Catherine Ch. 01

Big Dick

Hello, my name is Catherine and I am 30 years old. I am a beautiful natural blonde with an athletic body and a firm ass and breasts. My height is 5’5 and I weigh 130 lbs. I am originally from the United Kingdom and moved to Boston, Massachusetts to earn my education and never returned home after graduating. I have been married to my husband Michael for five years and we have two beautiful children together. A boy and a girl ages four and two.

My husband and I live in a good sized modern four bedroom house in a suburban town outside of Boston, Massachusetts. I have a good middle management job at a bank in the city and my husband does very well for himself financially as a successful contractor.

Before my husband and I got together I was a wild girl. I loved to party and I always acted on my urges whether it be substances or men. I am absolutely beautiful and I could always get any man I have ever wanted and also whatever I wanted from them. Pretty much I was no virgin by the time my husband and I met and he had no issues with that.

I was hitched by my husband because he was handsome, funny, had a good sized penis, he knew how to pleasure me, and most of all he could take care of me financially. We also had an unbelievable sex life and he was never jealous of my sexual past or the fact that the majority of my past relationships have been with black men. At first I believe he assumed he was getting a proper British woman probably because of my uptight British mannerisms, but he didn’t realize it at first that us Europeans are far more liberal about our sexuality than Americans. At the same time he enjoyed my sexuality and sometimes joked with me that I deserved a medal for my dick sucking skills.

From the outside looking in we had the perfect marriage and the perfect suburban life, but things had become too ordinary and routine for me. After five years of marriage and two children I had become bored and sexually frustrated. My husband is handsome and we have a decent sex life after all these years together, but I don’t have the same eagerness to have sex with him like I use to. I believe part of that is because I have always been more sexually attracted to black men.

Recently, I had become extremely anxious and restless with my daily routine at home with my husband and children. I just got out of work and picked up the children from daycare like I do everyday and headed home. My husband arrived home just minutes before I did and helped me grab the children out of my BMW X5.

When we both entered our house Michael could tell there was something different about my attitude, but he just shrugged it off and we both went about our routine. I cooked dinner for the family and after a little play time with antalya escort the children we put the children to bed. After such a long day at work and catering to my husband and children I was dying for a glass of wine and a cigarette.

After putting the children to sleep Michael and I retired to our bedroom. He immediately hopped onto our bed and turned on the television while I immediately went for my pack of Marlboro Lights in the night stand. I then walked onto our bedroom balcony and took a seat on the patio furniture. I took a sip of red wine and placed the cigarette between my lips. I then flickered the lighter and inhaled the smoke deep into my lungs.

Michael noticed how stressed I was so he decided to join me on the balcony. Michael came up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders. I took another deep drag of my all white Marlboro Light and blew out a nice stream of smoke into the air. “What’s the matter Hun?” Michael asked.

I sat in silence for a few seconds before building up the courage to speak “Darling, I love you more than anything in this world and I am grateful for everything you have given and provided for me, but I just don’t know if this life is for me anymore.”

“What do you mean Catherine? We have children together. You cannot just pack up your belongings and leave!” Michael demanded

I took a final drag of my cigarette and stubbed it out while blowing the smoke out of my mouth. I then responded “Michael, I’m not going to quit being a mother to our children. I am always going to be here, but I am just bored with our life together and I need more excitement in my life.”

Michael responded “Catherine, you’re being ridiculous. I give you everything, what more can you possibly want?”

I took a deep breath and grabbed Michael by the hands and looked him in his eyes. I began to tear and said “Darling, I don’t know the easiest way to say this. I’m sorry and ashamed, but I am having an affair.”

Before I could say anything else Michael cut me off and got up out of his chair. He then gave me a disgusted look and said “You’ve always been nothing but a whore. I’m disgusted.” He then walked back into our bedroom, grabbed his pillow from the bed, and went to sleep in the spare room in our house leaving me alone in our bedroom.

I began to tear up a little bit more. I knew Michael was heart broken and did not want me in his sight so I left him be. I felt ashamed for cheating on the father of my children, but my lust for black cock was too strong.

I finished my glass of red wine and then lit up my second Marlboro Light of the evening on our balcony and decided to text the man I have been cheating on my husband with antalya escort bayan Robert.

Robert was a black man and 27 years old. He is dark and handsome. He also has an athletic ripped body, which is exactly my preference in men. He works at another branch of the same bank we both work at, which is also where we met.

I texted Robert “So, I told my husband about us.”

Robert replied “Well I hope he is not taking it too hard. Anyways Catherine, there is no pressure from my end on you leaving your marriage. I just want you to make the decision you feel is best for you and your family.”

“Darling, I just couldn’t hide it anymore. The guilt within me was too strong and I needed to confess. I love my lifestyle with him, but I need a change as well. I have absolutely no intentions of ending our romance. I am going to get some sleep. Be ready for tomorrow because I cannot wait to see you tomorrow and have you fill me deep with that lovely long and black cock of yours. Goodnight!”

Robert texted me good night and I went to sleep in my marital bed alone. I woke up the next morning and Michael had gone to work and as expected he left without saying a word. I decided to call in sick from work. Soon after I called Robert and asked him to take the day off as well so we could spend the day together.

I dropped the children off at daycare. I called Robert up to inform him I was on my way and asked if he wanted a coffee. He accepted my offer and after stopping at Starbucks I drove directly over to Robert’s apartment. I pulled up to his apartment and walked to his front door with two cups of coffee and my pack of Marlboro Lights in hand. Robert answered the door shirtless flashing off his ripped abs. I then lifted my Louis Vuitton sunglasses off of my eyes and on to the top of my head and kissed him passionately.

Robert then asked “What has gotten into you this morning?”

I replied “Darling, I’m just feeling extremely down and guilty for what I have done to my marriage, but sexually you’re exactly what I need and I need you by my side today to support me.”

Robert just replied “I understand and I am here for you hun.”

Robert lead me to the couch in his living room. I then curled up next to him and started rubbing his chest and abs. “I’m under so much stress right now Robert and I need you to fuck me good.”

I then took my hands and started to rub his 8.5 inches of black cock on the outside of his sweat pants. After Robert became rock hard I pulled his pants down to around his knees and said “Darling, I want you to listen good! I need you to fill me deep with this lovely black cock of yours and you better do it right.” I then opened escort antalya my mouth wide and put his long black dick into my mouth placing it down my throat. Robert then grabbed my shinny blonde hair gliding his dick in and out of my mouth while I sucked it to the best of my abilities. Sucking dick is something I’ve always enjoyed and something I’ve always taken pride in, which is why I’ve been told by every man I’ve ever given head to that no other girl could suck a dick better than me. So, I knew if I kept on sucking his lovely black cock he was going to bust his load down my throat not giving me the pleasure to feel every inch of his black cock.

I then pulled his black cock out of my mouth and hopped up on my knees wanting him to fuck me from behind. Robert came up behind me and put his cock right into my white vagina stretching it out. Robert started fucking me romantically and slow. This way my vagina felt every inch of his black cock as it slid in and out of my vagina.

After about five minutes of Robert making love to me the sex became hotter. Robert then pulled my blonde hair lifting my head up. I looked up into the mirror hanging on the wall and seen the completion of his black body fucking my white body from behind. The sight was absolutely sexy and it turned me on even more. I began to fuck him back as he was fucking me from behind. Robert then picked up the speed “OH MY GOD FUCK ME HARDER!” I screamed. Robert then began to fuck me so hard my vagina was numb and stretched. After a few more minutes we both came instantly at the same time as he released his load deep into my vagina. I didn’t mind him blowing his load inside of me because I was on birth control.

I collapsed from my knees and laid down on the couch on my stomach while Robert laid on top of me out of breath. He laid there for a few minutes catching his breath and I could feel his black cock getting soft inside of me. He then got up and got some towels for me to clean off with.

After catching my breath I reached for my pack of Marlboro Lights and asked “Mind if I have a cigarette?” Robert agreed to let me have a much needed after sex cigarette. We layed down together on his couch and after blowing out a stream of smoke I said “Darling, you’re so sexy and sex with you is absolutely amazing. I am so mesmerized by your black cock I will never get rid of you!”

I stayed at Robert’s house a few more hours. I made us some lunch and we talked about how amazing and sexy we both were. We even had sex one more time that afternoon before I told him I had to leave and pick up my children from daycare and go home. I did not want to leave Robert’s side, but I still had my priorities. Robert walked me to the door. We both kissed each other passionately again and said our goodbyes hugging each other tight.

I left Robert’s house and drove to the daycare to pick up my children. After grabbing the children I drove directly home and settled the children in the living room. I then waited for the arrival of my husband Michael as I wondered what the future of my marriage held.

Breaking the Law

Babes

It had been a particularly long shift at the diner, I was tired, grubby, hot and horny and still had a 40 minute drive home.

As I drove the familiar route home my thoughts wandered to the hot shower waiting for me at home and my hands strayed to my bare thighs now showing under my skirt which had ridden up in the seat. The seat feeling cold against my hot skin gave me goose bumps as I continued to stroke just inside my thighs. Switching the car to cruise control I parted my legs slightly and ran my fingers across my panty clad pussy feeling the moisture already beginning to appear.

I gasped as I ran a nail across my clit still hidden under my panties and felt the familiar throb of an impending orgasm. Without thinking I quickly pulled over in to a layby and killed the engine and lights, this wasn’t going to wait another 30 minutes.

My hand snaked back between my legs pulling my panties to one side, my fingers sliding easily inside me as my excitement gathered momentum. Ripping open my blouse I exposed my bare breasts pinching my nipples tight as my fingers worked their magic inside my pussy. Thumb pushed hard on my throbbing clit I was panting now, groaning in to the night air.

My orgasm was building so fast I didn’t notice the patrol car pulling in behind me, riding my fingers harder now my orgasm, just there on the edge, and just as I went over the edge moaning my orgasm to the night air, I heard a knock on my window and a voice say “could you step out of the car please madam”.

As I came down, my foggy brain realised the Patrolman was still izmir escort standing there waiting for me to get out of the car. I realised he had just witnessed me cum right there in my car and the sight had clearly had an effect on him given the large bulge in his trousers. As I got out of the car I realised there was no hiding my ripped open shirt and ridden up skirt and I must have looked a wanton sight to anyone driving past at that point.

I tried to cover up the best I could and with a flushed face started to apologise for my behaviour. The Patrolman just looked at me and in a calm and controlled voice told me to move to the front end of my car and wait there. I assumed he had gone back to his patrol car to run my registration plate but instead he moved his car up to park next to mine but obscuring the front end of mine from the road.

As he got out of his car it was clear that the sight of me masturbating in my car was still having an effect on him and I could clearly see the outline of his cock through his uniform trousers.

He walked over to me standing by my car and asked me if I did this kind of thing often. I said no of course not and that this was a one off and wouldn’t happen again. He looked at me and smiled, said he didn’t believe me and I now had two choices in how the matter of my public indecency could be dealt with.

The first was a fine for an amount he knew I’d never be able to afford so was forced to ask what option two would be.

He again looked at me standing there trying to hold escort izmir my shirt together across my hard erect nipples, moved forward slightly and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. When he took his hand away and lifted his fingers it was clear from my juices on his fingers that I was still ready for more and that if he hadn’t arrived when he did would have made myself cum again…

The second option he said was for him to deliver his own punishment right there on the roadside but that I would have to take whatever he gave me until he was satisfied that I wouldn’t do it again.

Well I didn’t have that kind of money and was scared what he might have in mind but given little choice I opted for option two. Excellent he said then let us begin…

Let’s start by getting rid of that ripped shirt he said as he tugged it off my shoulders, I want to see your breasts you weren’t shy earlier. Standing in front of him now my naked breasts exposed to the air, I could feel them pucker and grow erect in the cold air and under his gaze. He reached forward and pinched them rolling them between his fingers making me suck in my breath. He moved me back until my legs were against the hood of my car tipping me back slightly then lifted me so my bottom was just sitting on the cool metal, spreading my legs as he did, positioning himself between them he bought his mouth down on my nipple, sucking and grazing the bud with his teeth. I could feel his cock hard and throbbing against my leg as his mouth worked between each nipple making izmir escort bayan me moan with the sensations he was causing.

As he pulled his head from my nipple a sudden glint in his eyes made my heart quicken and I held my breath. I appear to be doing all the work he said, let’s see how good you are at paying off your fine as he pulled me to my feet. As he opened his trousers and pulled out his hard cock he pushed me down to my knees in front of him. He was magnificent and I opened my mouth willingly taking him deep in to my throat, swirling my tongue up and down his shaft, massaging his balls with my hands. I could feel him growing more in my mouth as I used all my skills to pleasure him. I wanted to taste him and could feel he was getting close but before I could finish he pulled away and pulled me to my feet.

Spinning me round he pushed me down over the hood of my car, nipples pressed hard in to the cool metal, kicking my legs wide apart his hands came between my legs, fingers sliding easily inside my wet pussy as he smacked my up turned bottom making me squeal. Ask me to fuck you he growled at me as his fingers worked their magic in my hot pussy and his thumb danced on my clit.

Please fuck me I spluttered through each smack to my stinging bottom I promise not to break the law again..

Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore I felt his thick cock stretching the entrance to my wet tight pussy, slowly easing his length inside me, deeper and deeper until I was impaled on his cock. He squeezed my stinging bottom cheeks as he began to thrust in and out of me, fucking me in long hard strokes, bringing me closer and closer to the edge before slowing down savouring my fall in to debauchery as I begged him to fuck me more.

As the fog descended, my orgasm came in great waves and I cried out in to the still night as my Patrolman shuddered and came deep inside me…

Awakening of Fannie Ch. 14

Amateur

Orgasm denial is used to drive a slave over the edge! Fannie begins her slut/slave test.

Day 6

“Rise and shine sleepy head!”

Oh, leave me alone. Can’t I get just one more hour of sleep? Master X kept me up very late last night trying to get in more training. My pussy is still a little sore from the workout that he gave it. You see he was trying to expand my vaginal opening to see just how much I will be able to take. He started out by using average sized dildos on me and gradually worked his way up to a point that I could take his entire fist! It took some time but I think that it will work out for me in the end. You never know what your Master might decide to stick inside of you!

“C’mon! This is your big day. Master is going to take you into the city for your test today. We only have an hour or so before he returns and you have to be ready!”

Shit! That was Heidi’s voice. I have my slave test today! I will have to prove to Master X that I can be a good and proper slave in the real world. I don’t know what he will do to me if I fail. Possibly call my husband “S” and have him come and get me a day early. Oh that would be so embarrassing! It cost $10,000.00 for my week of training and if I am not a well-trained slut and slave for him when I return home than maybe he will just look for another and pass me on to someone else!

I jumped up out of bed as soon as I realized what was going on.

“There now that’s a good girl! I’ll help you get ready so that you can leave when Master gets back. He said that he was going to take you to Manhattan to do some shopping and see some acquaintances. He didn’t give me any details but he did say that you will be tested. I’m sure that you will do fine but I must tell you that not every slave candidate makes it through.” Heidi said as she took my hand and walked me naked to the bathroom.

“Now get yourself ready. Master said that you can remove your butt plug for the day. Just clean it so that it will be ready when you return. He also told me what you will be wearing and I’ll have your clothes laid out on your bed when you are done with your shower.” Heidi left me in the bathroom and went back to her chores.

Even though my ass is getting used to the plug it is still HUGE and takes some effort to remove. I pulled and twisted it until it fell out with a “Plop”. It left an empty void inside of my rectum and I could feel cool air rushing in which told me that my sphincter did not close completely right away.

I sat on the toilet and forced out a good shit before jumping into the shower where I paid special attention to cleaning my pussy and ass. Afterwards I shaved my legs and pubic stubble until I was silky smooth all over.

I wrapped a towel around myself as I left the bathroom to head back to my bedroom. I don’t know why I covered myself. Modesty is not an issue here in the mansion and there isn’t anyone that would be inside that hasn’t already seen me naked several times. I guess that it is just a natural instinct.

I found that Heidi had laid my clothes out on the bed as she said that she would and I was a little surprised that they were a bit more conservative than I would have expected, seeing that this was supposed to be a test for someone training to be a slut. There was a nice dress with a flower pattern. The hemline appeared that it would fall to just below the knee and the neckline was modest to show little to no cleavage. There was a pair of full cut cotton panties. They were powder blue in color and appeared inexpensive as they were of a thin material without a liner in the front. Next was a matching bra followed by white cotton socks and a pair of black pumps for my feet.

I put on my clothes and heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Walking in I found Heidi setting our breakfast on the table.

“Don’t you look sweet! If I didn’t know you better I would have thought that you were a school teacher or something.” She giggled. “How does it feel to wear clothes again?”

“Actually it feels kind of strange. I have things touching parts of my body that haven’t in a week! Not what I would expect to wear on Fifth Avenue.”

“I have a feeling that there is a little more to it if diyarbakır escort I know Master X!” She said.

We both laughed as we ate our breakfast. As I was finishing my last bite I started thinking about the test and it worried me a bit.

“Heidi, how do I know that I will pass the test or even make it as a slave?”

“Oh don’t you worry. You will be fine!” She answered as she cleared the table.

“But what If I can’t do what he tells me to do? What if I make a mistake?”

“Just remember that if you truly want to be a good slave all you have to do is just what you are told. If you always obey your Master without question and without regard for what the task may be than you can’t go wrong! Do what you are told. That’s all.”

“Thank you. I feel much better now,”

“As I told you before, slavery is freedom! You will never have to worry about the problems of everyday life. Your Master will make all of your decisions for you so that you will have no more headaches. Just do as he says and keep him happy and he will take good care of you. Besides, the sex is great!” She said as she took my hand and pulled me back to the bathroom.

She helped me with my hair and makeup just in time for Master X to return home. As he entered the hallway Heidi and I dropped to our knees and lowered our heads to greet him in the slave’s “present” position.

“Up, my slaves. Let me look at you.” He said as he came closer.

Heidi and I both stood. Heidi was wearing her slave dress as usual but it was clear that he wanted to check out my dress. I felt a bit uncomfortable as I didn’t really feel sexy enough for him in this dress even though he picked it out for me.

“Very nice. Just the effect that I was looking for. Are we ready to go?” he asked me.

“Yes Master.”

“OK let’s go. The car is still running outside.”

I followed him out the door and turned to give Heidi a quick wave as I left. She was smiling back at me and blew me a kiss as the door closed behind me. Master opened the passenger door and let me in like a gentleman. I was a little surprised by that and it made me feel a bit more at ease. There was a towel for me to sit on which puzzled me a bit but I was certain that it would serve some purpose later. He jumped in the driver’s seat and we drove through the heavy gates and they closed behind us. This is the first time that I have been off of the property in almost a week and it felt good to be back out in the world again.

We drove in silence for a time as my mind started to wander. I began to think of my situation and about some of the things that I have gone through since arriving at the estate. Master has been increasingly training me to be a slut with sex almost around the clock. Once he thought that my slave training was coming along he focused more on making me able to accept my Master in any hole and at any time that he desired.

As of last night I was required to orgasm within one hour of the last one. I would be ordered to use various techniques for the sake of variety. They ranged from a straight fuck by Will, our handyman, to masturbating at the table before dinner. I have a hard time lasting any longer than that before my vagina begins to twitch and I have to give it some attention. I haven’t had an orgasm since last night and my mind is focused entirely on this as my pussy begins to tingle.

I haven’t mentioned my dilemma to Master as I don’t know how he will react but I am finding it hard to concentrate on anything else as I am feeling a strange ache within my loins. As we wind down the country road and turn onto the onramp of the highway I found myself wedging my hands down between my legs pushing the material of my skirt down with them. My hands are pressed firmly against my crotch as my legs close tightly to add pressure in hopes of relieving my distress.

Do you see me Master? I need your attention! Please allow me to speak. Please look at me! Don’t you see my legs shaking in and out?

“Is something the matter, slave?”

Oh, thank God!

“Yes Master. You were gone so long this morning. I waited for you. I didn’t cheat!”

My words sounded escort diyarbakır a little crazy so If Master didn’t understand it would only make sense. He looked at me puzzled and then a sly smile came upon his face. The bastard knew what he was doing all along. He was teasing me until I couldn’t take it any longer!

“Master, I haven’t cum since last night and I thought that you might have forgotten about me. I’ve been good. I didn’t cheat.”

“Oh so you have to cum do you?” He laughed. “I can tell by the look on your face that you have been good so I will allow it. First I want you to pull your skirt up so that your panties are on the towel.”

I raised my ass up off of the seat and flipped the skirt back from under my ass.

“Now raise it up around your waist. I want the new panties that I bought for you to be in plain view.”

I bunched the skirt up around my waist exposing my new powder blue panties. Looking down at them I could see a small wet spot at the base of my cunt giving away the fact that it was already aroused. It made a distinct dark blue spot on an otherwise light fabric. I hope that Master isn’t upset that I have stained his new gift!

“We are still a long way from New York City and will be driving a good couple of hours so what do you say that we play a game?”

“Yes Master.” I couldn’t care less about any “game” just as long as I can cum.

“Here is how this will work. First you must put your seat back just a bit. Good. Now open your legs a bit. Wider, I want to see you work. Much better! Now this is what you must do. You will close your eyes and when we pass an exit ramp I will allow you to masturbate. If we come to another before you orgasm then you must stop immediately and put your hands behind your head locking your fingers together. When we get to the next you will start again. If you cheat or I think that you have not stopped quickly enough than you will not be allowed to cum for the rest of the day. Understood?”

“Yes Master.”

“Your new panties will remain on and you will not be able to make contact with your cunt. I will be watching and if you violate these rules you will lose the game and also any chance that you will have to orgasm.”

I sat and looked at my surroundings. I am sitting in the passenger seat of a moving car with my legs spread as wide as possible and my bright blue panties are in plain view of anyone passing by in a vehicle high enough to look down. The traffic was quite heavy and I didn’t have any doubt that someone would eventually see me in action. This did nothing to stop my pussy from becoming even more aroused!

“GO!”

I put my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes. My hand slowly moved down to my pussy as my middle finger found the valley between my outer labia and rested there. I could immediately feel the small wet spot with my finger tip as I slowly slid my finger north and south within. Oh it felt so good!

“Ahhhhhhh” I’m sure that Master heard that but I couldn’t hold back.

I shouldn’t have any trouble bringing myself off before we get to the next exit as they have been a great distance apart up until now so I have plenty of time to do things slowly. Running my finger up and down my slit I could feel the material working between the folds of my pussy. I started to give it a bit more effort as time went on using all four fingers of my right hand and applying a bit my pressure. The lubricant in my pussy was spreading as the stain grew a little larger. I knew that I was making a mess of my new panties but it didn’t matter to me. I was going to cum soon!

“STOP!”

Oh shit! I wasted too much time!

I quickly brought my hands behind my head and locked my fingers together. My legs were still spread wide apart and I knew that Master could see the growing wet spot on my new panties. It felt to me as though that exit came up much faster than the previous ones but I chalked it up as just a fluke. The next one will allow me enough time to finish. I wasn’t too far away from cumming this last time! Again, we drove in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

“GO!”

Oh God! I must pay diyarbakır escort bayan attention. I reached down and could tell right away that my panties are even more wet than when I last stopped. I started to rub much harder and faster now. I’m not going to get caught off guard this time. I will cum for sure! Mmmmmm! Here I go. Just a few more minutes.

“STOP!”

FUCK! What the hell is going on here? I didn’t even get a chance to get worked up properly and he stopped me again. You little devil. Are you trying to drive me crazy? Well you are! I can feel my breathing getting a little heavy as I anticipate my next opportunity. I won’t let you beat me this time! I’m cumming and that’s that!

“Go!”

OK I must hurry! It’s so much harder when you can’t actually touch yourself. I would love to put a finger or two inside of me right now. Finger? Hell, I want to bury my whole hand! Oh yeah. That’s a good girl. It’s getting close now. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.

“STOP!”

Nooooooooo! I was so fucking close. You are driving me nuts! You evil fucking prick! Let me cum! Let me cum! Ohhhhhhhhh! I’m almost there. I am moaning and I know that he can hear me. He is probably laughing at me inside. You sadistic bastard! I hate you! I fucking hate you!

“GO!”

Oh thank you Master! I won’t let you down this time. Oh my. My panties are getting much more wet. My fluid is leaking through the fabric causing the outside to become silky and slippery. Mmmmmmm. Feels good! I can feel my fingers getting wet. I want to taste them but I don’t know if that would be allowed. Better not. Just pick up the pace stupid! You’re almost there. Almost there! Almost…………

“Stop.”

I can’t take it anymore! I can feel my pussy pulsing as I’m as hot as I’ve ever been. He has denied me my orgasm time after time and I get more aroused with each turn. My legs are spread wide open on a public highway and I don’t know how many drivers have looked inside and watched as I furiously worked my panty covered pussy! I suddenly got nervous when it dawned on me that we were eventually going to arrive in the city and I might not get another chance to cum today. That would drive me mad!

I am so hot right now that I am sure that if he pulled over and had me lean against a guard rail and masturbate my exposed pussy facing traffic then I would! In a heartbeat! I don’t care. I have to cum! I will cum the next time or else!

“GO!”

I put my hand on my wet panties and rubbed hard in an up and down motion. I began to use more force as I started to change to a patting motion. This was quickly increased to what can only be described as spanking. I was actually spanking my own cunt! Each time that I made contact it would make a ‘splat” type of sound from the wetness of my panties. Anyone driving by would have probably thought that I had gone crazy as I paddled my pussy with my open hand with a vengeance. I am going to cum this time and I don’t care how I do it!

“Oh God! Oh Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Finally!

A loud low groan came from deep in my throat. It was a sound that I have never made before and I am sure that anyone that could hear it would have thought that I was in immense pain when just the opposite was true! I have never felt this good in my life!

I came as my pelvis bucked up off of the seat. My legs spread as wide as I could get them and my hot cunt began to spasm. Wave after wave came over me as I had lost control of my actions and my body thrashed wildly! All of the waiting. All of the denials that Master put me through paid off as I let go. I could literally feel the juice from inside of my pussy slowly flow from my body drenching my panties.

It took an eternity for me to finally come down. I was breathing heavy with my head back and eyes still closed. My hand was still rubbing my pussy when I slowly opened my eyes. I turned my head toward Master X and he was looking over at me with a broad smile on his face. I smiled back and sighed. No one has ever made me feel this way. I love this man!

We continued to drive as I sat next to my Master. I have already had the best orgasm in my life and we are just starting out. My slave test has just begun!

New York City, here we come!

Continued…………….

(I hope that you are enjoying these stories of Fannie’s slut/slave training and will be back to read on about her long day being tested. Thank you all again for your support and I hope that you will keep the emails coming. I love hearing from you!)

The Old, The Fat and the Saggy

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*My works are experiments in sexual language and creative endeavor. Please do not take it literally. It is not meant to be porn*

I look upon the eyes of youth and the old, fat and saggy body they are contained within. She emerges from the bathroom naked. Her breasts are large and pendulous and lie atop the round spectacle of her belly. My hands scope the streams and rivers of her stretch marks; them telling a thousand stories. Her belly over hangs her mons pubis, letting just enough of her labia be insight. I grit my teeth in anticipation.

We kiss and I run my hands through her red hair, gorgeous. She takes a seat on the bed and grips my cock in her wild lust. She fervently deals me an efficacious blowjob. Twisting and gyrating her hands and head in unison like the dance of Torvill and Dean. My head swings back in ecstasy. I close denizli escort my eyes and renew my senses, as I swing back and take in the exquisite sight of her again.

I stop her and motion that she take up position on the bed on all fours. I spread the arse cheeks of her cumbersome rear and reveal the beauty of her reverse tear-drop. Her lips, all pink and gray, compound upon my senses. I stare into her with static desire. I am harder than English oak.

I tell her to spread her arse cheeks with both hands and she does. I dive in. My nose enters her arsehole and my tongue her vagina, deep and dark. I devour her hole with my tongue licking and sucking at the delicious goo of her cunt. I move my nose into her pussy and use my tongue on the clit. The odour of her rank stench is memorable like the denizli escort bayan beauteous smell of petrol. An unknown ability to draw in your senses and keep you addicted like no other.

I remove my face from her depths. I am still connected to her; her juice leaves a trail. I lick and taste. I suck and drink. I hear and feel the vibrations of her moans.

I stand back and stare at the gorgeous sight of her open arse. I hold my cock in my hand and tug a few. I then slide up into her and watch as my penis is devoured by the endless abyss. Her tunnel grips my penis. Its satin embrace warps and sucks me dry. I feel the urge, that moment of death.

I must stop.

I stand back gasping in ecstasy staring at my prize. She smiles at my lustful gaze. She moves onto her back and I enter escort denizli her missionary. I watch as my cock enters and is engulfed by her beautiful lips. I smell her cunt once more, moving me ever close to the precipice of my orgasm.

I kiss her. She tells me she wants my load inside her. She wants my sticky hot wax to fill her. She wants to feel her insides be brimming with my juice. I spread her pussy whilst I fuck. I open her labia like a flower and she sprays her nectar upon me. I feel the rupture. She has done something to me. I must feel that little death.

My body falls forward in the agony of my ecstasy. The embodiment of my sexual being brings forth the essence of my humanity. There is a fanfare that explodes in my mind. I am pulsed with static charges as my body is paralysed. She eggs me on.

Her face is a wondrous sight. Her breasts are flopped to her sides. I bury my face amongst them as I open the valve. The fire of our sex is extinguished by the torrential pour of my hose. We pant sweat and our bodies smoke. She wants more and takes to clean my cock, her mouth doing a job like that expected of a machine.

This is a landscape that I will return.

Earning the Name Spermbank

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With the courage I managed to muster up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was the perfect slut, and nobody could convince me otherwise. The mascara was perfect, my black hair was straight, and my red lips were drizzled in cum. My tongue dropped over it and licked it all up, and I gave a high-pitched, playful laugh. It tasted horrible, but the fact that it was my own cum and that the desire was still in me even after releasing it turned me on even further. I was in a sexual frenzy, and nobody was here to quench my thirst. I sure wasn’t going to jack off again, I was going to the gay bar. After ensuring all of the semen was off of my lips and watching myself swallow it, I grabbed my purse and left the house.

When I arrived at the club, I saw nothing but other men here for multiple intentions. Some were here to find relationships, some were here for a good time in general, and some here for casual sex. Consider me the latter. Something in me gave me good talking skills, and I was able to get just about any gay man alone or unfaithful to crawl into my bed or ravish me in the alleyway. Although that was my common activity here, I felt more inspired to try something… different.

Sitting at the bar, I looked around for others here alone, and already I found not far from me a man in a plaid shirt and khakis, so I approached him.

“You’re in the wrong place if you’re trying to hit on men,” he greeted.

“I wasn’t coming over to hit on you,” I countered, sitting in the empty seat to his adjacent right. “But I could anyway, I’m not a girl.”

“That so? Could’ve convinced me otherwise,” he put off, then looked towards the dance floor.

“Anything worth sharing happen today?” I ask him, hoping to provoke any bit of conversation.

“No, though this limited time only Gone Ghoul drink definitely is hitting the spot,” he replied.

“Right,” I said half-mindedly, looking towards the door, seeing what I feared I heard: a few gentlemen in either flannel or jackets standing in front of a raised truck with Realtree touches. I hopped from my seat and sped toward the back door, then rushed around the building and saw the three standing in front, seeming to wait for more manpower. The truck was louder than I ever heard, pouting black smoke into the night sky.

The door was at the northwest corner of the building, right next to a dark alleyway I crept along, and they stood right in front of the door. Finally I emerged from the alley and reached the man closest to me.

“What are you three doing?” I inquired.

“Oh hey there, you’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” he drew, and the other two looked over suspiciously.

“More than you know, douchebag. Come back here with me, and I’ll show you,” I subtly threatened.

“Can’t sweetheart, I’m on a mission,” he said.

“Which is what?”

“Which is none of your business, surely you aren’t worried about these queers.”

“I think you should definitely come back here now.”

“I said no, lady, what’s your problem?”

“I wasn’t asking,” I snapped, imperiously. The second man began to pull a gun, but my .357 was already loosely in my purse, and I aimed it at him before he could fully raise it. “Drop it, scum, kocaeli escort I’ll shut down your whole little operation.” Reluctantly, he did. The feeling was exhilarating, I’d never flagged anyone before. Of course, I didn’t show it, though. The three looked to each other in confusion.

“Fine, we’ll leave,” they agreed.

“No, you two will leave,” I directed, pointing to the furthest two. I pointed then at the first. “You’re coming back here with me.” They glanced at each other for a few moments, then the second one spoke.

“We’re not leaving ‘im to die.”

“He’s not going to die, silly. I would only like to… open his mind a little,” I commanded, and slowly the other two climbed into the truck and drove it away. “Let’s go.”

We walked a short way down the alleyway and I took him behind one of the dumpsters. The entire time he was asking repetitive questions and threatening me not to kill him, but I ignored all of his queries. Finally I pushed him against the brick wall and grasped his collar, then began kissing him aggressively. At first he resisted, then he held up his end and kissed back. He tried to twist so that he was in the dominant position, but I didn’t let him. I was stronger than he was, anyway, I work my ass off and go to the gym several times a week. He couldn’t resist the temptation to begin feeling me up, and I allowed it. I liked it, a lot. His hands went from my shoulders down my sides, and tightly onto my ass. I unbuckled his pants and fumbled with his manhood, which was becoming erect.

“Yeah, you fucking like that?” I hissed.

“Hell yeah, your ass is perfect,” he moaned.

“I sure am glad I can turn you on,” I said as I pulled his denim pants a small ways down and made the boxers follow. I dropped to me knees lustfully and admired his cock. There was no denying how nice this specimen was: eight inches, veiny, and just delicious looking. I caressed my right hand along his upper inner thigh, working my way to his balls, as my left hand grasped the shaft at the base. I moved it slowly back and forth, admiring it from every angle. I let it rest on my face for his viewing pleasure, then licked a line from the base to the tip. This thing was rock solid now, yet he was speechless. I was rock solid myself, but he didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

After licking the head for a moment, I finally inserted it into my mouth. Gazing up at him, I saw his face contort in pleasure as my tongue moved around the head, accentuating the sucking I was doing. My head moved back and forth as my lips traveled down the shaft and back up it again. I fondled his balls while doing this for a decent bit of time, slowly feeling them swell.

I dropped my hand, adjusted myself, then asked, “please fuck my face.” He complied, and I felt that hot meat spread my throat and his testes touch my face. Soon, he was not gentle, which was what I was anticipating. I came in my little panties as I struggled to maintain eye contact through this abrupt pleasure. I came so hard, for seven seconds semen shot from my shaft, tainting those undergarments as my own rod convulsed. This was too good not to enjoy, it was too good to be true. I was kocaeli escort bayan a pretty little slut to him, and I was going to swallow his load. After around a minute of this he came, holding my face to his groin and shooting a thick, healthy load down my throat. I came again, this was so fucking good. Slowly I pulled my head back as he was cumming, I wanted to taste some of his precious load.

He was breathing heavily, as his back fell against the wall. His member began to shrink, but I was not finished yet.

“Woah, you’re quitting on me?” I ask. “We’re not done yet,” I commanded as I tugged on his cock some more, and slowly, after playing with him and standing then rubbing my backside against him, he grew hard again. I pushed him against the wall firmly with my backside. Luckily for me, it was dark, and if I played my cards right, he would not know about my little surprise yet. He flipped my short skirt onto my back and poked at my ass, my panties still blocked entry. “I want it in my ass, please.”

He pulled down my panties (which was awesome, I preferred them down than to the side) and poked at my anus. The rod began to slide down on one of the pokes, so I quickly grasped him with my hand and led him into my hole, and he entered. With all of the saliva, it entered smoothly, and filled me with delight. His dick was such a solid shaft. It felt so good inside of me. He thrust gingerly, filling me half-way at first, then a quarter way in three strokes later.

“You don’t have to be so gentle, man, tear me up,” I begged, and he did exactly that. He almost had the attitude of a man doing a quickie, which was strengthened by his belt contacting my thighs which each thrust, though he also seemed grateful. Anyway, he slammed it balls deep into me, and I moaned aloud with pleasure. He reciprocated at a decent pace, though hitting hard, and increasingly sped up. I was loving it, feeling the penis pound my insides. There was just something so pleasurable in having a stranger completely in you, and, goodness, did I mention how good his dick felt? His head had that cushion just over his extremely hard core. At this angle it shoved right into me, feeling my tight grasp on it.

Then I became nervous. His hand was on my abdomen, the other on my waist. The one on the abdomen began to slide up! Would he realize that I lacked breasts? I never took estrogen, I liked using my dick on men almost as much as I enjoyed having them used on me. The point is, I had no breast growth. What would I do? I just had to hope for the best. Sure enough, his hand began to slide downward, which could be even worse. Slowly it pushed further and further down. The pinky finger was the lowest, and it was moving just past my base. A furious blush overtook me. What would happen when he found out? The slapping sound of him pumping me became less existent, and soon the only sound I could hear was my heartbeat.

My fears were realized. His hand reached the base and his hand wrapped around my shaft. He twitched and happened to ejaculate inside of me just as he discovered my secret. I took it in. The semen shooting into me filled my rectum, and more taint occurred in my undergarments. escort kocaeli

Both of us were at a loss for words. I was content. In fact, I was very happy. My fear was that it would not be over before he came in me, but he did cum. As he pulled himself out of me, I turned to face him, and saw the shock on his face. His penis softened gradually and he pulled at his pants hastily, futilely attempting to cover up what he had done.

“Stop,” I commanded, holding my hand up. A smirk took my face, which pushed into a dirty grin. “You know what you did.”

“Don’t… tell anyone, please,” he asked.

“Shh,” I shushed, placing my finger on his lips. “You fucked me. You came in me. You made me cum. Now, I’m going to return the favor,” I explained imperiously. He tried to resist, but I pushed him down onto his own knees, then bent over, and whispered in his ears, “open your mind. Do not resist.”

I pulled my own nine inch cock from under my skirt and pushed it into his mouth. He was in such a state of disbelief that it was surprisingly easy. He started trying to resist but I pushed it all the way in. He choked on it a bit, and I pulled it out. On his fifth cough I shoved it back in, and began reciprocating. It didn’t feel as good for me as it did for him, as I was sucking, and he was not, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t enjoyable at all. I continued in this fashion until he stopped gagging on it and I could finally just reciprocate freely, he stopped fighting. His curly brown hair sprouting from under his trucker hat reminded me of the domineering straight anti-gay man he had been, but now he will see the other side of things. Now he has what he would call dirt on his own hands that will leave a permanent stain, until he realized it wasn’t dirt at all. It took some time, but I finally came into his mouth, and held it shut until he finally swallowed it.

He was in an even stronger state of shock now. I pushed him onto the ground and pulled his ass up to me. He had to lean against the wall to support himself. I pulled his jeans down to reveal his sweaty ass. His anus was hairy as hell. Disgusting. This was a reason I preferred homosexuals rather than turning out. There was more resistance entering him, as not only was there hair but also this was his very first time. When I finally entered substantially, I reciprocated inside of him for several minutes, ignoring his yelps and hoping they weren’t too loud. He didn’t want caught either, his pride would completely disintegrate if anyone knew. Anyways, it was warm in there, and really tight. It felt nice, and I continued this until I came inside, then pulled myself out of him. He was shaking, and I felt pity for him. I pulled his pants back up, buckled his belt for him, then whispered again, “open your mind. Do not resist.” Before walking him to a bench out on the sidewalk where he would sit until his feet touched the ground again.

I reentered the bar, and apparently a few people had seen what I had done, which to them was stopped the prejudiced raid. One bought me a drink after the other, and soon a celebratory orgy broke out in the building between five others and I in a back room. I received all of them that night. So much semen entered and left me I could be called a bank. My face was covered, my throat was filled, my ass was covered and filled, and my arms were sore.

Finally satisfied, I thanked them all and left to go back home, to shower and to sleep, content with myself. Anyways, my name is Frankie Madison, a.k.a. Stephanie Spermbank, and thanks for reading.

Eloise’s Journey

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This is a fictional story. It is written from Eloise’s viewpoint in first person.

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1.

Hello all!! This is Eloise Schmidt.

I haven’t always been Eloise. I was named Brian at my birth. But by age 4, I found I liked to play with my Barbie dolls and wear Wonder Women underwear. I had an older sister (Emma) who loved to have me join her at tea parties and we loved the Disney Princesses.

Fast forward to middle school and sixth grade. I felt awkward in gym class as we changed into athletic wear and then shower in a group afterwards. I tried to get to gym class early to quickly strip and change into my gym clothes and then was slow coming back to the locker room after gym class so to shower without others watching me. I was frequently late to the next class, and had to stay after school a few times for being tardy to my geography class.

I don’t know what happened, but for Christmas one year, my Mom asked ‘What do you want for Christmas Brian?”.

My answer was “Girly Panties”. She said “No, that isn’t appropriate”.

My reply is “Why not? I like dressing like a girl. And maybe some blouses, makeup kit, and shoes”.

So, I got girly clothes and things including ten pairs of pretty pink and pastel panties, two nighties, three blouses to wear at home, the makeup kit and my first ever female shoes for my Christmas. I wore those shoes until they fell apart. From that Christmas on, I have only worn girl / woman underwear / panties. My sister Emma and my Mom helped me with the make-up. TGIF – thank God it’s Friday had a special meaning for me. For Friday night, and most Saturdays and Sundays Eloise came out, and Brian went away.

Mom worked it out with Dad – and the two of them were really understanding. By eighth grade, my hair was long and at home on the weekends, I practiced putting it into different style. When Emma started having periods, I had ‘pretend periods’ and wore a pad in my panties.

By ninth grade, I really was identified as ‘transgender’. I was a male and I ran cross country on the boys team, but in the locker room, I was the ‘girl’ among boys. One day after cross country practice one day, a new kid on the team started to tease me about my pink panties. Mike Ragner, the captain of the team, pulled the new kid over and in very certain terms told him that I was part of the team and that he could like it – or he could quit the team. From that day forward I was ‘protected’ by the team.

Every year I became more feminine. There were some days that I even wore dresses and put my long hair in a girly style. By senior year, when the topic of going off to college came up, I insisted that I was going off to college totally as a female.

2.

My parents and I had ‘the talk’ about transitioning. I had done my homework and understood the process. I would have to get rid of any facial and body hair (and had actually started on this during my senior year with electrolysis). There would be hormones to take, and feminine voice to improve. I was ready. My gender therapist had approved me as a transgender, and I started taking female hormones three weeks before the end of my senior year. To honor my cross country friends, I graduated in ‘boy mode’. That was one of the last times for ‘boy mode’.

I turned 18 in October.

My mom wanted me to know more about female’s bodies. She had walked with me into her bedroom (with my dad’s permission) and stripped to her bra and panties, and then asked me to take off her bra. I was truly in awe of her breasts. Believe it or not, I actually cried out of desire for real breasts just like hers. They were so full, and the nipples were erect as I took off her bra. (Bras were not new to me, as I had worn bras off and on for several years.). She circled her nipples with her fingers and then asked me to do the same. She then asked me to kiss her nipples. I tingled with excitement.

She then had me take off her panties. She wore some very sexy panties from Victoria’s Secret I think. She then sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread out while I looked at her vulva (or as she called it, her pussy). She talked of love, of procreation (that is, the birds and the bees, and of my father fucking her and making Emma and myself). She also talked of female lovers and of ‘eating pussy’ and said that one day I could experience that. [I wasn’t sure, but looking back on this experience, I think there must have been times when Mom enjoyed another woman’s sexual company – and possibly as a three-some with Dad.]

I watched her as she fingered her outer labia lips, circling them gently. She moaned and increased the pressure as I watched. She squeezed one of her breasts while she fingered herself (or, if you will, while she masturbated in front of me). It was very sensual and her motions got faster and faster until she moans and sobbed and reached a climax. I was aroused just watching her. What was maybe the best part of the experience was that when she had reached her orgasm, she had two fingers in her vagina and held them out to me and said “lick samsun escort my fingers”.

I had tasted my cum as a male after masturbating and didn’t like the taste all all. But the juices on her fingers were delicious.

She pulled up her panties and said “Someday Eloise, this will be your experience as a woman. You’ll get to taste or ‘eat’ your girlfriend and she will get to taste or ‘eat’ your pussy juices” She paused and added “I think being a female is a million times better than being a male. I am so excited to be your mother as you go on this journey”.

We hugged after she exposed herself to me.

I never again saw her pussy in that manner again, although she did ‘flash’ her breasts a few times to me in a playful manner.

Dad was a partner in a Big Four Accounting company and that company had a very liberal insurance policy. Most of my transition was going to be covered by insurance (which was important as full transitioning can be expensive).

I had chosen Central State University for college with my parents help. My mom and I had kidded early on that I should join a sorority, but as the summer went on and the hormones kicked in, joining a sorority seemed like a reasonable thing to do. My Mom had been a Delta Zeta, so my first leaning was that direction for a sorority.

Central State allowed first semester freshmen to rush Greek organizations, but could not move into sorority houses until second semester (if space was available). I was on campus a week early for rush and for fall orientation. I visited the Tri-Delt sorority (Delta Delta Delta); Alpha Chi Omega, Kappa Delta and Delta Zeta. All of the sororities knew I was transgender. Alpha Chi Omega was already known as transgender friendly. I talked with the advisor for Delta Zeta who called their National Organization and got the green light to have a transgender woman as a member. There were two local sororities that accepted only lesbian members. Tri-Delt did not have a policy and they seemed to be confused about having transgender women in their sorority house. In the end, I was considered a ‘legacy’ member at Delta Zeta since my mother had been a Delta Zeta, and they extended a bid to me, and I selected them.

Also in this first week before classes started, I made a point of finding all and talking to all my professors. I didn’t want them deadnaming me the first day or class (or ever) by calling the roll looking for Brian Schmidt, not Eloise Schmidt. Yes, my legal name was still Brian, but I was burying that name one day at a time (and one hormone pill at a time). Some faculty were very supportive. I had James Tuttle as my Principles of MacroEconomics professor and he seemed very cold to having a transgender women in his class. While not wanting to judge him, in his office he had pictures of his family – outside of what I thought was a conservative church – with the women in long dresses and the boys in black pants and white shirts.

I did move into a standard dormitory for women. The campus housing staff had done their best to accommodate me. I’m not sure if it was intentional (I thought it was), but campus housing assigned Tamara Perez as my roommate. Tamara was an avowed lesbian. It was a good match.

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During the first week of classes, the many campus organizations had an ‘activity fair’ and you could join any of it seemed like a hundred groups (or more) from chess club, to marketing club, accounting club, university singers, and for Tamara and myself the LGBTQ society. There were four male-to-female (MTF) transgender women in that LGBTQ Society and one going from female to male. Two of the four MTF were seniors, two were juniors and I was the new transgender female and a freshman. One of the seniors was very special to me as she had undergone her vaginoplasty surgery over the summer and was truly female. One of the junior transgender women was still pretty much in the closet and only open at our meetings.

Tamara was also very happy to be associated with fellow lesbian students on campus.

I’d like to add a comment. Some people have the mistaken concept that transgender people are very active sexually. To me (and for most of the transgender women that I have met), that is NOT the case. We are like a fish out of water. We are not males (although we do have the male equipment; we are not yet females). I for one had ‘kind of’ decided that I never wanted a boyfriend and that when that day come, I’d be a lesbian woman. Other transgender women I knew were planning on being bi-sexual. I experienced a great anxiety called gender dysphoria – or the distress or angst from being a female in a man’s body. Even though I had a penis and even though at times I would masturbate to excite myself, I was really LONGING for that day when I had a vagina and the image in my head would match the reality of my body.

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One night when Tamara and I were talking about gender issues, the topic of genitalia came up. Tamara really had never touched a penis and I had only looked at escort samsun my mother’s breasts or pussy once.

Tamara had never seen a penis before, so I pulled down my panties so she could see mine. It was already shriveling a little as the hormones were kicking up the estrogen levels in my body.

She asked “Can I touch it”?

I answered “Yes”.

She gingerly touched my penis, which with her touch had become a little erect.

I said “Watch out. I may reach a climax”.

She asked “Will that hurt you”?

I answered “No. Just rub me up and down a few times”.

Tamara was so enthralled to be touching my penis and was shocked and amazed a minute later when I came.

She asked “Is that normal”?

“Yes, I’m sorry”, I answered.

I quickly added “I hate my penis; I hate what it stands for; I hate being in a boy’s body. I want to be fully female.” I started to cry. I’m not quite sure why, but soon I was bawling for wanting to be a women.

Tamara came to me and said “Don’t cry Eloise. You are getting closer even day. Even I can see how the hormones are changing you. Don’t lose heart”.

I don’t know what happened, but our lips touched and then our tongues found each other in the kiss. It was the kiss of two lesbian girls sharing a dorm room. And … one of those lesbian girls wasn’t quite a girl yet.

We didn’t do anything more that night other than kiss and hug (okay, we did a little more as Tamara’s hands “strayed” over my breasts for a long minute and my hands ‘strayed’ over her breasts for a long minute as well).

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It was two days later that Tamara and I had our first real sex. I wanted to love her as a female loves another female (that is, I guess as lesbians love).

We talked about how to excite her, how to do foreplay, how to approach her pubic area. I had read that women could have multiple orgasms and that was one of our goals for the night, as well as establishing a deep love between us.

It may have one of the best times of my young life. I excited my roommate / lover with kisses all over her body.

I kept asking “Do you like that?”

Things Tamara liked, I kept on doing; things she didn’t like, I didn’t do. After a fair amount of foreplay she begged me to suck her breasts. I had left her bra and panties on, and I unhooked her bra and truly fell in love with my girlfriend’s body. She was 18 (and I was 19), so her breasts were maybe still filling in, but they were perky and when I sucked her nipples they were standing at attention for me.

I sucked more and then suddenly she stiffened and her body shuddered.

“Wow, you just brought me to my first orgasm of the night”. Tamara whispered to me.

Not quite knowing what that meant (after all to me a climax was the be-all and end-all of my male existence). She pulled my hand to her panties and put my hand on the fabric between her legs. Her panties were soaking wet.

“Now kiss me”, Tamara requested and I did. The passion of our kiss was almost enough to get me off, and that was something I (and we) didn’t want until maybe the end of our activities. Her fingernails were digging into my butt through my pink Victoria’s Secret panties.

“Stop” I said “What is 37 times 43?”.

“What?” she asked.

“I need something to keep my brain occupied and keep me from reaching my climax too soon.” Was my reply.

“1591 I think, How about what are the prime factors of 144?” I asked myself.

That was enough of a distraction that I cooled down my ardor a little.

I was a complete amateur when it came to sex. I knew I wanted to excite Tamara. My mother had talked about ‘eatting pussy’. I slid down to her pubic area and slowly touched both sides of her outer vulva lips with my tongue.

Tamara responded with “YES. Continue that”.

I wanted to be sensitive and to give her pleasure. I had read about the clitorius, but wasn’t quite sure what to do to stimulate it. I put my tongue on that nobbin – and instantly she jumped and said “NO, that is too rough”.

I asked her “So, what would you like me to do?”.

She answered – “I’m not sure, but that was too rough – maybe use your tongue but not on that area and definitely not so hard.”

I thought it hadn’t been that ‘rough’, but I did back out and licked her vulva lips again. Then very carefully came up to the top of her pussy – but didn’t directly touch her clitorius . That seemed to work for her as she reached another climax.

I then took two fingers and gently circled her inner lips and into the vagina canal. Tamara agreed that was splendid and shortly after reached another climax.

Being naive, I asked “Do you want more?”.

Tamara laughed “Of course, I want more. That is pure pleasure, better than any drug. But, I guess for tonight I’ll be happy with my orgasms”.

She then turned to me. I didn’t know that I would get so excited when she sucked my breasts, but I did. Something deep inside me sighed – maybe it would be samsun escort bayan the start of a womanly orgasm in a couple of years. Then Tamara pulled my Victoria’s Secret panties down and just that action caused me to cum – unfortunately over her face and hands.

“Yuck”, she said upon tasting it. “How can some woman like that taste? Not for me!!”.

After we rested I asked her about her previous lesbian experiences.

I was totally amazed when she said “You are the first”.

I asked “How can you be a lesbian and never had experienced any female love making?”.

She replied “I just knew that I would like woman and not like men.”

I teased her “So, now you are a lesbian because a man excited you to several orgasms?”.

“Yes. But you are not a man. You are a loving, perfect female, but still stuck in your man body.”.

6.

My first semester was a very good one. I aced Dr. Tuttle’s Principles of MacroEconomics class and he even asked me if I might want to do a joint professor / student paper on Bitcoin / Ethereum and Understanding and Acceptance of electronic money by college students. We did the paper during spring semester and it did get published in the Northeastern Journal of Macroeconomics and even won a prize as the best student / professor paper.

I was planning on being an accounting major like my father had been. I took Calculus for Business majors and got an A in that class. I also had Freshman Composition I, and that was my lowest class at a B plus; Management Information Systems (I loved the Excel spreadsheets, the database management and security modules) was an “A” ; and Business Communication was an “A” – so a 3.80 GPA for the first semester.

Every Tuesday night was Delta Zeta pledge night. We learned the history of Greek organizations on campus, and the history of Delta Zeta. Plus one a month, we had a social night with one of the fraternities on campus. That was always an interesting night as some of the guys wanted to hit on me to see what a transgender woman was like. I was pleasant, but said “no” everything. Of a good thing with Delta Zeta, I asked if Tamara, my lesbian roommate could be a late addition to the pledge class and because two girls had dropped out, my request was approved.

But, maybe the most fun and interesting was the LGBTQ group. We participated in the Hartford Pride March; helped with talks at various events about being queer on campus; and had a great social life. While I had 87 Delta Zeta ‘sisters’; I had four transgender ‘sisters’ and they were probably more important. By the end of fall semester, even our ‘closet’ sister was out to her parents and family and friends as a transgender woman and it had been nicely accepted.

Tamara and I were inducted into Delta Zeta at our first meeting in January. The campus required that students joining a sorority must have at least a 3.00 GPA, so had to wait until grades were reported. It was possible to move into the sorority house, but we opted to stay roommates in the dormitory. We also had discovered that we were the same size in clothes and even though we had some different preferences, we could swap outfits.

More importantly (at least to me) was that the Hormone Replacement Therapy was working. My breasts were real and I needed a “38B” bra. (I also did a lot of breast massage too). I worked on my feminine poise, walking like a woman, talking like a woman, walking in high heels, and more. I wasn’t just “passing” as a woman, I WAS a woman (with one exception that ugly between my legs).

7.

Tamara and I were working out some sexual relationships. I was the first to start when we were intimate and generally I did a long foreplay on Tamara. We experimented with dildos, with anus penetration, and with a variety of positions on Tamara – generally leading to me ‘eating pussy’. We loved to shower together and had slid our two single beds together to make a double bed.

I needed to start by exciting Tamara, because if Tamara started and got me to an orgasm, that was it – it would be over.. (Men are so limited – only one orgasm; while Tamara could have several climaxes a night (or none)).

I loved when Tamara sucked my breasts. I also found that my toes were an erogenous zone and she could excite me by sucking them as well. Our kisses were so deep and sensuous. While partners, we also agreed, mostly for Tamara’s sake, that she could have real lesbian partners. She was missing out on so much by not having a true female for sexual escapades.

My spring semester grades were a 4.0 with Principles of Financial Accounting I; MicroEconomics, Quantitative Analysis, Freshman Composition II and my General Education Science course (where I took Biology 206: Human Sexuality). The professor for the biology course knew that I was transgender and I was frequently a role model for human sexuality – with a penis – but looked, thought and acted like a woman. Some of the weirdos in the class, both male and female tried to date me to see my private plumbing parts.

8.

At the end of spring semester, Delta Zeta had its spring formal dinner dance. I took Tamara and Tamara took me. There were about five female / female couples at the event. Tamara had gotten a shimmering white strapless prom dress that really accented her breasts. She had three inch heels, and a tight ass. She looked like a million dollars.

Cum Away With Me

Ass

Jeff and Kris were a happily married couple. They had experimented sexually before their marriage, but with marriage and children, things had slowed down. They both wanted more time together, but struggled to balance it with the demands of life.

Jeff decided to whisk Kris away for a vacation for two. He arranged for the kids to be taken care of while they were gone. He packed a bag for her that included a very sexy and revealing bikini, some lingerie and not much else. Jeff would not tell Kris where they were going. It was only when they arrived at the airport, handing over their passports, did she learn that they were headed to Jamaica.

Kris started to protest, listing all the things that needed to be handled. She was concerned how the kids would handle them being gone. Jeff quelled her fears, assuring her that everything had been taken care of. Kris was still concerned but once they boarded the plane, she allowed herself to relax a little. Whenever she listed something that needed to be handled, Jeff assured her he had taken care of it. A few drinks later, she drifted off to sleep, the first time she had uninterrupted sleep in quite some time. There were no demands of children and nothing to clean up. She could just relax.

Jeff gazed at his sleeping wife. He was finally going to have her alone. He startled when the plane touched down. He had fallen asleep as well. They both must have been more tired than they realized. This vacation was just what they needed.

Kris peppered Jeff with questions about where they were staying, if he had planned any activities, how long they’d be gone. It was then that she realized she hadn’t packed a bag. She looked into the bag that Jeff had packed. She showed great concern over the lack of clothing.

“Don’t worry baby. You can buy anything that you need here. If I’m lucky, you won’t be wearing much on this trip,” he said as he winked at her.

Kris blushed a bit, but was looking forward to the time with Jeff. Time together was a rarity and several days together hadn’t happened in quite some time. She was ready.

When their vehicle pulled up in front of the Hedonism resort, Kris felt a tingle in her pussy that surprised her a bit. They had joked about coming to the resort, but didn’t think they would actually do it. A light donned about what Jeff meant by her not wearing much. Had he hoped she’d be topless or nude? Her pussy tingled again. Her body had held up after the babies and she was still able to turn the heads of many men, and even some women.

As they checked in, Jeff and Kris were both taking in the scenery, admiring the various bodies. They both enjoyed looking at the men and women sitting poolside, or just walking the paths. Jeff felt his pants tighten at the sight.

When they arrived in their room, they wasted no time. This was an opportunity that was not to be wasted. They were both turned on with thoughts of their time together and it was heightened by the half dressed and nude bodies they had just seen.

Jeff pressed Kris against the wall of their room. The curtains were open, with a view of the pool. Everyone at the pool could see them as well, but they hadn’t even noticed. Their thoughts were focused purely on the need of each other.

Jeff pushed up Kris’s shirt, unhooked her bra, shoving it up as well, and began to devour his tits. There would be no children walking in on them and they did not have to listen for cries. Animal lust was the primary concern. Jeff needed to see her naked. He quickly dispensed with the rest of her clothes. He stood, admiring her body again. Her tits heaved with her ragged breath. They were the perfect size. Enough to play with, but not overly large. Her waist remained narrow. Her hips, oh how he loved to hold those hips as he thrust into her. Her legs were beautifully shaped and topped off with a sweet ass. As much as he loved looking at her, the need to have her was greater.

Kris’ need was equal. She tugged and pulled at his clothes, stripping him as quickly as she could. When his tall lean body was standing before her, she knelt in front of him, taking his cock into her mouth. Jeff groaned as her pretty mouth slid further and further down. He couldn’t help himself as he thrust into that mouth. Kris eagerly took him in, fueled by his need. It had been too long since she had been able to have hot, pure sex with Jeff.

As much as he wanted to continue fucking her face, Jeff stopped her. Her pussy was what he wanted. Lifting Kris up, he put her back against the wall, lowering her onto his rock hard cock. She was so wet he slid in easily. A loud moan came as he entered her. His thrusts entered her fast and hard, which is what she wanted and needed from him; his pure desire for her so obvious in their frantic fucking. Kris’ fingers dug into his skin and she held on through his thrusts; each one bringing moans and grunts from both of them. His mouth sucked, nibbled and licked her tits. Her nipples stood fully erect, ready for him.

Neither Kris nor Jeff was able to hold back. Their primal need konya escort was strong and the pleasure was great. They came quickly and together, screaming as they did. They were unaware of anything or anyone beyond the two of them. They rode the orgasm together; sweating, panting, groaning. Jeff filled her pussy with his cum. He couldn’t remember a time when his cock had ever felt so good.

They began to apologize to each other, laughing when they realized neither one cared that it had been fast and furious. It made it hotter that they wanted each other so badly. The sound of applause brought them to the awareness of their surroundings. When they looked up, they saw that everyone at the pool had just watchd them fuck. One man by the pool yelled, “Didn’t waste any time, did you stud?”

Another yelled, “I wouldn’t have waited either. She’s fucking hot.”

Jeff felt Kris’ pussy twitch and become wet.

“Did you like them watching us? You like them looking at your fabulous body?” he asked.

“I didn’t think I would, but it’s turning me on again,” she replied.

“Why don’t we head out to the pool and let them stare at your beautiful body?” Jeff answered.

When Jeff pulled out the skimpy bikini he had packed for her, Kris alternated between embarrassment and arousal. The top was so tiny it wouldn’t cover much more than her nipples. The bottom would ride low on her hips and had a tiny string thong in the back. Then again, everyone had just seen her completely nude and watched her husband plunging his cock into her. They had seen more than the bikini would show.

Kris couldn’t help but notice the way everyone looked at her as they made the short walk to the pool. She could feel their eyes on her. Even the women were staring. There were several men and women that she saw. She admired them as well. The fabric of the bikini rubbed against her neatly trimmed pussy; her clit becoming even more sensitive as she reveled in the eyes upon her.

Jeff watched the other guests as they watched Kris. He recognized the look of lust on the faces of men and women. His mind wandered. What would it be like to watch his sexy wife with someone else? Would he find it hot to see her with another man or with a woman? His cock twitched at his thoughts. He pictured her on her knees in front of one of the men. With one of the women, he imagined Kris lapping at the woman’s pussy. Hedonism was known for an “anything goes” attitude. Would it be possible for his fantasies to happen? He sure as hell hoped so.

They found some chairs, placing their towels down. The pool had a swim up bar. Jeff went over to get some drinks for them. As he ordered, one of the men came up, telling the bartender that the drinks should be charged to his room.

“Thanks for that damn hot show you put on. Does she fuck as good as she looks?” the man asked.

“Even better,” Jeff replied.

“I wouldn’t mind having a piece of that action if you’re willing to share,” the man stated.

Jeff thought for a minute before he responded. “I was just picturing her fucking a few people here. I hope she’s game. Thanks for the drinks.”

When Jeff returned to their chairs, he shared with Kris what the man had said. Kris started to protest. The longer they talked she admitted that she was interested. Jeff’s swim trunks began to tent. Everywhere he looked there were women who were at the very least topless. Some men wore trunks, others did not. He saw sex and desire everywhere he looked. He wondered what it would be like to see if sweet, prim wife fucked senseless by the people around him.

Jeff told Kris to turn over and he’d put lotion on her back. As he did, he told her how much he wanted to see her fucked by someone else. He undid the little string on her bikini top. His fingers brushing the sides of her tits as he spread the lotion.

“I’d love to see you with a huge cock in your pussy,” he said as he smoothed the lotion.

“And I’d love to see you with a cock in your mouth while you got fucked,” he stated as his hands worked further down her back.

Jeff wondered what was going through her mind right now. Would she agree to this? How far would she go? Was it just going to be hot talk ending with them fucking wildly again, or would she agree?

Kris began to moan, making slight thrusting motions with her hips. Jeff knew she was getting turned on.

“Would you like to lick a woman’s pussy or to have one of the women eat your pussy?” he asked as his finger grazed over her ass cheeks.

“How many do you think you could handle?” he questioned as his finger slipped between her thighs.

Kris gasped at his touch and his suggestion. Everything he was saying sounded so wonderful. Her pussy was on fire. They had talked about a gangbang while they were hot and heavy in bed a few years ago, but actually doing it? Was she ready?

Jeff hooked his fingers into the bikini bottom and slid it down her beautiful hips and legs. Kris didn’t object at all. His hands continued escort konya to spread the lotion on her legs, sliding in between them.

“What if I said I gave you permission to fuck as many as you wanted during our time here? Would you do it?”

Kris moaned her initial response. Questions formed. “Are you sure you’d be OK with this? ” “Would you fuck anyone else?” she asked Jeff.

“If you agree I’d like to fuck another woman while I watch you.” He replied.

“Oh baby. I am so hot right now. The thought of all the cock and pussy I can handle…. Oh, it’s making me so wet,” she sighed.

Jeff continued to stroke her, spreading her legs further, fingering her pussy slightly. The man from the pool was now standing by them stroking his cock.

“Baby, you have this man stroking his cock just from looking at you,” Jeff informed her.

As Kris lifted her head to see the man standing there, she got a good look at his cock. He was long and thick. She wondered what he tasted like. She surprised herself and Jeff as she lowered her mouth over the man’s cock. He groaned loudly as her mouth hit the base of his cock. He wasn’t huge, but some women had a problem taking his full length in. Kris took him in easily. He watched her head bobbing up and down on his cock, thinking it was the most beautiful thing he had seen.

The man’s groans attracted some attention. A few more people joined them, simply watching at first.

Jeff continued fingering Kris’ pussy while he asked her, “Honey do you want to do this?”

Kris pulled back off the man’s cock long enough to say, “I’m going to be a total slut. Give me all the cock and pussy you want. Fuck a tight pussy while you watch me be used everywhere.”

Jeff’s cock was rock hard after he heard these words. He looked to the group gathered saying, “You heard her. She will take all the cock and pussy we can give her.”

The group wasted no time. A woman in a zebra print bikini removed it, using the top to tie one of Kris’ hands. Another woman removed her bright red top, tying Kris’ other hand with it. Kris groaned. She loved to be tied up and have Jeff use her however he liked. The thought of being bound while this group used her sent her over the edge. She came against Jeff’s hand while he continued to finger her now soaking wet pussy. She pushed against him, her sign that she wanted his fingers fucking her. He gave her what she wanted as she rode the first wave of orgasm that day. A third woman removed the small black, silky sarong tied around her waist and used it to blindfold Kris.

Kris felt hands caressing her body. She did not know if the hands belong to men or women. Some hands were rougher and some were small, but they all sent sparks through her skin as they touched her. It didn’t matter where the touch was. Simply having this many hands on her skin was what created the sparks.

Not being able to see enhanced her other senses. She could smell the suntan lotion, the sweat, the chlorine in the water. The humidity in the air slickened her skin. She thought she could hear the hands glide across her. She tasted the salty pre-cum of the man in her mouth. She felt him thicken, anticipating him shooting down her throat. The textures of the different material used to fasten her to the chair and around her eyes felt so good on her skin. The combination of the senses was incredible. She had never felt anything like this before. She did not want it to stop.

Fingers pinched at her nipples. They rolled and tweaked the hard nubs. Other hands played at her ass, running around the rim of her tight hole. Fingers were playing with her pussy and clit. Kris did not know if Jeff was still between her legs. Four hands worked the sensitive area and two on her ass. Four hands worked her tits. She had a cock in her mouth. Kris thought she was being worked as well as she could.

Her hands were bound, but she felt at least one person move in front of her. The blindfold heightened her sense of movement. It was as if she could feel the shadows as people moved closer to work her already excited body. A man was in front of her, placing his cock in her bound hand. She felt a pussy at her other hand. Kris had always kept her pussy trimmed, but this one was shaved. She touched the bare skin as much as she was able to with her limited movement.

Jeff was no longer touching Kris. He stood back, stroking his cock, as he watched the symphony of sex playing out before him. He was not jealous. He was beyond horny. He counted ten different people using his prim and proper wife. It was so sexy. It was a mixture of men and women. He wondered how much Kris knew of who was touching her. The cocks of the men varied greatly. One cock had to be ten inches long. He couldn’t wait to see Kris’ face when he plunged that sausage into her pussy or mouth. He was larger than Jeff so he knew Kris would notice the difference.

Jeff heard the first man, the one from the pool, announce that he was about to cum. He did not withdraw from Kris’ konya escort bayan face and she was unable to use her hands. He shot his cum down her throat. It must have been a large load, because some of it was dripping out of her mouth and he heard her gag slightly. When he was spent and withdrew from Kris’ mouth, Jeff could hear her moans. He knew she was cumming again. With all the hands she had working her, Jeff knew she had to be having the mother of all orgasms.

What Jeff saw next, put him back into the group of people. A woman was now in front of Kris, licking the cum from her mouth. Another woman had said, “It’s my turn. I want to eat that wet pussy.” Kris was up on her hands and knees, allowing the woman to slide under Kris, putting her pussy right under Kris’ mouth. When the woman’s tongue touched Kris’ pussy, Kris cried out. She loved having her pussy licked and it must be throbbing by now.

This was the opportunity Jeff had been waiting for. He asked the woman under Kris if he could fuck her while she ate his wife’s pussy. The woman quickly agreed. Jeff stroked his cock into the woman’s pussy just centimeters from his wife’s face. She was unable to see him, but he could see her face clearly.

Kris’ ass was sticking up in the air. One of the men pressed his hard cock into her soaking wet pussy while she was having it eaten by the woman Jeff was fucking. This was not what he expected when he planned this trip, but there was no way he was stopping it now. The man fucking Kris grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, as he plunged in and out of her soaking pussy.

“OH FUCK YES!” screamed Kris. “OH YES FUCK ME!”

Jeff stared at her while his cock stroked the woman below Kris. He could tell by the expression on her face that she was enjoying this completely. One of the men began pushing his fingers into Kris’ ass. Jeff had been able to fuck her there a few times and loved to have his cock buried in her tight brown hole.

The sounds coming from Kris’ mouth seemed to form one continuous groan. Jeff was fully aware of the pussy he was fucking, but his pleasure was increased by seeing his wife being such a willing slut. As she slammed her ass back onto the man’s fingers, begging for more, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His thrusts came faster and harder. The woman eating Kris’ pussy begged for more. He gave her what she wanted. The combination of sights, sounds, touch, and smell was too much. He pulled out from the woman’s pussy, coating Kris’ face with his cum. Kris did not know it was Jeff’s cum covering her, nor did she care. She eagerly lapped it up, attempting to swallow his cock.

The man fucking Kris came shortly after Jeff. He filled her pussy with his hot, sticky cum. Anything that dripped out was lapped up by the woman tonguing Kris’ clit. Kris came with a scream. The tongue on her clit was amazing, her face was covered in cum, and a man she did not know had just filled her pussy with his cum, while some else finger fucked her ass. She felt like a total slut, but she loved every moment of it and hoped it was not over. Little did she know she was just getting started.

Kris startled when her restraints were undone. She wanted to have her hands free to stroke, but at the same time being bound lowered her inhibitions. It took away her ability to stop things. It allowed her to just enjoy what was happening. She trusted Jeff enough to stop things if he felt she was in danger or something was starting to happen that she was not comfortable with. So far that wasn’t close to happening. Relief settled over her when she was flipped over and the restraints were tied again, slightly looser this time.

Kris felt her body being lifted. She was now on top of a man. His body was unfamiliar, so she knew it wasn’t Jeff. At this point, she no longer cared. Lust and raw sexual desire had taken over her body and mind. Kris felt hands roaming her body again. Fingers were on her clit as well as plunging into her ass and pussy. The man Kris was on top of said, “I want my cock in your tight little ass sweet thing.”

“Mmmmmmm. Fuck my ass,” came from her mouth.

Kris felt hands lift her, spread her ass as wide as possible, then lower her down onto the man’s cock. As the head spread her puckered hole, she let out a loud groan. She didn’t know if Jeff was watching, but she hoped so. Her mouth formed an “O” with a similar sound coming from her mouth. Having her ass stretched wide like this was amazing. The hands touching her pushed her back as the man worked his cock in and out of her.

A woman straddled Kris’ face. This was not the same woman that she had fingered before. Her pussy was trimmed similar to Kris’. Kris inhaled the scent of the pussy over her. Her tongue snaked out and touched the woman’s clit. It was the first time she had ever tasted another pussy. She had just gotten started giving the woman’s pussy attention when she felt another cock pushing into her pussy. It was the biggest cock she had ever felt. Any sounds she attempted to make were muffled by the woman’s pussy covering her mouth. Hands and tongues covered Kris’ tits. A man knelt on each side of her, giving her their cocks for her to stroke. She came again, full of cock, and feeling the most amazing sensations. Her moans vibrated on the pussy of the woman she was licking. The woman moaned herself, grinding her pussy on Kris’ face.

Dressing Up for New Years

Bdsm

My wife and I attended a costume party every year to celebrate New Year’s Eve. This year we decided to cross dress with her dressed as a man and me dressed as a woman. I put on her sexiest silkiest garments and she put on one of my nicest suits complete with a fedora.

We had a blast at the party, drinking and dancing we were both so passable in our outfits that we each had our ass grabbed by our same sexes. They thought we were in just a hooker pimp combination not realizing that we were actually cross dressers! It was very flattering and strange in the same breath.

Having consumed a lot of drinks we were feeling pretty giddy when we finally arrived back in our house. My wife told me about all the women that were hitting on her and I told her of all the men that snuck in feels of my ass. Instead of just going up to our room changing and having our ritual New Year’s sex we stayed in our outfits when we started making out. The turn in my wife’s persona was noticeable as she took total control. She roughly pushed me to the bed and told me she was going to fuck me like the slut I was.

She kayseri escort ran her hands all over my body paying attention to my padded bra and my silky covered ass. She then turned me over and pulled my panties down and ran her tongue all over my ass. Working my ass for what seemed like forever had me sporting the hardest cock I have ever had. She then took a break and told me to wait a second as she reached in her night table and took something out. She then went into the bathroom for a minute. When she returned I noticed a big thick cock jutting out from her trousers.

My wife came back on the bed and grabbed my head and forced me to suck her new cock. I licked the plastic tool and took it deep into my mouth. As I gave my wife’s face cock oral pleasure she reached into her night table again and took out some Vaseline. She reached into the jar and brought out a generous amount then started rubbing it all over my ass. I let out a little yelp as she pushed her fingers deep into my rectum. I soon became accustom to her fingers and started enjoying the anal kayseri escort bayan intrusion and could feel my cock throbbing as she worked my prostate.

I continued to suck her fake cock and she urged me on. She was calling me all sorts of names like “good little cocksucker”, she also called me “her little slut” and then told me she was going to fuck the ass right off me. I was so turned on by her words I sucked even harder, trying to pull no existent cum from the toy cock.

She thought that I had sucked her long enough so she placed me on my hands and knees. Lining up behind me she aimed the big fake penis at my tight asshole. I felt the warm rubber as it touched my tight bud. My wife then grabbed my hips and started to push forward. My ass wasn’t giving in at first so my wife pushed harder. All of a sudden with a pop her cock broke through my tight sphincter. I cried out as the huge tool filled my ass. She didn’t stop however and kept pushing forward until the whole fake pole was all the way in my ass. When she got to the base she stopped for escort kayseri a moment and letting me get used to the feeling.

The feeling was incredible and I told her to fuck me. I called her my stud and to fuck my slut ass. She complied and started thrusting her hips back and forth. She continued this for a few minutes and I could feel my cock leaking cum. She then bent right over me and moved her hand around to the front of me. She took my cock in her hand and continued to fuck me. The feeling of having her greased up hand sliding up and down my hard shaft and fucking her fake cock in and out of my ass was too much for me to take. In seconds I was crying out and shooting rope after rope of cum all over her hand. When I finished cumming she pulled out her cock leaving my ass used and empty.

Not wanting her to feel left out I ripped the suit off her and started eating her pussy. While I licked her ass and pussy I started shoving my fingers deep into her hot holes. It wasn’t long before I was erect again and I returned the favor to her by shoving my hard cock deep in her ass. While I did this I took her toy and shoved it deep in her pussy. She came so hard she started to convulse. While she was shaking I felt my balls tighten once again. I pushed forward shoving my cock as deep as I could into her ass as I shot my load.

Cross dressing for us really brought out a fire and I recommend it for any couple to try at least once.

The Keeper of Secrets

Babes

“Why do I find him so fucking hot?” I asked my best friend, Lupe, as we sat on the front porch of the house we shared. It was a hot Summer day, and we were watching Jake Turner work on his father’s deathtrap of a car across the street. It was the perfect day to get drunk and gossip about the neighbors.

“Because you have a death wish?” Lupe answered sarcastically, his mocha colored skin glistening with sweat, despite his little electric hand fan’s best efforts.

The two of us laughed so loud, it caught Jake’s attention. He stopped what he was doing and glared at us for a brief moment before returning to his work. His tall, solid build was as imposing today as it was when we were in high school.

He wasn’t the most attractive of men. His nose was twisted with all the fights he had been in during his reign as the school’s bully. And his chocolate brown hair was an unruly mess that was in desperate need of a trim. But his eyes, which seemed a little too large for his face, were a dark brown that burned cold with danger. I remember being in the gaze of those eyes. They had a way of making you feel like Jake could see into your soul, revealing all of your darkest secrets.

I watched as he hunched his muscular six-foot frame over the engine of his father’s car, revealing the outline of a denim clad, muscular ass I wanted desperately to dig my fingers into while he slowly, deliberately fucked my face. Yep, I had it bad for the guy.

“Seriously, though, you need to get over whatever it is about that guy that makes you wet,” Lupe warned me for the thousandth time, pushing an errant dark strand of hair from his handsome face, “He was nothing but trouble when we were in school, and he’s still trouble today.”

It was true that Jake was the total bad ass in school, which was probably why I had the hots for him. He terrorized everyone who crossed his path- even me. It was his personal mission to make my life in high school a living hell.

Pulling a Budweiser longneck from the cooler, I popped open the bottle and started down the steps.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Lupe asked in a harsh whisper, as if I were stealing the launch codes from the government.

“He looks thirsty,” I said coyly.

“You’re fucking insane, Eric,” he hissed at me as I walked down the broken paved walkway to cross the street. The closer I got to the car, the weaker my legs felt. By the time I reached the open hood, I was transformed once again into the queer, blonde weakling that shook in his shoes at the mere sight of Jake Turner. I was sure I would collapse.

Jake looked up at me, rising from what he was doing to the engine. The stained white t-shirt was barely concealing the thick muscles beneath. Stretched and wet with sweat, he may as well have been shirtless.

“I thought you might be thirsty,” I managed to say, offering him the bottle of beer.

Jake took the bottle from me and began drinking. I stood there, my jaw agape as he downed the entire bottle, belched loudly, then handed the bottle back to me before returning to his work beneath the hood.

“Okay then,” I said stupidly, unable to think of anything else to say.

I walked back toward my house, realizing that I was sweating like a whore in church, and barely breathing when I heard his voice behind me.

“Hey, Eric,” he started. I turned to see what he wanted. “It is Eric, isn’t it?” I nodded, speechless over the knowledge that he knew my name, or remembered it. High school seemed a lifetime ago. “I noticed you have a basketball hoop above your garage.” I looked back at the garage, noticing for the first time that there was one, then looked back at him. “Would it be alright if I occasionally used it?”

“Oh, yeah,” I smiled at him, feeling a little embarrassed that I hadn’t even noticed it before, “Anytime you feel like it… by all means, have at it.”

“Cool,” he said nonchalantly, then disappeared behind the hood of the car again.

I crossed the street and rejoined Lupe in the safety of our shaded porch. Lupe had his cell phone in his hand.

“What gaziantep escort is with the phone?” I asked. Lupe suddenly remembered he was holding it and stuck it back in his pocket.

“I was ready to dial 911, if this stupid little mission of yours went south. What was he talking to you about?” he asked in a hushed way, as if Jake would overhear our conversation.

“He just wanted to know if he could use our basketball hoop sometime.”

“We have a basketball hoop?”

“Yeah, it’s over the garage.”

“And you said yes?” Lupe panicked, “We’re going to have Jake Turner coming to our house unexpected to play basketball at god only knows what time of day or night?”

“It’ll be fine,” I assured him.

“Uh-huh,” Lupe responded disbelievingly.

“Come on,” I said, looking to change the subject, “Let’s get to work on dinner before we’re too drunk to cook.”

We went into the kitchen where boiled potatoes and eggs were waiting to be peeled for the potato salad. At least Lupe and I were smart enough to get the cooking we had to do inside the house done before it got hot. The chicken we could cook on the grill out back.

“You know, I’m glad you’re thinking about another man, even if he is a potential psychopath,” Lupe started. He always talked when he was working in the kitchen, even if there was no one around to listen. “Jake Turner wouldn’t be my first choice for a rebound, but at least you’re not still pining for that asshole, David.”

David McCoy was my only real boyfriend. We were together for a year and a half before he broke up with me to marry a woman he had been seeing for six months. I still wasn’t sure what pissed me off more, that he was cheating on me for six months or that he fucked me before breaking the news. I didn’t even know why I dated him for so long. I was only interested in one night stands, chasing that ultimate fuck.

If I were honest with myself, I would admit that I believed such a man didn’t exist, and if he did he was probably unobtainable. Jake’s aggressive manliness had the promise of being fun for a night, but was he my ultimate fuck? Hooking up with the man who once bullied me was a fantasy that had me on the edge of creaming my pants just thinking about it. I definitely couldn’t see myself in a relationship with him. I wasn’t even sure I could see us together for a quick hook up.

As I worked on mixing the ingredients together, I heard a car’s engine rev up. It was loud, the reverberation like mechanical thunder. I guessed that Jake fixed whatever was wrong with his father’s car.

“What’s up, bitches?” Brian, Lupe’s boyfriend, asked as he entered the kitchen from the back door, “I have the charcoal, as requested. Do you want me to start up the grill?”

“That would probably be a good idea,” I told him, looking at the time, “If we wait too long, we’ll be grilling in the dark.

“It’s Summer time, Eric,” Brian laughed, “It won’t start getting dark until around eight.”

“Well, I’ll be drunk off my ass by then, anyway,” I said, defending my position.

“I’ll drink to that,” Lupe interjected, handing a fresh cold one to Brian, followed by a quick kiss on the lips.

Brian walked back outside, dressed for casual Friday in an office, his tie barely loosened, to get the grill ready while Lupe and I put the potato salad away to chill and cleaned the kitchen. Afterward, I brought out the chicken, which had been marinating all day in barbeque sauce.

“I’ll take that,” Brian told me, taking the chicken from me. I sat at the old picnic table and watched him place the chicken neatly on the grill and wondered if he even owned casual attire.

When Brian had the meat on the grill and was about to sit on the bench next to me, he stopped and looked around quizzically.

“What’s that noise?” he asked.

I listened, but I didn’t hear anything at first. Then I heard a faint thump, thump, thump, followed by the sound of something hit the front of the house.

“I’m not sure, but I think escort gaziantep that’s Jake, from across the street, shooting hoops in our driveway. Did you know there was a basketball hoop above the garage?”

“Of course,” he said, rolling his eyes at me as he took a seat.

Jackie soon joined us outside, handing me two bottles of beer. I was already at my limit and feeling better than I should, and I didn’t care, but I knew I didn’t need two bottles. I wasn’t a double fisted drinker. I looked at him quizzically.

“You know you want another excuse to go talk to that man,” Lupe said with a giggle. Brian looked between the two of us with the cutest expression of confusion.

“No, I don’t,” I assured him.

“Get off your ass and go talk to your new boyfriend so I can have some alone time with mine,” Lupe ordered, “We’ll let you know when it’s time to eat.”

I took the bottles from him and rose, nervously making my way down the side of the house, toward the garage. When I made it, I stood off to the side for a moment watching Jake dribble his basketball, then lay up to sink it in my net. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and high-top sneakers. I watched with some interest as something large bounced around in his shorts.

Noticing me, he stopped and looked at me. A small smile formed on his lips. His hairy chest heaved as he breathed.

“I brought you another beer,” I explained. Walking up to him was like wading through Jello. I handed him a beer, then took a long swig from the other bottle. Jake followed suit, never seeming to take his eyes off me.

“Wanna play?” he asked, bouncing the ball a couple of times with his free hand.

“I don’t know anything about basketball,” I explained, “In school, Coach quickly realized I was a manace on the field and court and gave me other things to do.”

“I’ll teach you. It’s really pretty easy.”

He took my beer from me and set both bottles to the side of the drive way.

“The trick is to put a little spin on the ball when you throw it,” he explained, showing me how. “Here you try it.” He handed me the ball, the moved in behind me. He raised my arm, as if I were going to shoot, then moved my hand into a slight twist as my arm raised upward. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, he was standing so close to me. “Now, shoot.”

I made a shot and watched as the ball hit the backboard and then the net. I made the shot. I jumped around excitedly in celebration as Jake watched. He was smiling ear to ear with amusement at my little drunken dance.

We took turns shooting hoops, stopping occasionally to take a swig from our beer bottles, until Lupe emerged from the side of the house to announce that dinner was ready.

“You too, Jake,” Lupe insisted as Jake turned to go back home, “There’s plenty of food, and you are more than welcome at our table.”

I turned to Jake, pleading with my eyes for him to accept the offer. He looked back at his house, then at me before turning to follow us to the back yard.

The evening was a success, by any standards. The food was great, the alcohol was flowing, and the company was exceptional. Jake was a man of few words, but he seemed to enjoy himself, laughing at the jokes that came naturally to Lupe.

After dinner, and everything was put away, Lupe and Brian disappeared, leaving me alone with Jake. The both of us had a couple more beers in silence, sitting on the picnic table’s bench, taking in the sights and sounds of the backyard.

“I guess I should be getting home now,” Jake told me.

“Yeah, I guess all good things come to an end,” I said. Standing up, the world seemed to tilt sideways on me, then I realized I was falling. Jake caught me and held me against him until I regained my balance. “Whoa! I think I’m drunk now!”

“I see that,” Jake laughed, “Maybe I should help you get inside before I leave.”

Draping my arm across his broad shoulders, he picked me up and carried me into the house. I told him gaziantep escort bayan where to go, nestling my face in his naked hairy chest, on the verge of sleep. In my room, he set me on the edge of my bed, then pulled my shirt off.

I stood, bracing myself against him as his finger touched the fabric of my pants. He unfastened them, then pulled them down. I fell back onto the bed as he removed my socks and shoes, then my pants.

When he pulled the bed covers back I stood and slipped off my underwear. He just stood there, staring at me, a mix of fear and shock contorting his face.

“I sleep in the buff,” I told him before climbing onto the bed, collapsing on my stomach.

I listened as his footsteps receded from the bed. When the light switched off, I realized it was now or never.

“You can stay, if you want.”

I heard the door close, then I heard some movement somewhere in the room. Now, I waited to see what would happen. Either Jake was going to beat the shit out of me, maybe even kill me, or he was going to fuck me.

What followed was the feeling of the bed moving as he crawled onto it. He was naked, I realized as he moved into position above me, his big cock sliding above the crevice of my butt cheeks. I responded by pushing my ass up to him.

I heard him spit, then felt his big fingers wet my hole. He spat again to lube up his shaft, then gently pressed the head of his dick between my cheeks and into my hole. I took in a deep breath as he slowly drove his thick cock deep into me, filling my ass in a way it had never been before. It not being the first time I was fucked by a guy, I knew a few tricks to ward off the possibility of pain, but Jake’s cock was so thick I still felt some initial discomfort.

Once he was in me as deep as he could be, he began pumping his cock in slow, short thrusts, keeping me full of him. The feeling was so wonderful, my alcohol limp dick quickly hardened. He soon switched into a slow, long stroke that soon had me panting for breath, his cock massaging my prostate with every luxurious stroke. His tempo quickened, and I felt my body tingle all over, my nipples becoming erect, sending little jolts of pleasure shooting through my body as they brushed against the sheet beneath me. I just lay there, squirming and moaning as he set my body on fire with passion.

He fucked me harder and harder until he was slamming his long, thick cock into me with every thrust. I could feel his big balls slapping against my taint. My prostate felt like it was about to explode. I screamed with ecstasy. I gripped the sheets and held on for dear life as Jake’s angry fuck brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. I didn’t know if it was what he cock was doing to my prostate, or if it was the friction between my bed sheet and the weight of him pinning my body to the bed, but my orgasm climbed with his every thrust, edging me to the point of madness before I finally reached my breaking point.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed into the darkness.

His thrusts became more erratic, more powerful, as he approached the edge of his orgasm. Then he stopped pumping abruptly, digging the head of his cock deep inside me as he unloaded his balls into my ass.

Collapsing on top of me, he pumped his cock deep in me for another few minutes, then rolled off me, lying face up on the bed next to me.

I clicked on the bed lamp and looked at him, my drunkenness still unable to process what had just happened between us. I needed to look at him. I need to be absolutely certain it was him.

He blinked against the light, his hairy chest heaving as he worked to still his breath, his beautiful body lying naked next to mine. I looked at his massive cock and wondered how I had taken it, much less been fucked so aggressively by it. I was sure he had left me bleeding.

I sighed in resignation when he moved to get off the bed. He was leaving now, as I suspected he would.

“This never fucking happened,” he told me, the edge in his voice made it all too clear he meant every syllable.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” I told him, “I’m the keeper of secrets of many men.”

I watched him dress, then watched him walk out of the room, closing the door behind him. I knew that I’d never again entertain his cock with my body again, just as I was sure he would never again find a reason to use my basketball hoop. He had what he came for, and so did I.

Sweet Feet

Cumming

Chapter 1

The First Meeting

I have had to admit for many years now, at least to myself, that I have a mild form of foot fetishism. I say it’s only mild because although a woman’s feet are often the first thing I notice and I am certainly very strongly attracted and aroused by them and what they can do for me, I am also turned-on by the other, more normal female physical attributes. But, although I can have a normal relationship with a woman without having to include her feet in our sexual activity, they do feature strongly in any truly memorable love-making.

The emotional connections I have with feet obviously go back to sometime around my first actual memory, which is in fact of my Mother playing ‘This little Piggy’ with my toes. Then, when I was still relatively young, something must have happened that strongly reinforced that early and perhaps latent tendency. From what I have since read on the subject it seems to me that feet became not only linked with emotional well-being but also became an integral part of my overall sexuality, that feet, love and sex somehow became inter-linked.

After I left school I got a job in a leading department store and having spent time in a number of different areas became a salesman in the men’s shoe section. I worked hard and did well but quite soon found that my interest was being drawn more and more to women’s footwear – which I’m sure I rationalised at the time as being because of the greater opportunity for career advancement. I was attending night classes in fashion and modern design and let people know of my preference and, after some time, I applied for and was successful in getting a job as an assistant buyer in the women’s shoe department.

But I had only been in the job a few weeks when I began to realise that my interest involved something deeper than just a job or my career – to my initial concern I found that I was in fact being aroused by women with particularly attractive feet and sometimes by just some of the shoes themselves.

At first I was worried that I was turning into some sort of pervert until, quite by accident I read an article about fetishes that included something about foot fetishism. Once I knew that such a thing existed I read up everything I could find on the subject and began to understand more about myself and my unusual interest.

With that better understanding I became much happier in myself and began to give freer rein to my activities. I started a collection of women’s shoes that had a special appeal for me, as well as some other, associated things, stockings, garters and such. The collection gave and still gives me enormous pleasure, both intellectually and emotionally and, from time to time when my need is particularly strong, sexually too – and many a lonely evening has been made more pleasurable by polishing and handling certain pairs of shoes before using one or more of them while I masturbate.

But, like any other male, I still had girl friends in the normal way – and of course my work gave me plenty of opportunity to meet women, after all I was both working with and serving them all day long.

I could, and still can, honestly be described as ‘a man who truly loves his work’!

I have had a number of what might be called ‘adventures’ that resulted from girls and women I met through my job but what turned out to be the most exciting of them all actually began in a very ordinary way. It was one of those quiet mornings that you sometimes get in any business, my boss was on holiday and as there had been few customers I let the other two assistants go off to morning tea together, leaving me alone in the department.

I noticed her the moment she walked in – she was beautifully dressed and I knew, from just the way she walked, that her feet would be lovely too. A quick glance at them confirmed that, and the shoes she was wearing also caught my eye – neat, obviously expensive court shoes, of an unusual design that I guessed had probably been bought overseas. I tried to imagine just what her tiny feet would be like and quietly prayed that she actually wanted to try on some shoes, so I could get to actually handle them!

Looking up I took a quicker look at the rest of her – a dark suit, superbly tailored to show off her trim figure, the skirt just short enough to display slim, well-shaped legs – above that; an oval face, framed by short, dark hair – a generous mouth and wide-set, dark brown eyes – that, as mine finally reached them, I found were sparkling with amusement at my very obvious inspection of her.

I felt myself colouring, smiled back and wished her – ‘Good-morning’ – then asked. ‘May I help you – or would you prefer to browse a little first?’

And was delighted to hear her positive response. ‘You may be able to help me. I’m actually looking for a style similar to these I have on, but in a light blue, or perhaps a grey. Do you have anything like that?’

‘Not in the same quality of shoe as those.’ I answered, then asked her. ‘But may I ask what you are planning to wear sakarya escort them with?’

‘They’re for a wedding actually, to go with a linen suit, why?’ she answered with a quizzical expression.

‘So you probably wouldn’t be wearing them on a regular basis, for business for example.’

‘Probably not.’ she said, beginning to understand my line of thought.

‘Well, if it’s a question of colour rather than durability I think the shoes I have in mind will be very suitable.’ I explained and, not forgetting either my sales skills or my growing need to actually feel her foot in my hand, added. ‘If you would like to take a seat, I’ll just check your size – a four AA isn’t it?’

Her eyebrows rose as she heard my estimate of her fractional fitting. ‘It’s a four – but just a four A. But how could you tell?’

I smiled. ‘Let’s just call it the result of professional interest – but I’ll check it anyway, that is if you don’t mind. You have lovely feet and we certainly wouldn’t want to mis-fit them.’ I added – and was thrilled to see that my little compliment actually brought a slight flush to her cheeks.

I led her to a seat and sat on the fitting-stool in front of her and, as she removed one shoe and then lifted her foot into my waiting hand, flicked my eyes up and gave her a small, nervous smile, noticing that her face seemed almost as tense as I was feeling. In passing I caught the briefest glimpse of her nylon clad leg but I really only had eyes for her foot and, as I felt the warm smoothness of it resting lightly on the palm of my hand, felt my heart start racing a little faster. I sat there, just holding it for several seconds – and slowly became aware of a stirring of a different sort, deeper inside myself. But then I also became aware of her staring down at me and forced myself into activity, measuring and checking with unnecessary accuracy the various contact points. Doing my best to disguise the fact that I was doing anything that would delay the moment when I would have to put her foot down again.

Finally I looked up at her and said. ‘I think we’ll find that the double A will be a more comfortable fit, in this particular shoe anyway – but I’ll bring both for you to try.’

Even through my own growing excitement I couldn’t help noticing that her tension seemed to have risen too. I was suddenly worried that I had made her nervous by holding her foot for as long as I had. So, with reluctance I put it down and got up to fetch the shoes I had in mind.

While I was in the stock-room I took the opportunity to try to calm myself, taking several deep breaths, telling myself that I mustn’t be stupid, this was a customer, I was the sales assistant. But my pep-talk wasn’t too successful and I could still feel my heart racing as I walked back towards her with the two pairs of shoes.

Having sat down in front of her again I helped her on with the first pair, she stood and walked around a little, getting the feel of the them, then we repeated the process with the second pair – and I could tell from just the way she walked that they were, as I had anticipated, noticeably much more comfortable.

She looked straight down into my eyes, smiling, as she said in a surprised tone. ‘You did know didn’t you? You were quite right, these are definitely a better fit.’

I was thrilled – but tried to hide my reactions as I smiled back at her. ‘I’m glad. How is the colour?’

‘It’s almost exactly what I had in mind. They will do perfectly. Thank you, I hadn’t expected to find a pair so quickly.’

That was that – it must have been one of the fastest sales I had ever made and I only had one more, all too brief moment of pleasure as I helped her out of the new pair and back into her own shoes. As I did that, thinking I might never see her, or her feet again, I just couldn’t resist the temptation, and, as I eased off first one and then the other shoe, I ran my hand right along each foot – almost caressingly stroking the delicate arches between her toes and her heels – and as I did so feeling my head momentarily swimming.

For a split-second I thought I detected a faint tremor run through her as my fingers lightly traced the outline of the curve – but though our eyes met briefly, neither of us said a word and the moment passed. Then as I wrapped the shoes I tried desperately to think of a reason to detain her, of something I could say to her and though I had often ‘chatted-up’ customers, with her I found I had become totally speechless. To make things worse she paid in cash, not with a charge card, so I had no single point of contact and knew that once she walked away the chances were that I would never see her or her feet again.

At home that night I thought of her – and of her feet – and after spending a long time cleaning and fondling a similar pair of shoes, I relieved my pent- up need with them.

Chapter 3

She Came Again

Several days passed, the memory of her had stayed sharp and clear but I had really sakarya escort bayan had no reason to believe she would ever be anything more than that, a memory – until I saw her coming into the department again, almost a week later. As luck would have it, when she did I was already serving another customer – but, as our eyes met briefly and then, when she saw that I was busy, I was surprised and delighted to see that instead of heading for another assistant she began to browse amongst our displays. I hoped, yet at the same time I didn’t dare to hope – and thought of all the reasons why she should want to see me rather than someone else. There was something wrong with the shoes, they didn’t fit after all, they were the wrong colour, they had a flaw of some sort. The sort of things customers use all the time to justify their return of a purchase – which is when they usually want to see the same assistant as the one they bought from.

I had actually managed to convince myself that I was going to hear her giving me one of the standard excuses – but, as soon as I was free and she headed towards me, I knew from the expression on her face that something was different, she was smiling, shyly.

‘The shoes I bought are wonderful, they are so comfortable that I wondered what else you might have, that are similar. And I especially wanted to wait for you – you took so much care in fitting me – so I also wanted to thank you for your help.’

I felt sure that the stress that I thought I had heard in her voice when she said ‘fitting’, was something my own brain had added, not something she had actually meant and while I stood there, grinning like a village idiot, I desperately hoped that the grin successfully masked the actual, violent churning that was going on inside me – and it was only with great difficulty that I managed to respond in a voice that at least sounded fairly close to normal. ‘Thank you, I was only too pleased to help. As a matter of fact there are several pairs I would be very happy to – ‘ I paused briefly, carefully watching for her reaction as I completed the sentence, ‘ – to fit, for you!’

I was thrilled to see her reaction to the slight stress I added to the word ‘fit’ – I was convinced that I saw not only a slight arching of her eyebrows but also, I thought, a brief gleam in her eye. Evidence, no matter how slight, that I hoped indicated at least a faint interest in what I had in mind – so, I continued quickly. ‘If you would like to take a seat and give me a few minutes, I’ll bring several pairs for you to try on.’

I held my breath and I’m sure my heart actually stopped for a second or two, then she answered, in almost a whisper. ‘Yes, I would like that – very much. Thank you.’

She turned away and, as though she already knew exactly where she was going, made for a group of three chairs that faced the back wall of the department, and putting her hand-bag on one and her suit jacket other, then sat on the one in the middle.

Once again I used the time in the stock-room to try to take stock of the situation. Was I reading things into her actions that were simply figments of my imagination or my unusual needs? Was she simply returning to someone who had been able to better identify the fitting her feet needed? Or, had my handling of her feet aroused something inside herself – something that perhaps she hadn’t previously been aware of!

I hoped, yet I didn’t dare to hope…

I returned, carrying several boxes of shoes, pulled over a fitting-stool and sat in front of her and then, without my asking her to do so, she lifted one foot for me to take off her shoe and in doing so treated me to a brief glimpse of the inside curve of her thigh. It may have been only brief but it was still long enough for me to see the dark welt that marked the top of her stockings – she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose!

That, plus the warm suppleness of her foot resting in my hand were more than enough to get me going, I couldn’t help myself – I gently pressed her small, evenly spaced toes with my fingers, then curved my hand up around the well-formed arch of her foot. This time there was no doubt about her reaction, this time I definitely felt a tremor run through her!

I looked up into her eyes and, making an effort to control my rising excitement quietly said. ‘You have truly exquisite feet – I hope you take extremely good care of them.’ Then, as I gave her a small, shy smile, added. ‘Or, have someone who does it for you.’

The colour in her cheeks deepened a little but I was happy to see just the trace of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she answered. ‘Yes – and – No. But – I really think I should try on some shoes, don’t you.’

I nodded, fumbling amongst the boxes with one hand, the other not prepared to let go of its prize.

There were a couple of pairs that I felt sure she wouldn’t like and I showed her those first, not surprised when she shook her head at them – but the third pair took her eye. escort sakarya ‘Yes, they look nice, may I try them on please.’

We must have spent at least twenty to thirty minutes at what by then I felt sure was a mutually stimulating activity, she giving me the pleasure of handling her stockinged feet with growing intimacy between each pair of shoes she tried on. Me giving her – what, I wondered? My answers ranged all the way from – a game of ‘let’s tease a shop assistant today’, to ‘at last I’ve found a man who loves handling my feet’ – feeling sure that the answer was in fact somewhere closer to the former than to the latter. But I didn’t care, I was in my own private heaven, almost oblivious of everything but the feel of her beautiful feet.

Everything but her feet and my accompanying erection that is!

But sooner or later the real world had to intrude of course and I was suddenly pulled out of my reverie by her looking at her watch, pointing to a pair of shoes and saying. ‘I hadn’t realised the time, I must dash. I’ll take those, the navy blue pair, please.’

That was it, she was then in such a rush that try as I might I couldn’t delay her for any reason and, once again I watched as she walked out of the department – perhaps out of my life!

My mind was in a whirl and my body was vibrating like a piano string. Somehow I felt sure that she loved what I did as much as I loved doing it, so why had she just dashed off like that? Why hadn’t I got her name, phone number, something? I had been so caught up in the pleasure of the moment I hadn’t even thought of asking – ‘I’m such a fool!’ – I said, cursing myself. ‘The chance of a lifetime and you just let her get up and walk out!’

That night, even more strongly than the previous time, I replayed the half hour of bliss in my head, over and over again. The feel of her toes and feet in my hands, the picture she made as she took a few trial steps, of her tiny ankles and the sweet curve of her calves, the brief glimpses she had given me of the warm, stockinged curves higher still. And again I had to be content with emptying my aching balls alone, just one or two of my favourite shoes doing the work, while I fantasised that it was actually her exquisite feet that were doing it for me.

Chapter 4

A Fitting

The next few days were a disaster, I spent each one watching for her; praying she would suddenly appear, convincing myself she had, only to find it was someone else that didn’t even really look at all like her. I was inattentive with my customers, short with my colleagues, very nearly rude to my boss and it was only after that episode that I realised what a fool I was being – and gave myself a good talking to, making a determined effort to try to put her out of my mind.

I wasn’t completely successful of course and the fact that she returned to my thoughts and stimulated my lonely activities each evening didn’t help much.

Two weeks went by like that – then she returned. It was late afternoon, with less than an hour to go before our closing time and the department was relatively quiet. I had been tidying up one of our displays in the front section when I saw her approaching and this time, unlike the others I positively knew it was her. Glancing around behind me I saw that my boss was busy preparing an order for one of our suppliers, one of the assistants was serving the only other customer, and the others were nowhere to be seen – so I approached her, smiling nervously.

‘How lovely to see you again. May I help you?’

I could see how tense she was and for one dreadful moment I thought she was going to turn and walk away, she didn’t but her own nervousness showed clearly in her voice when she answered me. ‘Good afternoon. I was passing, I mean I was, well that is, I was wondering – about some shoes. Something a little out of the ordinary. But then I don’t suppose you have any.’

I tried to calm her. ‘Why not take a seat and I’ll see how I can help, I’m sure I can.’

She just nodded, gave me a tiny smile and once again headed for the group of three chairs where she had sat previously. As before, I sat on the stool in front of her and was thrilled when, again without my asking and even before she had told me what she was looking for, she lifted one foot into my waiting hand. I carefully slipped off her shoe and I heard myself give a small sigh of pleasure as once again I held the warm softness of her foot.

Neither of us said anything for a minute or two but as my fingers held and explored the curves made by her instep and toes I looked up at her, her eyes were staring down at my hand but as I fondled her I could see the faint lines of tension vanishing from her face. I broke the silence.

‘Just what kind of shoe were you looking for please?’

I saw her mentally shake herself before, in a very small voice she answered. ‘High heels. Something with high heels – I mean very high heels.’

A picture instantly flashed into my mind; a picture of her standing in front of me, her lovely feet inside a tiny pair of glossy black shoes, shoes that had impossibly high heels – and I felt my hands grow damp with excitement. Then I ran through what I knew we had in stock; some but not too many shoes with ultra-high heels, nothing like what I had imagined of course – in her difficult fitting? I thought there were a few.