen of me. I wished I could feel all three of their cocks in me, but my sister told me only one more.

I chose the young man because I wanted to see how it would be with someone closer to my age although he was probably 10 years my senior. My young man had pep and pride in his step has he led me around the room by my nipple. We could find no couch so we ended up back by the central table.

He instructed me to lean over and place my hands on the table. I felt him lean over me and fondle my breasts from behind. I could feel the fact that he had removed his cock. His hardness was sweet. He placed his cock inside me and rode me from behind in the center of the entire parlor.

Our location was central so some guests in the room stood and watched. This was significant because there were other couples pounding in the same fashion at the central table and yet they did not draw attention as we did. His cock wasn’t long or fat, but it was still very satisfying.

He pounded me harder and faster than my two previous lovers. Having so many watching made this pounding very exciting. He came quickly and gave me 4 coins when all was done. Many more men approached me and I desperately wanted to spread my legs for them, but could not disobey my sister. I spent the rest of the evening allowing my suitors to feel my body as they liked. It was not the same as having a cock between my legs, but I still enjoyed it.

A few hours later the party ended. My sister and I walked towards a carriage. While the party goers arrived in staggered fashion everyone wanted to leave while the moon was still high and provided light to see. Madeline got the last seat. Several others entered the carriage with me so we stood together.

Unlike the carriage ride to the chateau this is not only women, there were men there was well. By the time we pulled off to head away the carriage was packed. The slow gait of the horses began. I felt a hand tugging at my shawl. As I allowed the shawl to be pulled away I felt a hand move to cover the exposed breast.

The warm hand caressed and squeezed me. Soon the hand was joined by another on the other breast. This hand was different as the owner preferred to pinch trabzon escort my nipple. Soon I felt several hands sharing position on my bare breasts and cloth covered body. I did wonder who was touching me, but with my short stature there was no way to know.

It did not matter I just enjoyed the feeling of the many hands. Then I felt my skirt being lifted from the back. Some one desired to touch my bottom and I felt the material drop around a single hand. The palm rested itself against my backside for a moment or two until I felt the caress. I was in heaven being felt by so many attentive hands.

I felt more air on my back side as the hand on my rear lifted my skirts and a warm cock rested against me. I wondered if I would be pounded in the carriage, but the owner of the cock was too tall. As there was a jolt as the carriage went over a rock and I could feel that the cock still resided in the owner’s trousers.

As the carriage reached town where my sister and I would walk home, there was a wave of air. The foot men stood at the back. The gentlemen were given room to step down on their own, while the ladies were helped by the footmen. One of the footmen stepped forward and took my hand. The other hand should have rested on my waist; instead he used my breast to guide me down. Once I was down he did not release me.

He was taking a moment to feel me until it was time for him to help another woman down. I liked the feel of his hand, rough and strong with calluses unlike the soft hands of the gentlemen which I had experienced all evening. My sister bade me come. But I showed her that the footman’s hand was enjoying me.

No other women came down on our side so the footman’s hand kept hold of me, feeling me until the carriage was empty. At which time he was free to cup and fondle both of my breasts. I knew he wanted to pound inside me, but he had to continue working and take the carriage back. He kissed me on the shoulder as he finally released me.

“You are very beautiful and soft Mademoiselle. I shall save my coins so that one day I can be with you”.

As he walked to get up on the carriage the other footman looked at me. I recognized the lust in his eyes and how he wished to touch me as well. He wished to touch me and I wished him to do so. I put my hand under my breast and offered it up to him. He licked his lips as the carriage began to pull off.

He would have given anything to jump down from his job and touch me, pound me right there in the street and I would have gladly let him but for my sister. Finally I wrapped my shawl around myself again, proper for a public setting. Although at this time of the night there was no one proper on the streets.

As my sister and I walked toward our home a large man appeared in front of us. He was standing there stroking his penis through his trousers. At first I thought we should run, then I recognized him. He was Anton the bread-maker. We stopped walking and he called us over to him by name.

“Lizette, I am not a rich man and cannot afford the lavish parties from which you came. For many years I have desired you, but knew it was not possible, for you were too young. I do not have gold, but I will provide your family all the bread you desire for the next three months.

I hesitated for a moment because I still did not understand what I was — that I was a whore. At my lack of response he promised six months. I turned to my sister and she nodded her head. I turned to him and said “Oui, Monsieur Anton”.

He sighed audibly. “Lizette, such a petite beauty with such endowments. Come to my place where I may fuck you properly. It is on the way to your home and your sister may come to see that you get home safely. I promise we will be done before the light of the moon wanes” As he walked my sister and I followed.

“What is fuck?” I whispered to my sister.

“He is working class and does not speak the same words as the noblemen. To fuck is to pound.” I had more questions for my sister, but I guess we followed too slowly. To my surprise he let go of his penis and scooped me into his huge arms. My weight to him was as a rag doll.

We walked for a few minutes until he shifted my weight so that I rested mostly in one arm. With the other he reached under my gown and began to caress my leg. I realized that he wished to touch me. I opened shawl to expose my breasts to him. He could not reach them while he carried me.

He took my weight into both arms again and lifted my body up towards his face. He suckled me a little as we walked.

“So soft, so sweet. Lift your dress.” he commanded.

I did as he asked and he flipped me so that my legs now straddled him. In this position I could feel the hard of his cock against my flower. My sister protested because this position allowed my gown to drag on the floor. I wished to continue to feel his cock so I pulled my trailing skirts between us.

My breasts were now partially covered, but I could still felt his penis. I was so small to him that I could rest me head on his chest. He sighed because he could no longer see or suckle my breasts, but within a few steps we were at his door. The moment the door closed behind us he had leaned down and began to suckle my breasts with such vigor, it reminded me of a starving baby. His hands were roaming everywhere.

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Long-Awaited Encounter

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It was late as Joe and Liz left the store, Joe locking the door behind them. They had been working together for several months, friends for years, and tonight they planned to eat together at Joe’s apartment before Liz went home. They arrived a few minutes later, tacos in tow, and Joe turned on a dim lamp as they ate. When they finished, Joe went to his computer and began checking his mail.

“This bra is bugging me,” Liz said suddenly, sparking Joe’s interest. “I’m going to take it off.”

Moments later, Liz had slid the bra from under her shirt, and Joe couldn’t help but glance at her large, perky breasts straining against her tight t-shirt. Liz moved around the table and sat in a chair next to him, somewhat oblivious to his glances. She leaned in, her left breast brushing against his arm slightly. He felt his cock stirring in his pants and glanced at her sideways. She looked at him, curious.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “but I just can’t stop looking at your breasts knowing that you don’t have a bra on.”

Liz smiled and tilted her head down a little, looking at her friend through her eyelashes.

“Well, in that case…”

Liz rose and slowly slid her shirt over her head. Her tits bounced a little as the fabric pulled away from them. Joe spun his chair to face her and pulled her to him by her hips.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” he muttered as he ran his tongue over one of her erect pink nipples. Liz groaned and ran her fingers through his hair for a moment before sliding her hands down to unbutton her jeans. She slid them down her legs until she was standing in front of Joe in nothing but a lacy green thong and a pair of rainbow-striped knee-high socks. Joe moaned a little against her nipples, wondering if she had planned this. She knew how much those socks turned him on.

Liz leaned down flicked her tongue over her friend’s ear, moaning as he bit her nipple gently, his other hand moving to rub her clit through her thong. “I want you to eat my pussy,” she whispered in a sultry tone.

Joe wasted no time and slid her soaked thong off of her, leaving the socks on. He didn’t move his yalova escort mouth from her breasts, licking all around them, moving between nipples now as he cleared the table’s contents to the floor and picked her up by her ass.

He laid a now writing Liz on his table and kissed his way down her stomach. He spread her legs far apart and placed the tip of his tongue against her clit, and she moaned more loudly. She didn’t care if his neighbors heard; she wanted them to hear how well he was pleasing her. He hungrily began licking and sucking on her clit, sucking the juices off the folds of her lips. She gasped and put her hands on his head, squirming under him and whimpering slightly. He laughed a little bit, and she smiled slightly, knowing how much he loved eating pussy. She brought her hips up, fucking his face while he slid his tongue in and out of her tight cunt, then sliding his tongue up to lick tight circles around her clit, sucking gently. She pushed his head deeper into her cunt and screamed as she climaxed for the first time, her pussy cover Joe’s lips and chin with her cum.

After she came down, she pushed him away slowly, slid off the table, and said seductively, “My turn. I’ve always wanted to show you how awesome I am at giving head.”

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt, one hand rubbing his throbbing cock through his slacks. She slid his pants and underwear down, freeing his thick, hard cock. She admired it for a moment, fingertips tracing up and down the shaft gently, before sliding it all the way to the back of her throat, her one hand at the very base of the shaft as the other played with his balls. He moaned deeply and put his hands on the back of her head, gently thrusting his hips against her hot mouth.

Liz removed her hand from his balls and brought it down to rub her swollen clit as she sucked hard on his cock. The feeling of his dick in her mouth was better than she had ever imagined, and she had imagined it many times over the years. She slid her mouth up and down the long shaft, sweeping her tongue around the head, sliding her mouth off and jerking him with one hand while yozgat escort she licked and sucked his balls, taking one and then the other into her mouth and sucking gently. She stroked him faster, matching the pace she kept with her clit. After a moment she pulled her mouth from his balls and licked up the underside of his dick, sucking gently where the head met the shaft, and slid him down her throat again as she brought herself to climax.

“Oh, fuck, Liz, I’m so close,” Joe said, tilting his head back as she fucked him with her mouth. Hearing those words, Liz pulled away and grinned at him.

“Not yet,” she said softly. “I have something special in mind first.”

She stood up and led him by his hand to the bedroom. She pushed him roughly onto the bed and climbed on top of him, facing away from him as she slowly lowered her dripping pussy down his pulsing cock. They both moaned loudly as he entered her, and she continued playing with her clit as she started bouncing up and down on top of him. His moans increased as she began screaming his name as she came multiple times, her cum running down his dick as she rode him hard and fast. Just as Joe thought he was going to cum, Liz suddenly stopped and slid off of him.

“Now I want you to fuck me,” she told him, directing him to switch places with her. He scrambled up and she lay down, putting her legs together and bending so that her feet were over her head.

Joe placed the head of his cock against her dripping cunt, teasingly putting the head in her tight hole and then pulling back out, doing this a few times until she was begging to have his dick inside of her. He slammed into her with such force that she came once more, screaming and grabbing at the sheets. He slid his cock hard in and out of her hot, tight cunt, and she constantly screamed, begging him to go harder and deeper until he was buried to his balls in her dripping pussy. Once again, he could feel his orgasm mounting, but she stopped him once more.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she whispered. He nearly came at just that, but he looked at her with concern.

“Are you sure?” He asked. He knew she had never zonguldak escort done it before, just as she knew he loved it. She nodded.

“I want you in my tight little ass,” she whispered. “But don’t cum. When you’re ready to cum, I want you to jerk yourself until you cum on my tits.”

Joe’s eyes widened as he ran a finger around her tight asshole, eliciting a small moan from Liz. He had no idea she was so into sex. He had known, of course, that she enjoyed it, but not like this.

Her pussy was so wet that its cum had completely covered her ass, and Joe’s cock was still dripping with it, leaving her ass nice and wet and ready to take his cock inside of it. He went slowly, inch by inch, gauging her reaction as he inserted more and more of his dick into her. Her ass was so fucking tight, squeezing his dick hard, and he could barely contain herself. She began to moan, and he reached one hand between her legs to rub her clit as he started thrusting gently.

“Do you like it?” He asked gruffly, wanting desperately to fuck her tight ass even harder. She moaned in response.

“Fuck, Joe, I love it. Fuck my ass, oh fuck yes,” she whimpered, her clit swelling against his fingers.

Joe began moving his dick faster, and Liz began moaning harder, screaming at him to fuck her hot little ass. His fingers moved fast against her clit, and soon she arched her back slightly and came against his hand. The muscles in her ass contracted, and Joe had to pull out quickly to keep from cumming.

Liz whimpered at the loss of his cock, but he quickly pulled her to her knees. She squeezed her tits together, looking at him hungrily, and said,

“Oh, fuck, Joe, cum on my tits. Shoot your hot, sticky load all over me.”

Joe stroked his cock quickly, but it took only a few seconds before tremors wracked his body and his cum shot hard from his dick, covering Liz’s perfect breasts. She moaned and clearly came at the feeling, and Joe felt himself cum even harder at the sight. He milked his cock as the cum kept flowing, giving him the most intense orgasm he could remember. After what seemed like forever, he gasped and collapsed on the bed. Liz lay down next to him, idly tracing her fingers through the cum on her tits, occasionally bringing a finger to her mouth and licking it clean.

“Worth the wait,” she said breathlessly as they both fell asleep.

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We got off the train and made our way to the exit of the sprawling building which looked more like a giant shopping centre than a train station. It was early evening – around half past seven – and as we made our way through the heart of the central business district, the twilight sun peeked out at us between the skyscrapers. It had been a scorcher of a day – the hottest of summer yet. Not the best day to pick for heading to a distant riverside regional town, whose claim to fame was being a paddle steamer port. As it turned out, the very day we chose to make the three-and-a-half hour train journey was the day the paddle steamers weren’t plying. We spent a couple of hours in the sweltering heat, then took the next (and last) available train back to the big city.

We were bummed out, but the day wasn’t over yet, and we decided to make the best of the time we had left. Wandering through the laneways, we found a decent Korean BBQ restaurant, and sat down to eat. Each of us ordered a dish that we’d never tried before. Our order was taken by a male waiter. Then we decided to try out some Korean beers as well, and the waitstaff who took our order of drinks was a cute Asian woman. I asked for her recommendation, and she brought me a refreshing lager to go with the food I’d ordered. I and my companions stayed in the restaurant for about two hours, eating, drinking and chatting. Although a couple of tables adjacent to ours were occupied by some very pretty women, I kept stealing glances over at our waitress. Her almond-shaped eyes sat atop a slim nose and lightly painted lips. Underneath her apron, she wore a yellow off-shoulder dress that seemed rather expensive. Once, when she caught me looking, I smiled. She smiled back.

We ordered two more rounds of beer. The third time, it was the male waiter who brought us our drinks. I looked around to find the waitress, but she was nowhere in sight. She must have finished her shift. We got up and went to the counter to pay. I took care of everyone’s drinks bill, and headed out. We hadn’t realised this, but we were in Koreatown. Around us there stood numerous bars and restaurants brimming with patrons. Their interiors were dimly lit. The night had only just started to sweep in. It seemed like if you hurried, you could still catch up to the dusk sun on its way.

It was still warm outside, and we’d just had a spicy meal. Forehead covered in a sheen of sweat, I lead the way to a nearby bar. A prop-up chalkboard outside advertised cheap soju. Never one to say no to trying out new kinds of liquor, I ordered two pint-bottles for us. Judging by the colour of the bottles, one could be forgiven for mistaking the contents for beer. But soju has 4 times the alcohol by volume content than beer, and is meant to be downed using shot glasses.

We took up a corner table. I poured the drink out for everyone, and ten minutes later we were already three shots down each. Then two of the guys dropped out of contention, citing dull excuses about work the next day. Now it was just me and my flatmate who were drinking. We paced ourselves as the drink hit us. We drank two more shots each over the next quarter-hour while we chatted. I looked over at the bar, and there was the waitress from the restaurant. She seemed unaccompanied. On the pretext of getting another bottle, I left the table and made my way over.

“Do they serve better alcohol here than your restaurant?” I asked, sitting down.

She smiled at me. Without the apron on, her dress looked even better on her. It hugged her tight and rode up her legs as she crossed them.

“The boss keeps it locked up. For diners only, he tells us. If it were up to him, he’d keep the bar service open till the last bottle was sold.” she replied.

Just wish I could be the one to order the last one and you’d still be around to pour it for me, I thought to myself.

“Hey, thanks for suggesting the lager earlier. It went beautifully with the food.” I said.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Now I know what drink to order in a Korean restaurant without feeling awkward.”

“My pleasure. I know the feeling.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure.”

I asked the bartender to bring us two of what my companion was having.

“I never did get your name.” I said as we waited for the drinks to be served.

“Su-jin. But everyone calls me Sue.”

I raised my glass to hers.

“To Korean lager, and to having bosses who aren’t tight-arsed.”

She laughed and we started talking. Sue was from South Korea, but had migrated five-thousand miles away to this city, about seven years ago. She got herself a degree a couple of years ago and secured a job as a personal assistant to the MOMA curator. But on some nights like this one, she helped out at her aunt’s restaurant.

“Hold on, so your manager at the restaurant is actually your aunt?” I asked.

“I wish! It’s her son, who seems to have inherited his father’s ways in running a business. Not that sivas escort he’s as successful, though.”

“Horses for courses, I guess.”

I paused for a couple of moments, and took a sip out of my glass.

“But it’s admirable that even though you work in a relatively high-profile job, you find time and energy to help out at the restaurant.” I said, looking into her eyes.

“Yeah. It feels like a getaway, you know. Dealing with arrogant artists, who spend more time gloating over work they did two years ago than creating anew, and mindless millionaires who buy art just to impress someone’s pants off – it starts getting to me if I go at it for too long. I come from a small town in South Korea no-one’s heard of. For the past year I’ve been spending every other night at exhibition launch parties or doing dinners atop skyscrapers with jet-setting clientele. I need to stay on top of the gallery’s schedule, organise events, manage the curator’s appointments and sit in on meetings, supervise installations, field calls from terse secretaries – who sometimes can’t even speak English and want their boss’s art deliveries yesterday, chase down insurance and security companies for every new installation; and I’m expected to do it all with a big fat smile plastered on my face the whole time. I can deal with all this work and more, but it’s just the pretence and politics that I can’t bear.”

Sue broke off as she stared into her glass. Her long brown hair fell over her face. I had an urge to run my fingers through it. After taking a moment, she looked back up.

“And that’s why I try to find time to come here and help out. It’s hard, messy, sweaty work. One day you might have a kid puke on your trousers, and on another day you might get yelled at by a half-drunk diner who messed up his order and blames you for it. But it’s a purge. A purge of ego, conceit, and greed. Keeps me balanced. I don’t know what’ll happen the day I start getting used to that life.”

Sue looked down again. She seemed tired.

“I bet it wouldn’t change you as a person.” I said softly.

“How do you figure?”

“I think you understand how that level of fame and wealth affects people, and I can see that doesn’t sit right with you. It’s like an uncomfortable dress that you wear. I think the day you start getting used to the dress, you’ll shrug it off, because it doesn’t define you.”

I took another sip. I was buzzing. The lager and the soju were loosening me up. The next few sentences rolled off my mouth before I realised what I was saying.

“You’ll peel off the straps, shimmy out of the fabric and step out, naked into the world. Your decision to go the other way will be as liberating as the feeling of a cool breeze on your skin. You’ll start walking, or perhaps even running, towards your calling. It’ll be something big, something satisfying. Like diving off a cliff on a hot summer day into the ocean. You’ll go under for a few seconds – holding your breath, trying to figure out which way is up – but when your head breaks the surface, your first breath of air will remind you why you took the dress off in the first place…”

I stopped. Sue was looking at me in a funny way. Her brow was furrowed, one hand on her hip, other on the counter. Her glass was empty. My brain caught up with my words a couple of seconds later and my ears started burning. Here I was, spewing nonsense about stripping naked, to someone I’d only met two hours ago. Idiot.

“Uhhhh… look… I don’t think I…” I stuttered.

Sue grabbed my hand.

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

My friends forgotten, I let Sue lead me out of the bar, into the cool night. I followed her unsteadily, fumbling over curbs, trying to avoid walking into other pedestrians. We walked across a couple of blocks, zig-zagging through laneways.

“Where are we going?” I called out to Sue’s back, now a couple of metres ahead of me. She was walking fast, and soon brought me to a construction site. We climbed on a car, and clambered over the timber hoarding into the construction compound. Sue led me into the half-built skyscraper. Taking off her platform shoes, she started ascending the stairs. We climbed about fifteen floors, through the heart of latticed brick and metal. Wiring, insulation, plumbing and ducting lay about. A few lights dimly lit up the stairway landings on each floor. By the time we’d finished climbing, I’d managed to sweat all the booze out of my system. Taking laboured breaths, Sue made her way to one of the corners of the building, into a large space which was obviously destined to be either a penthouse suite or a posh office.

“This is what I wanted to show you. This has been my place of escape, for the past couple of months. I come here on nights when the restaurant doesn’t need me and I can’t shrug the smell of frame varnish off my nostrils.” Sue said, arms stretched out, as if to embrace the openness of the space. Bare concrete şanlıurfa escort walls surrounded us. Enveloping the building were columns of scaffolding. The night wind drifted through the criss-crossed metal, whistling lightly. We were high enough above street level as to not be able to hear the traffic below. An almost cavernous silence greeted us, the kind you can feel only when you’re surrounded by millions of tonnes of concrete and steel.

“This will one day be my office.” Sue continued. “I’m going to run an interior-decorating business out of this place. That’s the dream.”

“That’s an impressive dream, Sue.” I said. “And it takes a lot of courage to dream this big.”

“I know. It keeps me going. I come here to meditate, and visualise my office of the future. Walls bathed in soft pastel shades. Employees bustling about. Orders being placed. Phones ringing with satisfied clients. Referrals, expansion, city and country-hopping. And it’s all going to start here.”

“Wow.” I found words failing me. I roamed around. A Step ladder, wooden beams, tool drawers, portable air-conditioning equipment, and a tarp were some of the items spread around the area.

“I’m tired of selling art to people who pretend to have taste. All this while I’ve been a glorified interior decorator for the rich. The first time I saw this building, towering over MOMA, I knew I had to come up here. I had to rise above the craziness.”

I went over to one of the floor-to-ceiling plate glass windows and looked out at the city below, sprawled out like luminescent algae in the sea. Sue’s voice softened.

“Since I started coming here, you’re the first person who understood my efforts to find balance. Also, that thing you said about diving off a cliff – it put into words what I’ve felt for a while, but could never phrase in such a manner. It resonated with me… as did the part about taking off the dress.”

I turned around to face her.

“Hey, I was talking out of my a…” I started.

Words caught in my throat as my eyes found Sue slowly slipping her arms out of the straps. She hooked her thumbs inside the neck and pulled the dress down her body. Stepping out of it, she reached behind her and unhooked her strapless bra. Her round, pert breasts came into view, taut skin flushing red, glistening with the sweat of exertion. She stepped towards me.

“I want to be as naked as this place is right now. Naked before I take the plunge. Naked before my body hits the water. Naked in front of someone who understands, and can see me for what I am, not what I dress up to be.”

Sue wrapped her arms behind my neck and pressed her body into mine. Her face was less than an inch away from mine, eyes boring into me. The smell of expensive perfume, intermingled with that of sweat, filled my nostrils.

“I want to be naked with you… before the world sees me that way.”

She pressed her lips softly into mine. I reciprocated. One hand on her shoulder, the other one on the small of her back. Her mouth was soft and yielding. I kissed her tenderly at first, revelling in the fullness of her lips, taking in the smoothness of her skin. We gradually turned the dial up. I pulled her hips into my groin. My other hand slithered from her shoulder to the back of her neck. Sue’s nipples grew hard and dug into my chest through my shirt. I groaned and gingerly flicked the tip of my tongue across her lips. Her mouth parted wider to let me in. Our tongues met and started getting acquainted with each other. Our breaths grew faster. My erection bulged through my shorts and pressed into her crotch. She ground her pelvis onto it.

I broke off the kiss to take my shirt off. My shorts were next to go. I picked Sue up and carried her over to a tools drawer resting against a wall. I sat her down on top of it and we began eagerly French kissing again. The drawer made her sit up a foot higher than me so she had to lean down to kiss me. My mouth left her lips to find the side of her neck. Sue giggled and then moaned as I kissed and licked down her neck to her collarbone, and on to the tops of her breasts. My hand massaged one breast as my mouth found the areola on the other and sucked on it. Blood rushed into her nipple and I gave it a flick with my tongue. She groaned and arched her back into my face. I sucked, licked, squeezed and kneaded her ample tits as my other hand rubbed the top of her thigh. The space was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and moaning as I worked her up.

The hand on her thigh went up to her groin. My fingerstips gently caressed her pussy through the fabric of her panties. Heat almost radiated from her sex, and the gusset was damp with her arousal. My fingers came together and started rubbing her crotch harder, making her grab my wrist with one hand. The other one was over my ear, alternately grabbing it and rubbing the side of my head. Her breaths came in short, shuddering gasps as my hands and mouth stimulated her most şırnak escort sensitive nerve endings. I slipped my hand inside her panties, sliding my fingers down her feather-soft, curly pubes, and reached her warm, wet opening. She shuddered as my palm cupped her mound and stroked her labia and clit. It didn’t take very long to bring her to the peak.

Sue’s moaning grew louder, and she cried out as the first wave of orgasm hit her. I lapped away hungrily at her engorged nipple as she pushed my head down onto her chest. Her grip on my wrist turned vice-like and she tensed up, mouth open in a half-cry. Her heart hammered through her ribs, pumping warm blood through her arteries into her engorged labia. She shuddered as the little death temporarily released her from its hold. Her grip on my hand loosened and she relaxed. I broke off and stepped back. This gorgeous woman lay on top of the tools drawer, leaning back against the bare concrete wall, her skin slick with perspiration, her pussy dripping onto the cold metal. My cock raged inside my boxers at the sight.

Sue rose up and climbed off the drawer. I stood still as she came up to me. She kissed and bit my lip, and her hands ran over my hairy chest. Then they slowly slid down to the waistband of my boxers, slipped in and grabbed my cock. Sue started stroking me, while still planting kisses all over my face. Her other hand circled my nipple with its fingertips. My stiff member throbbed and pulsed in her grip. I grabbed the base of her skull, my fingers entwined with her satin locks. Gently massaging her tit with the other, I gave it a light smack every now and then. She shuddered every time my palm came down on the erect nub.

Leaning her head back a little, she took my arm and led me to a pile of folded tarp. Pushing my back on to it, she lowered herself on top of my till her head was between my raised knees. Grabbing my shaft, she looked into my eyes as she started stroking it again. I swelled in her hand as her fist massaged me to full attention. Then, smiling, she lowered her mouth down on it. Her peach lips puckered as they slid up and down my member. Her tongue licked the underside of my cock, and its tip flicked the sensitive head on each upwards stroke. I gasped every time.

It was a fantastic sight. I looked down at this beautiful woman blowing me, here in this unfinished building. The moon shone through the windows, its light bouncing off her lustrous locks. Her head bobbed up and down and her fingers gently massaged my balls. She kept this up for what must have been only minutes, but seemed like hours as she made my butt clench and body convulse with pleasure. As my balls started to grow tight, she sensed my imminent climax and pulled her head back. My cock, veiny and glistening with her saliva, stood twitching. Sue got on her feet and helped me up. Pressing her body into mine, she leaned in to the side of my face.

“Take me here.” She whispered.

I don’t know what came over me then and there. Never had I felt so entranced by someone. My hands let go of the steering wheel and someone else took over. Not wasting any time, I led her to the mobile work platform lying in one corner. It was a platform with laddered sides and wheels underneath, which were currently locked to prevent the platform rolling around. I grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her head in through the rungs of one of the laddered sides. I shoved her hips roughly against the ladder and kicked her feet apart.

Now she was bent over at the waist, her ass facing me. Her legs were outside the platform, while her head and torso were inside. Her panties framed her puffy mound. Sue grabbed the horizontal bars, which formed an enclosure around the platform, for support. I grabbed my cock and pulled the panties to the side. I teased her opening with the tip of my shaft. She moaned and I felt her body vibrate with need. Needing no further invitation, I pushed and entered her.

Her pussy felt like liquid satin. We both groaned as I first bottomed out in her. Retracting almost all the way out, I grabbed her hips before thrusting in again. I fucked Sue in a steady rhythm for a couple of minutes. The platform rocked with my thrusts. From my point of view, I could see the muscles in her back undulating as she held on the horizontal bars. The bones in her spine jutted out as small bumps under her skin. Her hair fell to one side of her head, leaving a tantalising sliver of pale skin on the nape of her neck exposed.

“yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah baby fuck me just like that. just like that baby oh fuck yeah…” Sue moaned with each thrust.

Sue pulled herself up on the bars and arched her back. I was driven wild by her body. She seemed to be ravishing me just as much as I was doing her. I reached in through the ladder rungs to grab a fistful of her hair. I wrapped her locks around my fist till her back straightened up. I could feel her tensing so I could tell she was close to another climax. I grabbed the waistband of her panties for added leverage and thrust harder into her. My balls slapped against her clit, and her skin rippled outward every time my pelvis smacked into her ass. Sue let one of the bars go, reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit.

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I’ve had such a long and boring week. Work was the same old routine. I’ve finally made my way to the one place I can have some peace and quiet to unwind.

The library is quiet. Most people are out eating dinner, watching movies or home with their families. I wave to the librarian at the front desk as I stroll by. She smiles and goes back to sorting and putting books in piles to be placed back on their shelves.

I have a new book I’ve just started. It’s an erotic story that discusses extreme BDSM elements. Just thinking about the story so far has me blushing and stumbling down the aisle that leads to the secluded reading nook. Tucked away in the back, it’s perfect because no one ever bothers me back there. No reason to worry if my pink cheeks or squirming has been detected yet.

I sit in the small sofa with its back to the entrance. The book is discussing a girl’s introduction into being a sex slave. She’s stripped naked during a big get together and put on display with several others. She’s shy of her nakedness and very nervous. They explain how the guests are able to touch, stroke and do pretty much whatever they want to the slaves. She’s embarrassed at first but finds herself getting excited both from watching others being used and by being used herself.

My breathing has sped up. I squeeze my legs together. This author doesn’t pull punches with her wording. So much for being relaxed. Ha! I wonder how it’d be to have someone use me for their pleasure alone. Fuck! Why’d I choose this book again? Ok back to reading.

I’m so engrossed in the story that I lose track of my surroundings. So I don’t have any warning of what’s heading my way.

—————-

As I walk into the library to return a book, I see a woman I’m not familiar with wave to the librarian and walk back into the aisles. Damn you’re fucking hot. Curves everywhere! I love me some curves now. Love to feel them. To taste them.

Fuck. What am I doing? My cock’s started getting hard. I need to stop that train of thought or the librarian is going to be very uncomfortable. Damn it. I’ll take a second to calm down. I look around and find that no one has noticed my predicament yet. I let my mind wander to safer areas and gain back control of my body.

After turning in my books, I walk in the direction you went. Back into the aisles. After all it’s a library. No one will notice I’m following you. I want another glance and possibly an opening to talk to you.

I walk quietly down the aisle trying to see where you could’ve gone. When I come to the end, I see you sitting on a soft loveseat. Your back is mostly to me. You seem to be sitting high like your feet are tucked beneath you. I catch a sound but am not sure what it was. You seem okay though so I continue watching.

You begin to shift a bit. You’re having trouble sitting still. I can see that your cheeks are a lovely shade between pink and red. Your breath is a bit rapid to be sitting mostly still. I move closer to check and make sure you’re ok. As I walk quietly right behind you a moan escapes your lips. Holy shit! I’m not believing my ears. You’ve taken your bottom lip between your teeth. I want to taste that lip.

I glance over your shoulder to see what you’re reading and am shocked and excited. You’re reading a book that is very graphic and descriptive on it’s sex scenes. The hard-on I’ve been fighting stands back at attention. Well shit! I’m not sure what to do. You haven’t noticed me right behind you yet. I lean in closer until my mouth is right beside your ear. I begin reading the story in a whisper quiet voice.

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I’m reading a very explicit part of my book when I hear a masculine voice reading in my ear. My breath hitches and my whole body tightens. I can feel your big presence behind me. You come around the love seat and sit down right beside me. Your leg pressed tightly up against mine.

“Hey beautiful” you whisper into my ear. “Can I join you in reading your book?” I shake my head yes in answer. How will I stand being so close to you and hearing your rumbling voice reading about a woman being teased relentlessly for the pleasure of others? I have no clue but I wouldn’t pass this up mersin escort for the world. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep and I’m dreaming.

You take the book and sit it aside for a moment and begin rearranging me. You tuck me into your side and put your left arm around my shoulders. Next, you take my right hand and lay it on your thigh. Shit! My fingers are so close to the bulge in your jeans. If I just… Shit. What am I thinking?

You look me in the eyes for a second before picking the book back up to start back up where you left off. The hairs all over my body seem to be standing up. I’m aware of every inch of skin that covers my body. It all seems pulled too tight.

You’re reading about how the character was placed into a cage naked with her hands tied. She’s brought close to orgasm over and over. Then left to feel the desire she cant fulfill with her bound hands.

I notice your hand moving slowly. Your fingers lightly graze my nipple. Fuck! I gasp and glance at you. Your eyes still on the book seem to sparkle. You continue reading of the lady’s struggle with her horniness. Her wish to cum. Her every thought concentrated on the feelings she’s experiencing.

You move your leg just a bit my way. This places the tips of my fingers flush with your growing cock. My first thought is to draw back. But I want to push and see how far you’re willing to go.

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Your nipple pebbled as I lightly moved my fingers over it. The gasp has my dick so hard I have to move. My hands being busy, my only option is to subtly shift my leg. As I do though I feel your fingers against me. I pause for a second to regain my composure.

I continue reading. Understanding the woman’s dilemma. I’m so turned on I want to pin you to the love seat and take you over and over. Your hand timidly slides over my cock. It twitches. You pause and I hear a slight giggle. My lips turn up at the edges.

You settle your hand on my cock and begin running your fingers over its full length and width. I gain myself enough to encourage you. My fingers continue lightly tracing your nipple. It’s so hard. I pinch it and hold for just a few seconds. Your hand squeezes my cock. Fuck! I let go.

Your chest is heaving with your heavy breaths. I’m sure mine is moving much the same. I lower my hand behind you and inch my hand under the hem of your shirt. Creeping up your side. Feeling your smooth skin beneath my fingertips. Up slowly until I reach the hem of your bra. I pause waiting for some word or reaction telling me to stop. None comes.

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Your hand stops at my bra. No! Don’t stop! Please. After a pause on your part I reach over and adjust my bra above my tits. My shirt rubs over both nipples. Your palm moves over my breast. Oh shit. It feels so good. As you tweak my nipple again I arch my back pushing my tit into your hand.

One minute I’m listening to you read. The next, you push the book into my hand saying “read!” You move me about to where my back is to the love seat’s armrest. After a cursory glance around, you slide my body down a bit. My head lays on the armrest. “Read!” you urge me on.

I begin reading. At this point the main character is standing before a man. He’s enjoying making her stand there and moan as his mouth works it’s way down her neck to lick, suck and nibble on her tits. As I read this, you lift my shirt to show my belly. You bend down to lick and kiss my stomach. You reach my shirt and look up into my eyes. We stare at each other for a second before I look back at the book.

You follow direction well as I begin telling you what I want as if I’m still reading. I begin with how the man’s hands cup her breasts holding them up so that his mouth can lick them. He makes his way to her nipples. Sure enough you lift my breast, licking and taking one nipple into your mouth. Sucking. Tugging with your teeth and nipping lightly.

I place a hand over my mouth to keep from getting loud. I keep “reading” and letting you know how I need your hands, fingers and mouth on me. Can I? Should I? Oh hell.

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God your tits are beautiful! I love how they pebble at my touch. They’re so muğla escort hard and erect. Speaking of which I feel like my dick is being strangled by my jeans. I reach down and unbutton them. Loosening the fabric at least a little.

Your words snap me back to focusing on what you’re saying. The book is leading me down your stomach to your skirt. Your words tell me to lift your skirt and place kisses on you pussy. I move your underwear down and off your legs before realizing what you said. The woman in the story has been naked since we began our game.

You aren’t reading anymore. Huh. I look up at you. Your eyes lock with mine as your words guide my mouth to your sex. I follow the directions you’re giving me word for word. Licking you from the bottom of your pussy lips up to your sweet hard clit. Running my tongue around your clit and flicking it several times.

Our eyes locked the whole time I lick and fuck you with my tongue. As I suck your clit into my mouth your eyes rolled back into your head. Your hand goes over your mouth and your back arches off the sofa. Your juices coat my lower face.

As you come down, I push a finger into your pussy slowly. I continue licking and tasting you as your hips buck up to meet my fingers. First they move slowly. As I pick up speed with my mouth, you pick up speed with your thrusts. Faster and faster. I slide another finger in. Fuck are you tight! Even with all the self made lubrication my fingers are clutched tight. Then you stop as your body squirts on my fingers and face. Fuck that’s hot!!

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I swear I have no clue how I kept from screaming out my pleasure as the waves smashed through my body. I am surprised at how my body continues to shake. I glance down to see your glistening smile radiating back at me. I grab your hand and pull you up to devour your lips. My tongue diving into your mouth and tasting myself.

I push you back on the sofa and drop on my knees to the carpeted floor in front of you. I shove the book into your hands. You look down at it confused for a second. I crawl up your legs toward your open fly. I reach in and pull your hard cock out. You have obviously been enjoying yourself so far.

I begin sliding my hands up and down your cock. The smooth skin soft over the hard steel feel of your cock. I stroke back and forth gaining confidence with each stroke as your low moans coax me on.

When I glance up, you pull the book out and start telling me how our slave character must lick her master’s cock. She must lick him slowly from root to head and back. You say she must look in her masters eyes while she does it.

I follow your directions. I lick slowly staring into your eyes the whole time. I notice I’m getting wet yet again. Having my tongue on you is driving me crazy. Your cock throbs on my tongue. It’s so hard. The veins giving me direction up and down, back and forth.

You grab my head and I realize I’ve glanced down. My eyes taking in your hard dick. God. If I could just… My eyes return to yours. I see that you want what I’m wanted just as much as I do. “What does he make her do next?” I ask continuing to lick you like the most delicious lollipop in the world. This time my eyes glued to yours.

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Keeping eye contact with you, I tell you “the master wants you to swallow as much of his cock as you can.” I pause. “Do it now!” I say sternly. Your head quickly lowers to take me into your mouth. Your head continues down until I feel the head of my dick touch the back of your throat. You gag and back off just a little.

Eyes wide staring up at me you wait. Your mouth is so warm and wet. Your tongue swirls a bit and you close your mouth fully. You suck and swirl your tongue. Oh fuck! Your mouth feels so good! The texture of your wet tongue rubbing against the sensitive skin it caresses. As your head pulls back from me, your tongue swirls around the head of my cock. Then you suck on just the head before lowering your head back down. Down and back. Sucking, swirling, moving. Eyes constantly locked on mine.

I can still taste you as I swirl my tongue around my teeth and pick up the wonderful flavor that still coats my lower face. muş escort Speaking of which, I stick my tongue out and lick my lips. Your eyes catch my action and the corners of your mouth twitch upward. You know that I’m enjoying your taste as you enjoy mine. “Good girl” I say as you continue to service my hard cock.

I’m so wound up at this point that I could explode at any moment. I pull your head up and bring your mouth up to mine. I kiss you hard. Shoving my tongue into your mouth. Twining it with yours. Your tongue gives as well as it takes. Your hands lower to my shoulders and begin trailing down to rest on my chest. You rub your palms over me wanting to feel more. Your soft hands find their way to my shirt’s hem. They creep up and trace every inch of my chest.

My hands follow suit. Those beautiful tits of yours moving with your each heavy breath. I lightly graze your nipples before pinching lightly. You inhale and shutter. The little sounds you make are amazing. I want to cause you to lose your tightly held control. To make you produce noises loud enough to bring the librarian. You’re holding on so tight. Oh but not for long.

I stand and move you around to the armrest and turn your body around. I push my body against the back of yours and rub my cock over the crack of your ass. Your body shutters again but only a quiet moan meets my action. No, no, no. We can do better than that. I reach around and take a breast in each hand positioning my cock between your legs. I pull away from your body until only the tip of my dick is still between your wet lips. I piston my hips forward and pinch your nipples at the same time. A louder moan. Yes! That’s what I’m talking about. But still I know I can get you to cry out.

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The feeling of your hard cock sliding between my wet pussy lips is amazing! The way you rub roughly against my clit causes me to whimper. I widen my stance a bit to make room for you. You’re pulling back again, slowly. And WHAM! Rough against my clit again and a slight pain in my nipples as you pinch them. The wonderful feelings echoing back and forth between my breasts and pussy. Damn but you haven’t even entered me yet. You feel so fucking good!

You press my head down toward the sofa and get on your knees behind me. Your hands gripping my ass firmly and holding me against the armrest. Your mouth comes to my pussy again. Licking and tasting. Bringing me closer and closer to orgasm again. Your finger enters me as your tongue licks my clit mercilessly. My legs have begun to shake. I am so thankful for the chair holding me up. Oh shit, I’m going to… You stop.

I glance back to see you standing back up behind me. “You’re ready baby” you say as you line yourself up with me. I feel the head of your cock nudging my entrance. You slowly, so slowly enter my overwrought body. I imagine I can feel every vein rubbing on the walls of my sensitive pussy. “Feels, So, Good.” Oh shit! Did I say that out loud? I’m losing any semblance of the control that I thought I had. “Please, Faster” I ask. Your groan tells me you heard my request but you continue to slowly enter and exit my body. “PLEASE” I almost shout.

My exclamation causes you to stop all together. Only the head of your cock still clenched in my tight pussy. Then my prayers are answered. You grip tighter to my hips and pound forward. “YES!” Over and over, the pressure building in my body. I feel like I’m going to explode. Just on the edge of totally losing it.

You lean over and growl in my ear. “I want you to cum on my cock baby! Do it! Squeeze my dick so hard that you pull every ounce of my cum from this hard cock! Do it!” you demand. With that I feel your finger prod and enter my ass. The feel of having you fill both holes causes me to shatter. The walls of my pussy spasming and clenching around your cock. I shout “FUCK!” You pump several more times before you roar in my ear and erupt into me. Filling me with all the cum that’s built up throughout our encounter.

“Good girl” you whisper and pull back. You right me. Help me stand. Lower and right my clothes before sitting me on the sofa and righting yourself. You snuggle up pulling my head to your shoulder and picking my book up to read. The librarian walks up looking around trying to find the troublemaker. You simply continue reading quietly to me as she glances around and continues her search. “You can call me Daddy” you whisper.

“Yes Daddy” I say as I drift off to sleep.

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Letter for College

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A few years ago, while still in high school, I had a teacher who was just starting his career. As a junior, I was one of many students he had in his first year as a teacher. He was young, probably 24, and cute in a nerdy, science teacher way. Several girls found him very attractive, but I never thought of him as more than my teacher. I did well in the class, though I never considered Chemistry a strong point for me. Looking back I see that I was quite naïve. In my senior year, I needed a few letters of recommendation, and who better to ask than a teacher who constantly complimented you’re skills. Well it was at this time that I began to see why I got the A I didn’t know that I deserved.

I had asked Mr. Green to write a letter of recommendation with the assumption that he would then give it to my guidance counselor to mail out with my transcripts. Apparently Mr. Green had other plans. Although I saw him from time to time in the hallways, I no longer had class with him, so I had to go out of my way to find him to ask about the favor. He figured he should do the same and took it upon himself to find out where I would be during his free periods. He came into the class and made small talk with the teacher, before coming over to me. He offered me the letter of recommendation and told me to read over it and if I wanted him to change anything I should just write it down and he’d take care of it. He also told me that after I was done I should bring the letter by his office. I told him that was unnecessary and I would just use the letter he had written. He insisted that I read it and bring it back later that day. I took the letter and went back to work.

At lunch I told my friend about the strange situation I was in. She was baffled at his actions, but she also thought he was very sexy. She encouraged me to stop by his office after school got it like he has suggested. I was very hesitant, but I also knew that I had to give him the letter back so he could send it out, the sooner the better. After sitting through another class the bell rang and buses started leaving the school. I lived close enough to walk home if I had to, so I hung around by my locker until the hallways cleared out. Finally I got the nerve to swing by Mr. Green’s office.

The door was open but Mr. Green was facing away from it, so I knocked hesitantly. He turned around and a smile came across his face. He ushered me inside, never taking his eyes from mine. I could feel my face flushed from embarrassment. I didn’t know why I was so shy all of a sudden. Finally Mr. Green sat down and offered me the seat across the desk from him. I sat with my hands folded in my lap, clutching the letter I had to return.

“I was just dropping my letter of recommendation back off to you. It sounded fine to me. Thanks so much for writing it,” I spoke quietly.

“It was no problem at all Ari. I could have gone on forever and not told a lie.”

Again I felt my kocaeli escort face burning red. I could not calm down regardless of how hard I tried. I also couldn’t help but think of how cute Mr. Green looked in his khaki pants and black tee. He had taken off his dressier shirt since he was technically off work. His arms looked buffer than I expected, though clearly he didn’t work out daily. His skin had a subtle tan, probably left over from the summer sun. His hair was longer than most professionals, reminding me that he was only a few years older than me. I was so lost in his appearance that I hadn’t been listening to him speak.

“Ari, is everything alright?”

I couldn’t believe how stupid I felt. And therefore how stupid I sounded. “I’m fine. I’m sorry. I just never noticed how young you were until now.”

He laughed, “Well I’ll assume that’s a good thing then.” He stood up and walked over to the door. He shut the door quietly. “Don’t take that the wrong way, but I don’t need anyone to hear us and get the wrong idea.”

“Oh, alright then. I can go if you’d like. I really just came by to drop off the letter like you asked. I didn’t mean to be so weird. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t worry so much Ari. You’re more than welcome to stay and talk with me. I enjoy your company. I hardly see you now that you’ve left my class. How’s everything going? “

“Well everything is going pretty well. I just turned 18, so that’s exciting. I’m applying to schools, but you knew that, and I can’t wait to get out of here, haha,” I said, as I began to relax. I was still mesmerized by Mr. Green’s arms, but also found myself wondering what he was thinking. I suddenly wanted to be closer to him, kissing him. I wanted him to want me back.

I think he sensed this, because more than once I saw him staring intently at me, and lick his lips. I just blushed when I saw this, hoping he might do or say something about it. There was silence between us, both of us watching each other. We both sensed that nothing should happen, but we both were thinking about the same things we knew we shouldn’t do. I finally decided to act before I lost the guts. I stood up, and headed towards the door. I knew that Mr. Green wanted to say something to stop me, but before he had a chance I simply turned the lock on the door and smiled at him. He smiled back and stood up, finally allowing me to see his tight fitted jeans slightly bulging at the crotch.

“So about that letter of recommendation you wrote for me. Do you want me to repay you for all the wonderful things you said?” I asked teasingly. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

I walked over to his side of the desk and ran my hands up his arms. My chest barely pressing against his back as my hand worked up his arms, closer to his shoulders. We were both breathing harder because of the anticipation. konya escort Finally Mr. Green turned around and faced me. He still made no attempt to touch or kiss me, he just watched me. I could not believe what I was doing, this was so unlike me. I was reserved, quiet, and not the promiscuous type. I continued running my hands over his arms, under the sleeve of his shirt, and back down. Soon I ran my hands down over his shirt, feeling his chest and stomach. Finally I got a reaction as his breath caught.

“Listen Ari, I want you to know you don’t owe me anything for that letter. I meant what it said, and more. You’re an amazing girl, and you will make someone very happy someday. Just think about this before you get over your head. I know what I want, but you’re still young.”

I understood every word, and in response I slid my hands under his shirt and lifted it over his head. He took the hint and leaned in to kiss me. He was very gentle, holding my chin in his hand, he simply touched his lips to mine before pulling away. I smiled, and realized that he was as nervous as I was. I encouraged him by running my hands all over his bare chest, stomach, and back. We kissed again, this time more passionately. I used my tongue to gain access to his mouth. He met me halfway and we grew more intense with our kissing and touching. Still sensing his hesitation, I began lifting my shirt over my head. I dropped my shirt to the floor and stood a step back, allowing him to view my body. I stood before him in a denim skirt with my black and teal bra covering my young breasts. After letting him take in my bare skin, I stepped forward again, kissing his neck now. I let my hands work on the buckle to Mr. Green’s belt while he now caressed my bare back. I moaned against his neck when his hands grazed the strap to my bra, wanting him to remove it. He took this moan as the hint that it was and unhooked the bra, helping it off my shoulders and to the ground. I worked his belt off and undid the button and zipper on his pants before dropping to my knees. I slid Mr. Green’s pants down around his ankles and ran my hands up his calves and thighs, all the way up under his boxers. I squeezed his balls before taking my hand out of the bottom of his boxer shorts. His moaning made me so hot that I couldn’t wait any longer. I slid his boxers to his ankles, where his pants were waiting, and began running my hand up and down his throbbing cock. As my pace quickened so did his moaning.

“Why don’t you sit down and enjoy this Mr. Green?” I say, while pushing him into his chair. He falls back willingly, just watching me work his cock with my left hand. I use my right hand to alternate between rubbing his balls and rubbing my tit. I replace my hand with my warm mouth, licking and sucking his hard shaft. I take his hand and place it on my hand to control the pace of the cock sucking. He finally loses control and forces my head up and down kütahya escort his cock with urgency. I’m getting hornier and wetter as he forces my head up and down his cock. I rub his balls between my left hand and with his free hand in mine, we play with my tits.

“Ari, suck my balls.” He grunts as he lets go of my head. I’m eager to please him, so I drop his cock out of my mouth and suck on his balls one at a time. I jerk his cock in my hand while I suck his balls. His moans tell me what he really likes, so I continue to suck hard. Finally I place my mouth around his cock again with his help, taking most of his cock down my throat, gagging a little, but still continuing. Soon his breathing is very fast, and he moans that he’s going to cum. I continue sucking until I feel the cum in my throat. I swallow eagerly, waiting for more to fill my mouth. Finally he stops and he gently pushes my head away from his cock. I stand up and grab my bra and top from the floor.

“Where are you going?” Mr. Green asks, still breathing heavy.

“Well I thanked you, so I thought I’d get going,” I smile and get dressed.

Mr. Green walks over to me, his pants still around his ankles. He kisses me without reservation. When he pulls away he whispers into my ear, “I told you that you didn’t need to thank me. And if that was all because you wanted to say thank you then it was unnecessary. I wanted you to want that, and if you didn’t then it was a big mistake.”

“Mr. Green, I wanted that more than you can realize. I didn’t know I wanted it until I was here, but oh boy did I want it.” I kiss him and start to turn around towards the door when I feel a hand grab my wrist and pull me back.

“As a real thank you, I want you to let me taste you.”

All I can get out is an okay before I see Mr. Green clearing off part of his desk. He then motions for me to sit on the desk with my legs on either side of his chair. I do as he wants and he runs his hands up my skirt, rubbing my soaking wet panties into my pussy. I moan quietly as I feel him sliding my panties down my legs. I help lift myself up so that the panties slide off easily. His hand returns to my waiting pussy and I open my legs wide for him. He runs his fingers up and down between my pussy lips, and I lean back on my elbows to get comfortable. It only takes a minute before I feel his mouth over my clit. He slides both hands under my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks and holding me close to his mouth. My moans are getting louder, so I bite my bottom lip. Mr. Green licks my pussy from the back to the clit before taking my clit into his mouth. He uses his teeth to gently nibble my clit, making me almost scream in pleasure. His fingers are rubbing my asshole while his tongue laps up my juices. I feel my orgasm and I hold my mouth shut while I start to cum on Mr. Green’s face and desk. Once my pussy is clean, Mr. Green sits back in his chair, a small bit of my cum still on his lip. I get off the desk and lick my cum from his lip before grabbing my panties and putting them in my purse.

“Maybe I should get back to you with my revised letter of recommendation sometime this week?” I ask as I walk out the door, not waiting for an answer.

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Leslie: A Special Education

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I have been seeing my current girlfriend off and on for almost four years now. We met on a popular on-line dating site But two summers ago we were on the outs. So I went back to that site.

Most people hate on-line dating. Not me. I love on-line dating.

Leslie was a special education teacher from a neighboring town. Her pictures didn’t really ‘wow’ me but there was something about her. I’m pretty sure she contacted me first. If you’re a guy and you’ve been on any dating site, you know that doesn’t happen very often.

Leslie was very direct, honest and open. I find those traits incredibly sexy.

I will never, ever forget meeting Leslie for the first time. It was at a Panera in her town. When she got out of her SUV “I just knew.” A broad smile came across my face. She looked at me quickly, blush-smiled and then looked at the ground. When she looked back up she had this great big smile on her face.

Now I’m no George Clooney. Women don’t swoon over me. But Leslie did.

I knew it 5 minutes into our date. In the booth at malatya escort the restaurant she was sooo nervous. She was blushing, talking rapidly, looking down, giggling, playing with her napkin.

I just stared at her and smiled. I felt it too.

There was nothing about Leslie that screamed “knockout.” She looked kinda nerdy and Amish fully clothed. Her clothes were anything but flattering. Yet when I peeled Leslie’s clothes off for the first time I was in for the shock of my life. She had an amazing, toned, spectacular body. She had the nicest boobs I’d ever seen. She had a beautiful, aromatic pussy with brown fur on the muzzle.

And she was an amazing kisser. When we weren’t talking, we were kissing. Consequently, we spent a lot of time in bed.

I remember we went to this movie across town. The theater was deserted so we made out from the moment we sat down. We made out during the coming attractions and we made out during the beginning of the movie. Finally I said to her, “I want to take you home and peel you manisa escort like a banana.”

[I can’t believe I just admitted that but it’s true. Who would lie about saying that?]

We left seven minutes into the movie. Now it takes me some time to build up trust and confidence with women I truly care about. It usually takes me a few dates before I can have ‘regular’ sex with them.

Although we did everything in the Foreplay Playbook, I was getting ‘stage fright’ when it came time for the Main Event. Not a problem for Leslie. The first time we messed around I found myself on my knees right next to Leslie’s face. I placed my cock in her mouth and the next thing I knew I was fucking her face.

“I love sucking cock.”

No woman had ever said that to me. Until Leslie. In my opinion, nothing a woman can say in the bedroom is sexier than those four words.

Ordinarily when I’m about ready to cum my first instinct is to pull out, slow down, etc. Not with Leslie. She gave me absolutely no indication that she mardin escort wanted me to stop as I announced my imminent eruption. She moaned her approval and the next thing I knew I was pumping a huge load into her mouth.

She swallowed it completely. She didn’t pull away, spit it out or run to the bathroom.

She loved it.

I didn’t know what to do. I was stunned. And incredibly turned on.

I was 51 at the time but the experience was life-altering.

She was and is the greatest cocksucker of my lifetime. And I say that with all due respect.

I never was able to have ‘regular’ sex with Leslie. I regret that to this day. Our courtship lasted 8 days.

I ended up back with my current girlfriend. She sensed something was different with Leslie so she fought like hell for me.

But if I’m truly honest with myself, nothing has been the same since Leslie.

Leslie and I had amazing chemistry. I will never forget the two loads she happily took from me. She gave me new confidence. I felt sexy.

Leslie gave me oral just for oral’s sake and because she loved the taste of my cum. My current girlfriend is very sexy but she doesn’t let me cum in her mouth—never mind swallow.

So every time my cock is in my girlfriend’s mouth, I secretly, silently dream of Leslie.

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Learning to Take Pleasure in Life

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“Are you coming out with us tonight?” asked Jenny, the buxom blonde woman who worked in the cubicle next to mine.

“We’re all going to the bar for a few drinks.”

“I don’t know Jenny… it forecasted rain tonight, and—”

“Oh come on Laura! You never come with us! It’ll only be a few drinks.” Jenny tried to persuade me.

I felt reluctant, but she had a point — I had never been out with the people from work. They would always come into the office the next morning still laughing and joking, and the truth is that I’ve always been a little jealous. But I’ve never had the courage to go. All my life I’ve been referred to as ‘socially awkward’ and I guess it’s not a lie.

There was another reason for my jealousy, and that had to do with Will. I’ve got one of those silly crushes on the guy. It’s not like I haven’t had relationships in the past — and yet every time he passes me my heart starts to beat a little bit faster. If he says hi I manage to respond with a shy smile, rushing past him before he sees my blush.

I suppose everyone else in the office knows. God, I hope he doesn’t know too.

But today, well I was feeling a little more confident than usual, I had just had my hair done — a deep shiny red that contrasted nicely with my blue eyes — and I was wearing my new black dress that clung to my hips in a subtly provocative manner. I had carried out in my head an encounter with Will in front of my mirror this morning, and didn’t feel as juvenile or pathetic as I usually did. I don’t know — maybe my stars were aligning. But this time I actually wanted to go. I had already decided to go.

“Okay Jenny. There’s gotta be a first for everything, I’ll come.”

As Jenny drove me to the bar I stared out the passenger window. I couldn’t stop thinking about Will. The way his dark curly hair always seemed perfectly untidy, his dark, dark brown eyes that almost looked black, and the way his broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist and gorgeous ass. I loved to walk behind him and watch the way his muscular back moved beneath his shirt. Every day I look forward to seeing him — it’s the best part of going to work. And now that I had climbed out onto a social limb, I hoped he would be there so it wasn’t all in vain. I know that he usually goes to the work outings, but I was paranoid and my brain was only too happy to think up reasons why he wouldn’t be there.

As we pulled into the park out the front, I spotted Will talking and laughing to a couple of other guys through the window. I breathed a sigh of both relief and apprehension. I checked my reflection in the mirror quickly to see if my lipstick wasn’t smudged, and caught the look of fear in my eyes. I told myself not be stupid and got out of the car.

Just before we walked through the door Jenny paused, turned to me and gave me a wink.

“Good luck, Laura” she said with a smile.

I frowned, and followed behind Jenny into the bar area. One of the men had gone somewhere, but Will and his friend Greg were still sitting on the bar stools. Greg and Jenny used to date, and sometimes still got together for a night of fun once in a while.

“Hey boys” Jenny sauntered past Will and sat down on the bar stool next to kırklareli escort Greg with her arm resting on his shoulder. “Buy me a drink, Greg darling, and one for Laura too.”

Greg had been too preoccupied with Jenny to see me slide in behind her, and Will was facing away from the door.

“I’ll buy you a drink Laura.” At the mention of my name Will had turned to me and smiled, immediately turning my insides to jelly.

“No, no it’s okay” I stammered at the back of his stool, “I’ve got some money…”

I walked past him and Greg and waited to be served at the bar. God I am such an idiot. I should have smiled and said yes thankyou and battered my eyelashes. Well I guess it’s too late for that now.

He sidled in beside me — almost giving me a heart attack.

“No, please. It’s my treat.”

I looked up into his eyes — his face was close to mine. I’ve never been so close to him, I can feel his body heat along my body. His eyes were piercing into my own, his lips were moving, the corner of his mouth sliding up into a smile, the stubble on his cheeks that gave him that rugged, edgy look…. His lips were moving! Oh God I think he asked me something, and here I am daydreaming into his eyes!

“Sorry?” I abruptly came out of my reverie.

“I said: What would you like to drink?” he was still smiling, but his head now leant over on an angle. He was examining me.

It was disconcerting.

“Oh, I’ll have a vodka, lime and soda, thanks.” I muttered to the bar mat. My face must be as red as a tomato. Not a good look.

Just as my drink was handed to me another group of colleagues came through the door. One girl called out to Will and waved. As soon as his attention was diverted I slipped through the door that led outside to the bathroom. I rushed into the ladies and stood looking at my reflection. Yes, my blush was as bad as I thought it would be. I’ll just have a bit more of my drink and hopefully calm down a little.

I look down into my glass and find it empty. I decide to sneak out into the courtyard section of the bar and order myself another vodka, lime and soda. I can see Will still standing inside, talking to that girl. What’s her name? Amy. Ugh. I feel a rush of irrational loathing build up in me for the girl. I down the next drink almost as quickly as the first. The heat in my cheeks has subsided, but the heat in my body has risen. I think it’s time to go back inside.

Back at the bar — where there are considerably more people than when I left 10 minutes ago — there is a line of shots. Jenny sees me walk in and quickly rushes to my side. She grabs my elbow and tugs me over to the shots.

“Jenny, I really don’t think I should have one” I say.

“Come on Laura, when was the last time you let go, huh? When was the last time you had fun? I think there’s a wildcat beneath that shy exterior just waiting to get out! But you know; if you don’t want to then… well, it’s up to you.” Jenny already looks disappointed. She already knows I probably won’t do it. I look up and find Will looking back at me. He seems to be the only other person in the room that heard what Jenny said. I see a small smile on his face, but his eyes tell me that kırşehir escort he thinks I won’t do it either.

I do the shot.

Jenny turns to me with a look of shock, starts to squeal and gives me a hug, the kind of hug where you bounce around and knock things over. I have a big grin all over my face and a burning sensation down my throat. But I’m so happy. I look over Jenny’s shoulder to where Will was standing — but he wasn’t there. It doesn’t completely ruin my happy mood, but I feel a kick of disappointment in my stomach.

From then on I used my happiness and my new loss of inhibition to mingle among the other groups that congregate around the bar. I know most people’s names, but have generally avoided conversation with them at work. Usually conversing with people who are only acquaintances ends awkwardly as I soon find myself lost for words. Tonight I felt like a completely new person, and for once I was enjoying myself immensely.

A little further into the night, I note that I hadn’t seen Will in quite a while. Greg had just walked in from the courtyard with two empty glasses, but he didn’t go to the bar, instead settling down next to Jenny. I wonder if Will is still outside, and decide to go and have a look.

The courtyard is dark, lit only by the radiant light of the bar and small tea light candles on the tables. I see Will stand up from a table and head towards the back door.

“Will!” I cry out. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, hey Laura. I was going to have a smoke and realised I left my lighter in the car. Do you want to walk with me?”

His silhouette waited for me by the gate. I fumbled my way around the maze of chairs and tables and walked through the gate he held open. We walked slowly, side by side in the dark, for a while not saying anything. After a few more steps he stopped, and I stopped and turned to look at him. The contours of his face were lit in moonlight.

“Laura, I’m so happy you decided to come out tonight.”

Even in the darkness, I could feel his eyes on me. He had his head tilted on an angle again, waiting for me to say something. Or perhaps he was just looking at me.

“Oh Will, me too. I’ve had such an unbelievably good time.” I smiled up at him.

“You looked enchanting tonight. I’ve never before seen you so radiant, so vibrant. The way you are smiling at me now, it’s a smile I didn’t know existed. Even your eyes are smiling… and your lips…”

His dark, penetrating eyes moved then to my mouth.

All of a sudden my heart began to beat faster and faster. I wasn’t sure how my knees were still holding me up. Everything happened in slow motion.

Will leaned down and kissed me.

My skin started tingling all over. My stomach flipped, and a sweet agony burst into bloom between my thighs. He licked my lips with his tongue, and I opened my mouth to receive him. All of a sudden my hands were roaming all over his muscled body, and his arms were holding me tightly against him whilst his kiss turned deep, forceful and passionate.

We were so lost in the moment it took us a minute to realise we were standing in the pouring rain.

Our lips parted, and I lifted my face to the rain and laughed. kilis escort Will leans down again for one more quick kiss.

“You’re so damn beautiful when you laugh” he whispers.

He takes my hand and we run across the street to a small park. He leads me around the side of the park behind a building, and we stand in the small shelter made by the overhang of the rafters. We’re both drenched, my dress glued to every curve of my body. I look over to Will. His eyes are slowly rising over my body, taking in the shape of my thighs, my panting belly and my quickly hardening nipples. It seems a struggle for him but from there he lifts his eyes to my face. At this moment I am almost overwhelmed with my desire for him.

In one swift movement he has his body against mine, pushing me against the cold brick wall. As he kisses me I can feel his erection hard against me. His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, then descends to lick and suck and kiss my neck. I’m surprised to realise my breathing is heavy, that I am almost panting. I lift one leg and wrap it around the back of him, opening my warmth and grinding my pussy against his truly hard cock.

“Oh Will” I pant in his ear.

“Oh Laura” he murmurs between the kisses on my neck. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve always wanted you. Ever since we started working together.”

This completely sends me off the edge. I bring his lips back to mine, devouring him. I reach down and start rubbing his erection through his pants. I can hear him groaning through the kiss. His hands are on my breasts, rubbing, squeezing, and flicking his thumbs over my tingling nipples.

I can’t stand it. I pull the straps of my dress over my arms and pull down the top of my dress, exposing my rather large, soft tits and naked nipples to his administrations. He leans down and takes one into his mouth. He’s achingly good at teasing with his tongue, and when I least expected it, he takes my nipple between his teeth — a little nip that results in a stab of pleasure coursing through my body like electricity — ending at the opening of my soaking wet pussy.

I can’t wait any longer.

I undo his pants and release Will’s straining, rock hard cock. When I place my fingers around the shaft I can feel it throbbing. I look up into Will’s eyes. The uncontrolled desire in his face looks menacing and utterly predatory. It turns me on.

I quickly pull off my panties, wrap my leg around his hip and invite him in. I can feel his cock at my entrance. Then Will bends his knees and thrusts up, hard. His entire body weight pushes me against the wall, pushing until he reaches the end of me and still more. I cannot control the sound that comes out of my mouth. He picks up my other leg and wraps it too around his body. He holds me against the wall as he ravishes me. His fucking is hot, hard and heavy and completely erotic– a frantic accumulation of pleasure. As he thrusts harder and faster inside me I lose control of my thoughts, leaving only the senses. There is an amassing of intense pleasure inside my body and a sweet, overwhelming release as I quiver and shake and hold onto Will for dear life. His lasting groan as my inner muscles clench around him sends a tingle down my spine for no other reason than the reality of what had just happened between us.

“Should we go back, do you think?” I ask Will when I have caught my breath.

He pauses, and looks down at me with his head on an angle and his eyes smouldering.

“No. I’ve got a better idea.”

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