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“Hey Brandon wanna hang out with us?”

It was the girl with the weird orange hair. I couldn’t recall her name. She and a few of my other dorm mates were gathered round the television in the common room. I was just passing through from the showers.

“Um..thanks..er…”

“Jill.” she giggled. “We were just going to watch the SciFi Friday line up. Your welcome to hang out with us.”

“I would love to,” I lied taking in the assemblage of out casts. They didn’t call this ‘The Geek and Loser Dorm for nothing. I fit right in. “but, I have a ton of homework to catch up on.”

It did feel good that they seemed to want my company. I wasn’t used to that.

I finally disengaged myself from my roomies, towel drying my hair as I went.

When I was in the privacy of my own room, I dropped the bag of toiletries and eagerly checked my cell phone.

No new messages.

I really did have homework and figured I might as well get started on it.

I was feeling a bit depressed. My boyfriend Dan was attending a party tonight. He was a big man on campus and one of the star players on our school team. All the pretty and popular crowd would be there. I hadn’t been invited.

Dan told me that he really didn’t want to go. He insisted that he’d rather hang out with me. He claimed he felt he should go because the party was being held in honor of the team’s last big win. The invite list was like a page from the campus ‘Who’s Who’. I wouldn’t fit in with that crowd at all.

No one knew that Dan and I were an item. Dan wanted to keep our relationship on the down low until he worked up the courage to come out to his family. We confessed our feelings for each other our senior year in high school and only just recently began having sex…if you can count quick covert make-out/hand job sessions sex that is. He’d never even been up to this dorm to see me. He did take me once or twice to see the house he and his brothers rented near campus.

Dan’s place was always full of his team mates, family, and friends so we were always on our guard to be careful not to let our affection for each other show.

I was beginning to feel like a dirty little secret. What was I thinking getting myself involved with someone way out of my league. I was untimely going to get my heart broken. I felt it every time we had our clandestine little meetings. Even if the people in his world accepted the fact that Dan was gay, they would never ever except me. I was getting sick of the hiding and the stress (not to mention the jealousy) of having to be kept separate from his social life.

I vigorously began drying my hair with the towel before breaking out the books. It was still wet and dripping down my neck and back. I was at least grateful I didn’t have a roommate for the weekend. Since no one was around to nag me about keeping things neat, I tossed the damp towel toward the only chair in the room. I missed, but I didn’t give a shit. I was dressed in nothing but a tan pair of pajama bottoms stamped property of the VA.

While I was pulling books and papers from my knapsack, someone knocked on the door.

I figured it was Jill or one of the other dormies letting me know the pizza they ordered had arrived and perhaps wanted to offer me some.

I was stunned when I pulled open the door to see Dan standing there.

My heart began to hammer in my chest as it always did when I beheld the man of my dreams. He looked self-conscious and a lot nervous to be calling on someone in the famous ‘Geek and Loser’ dorm, but he was here!

“Hey,” he greeted me looking fine all dressed up for a party. I noticed Jill and company craning their necks around the corner of the hallway to get a better look at my guest. I also noticed Dan was carrying a single red rose. No doubt from one of his many adoring female fans or worse perhaps from Ric Cornell the only other guy he’d ever dated besides me.

“Can I come in?” he grinned at me in his lopsided way. That smile could make me do anything he wanted.

“Sure, man.” I stepped aside so he could enter. I played it like he was just a good buddy coming to call. It would be believable for the school jock to call on a nerd for homework answers.

“I thought you were going to be at the party?” I hadn’t meant to be sarcastic, but that’s the way it come out. “What are you doing here?”

“How fast can you get dressed?” he was gawking around my room taking everything in. I could tell he found it unacceptable.

“Why?”

Dan took a deep resolute breath and looked me straight in the eye. Chills shot up my spine.

“Your coming with me to the party.”

Had he gone mad?

“I wasn’t invited.” I reminded him gently.

“I’m bringing you as my guest.” Two bright red spots glowed in his cheeks and he suddenly had a fevered look in his eye. “I think it’s time everyone found out our true relationship!”

He strode over to the wardrobe and began pawing through my clothes.

“I hate it that you think I’m ashamed of you and I’m so sick of pretending to be someone I’m kırklareli escort not. It’s time that every one knew the truth and what better way than to just do it!”

Wow!

I was speechless for a moment.

He suddenly remembered he was still holding the flower. He handed it to me with another of his grins. My heart twisted in my chest.

“For you.”

No one had ever given me a rose before. Not even a girl.

“I don’t know if I have a vase (I pronounced it the snooty sounding way) to put it in.”

I made a show of looking around the place for a container of some sort. I joked around so he wouldn’t see the tears that suddenly sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t believe this was truly happening. He was choosing me over them. He was ready to stand up in front of everyone and declare that he and I were a couple. I was also touched by the small token of his love that he’d brought so openly in front of my dorm mates.

“Don’t worry about it now.” Dan’s voice was soft. “It has a little vial of water to keep it alive for a while. Throw it on the dresser and help me find something for you to wear.”

I realized that I really didn’t want to go to this party. I was comfortable in what I was wearing. I didn’t feel up to the happy chatter of Dan’s friends or dealing with a mob scene when he announced to everyone that I was his boyfriend. I wanted us out, but not this way.

I had been after him to call a quiet family meeting with his folks and letting them know he was gay. After that he could tell them about us. If they wanted to have me over to get to know me better that would be fine. Then we could deal with our peers. I didn’t want to just show up this party and stir things up.

I turned around and for the first time since he arrived placed my hands on his hips and pulled him over to me.

“Dan, I’m glad you want to let everyone know about us, but I don’t want to do it this way. I’m not up to a party. I think that you should still get your parents together and tell them first before we tackle your brothers and friends. It will be so much better that way. I also want to thank you for the rose. That was sweet.”

Dan placed his strong arms around my neck and leaned into me for a kiss.

“I can’t stand being away from you. I hate leading a double life. I want you by my side, sharing with me all the victories and defeats that come to any couple. I want the world to know that your not only my best friend, but the one I love. I want to just go out tonight and get it over with.”

I wanted it over with too, but not tonight. I wanted him all to myself and hoped he didn’t really want to go to that stupid party.

My mother always grumbled that men were easily manipulated by the part of their anatomy that made them male. I decided to test that theory. This would be the first time we could truly be alone.

I pulled him back to me and kissed him again.

Dan melted in my arms and returned my kisses with increasing passion.

“Do you realize we’re totally alone in here?” I asked him breathlessly.

Dan’s eyes narrowed, but his voice was playful.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Yeah, Is it working?”

For an answer he tongue wrestled with me for a few minutes. He brushed up against me and I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing up against the one forming in my pajama bottoms.

“Fuck the party.” he started kissing me all over my face. “We can have our own right here.”

“I will talk to my parents.” he reassured me between kisses. “They want me to come home next week end….I’ll tell them about us.”

I reached up and claimed his lips again. I wanted to silence him before the thought freaked him out so much he let it interfere with what we were doing.

We knew the walls were thin. We could hear the television blaring in the common room. We tried to keep our voices down when we spoke.

“What’s this your wearing?” Dan teased me slipping his fingers under the elastic of my pajama bottoms.

“Property of the VA.” he read out loud. I felt myself blushing.

These pants were no doubt garage sale bargains my mother picked up some where.

Dan and I were indeed from two different worlds.

“Cute.”

I wanted to make some witty comment, but Dan began kissing his way down my throat and shoulders. I gasped when he reached up to play with one of my nipples.

I was rock hard in seconds. I loved when he did that. I found out a few days ago when we played around in the hot tub at the gym that my nipples were a definite erogenous zone. Also adding to the excitement was the fact that anyone could have walked in on us. It could still happen now. Being nosey Jill might still come pounding on the door.

Nudging me toward the only chair, Dan gently pushed me into it. Kneeling down in front of me, he began kissing my chest. He flicked out his tongue and began playing with my nipples orally.

The feeling was exquisite. I moaned a bit too loudly.

“Ssssh.” he afyon escort cautioned, but was grinning wickedly from ear to ear. It pleased him that he had such power over me. “You’ll have that one goony looking chick pounding on the door to see if you are all right.” he grimaced then. “Or worse wanting to join us. She looks the type.”

The idea made us both laugh. I thought Jill was a pretty sweet girl in a looney kinda way. She’d always tried to make me feel welcome here and I was grateful to her for it. I actually consider myself bi and am equally attracted to women. Perhaps if Dan and I hadn’t hooked up I may have given her another glance (not to mention remembered her name), but I am a totally monogamous person. I wanted Dan and I to last forever.

Dan was once again tugging on the waist band of my pants.

“I think you need to loose these.”

I had never been completely naked around Dan. We had always had to settle for fooling around under the cover of darkness or under the water of the hot tub at the gym.

I was so aroused and suddenly nervous as hell at the same time.

“No fair, jock boy. If you want to see mine, you have to show me yours.”

He removed his team jacket gracing me with a seductive smile as he did so. He draped it around the back of the chair. I caught a whiff of the expensive after shave he always wore. Precum began leaking from my cock in anticipation of what we were about to do. This wouldn’t be the hurried jerk and go sessions we had to make do with in the past.

Grinning down on me and undulating in the manner of a male stripper, Dan reached up and loosened the tie he was wearing and pulled it from around his neck. He playfully looped it behind my head and pulled me forward for another kiss. I reached up pulling him down on top of me. It was easy to get lost in his kisses. He was just that damn good at it.

As if they had a mind all of their own my fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Dan broke our kiss and started assisting me in undressing him. He flung the dress shirt in a careless manner in the general direction of the bed. He unbuckled his belt and flung it over to join his shirt. His shoes one after the other joined his pile of discarded clothing.

I tried to help him out of his jeans, but with a grin he gently pushed my hands away. He stepped back and started unzipping his tight black jeans very slowly. I was so excited I could barely breathe. In fact by the constricted tightness in my chest and the way I was wheezing I knew I was about to have an attack. I quickly looked around for my inhaler.

I’m such a loser.

“It’s on the bedside table.” Dan stopped the strip tease routine. Half out of his jeans took the two steps over to the bedside table to retrieve it for me.

He was back at my side in an instant, his fingers playing in my damp hair. I took a hit of the inhaler.

“Are you going to be O.K.?”

I nodded letting the medicine take effect. That’s when I noticed that Dan had stepped out of the jeans. I had to take another pull when I saw my lanky hard bodied lover was wearing nothing but a pair of leather bikini briefs.

“You like?”

“Yeah,” I rasped out. Like was an understatement. “Where did you get those?”

You didn’t see leather undergarments at the local Wal-Mart or K-Mart.

“I ordered them from one of Steve’s lingerie catalogs.” Dan laughed.

Dan’s brother Steve took out multiple subscriptions to various lingerie catalogs. They were his whack off aide of choice and a well worn dog eared issue could always be found under his mattress. Dan told me he used to ‘borrow’ them from time to time so that his brother didn’t suspect he was queer. He also joked that it would never occur to Steve that there was always a few pages featuring men. Dan confessed to me that if he was lacking visual stimulation that he made due on occasion with the plastic looking Ken dolls in those magazines.

I reached out and placed a hand on his hip. He stopped smoothing my hair to rest his hand on my cheek. Concern and love in his very blue eyes.

“You sure your OK?”

I nodded and tried to smile up at him. Now that my fantasies were about to become reality, I was suddenly apprehensive. I was going to cross some sort of line. Like I mentioned I was excited and afraid at the same time. I also felt like a dork.

Time seemed to stand still for a few moments. He hoovered over me as if trying to make sure I wasn’t going to die on him. We locked eyes and laughed. I could see he was nervous too.

I started running my fingers along the sides of his crazy leather undergarment.

It looked good on him, but I suspected it had to be uncomfortable.

“I want to go down on you.” he whispered.

I wanted that too for the most part.

He firmly pushed my hand away again and knelt down to tug at my waist band once more.

I scooted my ass forward on the chair and lifted up to help him. I felt myself start to tremor violently once amasya escort I was totally naked.

Damn it!

The rest of my body may have been quaking in fear of the unknown, but my dick stood right up to say hello.

“Dawg…” Dan gasped out his eyes full of awe. “I knew you were packing some heat, but you never told me you had Godzilla hiding between your legs! It’s like a foot long!”

It was in reality maybe nine to ten inches long and just a little less then three fingers wide depending on my arousal.

The compliment, plus the heat in my lovers gaze, flattered me. I tried to relax.

We were both laughing again.

” Easy,” he crooned. He sank down as if to worship my blood engorged pole. He gently caressed my thighs in a soothing manner. “Just relax…”

In spite of the way I was trembling more precum dripped from his touch.

A delighted gleam sparkled in his eyes as he reached out and gently grasped the base of my cock.

“Your juicing up for me.” he looked more than pleased with himself..

I gasped as he leaned forward and slowly licked the precum from the shaft to it’s source.

“Mmmmm.”

I felt a jolt of electricity run through me as his tongue flicked in and out of my piss slit. He was playing with my balls a little as he did this.

“Shit!” I hissed mindful to keep my voice down. “That feels so fucking good.”

Dan’s eyes glinted up at me pleased he’d found another hot spot. He continued to tease my hole for a little bit. I bit back my moans. I was going to go fucking insane if I couldn’t scream.

Easing up on me, Dan started licking around the head. Still looking up at me while I groaned from the warm wet sensations, he began drooling all over my cock before taking me into his mouth. The feeling was fucking incredible. It was such a turn one watching him bob up and down on my rod. The whole time he kept his eyes on my face.

My hands were in his hair running the short spiky locks through my fingers.

I closed my eyes to shut down the thrill watching was causing me, but just hearing the sloppy slurping sounds made the heat of passion more intense for me. I was whimpering like a puppy dog (so he said later) and finding it real hard to keep quiet. I should have thought to turn on the radio to drown out any noise we might make in here.

Dan was starting to moan too as he slobbered up and down my length. His tongue would swirl around my head and tease my hole again, then he’d go back to the up and down motion.

I was so close to blowing. I felt a prickly numbing sensation in my ass and the backs of my legs.

“Dan….” my breath came in jagged gasps. “I’m gonna cum.”

I thought it would be considerate to give him fair warning should he not want me to come in his mouth.

“MmmmmHmmmm.” Dan picked up the pace. He was also taking me deeper with each stroke. The vibrations of his vocal encouragement plus the sight of his nose pressed up against my pubes, caused my cock to throb violently.

My balls literally exploded and shot hot lava. The intensity of my orgasm rocked me. I was literally sobbing trying to keep quiet.

Dan expertly took all I had without wasting a drop. He’d given head before. It made me jealous to know I wasn’t his first. I brushed that thought back as he licked my softening prick clean.

Dan pulled himself up and practically sat in my lap.

He took my face in his hands and rammed his tongue down my throat in a hot kiss.

He hadn’t swallowed it all. He’d saved some for me. Instead of being revolted by my own flavor, I eagerly sucked his tongue in return.

Dan broke the kiss and pressed his face against mine.

“I’ve wanted to do that to you forever.” he sighed.

I wasn’t nervous anymore. I wanted to do everything to him he’d just done for me.

I reached down and caressed the steel bulge through the leather.

“I think it’s your turn to sit in the Captain’s chair.”

“Ok” was Dan’s very enthusiastic reply.

He kissed me quickly on the lips before standing to peel the leather briefs down his slender hips.

I admired the well shaped masculine tone of his body.

My lover had only a smattering of hair on his chest, but to my shock not a hair on his pubic area.

He smiled and rubbed the length of his slender eight or nine inch slightly banana curved cock.

“I think we might have found the lock ness monster.” I quipped remembering (with maybe just a touch of pride) his Godzilla comment earlier.

His face flamed, but he laughed.

I reached out to pull him to me so I could examine him up close and personal. “You don’t have any pubic hair?”

“I shaved it for you. I wanted to make your first time as easy as possible.”

It never occurred to me a guy could do this and wished I’d have thought of it.

“That’s hot.”

I stood up and pushed him down into the chair.

Eagerly, he spread his legs, giving me a very sexy ‘come and get it’ look, as I sank down to my knees in front of him.

His cock was glistening with precum. I thought perhaps I should start by licking him clean.

“Lick it, Baby.” he instructed in a heated whisper. “Lick it all over.”

I had never tasted another guy before.

With a slight taste of plastic or vinyl that I suspected might have been the ‘leather’ briefs, his precum was slightly salty, but good.

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I’ve always enjoyed my friendship with my best pal Jeremy. We became real good chums ever since we were classmates in school. Jeremy was one good-looking dude, with the cutest smile. He has a slender build, but as I watch him in gym, it was very obvious that all of his weight training worked.

We became so close that we always would rotate spending nights each other’s houses. Last weekend was his turn to stay at my house. Normally our times together were fun, but uneventful. We did the usual guy stuff. But I had such a crush on this guy I was determined to make this sleepover different than any of the others.

He had dinner with us and we spent several hours watching TV until finally it was time to head up to my bedroom. Once we got there, we did the bathroom thing and started to strip down to our jockeys. I didn’t want to be too noticeable, but out of the corner of my eye, I made sure that I watched this hunk undress. When he took off his shirt he revealed a smooth and wonderfully muscled chest. He unzipped his jeans, pulled them down and stepped out of them. I just had to take a quick peek at his crotch. I could tell he really filed those jockeys and my dick was starting to stir at the sight. I figured I better turn away quick because I didn’t want Jeremy to notice what was going on in my pants. I took off my clothes and got down to my jockeys and walked over to turn out the lights, while Jeremy climbed into his bed. I got to check out his cute, well-rounded butt that was stretching the fabric of his shorts. I just had to have this guy as my cock now became fully erect. I hurried up and got into my bed and pulled up the covers.

In the dark we talked about so many different things that were going on in both of our lives. I always loved taking to Jeremy and confiding in him and him in me, but tonight I wanted him to get to sleep, and fast. You see I had this idea in my head that once Jeremy fell asleep I could get to do some exploring. Unfortunately, Jeremy was a real motor mouth tonight and I thought he would never shut up. I waited and waited for him to fall asleep but he kept going with that excessive yacking. Finally, I said, “Jer, I am so tired, I need to go to sleep.” With that we both said good night and I rolled over, pretending to go to sleep.

I laid there for a long time just waiting for Jeremy to fall asleep, even pretended to snore a bit. Finally, after about 15 minutes, I could tell by his breathing that he finally was in dreamland. Little did he know what would be kastamonu escort in store for him. As quietly as possible I slid the covers off and sat up on the edge of my bed. I could tell by my stomach that I was really starting to get nervous about what I was about to do, but I was on a mission and it had to be completed. Even though the room was pitch black I knew my bedroom well enough to figure out where his bed was. Slowly, I eased off my bed and got down on my hands and knees on the floor. I quietly crawled over until I felt the side of the mattress on Jeremy’s bed. My dick had gotten so hard in anticipation of what I was about to do.

I moved my fingers to the top of the mattress and, being a small bed, I knew that Jeremy was not that far away. My heart was beating like crazy as I knew that the time had come. I thought to myself, “Don’t wake up, Jer, don’t wake up.” Bravely, I found the thin sheet that was covering him up. I listened carefully to his breathing. Damn, even he was cute when he did that!!! It was now time for action. I had to touch his cock. With one hand I began to slowly pull down the sheet that covered his sleeping body. I kept my other hand busy rubbing my hard dick through the cotton front of my jockeys and they were really starting to get wet. Because I was afraid I would shoot my load right then and there, I decided to stop playing with myself so that my mission wouldn’t end abruptly and be a failure.

My hand found Jeremy’s hip and it gently brushed the side of his underpants. I could tell now that he was lying on his back. I cautiously moved my hand to the top of his briefs. I could feel the warmth and smoothness of his lower stomach, as it moved up and down with his breathing. I then got the nerve to slide my hand down over the buldge in his shorts. I could now feel the outline of my best friends cock. Slowly, I moved my fingers up and down his thick shaft through his underpants. I needed to feel his naked cock so I just had to try and slip off his jockeys. If I could, I would also like to give his tip a good licking without him knowing it. I guess that would be asking too much. I continued to feel him up through his shorts, moving down to his balls and back up his shaft. All of the sudden, I notice that Jeremy’s cock was getting harder!!! Yes, he definitely was getting rock hard!!!! I quickly removed my hand.

I listened for his breathing and didn’t hear anything. I think I have now been caught. Yet kayseri escort Jeremy was still quiet. Maybe he is still sleeping, but at this point I could have cared less, I had to feel his naked dick whether he was awake or not. I started again to explore his hard cock through the thin cotton of his underpants. I could feel the heat that it was giving off and I knew that it had reached a full erection. Was he asleep, or wasn’t he? If he was awake he certainly wasn’t doing anything to make me stop. It’s time now for phase two. I worked my way down to the bottom of his bed and pulled the sheet all the way down. I got up the nerve to lift the waistband of his jockeys and slide them down a little to reveal his naked rock hard cock. It was really throbbing as I touched it. I lightly ran my fingertips over the surface and then grasped him firmly. I slowly started pumping him up and down and his hot dick felt so good in my hands. Still, Jeremy did not say a word. I can’t believe that he could be sleeping through all this. I was really going hot and heavy, I wanted to stop because I was afraid that I would lose Jeremy’s friendship, but I was so horny and hard, I had to keep going. My pumping on his cock continued until finally I got my answer about whether Jeremy was asleep or not. I felt a hand reach the top of my head, lightly rubbing my hair and a voice whispering “Robby, suck me, please!!!!”

Needless to say I was totally startled. “You asshole” I shouted, “You are awake!”

“Yep,” said Jeremy, “and I have been awake the whole time.”

“Your hand felt so good on my dick I didn’t want you to stop.”

“So, you gonna suck me or not?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, I want to do that more than anything, but next time you will have to blow me!”

“It’s a deal,” said Jeremy. “Wait just a sec,” I said. I wanted to make sure I saw what I was doing so I got off the bed and went over to turn the light on, but dimly.

I returned to the bed and saw my gorgeous hunk of a best friend lying there with just his jockey shorts and his boner sticking up from where I had pulled them down. I removed his shorts and tossed them aside and climbed back into bed with him. Seeing his dick with the light on, it was everything I had imagined it to be and even more!!! I used both of my hands to explore his smooth body from top to bottom. I got down in between his legs and started to tongue his balls which were so large, but smooth. He quietly whispered “Oh kıbrıs escort yes, Robby, give it to me.” I continued to give his balls a great tongue job moving from one then to the other, planting wet sloppy kisses on both of them. Jeremy’s moaning continued and got louder and louder until he finally shouted “Suck me, SUCK ME!!!!! The front of my underpants were really tenting out from my hard on and they were really getting soaked with my pre cum.

A low groan came from my throat as I began to tongue the base of his cock. I began sucking the side of his prick like it was my favorite flavor lollipop. I worked my mouth to the tip of his hard rod. Jeremy was all boy, or should I say man, judging by the size of his dick. I rolled my tongue around tasting his tangy pre cum, which was the first I had ever tasted other than my own. He began to move his hips as I went up and down the head of his cock. While doing that I reached my hand under his hips to grab his ass cheeks and give them a good massage. Jeremy moaned even louder. “QUIET,” I said, we don’t want to wake up the family, do we?” I continued to suck his dick and massage his ass and I thought my cock was going to explode from the excitement.

I swallowed Jeremy’s pounding cock deeper than ever. I was really surprised that I could take so much of it down my throat. While giving my best friend my first blowjob, I could feel his cock start to pulse. Then it happened, he started to shoot his cum into my mouth, and it tasted great. He shot again, again, and AGAIN. Would this boy ever stop? It must have been days since he jacked off last because of the amount of cum I was taking in. I was really enjoying it so much I hoped he wouldn’t stop. I sucked and tongued and swallowed every blast of his sweet cream. I never wanted this to end, and I knew for sure that my hot, sexy, Jeremy didn’t. But all good things must end, unfortunately. The flow of his cum finally stopped as his prick began to soften in my mouth. Finally I shot load after load of my own cum into my already wet jockeys.

Both of us collapsed against the bed and moaned softly. I glanced at Jeremy’s body one more time. It was perfect and his soft cock was now curled to one side, probably wondering exactly what had taken place. I put my arm around Jeremy’s shoulder and drew his body close to mine. “That was fantastic, wasn’t it dude?” I said to my new lover. “Oh, yeah, I will never forget tonight,” said Jer. “Well, it’s late, we better get to bed” I said as I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then before leaving his bed, I grabbed Jeremy’s hand and put it on my cum soaked jockeys. “Don’t forget your promise, Jer, next time you do me”

“I’m already thinking about it, Rob, can’t wait” With that I got back up and turned out the light, went back to my bed and Jeremy laid down in his. “Nite, Rob.”

“Goodnight, Jer.”

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I woke up to the knocking at my front door. My grogginess turned into anxiety. Whatever power Dylan’s dare had over me last night had passed. With that also came excitement that the curse was potentially a thing of my past, or at least a secret again.

I jumped up and grabbed the briefs from the floor and put them on. I put them on! I actually had clothes on my body again!

I bounded to the door and opened it to see Dylan with two cups of coffee.

“You have underwear on!”

“I do!”

“And it looks like my dare worked for you last night…”

“Huh?” I looked down to my body where he was looking. “Oh shit, sorry dude!” I ran away back to my bedroom to clean off the dried cum from my stomach. Idiot.

I put on some jeans and a shirt after and it felt so good to be covered up again. Over coffee we discussed the night. How surprisingly happy I was last night and even now today. How I didn’t have any urge to turn my phone on which was the only fear I had.

Dylan apparently had done some research last night and couldn’t find anything on Google about this curse. I hadn’t told him the exact details like the website for some reason. Maybe shame. Maybe I thought if I told him about it he would accidentally stumble upon it and he’d fall into the same hell.

After we caught up we headed over to the mall in his car. While at the store the clerk asked if we wanted to port over my data and contacts and we both said “No!” a bit too urgently. I explained I had a bad break up and wanted to start fresh. New number. No contacts. Clean slate.

He seemed confused but also disinterested so he just set me up with a new phone and number.

While we were out Dylan and I did some browsing and ended with lunch. I felt so much better.

“Happy to have this all behind you?” he asked while we ate.

“Well, it’s not really behind me. But yeah, now I’m not in the fire at least.”

“Ah, yeah that’s true. Any thoughts on how to fix it?”

I sipped my water, “honestly no. I’m going to try and retrace my steps tonight and then go from there.”

“You’re going to try and get cursed again, dude?”

“No! But, I’m pretty sure I can’t get worse. The curse website was pretty specific on accepting dares.”

“Wait, it was a website?”

Ah shit. “Yeah. There was like, an incantation that I must have accidently read that made me this way. I’m not sure why I didn’t tell you.”

“Why were you even there?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing, but it was basically a pop-up during a porn sesh.” I took a bite of my burrito bowl.

“Fuck. I’m paranoid to look at porn now.”

“I doubt you’ll ever stumble across it.”

“Why? What sort of porn were you looking at?”

Fuck. I was accidently giving too much away to Dylan.

“Let’s not talk about that here or now. Just, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Okay, B.”

The first few days after that were filled with anxiety. I constantly wondered if I would bump into that bitch or she’d somehow get my number. But after the first week, things became more normal. Work was going good, I was hanging out with the guys again (albeit at houses now, no more bars for me), and it was becoming easy to forget about my curse.

Two weekends later, my dishwasher stopped working at my place. It took another week for maintenance to come take a look and they asked I be there even though they had a key. They like their tenants available in case there are questions which I think is pretty bull shit but I took a half day.

When the guy finally got to my place he was an hour behind when he was supposed to show up so I wasn’t pleased. The dude was probably late 30’s, early 40’s. He wore some junk overalls and a blue flannel shirt. He may have been handsome 15 years ago but I could tell his muscle turned to soft flesh and his beer belly was clearly present. I’m not sure why he chose to dorn a thick mustache either. Whatever, his life.

“Brandon Zaverick?”

“Yup, come on in.”

“The dishwasher, yeah?”

“Yeah, over this way.” I led him to the kitchen and pointed it out. “It sounds like it’s running but nothing’s getting cleaned. I’m not sure if it’s a water problem or something else.”

“Okay, I’ll take a look. Give me a couple hours.”

“Hours?! I’ll need to get back to work after lunch.”

“Sorry man, best I can do.”

“Well if you had shown up on time we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Do you want a fixed dishwasher or not?”

I debated on just throwing him out but I’m sure he was the only maintenance guy they had on staff. If I didn’t want him to fix it up that just meant ardahan escort it wouldn’t get fixed.

Sigh, “fine, yeah. Just try and make it quick.”

He gruffed and got to work inspecting it. I headed back into my room and got my laptop open to check some ESPN while I waited. Probably 45 minutes later I decided to go check on him.

When I got to kitchen I was shocked and pissed instantly. My dishwasher was disassembled almost fully, parts strewn across the kitchen and everything seemed wet.

“What the fuck dude? This place is a mess!”

“I have to take it apart to see what the issue is.”

“Really? That seems like a stupid way to do this.”

“Are you the repair man or am I?”

“Honestly, I don’t know at this point.”

“Kiss my ass,” he said nonchalantly.

“Are you fucking kidding me, man? I want you out. I’ll call the front office to get someone competent.”

“Huh, oh that’s right. I’m supposed to start it with a dare.”

My heart dropped, “what did you say?”

He cleared his throat as he stood up. “I dare you to kiss my ass?”

I widened my eyes in fear and horror. How? How did this guy know? Did she tell him? Did Dylan? So many thoughts ran through my head as I walked over and knelt down. He turned around and pushed his clothed butt out to my face and I gave it a nice smooch on his left cheek.

As soon as I did I jumped up and away from him, “Who told you?!”

He was laughing hysterically. “I can’t believe you did that. What sort of bet did you lose?”

“WHO TOLD YOU!” I was furious.

“No one. There’s a note on your door.”

I couldn’t connect the dots so I went to the front door and opened. Attached there below the peep hole was a small handwritten note with a simple sentence scrawled on it, “This guy will do ANYthing you dare him to.”

I heard the guy behind me, “I figured you must have lost a bet or something and had to follow dares today or something and your buddies were making sure everyone knew.”

“No. No. No. You need to get out. Now.”

“But what about your dishwasher?”

“Get out! Now! Get the fuck out of my apartment!”

“I dare you to calm down?”

It felt like cold liquid washed over my body and I shivered. My tensed muscles loosened. I still wanted this guy gone but he was right, why did I need to be so uptight about it?

“Would you please mind leaving, uh, I actually didn’t get your name.”

“Bud. And actually I think I dare you to invite me to stay as long as I want.”

“Of course, Bud, make yourself at home. Stay as long as you’d like.” I mean, he was fixing my dishwasher after all. Of course he could stay.

“Haha, wow. This could be fun. I dare you to act like a dog!”

I dropped down to my knees and started to walk around on all fours. I came over to him and sat back on my butt, looking up to him expectantly with my tongue out. “Aw, good boy. Dumb boy.”

“I dare you to chase your tail.”

I suddenly got the urge to chase my imaginary tail around and around. I kept going until I got dizzy and fell over defeated. Not only could I not get my tail I couldn’t even see it! I probably should have been angry at Bud but I could imagine why this would be entertaining.

The entire time Bud had been laughing heartedly. “Okay this is pretty fun. Is there anything you won’t do, man?”

I just looked up at him with my head cocked. What did he mean? Didn’t he already know I would do anything?

“I don’t think dogs wear clothes do they, Brandon?”

I shook my head. They didn’t afterall.

“Think we should undress you then?”

I mean, I didn’t want to get naked but I did agree to act like a dog and he had a point. What type of dog would I be with jeans on? I nodded my head.

“Okay then boy, come over here and roll on your back.”

I did as told and he lifted my shirt off my chest. “Oh wow, you’re in really good shape buddy.” He continued his task by undoing the button on my jeans and unzipping me. My white briefs below became exposed. Bud reached beneath me and slipped his hands under my butt but inside my underwear to help pull them down. In a moment I was naked, lying on my back for Bud.

“Aw, little boy’s got a little boy.” He reached down and took hold of my soft package. I was a little uneasy with this but he was gentle. “At least you’re not neutered, right Brandon?” He started laughing as he jiggled my balls.

“Wanna play fetch boy?”

My eyebrows perked up. Of course I did! I barked a bit with excitement.

“Alright, well since it doesn’t adıyaman escort look like you have any toys how about you fetch your underwear for me.”

I looked over and dug my briefs out of my pooled jeans with my mouth. I leaned over to Bud and placed them in his lap. “Good boy,” was the welcomed praise I got. He then threw the undies across the room near the couch. I bounded off after it, my ass bouncing up and down as I chased after it.

Bud repeated this a few times before he must have gotten bored with me. “Okay boy, time to go potty.”

If I had dog ears they would have peeled back. Did he want us to go outside? I mean, a good dog would but I also was starting to feel a little shame. I think Bud sensed it. “Oh, is my little doggo afraid of going outside?”

I nodded with whatever attempt at puppy eyes I had.

“Okay, well good thing you’re not potty trained then. You can just go right there.”

Wait, he wanted me to pee on my carpet? That’s something a bad dog would do.

“Go on, go potty Brandon. Go potty!”

The commands were hard to ignore but I felt such shame. I should be going potty outside! Not inside! I would get in trouble!

“Brandon, I dare you to go potty!”

The stream started instantly. It felt so good; such relief. The yellowing spot grew on the ground under me and started to wet my knees a bit. Once I was done the temporary joy washed away.

“Bad Brandon! Look what you did on the rug!”

I crawled away and tried to hide behind the recliner in the living room. “Nuh uh, mister, get back here. Right now!”

I tentatively walked back to Bud, knowing I was a bad boy.

When I got close enough to him he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face into the wet stain. “Bad! Bad boy! We don’t go potty inside!” While my face was pushed down Bud spanked me hard three times on my exposed butt. Each rewarding him with a yelp from me.

“Alright, you’re going to have to make it up to me, boy. Come ‘ere.”

Bud walked over to the couch and I followed him with my invisible tail between my legs. As he go to the couch he undid the straps of his overalls and almost immediately they dropped to the floor. Little did I know Bud had been going commando under those.

The two things I noticed was that he seemed to be half-hard and my god was he thick. I know I wasn’t exactly average in that department but this thing was like a soda can. It wasn’t that long, maybe only 6 inches? But fuck, it was thick.

But why was Bud getting naked? Was he going to pretend to be a dog too with me? The thought of having a dog friend was exciting.

“Come over here and get to know me.”

Get to know him? What did Bud want me to do? I crawled over to him and sat in front of his lap, looking at his face, trying to guess what he wanted of me.

“Go on, sniff me. Dogs love to smell crotches.”

Oh that’s right! That’s how I identify people. Of course, Brandon! I immediately brought my face to his balls. They had a really powerful musk smell that was actually quite wonderful. My nose would push into his soft sac a couple times while sniffing around and my cheek rubbed against his thickening member.

“You can lick it if you want.”

Did I? Do dogs do that? I mean, his crotch did smell pretty good so I’m sure it tasted just as good. I gave the side of his balls a little lick to see. Oh wow! It was wonderful! It was such a rewarding, salty flavor that made me salivate. It made sense why dogs loved crotches so much!

I licked more aggressively trying to cover everything between his legs with my tongue. His balls were my favorite flavor but they soon started to taste more bland. I moved to his inner thighs which were also pretty good but got boring faster. I started to lick down his knee but it didn’t taste like much so I went back to his balls.

They had regained a bit of flavor but I decided to try his cock. I licked the side of it and it bounced happily. Bud started to moan a little which I took as encouragement to keep going. And boy was I happy I did. As I licked up the side of his massive shaft I finally reached his head and there was a little drip of clear liquid on it. It was a hallelujah moment. It was like concentrated ball flavor with something new and unique.

I kept licking at his head but he was starting to dry up. I whined when no more delicious liquid was being doled out.

“You like my pre-cum, boy?”

I did!

“I think you may have licked it all out. But I’ve got something even better in reserve if you’re willing to work for it.”

I karabük escort would do anything for more.

“Go ahead and try and put my whole cock in your mouth. I know I’m big but see if you can fit it in there.”

Strange request, I thought, but why not. If it meant I could get more yummy treats I was down. I struggled to get even half of him in my mouth. He stretched my mouth fully and I could feel my back teeth rubbing against his cock.

“Ahhh, okay, no that’s not working. Too much teeth, boy. Don’t you know how to give a proper blow job?”

A blow job? I wasn’t giving him a blowjob! That’s gay! I was just getting to know him and eating up his treats. What was he talking about?

“Guess not. You didn’t strike me as a fag, I guess. For the record, nor am I. But my girlfriend left me a couple days ago and your impatience and bad behavior got me reeling with opportunity. And hey, getting some action is action, right?”

I just stared at him, occasionally stealing licks of his cock head or balls when I thought he wasn’t paying attention.

“Okay, let’s try something unconventional. Brandon, I dare you to jack me off with both hands while you hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. Use your tongue and just swirl it around a bunch.”

Wait, this was starting to sound like a blowjob! But, he had been really nice to me today. He played fetch with me, got me out of those uncomfortable clothes, and didn’t even punish me much for making a mess in the house. He even let me lick his really tasty parts!

I obeyed my master.

Even though the head of his penis was still really thick, I was able to hold it in my mouth without my teeth rubbing against it. I followed his instructions and jacked him off with both hands while keeping my tongue moving.

He must have been a bit deprived because quite quickly he started to tense up and his moans got louder.

“Ah.. ahhh.. Oh fuck. Fuck! I dare you to swallow my load. Fuuuuck!”

Luckily Bud wasn’t a shooter or the shock may have startled me off his cock but while the cum stream wasn’t forceful it was plentiful. A steady, thick stream of salty gunk filled my mouth and coated my tongue. Because it was slow enough I was able to swallow it all down for him, just like he asked.

I kept up my action though while he convulsed until he told me to get off. “I can’t take it anymore, shit. I’m too sensitive after I cum.”

He just sat there and breathed heavy for a bit. He laughed and grabbed a pillow next to him and threw it over onto the ground.

“Brandon, I dare you to fuck that pillow like a dog until you cum all over it.”

I pivoted away from Bud and leaped over to the sexy pillow toy and went to town. There wasn’t any hole to shove my little dog dick into but griding up against it was filling me with such pleasure. I humped and humped and humped until I felt my balls start to contract into me and furrowed my brow. Unlike Bud, I was a shooter, and my cum splattered onto the pillow but since my dick as pointing up it also went up and over the pillow onto the carpet beyond.

I kept humping through the release until I, too, was panting.

Bud was laughing as I came down from my high. He continued to laugh as he pulled up his overalls and got himself buttoned back up.

“Whew, man. What a day for me. And for you too I suppose.”

He walked into the kitchen and stated to collect his things. I sat and watched him. “Okay, boy. I’m going to go. I have other appointments today that I shouldn’t be late for. I’ll stop by some night this week to finish up your dishwasher though, don’t worry. Maybe we can go for round two also!”

As he started to leave I began to whine. Was he really going to leave me all alone? The thought was unbearable. What if I never saw him again?!

“Oh yeah. Okay, let’s see. Brandon, I dare you to go sit on the couch and stay quiet.”

I did as I was told like a good boy.

“Now, I dare you to stay like that for 10 minutes. After those 10 minutes you’ll be back to the normal you.”

He walked out when he was sure I wasn’t moving and I patiently watched the door. He opened it back up though and said, “Oh, and I dare you not to tell the police or the front office. I don’t think anyone would believe you but just to be sure.” He winked at me and was gone.

10 minutes later and everything washed over me in horrible waves of realization. I still tasted his cum in my mouth. My cum was smeared all over my pillow and carpet. A huge pee stain on the ground from ME had grown cold.

I just laid back on my couch and cried. I didn’t go back into work. I didn’t call Dylan. I didn’t know what to do except fall back into my worst nightmare. I thought I had escaped this with my new phone but somehow she had found out where I lived. It was only a matter of time now until she got a hold of me directly.

And what she would do to me then, after getting away from her for almost a month, I couldn’t imagine.

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Chaste Honeymoon: Why A Metal Cage?

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### Disclaimer. This is completely imaginary fiction. All the characters are over 18 years old. Dean e Britney sono in viaggio di nozze, ma non è necessario leggere gli episodi precedenti della serie “Here Comes The Bride (Only)” https://www..com/series/se/here-comes-the-bride-only.. English is not my mother tongue, forgive my mistakes.###

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Chapter 1. Why metal?

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“May I ask why your husband wears a metal cage?” asked a very young girl in a shy voice.

My wife Britney was lying beside me, naked, wearing only her wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses. And the key, which hung from her slender ankle.

While she was at least partially clothed, I was completely naked. CFNM: It was one of the main rules of our Chaste Honeymoon (and then it would be for the duration of our long marital cohabitation). She was always wearing something, to reiterate at all times that she was free. I, on the other hand, always had to be naked, to remind both me and those who met us that I was her submissive husband.

On that morning at the naturist beach, I was certainly not the only naked man. But while the others were simply naked (and free to be as naked as they wished), I was naked with a metal cage clutching my testicles and penis, preventing any erection and forcing the tip to bow perpetually before the Owner of the key to my lock. In addition, I had my wrists cuffed behind my back with a pair of padded leather manacles, comfortable but impossible to open without the key. Because the sun was beating down, my wife had slathered sunscreen on me, but to keep the heat from scorching the metal, she had allowed me to spend most of my time under the umbrella. However, the touch of her hands, with the slippery, soft cream, had turned me on so much, and a large drop of precum was motionless on the tip of the cage, amplifying my humiliation in front of everyone.

The girl coughed to get my wife’s attention. “If I’m not too rude, I’d like to ask, ma’am — how come your husband wears a metal cage? Doesn’t he risk getting red-hot in the hot sun?”

My wife smiled. “Good morning, kind young lady! You look very young, may I ask how old you are?”

“Oh! I am nineteen years old, ma’am! I am here on vacation with my parents, we have been a naturist family for generations. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, if my question is too personal or intimate, I won’t ask anymore…”

“But no, dear, it’s just that you look so young, you don’t even have a wrinkle! Allow me to make introductions as one does among well-behaved people. I’m Britney and this is my husband, Dean, nicknamed Dean the Paladin.”

“Paladin?”

“Well, it’s partly a nickname due to a role-playing game we used to play with friends, Dungeons and Dragons…but partly it’s because his penis is locked up inside this shiny armor, 24/7.”

“Oh! Geez, ma’am, 24 hours a day! You force him to sleep with the cage on?!”

Britney smiled with a look full of serene joy. “I don’t force him, dear, he’s the one asking for it. He begs me to keep him locked up. But don’t call me “ma’am”, it makes me feel so old!”

“But I saw the ring on your finger!”

“Of course, I am a married woman, but in my heart, I still feel like a maiden.”

“I see.”

“Call me Britney. You see, the metal cage has the serious drawback that it is likely to get hot in the sun. This is quite a problem, especially at a sun-filled resort like this: and so we try to stay in the shade of the trees, or the umbrellas at the bar. For this Chaste Honeymoon of ours, the girls gave us many different devices: one completely flat, one almost upright, and one made of Surgical Nylon, which is durable but super light, covering his glans like an eggshell, without getting too hot.

But my favorite is this metal one, partly because I know that’s the one he likes best. And because it’s very light, it doesn’t weigh much on him–other cages need a leather belt to hold them in place, but this one doesn’t. This one is perfect, almost magical.

You should know, Greta, that before this metal cage, Dean had purchased a silicone cage.

Are you curious about this narrative, dear? And would you like to know more about our Casta Honeymoon?”

“Yes, of course!” chortled Greta enthusiastically.

Britney raised her torso and with her finger beckoned me to kneel.

I obeyed without hesitation.

The girl looked at me with wide eyes.

“What is your name, dear?”

“My name is Greta… Britney.”

“Does it bother you to see a married couple exchanging kisses in public?”

“No, go ahead.”

“What if I ordered my husband to kiss my chest while I tell you about the cage affair, would that be embarrassing to you?”

“No, no problem–for me! But maybe it’s a problem — for him!” chirped Greta, hinting with her eyes at the drop of precum hanging from my cage.

“Oh! Don’t worry about him! His swollen blue balls have been increasing in swell since a few weeks before the wedding — including a bachelor bayburt escort party where he was provoked by a dozen bridesmaids. And during the wedding, and even the night after, and every Honeymoon day to this day.”

I nodded to reassure Greta that I was consenting and that it was okay.

With one hand, Britney attracted my head to her right nipple. Meanwhile, she chatted quietly with her new friend, as if nothing important was happening.

“You see, the idea of male forced chastity had come to him first. It was Dean who proposed me to be the keyholder of his lock because that was his desire: the thing he craved most.

For a physical problem, I don’t get much pleasure during vaginal penetration–I’m not saying I suffer, however, it is not my favorite sexual activity, that is. And by a lucky combination, he doesn’t experience much pleasure either — ha, ha! In these weeks, he doesn’t experience any pleasure at all. But let’s say in the months leading up to the wedding, we made love a few times, but neither of us liked it very much. And I never reached orgasm… He, like all males, would cum without difficulty, but it was very complicated for me.”

Greta nodded without interrupting. In that position, I could see her badly, but the shadow of her on the floor had nodded.

“As you can see, Dean is very skilled with his tongue. Dean dear, please turn around and dress this girl: it is not polite for you to show her your back, and your naked ass! Give her a good look at the little cage and the huge blue balls.”

I turned around, slowly, and spread my thighs so that Greta could see my predicament. My wife’s hand was holding the back of my neck near her nipple, but in that position, my eyes could see that Greta’s pussy was almost completely exposed amidst very short trimmed pubic hair. The clitoris, proudly, protruded out of her labia, glistening with humor. With her lips tight and tense, Greta did not speak, perhaps trying to hide her excitement.

My wife, on the other hand, showed a broad smile. With her other hand Britney picked up the drop of precum, then she offered it in front of my mouth.

I licked my wife’s fingers, swallowing my precum.

I could see that Greta was holding her breath.

My wife stood up, wearing her hat and glasses. With that gesture, she had pushed my nipples away from my mouth. She caressed the back of my neck forcing me to kiss the hip bone: close to the pussy, yet so far away!

I would kiss but now and then a badly stifled grunt would come out of my throat, testifying to my frustration and desire. With each grunt, Britney seemed even more joyful, and almost more aroused precisely because I could not cum.

“You see, Greta dear, most males just want to cum as on as fast as they can. YOU don’t know it, but your peers have competitions to see who can cum the fastest – absurd, isn’t it? They don’t understand that premature ejaculation is the opposite of what they need.

In fact, in my personal opinion, if a man remains denied under lock and key for a week or two, then the erection is more intense and lasting, the stamina is greater, and even the amount of semen ejaculated I would say… I don’t know for sure because before I see him, usually, he has already swallowed it all… You confirm, Dean dear?”

I nodded. Duration, Stamina, and increased amount of semen. Maybe only in my case, I don’t claim it’s a universal rule for all males. It used to happen that way for me. And I use the verb in the past tense because it had been a few weeks since my last cumshot, unfortunately.

“My Dean was different from other men–I am not saying that he is the only one because sales figures certify that every year males buy tens of thousands of chastity devices, either the cheaper ones to play a joke on a friend or those customized with the customer’s choice of engravings. Some of the buyers are gay, of course since 1999, but most are heterosexual husbands who wish to grant their wives control over their erections.

Dean had bought a silicone cage-it was perfect. Short, just the right size to contain his penis in its flaccid condition. Oh, don’t get me wrong: my husband has an average-sized penis, with a perfectly acceptable erection, and I’m sure we’ll have children soon if the heavens allow…I hope to have a boy and a girl.”

[Spoiler. A few months later I impregnated Britney, and the following year we would return to the resort for our first anniversary, with her in full pregnancy. But that’s another story. Two children, a boy, and a girl, and a decades-long cohabitation, even as empty nesters, always caged. Another spoiler, Britney never cuckolded or cheated me in all my lifetime].

When Britney declared that she wanted to have two children, she instinctively caressed her belly with her other hand, and without meaning to, hit my lip with her finger.

“Oh, sorry, Dean dear! Did I hurt you?”

“Oh! But then you are not a sadistic woman!” exclaimed Greta.

“Me, bartın escort sadistic? No, not at all. Well, I can give him a spanking now and then, but it’s not my main obsession… I’m aware that some choices I make cause Dean pain and frustration, but he’s always willing, and he has two safe words for just in case.”

“Understood.”

“As I was saying, he had bought a silicone cage. He was all happy because it was perfect in both length (short length) and diameter. He showed it to me: I was reluctant at first, but then, seeing that he was so profoundly happy, I gradually agreed to set aside reluctance and accept what at first was just a toy. A sex toy for short denial sessions, nothing more. And then…”

“and then what? Tell me more!”

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Chapter 2. “Tell me more!”

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Britney with her hand pushed my neck toward her pussy. Softly, but firmly.

My nose was in front of her clit.

Greta did not pull away.

Britney smiled.

“You seem very excited, girl. I’ll tell you the rest of the story, but first, you have to tell me if you have a boyfriend who makes you happy.”

“Um…yes and no…I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t make me happy, no. For example, he didn’t want to come on vacation with my parents, because he says Naturism is wrong. E…”

“E…”

“And then he never goes down there. He says his favorite superhero is Batman and I don’t know what movie, Batman says he doesn’t lick pussy. Maybe Catwoman’s Pussycat, I don’t know exactly. And he states that for that reason he doesn’t-“

“I see.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s my line!”

“No, I understand. I too have had a boyfriend or two lick my pussy for only a few seconds and then impale me with his hasty hard cock while I was still dry. Then each of them would cum quickly, two pumps champs, never caring if I had reached orgasm or not. And the answer was always: no.

Then I met Dean, and he was always so forthcoming with me- even before I wore the cage. We experimented with vaginal penetration, but after he would lick for a very long time… he’s very skilled.”

Greta’s eyes glistened, just as the clitoris protruded outside the labia glistened.

My wife gestured with her hand. Greta did not understand what she meant, but I did: she meant, “Today I feel like a generous woman.”

Britney sighed then said in a soft voice, “I get the feeling you need me to impress my husband on you for some quality time, girl.”

“What? No! I could never ruin a couple’s harmony during Honeymoon!”

“Chaste Honeymoon, dear. My husband will be left with handcuffs on his wrists and the cage locked. I will only lend you his mouth and tongue. You’ll see that he’ll be able to make you orgasm that way too; he’s skilled.”

“But I don’t want him to cheat on you with me!”

“It’s not cheating if I’m the one ordering him to do it, and if I’m there to watch what he does, and if all the people involved are of age and consenting. What do you say, Dean dear? Do you want to utter one of your safe words to avoid this situation?”

It was the first time since the beginning of our meeting that my wife asked me to speak. Usually, Britney does not want me to speak, because, as she likes to say, my mouth is more useful in other ways.

With a matter-of-fact voice I said, “It would be a great honor for me, to obey my Owner’s orders, and make every effort to give the girl present an orgasm as part of a new friendship.”

Greta was enraptured. “Uh, how well you trained him!”

Britney shook her head, “I didn’t train him. He has always been this way. I just go along with his desire to be submissive. But, listen to me, Greta: I can’t order my husband to lick your pussy here at the pool. Do you want us to go to your apartment, or ours?”

“I am on vacation with my parents-they are open-minded, but maybe…”

“I see. Ah! I understand. We’ll go to our apartment. It’s very close: the first fenced garden along the wet sand path, after the crossroads.”

My wife took Greta by the hand and walked unhesitatingly down the path. I was to follow her, like a dog follows its master, two steps behind.

The two young women exhibited round, firm ass cheeks.

With each step, I admired the fine line of the ankles, the marble fullness of the buttocks, and the double dimples in the middle of the lower back. If I hadn’t had a metal cage around my penis, I would have had a volcanic erection: perhaps I might have even cum, just watching the gait of two naked young women. But instead, I had asked my wife to keep the key to my lock aside, and so I walked slowly, with a full cock and swollen balls.

In front of me, I could hear my wife’s voice recounting the vicissitudes of my first silicone cage.

“He had shown me the first silicone cage: it was black, very sleek, and contained him like a shell. The first few times it had been just short play sessions, as if it were just a sex toy: but then it had become a real way of life.

However, ığdır escort one day, when we were not yet living together, he came to my house with a strange face.

The silicone cage had broken! He had come in all sad, saying that the testicular ring had broken! It appeared as corroded.”

“Corroded? How is that possible?”

“Well, often these items travel in the cargo holds of airplanes, and the cargo hold is not air-conditioned, therefore, the luggage is subjected to severe temperature changes. Sometimes the silicone freezes, literally, and that changes the chemical composition of the materials and, ultimately, the durability.”

Britney stopped in the middle of the wet sand path. She took Greta’s hands. Two steps further back, I froze frozen, looking at these two young women, completely naked (except for a wide hat), as beautiful as ancient Greek statues.

“Believe me, Greta. I thought he was telling me ‘This is a sign of destiny, the breaking of the ring is to indicate that the Universe does not want me to wear this device, Mother Nature does not want.’ Instead, do you know what he said to me? He said, “Britney, I feel naked without my cage, I feel unprotected and unsafe! Please help me buy a metal cage, I don’t want to experience this feeling ever again!” So I hugged him and consoled him because he was crying more than Linus when he lost his blanket (actually, his mother had put it in the washing machine).”

I was still. I thought Greta would laugh at me. Instead, Greta slipped her fingers from my wife’s hands, hugged me, and whispered, “I’m sorry you suffered, Dean. I understand that you are a good boy and it is not fair that your silicone cage broke.”

I felt her nipples like two pencils pressed against my chest.

Her tits were firm, sweet, and immature as only a nineteen-year-old girl can be.

I longed to be able to touch them with my hands, but my wrists were cuffed and my cock was under lock and key!

My heart was beating wildly, pumping blood toward my penis to support an erection as straight as a baseball bat. But alas, the curved bars of the cage were forcing the flesh of the penis in that downward bow, and I could do nothing but stand still in my frustration.

Greta took me by the hand and accompanied me, following my wife through our fenced garden.

After opening the front door, my wife stopped. Britney spread her legs wide, letting the doorposts touch the ankle bone, and pushed her ass cheeks back.

“Get into this position, dear, while I sit in my chair. You can also hold on to the door frame with your hands if you like, or you can spread your cheeks apart to allow Dean’s tongue easier access to your rosebud.”

“Are you serious?”

“What a sure thing! My husband is a Rimjob artist.”

“OMG! I washed first, but I didn’t think…damn…what if he sucks at licking me? My boyfriend never even kissed me back there…”

Britney entered the house shaking her hands in disapproval. “A boyfriend who doesn’t perform oral sex doesn’t deserve the title of boyfriend. This is just my humble opinion, you can stay on your hill. But at least taste–my husband is at your complete disposal, behind, and then in front, whenever you want.”

I was behind, motionless and silent. No one had asked my opinion. My mouth was to be used for something more useful than talking.

Greta mimicked the obscene pose exhibited by my wife. It was obvious that all passersby would see me, but her face was hidden in the darkness, and no one could recognize her. I guess someone could imagine that I was just a gentle submissive husband licking his beloved wife’s buttocks.

I knelt. In front of my face were the 19-year-old’s firm buttocks.

Greta’s fingers spread the cleft between her buttocks, giving me a perfect view of the target. I began with small kisses and soft licks, which made her gasp.

Greta kept saying, “OMG, how embarrassing, this has never happened to me, OMG,” but she did not pull away or give the slightest sign that she wanted to stop.

I began darting my tongue deeper and deeper. Her moans were increasing my arousal. The penis was futilely trying to gain an erection, but the curved bars forced it to remain motionless, bowing in a humiliating way.

Inside the bedroom, I heard the sound of the magic wand. Britney was toying with it as she watched how obedient I was.

Greta had stopped being embarrassed and was pushing my face between her buttocks, clutching my hair with her right hand. I guess her left hand was resting on the doorframe. She moaned and yelped as if she was about to orgasm, which seemed impossible, but encouraged me to push even deeper.

Then, suddenly, Greta stepped forward, sliding away from my protruding tongue.

I waited on my knees until she said, “Come!”

Then Greta giggled, like a happy child, and said, “I stand corrected: you can’t come, ha, ha! But reach the side of the bed on your knees: I will welcome you with open arms!”

It was not her arms that were waiting wide open, but her thighs. With two fingers, she spread her labia, allowing her clitoris to protrude proudly and proudly.

I needed no further commands. On my knees, painfully dragging my swollen blue balls, I reached the bed and began to lick and kiss her, starting from mid-thigh and leaving no area of skin without a kiss or lick.

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A little more detail than my normal tale.

I had a very sheltered life; my parents had never explained the birds and bees so my limited knowledge was from school mates. As to be expected this information was not very reliable or accurate. So when Eva became my first real girlfriend I had zero experience. We had been seeing each other for the past seven months. It took three months before we got intimate but we had been making up for lost time ever since. We were lying in her bed relaxing after a vigorous event. I love oral sex, both giving and receiving and we had spent an extra longtime practicing our skills on each other. I’m not sure but I think Eva had three very satisfying orgasms and I know I had two of them.

It was after we shared a shower and I was dressing when she asked me if I’d ever had a prostate massage. I confessed that I didn’t know if I did or not. She informed me that if I didn’t know then I had never had one and if I would like to try one next Friday. She could fix us dinner and later we could see what I thought about them. I might mention that Eva was five years older than me and she didn’t hide the fact that I wasn’t her first or second or third person she had experience with. She would sometimes say things like, ‘Jake and I would or sometimes Mike liked to’. Because of my zero experience she could guide and teach me so many things.

That Friday we had a pleasant meal. Meat loaf, mashed potatoes and mixed vegies. As I helped clean up Eva asked me if I still wanted to try a prostate massage. I thought a massage can’t be all bad. When I played football in high school we were offered back and leg massages they felt good, so yah I was up for a massage anytime. Oh what a surprise I had coming.

Eva was a professional massage therapist so she had a regular table and all the supplies. When she told me to strip and lay on my stomach I was quick to follow her directions. I expected her to undress also and when I asked she merely said this was all about me. Later if I was able we could see about her needs. Like a normal massage she started to rub warm oil on my back. She started on my shoulders and slowly worked her way down.

It was when she finally reached my butt that things began that was maybe not what I expected. She was spending a lot more time rubbing and squeezing my cheeks. She would use both hands and spread me open. I was worried that she could see that private place. When she held one cheek to the side and a slippery finger slid down the crack I knew was exposed. I was feeling ashamed kütahya escort and excited. Eva was touching me back there.

My penis was kind of hard when I first lay down and I had lifted it to point up. I didn’t want her to see it if I got hard and get offended. It was a good thing I did because I was getting harder. I had to wiggle a little to give it room. She slapped one cheek then the other, not hard but enough to sting. She asked me if that felt good. I just grunted. Then she hit them again harder and asked if that was better. The third time she smacked me even harder and when I cried out so told me I should have answered the first time.

I felt her long hair touching my backside and she kissed one cheek and then the other. When she asked if I was ok I told her I was. She bit me, not mean like, more a love bit. I was realizing I was likening this massage. Enjoyable and Interesting, I never would have thought that getting spanked and kissed would be like it was. She could give me a prostate massage any time.

I sighed and started to thank her for such a good massage when she informed me that it was just starting. I was to relax and just let it happen. She spread me open again with one hand and I could feel more warm oil running down the crack and across the butt hole. Then she was touching and rubbing right there. Damn that did feel good. And then it got better.

I could feel a finger pressed against me. Then it slowly slipped inside, just a little ways. Eva asked if I was doing ok. When she wiggled her finger I told her yes, I was ok. I was disappointed when her finger was withdrawn. I was hoping she might do it a little more, actually a lot more would have been good. Being in there was nice and when she wiggled her finger it was even better.

It did get better. She poured more oil, all over my ass. She massaged and pulled and spread and spanked and just spent minutes working me over. When she asked if I was ready for more I couldn’t believe there could be more. As she was running a finger up and down the crack I was ready for whatever she had in mind and told her so. She moved up and whispered in my ear that it was just starting, there was a whole lot more to come.

That finger that had been rubbing me back there was suddenly back inside me, only this time it was in deep. When she started to pull it out I was disappointed until she pushed back in. Oh it was wonderful; she was fucking me with her finger. The pleasure was unbelievable. malatya escort I was humping the table, moaning and getting close to coming.

Then she pulled her finger out. I begged her to do more; I was close, so very close. She chuckled and said she knew that but she wasn’t done yet, there was more. She told me to relax a minute. Hers hands were softly running across both cheeks and she softly hummed some nameless tune. From time to time a finger would slide down between my cheeks reminding me of the pleasure I felt before. More oil was applied and worked in. I could only wish she would do more. I had been so close and then denied.

I thought that Eva loved me. Here she was just some heartless bitch, tormenting me. Treating me to such pleasure and then stopping. It wasn’t fair, I deserved more. She had no pattern to what she was doing. She might spank me, one – two – three times, slip a finger inside, sometimes shallow – sometimes deeper, knead my cheeks like bread dough, gently run her hands all over, a finger might slid over my nuts or worse yet nothing for over a bit. She was driving me crazy. My cock was so hard I was afraid it might bust open like an overcooked hotdog. When I would hump the table she would tell me to stop doing that.

She demanded that I get up on my knees with my shoulders down on the table. What devilish thing did she have in mind now? More oil, more rubbing, more finger teasing the opening only now my balls were out in the open and they were caressed with a slippery hand ever so gently. Then it was a finger being pushed back in as she worked the ball sack. She was slowly finger fucking me. I was in agony.

So I reached back and took ahold of my needy cock. Her finger came out and she let go of my nuggets and slapped my ass hard. With a no nonsense voice I was informed to leave that alone. If and when she decided it was time she would tell me I could touch it. The torture continued, slaps, fingering, ball play or just ignoring me for periods of time.

Then it got better. After another application of oil her finger went even deeper. Somewhere in there she found a spot that made me cry out in pleasure. She laughed and informed me she had found my prostate. Now I knew what a prostate massage was. It is, it was, the most wonderful feeling in this world. I could feel my orgasm coming. There was no stopping it. Until she pulled her finger back out and went back to massaging my butt cheeks again and running a finger up and down the batman escort crack and tickling the opening or holding my balls in the palm of her hand.

I was begging her to finish me. A giggle and she told me soon, maybe. She had one or two more ideas and I should be patient. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted it now. I begged some more but she stood firm. All she would tell was that the wait would be worth it, maybe. I begged some more. I couldn’t believe she could be so cruel and or I could be such a wimp, begging a woman to let me come.

When she told me to roll over on to my back I could only wonder what she had in mind for me next. The wait wasn’t long. She rubbed my stomach firmly. Then she picked up my cock and moved it out of the way so she could rub me over my pubic hair. I was back to begging her to stroke me, finish me, I needed relief. Smiling she leaned over and gave me a kiss and said soon. It would soon be over just a little longer. The best is right around the corner.

She lifted my right leg and told me to hold it up. I grabbed it behind the knee and then the left leg was up in the air with me holding them both up. Then I was to spread open. In her dictator voice she wanted to be able to see everything. I watched as she poured more oil on my cock and my balls and my ass crack. She was right. The best was coming. One hand was masturbating me. The other hand was down below and a finger was gliding inside. I was being jerked off ad finger fucked. Eva warned me to tell her when it was going to happen.

I didn’t need to. Even if I wanted to, I was beyond the power of speech. I could only moan. Thankfully she sensed it. A finger was massaging my prostate. She was stroking me rapidly and just before I exploded she leaned down and sucked my cock head into her mouth to swallow my explosion.

I don’t think words can describe the feelings I went through. It was the most wonderful experience in my life. As her finger was pulled out, as her lips released my cock I was unable to move. My legs flopped down to the table. I just lay there so relaxed, so content. I must have fallen asleep. The satisfaction of Eva never crossed my mind. I could only breathe. The world was wonderful. I was at peace.

Someone was talking to me and pushing on my shoulder. Telling me to get up and go shower. It was after midnight and I had to go home. The shower revived me enough to remember what had happened and that I hadn’t done anything to Eva and I had to. She had never even undressed. I needed to do her. It wasn’t fair.

I offered, I pleaded, and I begged only to be told that all was good. As I was resting she had taken care of her needs and if I was able I should come back later the next week and we could do something. Had I ever seen a strap-on?

The end

Thanks for reading this little tale. I hope some of you enjoyed it. Comments are welcome.

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Warning: Story contains female desperation, forced wetting, and other piss fetish.

Disclaimer: All characters are purely fictitious; similarities to real human beings are not intended. Any similarity is to be regarded as accidental and done without the knowledge of the author.

Copyright remains with the author.

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Wetting her panties, Gillian felt warmth spreading in her crotch as she was typing the last paragraphs to her new story. Soon, Shara and Ger would have another item to add to their female desperation site. Pee started dripping from her chair onto the carpeted floor under the hotel desk. Rejoicing in her naughty act, consciously soiling the material that was hers only for a night, she felt a wave of ecstatic heat flooding her body.

Three hours ago, she had eaten a small salad and drunk a couple pints of beer with her colleagues before retiring to her room. She had made good use of her time, enjoying the slow build-up of desperation as the beer filtered through her system. The story of Meg and Kelli had spooked through her mind since earlier today, and her filling bladder provided the right inspiration to bring it to paper.

Now her story had almost reached its climax — and her sphincter had given in. First a short, hard jet of piss had soaked the gusset of her panties, but she had managed to clench shut. Five minutes she sat, pushing her hand against her dripping pussy, trying to force her body to obey a little longer. Her black business skirt was pushed back, exposing her pink cotton panties — to nobody. She was alone, fortunately!

The same was not the case for Meg. She was still with her employer, watching in awe the scene unfolding before her and fighting similar disobedience of her body. A trickle of urine was slowly finding its way out of her nether parts, soaking through her panties and running in a glistening rivulet along her thigh.

Gillian resumed writing. She had to finish her story before the accumulated volume of hot piss broke the barriers of her pelvic muscles. Trained through regular pelvic exercise and holding games, she knew she only had a few minutes left before her dams burst — despite the controlled spurts she squirted into her lower garments every once in a while. Already, the padding of her chair was completely soaked and a constant trickle along her leg was slowly soaking into the soft carpet her naked foot rested on.

This is how I imagined the genesis of the stories that introduced me to erotic literature. Shara and Ger’s site is now defunct and Gillian’s mostly lesbian stories, often with two-word titles like John Grisham’s novels such as “The House”, “The Job”, or “The Match”, have all but disappeared from the web.

Her stories of female pee desperation, wetting, humiliation, punishment, and — ultimately — pleasure inspired me to start writing myself. A character in my first story “Bunker Break” (available on Literotica) is named after her.

Somewhat later, I wrote a tribute to Gillian: “A Fortnight Later or It Happened on a Weekend” is the first part of a short series spun in my mind as a sequel to her aptly titled story “Punishment by Desperation”. Its title says it all: punishment by desperation. Yet there is so much more…

For those who didn’t get a chance to read Gillian’s story while it was still online, let me provide a short introduction of the situation — somewhat evolved by my repeated fantasizing about it — without giving away too much of the original story.

Kelli’s parents were pretty well off and played their role in the local community. They held to their reputation, and unfortunately Kelli had been caught in some situations that made it appear prudent not to leave her without supervision. This despite her being a senior in high school and recently having turned eighteen.

They had hired Meg, the well-mannered and impeccably behaved daughter of one of Ms. Anderson’s club acquaintances. As appearances mattered in their little world, they were not aware of their babysitter’s motivation to accept the job: Yes, Meg needed the money — her parents didn’t fully finance her expensive college degree. But first and foremost she was sexually attracted to Kelli. She had seen her more than once, but as her lesbian interests needed to remain a secret from the older generation, she had never found an excuse to chat her up. Hence she eagerly accepted the offer to become her tutor.

One day, she found herself accompanying the stuck-up, spoiled brat to the mall. Kelli’s character left much to be desired. Had Meg not been in a position of authority, she couldn’t have put up with her behavior. And now — they had barely reached the mall — Kelli already needed to use the bathroom. Just twenty minutes ago, she had rushed Meg to hurry to drive her to the mall…

To her chaperone’s delight, Kelli had not been able to use a bathroom at the mall.

Much later, as they were walking over the parking heading to Meg’s car, Kelli was in a desperate state.

“I got to pee!” she burst out, wrenching artvin escort herself free of Meg’s grasp and running for the mall’s entrance.

Meg turned and slowly walked behind her, smiling as she observed security closing the doors, locking the mall for the night. ‘What a sexy ass in these tight black leggings — she really is a hot girl!’ Meg thought by herself, sighing. ‘If only she hadn’t such a terrible character.’

“Can you believe it!” Kelli screamed as Meg reached her. “He closed the door in front of me. I told him I’m desperate to pee. I can’t hold it anymore! Fucking asshole!”

“Watch your words when you’re with me!” Meg admonished her.

“What am I to do now?” Kelli accusingly turned to Meg. “I’m bursting! My bladder, my whole body hurts. I’m going to wet my pants!”

Meg smiled at her. It was not a warm smile. “You’d better control yourself — we’ll be home in less than thirty minutes. You’re a grownup woman, not a baby girl. You can control your body!”

Kelli had half hoped to be able to squat behind the car, but when she made a move Meg quenched all her hopes:

“Are you crazy?” Meg chided. “Expose yourself in public? Do you want to risk ending up at the police station? After the attention you drew to yourself with your dancing around and shouting at the guard — you can be sure he’ll be watching us until the car leaves the mall’s grounds!”

And that was it.

Kelli was stuck with her bulging bladder in Meg’s car, the seat belt doing nothing to ease her predicament. The better part of half an hour’s ride home — an eternity in her state.

Had Kelli expected her ordeal to be over when they got home, she’d soon find out she’d been mistaken. Meg had had enough of her behavior and decided to pay back by making her suffer her pee desperation even longer.

I can’t give away the heart of Gillian’s story; just know that Kelli ended up wetting herself in front of her babysitter shortly before her parents returned. When Kelli was about to tell them, Meg cut in and divulged how Kelli had misbehaved at the mall. As a consequence, Kelli was grounded and received a solid spanking on top when her mother discovered the mess she’d left in the basement.

“You didn’t need to see this.” Mr. Anderson commented as he handed Meg a generous tip on top of her pay.

He’d been distracted by Meg flashing her panties as she sat facing him during the punishment of his wayward stepdaughter. He hoped Kelli hadn’t felt his growing boner as she lay spread across his knees. He could have sworn Meg’s panties showed telltale signs of moisture and he wondered if she was aroused. Or had she been about to lose control the way Kelli had?

Stepping out of the house, Meg felt a first — no, second — spurt of pee leave her urethra, filling the space between her labia before filtering through her panties and running along her athletic legs. She was about to lose control, about to piss her panties like she had never done in her life. She’d already trickled a little when she’d sat waiting and watching. Had Mr. Anderson noticed? Her aroma had been wafting through the air around her, mixing with the smell emanating from Kelli’s soaked panties.

Meg was about to come — hard. She didn’t know Mr. Anderson’s stare was following her and taking in the glistening streak along her leg. She didn’t see the tent his boner was building in his trousers, but she wouldn’t have cared. She sat in her car, leant back and let the pent-up urine flow, not caring about the consequences for the padding of her seat. Pulling her blue nylon panties to the side, her fingers were frantically rubbing her love knob until she came, and came, and came. Little did she know that by now Kelli lay in her bed, doing the same — or she might have come even harder. Nor did she notice Mr. Anderson standing at the kitchen window and watching her through the curtains, furtively caressing his boner and hoping his wife would be busy a little longer, cleaning the mess in the basement.

After her orgasms, Meg needed to recover for a few minutes before she was able to drive. At home, she inserted the memory card she had “borrowed” from Mr. Anderson’s camcorder and played the video of Kelli wetting herself, over and over again, masturbating all night.

This story kept playing in my mind long after I had switched off the computer. Slowly, a sequel emerged, based on the same characters but otherwise entirely the fruit of my imagination:

About two weeks had gone by when Kelli’s parents asked Meg to come over again. This time, they were going to spend the weekend with friends about three hours’ drive away. Being grounded, Kelli wasn’t allowed to come.

On her drive to their house, Meg fantasized about the things she would like to do. But if things went wrong, how could she make it look like Kelli’s fault? It was hard to think of a way to make Kelli play her assigned role without squealing to her parents. Meg wasn’t sure Kelli had learned from past experience aydın escort to keep her mouth shut. It seemed best to leave no traces (and hide any technological gadgets like her cam before the Andersons came back). Without evidence, she knew, they would believe her rather than their stuck-up daughter.

Meg wore a short skirt of a light fabric in washed-denim look and had decided on a white tank top that didn’t require a bra yet accentuated her medium-sized round breasts. Sexy, yet business-like enough not to provoke suspicion with the girl’s parents.

She arrived at Kelli’s house just in time. Kelli’s mother already sat in the car and had started her SUV — she was going to drive. Mr. Anderson handed the house-keys to Meg before joining his wife.

“Enjoy your weekend!” he said.

“Thank you, sir!” Meg replied politely, smiling at him as he walked to the car.

“I hope, my daughter doesn’t cause too much trouble — make sure to tell me, if she does!” he winked with a conspiratorial smile.

Meg noted a bulge in his trousers he could barely hide when he turned from the waiting car. What could be the reason? She knew she looked quite sexy with most of her long legs exposed, but not so much he should be aroused. Had he been reminiscent of the events a fortnight ago? Did he have anything more exciting in mind as he said his last words? All of a sudden, she remembered how he had stared at her when she sat in front of him, watching him punish Kelli. Did he know she had enjoyed the sight? Kelli’s ass had been fully exposed to her gaze, only covered by soaking wet panties. They had turned almost see-through by her piss accident. Had he guessed she was into his stepdaughter? Would he mind?

She decided not to let him know she was a lesbian. She’d continue to play the role she had taken as the reliable, honest college student able to cope with the vices of his daughter. Was he having an eye on her, hoping to seduce his employee? During a previous job at a hotel lobby, Meg had remarked men generally tended to be more forgiving towards young, attractive, sexily clad women — and how it affected tips. Mr. Anderson didn’t seem to be an exception. She would wear something sexy when he returned — just in case. Maybe it would enhance her credibility with him if she should happen to get into trouble because of Kelli…

It was Sunday morning. During the night, Meg had come up with the idea to provoke another accident, leaving some traces. She would show those in case Kelli was going to denounce her. The Andersons needn’t know what had happened the day before.

Meg woke up around eight o’clock because she needed to pee. She decided to get up and clean the house to prepare everything in case Kelli’s parents returned unexpectedly.

Her full bladder pushed on her sphincter and she hurried to get the work done. She needed to pee, but she wanted to have everything ready before Kelli woke up, too. Before long, she had cleared away the traces of their partying last night: They had gotten drunk on some Vodka she had provided and engaged in some interesting games, a video of which was on the memory card she hid in her car. The card now in her camcorder only showed boring holiday footage. Finally, the bathrooms were prepared — cleaned and locked — too. Being done with her work she could no longer deny the urgent need to pee.

Argh! Too bad: She had locked the bathroom doors before she went to the toilet! She was caught in the same trap she’d set up for Kelli. ‘Tough luck’, she thought, ‘I’m going to find somewhere else to go.’ Relishing in the extreme pressure on her bladder, she wandered once again through the house, forcing her body to obey just a little longer. Holding her pee, she checked every room, making made sure everything was in order. At the same time, she was looking for a place to naughtily release the floods stored in her bladder. She felt a whole night’s liquids pressing on her pelvic muscles, straining to be expelled.

As she entered the living room, a thought crossed her mind. There was a large pot with kitchen herbs that Ms. Anderson was growing here, right at hand for cooking. Meg knew the family used the herbs to spice their food and to prepare herbal teas. What if she abused it as her toilet?

She felt her body tickle with excitement as she visualized the Andersons eating leaves she had peed on. A really kinky idea! And maybe she could even blame it on their daughter in case the Andersons returned early? After last time’s incident with Kelli peeing in front of everyone in the kitchen, she was convinced they would take her word for truth! Last night, the drunk girl had confessed not daring to bring up the subject again with her parents. This meant they had never found out the real circumstances leading up to the incident and still believed Kelli had done it in defiance of her babysitter. Meg was terribly turned on. She remembered every second of Kelli wetting herself in front of her.

Meg took off her balıkesir escort pajama trousers and straddled the pot. She felt herbs tickling her legs as she got in position to moisten the soil with her concentrated morning pee. She briefly touched herself — it felt so wickedly hot, she felt her juices lubricating her sex as she was about to spray her piss all over the herbs. Then she relaxed her sphincter muscles. She was so wonderfully naughty!

A spurt of golden pee left her pussy, soaked her panties and, dripping, moistened the parsley. Pee was running along her thigh. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside — liberating her nicely bundled stream. Yet as she caught her labia in the process of pulling her panties, it fanned into a wild spray of fragrant piss. She watched piss dousing the leaves between her legs. A fine mist covered the low table around the bowl. She shifted her hips to make sure she hit all the different kinds of herbs growing in that bowl, covering them in her morning urine.

Would Ms. Anderson use the basil first? Did she wash the thyme leaves before preparing a meal? Or did she trust the rosemary needles were as clean as one could expect them to be, being grown in her own living room?

Meg peed for about thirty seconds, emptying her full bladder all over the plants. She noticed she had almost filled the bowl, the soil being really drenched with her pee. A few drops had missed and dribbled on the carpeted floor. What a mess! If Ms. Anderson found out, she would certainly suspect her daughter of doing this!

Kelli needed a bathroom badly when she got up around ten o’clock. She ran to the bathroom opposite her bedroom and almost crashed into the door: locked! Cursing, she bent forward, holding her crotch. She had to pee so badly! The alcohol had let her sleep past the point at which her filling bladder usually caused her to wake up.

Quickly, she ran to her parents’ suite — only to find the master bedroom closed as well. Hammering at the door she shouted for Meg. Where was she? Why did she find two bathrooms locked? Or did her parents lock their rooms because they didn’t trust her fully? Had they found out she sometimes used their bathroom with the bubble bath and giant shower when she was home alone? She felt betrayed — did her parents trust her so little that they locked their rooms in their absence? Kelli and Meg had not come close to the room yesterday. A violent spasm in her bladder made her cringe: she needed to run to use the downstairs toilet!

Again the same result: locked!

What was going on? She was getting desperate. Her belly muscles cramped and she felt how her sphincter gave in. Urine was pushing through her urethra and she felt a first few drops spread in her vulvar vestibule. Running down another flight of stairs, she sprinted into the basement.

Bad memories flooded her brain as she crossed the gym and reached her dad’s workout bathroom. Losing control in front of Meg had been so humiliating! But it had felt good as the pressure subsided, warmth spreading in her groin and along her legs, her body relaxing, anguish and tension giving way to a relaxed feeling of bliss. The memory almost made her lose control.

She doubled over, pushing a hand in her crotch to stop her pelvic muscles failing her. Eventually, she regained composure and walked up to the closed cubicle housing the toilet. It was locked, too. All bathrooms were locked?! Why? She noticed a strong smell of chlorine. What was going on? She had to find Meg — it dawned on her she would be able to explain. Kelli was raging with ire at her babysitter: how could she dare doing this to her!

Desperately, she chased all through the house again, looking for Meg. Only after she had scrambled through all the rooms twice — from her room upstairs to the gym downstairs — she gave up. The urge to pee had grown so strong she had not been able to perform a very thorough search. She had called for Meg, but not very loud — if she exhaled too hard, her bladder threatened to burst.

In almost every room she had had to double over and press her hands to her crotch, holding herself between her legs to lessen the pressure on her bladder. But now she felt her sphincter was giving in. Her labia were already moist with stray drops which had found their way out of her bladder. She needed a place to pee! Fast! Was there anywhere she could go? She couldn’t hold her pee much longer! But where? There was nowhere to go! After her past experience, having resulted in her buttocks meeting her father’s ruler, she was definitely not going to get caught peeing anywhere inside the house!

The garden! This was the solution, she thought. Why didn’t she think of it before? She could pee in the swimming pool and tell her parents, Meg had done it.

Bullshit — no one would know anyone peed in the pool. No need for an excuse!

But now that she’d had the idea, she couldn’t let go of it: She wanted revenge. She wanted to get Meg compromised. She longed to see Meg getting punished, switching places with her…

She was getting carried away by her fantasy. There was no way her step-dad would lay hand on his employee. Oh, how she hated her chaperone. She didn’t need anyone to supervise her — she was a grown-up adult, she could take care of herself! And she’d never forgive Meg for what she’d endured a fortnight ago.

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Note from the author: For reasons beyond my control, I had to abandon my other Author account here on Lit. I however wanted to continue with this series that I started with that account. I changed a few things, and think I actually improved this chapter a bit. So, if you recognize it, know that I did not plagiarize it, it is my story. This is the first of four chapters, unless I am inspired to write more. There are many categories this story could fit into including Interracial love, gay male and BDSM, but I figured the blanket of Fetish covered it all. Please vote and comment at the end. I love reading them. That being said, the title character is not a good person, and those she dominates are quite weak, so please spare me the negative comments about her other characters in this story. It’s erotic fiction, They are not real. Take it for what it is, relax and enjoy it. Also, there is “race play” and “gay” acts. If this offends you, please move on.

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“Dad I’m Home!” Came a voice from downstairs.

Curtis’s eyes shot wide open, and his body froze as he recognized the sound of his 20-year-old son’s voice calling for him. He looked up pleadingly at his fiancé, Vivian, begging for some concession.

“What’s the matter love bug?” Vivian asked with faux concern.

“Please Goddess, please don’t let him see me like this.” Curtis begged.

Vivian loved making him squirm. It wasn’t the first time she had put him in this kind of predicament; possibly exposing his “little secret” to someone in his family. She had done the exact same thing the day Vivian met Shelly, Curtis’s 23-year-old daughter, a few months back.

Vivian was standing next to the bed she shares with Curtis, looking down on her fiancé. He was lying on his back with his legs resting on her shoulders and feet near her ears as she drove an 8″ black strap-on cock deeply into his stretched asshole. Curtis was wearing a sexy little, pink, silk “A” cup bra along with a matching garter belt, stockings, and patent leather 5-inch spiked heels. His caged 5″ cock was leaking precum all over his pelvic section.

Reluctantly Curtis moaned with pleasure before whining another plea toward his wife-to-be, “Pleeeeeease my queen, pleeeeeease?”

“OK.” She said in mock exasperation, as she withdrew the fake cock from Curtis’s ass and removed the harness that was holding it to her body. She quickly pulled on a figure-hugging dress that accentuated the curves of her opulent ebony body. “Don’t you move little one. I want to get to know your boy on my terms. You will stay right where you are until I return, no matter how long I am gone. You understand me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Curtis replied as he wilted to her command,

“Good boy.” She jibed with a wink.

Curtis hadn’t seen Jared in over a year, as his son had been studying abroad in Munich. Curtis wanted to see him so badly, but he surely didn’t want Jared to see him like this. He was mad at himself for letting his pecker run his life again, getting him into this situation. His plan this morning was to make everything perfect for Jared’s return, today. However, Vivian had not let him come in almost two months, and this morning Curtis had been dying for a release. When Vivian suddenly promised him that he could have a release if he made her come three times and took her strap-on in his ass. Her offer made his plan to prepare for Jared, go right out the window. Earlier, when Curtis began licking Vivian to her three orgasms, he thought for sure he had plenty of time to finish those activities before Jared’s arrival. What he didn’t know was that Vivian had other plans. Her plan was to hold back her orgasms as long as possible, drawing out the completion of his tasks, eating up all that time, putting him in his current situation; vulnerable to exposing his secret to his son. When he had finally helped her achieved the three required orgasms, she told Curtis she wouldn’t fuck him or let him have an orgasm until he dressed up like the little “sissy bitch” they both knew he was. She had then made him change his outfit four times until he picked the exact one, she had in her head. She was beside herself with glee as he hurriedly changed over and over trying to pick the correct one. As might be expected, it was his last possible outfit that passed the test. Vivian just loved manipulating her little, wimpy white man.

***

Vivian slipped into her own 5-inch spiked heels, looked at herself in the mirrored closet door and applied a thick layer of the sexiest red lipstick she owned, before kissing Curtis on the forehead and exiting the master bedroom. She arrived in the hall a few seconds before Jared reached his father’s bedroom at the end of that hall. She smiled at the 20-year-old and relished the admiration he instantly bestowed upon her. She giggled to herself as she put a finger to her plump “Passion Red” colored lips.

“Shhhhhhh, he’s resting. He had a long night.” Vivian greeted Jared, in a hushed voice, as she closed the door behind her. “I am Vivian, kırklareli escort and you must be Jared. Why don’t you and I go downstairs and get to know each other a little better.”

Jared thought it odd that his father would be sleeping this late in the day, but just nodded dumbly as his sexy stepmother-to-be walked past him and headed for the stairs. His prick jumped in his pants as he followed her, watching her hips and her fabulously round ass cheeks wrestle against the tight fabric of her dress. “She is fucking hot! Nice work dad.” he thought to himself, as she proceeded down the stairs ahead of him. Vivian led him into the family room before turning around and reaching out for a hug.

“Come here you handsome boy. Give your step-mommy a big hug.” she said, alluding to her future status. “I have been looking forward to meeting you in person for so long. Your father has told me so much about you.” She praised the bewildered young man.

Jared moved in and hesitantly held his arms out. He couldn’t believe just how gorgeous his father’s fiancé was. Vivian pulled him in tight and her superbly firm, braless breasts pressed obscenely against his chest. He pulled his pelvis back away from her because he was sure she would be able to tell his cock was hard, and Vivian again chuckled to herself as she noticed the move.

In her heels, Vivian was just taller than Jared’s 5’10” stature, which was three inches taller than his father. Jared had taken after his deceased mother’s side of the family when it came to height. The sexy pungent scent of her perfume permeated his sinuses and caused his cock to throb. The contrast of her tangerine-colored dress against her flawless, deep ebony skin was intoxicating. That, plus the heat from her body, had Jared fearing he may blow his load in his pants at any second. Vivian finally released her grip and sat on the couch, directing Jared to sit on the love seat opposite her, on the other side of the coffee table. All of a sudden Jared noticed all the changes in the room, the furniture, the huge flat screen TV, and he was impressed, wondering where his father had come up with all the money for the improvements. He moved to the love seat. As she sat, Jared noticed Vivian’s dress crawling up her thighs. When she nonchalantly parted her legs a bit, Jared got an unobstructed view of her uncovered and perfectly waxed pussy. He tried not to stare, but it was utterly impossible. This woman oozed sexuality and he was just soaking it up.

Vivian watched deviously as her soon-to-be stepson volleyed his gaze from her magnificent breasts to her tantalizing pussy and realized this seduction was going to be a synch, maybe even easier than when she took control of his father……and his big sister. Jared’s seduction would not take place during this first meeting. No, it would be a longer, slower, tantalizing torment of the somewhat naive young man.

The two talked for almost an hour. Vivian couldn’t help but notice the young man’s immediate infatuation with her. She relentlessly teased him with her perfect body the whole time, but only talked of casual subjects like his experience in Germany, his hobbies, his likes, and dislikes. It appeared on the outside, to be just two future family members getting to know each other. However, from Jared’s perspective it was all about trying to steal glances of Vivian’s pussy and cleavage without being caught as he tried his best to hear and answer her questions. As for Vivian, it was all about allowing Jared to steal those glances and appearing to not notice as she gathered information about her third victim of this family, while portraying a motherly warmth that soon had Jared eating out of her hand.

“Jared, my sweet boy, would you be a dear and make a run to the store for me? I want to make chicken enchiladas for dinner, but I don’t have a thing I need, in the house.”

Jared of course agreed enthusiastically; his little cock tingling at her referring to him as “my sweet boy”. He watched with great lust as she gracefully moved around the kitchen compiling the list of things she needed. She gave him a hug after handing him the list and thanked him. The hug lingered, not so long as to give away her intentions, but too long to be a maternal hug. Again, Jared’s prick jumped causing him to withdraw his hips from the embrace. Vivian gave an evil laugh inside her head as she let go and dismissed him, handing him the keys to her Cadillac.

“Take my car, but don’t tell your father, I haven’t let him drive it yet.” She told Jared with a wink. Needless to say, this only heightened his arousal toward the sexy ebony goddess. This would be the first, but not the last thing she would make him keep secret from his father.

Before Jared could pull out of the driveway, Vivian was back in the master bedroom, disrobing and pulling on the harness holding her favorite black strap-on. Curtis looked on with great wonder as his ebony mistress donned her afyon escort sex toy and approached her submissive, as if on a mission. Before he could ask the question, Vivian answered it.

“Don’t worry sugar plum, Miss Vivian didn’t corrupt your son………yet.” She assured him, painfully drawing out the moment before uttering the last word.

This time, Vivian ordered Curtis to bend over the bed. Then she slowly and deliberately slid the thick black phallus into his greased asshole. Curtis moaned his acceptance, and his caged penis throbbed, filling its metal prison. The temptress leaned over, pressed her perfectly firm, large breasts against his back and pulled his head back by his hair, like a bitch, so she could whisper into his ear while she methodically reamed his needy asshole.

“No, I didn’t touch him, but we both know how much fun I’m going to have turning him into a black cock slut just like his daddy, don’t we?”

Curtis didn’t answer, but he couldn’t help moaning as her sheer dominance aroused him to no end. He was so conflicted. He didn’t want to have his son turned into black cock sucker like him, but again his cock was thinking for him, and he didn’t fight it.

“I asked you a question my little black cock sucking whore.” She reminded him, her demeanor changing from the sweet loving domme she was before she met his son, to a more aggressive and humiliating one.

“Yessssssss!” He hissed, knowing that was not only the correct answer, but the only one he was allowed to give.

Vivian continued her rhythmic rooting of Curtis’s asshole, as she continued to fill him in on her plan for his unsuspecting son.

“There is one difference between your training and his though.” She teased, waiting silently a few moments for Curtis to ask what that was. The whole time she waited she rammed the fake cock up his ass over and over, never speeding her movements.

Curtis was in heaven and hell all at the same time. The feel of her tits on his back and the cock in his ass, along with the smell of her intoxicating perfume and her complete domination, had his body on the verge of sexual eruption. On the other hand, he knew what his Mistress wanted, but he was sure he didn’t want to know what the difference was going to be, and he surely didn’t want to ask her. He knew it wasn’t something he wanted to hear, because he was sure his sadistic goddess had bad intentions. Inevitably he gave in, as he always did with his Domme/fiancé, and asked what the difference was.

Pulling out slowly and ramming the strap-on in with more force a few times, Vivian whispered in his ear, “Unlike you, my strap-on is not going to be the only black cock your sweet, sweet boy is going to take in his virgin asshole. No, when I’m done with him sugar pie, he is going to be taking real black cock, I mean warm, thick, throbbing black cock in his little white ass, and not only will he be taking it, he will be begging for more.”

With those last words, Curtis’s cock exploded all over the bed and the floor. Still in the cage, and with only prostate stimulation it was more like a milking or a ruined orgasm, but it didn’t keep it from being all-encompassing. His body dramatically stiffened, he let out a guttural moan, and then his body went limp, collapsing onto the bed.

Vivian unceremoniously pulled her cock from her sub’s asshole, removed it, demanded Curtis clean up his mess and her cock and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she returned, Curtis was still cleaning up. He looked up pleadingly and tried to formulate the words he wanted to say.

“Not a word!” she told him, holding up her index finger, knowing exactly what he was going to ask, if not plead. She approached the bed, sat down, and patted her lap indicating he should sit there. He did exactly as she expected, looking down to the ground as he did it. With one hand, she used her index finger to lift his chin, so he was looking into her eyes. With the other hand, she gently stroked the inside of his thigh, then fondled his spent ball sack.

“You know deep down in places you don’t want others to know about, you want this as much as I do. You know, even if you wanted to stop me, your need for me to control you and everything in your life is too great, and you won’t do anything about it. Isn’t that right Sugar Pie?” She told him this, more than she asked him the question.

“Yes, Goddess, of course you’re right.” He dejectedly replied, as the manipulation of his testicles instantly made his cock hard in its steel prison.

“And……” She sternly continued, “….. just like Shelly, you will not warn Jared, or discuss our relationship with him. You will stay silent, just like you did with your lovely slut of a daughter, as he accepts his fate, understand?”

“Yes, my ebony queen, as you wish.” Curtis replied, accepting everything she commanded, as his little cock tingled with her manipulation.

“Besides, trust me, it’s what he wants too, amasya escort even if he doesn’t know it right now. I have a way of seeing submission in one’s eyes, don’t I, Sugar Pie?” Vivian asked, still staring straight into Curtis’s soul through his eyes.

“Yes Ma’am.” Curtis conceded as he broke his chin from her loose grasp and looked away shamefully from her stare. That shame was very real, but he couldn’t live without his ebony queen, and he knew it. Moreover, Vivian knew it too. She could do as she wished without an ounce of resistance from her little man.

****

Having established the ground rules with Curtis, just as she had done when she seduced Shelly, Vivian set out to implement her plan to control the last member of the Moore family before taking her position as Curtis’s wife and ruling member of that family.

It was a slow, methodical process for Vivian, and a torturous one for Jared. For some weeks she had been flirting with Jared incessantly when his father and sister weren’t around, but made sure that it was not too overt, leaving Jared to wonder if she was just being friendly, or if his often-hard cock was right, and she was actually making advances. The first encounter that confirmed that his cock was correct, happened one morning in the kitchen after Shelly had left for school, and Curtis had been sent on an errand.

“Good morning, Sugar” Vivian greeted the still drowsy young man when he entered the room.

“Good morning.” Jared mumbled; his pupils adjusting to the morning sun as it flooded the kitchen.

When he could finally see, he stopped in his tracks. Vivian was a vision. She was wearing a very tight pale pink silk teddy with white lace trim all around. His cock immediately began to stiffen and the thin sleep shorts he was wearing did little to hide it.

Vivian noticed his reaction. “Do you like it?” she asked, posing in a way that put every curve of her fabulous ebony body on display. “I see someone surely likes it.” she teased, gesturing toward the tent that had formed in his shorts.

Jared quickly covered his swollen member.

“Don’t cover it Darlin’. It’s flattering…” She told him. “…and, the reaction I hoped for when I decided to wear this just for you.”

Jared blushed.

“You don’t think I see the way you look at me, my horny little white boy?”

Jared immediately began to apologize but moved his hands to his side as instructed.

“Oh sweetheart, there is no need to apologize. I love when a young man like you, especial a shy little white boy finds me attractive. It actually turns me on as well.” She told him as she began to run her hands over her full breasts, causing her nipples to poke through the silk of her lingerie. Her right hand continued down her body over her taut stomach and her silk covered pubis. She rubbed her mound as her left hand continued to move back and forth from one breast to the other, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

Jared just stood there dumbfounded. His cock throbbed and as he continued to watch. His leaking prick slowly formed a small wet spot on his shorts.

“Take it out, I want to see it.” She told Jared.

“But,” He weakly protested. “What about dad?” he asked after a long pause.

Vivian moved her lingerie to the side and inserted one of her long fingers into her slippery hole. “It can be our little secret. I sent him on an errand, he won’t find out.” She said feigning a small groan to excite him and make him forget his conscience.

Jared slowly pulled his shorts down and his cock stood proudly at attention, jumping with every beat of his heart.

“Oooooooh, it’s bigger than your daddy’s.” She told him. She moved toward him, nestling up to his side, one hand on his chest and one began to massage his bare butt. Her breasts pressed against his side, and he shivered with excitement.

“Stroke it for mommy.” She seductively whispered in his ear.

There was absolutely no protest at all this time as he gripped his swollen member and began shamelessly masturbating.

“That’s a good boy.” Vivian continued whispering in his ear. “Stroke that little white penis for mommy.”

Jared didn’t understand why, but her words made him so fucking hot. He immediately gripped it hard and stroked it. As quickly as Vivian had built up his confidence by telling him his cock was bigger that his fathers, she tore it to shreds with the “little white penis” remark. She reached up and exposed her perfectly firm breast, and held that breast up as she pushed the back of his head with the other hand, bringing his mouth to her thick distended nipple. Jared didn’t need any instruction. He sucked the long rubbery nub as if it were giving him life.

“That’s my good little white boy. Suck on mommy’s big, fat, black breast. Bite mommy’s nipple.” She subtly commanded him.

There it was again, Jared noticed her distinguishing the difference in their races. He was confused, but somehow it seemed to rev him up more. He stroked harder. He was now on the edge and let Vivian knew he was about to come.

“Come for mommy.” Was all Vivian said before a torrent of cum began spewing from Jared’s dick.

Jared moaned and groaned and shook, as his orgasm ripped through him. His orgasm was so enthralling, his knees became weak, and he collapsed on the floor to his hands and knees, spent.

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“I am going to break the paddle on your sexy backside,” Taco says in a husky voice, hugging me tightly as I enter her new home for only my second visit.

She is naked underneath her bathrobe, her firm breasts and protruding nipples barely concealed by the thin fabric.

“Promise?” I giggle, feeling the temperature between my legs beginning to rise.

“After I sit on your face and fill your mouth with my sweet nectar,” she continues in a whisper, her lips touching my ear and sending a thrill of goose-flesh all the way down to my toes.

“Oooh, Taco,” I begin, “I love it when you talk dirt…”

She interrupts me abruptly with a passionate kiss, her hot tongue briefly challenging mine to a duel, each of us trying to suck the breath from the other.

She reaches her hands below my waist and lifts the hem of my skirt, fondling my yearning flesh through my cotton panties while grinding one thigh against my fully-awakened womanhood.

Our lips still locked together, she releases my backside with one hand at a time and allows her bathrobe to fall from her shoulders, then breaks our kiss with a seductive moan and lowers me to my knees, my face inches from her beautifully-shaven flower.

“Thirty seconds or thirty spanks?” she asks with a mischievous smirk, then whimpers softly as I part her labia with my eager tongue and kiss her engorged clitoris tenderly.

INTERLUDE:

She is making reference to one of our first meetings, back in college, when she was the president of a very prestigious sorority and I was a freshman pledging membership. The final step of initiation was to perform cunnilingus on her for thirty seconds, or bend over her naked lap for thirty spanks with a wooden paddle, while the rest of the sorority sisters watched, whistled, laughed, and made all manner of crude comments.

“On your knees or over mine,” she said to each pledge finalist as we entered her room one at a time.

I chose the thirty spanks, with nary a notion of how much that simple decision would change both of our lives. I kicked my feet, screamed, sobbed and sniffled, cried my eyes out, and left a puddle of tears and the contents of my runny nose on the floor next to her feet as she paddled my tender backside to a deep shade of red. I was so turned on by the mixture of humiliation, pain, and pleasure, I masturbated kastamonu escort lavishly in her bathroom with a shampoo bottle as soon as my initiation was complete.

It was days before I could sit comfortably, but my inner-spanko was awakened, and she and I got together regularly over the course of her last year of college for subsequent spanking and mutual-masturbation sessions.

My pet-name for her, “Taco,” refers to the resemblance between her external female genitalia and the hard-shelled Mexican entrée, which I arrogantly pointed out, to the amusement of our audience, during our sorority initiation. She calls me “Ten” because I earned ten additional spanks every time I repeated that comparison, which was often.

While I am bringing you up to speed on our history, this might be a good time to tell you briefly about my first visit to Taco’s new home, which, unlike today’s session, was completely unplanned.

The text appeared as I was getting dressed for work: “My husband just left after a quick round of sloppy sex. The door is unlocked if you want to eat a fresh creampie.”

I immediately called my employer and said I would not make it to work that day, then texted a quick reply to Taco, just the emoji of the smiling face with its tongue sticking out.

Ten minutes later, it was my smiling face and my tongue sticking out, between her legs.

She sat on my face after I finished eating her creampie, in case I missed any of her husband’s semen, and we spent the rest of the morning doing the things we like to do whenever we get together. We shared a sensuous bubble-bath after she made love to me with her ravenous mouth and spanked me soundly with a slotted spatula from her kitchen, the nearest thing to a paddle she could find, and I shaved her love nest smooth for the first time since she was a college freshman pledging the sorority we both eventually joined. She said her husband never saw her “bald” before and would love it. I told her I loved it too, and proved it after we dried each other off from our bath. Yum!

She still had many boxes to unpack from her recent move, and promised she would find her paddle before my next visit.

I could barely sit for the ten-minute drive back home, and pondered what my husband might kayseri escort think of the pattern of stripes across my blushing backside from Taco’s slotted spatula!

RESUMPTION:

“Why can’t I have both?” I ask when I withdraw my tongue from Taco’s wet vagina. I am referring to the choice she offered as she lowered me to my knees, between thirty seconds of cunnilingus and thirty spanks.

“Oh Ten, you are such a dirty girl,” she moans, spreading her legs slightly and caressing my head as I dive back in for another helping of her bountiful female exudate.

More than thirty seconds later, at least several delicious minutes if I had to guess, although neither of us is counting, I lift her with an arm behind her knees and the other across her shoulders and carry her to her bedroom. I deposit her gently onto the middle of her king-size bed and bury my face between her legs, continuing where I left off, until she squeezes my head with her thighs and squeals with orgasmic delight. She pulls my face up to hers and explores my mouth with her tongue, then undresses me.

We cuddle for a long time, probing and caressing each other’s naked flesh with curious fingers until she rolls on top of me, scoots herself forward, and sits on my face, grinding her exquisite female anatomy into my mouth.

“Whab aboush my thirshy shpanksh?” I protest, but only half-heartedly, my extended tongue already deep inside of her warm, moist vault.

Fortunately she understands tongue-in-vagina gibberish!

“Eat me again first, Sweetie,” she coos, leaning her head back and resting her hands on my hips. “You make me feel so good! I’ll make it worth your while, I promise. Ooohh…”

Needless to say, the offer is as irresistible as her mouth-watering vagina, and I lick, suck, and swallow everything she provides as she rides my face to her second shuddering orgasm.

She pivots around, spreads my thighs with her hands, and begins returning the favor with gusto, slurping loudly and moaning to indicate her pleasure. Her backside is in my face, and I cannot resist the urge to kiss and lick her there, which elicits a series of muffled giggles from both of us.

“You nasty girl,” she chortles between mouthfuls of my vagina. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.”

“I kıbrıs escort wasn’t!” I reply without lifting my face from her smooth, exquisitely-spankable flesh.

“I am totally breaking the paddle on you!” she pants, reiterating her earlier intention.

“Promises, promises,” I giggle, continuing to explore her forbidden zone as my own orgasm beckons.

Soon I am bucking and panting, and I wrap my arms around her waist to pull her closer.

“Oh, oohhhh, ooohhhhh…” I moan as my orgasm pushes a gush of vaginal secretions into her hungry mouth.

She slurps and swallows, then collapses flat against my body as if it was her orgasm and not mine.

I kiss her thighs a couple of times as I slowly regain control of my breathing, then pull her face up to mine and kiss her.

“You are a very dirty girl,” she whispers, then bathes my entire face with her agile tongue.

We cuddle again as we collect our composure.

When she sits on the edge of her bed and reaches for her paddle, recently unpacked from among a myriad of boxes, I know it is finally show-time and I am about to receive the spanking I so richly deserve.

I kiss her mouth affectionately and rub my nose against hers, then take my position, bending over her lap.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I say meekly.

“How is that?” Taco asks.

“I’ll buy you a new paddle,” I clarify, “if you break yours.”

Well, to her credit, she really tried, and I have the crimson backside to prove it, but the paddle did not break.

Maybe next time…

My ten-minute drive home from Taco’s house is torturous and pleasurable at the same time, as usual when I have to sit for any length of time after a thorough spanking: torturous due to the lingering pain of sitting on my burning-red backside, and pleasurable because it brings back lust-filled memories of how my backside got so battered. I can barely keep one hand on the steering wheel of my car as I plunge finger after finger into my sopping wet furnace, keeping myself on the edge of yet another orgasm until I park safely in my driveway.

I rush into my house, tear off my clothes, and masturbate furiously until my husband arrives home from work, then, still completely naked and oh, so libidinous, greet him on my knees at the door and practically devour him before he even has a chance to ask me how I spent my day off. When he sees my crimson-red backside, he will know I was naughty again today, and I am getting wetter by the minute imagining the severe spanking he will dispense after I finish sucking him and swallowing his incredible load of yummy semen.

Maybe a paddle will be broken on my backside today after all!

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“Alright, that’s it,” says Jessica. “I’m calling it.” Jessica is beautiful, lush long hair that seems to hang perfectly at any given moment. She could walk through a storm and still look like silk – not that anyone would notice. Let’s face it, if it’s raining, all eyes would be on her wet shirt. Fortunately for her outfit, it isn’t raining today. Yes, she’s beautiful, but also stubborn.

She uses the back of her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. On the other side of the gym, Tom shuts off the treadmill and steps off it. He uses the front of his shirt to mop sweat off his face. “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late. You want to grab breakfast?”

“Isn’t that usually the plan?” Jessica leaves their home gym first, swinging into the kitchen. They’ve already got smoothies made up in the fridge, in nice little glass mugs, and she grabs them out, one for herself and one for Tom.

They haven’t been married for very long – only a year or so. There’s a lot about their life with each other that’s still being figured out. Breakfast isn’t one of those things.

Tom and Jessica both have a love for the fitness world, and their mornings are always the same. An early morning workout, and then a healthy, hydrating breakfast afterwards. They almost always have smoothies for breakfast. Today, it’s a thick, green and fresh smoothie made up with spinach, apples, yogurt, mint, and apple juice. It’s the perfect way to rehydrate after a work out, and the best way to start the morning off.

Tom strips his shirt off before settling in at the bar-counter with his smoothie. He says, “we’re got t do that ten-k job today.”

“That’s the outfit for the online fashion retailer, right?” Jessica gets paid to model clothing and post photos of it to her SM. It works out incredibly well considering that Tom is incredible when it comes to using a camera. He might not have a degree in photography, but he’s got all of the skills that could be put into use behind a camera.

“Yeah,” says Tom. “We’ve got to get it up by five, or it won’t match with that promo code offer.”

The rules are easy. No photo, no post, no £10,000!

Or at least, it’s normally easy! Torquay is a lovely city, and it works well for the urban aesthetic that most of their clients want in the pictures. But it’s also the middle of lock down. Covid-19 has the entire city in a panic. People have gotten into serious trouble for breaking the lock down rules, and there’s a lot of debate going around about what work counts as ‘work’.

Jess is no fool. She knows that the way that she brings in money – being an influencer, mostly – isn’t something that a lot of people understand. The older crowd of folk are especially out of the loop when it comes to odd, internet based careers. She’s certain that most of them wouldn’t understand the importance in the work that she and her husband are doing.

Jess and Tom have waited until today, Sunday and the final day for the project, to try and lessen the amount of people that are going to be out and about. It’s not as easy to wander randomly around public areas all dressed up while everyone is meant to be staying at home. With the streets more deserted than before, they stand out like sore thumbs…But they’re also hoping that they might be able to get in quicker.

“No crowds to deal with,” says Jess. “That could help. We normally have to shoo people out of the way. And if we hit up the fountain first, then the guard rail just behind it? The one at those steps? We should be able to snap a whole versatile set of pictures in one go.”

“That’s a good idea. I’d been going to suggest the shopping centre itself, you know, out front? But I think that the fountain’s going to fit the outfit better.” Tom nods. “We’ll make it quick. A few pictures, and then we’ll call it good.”

Jess finishes her smoothie, rinses out the glass, and then heads to her bedroom. The outfit has been sent out to her free of charge, of course, A pair of sleek, scrunchy shorts and a patterned blouse. It’s not her personal favourite, but she’s paid to wear it, not love it. She’s got to wear a pair of low cut cotton panties with them, because everything else is leaving lines in the tight khaki fabric. Panty lines are not something she wants in her professional photo shoot, thank you very much!

Because it’s such a cold morning, she pulls on a heavy coat over top of it. The coat isn’t actually part of the outfit, and Jess will have to take it off before they start snapping pictures. It will keep her nice and toasty warm on the walk to the fountain, though, and it will be good to slip back into it afterwards, too!

The coat is thick and fluffy and warm. Tom is already dressed in his tight tracksuit and big arm coat on, camera tucked in one hand. “You ready to go?”

“Looks windy out.”

“Not the best weather we’ve had. Then again, could ardahan escort be worse. Could be raining.”

“Oh! Don’t say things like that!” Jess swats at Tom’s hip. “You’re going to jinx us.”

Tom says, “that’s just one more reason to hurry up. You remember when we got caught out in December?”

“I’m still half frozen from it,” says Jess. She follows Tom out to their 4×4 and climbs into it. “My teeth were chattering for days afterwards!”

It’s not a sunny day out, but it’s not the worst weather either. The clouds are heavy and thick, but more in a way that promises wind than rain. She hopes that the weather holds up well enough. Jess really does hate doing shoots in the rain, and they’ve put this one off for so long that it isn’t an option. No matter what the weather ends up doing, they’re going to have to get this done.

On their way in to town they get their regular Starbucks coffee drive thru which they do more out of habit than need. Jess always loves a large extra hot extra shot latte to drink while she sits back in her comfy white leather chair, scrolling through her phone while Tom drives her in to town.

Jess makes short work of her latte, all but chugging the drink down. The warmth of it settles in her stomach and makes her feel a little bit better. What can she say? Coffee is a comfort drink of hers! And while taking pictures might not be the most high stakes job out there, Jess is always nervous before a really well paying shoot like this. After all, if the client doesn’t like the photos, there’s a chance that she and Tom won’t get paid.

And with it so close to deadline, they won’t be able to come out later and redo the shoots, either. Jess is so worried about it, she drinks her coffee twice as fast as normal…and then she reaches over and she drinks Tom’s coffee, too!

“No,” says Tom, playfully. “I didn’t want the coffee that I ordered, for myself, exactly the way I like it.”

He pauses between every few words, drawing the sentence out. Jess flushes and tells him, “you should be paying attention to the roads anyway!”

“There’s nothing to pay attention to,” says Tom. “It’s fine, you can have it. Tastes odd, anyway. They put in too much sugar or something.”

Jess agrees with him – both about the fact that the coffee is too sickeningly sweet, and the fact that there’s no real reason to be hyper focused on the roads.

The roads are empty. It cuts down the travel down by half, which is great. Jess has a whole list of things that she wants to do this evening. A hot shower is at the top of the list for when she gets home. And…honestly, finding a bathroom is on the top of her list for right now! Jess tosses back the last of the second cup of coffee so it doesn’t go to waste and starts getting her things together.

Tom pulls into their usual parking spot. “Alright. Let’s get this shoot done with. I want to be back home before it gets any colder.”

“I’ll be right back,” says Jess. She slings her purse over her shoulder and gets out of the car, casting around for her normal break stop. The centre of town is a bustling hub of activity – normally. Between the nearby shopping centre and the coffee shop, there’s normally no end to the throngs of people that they have to fight through.

In that same line of thought, there’s normally no end to the amount of public toilets that are available. Their trips always go the same way. They get coffee. Jess goes pee and fixes up her make-up. Then they do the photo shoot, and they get something to eat on the way back home.

But neither of them have taken into account the fact that Covid-19 has changed things. See, not only is there no one else around, but a lot of the businesses appear to have closed as well. The fact that it’s Sunday isn’t helping matters.

“Tom,” she says. “I’ve got to pee!”

“Shit. I don’t think there’s anywhere open.”

“I’m desperate, Tom! I’ve got to pee really badly!”

“We should have skipped the coffee,” says Tom. “Okay, hang on.” He looks around, but comes to the same conclusion that Jess had. “There really isn’t anywhere open. Okay, look. How about this? We get the pics now – “

“I’ve got to pee badly,” insists Jess. “And it’s cold out! You know that makes it worse!”

Tom tells her, “let me finish! We’ll do a really quick shoot, and then get back in the car. I can crank up the heat on the way home. That will help.”

Jess bites her lower lip. “I don’t know if I can make it through the shoot and all the way home.”

Tom says, “if it’s a real problem we can stop off on the way back and you can go somewhere private in the bushes.”

“I’m not going pee in the bushes!” Jess is scandalized just at the suggestion. Her face goes pink.

Tom says, “than we’d better hurry with the pictures and get out of here, adıyaman escort before it comes down to that.”

As they walk across the empty centre they are spotted by two community support officers who immediately take interest in the dressed up pair and begin to follow them.

Jess and Tom have preferred spots for their shoots. One of these spots is near the fountain. Jess shrugs out of her coat as she heads for it, watching as Tom gets the camera to start.

She sits on the edge of the fountain. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Hang on,” says Tom. “I’m trying to get this damned thing on.”

“Tom, hurry up!”

“Stop rushing me! That’s just making it worse.”

“You’ve used that camera a hundred times before! What do you mean, I’m making it worse?”

“I’m not normally rushing,” snaps Tom. “Okay, I think I’ve got this. Sit up more. Put a leg up on the lip of the fountain.”

Jess scowls. “I can’t do that. The leg, I mean.”

“You look like you’re trying not to pee.”

“I am trying not to pee!”

“Well you can’t look that way on film,” says Tom. “Come on. Be quick about it and we can leave sooner.”

Jess takes a deep breath. She pulls her leg up and braces a foot on the lip of the fountain. The position puts even more pressure on her bladder, but she tries to smile through it.

Click. Flash! The camera goes off!

Relief floods Jess. She says, “okay. How many do you think we need?”

Before Tom can answer, the two community support officers come over. One of the men, a tall, broad shouldered fellow with a thick black beard, asks, “what exactly are the two of you doing out here?”

“Exercise,” says Jess, without thinking.

At the same exact time, Tom says, “work.”

The second community support officer, a skinny and pale skinned woman, asks, “and where are you from?”

Jess can’t take the position on the edge of the fountain any more. She jumps to her feet, all but ready to burst. Tom tells the officers where they’re from, and then has the gall to ask Tom for his address!

Jess asks, “is this all really needed?”

“Yes,” says the man with the beard. “We’ve got rules we need to follow, ma’am. There are too many people outside when they don’t need to be.”

The skinny female adds, “I’d like things to return to normal as much as the next person, but that’s only going to happen if we actually listen to the rules. I don’t think either of you should be out here.”

Tom finally manages to pull his ID out and pass it over.

The man with the beard squints at the writing, tilting it this way and that, before passing it back. “I’m going to need to ask the both of you to leave.”

“What?” Tom all but squawks the word. “You can’t do that! We’re out here for work, I already said as much!”

“Son,” says the bearded fellow. “I’m not seeing any reason you need to be gallivanting about, snapping pictures.”

Tom shakes the camera at him. “For work. I’m a photographer!”

“I think you’re out snapping pictures of your girl for the fun of it,” says the man with the beard. “And either you can let us escort you back to your car and see you out, or we’ll hold you and call the police. Let them settle the matter.”

The other CSO tacks on, “with spot fines, probably.”

“Might even take you in and book you,” says the bearded fellow.

Tom looks like he’s ready to argue the point, and normally Jess would agree. They have a real right to be out here, after all! But today, all she can think about is getting out of this situation so she can find a bathroom.

“Let’s just go,” says Jess. She tugs at Tom’s arm. “Come on. I don’t want to stick around here for long anyway, remember?”

She’s hoping that the subtle reminder of how bad she’s got to pee will be enough to get him moving again. Tom scowls, first at her, then at the two CSO’s. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” says Jess, relieved. She’s not sure how much longer she can hold it!

“Lead the way,” says the woman, gesturing back towards the parking lot.

Jess nods, taking point. She knows that they won’t be famous forever. They need jobs like this. They need to keep the cash coming in while people are interested.

She knows that, which is the only reason that she doesn’t start fussing when Tom starts snapping pictures. Jess would normally put some sway into her steps, but all of her brain power is stuck on trying not to wet herself. She can feel the hot pressure building in her gut. She has to pee so badly that it’s made her start to sweat!

Click, flash! The camera goes off.

The woman asks, “got a problem, miss?”

Embarrassed, Jess shakes her head. “Just cold. I must have left my jacket back on the fountain.”

The male officer says, “shouldn’t have been out here in the first place. What sort of person wears karabük escort shorts like that in February?”

“The kind who was working,” huffs Tom.

“Right,” says the woman. “You don’t look like you’re thinking about work all that much, miss. Got something on your mind?”

Jess is certain that the two officers can tell she’s uncomfortable, and they’re trying to make fun of her on purpose. She’s not sure why, though. Did she and Tom really cause that big of a fuss by coming out here? It’s Sunday, and they haven’t done any harm!

Thankfully, the car is in sight. Jess makes the mistake of letting out a relieved sigh – and a hot squirt of pee slips out, squirting into her panties. She jerks to a stop, one hand snapping down to press between her legs, as if she might physically be able to stop the flow of urine. Every part of her body locks up in an effort to stop from peeing any more.

The camera keeps going. Snap, flash! Snap, flash! Through the tight fabric of his jogger’s the man’s hard on is clearly visible.

The woman sounds like she’s barely holding back laughter. “Got a problem, miss? You need to sit down for a moment?”

“Sure looks like she needs to rest,” says the man. “She’s all doubled over…exhaustion, right?”

God, they know!

That realization just makes Jess even more mortified. It’s one thing to pee a little, and an entirely different one to have everyone realize what happened. Jess shakes her head. All but bouncing from foot to foot in her effort to keep the pee in, she starts towards the car again, her face screwed up in concentration.

Jess starts waking even faster. When they get to the car, the male officer says, “alright. Hop in.”

Tom says, “we’re here. You’ve made sure that we got to the car. Can’t you go now?”

The woman snorts. “What, so you can go right back to the fountain the moment that we’ve got our backs turned? Don’t think so.”

“It’s fine, Tom. We’re leaving anyway, just get in the car,” says Jess.

Tom says, “it’s the principle of the matter! We followed the rules, and we haven’t done anything wrong. There’s no reason for them to stand around and watch us. It’s weird, anyhow.”

“It’s what we’re being paid to do,” says the woman, sharply.

Jess shakes her head. “Tom, can’t we just get in?”

“No,” insists Tom.

Jess all but begs the officers, “then please, please leave! We’re getting in the car and going, I promise you!”

She can’t hold it for much longer! Another drop slips out of her, wetting her already slightly damp panties. Jess’s stomach flips at the realization that she won’t be able to stop herself from peeing. A slow, long whine slips through her clenched teeth.

“We can’t,” says the man, but the corner of his mouth is twisted up into a smile. He’s clearly enjoying making this into an issue.

“Please go,” Jess all but shouts. “Please leave us alone!”

The woman snaps, “don’t raise your voice at us!”

And that’s it. Jess can’t control herself any more. She spreads her legs slightly, crouching down, and starts to pee. It soaks her panties in a matter of seconds, then soaks through the thin fabric of her shorts. The tan fabric turns dark at the crotch of it. Pee drips down the inside of Jess’s thighs, splashing onto the ground.

Through it all, Tom continues to snap his pictures. Both of the CSO’s freeze – but they look pleased with the way things turned out, after a moment.

The man says, “alright, alright, I guess that one’s not going to break lock down rules again.”

“She better not,” says the woman, laughing. She pats Tom on the shoulder. “I guess that’s proof enough that you two won’t be walking around any more today.”

They leave while Jess is still struggling to deal with the fact that she just peed herself. Her face is so hot with embarrassment, there’s no doubt it’s not red. The corners of her eyes are wet with tears, which she quickly scrubs away – accidentally smearing her make up when she does.

With a wet sniffle, Jess straightens up. She jerks open the passenger door of the car and pulls herself inside. The moment that the door is shut behind her, she slides to the edge of her seat and starts to shimmy out of her soaked knickers.

As Tom gets into the driver’s side, Jess can’t help but notice his bulge through the tight fabric of his joggers. That just makes her even more embarrassed…and confused.

“Tom?” Her voice is small and hesitant.

“I’ve got the heat,” he says. “Don’t worry.”

The car starts up. Heat blasts from the vents. Jess grabs a mess of napkins from the glove compartment and starts trying to clean herself up with them, wiping down the insides of her legs and dabbing at her crotch. Voice still small, she asks, “why did you take pictures of that?”

“Force of habit,” he tells her. “I was just already snapping them and didn’t think to drop.”

Tom won’t look her in the face when he says that, though. Whatever the reason, it’s more than just habit.

Jess turns back to the work at hand, and decides that it’s not something she wants to think about right now. Whatever Tom’s reasoning, all Jess can do is hope it doesn’t come back to bite her in the ass later.

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They say a Dog is a man’s best friend. I suppose they meant it to be gender-neutral, but regardless, Doggies are great for us women as well.

I have always wanted a Dog. Ever since I was old enough to start dating, I have wanted a Doggy. A Doggy that would cater to my ever need. Oh! I guess you are wondering about breeds. My only condition is that the Doggy is male and has only two legs.

I seriously don’t understand why any woman would want the four-legged ones. You had to feed them, fuss over them, take them for walks 3 or 4 times a day, and worst of all, clean them. Now, look at my current Doggy. I did not waste one moment in training him and yet, it caters to my every need. I don’t even remember the last time I used his name. I have been calling him Doggy for 3 months now. It opens and closes doors for me, fetches and lights cigarettes, massages my legs, licks my shoes clean, licks my ass clean and most importantly, fully toilet-trained. And, of course, Doggies don’t wear clothes. Not for 1 second. Doggies are naked and mine is no exception. He has to be naked all the time.

Doggy wakes up in his kennel at 6 AM sharp. Yes, he sleeps in a kennel with a bowl of water to keep him company. He has to be up by that time. His leash has a time-lock.

It unlocks at 6 AM and then re-locks at 6:01 AM. If he is not out of his leash by that time, he is secured to it again. And then, he has no release. I love those days when he doesn’t wake up and gets locked. He knows he will get punished and the fear and anticipation in his eyes as I majestically walk towards him with my leather belt is a huge aphrodisiac for me.

Oh yeah! When he gets belted, his squeals just make me wet. OF course, he gets beaten up at least 2 or 3 times a day but when he inconveniences me by making me walk all the way from my bedroom to his kennel early in the morning, the belt goes against his balls. Of course, I don’t put him out of his misery that easily. I take my time. I tell him to stand up and put his hands behind his head. Doggy is already starting with the tears. The early morning, the fear, the anticipation all causes him to get fully erect and his gigantic cock stands tall. While he is waiting, I check my messages. I twitch my hands and Doggy shudders. I then caress his balls with the belt and Doggy cries in horror of the pain while I smile contemptuously. Sometimes, he throws caution to the winds and starts apologising despite knowing that only increases his punishment. And then, Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! I don’t hold back one bit and he is down after just two or three hits. He clutches my feet and begs for mercy.

If Doggy wakes up properly, he brings my coffee to bed. There is a flask and a kettle and Doggy waits for me on all fours. I don’t mind what he does for the whole time but I have warned him repeatedly that when I open my eyes, his tongue should be out and he should be on position. I gladly take my Coffee, beckon him closer and slap him. I am far stronger than him and a single slap from me makes him dizzy. But, of course, Doggy needs to snap out of it by the time I am done with Coffee. Or Else!

Doggy then kneel-walks behind me while I go to the bathroom. This is one of the few times in the day that Doggy is really happy. I sleep naked. I learned very early on that Doggy loves asses. He loves staring at my ass. My Pussy, surprisingly turns him on far less. Anyway, works for both of us. Since he is walking in a kneeling position, the ass is quite at his eye-level. Doggy waits patiently on all fours while I brush my teeth and do my business. It also gives us time to go over anything important. We have a startup. He is the CTO and CFO – basically the brains behind it – and I am the CEO. Doggy is very smart and can build anything. However, ask him to explain our product and sell it to prospective customers and just watch as the terror – and tears – fill his eyes. If he were a real Doggy, he would pee himself hard. Doggy’s stage fright is that bad. That is where I come in. Doggy builds the product and I sell them and we are a fantastic team.

With the pandemic, our company was one of the first to go fully remote. Doggy was once again the one who scaled the required infrastructure artvin escort and in fact, many other companies – even the big titans – started using his model. It turned out that that was a shot on his own foot. With the office out, Doggy has now been naked continuously for 2 months. We wanted to see how long we could ride this out so I started taking more and more meetings leaving him with no necessary human interaction. Doggy hates it! Boy! I wish he could crib. His balls would be in pain for a week. We had two more sales meetings today and I was already warning Doggy that it was his responsibility to ensure the product was flawless. Doggy, in turn, would give the same warnings to the Engineering Manager.

Then, I start my workout. I have a religious workout planned. Doggy takes a smaller set of exercises but I go first. That gives Doggy some time to complete some other chores.

Once the morning activities are done, Doggy and I shower together. I then put on an elegant business suit while Doggy stays naked. I do not lift a finger around the house. The house was massive. But, no servants. That was Doggy’s job. Yeah! Work 10-12 hours everyday on the company and then start working on the house chores. The house needs to be spotless. Doggy sometimes begs me to have some help. At least for cleaning the house. Earlier, it would lead to a belting session. Now, I just look him in the eye and say sure but you are not wearing clothes. Doggy cries but caves. And, of course, that leads to a 2-hour shoe-licking or ass-licking session before I allow him to go to sleep. I do sometimes feel bad when I see Doggy in pain while cleaning the huge house. But, I am careful not to show it.

I still do the cooking. Doggy is good at it. But, I love cooking. I love the feel when the ingredients come together to create the perfect smell, the consistency and then I relish them. Doggy loves my cooking too and has to thank me by licking my feet until I allow him to eat. Doesn’t matter how hungry Doggy is. Sometimes, I finish my food and order Doggy to clear the plates. Doggy has to resume his shoe-licking immediately. Not a peep until I myself tell him that he can go have food. I can hear his stomach and I can see from the reduced intensity of licking that he is fatigued. But, Doggy is admirable in that he never once slips up in this area. He has infinite patience and waits until I give him my permission. Once I do, he thanks me by kissing my feet and fetches his food. I am aware of some women who would keep him hungry and force him to skip meals. However, that is just plain stupidity in my opinion. A well-fed Doggy serves you far better.

However, sometimes, I have fun with it as well. I prepare the meal in two containers. One for me and one for Doggy. The one for Doggy, I make it as bland as possible. No salt. No spice. Just plain cooking and then, deliberately overcook or undercook. These days is when I also simultaneously make him wait the longest with the result that Doggy hates every bite. But, of course, Doggy cannot take it’s time in finishing. Or else! There was one time when I took things too far. As a surprise, I bought some Dog biscuits. When I poured them into the plate, there was silence. Something felt eerie about it and when I turned, Doggy was looking at me. The eyes shocked and scared me for the first time in our married life. Doggy did not say a word. Just went into the room and started getting dressed. I knew I had crossed a line. I bounded over and hugged him. Doggy ignored and was ready to move out for food. I cried and apologised over and over again and Doggy finally forgave me. As a punishment for me, I allowed Doggy to stay clothed for the next two days while doing all his chores. While I still did not lift a finger, it was agonising not being able to slap, kick or spank Doggy.

Other times, I cook wearing an apron. Just, an apron. Doggy loves watching me in that. I allow him to watch for a couple minutes before snapping my fingers. Doggy knows what to do and uses his tongue up my ass. I have the spatula with me all the time. Doggy will be licking my left cheek. I splat on his head and he knows he needs to switch. aydın escort He moves to the other ass cheek. I let him lick for some more time and then another splat! Doggy puts his tongue up the crack. Of course, I keep moving around and it is up to Doggy to keep the balance. Failing which I have the paddles ready. The paddles go right on his balls and Doggy crumbles up in pain. Doing this before eating is especially satisfying. He has to eat with the taste of my ass in his tongue and no matter how good the meal is, the ass taste is mixed and Doggy knows it. Then, I get to watch and hear him wince and moan in pain while doing the dishes. Initially, I could see that Doggy still liked such times since he could watch my ass move and bob around. Unacceptable! So, I had Doggy stitch an additional pair of threads into the lower area of the apron. When those get tied, the thread lies horizontally at my ass. Doggy hates it and I just smile at him evilly. Of course, that still means 98% of the ass is visible but it is just not the same and Doggy hates itself for giving himself away.

Once the breakfast is done, we start working. I have my own room and Doggy has it’s own. And, I am of course not talking about the Kennel. Don’t think that idea did not occur. However, work is work and Doggy is allowed to do his work with minimal interruption. I happily make that sacrifice where, no matter what happens, I don’t call him more than 4 times for spanking. Customer interaction is never easy and sometimes, when the idiot customer curses me without understanding what I am doing, I take that frustration out on Doggy. Spanking, kicking or simply pinning him with my boot leg. Doggy apologises profusely before I finally let him get back to work.

When it comes to work, however, Doggy is a total ball of fire. He works vociferously and expects the same level of perfection from his underlings. Oh, don’t get me wrong. Our company has gotten highest ratings on work-life balance for startups. But, the quality of work expectation from Doggy is too high. Simply because that is the level of work he delivers. The level of domination I have on him has no bearing in the work. Of course, he gets punished but Doggy has no qualms overriding me on work. He treats me no different from his underlings and openly blasts me when I make a mistake. That is still fine, because, I do the same with him. Of course, only his ass gets spanked in both of those scenarios later at night.

I sometimes have to work later and later. Doggy does not have that privilege. Doggy needs to keep strict timings to start working the house chores. However, most of the time, I sign off at the same time as him. I watch TV with my legs crossed while Doggy finishes most tasks. Doggy then joins me and lays down at my feet. Sometimes, actually most of the times these days I beckon to him and he gets on me. We make out with my hand firmly on his cock. Doggy initially feared but kept getting more and more brave and starts pulling my shirt. WE either dry-hump or sometimes have sex. It is really funny to see Doggy under these circumstances. I look him in the eye and smile and I give no indication whether I am giving permission or not. Doggy wants it but is scared and the emotions on his face are a treat to watch. Eventually, Doggy cannot take it anymore and puts his hand on my bra. Sometimes, I allow him.

Other times Doggy gets kneed in the groin. Being so close, and with my strength and with Doggy already at a high level of arousal, the pain is instant and massive. Doggy falls on the floor clutching it. I add insult by throwing my bra at him. Doggy picks it up with it’s mouth and gags itself shut knowing what will happen. I stomp and grind his balls fiercely and Doggy cries uncontrollably. It is usually about half hour before I can safely allow him to remove the bra. I have no use for it knowing it has been in his mouth. I walk around topless. The balls are in pain and now that he is watching me topless, Doggy gets turned on. However, this is a problem. As soon as it gets hard, the pain kicks in. The pain causes it become flaccid and then it starts again as I warn Doggy not to take his eyes off my breasts. balıkesir escort I revel in the idea that I can torment him without moving an inch while he simultaneously bawls into tears at the same notion.

Finally, it is time to go to sleep. I add the leash on Doggy and drag him on all fours outside. Our house is secluded enough and also has a tree thereby ensuring no one has direct visual. I was religiously careful with this. I had selected this house specially for the garden work they had done. The first two weeks, both I and Doggy were very nervous. I was a hundred times more nervous than him. If Doggy had been exposed, it was my failure and I would never be able to live with myself after that. In those two weeks, we invited some of the more nearby neighbours, especially the bitch with the nearby 7th floor apartment at least 3 or 4 times. I kept watching their body language. There was no knowing smile. No sarcastic quips or winks or nudges. It seemed like we had done it. Nobody would know and I could continue enslaving Doggy in peace. Doggy seemed to secretly hope that the plan would fail. The slight twinge of disappointment made me feel like God as I forced him to go down on me that night. Going down on a woman is itself emasculating for a man. I don’t even give him a small respite there. I grab his hair with my hand and step on his balls. Then, when he is least expecting it, I tighten my thighs and Doggy is in sever pain. Unable to breathe, hair singing, balls on fire and then, just when it is too much, a strong kick and Doggy falls back. Coughing, retching, tearing up, Doggy is in sever pain and fatigue. I calmly watch until he gets his breath back and then say just two words “Round Two!”. Doggy pleads for mercy despite knowing that would only increase his spanks after we were done.

Doggy crawls along as fast as possible but of course, cannot keep up with me in four legs. Anyway, unacceptable and I eventually end up dragging him. Doggy is no match for my strength and Doggy squeals. The leash tightens around his neck and the hard floor is unforgiving, but that is not my problem. However, once we reach the gardening area, I fully slow down. Doggy catches his breath again and crawls carefully through the mud. We finally reach the kennel and Doggy kisses my feet and thanks me for the water I so generously have provided. I fasten the other end of the leash to the kennel and say good night to him. Doggy is of course exhausted and goes to sleep quickly. I have told him that, if needs to pee or poop in the middle of the night, he can go wherever he wants. However, he has to dig well and cover it up. Or else! As Doggy enters the kennel, I can’t resist giving one last kick for the day to his butt and walk back. I go to sleep peacefully knowing full well that I can wake up whenever I want while Doggy has to be up at 6 and by the time I am up, he should be in front of me, in his position. Naked, on all fours, with his tongue out like a Dog and with my Coffee ready.

We do have an agreement. All this stops the day I get pregnant. I definitely don’t plan on that anytime soon. We are very careful with condoms and the after-pills. The pills are bad and is sometimes painful. Of course, Doggy will suffer during those times. But, until then, Doggy is – well, my naked Doggy slave. I had told him that the day we started dating. Doggy fully accepted it. Initially, I was contemptuous but I slowly came to realise I love Doggy just as much as he loves me. I need him just much as he needs me. Sure, Doggy gets punished by me all the time but our love never reduced. When we go outside, I fawn over Doggy frequently getting him small gifts. Doggy loves me equally and serves me with all his life every day. Nothing changed when we moved in together except that Doggy stayed naked more and more. Now with the pandemic induced stay-at-home, it is total clothing deprivation 24*7.

Right before marriage, I insisted on a pre-nup. Doggy was vehemently against it but I put my foot down. Both figuratively and literally as I had him under my feet till he agreed. Whether I divorce him or he divorces me, Doggy gets everything. The house, the car, the company, the investments, the lot. I only get what I save up from whatever I get out of the company. Doggy hated that document but I was firm. Doggy could leave me whenever he wanted but I knew, and he knew I knew that would never happen. No matter how much I torment him, how much I punish him, humiliate him, Doggy would never leave me. And, ditto with me.