Heather Ch. 03

Heather Ch. 03

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All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 2…

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I had been dreaming of Heather as I went to sleep, wetting myself and the sheets too, as she haunted my sleeping as well as my waking. Then the real thing came along for the third time..

I got another message from my mother that Heather wanted to see me, after school this time on a Tuesday. I called by, and rang the bell, not really knowing whether the other times had been real or just some amazing fantasy.

Heather opened the door with her welcoming smile. She was wearing the same pale grey cardigan as the first time, buttoned up to her neck with a folded over collar. As ever my eyes were focused on her breasts, which looked somehow softer and more rounded than I’d remembered, but just as goegeous as before. This time she was wearing pale grey slacks, with dark shoes.

“Oh hello, Andrew, I’m glad you could come round.” She said, smiling with that twinkle in her eye. “Come on in, and I’ll shut the door.”

I followed her into the living room, where she sat down and beckoned me to as well. As she sat down there was a wonderful wobble in her breasts, as though she was not wearing a bra – but she must be, surely.

“I was just wondering how your new underpants were!” she said, raising her eyebrow meaningfully. “Have you been thinking about me since you came round here last weekend?”

I wondered how I could possibly forget. And it wasn’t a dream either.

“Well they fit OK,” I began, “… “and I keep thinking about what you did to me, it was all just so amazing.”

“Well, pet, I don’t have long this time, as Ken will be back in about an hour, but if you’d like to go up to the bedroom and strip down to your underpants, I’d like to have another look at you and I think it’s time for your next lesson!”

My heart was going crazy now, as I realised what she was saying.

“Go on, up you go!” she smiled, “And I want you stripped off to your underpants as soon as you can!”

I left in a daze, and went up to the bedroom, with its double bed, wardrobe and mirror. I undressed quickly, putting my clothes on the empty chair, and desperately worrying about Ken coming home – what would I possibly say if he saw me now? My cock didn’t seem to care, however, and was just expanding in anticipation when I heard Heather coming up the stairs.

“Coming to get you, ready or not!” she said, opening the door. “Ah, I’m glad to see you’re ready, pet.” she added, looking directly at my groin and the bulge in my pants. She came towards me, smiling.

“But before I attend to your hardon, I think you should learn to please me a little. It’s only fair, after all, isn’t Gaziantep Yabancı Escort it?”

I nodded, wondering whatever she had in mind.

“Well I feel all tight in my shoulders, so I’d like my massage boy to come and help ease my tensions – do you think you could do that?” and without waiting for an answer, she sat on the edge of the bed, with her hands reaching backwards to steady herself. Again there was that wonderful hint of a wobble in her breasts…

“So how do you want me to massage you?” I asked, looking down at her.

“Just come and stand in front of me, and put your hands on my shoulders, pet, then use your fingers to squeeze and relax my poor tired shoulder muscles.”

I stood in front of her, realising that she was looking straight at my underpants, and at my throbbing cock held tight inside them. Then I just leaned forward slightly and put my hands on her shoulders. It feld so magical to touch the soft grey wool, and feel her warm body beneath. I began to stroke over the wool, trying to squeeze her muscles as she’d asked.

“Mmmm…” she moaned gently, “that does feel good. Try moving up towards my neck too, as my muscles are very tight there.”

So I moved my hands inwards, delighting in the feel of her cardigan and her body beneath. I reached her neck and began squeezing and massaging her, feeling the hardness of her backbone and the softness of her shoulders and neck. My hands were under her collar now, the soft wool flopping aginst the back of my hands as I continued my learner’s massage.

She was smiling now, and gently rolling her head from side to side. She looked up at me.

“Ooooh you are very good at this, you could get me very nicely relaxed, you know. Have you massaged ladies before?”

“No!” I replied, “But I’m glad you like it – it just feels nice to stroke you.”

“Mmm, I can see that you like it!” Heather winked, looking down towards my groin. “Just keep massaging my shoulders for a little more – you’ve got to earn your treats now!”

Feeling myself blush a little, I continued stroking and massaging her neck, then moved along her shoulders, realising as my fingers stroked her body through the soft wool that there were no signs of any bra straps…

“Have you found my little secret, pet?” asked Heather, looking up at me. “Well as Ken’s going to want to have me as soon as he comes in, I thought I’d get ready early and leave my bra off. You can lower your hands down my front if you want… Look – I can’t move with my hands on the bed behind me.”

So thinking that all my Christmases had come at once, I lowered my hands from her shoulders, stroking over the soft wool of her cardigan, feeling the first swelling of her breasts then the fullness of each one as I cupped my hands underneath her soft wobbly flesh. God I was in heaven, looking at her, stroking her, seeing her smile up at me as I caressed her soft wool-covered breasts, and she simply sat there, letting me feel her.

“Mmmm… you’re very good at this too, my massage boy. I could get very carried away by your touching, you know. But do carry on a little more – I’ll be all the more ready for Ken later on!”

I wished she’d not keep reminding my of her husband’s return, but somehow feeling her breasts, watching her move gently, and seeing the soft wool roll gently over her body as I stroked her, meant that nothing else in the world mattered. I was getting really aroused now, and more ambitious as I found her nipples under the wool, and began to squeeze and rub them.

“Oh, Andrew, you are taking advantage of me now!” she smiled, “And I love it! I’m beginning to wish that Ken wasn’t due for a couple of hours! Those fingers of yours are just so good at relaxing me…”

I continued to feel the fullness of her breasts, each one much more than I could grasp in one hand, and the hardness of her nipples, now clearly visible pressing forwards under her stretched cardigan. It was so good just to go from the soft stroking of her breast to the tight squeezing on her nipple, and watch her face and body respond to my touch.

“But we can’t go on like this,” said Heather, reaching her hands forward and sitting more upright.

I kept my hands on her breasts as she put her hands on my thighs with that electric touch that she had.

“Time to get these tight pants off you, my boy!” she said in her pretend stern voice, and began tugging at the elastic waistband.

She just pulled them down, catching the front on my hardness, and angling it straight out towards her, before she eased her hand inside to gently pull me out. Her fingers were electric on my cock, warm and firm and just naturally easing me out of my pants as she carefully pulled them down.

Now I was standing in front of her, cock pushing forwards, as she began to run her fingers over my hips and towards my cock and balls. I was still stroking her breasts as she put one hand under my balls and the other gripped the base of my cock.

“Well, young man, now let’s see if I can help you get rid of all this excess!” and she began to move rhythmically up and down my shaft.

I was in heaven as she jerked me off so expertly, smiling up as she continued her practised movements up and down my cock. And all the time I was stroking her breasts though her cardigan – and she was just letting me feel the softness of her body as my panting came faster and faster.

I knew I couldn’t last long – I’d been too worked up looked at her and stroking her, but I didn’t want to splash all over her.

“But I’m about to cum!” I panted, “Where will it all go?”

Heather gave me her wonderful little smile and wink, looking straight into my eyes. “Just let it all come out, pet, wherever you like. You can cum all over my cardy if you like – it does need a wash anyway… so just let it out for me, there’s a good boy!”

And as she pumped me harder and harder, so I grabbed her breasts tighter, panting hard as I let out a long moan as I came. I saw the splashes come streaming out, over her cardigan between her breasts, some splashing on her buttons, and one spurt reaching up to her chin.

She squealed as the warm liquid splashed on her, increasing her speed of pumping to get it all out of me, and only slowing down when I had no more cum to spurt. I was still stroking her breasts, enjoying the wonderful feeling and capturing the memory for ever.

As I finished, she carefully grabbed the left sleeve of her cardigan with her right hands, and wiped it under my cock to clean off the last of the dribbles, leaving a wet smear over the wool.

She smiled again. “Well, Andrew, you really amaze me – such a lot of cum and such a lovely way of stroking me. Now I must go and change this cardy before Ken gets back, so I’ll just go into the bathroom, while you get yourself dressed again.”

And standing up, she went out, leaving me to put my clothes back, on, shaking slightly with the pleasure as my body returned from its climax.

I was just doing up my shoes as she came back into the bedroom, now wearing a white v-necked cardigan with her pale grey slacks. She held her grey cardigan in her left hand and was wiping my semen stains off with a tissue in her right. I could see from the way her body moved that she’d not put a bra on, and her nipples were still clearly sticking out proudly.

“Well I think this cardy’s as clean as I can get it for now – you were such a messy boy, weren’t you?” she scolded, still smiling. “But you’ve certainly got me in the mood for Ken – I know he will want to have sex with me as soon as he gets in, so your little cumming should make it much easier!”

She laid out the grey cardy on the bed, mopping up the last of the splashes from the front, then folding it neatly.

“OK, pet,” she said, “you were very good indeed. I think next time you’ll be ready for some more, won’t you?” and she looked across at me, smiling.

“Now, as a little reminder, I want you to take my grey cardy home with you – it’s still nice and warm. Then you can keep it next to you when you go to bed, and remind yourself of me!” She reached in a drawer and found a carrier bag, before carefully slipping the folded cardigan inside.

“You’ll have to hide it from your mum, but I’m sure you’ll manage that! I’ll see you in a few days, so bring my cardy back and I’ll check it for any more stains!”

And so my love affair with wool was started…

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Linda owed me. She kept having problems with her computer, and I kept bailing her out. It seemed that anytime a large deadline approached she had some catastrophic computer issue: data disappeared, hard-drives failed, applications ceased to function. Lucky for her these problems were all fixable, so every time she was sure she was sunk I was always able to save the day. After the fourth or fifth “save” she apparently began to feel quite indebted to me, asking each time what she could do to repay me. At first I brushed this off. Keeping all the computers in the building running was after all my job, so I told her it was no problem, happy to help out, etc. Of course secretly I was fantasizing of ways she could really pay me back!

Now Linda is a big girl — not just a girl who has gained a little weight since high school, but big. She makes for quite a sight coming down the halls because her ample bust appears around corners well before she does. Then everyone has to hug the wall to pass her because of her wide frame and the way her huge hips sway back and forth when she walks. To top off the package, she has a head of thick blond hair and wears a bit too much makeup. I found it quite surprising that I was fantasizing about her repaying me with sex because I’ve never been one to go for fat girls. I always had girlfriends on the thin or at least athletic side. Still, the more I helped her out with her computer, the more she asked how she could pay me back, and the more my mind wandered.

Once after a few months of helping her out of “computer jams” I even found myself imagining I was fucking Linda while I was in bed with my girlfriend. My girlfriend and I had just finished having some reasonably good sex, and I was spooned behind her when my mind began thinking about Linda – specifically her huge breasts and wide ass. I was quite surprised that with my slim attractive girlfriend lying naked next to me I was thinking about Linda, but the next thing I knew I was rock hard. It always takes me a while to get hard again after sex, but not this time! Soon I was sliding back into my girlfriend while imagining that I was fucking Linda, and in no time I blew a big second load in my girlfriend while envisioning myself driving into Linda’s giant rear.

In spite of this fantasy I figured it was all silliness. I was just doing my job when I helped her out – nothing I wouldn’t do for anyone else. Plus, I sure wasn’t going to come on to the fat girl in the office, and I figured she wasn’t brave enough to come on to me. That’s where I was wrong.

I got a call late one evening in the office. I was setting up a new server, and I thought I was the only one still there. It was Linda. She was still in the office, and as usual she had a major problem. I told her I’d be up as soon as I rebooted Gaziantep Fetiş Escort the new server. I knocked on her office door within about ten minutes. No answer, so I cracked open the door. It was dim since the only light on was a desk lamp and her glowing (although blank) laptop screen. She was sitting at the desk staring at the screen as if waiting for something to happen.

“What did ya do now?” I teased.

“Nothing! I was entering some new data into a spreadsheet and ‘poof’ it went blank.”

“That’s what they all say. Let me take a look,” I said crossing the room.

Linda slid her chair over to make some room for me to work. There was just enough room for me to stand next to her and reach the laptop well enough. I forced it to reboot into safe mode and while it booted I noticed she had on a shorter skirt than usual. I guess I hadn’t seen her all day because I surely would have noticed. The skirt would have been short enough when she stood, but sitting down at her desk the black material rode up past the middle of her thighs and boy these were some thighs! I looked back to the screen quickly, fearing that she would notice me gaping at her. I guess she must have because as I began trying to log her laptop onto the network she took on of my hands and placed it on her bare thigh.

I was speechless. I tried to continue logging in with one hand because I didn’t know what else to do. But with one hand resting on the largest and softest thigh I had ever felt I was having a difficult time. As I lamely tried typing with one hand, she took the hand and eased it up under the fabric of her skirt, pushing it deep into the fold between her massive thighs. I felt the warmth of her crotch and the warmth of my own blushing, as she moaned ever so slightly and wrapped her fingers around my forearm, holding me there in case I decided to withdraw my hand. I still trying to log her computer onto the network, mostly because I didn’t know what else to do, but also because I didn’t know what to say. Pretending to work allowed me to avoid looking at her or having to say anything. While still pretending to work, I wiggled my hand deeper between her thighs until I found her warm moist crotch. As I brushed my fingers across it she moaned much more obviously than before, and as I eased the material of her panties aside she actually gasped.

By now I was about ready to give up the pretense of working on her computer altogether. However, Linda beat me to that. While I touched her soaking wet pussy with my fingers she reached over with the hand that wasn’t holding my arm between her legs and grabbed the front of my trousers, squeezing my now throbbing cock hard in her pudgy hand.

“How’s that feel?” she asked. “Do you like it?”

Since I was still too dumbfounded to answer, she added quickly, “I guess you must like it. It’s throbbing in my hand.”

Giving up altogether on her laptop, I turned toward her. She smiled broadly up at me and moved her hand to the zipper of my slacks. I was bent over her a bit so that I could continue to finger her soaking wet slit. This was actually difficult to do because my arms are not real long, and I had to reach deep inside her thighs in order to keep touching her. Finally I had to remove my hand and stand up straight so that she could get my zipper down. She reached into my trousers and opened the fly of my boxers wrapping her thick fingers around my cock and easing it out. Still smiling up at me she wrapped her pudgy fingers around it (they barely made it all the way around) and bent to lick the tip gently.

As I moved closer to Linda she eased more of my cock into her mouth and leaned back a bit in her chair. This also allowed her to use her free hand to slide her skirt up over her large silk panties exposing her gorgeous fat upper thighs and the wet mound I had been fingering before. Linda cradled my balls with her hand and eased all of my cock deep into her wet mouth. At the same time her other hand moved her panties aside and she started to stroke herself, moaning deeply as she did. Her moans reverberated through my cock as I put my hands on the back of her head. I began rocking my hips back and forth, keeping pressure on her head, sliding my cock in and out across her lusciously soft lips and tongue into the opening of her throat where I could feel her deep moans vibrate through my cock and up through my spine.

Linda came quickly and violently. Her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt and my dick pumping in and out of her mouth. She eased her mouth off of my cock and leaned back in the chair, pushing me back against the desk in the process. Then she wiggled out of her panties and unwrapped the skirt from her waist, throwing it on the floor as well. She then pulled me firmly toward her. She obviously wanted me on top of her in the desk chair. I didn’t know if the chair could take the weight of both of us, but I lowered myself on top of her and eased my cock down into the slit between her giant thighs, keeping my feet on the floor to help hold my own weight. I pressed my cock between the folds of her thighs, now wet from her cum and my copious precum and began to slide it in out of her fatty legs. Each stroke brought me closer and closer to her wet slit. Finally the tip of my cock was just entering her with each stroke. Linda did her best to spread her legs for me but the chair just didn’t leave much room. Her large ass filled it entirely, rolls of butt and leg pressing into and over the arms of the office chair. I drove harder but couldn’t get much further into her. Still Linda moaned loudly each time the top of my cock entered her. I pounded even more rapidly against and her she came again, throwing here head back as I slapped against her fat thighs, a long low moan escaping her flabby throat.

Frustrated that I couldn’t get more deeply inside her (although Linda certainly didn’t seem to care) I stood upright again, leaning back against the desk panting. Linda immediately followed, sitting up straight in her chair and wrapping her pudgy hand back around my stiff dick. She guided me once again into her mouth, sucking me deeply into her throat. As my cock slid in and out of her fat face I began my own moans of ecstasy, rocking my hips back and forth in time with her fabulous sucking. When her mouth got tired Linda would go back to her hand, jacking me off fiercely with her plump fist and squeezing my balls with the other hand.

“I want you to cum, ” she said softly. “I want you to cum on me.”

Linda was unbuttoning her blouse now with her free hand as she continued stroking me with the other. As the blouse came open, she pulled her bra down freeing first one giant tit then the other. The pendulous breasts once freed hung to her waist. They swung in time with her arm and head movements, the giant dark nipples dragging across her knees as she alternated sucking me and stroking me with her hand.

As my moaning increased and it became clear I was about to cum, she began to stroke my cock more frantically, squeezing it tight in her fat fist, occasionally spitting on it for lubrication.

“Cum on me. Cum on my fat titties,” she said, pointing my cock at her chest and stroking furiously.

From deep inside I felt my cum rise. Thrusting my hips forward and letting out a giant moan, I blew a huge load of jizz all over her fabulous chest. Shivers shot up my entire spine, and I spasmed again and again as Linda continued stroking my cock, milking every last drop onto the creamy white mass of her cleavage. With her free hand she rubbed my hot load all over her massive tits until it practically disappeared, leaving a shiny wet film that reflected the light from the desk lamp.

“Mmmmm,” she cooed licking her fingers and smiling sweetly up at me.

After sweetly licking the last few drops from my softening dick, Linda gently kissed the tip of my cock, zipped me up, and patted my pants front.

“You done fixing my computer yet?” she asked with a wink.

“Whooo, I guess,” I said, as I turned around and logged her onto the network. “Yep, you’re all set.”

As I turned and walked awkwardly toward the door, Linda still sat in her leather desk chair. Her skirt and panties still lay on the floor, her fat thighs reflecting creamy white lovliness, and her massive breasts hanging out over the top of her bra covered in a thin film of my fresh cum.

“God, I thought. That is a beautiful woman! Glad she doesn’t know much about computers.”

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That evening Kip showered and rested on his bed with just a towel around his waist. He was sipping a large Laphroaig and flicking through a sailing magazine when, just after nine the phone Fatema had given him earlier rang. Kip stared at it nervously. Was this a honey trap? Would that be her brother, her father, a whole tribe of hairy-arsed locals seeking revenge?

‘Hello!’ said a sexy voice as soon as he keyed the response.

‘Hello,’ Kip replied with a croak, and for the second time that day his cock twitched to life.

‘Are you alone Kip?’

‘Yes, of course why?’

‘You don’t have a girlfriend with you?’

‘No, not today. It’s her night off,’ he joked.

‘You do have a girlfriend, don’t you, Kip? Ashia thinks is it Miss Nancy in the library.’

‘No! She’s too fat.’

‘You don’t like fat girls?’

‘No, I like thin, cute girls, with black hair, brown eyes and who bite their bottom lip.’

She laughed and they chatted for a while making small talk before she suddenly said,

‘My sister is getting married.’

‘Oh, ok, that’s nice,’ he said, thrown by the sudden change of tack. ‘Er, ok. How old is she?’

‘She older than me, Gaziantep Fetiş Escort she is my half-sister from my dad’s first wife, my aunt.’

‘How many wives does your dad have?’

‘Only two now because my older sister’s mum died, so now my mum is the first wife but my dad took another younger wife and she and my sister make me angry, they tease me.’

‘Who do? Why?’ I had started to lose the plot but Fatema pushed on with a childish hurt tone in her voice.

‘They tease me about sex; they talk about it all the time. My aunt is always telling my sister what she will need to do, you know, on her wedding night. It makes me so angry.’

Kip figured out what she really wanted to say was frustrated not angry.

‘They talk about, you know, fucking.’ She paused a second to allow the word to sink in.

‘Ok, Well, that’s normal really.’ Kip offered in a dry croaky voice, while wondering where this was heading.

‘And my aunt says she is sucking my dad every morning and my sister will need to do that to stop her husband wanting another wife.’

‘But sweetheart.’ Kip interrupted, playing along with her hurt little girl act and ignoring her rare grammar fault.

‘You’ll just have to wait until you get married too.’

‘But I don’t want to get married just yet, not for a few years. I want work in a bank, but I want to have sex now.’

‘You want to be… fucked?’

‘Yes, and suck cock. I want to suck your cock, Kip. The cock I saw today.’

‘I want you to suck me Fatema, and I’d love to be the first man to fuck you, my cock is hard now thinking about you.’

Kips cock was now a solid rod as he caressed the shaft listening to Fatema’s talk sex.

‘I’m touching it now, Fatema. I’m naked on my bed wanting you here.’

‘I’m naked too, Kip. I locked my bedroom door. Shall I will send you a photo?’

Moments later three grainy photos came through with each with a beep that made Kips heart race. The first showed her face and cleavage, Kip stroked his cock. The next was of her breasts, beautiful olive brown with small dark nipples, he rubbed a little firmer, and a third photo taken at a strange angle but clearly showing her legs apart, a single long labia lip peeking out of a lovely light brown pussy mound, Kip shot his load all over his towel.

‘I’ve just cum looking at your photos Fatema.’

‘Really, I made you do that?’

‘Yes, of course. You’re so beautiful, so sexy. Tell me kitten, do you play with your pussy?’

‘Yes, but only in the shower because I get so wet and I don’t want the maid to see sheet stains and gossip to my family.’

‘Play with your pussy now Fatema. Can you make yourself cum?’

She said her couldn’t but she wanted to cum soon with his help over the phone.

Over the next few weeks they chatted most nights and always ended with him coming all over his belly and her having to take another shower. She did everything but slide her fingers deep inside her, not daring to break her hymen and leave blood on the sheets. She explored her clit as Kip revealed the things he wants to do to her, where he would touch her, where he would put his mouth and tongue. At her request he half-filled a small film canister with cum and then the next day gave it to her in school. She immediately took it into the ladies and tasted it with her finger. That evening she smeared it over her breasts and as they made love over the phone he brought her to her first full climax as she rapidly rubbed one wet palm against her pussy lips and clit while sucking on the cum soaked fingers of her other hand.

Kip thought that would be all. Fatema had other plans.

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It was a crazy plan, but Kate knew she had made a big mistake and didn’t have any better idea of how to fix it. She had gotten to the desperate stage, and desperation can make people do strange things.

She and Nona had grown up together as best friends. They weren’t members of the cool cliques in middle school or early high school, and that’s what really cemented their relationship, spending countless weekend nights commiserating, alone with each other. Late bloomers, each had been maid-of-honor in the other’s wedding, and since they lived an hour apart, they talked incessantly on the phone.

Their husbands knew each other from having both gone to the same high school and were members of the same track team. They got along well, but nowhere near as close as Kate and Nona. Ross was kind of a geek, worked hard in school and seemed destined for some measure of future success in the world. Tony was a real good athlete, and he could get by in any group. Plus, he had natural good looks and an aura about him that attracted even the prettiest girls. Nona was just the one who thought she had succeeded in taming him.

Nona and Tony started dating as juniors in high school, and by the middle of their senior year, they were pretty much a steady couple. They set up Kate and Ross on a blind date, and it went well enough that the two couples doubled for their senior prom. Nona and Tony got married late that summer, and their first daughter was born less than six months later. Tony got a job as a travelling salesman for a big forklift and industrial equipment firm and made enough money to support his family quite nicely while Nona stayed home with their daughter. Soon enough, a second daughter came along, keeping her more than a little busy.

Ross and Kate went to different colleges, but close enough that they could see each other often enough. They dated off-and-on for almost six years before finally tying the knot a year after graduating.

After more than a decade together, Nona and Tony’s marriage finally succumbed to the inevitable friction that seems to prevail these days. Nona’s version was that he was never home, she was sure he was cheating on her, didn’t help with household chores or raising the kids, etc., etc., etc. Tony just didn’t like how they had become too domesticated; even though they could afford the occasional babysitter, they never went out or had any fun anymore.

Kate worked in the same building as Tony, so when he was in town, she got to listen to both sides. Even though Nona was her best friend, Kate came up with the line that there are three sides to every story – his, hers, and the truth. Tony moved out and Nona was left at home with their two daughters. Tony’s salary wasn’t big enough to support two households, so everybody suffered.

Ross and Kate had their problems too. It wasn’t a storybook relationship, but they got along well enough and seemed to have worked out a pattern acceptable to both. He worked for a Japanese company, putting in long hours, and then there were the occasional dinners with visiting engineers and other company officials. He seemed almost proud when he claimed that he worked just as many hours as his Japanese cohorts, and certainly more than any “gaijin” American in the office. When he was home, Kate often found him tired, sullen and aloof, and their sex life drifted into a dull sameness that particularly irked Kate.

She thought Ross was a good enough lover – he always made sure that she had at least one orgasm. But he liked it slow and gentle, every time – in their bed, lights off, shades pulled, not too loud, with lots of privacy.

Kate certainly wasn’t a swinger by any means, but she would certainly have liked to liven things up a bit, and more often too. She had a nice body and knew it, and she didn’t mind showing it off. She was more than comfortable with hot tub nudity and was the first to go skinny-dipping on hot summer nights. As far as “doing the deed”, she’d have loved to do it at least sometimes with the lights on, in different positions, different places, outdoors, maybe even someplace with the thrill of potentially getting caught. The idea of having somebody watching had crossed her mind more than once. But with Ross, it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.

About the only thing she definitely wouldn’t do was anal sex. For some reason even she couldn’t explain, that was off limits. Anything else to instill more passion and excitement in their sex life would have been great. But to her, Ross seemed stuck in low gear.

She wasn’t actively looking for a different lover, but the thought had occasionally crossed her mind. “What would I do if the opportunity presented itself? What would I do if I could be sure that I could get away with it? Would I go through with it? What would it be like?”

Not quite a year after Nona and Tony separated, Kate ran into him after work one afternoon at a local bar/restaurant. Even though he was getting divorced from her best friend, she still found Tony very attractive. Their relationship had always had a flirty side to it, and Kate had had enough to Gaziantep Grup Escort drink that she was in that kind of mood. One thing led to the other, and under the pretense of diagnosing their malfunctioning lawn tractor, Kate invited Tony back to her house. Ross had already said that he was going to be working late, taking a visiting Japanese engineer to some sushi restaurant and wouldn’t be home until almost midnight.

Tony had always liked how Kate looked, how she liked to dress to show off her big breasts and slim legs. It might not have been what she originally intended, but he certainly was going to press the issue if he could get away with it.

He started by cornering her in her kitchen and kissing her hard, so she couldn’t resist – not that she would at that point. Between a business trip to Japan and her period, it had been weeks since Ross had touched at her, and Kate welcomed Tony’s attention. At first, she just thought it was more of their harmless flirting, the kind of attention that can’t really be a problem. But the more he kissed her and brushed his hands against her, the more she began to think that maybe, just this once, she’d like to do something on the dangerous side.

She started kissing back, and when he put his hand under her shirt, she even started unbuttoning it to make it easier for him to get at her.

He undid the clasp of her bra and watched her full breasts fall out into his hands. They were even bigger and more beautiful than he had imagined over all these years. He kissed her, working his way down her neck and licking her nipples, enjoying seeing them get bigger and erect.

She loved his expression as he looked over her body, and she felt herself really getting aroused at the touch of his hands. Kate liked the fact that he was obviously thrilled touching her like this. She pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his pants, and slid her hands into his briefs and felt his cock growing as she just held her hand around him. She didn’t even have to massage it; she could feel him get bigger by the second.

With most of their clothes on the kitchen floor, and wearing only her panties, she led him by the hand upstairs. Immediately, she took off that last article of clothing and now completely naked, she lay back down on the bed. She liked how he paused and looked her over with lusty awe in his eyes as she lay there well illuminated in the early evening sunshine streaming in through the windows.

He stripped off the rest of his clothes, pulled a condom out of his wallet and expertly pulled it on his fully erect penis and climbed on top of her. Propping himself up on one arm, he took his stiff cock in the other, rubbing her wet pussy and sliding it across her clitoris until she was begging for him to fuck her.

He slid his cock inside her, and she gasped with pleasure. She thrust her hips into his, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him as deep into her as she could bear. She gyrated her pelvis, rubbing her clitoris against the shaft of his cock until she could feel the rising crescendo reach an unstoppable point deep within her. She came hard. Long and hard. She was still twitching with pleasure when Tony finally came, gasping and grunting on top of her.

She thought to herself, “He obviously isn’t much into foreplay, but that felt really good.”

Just as they were catching their breath, she heard the garage door start to go up. Kate screamed, knowing it had to be Ross, and wondering what the hell he was doing home so early. It wasn’t even seven o’clock and he wasn’t supposed to be home for another four hours, three at the least. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Panicking, she jumped out of bed, threw Tony’s clothes at him, telling him, “Get dressed and get out of here fast.”

But it was too late. Ross came in from the garage, heard the commotion upstairs and saw the clothes on the kitchen floor. Being a relatively smart guy, he put two and two together, and the answer was not what he wanted. The hurt in his voice was more than apparent when he yelled up the stairs, “What the fuck’s going on here?”

By the time Kate came downstairs wrapped in her robe, Ross was sitting at the kitchen table, his head buried in his hands. Ross didn’t even look up when Tony slinked by, grabbed the rest of his clothes from the kitchen floor and all but ran out the door to the garage.

She knew there was no chance of bullshitting her way out of this one. She started by saying, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Pausing, and doubting whether he’d believe her anyway, she added, “I promise it’s never happened before, I swear to God. And I swear it will never happen again. I swear.”

It would have been better if he just blew up at her right now, letting his anger vent immediately, getting the venom out of him tonight. But he didn’t. He just sat there, a disturbingly numb expression on his face. She sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for him to say something, anything at all. When he did occasionally glance up at her, all she saw was the look of betrayal on his face. He’d put his face back in his hands for minutes at a time and then look at her again with that same betrayed expression. She started to cry. All she could say is, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” She reached to touch his arm, and he jerked it away from her reach. He got up slowly and walked upstairs, saying nothing.

She called upstairs after him, “Don’t you think we should at least talk?”

He came back downstairs with some clothes and his toothbrush and just walked out the door. Two hours later, Kate got a text from Betty, the wife of one of Ross’ best friends to let her know that Ross was at their house. The text went on to ask if she needed to talk to anyone.

Kate just replied, “Yes, I just need to talk to Ross.”

Ten minutes later, Betty texted back the answer, “He says no. What can I do to help?”

“Nothing,” she thought. She knew that she had screwed up everything. She lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling for hours. She slept fitfully, and woke up at every noise, hoping it was Ross coming back home.

At one point in the night, she had a dream, actually more of a nightmare. It was very vivid – Ross was having sex with her, but somehow, it started to turn violent. It seemed like she was tied up and couldn’t move, totally helpless. She could only submit to him completely and let him do whatever he wanted to do to her.

Her clothes were being ripped off of her body, and she knew she was going to get fucked. She was on her stomach, tied up or paralyzed, she couldn’t really tell which. She remembered him entering her from behind. At first, it wasn’t bad, kind of kinky being tied up like that and being totally subservient. But quickly, Ross was getting mean, trying to hurt her by ramming his cock into her so hard it hurt. She started to squirm to get away, then she started to cry, but he didn’t seem to care. She couldn’t resist; she tried to wiggle free but it didn’t help. He just kept hurting her. She was being raped by her own husband. It was more and more painful and she was crying harder and harder. But that only made him angrier, and he kept hurting her more and more.

Finally, he pulled out of her cunt, and she could feel him probing towards her butt with his dick. She suddenly realized he was going to try to fuck her in the ass. He was going to do to her the only thing she would never let him do with her. He was going from merely hurting her to degrading her.

As he started to enter her, all she could think was, “No, please. Not that.” But she couldn’t stop him. It hurt. She didn’t want this. He pushed his hard cock further into her ass as she screamed, “Please don’t. NO!”

That’s when she woke up.

Thank God it was just a bad dream. But as she lay back on the sofa, sobbing and gasping, she remembered everything that had actually happened in the last twelve hours, and that only made her cry even more.

The sun finally came up and there were no answers, and no Ross. She prayed that she could somehow make things right.

It was Friday, but she wasn’t thankful for it. Work was horrible, she couldn’t focus, and she was so tired that she caught herself drifting off a number of times. She called his cell phone, sent a dozen text messages, but no reply. Her mind wasn’t exactly racing; it was more like she was spinning her wheels and getting nowhere. She drove home, hoping he would show up at his regular arrival time. But the hours drifted on, and still no sign of him.

She called Beth and found out that he had stopped by briefly an hour or so before and talked to her husband, who was apparently sworn to secrecy. Ross had left again without saying where he was going or what he was going to do. Where could he have gone? Another friend’s house?

Then it occurred to her – he went to their cottage up north. Technically, it was his family’s place, but it was definitely the answer. Why didn’t it occur to her before? He had clothes, supplies and it was kind of like his fortress, his home base, his sanctuary. She dialed the number, but of course, he would still be on the road, and he probably wouldn’t pick up anyway. When she got the answering machine, she just hung up. She got in her car and started to drive north.

She worked on her speech for four hours, the whole way there, debating whether to put some of the blame on his shoulders. After all, if he had been a little more attentive, if he had been a bit more exciting, this whole mess might not have happened. But having been caught “in flagrant delecto,” she prudently decided to accept all the blame. At least for now. There would be time later to have him work on his side of the problem.

As she rolled into the gravel driveway, she could see lights on in the house ahead, and sure enough, there was his car.

She parked and walked up the steps to the deck. She got cold feet. The speech running through her head suddenly sounded trite and rehearsed. What would he say? Could she stand it if he rejected her and asked for a divorce? No, that’s not what she wanted. Her life wasn’t perfect, but she had to admit, it was pretty darn good, especially compared to most of her friends.

So she walked in, looked all through the house, but there was nobody there. She looked outside, nobody in the hot tub, and the boat was in the hoist. Then she saw him, sitting at the end of the dock, his favorite place in the whole world. He could spend hours alone out there, sitting by himself, just looking out at the still water, listening to nothing but an occasional boat across the big lake.

But she didn’t have the guts to walk out there and confront him. No way could she walk into his place of serenity at this point. She decided to wait until he came back inside.

Kate went back into the great room and lay down on the sofa. She lay back, remembering all the days she and Ross had spent in this house. Vacation houses are special. Sure, there are responsibilities, especially for the host and hostess. But largely, the days are idyllic, and she worried that she might have caused hers to come to an end.

She was exhausted and it was easy to fall asleep. She woke up with a start when he slid open the door and said, “What the fuck are you doing here?” Her only response was to start crying. His voice dripping with anger, he said, “That’s not fair, you’re not the one who’s hurt. You don’t see me crying.”

She begged him to forgive her. She tried her speech, but even after the hours of practice, it fell apart in shambles, just like her life was doing.

He finally sat down on the love seat and got that hurt, betrayed look in his eyes again. She crept over to him, crawling along the floor on all fours, and slid up his legs, even though he was trying to pull away. She said, “I need you. I need you in my life, I need you to keep me in yours. I want us to stay together and I’ll do anything – anything – to keep it that way.”

Her hands were on his legs, and she was looking up at him. She slid her hands over his crotch and he pushed her away. She grabbed for his belt, saying, “Please let me make it up to you, right here, right now.” Her hands massaged his thighs and she could tell that his resistance was starting to falter. She buried her head in his lap, and held it there. Through his pants, she could feel his cock starting to get hard. Tonight, she was willing to do anything to get him back.

She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, and his swelling cock fell out into her waiting hands. She looked it over, inches from her face, marveling at the details she had never perceived before this moment. She kissed and caressed it, licked it and massaged it until it was as big and hard as she knew it could be. She studied the curve and smooth shape of the tip, the wrinkled skin on the top part of the shaft, and its smoothness down the rest of its length. She twirled her fingers through his pubic hair, and she could feel the wetness begin to well up between her thighs.

She stood up and slowly undressed directly in front of him, watching his eyes look over every inch of her skin as it was being exposed. His attention was particularly focused on her breasts as they spilled out of her bra. She knew he had always been fascinated with her tits. And why not? They were magnificent, large but not saggy, perfectly shaped, with small, but nicely defined areolas. She fingered her nipples to make them stand up, hoping he would soon be sucking, licking and kissing them. His face had lost that hurt look, changing to more of a confused gape. She was worried because there wasn’t the lust she usually saw in his eyes.

She slid her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them, finally completely naked. Even in the harsh, bright lighting, she knew she looked good. Any man would want her. She could only hope her husband still did.

She slid her fingers between her thighs and started slowly stroking her clitoris. She knew Ross liked to see her do this to herself, so she put on a show for him. After only a few seconds, her touch caused her knees to buckle slightly as she became more and more aroused.

Finally, she moved towards him and began to straddle him. But he pushed her away and said, “I can’t. I don’t want to have my cock inside you. Not after somebody else has.” That hurt look returned to his face, and he avoided making eye contact with her.

He started to get up from the sofa, but she held him down. She immediately fell to her knees, grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth, moving her head up and down, rolling her tongue over the tip and around the shaft, taking him in as deep as she could. He wasn’t going anywhere now. He arched his back and pulled her head down on his groin, and she had to fight to keep from gagging because of the depth of his penetration.

Kate did not really like giving full-fledged blowjobs. Ross knew it too. She had no trouble sucking on his cock, but it had been more than a couple of years since she had let him come in her mouth. Tonight, she was willing to do it, so she kept sliding his penis in and out of her mouth, concentrating on stimulating him with her tongue and lips. When he started to thrust his hips, she knew he was getting close to coming. She paused, looked up at him and said, “I want you to come in my mouth” and she went back to work, sucking his cock, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. She was pretty sure she had him now.

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My First Pussy

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I was very nervous as I drove to town, Bruce had emailed me with the itinerary for this day we have been planning, it was a bit overwhelming to say the least. Lunch, shopping, and spa before checking into our downtown hotel for the night.

I fidgeted and fretted all morning, dressing, picking out stuff to wear, what to take. I was intent on showing him the very erotic side of me so I finally picked a crisp white blouse matched to a short black skirt and a black satin jacket that showed my best assets. It was tailored and cut just to the waist with open lapels and one button down nice and low. I had on a chunky costume pearl necklace that followed the curve of my cleavage matched with a nice wide loose bangle of the same pearls.

I felt sexy and was swollen and just a little wet thinking of how this would all unfold. My lace thong was nice and tight against my pussy teasing me as I drove. I had decided to leave my legs naked, and was wearing the stilettos that he had sent me for our first little tryst a few months before. He was waiting for me as I pulled to his restaurant pick.

He was wearing a very nice suit of dark blue; it really looked great with his silver hair. It was so nice to see him again. The smile on his face as I pulled myself up onto my heels was so inviting, and generous. I peeked his cheek as I didn’t want to ruin my lips just yet, I fully planned on staining his cock with my red lipstick later.

Lunch was fantastic, talking, teasing and caressing as we carefully ate slowly to make the day last. I knew he had to duck back to work after he got me to my spa appointment but first was a little shopping trip.

We took a taxi to a very nice old home in the inner city, I must have looked dubious as we pulled up the address but his confident hand pulled me out of the taxi and we headed up a large staircase and into the foyer of this fantastic house.

A very gorgeous women dressed in the tightest golden corset met us there, gave Bruce a passionate kiss on the lips. She seductively looked me over and smiled to Bruce then took my arm and showed me around the racks of lingerie.

Our heels clicked on the marble floors, I was in heaven as Stephanie showed me satin, silk, leather, vinyl in every garment imaginable. She had a special room of her own designs, all corsets that were fantastic. There were shelves lined with shoes and racks of hose. Tight fitting skirts and blouses rounded out the clothing end of her store.

The sex toys drove me mad trying to pick, Stephanie patiently explained all the best things about a great dildo or vibrator, Bruce just sat and took it all in, I was free to pick whatever I wanted, Stephanie first picked out a black satin corset and helped me fit it to my body in her sitting room.

The room was spacious and pretty, she smoothed the garment around my naked torso lingering on my breasts fitting them into the cups with a very delicate Gaziantep Grup Escort and erotic touch, my nipples exploded against the fabric, she smiled and kissed my cheek. The corset matched my skirt perfectly. She took me by the arm and I was then paraded before Bruce. He clapped his approval and we put it on the tab.

Next came hose and shoes, garters, bras and thongs, Stephanie picked out a gorgeous satin robe for me that matched the corset perfectly. I was completely unsure when she took me to the vibrators. I left it to her to pick so she got me her favorites. One very nice thick long vibrating cock as well as a small g-spot vibe was added to my growing pile. Bruce paid up and left me there with Stephanie as he had to run back to the office.

This was my spa date as well so I was to be here for the rest of the afternoon. Stephanie explained I would be able to have what ever I desired, cocking a wicked smile my direction. I asked for a massage, manicure, waxing and make-up. I was shown to a glamorous room on the second floor of the big house amongst the bustle and hum of estheticians and masseuses. Stephanie showed me the closets were I could arrange my things; a small woman arrived with a floor length satin robe for me to change into. Stephanie put my new purchases on the table and helped me out of my corset and skirt and wrapping me in a flowing robe of shimmering satin. She hugged me and said that I should take a few minutes to settle before my massage.

I reclined and sipped green tea closed my eyes and dreamed of Bruce kissing me and taking me to my erotic heaven. Shortly I was summoned and off for a great massage with lavish oils and soft lights and music to fall into a deep relaxing state. The small women’s soft warm hands caressed all my curves working oil into my naked frame. She took time on my tight shoulders and stroked me with loving caresses while the music softly dropped my inhibitions as the massage continued.

I began to wish that her mouth would graze my nipples or drop to my clit. I closed my eyes tightly as she rolled me onto my back and began to massage around my breasts, caressing my chest with warm oil. Her nails dragged across the tops of my breasts producing the most provocative feelings. She worked her way down my tummy and slid her slick hands down my thighs, her breasts fell against mine as she pushed her strong grip down to my knees and back to my pussy. Her breasts continued to press against me and my nipples were tall and erect as she worked my upper thighs.

She was warm and soft and her body against mine made my pussy fall open. Her satin camisole showed her erect nipples plainly as she moved down my legs working my ankles and pressing into the soles of my feet. I rose to my elbows and looked her straight in the eyes; she held my piercing look and ran both of her hands up my legs to my knees with the most gracious smile on her face. She very slowly began to open my legs my desire to feel a tongue on my cunt overcame my fright of having a women please me so I slid my fingers down my oiled stomach to pry open my swollen lips.

She stripped her body as I massaged my oiled pussy and when I opened my eyes she was straddling me pulling on my horny nipples. I stroked her silky legs and enjoyed the sensations racing to my clit at her ministrations to my tits. Her wet cunt was sliding on my thigh as she slowly moved down my body stroking her clit down my oiled leg as she descended to my swollen pussy.

Finally her hot mouth sucked in my hard clit and her firm grip was on my ass as she dove into my slick slit. I fell back flat on my back and lifted my oiled legs into the air and opened them to her eager tongue, she took me to the edge of orgasm in seconds her sharp tongue darted all over my erect clit and swollen lips.

She backed off and came to my mouth and inhaled my eager tongue as her fingers probed my pulsing pussy, my juices flowed as she worked my depths with her fingers stroking deep into my g-spot while her tongue searches my wet mouth.

I shuddered as she races her lips to drink in my flowing orgasm that is erupting from my swollen pussy. She licked and kissed me back to earth as her strong fingers stroked my tummy she took my face in her hands and kissed me passionately staring deep into my eyes our smiles spoke volumes about what we had experienced together.

I tenderly kissed her back as she stood me up and wrapped me in my satin robe. We took our time as she escorted me back to my room.

Stephanie greeted us at my door and smiled, knowing she took my hand and excused the masseuse. We held onto each others hands as the small elegant masseuse slowly wandered off down the hall with her erect nipples being teased by her satin camisole. I smiled to myself, I had turned her on to my body, Stephanie guided me into the room and settled me onto the settee.

I was so fucking horny that I settled back into the cushions and let the robe fall from my breasts and hips. My fingers traveled down my oiled body stroking my breasts and swirling my nipples as I enjoyed the sensations racing to my moist pussy. I finally dove into my hot cunt with my long fingers and fucked my pussy lifting one leg high into the air as I pulled a small orgasm from my body.

She stood watching my lust and held my foot in her hand as the orgasm flooded my fingers. She coached me through this little scene as I screamed out fucking my cunt hard and fast. She bent to my ear kissing my lobe as my quivering body slowed to normal. She told me how incredible I was and that one day she would make love to my pussy and would love to taste my orgasm, her hot breath on my neck made my nipples rigid.

She had to get me ready for next technician; she blindfolded me and stripped the satin robe from my arms as I lay back into the settee I heard the door open. Stephanie spoke quietly to my esthetician and I heard her hung and kiss whoever it was then the door closed.

I was breathing hard and very aroused as warm wax flooded my naked thighs. It was applied and removed by expert hands. I tried for some conversation but was getting nowhere. Strong masculine hands pulled my wrists and I was bound to the settee, he kissed my neck and somehow he felt familiar somehow. I gasped as he opened my legs, my ankle was rested on the back of the settee and I just dropped the other to the floor.

Soft smooth hot bubbly cream was spread over my swollen pussy with a soft brush, he intentionally pressed the brush against my hanging clit and swirled it around making my breathing increase and my legs spread just a little farther apart. I was under his spell as he slid the sharp razor over my curving cunt. Reapplying the warm soft cream felt so exquisite before he carefully shaved me squeaky clean from my navel to my ass.

He finally untied my hands, I dove to the clean slippery surface exploring the new sensations my bald cunt sent through my loins. Hot oil began to fall onto my fingers as I explored the smooth textures of my groin. I massaged the oil into my folds exploring my pussy. I was close to having another orgasm when the mask was removed to reveal Bruce dripping oil over his hard cock inches from my mouth.

He slowly stroked his big cock right against my shiny lips as I fucked my aching pussy wishing he would slide that gorgeous cock deep into my pussy. He had other ideas though, he wanted to make sure that my pussy was done right and would have to inspect it with his tongue. I opened my legs to him and held his firm face between my hands directing him right to my hanging clit.

He took it forcefully into his mouth sucking it and slurping up my cum, I cried out as he worked up and down my slit with the hard tip of his tongue spreading the oil up and down my pussy. I was thrashing on the settee as he worked his magic on my aching cunt, cum slowly releasing into his mouth as I flowed from the constant teasing that I was enduring.

He stood and slammed his hard cock deep into my slippery wet pussy. I cam hard as he hit the back of my cunt with his bulging purple head my juices flooded his gorgeous cock. He was ready as well, he held out his soaked cock, I grabbed at him and pushed the big head into my mouth and pulled his orgasm from his body. He pressed himself into me as the flexing orgasm pumped my mouth full of cum. I let the cum fall from my slippery lips and hit my expectant tits, the warm fluid slid down my oiled body as he cried out pumping more of his pleasure onto me.

I slid my fingers through his cum and spread it over my erect nipples, teasing me, while he kissed me passionately as we both slid back from erotic heaven. We held each other looking deep into each others eyes. I smiled and escorted Bruce to a small bed in the corner of the room. We fell into a happy nap entwined into each other bodies carefree and dreaming of the night to come.

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Haley’s Foot Empire Ch. 02

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Connor lifted the phone from his desk and looked at the unknown number. Opening the message, his stomach does a somersault and his heart practically skips a beat.

‘My feet are waiting’ is what the screen says. It could of course only be one person.

‘How did you get my number?’ he quickly replies. ‘And what exactly are you expecting?’

‘Less question, more action.’ Then soon after, ‘Or you know what the consequences will be’ He stared at this message for a moment and let out a deep sigh. The next message included an address, and it finally hit him that he couldn’t just ignore the threat. Connor headed for his car.

The address led him to one of the most affluent neighborhoods in the city, the roads lined with houses of a size nobody could truly ever need. He followed the road up a hill to the end of a cul-de-sac, and looked up at the monstrosity of a home that must belong to Haley. He parked his car on the street two houses away, and walked up to the wrought iron gate that stood at the end of the driveway. He pressed the intercom button and waited for Haley’s voice to crackle out of the box: “Front door, up the steps and make a u-turn to the right,” was all she said. The gates swung open intimidatingly.

Connor proceeded to the front door, still marveling at the size of the house and wondered what Haley’s parents must do for a living. It was equally as lavish inside, with enough posh excess in decoration to stack up to any home in the Hamptons. The door opened to a grand double staircase foyer, elaborate tile patterns on the floor, and art, plants, and instruments visible among the furniture in the rooms to either side. He quietly padded up the right staircase and turned to the right as instructed, seeing a door open a crack with music heard from within. The boy slowly approached and knocked gently, the door swinging open a bit as he did.

“Ahh, there he is,” he heard from a mouth out of sight. The room had a large canopy-style bed extending from the wall to the left, with a door just to the left of that. A large TV hung across from the bed, with a small table beneath. Two windows on the wall opposite the door shone light in, with a tall hutch between them. Straight ahead and to the right, past the TV was part of the room that jutted out further right, but he could not see around the corner until he approached. When he did, he found a desk against the far wall, with a third window above it, this one offering a view over the entire neighborhood. The alcove was lined with bookcases built into the walls, and Haley sat comfortably in the center, seated in a luxurious office chair. She wore a loose fitting grey cotton sweatshirt cut in the way that made it hang from one shoulder, with three quarter sleeves and yoga pants. Her brown hair was in a bun and her face as stunningly sculpted as ever.

She turned toward him, “It’s about time.”

“Sorry, first time in this neighborhood,” he offered.

“Well I promise it won’t be your last,” she said with a malicious smile. “Now I believe you have a job to do, little slave boy.”

This last part felt like a stab to Connor’s chest, but he held back a wince and stood still, not knowing how he’d be completing the unavoidable reason he was there. “How… how am I to serve you?” he stammered, incredibly nervous already

“Well you simply have to crawl under my desk and do a lot more of what you got a taste for at the track. If you’re a good boy, you may be rewarded and if not, well let’s just say it’ll either be your head or your reputation that’s hurting.”

“Okay” Connor muttered, approaching slowly.

“That’s another thing,” Haley said confidently as he got down on all fours and began to clamber down to the position. “You’ll be calling me mistress, goddess, really any term that captures how pitiful you are compared to me.”

“Fine,” Connor again murmured, but when an angry look from Haley was shot in his direction, he quickly added, “mistress. I will do so, mistress.”

As he crawled under, Connor was instructed to lay on his back, and Haley’s chair was designed in such a way that the wheeled base slid over his body, holding him in place. He finally took notice of what Haley’s footwear, a pair of furry boots that looked like they would be worn almost exclusively around the house, not out and about. He could already smell them.

Haley waved them in front of his face, flexing her ankles back and forth. The bottoms had shorter fur, but smelled much stronger now that they dangled above him. They suddenly dropped and rested on his face, closing off his sight and smell of the outside world. The odor was different from what he remembered at the track, less skunky and more like an aged cheese. He did nothing but continue to breathe as best he could and strands of fur tickled the inside of his nose on each inhale. He heard a voice from above as the feet began to life one at a time and pat back down against his skin in an alternating right/left pattern.

“How Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort do they smell, servant boy?”

“Like you filled them with cheese and left them in the sun for a week.”

“Really, you think these are that bad? I thought I’ve been pretty mild in building this scent.” The feet continued to pat up and down, giving Connor slight whiffs of fresh air that served only to make the boots worse in comparison. “I went to the clubs last night with my girls and we danced our asses off until about 2 AM. High heels aren’t easy on a dancing girl’s feet, and mine were pretty tired and sweaty by the end. I came home and put on one of my favorite pairs of warm, thick, fuzzy socks and then pulled on these boots for good measure before going to bed. So you really only have one night’s worth of stink to deal with today.” She switched to rubbing both boots against his face, left and right alternating forward and back. “You may remove the boots now.”

Connor furrowed his brow at the thought, but slowly reached up and took hold of the left boot, pulling but having difficulty as his fingers slipped across the fur. Managing to get his fingers around the upper edge and pulling, the smell magnified tenfold as Haley’s sock was revealed and the boot’s pent-up stink was released. Before he could even get a look at it, the sock raised and pushed the boot in his hand against his face, his nose deep into the opening. Connor’s eyes began to water and he tried to hold his breath to avoid the fumes, but it was a fight he was bound to lose. When he thought he couldn’t hold it for another second, the boot was mercilessly pushed away. In a moment of joy, he inhaled through his nose an mouth as hard as he could, but the relief was not what he hoped. By the time his lungs began to fill, both mouth and nose were covered by the thick sock, and all he got was more of the heavy odor straight to his nostrils. Connor gagged a bit, and coughed a few times, then heard Haley’s laughter from above.

“Mmm don’t you just love that smell?” she taunted, wiggling the toes against his nose. The socks were striped with tan, cream, and pomegranate red colors, and were quite thick and fuzzy as she had said.

“It’s very strong mistress,” Connor replied as the sock lifted and he was able to speak.

“Well you’re only half way to completing the command,” she teased, a pleased smile crossing her face.

Connor reached for the other boot and prepared himself for another stink bomb to be dropped on his face. Direct hit. Again a wave of scent washed over his face, and heavy was really the best word he could use to describe it. With the boots away, Haley rubbed her socks against his face faster than before, but stopped after only a few moments and looked down.

“You may begin to pamper me now, starting with a nice massage,” she instructed, matter of factly. Connor actually had a bit of experience with this, an ex of his worked part time at a nail salon and had half-jokingly taught him the finer points of an effective foot massage. He took the left foot in hand and began at the ball of the foot, pressing his thumbs in and moving them in rhythmic circles across the area. “Ooooh, not your first rodeo?” Haley asked from above, her attention partly turned to her computer on the desk.

“I suppose not, mistress.” He continued to press circles into the ball of the foot before moving to long, straight-line patterns down the sole and arch. He resumed the circles at the heel before moving to the toes and rubbing each one through the thick sock. At times he could hear Haley let out low sounds of pleasure, not moans but “mmmm” was common as he worked his fingers against the fuzzy fabric. In time, he continued to the other foot, giving it the same attention and trying to remember the deep tissue and pressure point methods that he had been taught.

Without notice, the socked feet extended from his hands and reached again for his face, massaging it for a moment as Haley laughed and asked “How do they feel?”

“Like a pair of stinking socks on my face,” was all she heard in reply. This wasn’t what she wanted to hear, and knew an attitude shift was necessary if this were to work out. She changed her strategy, resting them with Connor’s entire face covered, his nose stuck squarely between the soles. Minutes passed and Connor’s mood began to change. He felt imprisoned, like his entire consciousness was pent up between these feet. Haley didn’t say a word and didn’t move the socks. Connor could breathe, but only the stench that surrounded him filled his nose and lungs. As he lay there, anxiety began to build. What had he gotten himself into? Did this girl really have the kind of leverage she claimed over him? How long would he be here today, and how often would be asked to come back? All these questions swirled in his head and seemed to multiply as the minutes ticked by. Haley could feel him quiver beneath her, and smiled knowingly. Even more time passed and Connor felt increasingly claustrophobic, and confused, and distressed, finally hopeless until suddenly, a switch was flicked in his head.

‘It’s only as bad as I make it,’ he thought. ‘I can fight it, I can hate it, but neither of those matter now.’ Connor concluded that resistance in the face of this opponent would only lead to escalation, and decided to play along for the sake of leaving sooner and enduring less of the still torturous footplay.

Haley had felt his shaking stop, and waited to see what his reaction would be. The answer came in a feeling she was planning to demand next. The unmistakable stroking of a tongue at the sole of her sock. She smiled, knowing that it had worked. She had broken the boy into some level of submission, and had only one more thing to take from him before the day’s objectives were completed. She repeated her last question, “How do they feel?”

A different answer this time as Connor tried to string together words he thought she would want to hear: “Like a soft embrace of a goddess.”

“Mmmm well I guess that’s exactly what it is, isn’t it?” A very pleased Haley cooed from above.

“Yes goddess, how does the licking please you?” Connor asked, Haley unable to see the definite reluctance in his face below her feet. As he finished lapping at the soles of each foot and moved to other areas, she replied.

“Quite good, slave boy. Like you anticipated my next request.”

“Should that not be my goal?” Connor improvised, knowing it was indeed his objective and putting up the front that he was many times more willing than he actually felt.

“Of course it is, now finish the licking and I have a special treat for you.” Haley disclosed. Connor thought it likely that he should dread the treat rather than look forward to it. His licking continued, swirling wet circles into the heels and taking toes into his mouth as Haley pressed them in, instructing him to suck lightly at them. His tongue began to grow dry as it made all parts of both sock bottoms wetter than they already had been with sweat. The taste was not as bad as he expected, but was still not a pleasant one. As his mouth became almost completely dry, Haley pulled her feet back and rested them on his chest lightly, rolling her chair back to stand over his legs rather than his lower torso.

“It was a rough start, but you came right into the fold where you belong, servant.” She patted the socks up and down a few times. “Now for the treat I mentioned, a reward for doing so well on your first day.” She smiled and shifted her feet, Connor not able to believe as they drifted between his legs. Pulling down his shorts with her toes, Haley began to rub her socks against either side of his manhood through the boxers he wore.

Connor was more confused than ever now, not having believed she would ever be one to grant him pleasure, particularly this kind. “Mi… Mistress?” was all he could say.

“Shhhhh… it’s a reward you deserve,” she said, but the expression on her face was still one of cunning and control rather than showing any sign of respect or empathy. As the boxers began to rise, she was able to more adeptly manipulate the shaft, her toes rubbing up and down against the bottom face. With it standing at full attention, she pulled the boxers down with her other foot, hardly missing a beat in stroking from base to head. She quickly changed position, squeezing the shaft from all sides between her soles, the socks still saturated with sweat and saliva. Connor wanted to be full of questions, to wonder if this was a good idea, to deny her control over this part of him, but these were not the signals activating in his brain. Pleasure pathways were busy as the socks slid up and down, up and down, a soft, wet respite from what he had been through in the last hour.

Again she changed positions, with one foot stroking while the toes of the other began to play exclusively around the head of his dick, swirling in fuzzy circles around it and tickling the tip. The rubbing continued as Connor began to breathe more heavily. His hips flinched and he was fully focused on his cock, not noticing the look of absolute fiendish delight that Haley stared down at him with. She rubbed harder and faster, moving the toes from the head to his balls and rubbing them a bit before resuming the squeeze between the soles. Pre-cum dripped out and was instantly swept up in the furry motion and Connor’s hips began to flinch more and slightly buck. He was close, but as he neared the edge of release, a sensible thought finally crossed his mind… ‘What the fuck is going on? Could this really be the reward for service?’ The hesitation was drowned out in a flash as Haley added a rhythmic pulsing of her toes to the stroking action. It was all too much for Connor to process, and the thought and smell of her socks filled his head as cum raced for a final release.

Connor’s whole body tensed up and quivered as he began to shoot streams of semen, but they didn’t land on Haley’s socks. The moment she sensed the orgasm starting, she produced a pair of boyshort-style black panties and pulled them over her socks, positioning them to catch the cum. She manipulated her feet expertly as he shot numerous wads all over the panties, finally relaxing the muscles of his body as the last one dribbled out. She made sure to scoop this bit off as well onto the black fabric, and then reached down to pinch at a clean corner and lift it from her feet. She dropped the panties in a waiting Ziploc bag and set them on the bookshelf next to her.

“What… what just happened?” Connor managed, his head still spinning from the orgasm.

“You got a sockjob, slave. And shot your cum all over.” Haley said with a triumphant but somewhat devious grin, resting one foot on his lower torso and crossing the other leg.

“Why the panties?” he asked, reaching to pull his boxers up and hide his member as it softened.

“Blackmail of course… This is America, and as fucked up as things have been lately, you’re still innocent until proven guilty. You just provided the proof is all.”

“What? Wait. What?” Connor was at a loss for words as the dots were connected.

“I could have accused you of assault and rape without any evidence, and that might have made for a big story around our school, but in the end there was no proof. Now I have the panties you allegedly made a mess of as you fucked me in the girls’ restroom. Forensics are amazing these days, they’ll be able to pull your identity from those white stains for years and not be able to tell when it happened. So you now have a concrete reason to keep me pleased, more than a baseless threat.”

“I… I…” Connor still couldn’t believe what had just happened, and the position he had put himself in, now worse than ever. The anxiety he felt under the socks returned with vengeance, and he felt lightheaded and overwhelmed.

“Now, now. No need to fuss, this doesn’t change anything. It’s just a little contingency for me to have in my back pocket. You were my slave before you blasted your fat little load, and you’re still my slave after. You’ll have to work much harder to earn these rewards from now on, but since I have what I need, it really will be for your enjoyment and not my own reasons. I really hope I never have to use those panties, but it’s entirely up to you.” She wheeled back to the desk and began typing again.

Connor lay there, feeling like he had just had the life sucked out of him. He thought over and over about how this might not be as bad as it seemed, but couldn’t come up with even one reason why that would be the case. He was fucked. Her feet fucked his cock and now he was fucked. He didn’t see what else he could do but head home and try to resume his day, and maybe come up with a plan to get those panties on a return visit. Having lay there for a few minutes, he finally cleared his head enough to ask, “So can I go?”

“My feet are quite pleased so that’s all the mandatory work for today, but they could always use more attention if you care to stay.”

“I actually think I’ve had my fill for the day.” He said resignedly, an easy claim when literally any contact with Haley’s feet was more than enough for the day in his mind.

“Fair enough,” Haley said from above, wheeling away to let him get up off the ground. “Let me show you something before you go!”

Connor stood and didn’t want to see anything else in this house, all he wanted was to get home and try to forget about what had happened. But Haley sprung over to the door beside her bed and opened it to a large walk-in closet. She continued to the far wall, where a raised platform supported a 3-way angled mirror similar to those found in dressing rooms and tailor’s shops. Bordering the mirrors on either side were vertical arrangements of short wooden drawers, each no more than 4 inches tall. A very comfortable looking seat was to the side, and it appeared to be able to swivel to a position above the platform. Haley stepped up before the mirror and began to open the drawers, bottom to top. Connor came closer and as they were opened, he found himself looking at row after row of neatly folded socks. Some drawers were full of bright solid colors, arranged in rainbow order, others had striped socks or exclusively ones with patterns. The organization was almost unbelievable, with countless pairs varying from over the knee length to no-show half-socks and everything in between. Thin nylons, thick boot socks, two whole drawers of fuzzy ones like Haley wore now; the variety was greater than that which Connor knew existed.

“This is my collection, and you’ll get to know it very well,” Haley said as his eyes continued to scan. “Some days I’ll let you pick what I wear and other times I’ll have been stinking up a pair for days just for you. You should be looking forward to this, an endless variety and constant new ways to please me.”

“Yes, my goddess, it will be my pleasure to bow and submit to each and every pair.” Connor wanted nothing more than to get away from this place as soon as physically possible, and thought this the best response to make that happen.

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Codie’s Rough Year Ch. 03

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Chapter 3 Daddy Issues

It was still early when i got home. In an attempt not to wake anyone up i snuck quietly into the house and up stairs to my bedroom. I shut the door behind me quietly. I gather up some clean clothes and head into the bathroom down the hall. I pull off my top and bra and toss them into the corner. My shorts were soaked through from the load that noah left in me. I slowly tug my shorts and thong down to the floor and step out of them admiring the puddle of his cum that had leaked out of my pussy on the way home.

“God damn i can’t wait to see him again,” I whispered to myself as i traced a finger down my slit.

I turn on the shower and throw my shorts into the corner with the rest of my clothes. I jump in and start to wash myself all over. I enjoy the hot water running all over my body. I closed my eyes and run through the last few hours in my mind. I start to rub my pussy slowly enjoying the time to myself when i hear the bathroom door open.

“Who’s there?” I ask hoping they hadn’t seen anything.

“Ohh sorry princess i didn’t know you were home.” My dad said from the door after closing it quickly so it was just open a crack.

“Yea i just got back. Sorry i didn’t say anything, i didn’t want to wake you up.” I respond poking my head out of the shower.

Looking around the bathroom I see that my cum stained panties are in clear view of where he was standing. I feel my heart drop. “Shit I hope he won’t see those.” But too late i look up at him and see him staring at them though he quickly looks up

“Eventful night?” He asks his face turning a bit red either in embarrassment or anger.

“No not really, can i finish up here?” I ask trying to hurry up the conversation “I’ll come down and have some breakfast with you.”

“Yea that sounds good I’ll see you in a bit.” With that he shuts the door.

I finish up my shower, quickly wrap myself in a towel, and run across the Gaziantep Sınırsız Escort hall to my room with my clothes in hand. I throw on a clean pair of panties and a big t-shirt and head downstairs to grab some food.

I walk into the kitchen and see my dad standing there waiting for me.

“Hey is josh up yet?” I ask trying to delay the conversation i know is coming. “He’s supposed to take me shopping later.”

“Nope he’ll be out for a while, he drank a little too much last night.” My dad said not making eye contact with me.

“Ohh okay as long as he’s still taking me.” I respond jumping up onto the counter.

“You know i saw something weird when i popped my head into the bathroom.” I swallowed hard “it looked like you had some weird stains on your underwear. Is everything okay? Are you sure nothing happened last night?”

I sigh, “I’m positive nothing happened last night daddy.”

“I’m just checking, you are becoming quite the young woman now and all the boys at school have to be coming after you at this point, i want to make sure you aren’t making any rash decisions.” he looked at me, “I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

I smiled at him “You know i’m not the type for relationships daddy i turn all the boys down now a days.”

“You’re daddy’s little heartbreaker.” He smiles at me and walks over to kiss me on the cheek.

All of the sudden i get this urge and turn my head at the last minute to kiss him on the lips. I push in deeply and he does to for a second and pulls back quickly in shock “Im daddys little heartbreaker.” I say winking at him before he can respond.

Then all of the sudden to my surprise he comes back in for another kiss this time he takes charge and im left at his mercy. I reach up and run my hand through his hair fighting to regain dominance in the situation. I open my mouth and slide my tongue into his swirling it around fighting with his. I let out a little moan as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I feel him place his hand on the small of my back pulling me closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist locking him close to me. It feels like an hour before we come up for air.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, youre my daughter for god’s sake.” He said looking into my eyes.

“I don’t care who i am to you, no one has ever kissed me like that before.”

I lean back in and continue to kiss him. I feel his other hand slowly make its way up my thigh. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head and toss it onto the floor. I then run my hand down his chest slowly making my way to his crotch where i can feel his growing manhood in my hand.

“We…can’t…do..this.” He says between kisses.

But his hands said otherwise as they grasped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off. Revealing my breasts which he quickly took one into his hand and began to massage it. Another moan escaped my lips and i fumbled with his pants desperately trying to free his bulge. I heard it slap the counter once it escaped and quickly grabbed it with one hand and began to stroke it quickly not wanting to wait any longer to feel him inside me.

“Its huge daddy.” I whispered into his ear.

With a grunt in response he pushed my panties to the side and thrust two of his fingers into my already dripping pussy. Fingering me with a speed i couldn’t imagine my legs began to shake uncontrollably “youre so tight baby girl” i felt his pace slow to a stop. He slowly pulled his fingers from my slit and brought them up to my mouth where i excitedly sucked my juices from them. Removing his cock from my hand he lined it up with my pussy and started to slide it in to me. I felt myself stretching to accepted such a wide package. Then with one final thrust he had his entire length inside of me.

With a grunt he started pumping in and out of me, slow at first but ever so slightly faster until it took everything in me not to yell out in pure ecstasy.

I leaned into him “Fuck me harder daddy.” And that short phrase broke both of us. He picked my up grabbing both of my ass cheeks and slammed me into the fridge lifting me up and dropping me back down onto his cock. The only thing i could think of or say was “Fuck me harder daddy” And every time i said it he would. I clenched my legs around him trying to push myself deeper on to his cock “Im gonna cum” I felt my whole body begin to shake and my pussy clamped down tight around his cock as waves of pleasure ran over me. I didn’t even get time to recover when I started to cum again. The third orgasm was the strongest ever i felt my pussy clamp so tight around daddy’s cock he came instantly pumping me with load after load of his incestual seen but he didn’t pull out. He waited until every last drop was inside me. Then he walked back over to the corner and sat me down. He slid his cock out and kissed me deeply.

“Holy shit princess look what you made me do.” He said

I looked down at the massive creampie that was now flowing out onto the counter. I looked back up at him with my most innocent face, “Oops.”

I jumped down and quickly pulled back on my panties and shirt.

“I guess i really am daddy’s little girl” I walked over to him and kissed his cheek as he was putting his clothes back on.

A few moments later Josh walked into the kitchen, “What was all that noise?”

“Oh nothing i was just helping daddy relieve some stress.” I laughed, “So we still going to the mall or what.”

“Yeah Yeah whatever,” Josh replied dismissively, “Hey it looks like you’ve got some icing on your leg there.”

I look down and see the cum making its way down my leg “Yea sorry i must have spilt some.” I swipe it up with my finger and turn to look at daddy. “Mmmm that’s the stuff.” I lick the cum from my finger and give him a wink.

“Well i’m gonna go get ready i’ll see you in a few.” I run upstairs making sure daddy gets a good look at my ass as i go.

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Morgan’s Mistakes Ch. 01

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Morgan had been used to making friends and getting attention, and college was no exception. She was in her sophomore year at a decent university on the east coast, having received a considerable scholarship to play golf. Her boyfriend since junior year had moved to town with her, living off campus by himself. Layne had always been kind of lazy, but had treated her well in the few years they were together. He was a great student in high school, but has no desire to go to college or better his situation. He had long lost interest in Morgan, gaining about 30 pounds, rarely shaving, and avoiding her to smoke dope with his friends. He quit his job at a department store, and has been living off unemployment for about 8 months. Morgan struggles with reasons to stay daily. She had already alienated herself from her team to try and salvage what she could with Layne – skipping parties thrown by the football or baseball teams (the Golf girls were always invited). He had picked up the hobby of teasing Morgan to the point of hiding tears, and took her love for granted. It had been a week since he had so much as texted her, and her heart was too worn to really care.

Looking at herself in her bathroom mirror, she notices how much she has developed since high school. She had grown to a lean 5ft 8in, with abs that look painted on, complementing her rounded C cups. The golf program had her on a strict diet and exercise routine, spending upwards 20 hours a week in the gym. Morgan was well toned and athletic, and satisfied with how curvy she is despite her body mass. Her light brown hair has grown long, past her shoulders now. The few freckles she has developed on her nose draw away from her hazel eyes, but she doesn’t mind.

It made her sad that she got no attention from Layne, but she wasn’t one to confront him on the matter. Midterms have ended for the week, and she plans to get her rest from too much studying and practice. Ok three days before your last final Morgan, do well and maybe Dad will let me go relax during Spring Break. She put on her pajamas and socks, and began studying for her physics test.

“Morgan! Where have you been? You’ve been disappearing after practice for 3 days now!” It was Audrey, her roommate. Audrey always had a habit of barging in when Morgan was working. She was a senior on the university golf team, and took a liking to Morgan when she first arrived to school. She was a nice girl, but her upbeat attitude got on her nerves whenever she started talking.

“I’ve been over at Layne’s, he’s been sick and I’ve been staying with him.” Morgan always told everyone they were not together anymore. Mostly it stemmed from embarrassment, but she also didn’t want to refer to what they share as a relationship.

“Ugh, doll you need to get out more! You are too sweet for your own good!” She said with her usual peppy smile. “Listen, we are going to Sigma tonight and you have to come. The whole team will be there and I’m not drinking so you have a ride back! You’ve earned it and it’s Friday for Christ’s sake. Physics can wait till tomorrow you nerd!”

After a feeble protest, Morgan was coaxed into attending her first real Frat party. Her parents were both involved in Greek life when they were in school, so she was familiar with the promises of “good connections” and more importantly: the rowdy, drunk college boys. Morgan usually ignored the sexual comments from the boys on the sports teams around campus. She saw them as morons who use naïve girls for sex, and she found their attitude pathetic. Morgan worried about some of the rumors she heard about young girls being taken advantage of, but was going with her sober roommate, and figured she would help in any awkward confrontations with any guys. Mother wants me to pledge next year… She imagines herself surrounded by a crowd of chanting sorority girls and chuckles.

The drive to the party was short. Morgan had spent the past two hours being evaluated by Audrey, and she was grateful to be finally be done listening to her yappy beauty Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort tips. She decided on a short, blue dress that fit snugly on her body. A braided gold necklace sits atop her profound collarbone, falling down to an emerald pendant nestled above her cleavage. She wears tall blue heels borrowed from Audrey, matching her tight dress, which she noticed had shrank since she wore it at her first golf formal.

Morgan and Audrey make it inside the mansion of a fraternity, and quickly make their way to their teammates at the bar. Every room in the house is packed, and it is mostly athletes at the university. Morgan feels guilty for liking the elitist mentality that comes with sports at a prestigious school, but is determined to have a little fun for her self, pushing her unease aside.

An hour goes by in the Sigma House, and Morgan is having a great time! She has already taken four shots of tequila with her team to celebrate their success in their first conference tournament. Morgan laughed as she joked and teased each other about boys “checking them out”.

“One more to Sara! Thank goodness the 6th hole at The Pines is as wide as her’s!” Audrey bellows as she hands out another round of shots. The girls break into laughter as Sara blushes. She has been known for sleeping around, but for some reason that was respected amongst the girls. Morgan downs the tequila in one gulp, sending a jolt from her throat down to her toes. Feeling like her outgoing self for the first time in awhile, she grabs Anna, another teammate, and heads to the dancefloor.

Anna is a towering 6 feet tall, and weighs about 170 pounds; she is the obvious driving powerhouse of the squad. Guys tease her and call her ‘dyke’ sometimes, but Morgan is always impressed with how well she can shake off their insults. Feeling safer with Anna by her side, Morgan starts to move fluidly to the rhythm of the DJ’s music. Her ass inches from the ground, Morgan slowly rises up, bottom first, into the air. She had always been good at gyrating her hips and dipping low, (Layne had insisted she learn to dance properly at parties). Her hours of practice are evident as she shakes and pops her body to the beat. Ha! I wonder how mad Layne would be if he saw me now! The thought brought a smile to her lips. Any consideration of him had been drowned with her last shot.

Morgan is surprised when she feels her ass grind on a hard body behind her. She turns on her heels to see a tanned, high-cheek boned face, belonging to a classmate, Chris. She had met Chris at a football game earlier in the year, and they hit it off. Morgan was too preoccupied with Layne and school to find time to get to know him.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he says with a grin. He has stubble on his defined jaw and cheeks, and grey eyes that always made Morgan shudder. “May I have this dance?”

Without a word, Morgan turns to Chris and straddles his leg. He seems a bit taken aback, but puts his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down his leg. Morgan’s thoughts start to run wild as she realizes she is drunk. It’s just dancing, she tells herself. I’m not fucking him or anything and besides, Layne obviously is too busy to even care if I did. Morgan started feeling a rush build in her pelvis and rise up her body as she pressed close to Chris’s body. Her inner thigh rubbed up against something hard and radiating heat, and she knew she was turning him on. Ignoring all instincts to resist, she took his hands and put them on her ass. She leaned in and kissed his neck, whispering softly in his ear.

What am I doing? Morgan thought as her bra fell undone on the floor. I had no idea he was a brother at Sigma! Chris’s tongue filled her mouth and immediately took interest in the small metal stud that Morgan had pierced three weeks earlier. They had made their way back to his room on the third floor. It was larger than her room and kitchen combined. The floor was covered in used clothes and beer cans, but is still cleaner than any room in Layne’s condo. There are pictures of his family and posters of the school on his walls, and has king size bed, the nicest Morgan had ever seen.

Chris catches her off guard, sweeping her up by the back of her thighs. He carries her to the bed and climbs on top of her, breathing heavy and kissing her chest. His tongue swirled and rolled in constant motion with hers, as he began to fondle his fingers along the see through white underwear, now the only thing keeping her clothed. Morgan speaks up when she feels a hard poke through her panties.

“Do you have a condom?” She asks subconsciously.

“No Morg, I don’t, but I promise I’ll be careful…”

Morgan pushes him off from sucking on her neck. “No I can’t, pleass… Immnot on thuh pill yet,” she says with in slurred string.

Chris persists, but Morgan has regained enough composure to stop him. She flips over on top of him and looks into his dark, gray eyes. He falls silent, as she looks him over thoroughly for the first time. Chris has no hair on his body at all. She rubs her exposed body close to his and feels that he has a defined six-pack! Layne has always been hairy and kind of chubby, which only made her kiss his muscular body more passionately. Chills run down her spine as she rises up and Chris grabs both of her breasts. They fill up his powerful hands easily, boobs big enough where he can give a rough squeeze. Groping gently with his fingertips, Morgan bites John’s ear and whispers:

“I won’t fuck you tonight, but maybe I can make up for it.”

Chris kisses her neck deeply; rough sucks accompany his fingers caressing her hard nipples. Her boobs had always been a big turn on for her, and she felt a moist warm sensation between her legs. Oh no! These are my only good pair of underwear. Before she could make a grab for them, Chris slid down under her and started sucking on her titties. “Mmmm,” moans Morgan as he runs his tongue over her nipple, stopping only to leave hickies on her neck and chest. Chris rubs her soaked pussy through her underwear, and offers no resistance when he slides his index finger inside of her. Morgan feels her pussy throbbing around his finger, as he plunges deep over and over. Her hair covers her pained expression on her face as he inserts another finger and pumps rapidly into her slit. Morgan is embarrassed when she lets out a light scream as he massages her clit. The fire inside her had become too hot.

Morgan slid down to Chris’ boxer shorts and reached into the unbuttoned opening. She had handled Layne’s penis for years, and was a bit disappointed to find that his member was about the size of his. Nonetheless, she wanted him badly. The thought of her pleasuring a random guy without Layne’s knowledge gave her such a high that she couldn’t stop herself from sticking out her tongue and taking rigid dick in her mouth.

Morgan is lost in her hazed judgment. She runs the cold metal stud from the base of his shaft as she licks hard up to the tip; alternating taking it in her mouth and sloppily covering every inch of his cock with saliva. Chris starts to moan and Morgan feels his dick growing harder in her mouth.

“Oh baby, mmm you are making me so hard,” Chris croons. He grabs her silky brown hair she spent an hour flattening before the party. Morgan pulls back to resist but his muscular arms hold her down. He slowly pushes her head down on his throbbing cock, which is now dripping with a thick coating of spit. She gets about half way down on his shaft before she starts to feel it penetrate her throat. Almost instantly she gags, coughing with his cock stuck in her throat. She pulls back to his tip, never breaking the suction with her mouth.

She bobs her head in a quick rhythm, thankful that he is satisfied with half his cock being serviced. Morgan had been working on deep throating Layne, but he always finished before she could get that far. Ugh, Layne always cums in my mouth without telling me, what a fucking ass. The idea only fuels her desire, and starts massaging the base with her hands.

“I want to cum on you Morgan,” Chris utters out with a moan. “Oh baby you are so good, where do you want it?”

Just as she looks up Chris hops off the bed on to the floor, letting Morgan down easy on her knees. Layne has never done this before! She thought as he grabbed the back of her head and started pumping his hips lightly, exploring her mouth to the fullest extent. Morgan finds herself lightly rubbing her clit, and almost chokes again when she chuckles at his balls slapping her in the chin.

“Sit up,” Chris says in a firm tone, the first time he has taken charge all night. He pulls out of her throat as she gasps for air and straightens up on her knees. He takes her hands forcefully and makes Morgan hold her boobs together. Chris’ cock is lathered in her juices, and he begins making long, smooth thrusts between her supported breasts. She was on the verge of coming, her eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped and moaned. I’ve never felt this before, I thought those contractions Layne gave me were orgasms! Morgan had a growing pressure in her pussy, dripping wet with anticipation for his load.

Morgan opens her eyes when Chris lets out a mighty grunt that gave her the chills. Chris jerks backward as her lips are splattered with a warm liquid. She closes her eyes just in time to avoid the second shot that submerged her left eye. Morgan’s lustful anticipation diminished as she felt his sticky load glob onto her chin, and drip down onto her sore breasts. She was so close.

“Now lick cum off of your tits baby'”

Without hesitation Morgan attempted to clean herself off, but they were too small for her to reach with her mouth.

“Here let me help you,” Chris said. He reached over on his nightstand and grabbed his phone. Choking his semi-hard cock, he wiped off the splashes of semen off of her boobs onto his tip. Morgan opened her mouth and took his entire softening penis in her mouth. “Now suck off… Smile!” he said in a satisfied tone.

The next time Morgan is conscious she is splayed on the couch in her apartment. She is missing her underwear, and has a sour taste in her mouth. Blech, she thinks to herself. Giving Chris head is a clear memory, despite her splitting headache. She makes her way to the kitchen and pours herself some orange juice before sitting at the table and checking her phone. A message from Layne is passed over without a thought, as that is the last thing she is worrying about. A message from Audrey, “Where are you slutttt? We are ready to go get your pants on and your ass out here!”

Great, now the whole team knows about my hook up. Two messages from Chris, “Hey gurl, last night was fun, you left your wallet here so I’ll hold onto it for you until we can meet again ;)” This made Morgan feel giddy. The thought of someone wanting her made her excited, and the fact that Layne is clueless made it all the more enjoyable. She craved that feeling that Chris gave her last night again, except she wanted to climax this time…

Morgan breaks out of her daydream she opens the second file. The message reads, “Don’t worry, just for me and you!” Morgan’s heart drops as she stares into her own eyes. Or at least one of them; the other is shut tight coated in a thick layer of cum, dripping down off her chin. Her hair is a mess in the picture, but that was nothing compared to seeing her tits red and fondled peaking out from beneath her mouth filled with his penis. If anyone sees this I can lose my scholarship. Morgan panics and runs to her room, sobbing into her pillow until she slips into a sobering slumber.

When Morgan wakes she feels a bit better. She sends a text to Chris, asking if she can come by in a few hours. He replies two minutes later, asking to give him time to prepare. I’ll figure out what to do about that picture when the time comes…Ugh another message from Layne “So I know you were at Sig last night, my friend Brett saw you. Get the fuck over, now.” Morgan loses track of time staring blankly into her wall, running scenarios in her mind. She makes her way into the shower, still exhausted, knowing she is in for a very long night.

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I Hate My Master Ch. 20

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I got Zane again at work. I was sitting at my desk feeling a bit of victory. I didn’t get to feel like this much any more, so I was pretending to work and reveling in the feeling. I stretched, leaning back in my chair. I saw Mike out of the corner of my eye, but since I had hours before I would have to take his cock again, I didn’t let it bother me as much.

Coming out of the bathroom, I saw Mike exiting the mail room. “Get in here.” Mike barked at me, motioning for me to get in the mail room. Shit.

“Yes, Sir.” At least no one else was around. He was going to make me suck his dick. Shit, shit, shit. I didn’t want to have to do this.

Mike closed and locked the door. Good, that would keep anyone from barging in on us. I didn’t know that door locked. Shit. It struck me if he could lock the door he could easily make me suck him off anytime the mood struck him.

“Get to your real job fag.” Mike said undoing his pants.

“Yes, Sir.” I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth. I only got a few trips up and down his shaft before he grabbed the back of my head and started to hump my face. I gagged when he started but quickly realized that I needed to be quiet. I would be the one taking the brunt of things if we got caught. It’s fucking hard to keep the noise down when there is a giant pecker pounding your tonsils.

Mike chuckled, “This will teach you to keep silent you stupid fucker.” Mike was leaving his dick in me, and I was having trouble breathing. But I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I had to take it. Mike kept fucking my throat. It felt like he wanted to cum, so this would be over soon. It was, and he shot down my throat. “Get out bitch.”

“Yes, Sir.” I quickly brushed off my knees, not wanting anyone to see and suspect. Mike had managed to ruin my mood, so I was foul for the rest of the day.

A few days later, as I was watching the clock move to lunch, I got a text. [I’m in your parking lot. Get out here and blow me fag.] Travis was out there. Fuck. [Yay! I get cum Sir!] I texted back. Double fuck. I have no idea how Chris programmed me to text like that. I got up and told my boss I was slipping out early for lunch and made it to the parking lot.

Travis’s car was there, off in an isolated corner. I got into the passenger’s side, and said “I’m so thrilled to suck you off! Thank you so much Sir!”

“I know fag, get going.” Travis pulled his shorts down and put his hand behind my head, guiding it to his cock. I needed to get him off quick, to reduce the chance of anyone catching us. I got to sucking. It was uncomfortable. I’d made chicks suck me in the car before, and never cared how they had to twist to get my dick in their mouth. I managed to get his dick all the way down. Set up like this, my nose was going to to the side of his leg rather then his pubes, I was slobbering and moving my tongue to stimulate him as much as possible. “You are getting better. Those lessons are paying off.” Well, if I was getting better, this should go faster. I brought my hand up to play with his balls. I needed him to cum quickly. If anyone saw. If anyone even suspected I was blowing a guy out here, I’d be ruined at the office. I could hear the comments in my head, and I was sure I’d get fired. I moved my head up and down as fast as I could, the twist in my torso aching.

I felt Travis’s balls pull up and he shot in my mouth, pulling my head up by the hair so his cum got on my face. “I’m done, get out.” Travis covered up and started his car.

“I loved sucking you Sir!” I screamed in a high pitched voice, then scrambled to wipe my face as I got out. He pulled out with no concern for me, evening honking to draw attention. I had to jump to avoid being hit. Watching the car head away I thought I was going to have to find someplace to eat, as I couldn’t make it back too early or my boss would wonder what I was up to.

I ate lunch alone, thinking of how I could be forced to service so many men at their whim. They didn’t care how difficult it was for me. I had no control over my life. Fuck, I didn’t have control over my own dick. Chris had taken everything from me. I couldn’t do anything about it. I was helpless. Depressed, I headed back to the office.

My days were misery. Mike was using me more at work, and I was getting worried someone would notice I was spending time in the mailroom. The Dial-A-Fag texts were getting more frequent, it seems the guys were getting used to using me and clearly liking it. Chris ignored me a lot at home, having me be his servant and his fuck-boy. Chris might be ignoring me at home, but I wasn’t there as much with Travis and Josh calling me on demand.

Saturday morning, Chris had me fuck myself on his pole then get to my chores. I was there to service his dick and act like his servant. In some ways I was like a lamp, he only thought of me when he needed me. I either felt like a sex object or just an object.

The doorbell rang. “Get it slave!” Chris shouted at me.

“Yes, Master.” I crawled to Gaziantep Sınırsız Escort the door and opened it from my knees. The guy waiting was skinny, and had purple hair. He was dressed in what must be tights and a shirt I knew wouldn’t keep his belly covered. He had a bag over his shoulder.

“Oooo look at you!” He stepped up to me and shoved his crotch in my face. “Hee hee smell that.”

I heard Chris laugh from the other room. “He’ll do more than smell it for you. Once you fancy him up a bit.”

What did he mean by fancy me up? This was not going to be good for me.

The new guy ran his fingers through my hair. “I’ll fancy him up so good.” He then started moving into the living room. “Follow, little pet.”

Damn, he was insulting me already. I crawled as ordered. Chris ordered me to kneel up with my hands behind my head while they talked. Turns out the guy’s name was Bastian. They chatted, and I mostly ignored it as they were just talking. Bastion was a bit on the tall side, very slender. He flicked his hair back as he talked a lot. It was falling over his eyes constantly. I found it annoying to watch him and I don’t know how he stood it.

After they had talked a while, Bastion looked over at me. “He is well built, isn’t he?” Shit, I felt like a piece of meat under his gaze.

“Yeah, and he’s obedient. Slave, slap your face.” Chris said to me.

“Yes, Master.” I slapped my face.

“Ooooh, make him do it again!” Bastion fairly bounced as he was so excited at me slapping myself.

“You can do it, he’ll do anything you say.” Chris gave Bastion a playful shove to the arm.

Bastion’s eyes light up. “Slap yourself again.”

“Yes, Sir.” I did.

“Again. And again. Do it again.” I slapped myself at his commands, not able to disobey, since Chris had decided I’d obey him. Chris liked making me obey just about anyone who came along.

“Eyow!” I yelled. Chris had pulled his phone out and sent a shock to my collar. Bastion fell back into the sofa laughing.

“Fuck, Chris, you must have so much fun.” Bastion said, holding his sides in laughter.

“I do, but he needs to be changed up a bit. That’s why you’re here. We should get going on it.” Chris stood up.

“Sure. Kitchen?” Bastion followed Chris.

“Follow slave.” Chris said to me.

“Yes, Master.” With someone here, I couldn’t mouth off, so I had to act like I was into all of this. Making it into the kitchen, I saw a chair in the center of the room.

“Up here you go.” Bastion patted the chair.

“Yes, Sir.” I got in. Bastion opened his bag and started to look at things.

“Stroke yourself while you sit there, slave. Show Bastion how much you appreciate what he’ll be doing for you.” Chris looked at me as he got into a chair to watch. Bastion twittered as he heard what I would be doing.

“Yes, Master.” I started stroking my dick, getting hard because Chris wanted me hard. Bastion twittered again when he turned around, scissors and comb in hand. I knew he was going to cut my hair. And I was going to be jerking my dick the entire time.

It was even more horrible than I thought it would be. Bastion prattled on, cutting my hair, so short on the sides, actually using clippers. “Hey, Mr. Pee pee, how do you like Marky getting a new hairstyle?”

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I cringed inside. This was going to be humiliating beyond belief. My fingers went to either side of my piss-slit and moved it to pretend the words from my mouth were coming from my dick. “He won’t be able to hide it at all. Marky will see it as embarrassment. I love it.”

Bastion fell on the floor laughing. Chris let out a guffaw.

“Laugh it up, it makes Marky so insecure.” Mr. Pee pee encouraged them. Fuck my life.

Bastion would grope my body every so often, just because he could. When my hair was cut, things took a nosedive. My hand was still moving on my pecker, and Bastion began to color my hair. I was screaming inside. Chris was grinning at me, knowing what I was going through. I could tell there was more planned than my hair and I know that would be terrible for me.

I was left alone as they went into the living room when Bastion announced to Chris things should wait a bit. I was left to stroke my dick and wait. It was so demeaning, being ignored like that, as if I was last year’s toy.

Bastion fairly bounced into the kitchen some time later to finish doing whatever he was to do with my hair. Chris followed after, not bouncing, but walking like a badass man. He leaned on the door jam and smirked at me. Bastion flitted around me giggling. I was still stroking my cock, how could I be doing this. What had Chris done to me?

“I’m done!” Bastion declared, actually throwing his hands up in the air. He was such a priss.

Chris gave a superior grunt and got a mirror he handed to Bastion. “Show him his new look.” Chris sounded totally evil. “He’ll tell you how much he loves it.” I was going to hate this.

Bastion got in front of me, turned the mirror so I could see myself, and I exclaimed “I do love it Sir! It’s fa-bu-lous!” My face all breaking in what looked like joy. Bastion had put blond streaks in my hair. I couldn’t stand it, anyone seeing me would think I was queerAnd stupid. I looked stupid. I felt stupid.

“Tee-Hee, I’m so glad.” Bastion hugged me in pure glee. My skin crawled at the touch. I couldn’t stop it, and I was still stroking.

Bastion was running his hands over me. I wanted to rip my skin off. Chris gave me an evil grin, then spoke. “You’ve earned your reward Bast, take him into the bedroom and have all the fun you want.”

“Gee, this will be so amazing!” Bastion took my hand and fairly dragged me to what was once my bedroom, and was now the place I serviced whatever man Chris decided could use me. Holding his hand felt creepy to me, but I was going to be his sextoy, as reluctant as I was, I knew I’d seem enthusiastic.

Closing the door, Bastion pulled me to him, hugging me while his hands roamed over my back, and feeling my ass. “Mmmmm, bend over.”

“What are you going to do, Sir?” I answered automatically while bending over.

“I want to finger your ass.” Bastion draped himself over my back, looking over my ass and moving his fingers around my crack. I hated the feel of him laying on me like that and the fingers exploring around my ass were worse. He gripped my cheeks, fingered around my hole, and started pushing fingers into my ass. Bastion’s touch was different from the other guys. I guess it was all in my head. The sensation was sharp. My skin wanted to crawl away from his hands. I braced myself with my hands on the bed, and the while Bastion giggling. He was enjoying himself with me as his helpless victim.

Noticing my position, Bastion threw one leg over my back and lay on my back, his head toward my ass as he continued to entertain himself with my butt. He wasn’t so heavy to be uncomfortable, but I felt so used with him laying on me like that. My body tensed up, it got worse as he said “I’m so looking forward to getting into this.” His fingers were fucking me like a doll. I signed inwardly, so much stuff had gone in my ass, it almost felt normal to have something in there. That realization nearly physically hurt.

Deciding he was done, Bastion slid over me onto the bed. He backed over me, dragging his crotch over the back of my head and dropped on his bum at the bed in front of me. He looked at me in childlike glee and started to undo his pants. “You’re going to suck me good. I’ve already got the biggest boner.”

I doubted he had the biggest boner, especially as many big ones I’d seen lately. As slim as he was, I was sure he was small between the legs as well. The only good thing about this mess would be a small prick pounding me.

Wrong, so wrong. Bastion had a big dick. It was so unfair, and for some reason he had dyed his pubes purple. What the hell was that about? Bastion tossed his pants to the floor, put his hands on my head and guided me to his big cock. I had no choice but to open my mouth and start sucking. My mouth wanted to recoil like it had never before. He gave out moans of pleasure while bucking his hips.

Bastion rolled forward, turning my head to the side and began to fuck my face. It was a weird position, but he was giving short jabs into my mouth. Bastion had his hands towards the lower back of my head and leaned over, giving me a face full of purple pubes as he humped me like a rabbit. Fast and rough, he kept on, undoubtedly overjoyed that he had a bigger man taking it submissively.

He pushed me off, falling back on the bed. “Damn I almost shot.” I hated to think what his spunk would taste like, and it going in me. Bastion pulled his legs up, and dread washed over me, “Get in there whore.” To leave no doubt of what he meant, he grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them wide.

“Yummy Sir.” The word came out of my mouth as I moved towards my goal. It was not going to be yummy. Licking ass never was, and I was sure this would be worse than normal. I gave out a growl as I met his hole, shaking my head from side to side. I wish the growl was a bite, but it only excited him more, as he let out a girlish cry. He was enjoying it. I was holding his body while darting my tongue in and out of his hole. The taste was terrible, different and worse than when I had to clear out the “swamp-ass” when I first had to do Dial-A-Fag. I dug into his hole, lapping at it like it was ice cream as he wiggled under me. I had to chase his hole to keep my work up.

Bastion pulled himself away and up on the pillow. “Damn, you’re a hot hunk of man, almost got me to cum again. So if you want it so much, climb on and ride.”

“I can’t wait to be on your pole Sir.” My face showed that I was totally into it, even if that was all a facade. I arranged my ass over his dick while the fucker goggled at me. As I slid down, my chute itched at the contact. It was so uncomfortable, not really painful, but felt wrong. It could have been my revulsion to this guy, which was stronger than what I felt for my other users, but it was decidedly less pleasant than my other fuckings. I moaned loudly, the closest I could get to screaming in disgust.

“Awww Fuck! That feels good!” Bastion bucked his hips under me, not going with my rhythm, making it harder on me. What did he care? I was a fucktoy, to be used so he could get off. “Feel yourself up, show off for me.”

Damn, he had to push me further down. I started to run my hands over my chest, letting out sounds of pleasure, not that I was feeling it, but my training had taught me how to make it seem like I was excited. Bastion grinned, this superior, self-satisfied grin. I hated him. I hated all the guys who got to use me.

“Faster faggot.” Bastion ordered, and I bounced on his pole faster, not able to disobey, having to do everything he wished. His moans got louder and I knew he was about to cum. This was too much for him, getting to boss around a big guy like me. I felt the jolt as his spunk hit my guts, feeling like acid. If this was going to be over, all the better.

Shit, now I had to clean him off. He wasn’t paying attention to me until I was on it, so the noise he made was surprise mixed with joy. When I finished my duty, Bastion pushed my head down and trusted into me a few more times before letting me up. He then proceeded to pull me up next to him, my hand over his chest. Like a woman after you fucked her. It had happened to me often enough, her next to me, now I was the woman. I still didn’t like touching him, I wanted to scramble off the bed to get away. I didn’t even want to make a fist and hit the bastard, I only wanted to escape.

My skin crawled as his hand went up and down my back. My programming forcing me to hug him closer rather than shoving him away. “I came in you, you’ll carry me around forever now.” The thought horrified me, but he was right, I’d never not have him in me. “I bet Chris will let me fuck you all the time. I’ll get to make you squeal.”

“That would be fantastic Sir.” My fucking orders controlling my responses. He had me right were he wanted me.

“You bet it will be, you’re such a piggy for cock, can’t get enough can you pig boy?”

“Oink, oink, no, I can never get enough, I need my pussy filled all the time Sir.”

“I bet Chris stuffs you all the time.”

“He does Sir, he fucks me good.”

“Seems he shares your pussy around.”

“All over the place Sir, I get used a lot.”

“Damn, that’s great. Got a faggot with a hungry hole and lets it out all over town. Good tight hole, and lifts it up for anyone.” Bastion’s hand moved to caress my ass hole, his dick starting to stir. I hoped to hell he wouldn’t get a full boner and fuck me again.

“I do lift it up for anyone Sir, so they can plow my ass deep.”

“Let me see that ass again.”

“Sure Sir!” I sounded so enthusiastic about it. I wasn’t but I got into position like he ordered.

“Move it around, make that hole dance.”

“You’re so bad Sir!” I giggled and wiggled my butt, and felt my hole open and close since my programming considered that part of dancing. Bastion laughed and poked my ass with his finger, which sent him to new peals of laughter.

I felt him shift around to get closer. I had my head down on the bed to give him a better angle. More poking. It was childish. My eyes popped open when I realized it wasn’t his finger poking my ass, it was his dick. Damn, I was going to get fucked again.

Bastion stuck his cock in me, letting me move it around with my ass, He was enjoying himself. He let me do this for a bit before he started to fuck me. Same itching feeling, like it was all wrong. I have no idea what made my skin crawl at this dude unlike all the others that fucked me, but there it was. It was bad enough when he touched my skin, but it was 100 times worse when he was inside me, railing deep into my chute. It was like having bugs fucking my ass. My groans must have sounded like pleasure to him, but it was me in misery. It was a relief to be able to let something out. I’m sure Chris could hear us we were so loud.

The fucking went on for a while, since it hadn’t been all that long. Why was my ass always on repeat? Big cock after big cock fucked me over and over again. I was always taking some shaft in me, Chris, his friends, guys he barely knew.

Bastion slapped my ass some as he kept shoving in. Here I was a tool for another man, yet again. He took a while, and surprised me when he pulled out without shooting. He couldn’t not want to orgasim. I could tell he was moving, and a hand landed on my head. I heard him beating off, and it wasn’t long before he jizzed in my hair. Fuck, now it was in this stupid hair he had put on me.

“Chris, I gotta jet, I so totally want to ride Marky again.” I looked up to see Chris in the doorway.

“No prob.” Chris replied as Bastion threw on his clothes and rushed out.

“Leave it in.” Chris walked away, leaving me there, with the realization I had work in the morning, and would have to deal with my new look.

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Jenny shuddered. It was time to schedule her annual gyno appointment again, an event she always dreaded. The whole thing just made her feel uncomfortable and exposed, and her doctor was brusque and rough. Yet she knew it was a necessary evil. She flipped through her phone book and called her doctor, learning that she was on vacation for the next two weeks, but that a Dr. Ryan would be handling her patients. Jenny rolled her eyes and made an appointment with Dr. Ryan, thinking that one gyno was no worse than the rest. At least that unpleasant task was over with.

Later that week, Jenny arrived for her appointment. She had freshly showered, carefully washing and shaving her entire body, giving extra attention to the pink folds of her pussy, not wanting to embarrass herself when spread out on the examining table. She had even washed and dried her long blonde hair, and wore light makeup to highlight her high cheekbones and big blue eyes. She took a deep breath and smoothed her skirt before walking into the doctor’s office.

“Hi! You must be Dr. Ryan’s 2:30 appointment. Have a seat.” The receptionist smiled as she greeted Jenny.

“Yes, I am! ” Jenny smiled back shyly, and tucked herself into a hard plastic chair to wait for her appointment. Waiting was the hardest part, and she felt the familiar anxiety blossom in her stomach as she anticipated the appointment. She waited for quite a while before a nurse called for her.

“Jenny Meyers?” The nurse motioned for Jenny to follow her. After taking her vitals, the nurse led her into a clean, white examining room, and gave her a robe to change into.

“The doctor will be right in.” The door closed with a click.

Jenny peeled off her red sweater dress. She had worn nothing underneath, knowing that she would just be undressing, but her firm, round breasts and taut stomach and hips did not need help anyway. She pulled the robe on but found that it was so small that most of her tanned smooth skin was on display. If she pulled it up to cover her breasts, her round ass was exposed, and if she pulled it down to cover her pussy, her breasts spilled over the top. She started to panic and blush, and was doubled over trying to cover herself when Dr. Ryan walked in.

“Oh hello!” She was blown away by his chiseled, handsome face, and blushed even deeper to a dark shade of red.

“I’m sorry Jenny, it is nothing I won’t see during the examination though.” Dr. Ryan smiled. He was secretly pleased, as most of his patients were not as sexy as Jenny. “Just hop on the table and we will begin.”

Jenny backed up to the examination table to keep from exposing her ass, and sat on the table, with the robe covering her lap and her arms crossed over her breasts.

“Well Dr. Ryan, I’m just here for my annual. I haven’t experienced anything out of the ordinary, nothing I’m concerned about,” Jenny said as she tried to maintain her dignity.

Dr. Ryan opened her notes and frowned.

“Well, I’m very glad to hear that, but I like to do a thorough exam nonetheless, just Starzbet to make sure that my patients do not have any problems.” He locked eyes with Jenny, and she felt a shiver run through her spine with the intensity of his gaze.

“Yes Doctor.” She nodded, rapt.

“Well, lets begin with the breast exams. Please lower your hands and lay back.”

Jenny carefully unfolded her arms, and lay back on the table, painfully aware of how her big, round, taut breasts stood out from her chest.

Her nipples were hard and stood out, both from the coldness of the exam room, and from the intensity of Dr. Ryan’s dark brown eyes.

Dr. Ryan let his hands trace her firm orbs, and then started a methodical circular massage on her left breast, spiraling from the outside of her breasts, carefully probing every bit of flesh with his warm hands, to her nipples. He paused at her wide, deep red areolas, and then used two fingers to trace a circle around her hard, long nipple before pinching and milking her nipple for several moments.

Jenny clenched her eyes shut as Dr. Ryan moved to her right breast. She always had had sensitive tits, and she could feel herself blushing again as a wave of arousal moved from her nipples down to her pussy, and felt a gush of wetness between her legs as he milked her right nipple. She struggled not to moan.

“Ok Jenny, now put your arms above your head, and we will repeat the same process.” Jenny slowly moved her arms above her head, stretching out her body and making her big breasts stand out even more again her chest. Dr. Ryan touched her left breast again, and she flinched, feeling so vulnerable and exposed and uncomfortably turned on by the doctor’s touch.

“Hmm Jenny, we don’t want this kind of jumpiness ruining your exam. I may need to restrain your arms if that is ok with you.” Jenny’s eyes flew open in shock.

“Oh.. ok doctor.” She stuttered. “If I’m going to ruin the exam I guess it’s ok.”

“It’s for your own good, I don’t normally have to do this.” Dr. Ryan frowned down at her as he fastened black straps around her hands stretched above her head, and then around her rib cage above and below her breasts, making her firm, fat, globes quiver. Jenny closed her eyes again.

Dr. Ryan repeated the circular massage of each breast, and Jenny felt electric shocks shooting to her pussy as he got closer and closer to her nipples. This time he pinched and twisted her nipples roughly and she couldn’t help but moaning as the sensations rocked her body.

“Ahhh!!”

“I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable Jenny, it is very important to see if your nipples are expressing any breast milk.” Dr. Ryan let go of Jenny’s tits and her dark red nipples stood up after his abuse.

“In fact, I don’t see any from manual simulation, but that doesn’t rule out many potential medical conditions. I’d like to try a breast disease diagnostic machine just to make sure everything is ok.”

“Ok doctor, as long as you think its necessary.” Jenny was covered in fine sheen of sweat by Starzbet Giriş now.

“I’m glad that we have restrained you partially. Many patients find this uncomfortable. In fact, I may restrain the rest of your body now, for your safety, so that you don’t injure yourself or me while I operate the machine.” Dr. Ryan began pressing Jenny’s legs apart before hearing a response. Jenny nearly jumped off of the table when she felt his strong hands on her inner thighs.

“That’s a good idea. We don’t want anyone getting hurt.” She gasped. Maybe this would be good idea, if she became uncontrollably aroused, at least she would be restrained and the doctor wouldn’t know.

Dr. Ryan smiled as he pressed Jenny’s legs apart to near splits. He could smell her wet pussy. He tied each leg wide apart, then buckled a wide strap above waist right above where her light blonde public hair ended. This was the best part of the job.

“Ok then, lets hook you up to the diagnostic machine.” Dr. Ryan pulled up a cart with a small appliance tangled in a pile of cords and tubes, and separated out two wide rubber cups attached to the machine by clear tubing. He rubbed the inside of each cup with clear liquid from a tube, and placed them on Jenny’s breasts.

“This may feel odd, Jenny, don’t worry.” He jiggled each cup to fit on her round breasts, then flipped a switch on the machine. Jenny’s body stiffened as the cups began a gentle sucking motion on her breast and nipples. Her back arched involuntarily and she was glad for the straps holding her body down.

“Well, lets just let the run as we go through the pelvic exam.” Jenny opened her eyes wide once again. The straps could hide her body responding, but now Dr. Ryan would see how wet her pussy had gotten during the breast exam. And how much wetter she was getting as the machine gently sucked on her sensitive titties.

Dr. Ryan removed the robe that had been lying over Jenny’s lap. He took in her bound, writhing, tan, taut body for a second. He loved his job. He could see the glistening pearls of moisture on her pink pussy, and smiled.

“Ok, Jenny, I’ll just begin with the external exam.” Dr. Ryan pulled his stool between Jenny’s wide apart legs and pulled on a fresh pair of gloves. Her pussy was wet and glistening, and when he placed his fingers on her fat outer lips, he saw an extra spurt of moisture. Jenny quietly moaned again, and Dr. Ryan smiled as he lost count of how many times she had tried to conceal her arousal. He ran his fingers down both sides of her fat pussy lips, then pulled them apart to reveal her pink inner lips. He gently palpated both sides, before moving up to her clit. He placed his index finger on her clit carefully and she moaned, louder.

Jenny couldn’t believe the electric shocks she was feeling from Dr. Ryan’s examination. It had been so long since she had felt this turned on. As the breast machine gently pulled on her engorged tits and nipples, he had placed his index finger right on her clit, and then had pulled up her clit hood and massaged Starzbet Güncel Giriş her clit carefully to make sure nothing was amiss. She couldn’t help but notice how well everything was working, and hoped against hoped that he couldn’t hear her soft moans over the sucking of the breast machine.

Dr. Ryan stopped massaging her clit, and slid two fingers down Jenny’s slit into her pussy. He carefully massaged the inside of her vagina as he pressed his other hand down on her pubic mound, feeling her internal organs. He could feel her fleshy g-spot, and gave carefully attention to palpating it, hearing Jenny moan when he hit the center. Feeling nothing abnormal, he withdrew his fingers.

Jenny was almost at the edge of an orgasm before Dr. Ryan withdrew his fingers and flexed her hips again the straps restraining her.

“Are you still doing ok, Jenny?” Dr. Ryan asked. “You seem.. anxious.”

“Yes Dr. Ryan,” Jenny moaned. “This is just an intense exam.”

“Well I will be gentler. I don’t want you ill at ease.” Dr. Ryan chuckled to himself. It was a perfectly normal reaction for women to get a little turned on during exams by an attractive male doctor, and he enjoyed trying to toe that line.

“Next we will do the external exam. Before that, I’ll complete the breast exam.” Dr. Ryan reached over to the breast machine and turned the intensity up to high. Jenny gasped as the cups sucked even harder and involuntarily bucked her hips against the straps.

“Ohh!” She shuddered, as her pussy gushed. “OHHHH!!!”

Dr. Ryan ignored her reaction and professionally slipped back between her legs. He carefully prepared a speculum, and traced the index finger of his free hand through her slit, sliding it knuckle deep into her pussy. He hooked his finger and drug it across her g-spot before teasing her clit. He pinched her clit as he thrust the speculum into her pussy.

Jenny screamed as her body exploded into orgasm. The metal thrusting deep into her pussy while Dr. Ryan massaged her clit, and the breast machine sucked her delicate nipples, were all too much for her to handle.

Dr. Ryan opened the speculum as wide as he could while massaging Jenny’s clit. He watched her cervix pulse.

“Well Jenny, everything looks good, you are very healthy.” He withdrew the speculum as Jenny lay back gasping. He carefully removed the breast cups and began unbuckling the straps that held her body bound.

“The office will send you the results for your breast examination, although I don’t anticipate anything abnormal. Come back to see me anytime.”

Jenny heaved a deep breath. “Thanks Dr. Ryan.”

She lay still for a few minutes before dressing and walking back out into the reception area.

“Hi,” she said to the receptionist.

“Oh Jenny, I’m so sorry, you must have been waiting for so long!” The receptionist shuffled her papers around sheepishly.

“What? No, I just had my exam with Dr. Ryan, it went fine,” Jenny said quizzically. The receptionist gave her an odd look.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible.. Dr. Ryan has been with an emergency patient for the last hour. I’m not sure what..”

Jenny had already run out the door, hoping to catch up with her mystery doctor. She just wanted to make sure her next appointment was with him.

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