My name is Jack, and man I have a wild story! Let me give you a brief back story before I begin to take you down my latest sexual journey. My girlfriend Kelly, well more like long distance girlfriend because I recently had to move due to my job changing location. See, we never lived together and she let me fuck basically any girl I wanted. She usually got all of my bedroom attention though because I worked alot of hours. She was great at everything and I should’ve just claimed her but we had a good thing going.

Anyways, I moved so quickly that she couldn’t afford to quit her job and go with me. We did talk though on the phone and computer, usually late nights ending with intimate sex chats. One night, she told me she rented a porno and they gave her an all lesbian one by mistake. I asked her if she was going to watch it anyways, to which her response was a hell yes. I asked her if there were any strapons and she decided to check it out for me.

A few minutes later and she informed me yes. I told her that it was hot when two women could get off like that, even betting her that the one being the man was probably cumming her pants. She got quiet for a few moments, all I could hear was some of her video playing in the background. Suddenly she says, “Holy shit, I’d eat that!” I didn’t know what was happening or exactly the scenario she saw but she tells me all of a sudden what she wants for Christmas.

I laughed and said, “A strapon, really?!” She laughed back that I sounded too overly excited. I told her that if she was serious, Santa wouldn’t necessarily have to wait until Christmas. We were planning on getting together soon and I knew now a gift that I could give her.

The conversation kept going about the porn that she was apparently still watching. She told me that she could see herself fucking another girl like that and the same in return, but she would have to have the real thing. I told her that what she said made my cock beg for attention and started stroking it.

I told her that I would love to watch her plow into another woman. I described how my cock was already throbbing so hard that it felt like it was going to split. I said, “You bending some bitch over and making her moan while your hammering into her, God that would fuel both of our desires. I think it would be so intense!” She told me she agreed and had started fingering herself.

I explained, “I’m going to sit in the corner and jack off like I am right now.”

She started breathing harder.

“When you see me with my dick getting hard by watching you, you will start fucking her harder, making her juices flow down her leg.”

“More,” moaned Kelly.

“Your pussy is going to start throbbing and your going to squirt while you pump her ferociously. You both will come at the same time and beg me to bring this big hard cock over when you get your breath back.”

Kelly came on cue and I did too. She told me that she just had one of the best orgasms that she can remember. I was so turned on by this that my dick didn’t go limp. I told her I still had a nut and she said she promised to take care of it next time she sees me when she comes to visit. I really wanted to take care of myself again but something told me just to edge it.

PART 2

I woke up the next day with a massive hard-on that was feeling very sensitive. It tingled to the point of almost hurting and made me stiff all morning getting ready for work. I didn’t have time to rub one out so I just left him be and went along my day.

I had been at my new job for about 4 months and had gotten to know my duties and my co-workers a bit. One lady, no I’ll just say cougar, named Tanya worked right beside me every day. We had gotten to know all about each other’s lives through all day conversations.

She knew I had a long distance relationship and compared it to internet dating. She had a great sense of humor and we joked back and forth from day one. She even made comment once about how it feels to have a virtual hand job from cyber space. I would respond back, well..call it flirting, “that i heard cougars give paw jobs that are amazing.” She would blush but always insist I was too young for her.

There was only a thirteen year difference between us so it wasn’t totally unbelievable, still she would scoff at the idea of me being her cub. Sometimes, we worked twelve to sixteen hrs, six and seven days a week, so naturally our convos would taper around sex quite often. It was like a challenge to see who could get the other one’s goad that day. Needless to say she always got the upper hand, creating some sexual tension for me, on top of what I already had.

Anyways this morning my cock would not stop, I could not control him. She must have noticed too because she didn’t talk much that day, but I caught her staring once in a while. I must admit that catching her eyes wonder like they did really didn’t help my cause.

I started to think about how to approach her and nerves suddenly Aydınlıkevler Escort started kicking in. Not the good kind of nerves that feed off of adrenaline either but the kind of nerves that emit from fear. As I contemplated on what to say or how to approach her, my composure sank, worries of rejection and humility took its place. Did I fear her dominance, no…at this point I think I rather welcomed it.

I must’ve been too busy being concerned that my hard-on quickly went away and sadness was the look on my face. I didn’t realize it at the time but I was starting to feel intimidated by this lovely cougar before me. There really wasn’t anything for me to be shy over, she had said filthier things to me than I ever came up with for her.

She recognized my change in demeanor and came over to ask me if I was ok. I said that I was conflicted and didn’t know how to say it. She asked me not to be a wimp and just say it. I looked down at her feet then back up to her eyes, finally I just took a deep breath and said it.

“My girlfriend wants to have a threesome with me, she wants me to buy her a strapon, and I want to watch her fuck your brains out even if all I can do is watch.” There it was out, now all I could do is wait to get my usual rejection.

She looked down at my cock, half starting to swell again. She told me she knew I was serious because my cock had been hard all morning and she would giggle to herself when she thought I wasn’t looking. She also knew I caught her and laughed at my nervousness. She licked her lips, still staring at my cock, and told me she giggles when she cums. Then she let out another playful giggle.

I was stunned once again by this lavish cougar standing right before me. She tells me that she’s always wanted to fuck a woman just one time, like a man, but never had anything near that experience. I asked her if she had ever been with a woman before. She said no, not even an interest in having her pussy ate by one, but maybe now….might consider it with the right circumstances.

She said, “Fuck it cubby boy, you want to see me get fucked by your girlfriend and then watch her eat my drippy wet pussy? Show me how swollen your cock is right now.” She looks around as she tells me to go ahead the coast is clear.

Like some kind of spell put over me, I dropped trouser without any hesitation whatsoever. Not even a concern to double check to see if she was lying. There I stood exposing myself without trepidation of getting fired or losing my livelihood over such a trivial action.

She only made one comment, “Damn.” How was I supposed to take that. I looked flush. She knew it, she had my goad for the day. She asked me when my internet handjob was planning on coming over for such an excursion. I told her in two weeks when we finally had a free two day weekend.

She told me, she’s going to consider it but I have to reach a few demands first. I knew she was wicked and this could be torture but I said yes to her anyways. I didn’t even know what I was getting myself into or if they would even end up going through with it, but I kind of liked the way she became assertive.

Her first demand was to see the strapon live and not from some picture. I told her I hadn’t bought one yet, a smirk came to her face. She said for me to buy two then, just to let her know I was serious. I was so turned on at that moment that I was willing to by one in every size just to make sure. I asked, “How big?” She answered, “The same size as you or bigger.” I was about eight and half with some girth so I knew what I was looking for.

PART 3

When I went home that day, it hit me, I forgot to ask her where the adult store was located. I frantically searched the internet to see if I could find overnight shipping. Finally, I searched and found the local porn shop, called “the right spot.” It was about to close in an hour so I had to hurry.

It was a half hour drive so I only had a half hour of shopping. I went straight to the counter where two young ladies were standing, that I apparently didn’t notice at first. The clerk was a middle aged women who could have been another cougar. She asks me if she could help me, to which I blurted out, “I need a strapon,” as I finally noticed the two girls who were now giggling at what I just said in front of them. “Two actually,” I tried to save myself from embarrassment.

The clerk, who’s name was Melanie, told the girls to excuse us and offered them to check out the lingerie. The girls giggled once more as they pardoned themselves towards the sexy undergarments. The giggles and the corsets were sending shivers down my spine and jolting my cock to life.

Melanie asked me what kind of strapon I was looking for. She knew her shit, plus made the conversation very comfortable and open. She explained that they had the more expensive kind, which was basically a harness with interchangeable penises. There were less expensive ones that Aydınlıkevler Escort Bayan were a harness with a dick but had vibrators inside. There were strapless strapons that the woman places inside of her so both parties get penetration. Then there was the regular old standard harness with a strapon. She told me that most people get flesh colored for pussy play and unnatural colored for anal play.

I was quite overwhelmed to say the least, but I had to explain somehow to Milfanie about my possible future scenario. She had all this knowledge and what sounded like experience that I quickly warmed up to her. I just blurted it out that I had a lady friend who offered to have sex with another lady friend and I could watch but I had to first present a couple strapons. She seemed intrigued.

“You are buying these just for a mere chance, wow,” she exclaimed. “Do they know each other? Do they have any of the same interests? Are you allowed to jerk off?”

She had lots of questions and alot of them I hadn’t really considered except jerking off. I explained how Kelly was in the picture, what she said, and then told her how Tanya came into the picture with her demands. Melanie said something I really didn’t consider, she told me that it sounds like Tanya was secretly a dominatrix or at least wanted to be. She then deliberately turned me around to look at my ass.

“She’s definitely going to try and fuck you up your ass,” she add, “it’s cute and would look great bent over. I was getting turned on by her playfulness and by the fact that she was checking me out just as much as I was her. “I have had my ass played with before but nothing ever like this,” I admitted. “Hell, after watching them go at, I will be so turned on that I would be up for just about anything,” I revealed.

I picked out two regular basic strapons one flesh and one purple, then remembered that I had to get the size right or I could screw things up before they ever got started. I told Melanie that I had to buy it the same size as me, I knew about eight and a half inches but I wasn’t sure of the girth. She looked down at my crotch and noticed my bulge. She said, “Looks like he’s hard enough that we can judge right here, right now.”

I played deja vu in my head and just whipped it out right there. Melanie put her hand around my shaft, but she seemed to be doing more than measuring it’s circumference. She was actually starting to stroke me right in the store. She must’ve caught ahold of herself because she squeezed the head until a big glob of precum oozed slowly down onto her hand and her eyes never left my cock until she put her hand up to her mouth and licked it off. She stared me right in the eyes with a seductive look and gave me a half ass apology. I was lost in a gaze of lust and all I could asked her was what size lingerie would she be in.

We both decided on the right size and I started to make my purchases. I stopped her for a second and decided to go ahead and grab two of the strapless ones as well. I walked directly into the lingerie department and picked out purple matching garter, thigh high, and crotchless panties. I thanked Melanie for everything, especially helping me find the right measurements. She told me not to worry about it, as long as I wasn’t embarrassed, it was her privilege to help me. She licked her lips, then she gave me her cellphone number, and told me anytime I needed help to call her.

When I got home, I immediately got in touch with Kelly. I was so turned on that I told her to video chat with me, that way I could masterbate for her right on camera. The conversation started slow with the usual how you doing, how you been. I made the transition to sex when I asked her if she been a good girl for Santa. She told me she should be on the naughty list, she said she knew it wasn’t right but she couldn’t stop thinking about fucking another woman with me watching. I told her that I couldn’t stop thinking about it either and was trying desperately to find and make arrangements.

She wanted to see me cum for her and I was already happy to oblige. Within minutes, I jerked off and came all over myself, causing her to squirt one hell of a nut. She must’ve been really worked up because she couldn’t stop cumming for what seemed like ten minutes. I asked her if it was ok for me to find the right woman for the situation, she told me she was conflicted but she also wouldn’t lie about having these new fantasies going wild inside her mind. She was simply exited and told me she trusted me. We called it a night and I went to bed also with many perverted visions in my head.

PART 4

The next day, I knew from the previous day that Tanya would want to see the proof, so I managed to pack the new toys in a bag that just seemed like part of my lunch. When I got to work, she immediately rushed over to me and I gave her a wink. She asked me if I had met her first demand yet. I looked around and saw that it was clear, Escort Aydınlıkevler then threw her the bag. She looked inside and her eyes peered real wide. I could tell she was turned on and probably wet.

She said, “I’m really surprised that you worked so fast acquiring these, good boy!” She told me that my quick response fascinated her and that she was now willing to participate if I could meet two more minor demands. The first was always to address her as Miss Tanya at work and Madame anytime no one was around. I knew right then and there that she liked being in control and confirmed to me what Melanie had suggested. I agreed to her next term with a flirtatious smirk. She then told me the final task, which was to simply meet this so called Kelly so she knew that I really wasn’t bullshitting her.

I stopped her right in her tracks with what I said next. I said, “I agree to your terms but I suspect that you’re a dominatrix and two can play that game. If you want to meet Kelly you’ll have to come over and perform on camera for her. Also, if anybody gets to fuck me in the ass, Kelly gets to go first.” Tanya just stood there with her mouth wide open. I had gotten her goad for once.

She told me that she was impressed with my aggressiveness and agreed to follow me home. All day at work I had a massive hard-on just thinking about what I was going to do to Tanya that evening. The thought of Kelly watching only increased my libido. I took a couple opportunities to flash my swollen dick at her just to assure her goad was mine for the day.

The workday went by extremely quick and it was time to head home for the night’s activities. Before we left, I walked Tanya out to her car and I opened the door for her. She asked me what exactly did I have in store for her. I grinned and asked her if she planned on staying the night. She told me she didn’t plan on it and explained that she didn’t even bring any extra clothes.

I told her that she could stay if she wanted and she could wear my bathrobe of needed, but for now I would allow her to follow me. I started walking towards my car and stopped to walk back to tell her one more thing. “Yesterday when I bought those strapons, Milfanie the store cougar, measured my girth with her bare hand. When I precame from her squeezing the tip, she just licked it off and told me to have a good time with you two. Tonight, I think you can give Kelly a really good pre-show of what’s to cum,” I teased. Leaving her with that thought of how I just asserted my dominance, I went back to my car grinning and headed home.

PART 5

We arrived at my house and I helped Tanya out of her vehicle and held her arm as I walked her to my door. I let her in first as I flipped on the lights of the kitchen. She told me it was a quaint little place as I took off her jacket and pulled out a stool for her to sit on. I asked her if she wanted anything to eat but she told me maybe later. Then I asked her if she wanted anything to drink, out of everything I offered her she settled for wine.

As she sipped, we talked about music so I slipped in some Skynard and starting lightly massaging her shoulders. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she asked me to pour her a second glass. After a minute or so of soothing her, I told her to excuse me for a few moments and went to grab my laptop.

I got in chat with Kelly and gave her a quick warning. “Honey,” I said, “If you were serious about me watching you fuck another woman, you’re going to have to watch her get me off right now first. She gasped and didn’t really say anything. I didn’t want to give up my dominance but I did allow her to “stop this slut from getting me off” if at any time Kelly felt uncomfortable. They both must’ve liked me talking dirty and being aggressive because Kelly simply knodded her head and soon Tanya was down on her knees slurping.

Tanya was really good too, she licked my balls first while she worked my shaft with her hand. Her mouth was watering so much that when she steered her attention on my throbbing cock helmet, my nuts were just covered in the sloppiness of her drool. I loved every bit of it. Next, she squeezed seepage out while licking, sucking and slurping it hungrily.

As she cupped my balls and delivered my cock directly into her throat, Kelly let out a moan and squirted right at the camera. It took everything in me not to just explode right there. I had to make Tanya stop and take off her panties and bra to model for Kelly. I put three fingers into Tanya as I made her bend over to show off her beautiful ass.

I pulled out my fingers and licked them just to tease Kelly, making her go wild. She beat off madly as I spread Tanya’s luscious ass cheeks. We watched her pucker, then goosebumps started trickling across her rump. The sight was so amazing I started licking her from top to bottom and all around. Kelly told me she loved watching me eat her ass out and pumped herself harder. Soon, she let out an, “OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, OH HERE I CUM!”

I couldn’t hold back any longer, I put three fingers back in Tanya’s muff, then a fourth finger, and finally worked in my thumb. It had stretched magnificently to accommodate my hand and soon I had fisted her to squirt too. She convulsed only for a brief second before I had her on her knees swallowing my load.

Hello. My name is Larry and I am a pussyholic.

I wasn’t always like this. Most of my life I was an upright guy with a healthy interest in pussy, nothing more. I mean, it’s a place to put your dick and not your face, right? You piss in a toilet, but you don’t stick your head in. Simple. At least, I thought it was simple, until I met Jasmine.

I had seen her around the place I work for a couple of years. Not much chance to talk, since she was up in the main office and I was down on the loading dock. Nah, those two worlds don’t collide very often. But I had noticed her coming in and out of the building, sometimes with her gaggle of girlfriends heading off to lunch. No brown bagging for that crew. I picked her right out of the pack. Hard to miss those nice, big tits – real movers and shakers. I even gave them a shout out a couple of times, but she just walked on bye-bye.

It was the company picnic that finally brought us together. Like one big family, as the bosses always say. The office boys had squared off against the loading dock guys in a “friendly” game of softball. While waiting for my next at bat, I drifted over to the picnic area to get some liquid refreshment.

There was Jasmine, standing next to the cooler and looking pretty refreshing herself in a flowery skirt and a hot pink top that simply glowed against her dark skin. She wasn’t tall or stunningly beautiful, but she had something that called to me come to me. A little overweight? Maybe, but she knew how to use it. Her body never seemed to stop moving. Like the ocean, the waves just kept rolling. And her voice with that Caribbean accent (I took a cruise down there once, so I know) sailed over those waves loud and clear. Man, I wanted a piece of that island girl.

“Hey Jaz!” I shouted, using the nickname I’d heard her girlfriends call her. “Beer me!”

Jasmine’s eye’s met mine for an exciting second. A spark? Hard to tell as her gaze broke contact and began to look me up and down. Go ahead honey, check it out. Plenty of muscle and not a lotta fat. My one job perk.

I guess I passed inspection, cause she reached into the cooler, picked up a Michelob and then whipped the sucker right at my head. Shit, that bitch had an arm. I got my hand up in time to make the catch, but the slippery can went right through my fingers and whacked me square on the chin. I went down, out as cold as the can lying next to me.

Must have woken up quickly, and found myself staring at the sandaled feet of Jasmine. She has pretty toes, I thought. Why I thought that I don’t know, because honestly, that’s not a part of the female anatomy that I usually spend a lot of time thinking about. But I was recovering rapidly from the shock and my next glance snuck right up her skirt. It was dark, but I thought for a second, was she . . .? Shaking my head, I tried to refocus for a better view. Too late, she was already kneeling beside me.

“You poor boy,” she said. “Are you OK? Can you stand? Do you need assistance?”

I just stared up into those big dark eyes, set in that soft round face, as I gingerly worked my jaw. Nothing broken. Tried to think of something to say, but all I could think about was how short her kinky black hair was Çamlıdere Escort cropped. For some reason, I always found that look kinda sexy. Since I couldn’t say that, I just sat up and didn’t say nothing, still working my jaw.

At that point, my buddy Lou appeared and told me I was up next.

“Can’t do it.” I mumbled. “Concussed.”

Lou saw how it was, smiled and ran back to the field. They didn’t need me to beat those office wussies anyway.

Jasmine helped me to my feet and brought me over to a nearby bench. “Maybe you shouldn’t play,” she observed. “You’re not very good at catch.” Then she laughed and for some reason I didn’t mind a bit.

We spent the next hour just talking. Well, she did most of that. But that was OK, because I could not get enough of her voice. I gazed at her lipsticked lips, hanging on her every word and only talking enough to keep her talking. Maybe I was concussed. I was definitely out of it enough so that I could hardly follow what she said, except at the very end, when she invited me to her house for dinner the next evening. She had to make it up to me. How could I refuse?

Since the next day was Sunday, I had time to get my act together. Put on a nice shirt, touch of cologne, even got some flowers. Women love that shit. And sure, she owed me one, but it didn’t hurt to get her in the mood to pay me off right.

Jasmine greeted me at the door in a light summer dress, low cut with a heavy gold necklace that gave me a good excuse to stare at her boobs. Putting a finger under my chin, she raised my angle of vision. “So you survived the night. And aside from a little bruise, it looks like your jaw is still intact. This is good, because I plan to put it to work.” In response to my puzzled look, she added, “With dinner of course. Come in. I think my recipe got done a little early, my oven tends to run a little hot you know, so we can dine immediately.”

Leading me to the table, she sat me down and then dashed out to the kitchen. A few seconds later she brought out a plate that had on it a single wedge of pie. Not very impressive, but maybe this was just the appetizer.

“Et voilà! Let me present my voodoo quiche!” she beamed. “The island my family comes from was ruled for many years by the French. They were bastards, but they could cook. My grand-mère worked in the kitchen for a French family and became skilled at combining their cuisine with her own traditional recipes. She made this quiche especially for the master of the house and after one bite he was hooked. Try it!”

My first thought was, real men don’t eat quiche. Am I right? And this one had a weird aroma. It smelled good but also slightly rotten. Must have had some stinky French cheese in it. But I was also a guest, and more than a little horny, and sometimes a man’s gotta do if a man’s gonna screw. So I took a bite.

Not bad. A little slimy going down, and that smell was not going to get out of my nose anytime soon, but not bad. I took another. Pretty good actually. So I just plowed right in. Manners never got in the way of my appetite. When I looked up, I noticed that Jasmine hadn’t even touched hers. She was just watching me eat with a smile Çamlıdere Escort Bayan that made me think I was on the outside of an in joke.

I was about to compliment her on her home cooking when I felt something stuck between my teeth. Picking it out, I saw it was a hair, a long curly hair. That was weird. It certainly didn’t come off of her nappy head. Was there a cat running around her kitchen?

“Now where did that come from?” asked Jasmine. “Anyway, I see it didn’t stop you from enjoying your meal.”

“It was great,” I replied. “Uh, is there more?” Brilliant conversation, I know. But I was hungry.

“Of course there’s more. Let’s have the second course in the bedroom.” And with that she stood up and walked away from the table, her bouncy rear end daring me to follow. Now there’s a gal who knows how to treat a guest. I was all in.

Jasmine wasted no time in getting her dress off. There was lots to love about that body. Big curves that just screamed come and drive me. I stepped up to take the wheel. Reaching my arms around her for a kiss, I also fumbled with the hooks of her brassiere. Release the funbags!

They spilled out into my eager hands and I could feel her nipples swell up to say hello as we fell onto her bed. I wouldn’t have minded settling into kissing her pillowy lips for a bit longer, but this bitch was clearly getting hot. The smell of her sex was making me horny too.

Rolling off her, I knelt beside the bed and pulled down her panties. Before I could jump back on top of her, she put her hand on top of my head and spread her legs wide. “Time for your second course, cherie.”

Shit, it was going to be real hair pie this time. The sight of her tangled bush was not a big turn on for me. To be honest, it looked like she had a hairy tarantula nestled between her thighs, a beast that was best squashed and forgotten. But hey, I was a guest and did not want to be rude. I decided to give her a few courtesy licks and then get back to the main course.

Then the weirdness kicked in. As I started rubbing my tongue against her pussy, my own lips began to tingle. Moving up and down, painting the line, the tingling turned into something more. She was getting wet and my lips were getting wetter too, and excited. It was like I was French kissing me!

When I hit the clit, my tongue joined the fun as my whole mouth turned into one big orgy. Each little flick sent a burst of pleasure deep into both of us. It startled me at first, but I had to try it again. And again and again. Can a tongue have an orgasm? Whatever was happening, it had to keep happening. I couldn’t pull away. I was hooked.

She started moaning and so did I, just like a girl. But it was so good. Somehow my lips had stretched themselves into an extended vertical pucker as they tried to cover her entire vagina. The more my lips touched hers, the more they tingled and burned. In the meantime, my tongue stayed at the top of my upper lip, planted firmly on her clit, licking and flicking and driving us both crazy with lust.

I couldn’t tell which of us was wetter as our juices flowed together. All I knew was that my mouth was sucking in orgasmic waves rolling Escort Çamlıdere in from somewhere deep between her legs and crashing on the beach of what used to be my brain. All thoughts were washed away, as my brain dissolved into my body and my whole being started screaming, yes yes yes make me come make me coooome!!

Grabbing her ass, I pushed my face in harder. Once was not enough. There was more juice in there and I wanted to suck out every drop. As I continued to kneel before her, her thighs locked around my head and shut out the rest of the world. I couldn’t even hear her gasping and moaning, but I didn’t need to, because her gasps and moans were mine as well. My mouth pussy exploded again and still held on for dear life.

The third climax hit like a bomb that literally blew me away. Knocked to the floor, my head lolling from side to side, uncertain if I was laughing or crying.

Jasmine’s bright, smiling face appeared over the edge of the bed above me. “Did you like it, cherie?”

“So good,” I gasped, “so good.” Jasmine’s glance made me aware of a wetness between my legs. Had I come? That used to be all that I cared about, but now I could barely remember. Not sure I had come so much as oozed. However it happened, it was sure a sticky mess.

I sat up now and my eyes begged for a kiss. No, I didn’t want to kiss her. I wanted her to kiss me. What I just went through had torn me apart and I needed her to hold me and stroke me and put me back together. She did. She gave me a long, deep kiss that told me she had me and everything was fine. Climbing beside her in bed, we kissed some more and I let my hands stroke her soft skin and thank my hostess for all she had given me.

Not sure how much time passed, but eventually my mouth recovered from its incredible journey and the inevitable question popped out: “But how?”

“I told you it was voodoo pie, darling. There was magic in it, sympathetic sex magic. You found the hair, you should have been warned. Ah, but you were hungry, no? You eat without thinking, just like a man. And now that you have eaten, your mouth is bound to my pussy, forever and always.”

Now that I was starting to get hold of myself, this all sounded like a load of BS. “You’re kidding me, right? I mean, I might have got a little carried away, and it was great, don’t get me wrong. But magic? No way. Look, my mouth feels normal now. There’s no bond, not now or forever.”

“Of course you feel normal now, dear. As I said, our bond was created by sympathetic sex magic. When my pussy heats up, so does your mouth. Care to try it again?”

I just stared at her. This could not be happening.

“Don’t be shy. Admit it. Admit that this was the best sex you ever had.”

She was right. It was the best. And the best part was that the coming just kept coming. How do these bitches stand it? But then, what did that make me? Was I going to be a limp dick oozer for the rest of my life, lip-locked to this cunt’s cunt? Then I remembered how good, how amazingly good it was. I closed my eyes and trembled.

Jasmine could see I was torn, and seemed to be enjoying my inner struggle. “Look honey, you don’t have to decide now. You are invited back next week, same time, same meal. If you stand me up. I’ll know it’s off and our special bond will fade away. Nothing really lasts forever, you know, not unless you want it to. But also know this, the more times we do it the way we just did it, the stronger our bond becomes. You decide lover . . . while you still can.”

I’m 47, a mom with two kids, and a very busy life. Too often I go to bed too tired for sex, and after awhile I think I don’t really need it. Fortunately for me, my husband of 25 years knows what I need!

One night recently, he told me to plan on going to bed early, but not going to sleep for awhile. When we got to the bedroom, he closed and locked the door, ensuring our privacy. But instead of just heading to the bed to get undressed, I suddenly found his arms around me while we were standing in the middle of the room. As I looked up at him, our lips brushed lightly, then again. This time, his kiss lingered, and I felt his tongue parting my lips. I love the feel of him being forceful with me, and when he pushed his tongue hard into my mouth, I began to melt. He probed my mouth with his tongue, and then bit my lip as he withdrew.

“Wow,” I thought, “this could be a great evening!”

We undressed as we moved toward the bed, eyeing each other as we went. My husband says my eyes are my best feature, and they were locked with his as we lay down together.

“What will it be tonight?” he asked, knowing that he could tell me to do almost anything and I would, gladly.

“Well,” I said shyly, “It’s been awhile since you shaved my pussy.”

As the words came out of my mouth, a big smile crossed his face, and he started to breathe a little harder. He loves to shave me, having his hands all over my pussy, and seeing the clean, smooth look close up when he’s finished. It’s funny, when we were first married he shaved me a couple of times, but I resisted and I resented the itchy feeling the next few days. I feel different about it now…the sex we have right after he shaves me is always mind-blowing, and instead of noticing an itch afterwards, what I notice is that my pussy is very sensitive to whatever I’m wearing next to it. In the summer I’m particularly aware of the erotic feel any time warm breezes blow up my skirt for a couple of days afterwards.

After a ‘girls night out’ last year, my friends were all sitting around late talking, when someone asked, “What’s a Brazilian wax, anyway?” My one friend explained it, to the shock of the others…except me.

We howled with laughter when someone asked “Who would DO that?” My friend answered that she liked the look, and so did her husband, and by the way, oral sex with a smooth, bare pussy was incredible.

I chimed in, “Oh, I do it too!” As the others shrieked, I just gave her a knowing smile.

As I settled back to read some of the letters in a porn magazine, he got everything together to shave me clean. First, he placed a hot wet towel over my pussy, to warm me and soften my pubic hair. Then he covered my entire bikini area with a smooth shaving gel. Just feeling his gentle hands as he rubbed me gave me a pleasant, warm feeling all over, and my nipples started to harden and get more sensitive. As I read about a woman deep-throating her Beypazarı Escort man, he began to remove my pubic hair with the razor. First on the left, from the top down past my pussy lips, all the way to my tight little asshole. With the first couple of strokes, I could feel the hair coming off, and cool air touching my bare skin. When I looked at his face, I could see the look of concentration, wanting to do a perfect job without nicking me, mixed with a look of pure lust.

I was surprised when I first found out his cock wasn’t hard while he shaved me, but by the time he’s finished removing the last hair, he’s been dripping pre-cum for about 15 minutes! I can get him hard with just a little squeeze, but I like to take that soft dick in my mouth and suck him to hardness. He especially likes when I take his whole cock into my mouth, even if it’s soft, and work my tongue around it to get him hard.

As he worked down one side, I could feel him pull my pussy lips tight so that the razor could do its job. Once my pussy was hairless, he moved down to be sure any hair around my asshole was quickly removed. Then he started again on the right side and repeated the ritual. I read on, this time about a woman who fucked her man’s ass with a strapon. I know this is one of his fantasies, and I want so much to do it for him, but I’m just not ready yet. He is so patient with me. I never would have thought when we were first married that I would ever allow him to do so many things to me sexually, but as the years have passed we have explored mild bondage, anal sex, deep-throating and of course, shaving. When he wants to get me excited, all he has to do is whisper in my ear about the time in my sister’s bed, when I sucked his dick until he came in my mouth, or the time in Charleston when he so gently took my ass for the first time. In no time at all, I’m squirming against him, and ready for action!

He moved the razor toward my clit, and I drew in my breath a little. It frightened me at first, but as I felt his strong, steady hands working, I relaxed again. I never know when he starts shaving me whether he’ll leave some hair or take it all…this night he left a strip of blond hair, starting an inch above my clit, but otherwise I was completely bare. I always feel so vulnerable as he wields the razor, but I’ve never trusted anyone as much as I do him, and I know he will take care of me. With the last of the hair gone, another hot towel removed the last of the cream, and then he just gazed at my pussy lustfully, while he described it at beautiful and so hot!

Once again, he kneeled between my legs, but this time instead of a razor, he placed his hot mouth right on my pussy! A sudden rush came over me as he parted my pussy lips and licked me deeply. I closed my eyes and dropped my magazine, as a heat wave overcame me.

“Oh God, that feels so good!” I moaned.

While he ate me he replied, Beypazarı Escort Bayan “You are amazing, you are so hot!” He licked me all over, from the bottom of my pussy all the way to my clit, then he took each of my pussy lips into his mouth, sucking them hard as he stretched them taut. Then he dove back in with his tongue and licked me for what seemed like an hour.

Finally, he moved around to a 69 position and continued his attack on my pussy while he lowered his hard dick into my mouth. I don’t know why, but when I’m sucking him I have a hard time getting his whole cock into my mouth. But when he climbs on top of me to fuck my mouth, I just open up wide and take him clear down my throat! I love when his balls come to rest on my face because I know he can feel that he is all the way in my mouth and throat, and that I’ve completely surrendered to him. I reached up to grab the bars on the headboard, a bondage fantasy playing in the back of my mind. While he licked me, he slowly worked a finger into my ass, then another, and then three, the whole time fucking my mouth with his hot cock. I felt as if I were on fire, impaled by him in both the mouth and ass, and my pussy sopping wet from his unbelievable licking.

He has such incredible self-control when we’re making love, that he never wants to come too soon. When he felt the cum rising in his balls, he pulled out of my mouth and slowed his pace for a minute. In a low, throaty voice, I quietly begged him, “Please…tie me up. I want to be totally at your mercy.” With a lusty laugh, he climbed out of bed and went to the closet, where we keep a few sex toys for times like this. He returned quickly with a silk necktie and some other things that I couldn’t see. As I lay on the bed, he stretched both arms to one corner of the bed, tying my wrists to each other, and then to the bedpost. I love the feeling of having my arms bound and stretched over my head…it makes my whole body feel stretched tight and defenseless. After binding my arms, he moved in front of me and sat firmly on my leg to pin me down.

At his command, I closed my eyes. Not knowing where to expect his touch next made me tremble all over in anticipation. Finally I felt his hands on one breast, and his tongue on my nipple. He licked all around my nipple, and then gently bit on it as it got rock-hard. His hands left me for a minute, and then I felt him putting a nipple ring on me. There was a little pressure as he lined up the metal ornament with my stiff nipple, and then a stab of pain as he let go and let the ring pinch my sensitive nipple. I groaned as the pain turned to pleasure, and then I felt him put a ring on my other nipple. With my eyes closed, I imagined myself as he could see me: My hands tied over my head, stretching my body taut, with two gold rings adorning my hard nipples. I know this drives him wild with lust. But what happened next I did not expect.

As Escort Beypazarı I lay beneath him, feeling the warmth spread from my nipples to the rest of my body, I felt something pushing at my pussy lips. I opened my eyes to see him pushing a large double-headed dildo into me, gently but firmly. At first he only put in a couple of inches, and then pulled it back out. Over and over he pushed the fake dick into me, spreading my pussy apart as he put half its length into my wetness. Then he stopped to admire the sight of my clean-shaven pussy with 6 inches of rubber cock sticking straight up out of it. He bent the cock toward my body, rubbing my sensitive clit as I writhed beneath him. Then he bent over, and started licking “my” cock. He’d talked about doing this before, and the thought had really turned me off. But now seeing him do it, I was intrigued. With my hands tied, and my nipples aching, and with a full pussy, I watched as he lowered his mouth over my cock. As he pressed his mouth down on it, I could feel the other end push farther into me. I groaned as the pleasure overtook me. I didn’t want to enjoy the sight of my husband’s mouth full of my cock, but I couldn’t help it. His head bobbed up and down, and I could feel every stroke. Then he went all the way down on it, deep throating one end while the other end was buried in my sopping pussy. I could feel as he pushed the dick all the way down his throat, and his mouth touched my hot cunt lips. My eyes rolled back in my head as a rush of ecstasy took over my mind and body. He pressed a finger into my ass, and I just exploded, screaming out as wave after wave of orgasm wracked my body. I threw my head from one side to the other, trying to prolong my overpowering climax and escape it all at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly stopped shaking and started softly whimpering in contentment and speaking his name over and over as he wrapped his arms around me.

Now that he knew I was satisfied, it was his turn. He removed the dildo and nipple rings from me, but leaving me tied up, he kneeled over my hips, and lowered his ass onto my pubic mound, the tuft of my remaining hair stimulating his asshole. As he ground himself against me, he pulled on his swollen cock. I couldn’t believe the size of it; it looked enormous as his hand flew up and down its shaft.

“Close your mouth,” he said, “unless you want come in it, because this load’s going on your face.”

“No!” I said, but he insisted. I’d never let him do that before, but this had been a night of “firsts”.

“You deserve it,” he said, “and so do I!”

My body betrayed me, and I let out a groan of ecstasy at the command in his voice. Then I watched as he tensed and his huge cock spilled its load all over my face. He almost fell over on me, his orgasm was so strong. Collapsing into a heap beside me, he was done. He untied my hands and wiped the come from my face and thanked me for fulfilling yet another of his fantasies. He held me close as we both came down from our climaxes, thankful for the strong bond we have and marveling at how this middle-aged couple can keep reaching new heights of sexual pleasure together.

I’m starting to think the strapon could happen sometime soon…

The text from my best friend Jasper was only one word, but that word spoke volumes about his sheer desperation to me.

“Help!” Jasper wrote me.

It was classic Jasper, of course. He hated to ask for help, but when he was in enough of a bind, he kept it short and simple. A Welshman with a sort of friendly roguishness and uncouthness to him at times, he reminded me of an 18th century highwayman type, to be honest. This was rather funny, given that he was actually a deputy sheriff and thus very much on the right side of the law.

“What’s wrong?” I texted back, truly puzzled as to what could bother my buddy so much, so close to his wedding day.

“I learned something about Connie that has me rather shaken up and in need of a drastic solution, Ben,” he responded.

“What has she done?” I asked him, point-blank now.

“She confessed a few things to me, in the interest of honesty and fairness, and I’m a bit stunned, to put it mildly. I am still bloody well shocked by this,” he answered me, which really got me going.

“Okay, meet me at Nigel’s in fifteen, if you can. Can you?” I replied.

“Very well, but Connie’s coming along for the trip, since this is about her and me. I have an idea, but it’s rather extreme, and while she is on board with it, I want both of you present when it’s broached. You ought to get Tamara for this one, too,” he announced cryptically.

“Why does my girlfriend need to tag along, exactly?” I demanded to know.

“Just trust me. I’m your mate, remember? Now, get off your arse and take Tamara with you. I don’t care if you’re snogging or shagging. It’s not bollocks, I swear,” he promised, so I woke up Tamara, who was on the rag right then, so frankly hated it when I disturbed her rest … she went from saucy to cranky to downright mean at times during her period.

“What’s the matter?” Tamara snapped, and as always, instantly regretted it, “Sorry, I was just having a hell of a good dream. It was you, me … and Daniel Craig. We were … you know … having a threesome.”

“That dream again, huh? Well, in my dreams, Eva Green sometimes joins us and sometimes it’s just her, you, and me. Sometimes… , well, you get the idea, babe. Don’t act so shocked. We’ve talked about threesomes, gang-bangs,” I started to say.

“And reverse gang-bangs, lest we forget,” Tamara winked as she interrupted me.

“And orgies, anyway, and at times, you bring it up before I do!” I resumed, adding, “Anyway, Jasper needs us to meet Connie and him … urgently. Nigel’s, 15 minutes, I told him, so let’s get hopping, okay, bunny?”

“Yeah, well, if I’m your bunny, I deserve to get fucked like one tonight, especially for you getting me up from such a hot, sexy dream!” Tamara griped.

“But you’re … well, you know,” I observed.

“Bloody and rare down there? I know. That’s another thing that I’d like to change between us, since we’re talking of relationships and sex,” she complained as we got dressed in a rush.

“What is?” I asked her as we got to my truck.

“No sex on the rag. That’s fucked-up! I’m horny all month long, dear … it doesn’t stop because I’m on my monthly! Hell, half the time it’s worse!” Tamara declared, much to my surprise.

“Holy smokes, that explains a lot! Well, we can discuss that after we meet with Jasper and Connie. Whatever it is, it must be pretty serious for him to send me a desperate cry for help by text!” I coughed, not sure how to take this news.

“Yeah, well, I hope that he realizes what a good friend you are, when I’ve killed you with a heart attack after riding you to death all night long! Oh, look at that face … you think that I’m kidding … oh, no, Mister … you and I are getting it on tonight!” Tamara warned me with a very sassy grin on her face.

“Is that before or after I spank your cute booty for being such a sass?” I had an evil gleam in my eye as we walked into Nigel’s.

“Promise? Because if my butt’s not bruised by the end of the night, I’ll never let you live it down!” Tamara taunted me, knowing how to get my goat.

“Oh, you’re getting it now, missy! Here’s a little preview,” I slapped her ass to make my point as we sat down … in full view of Jasper and Connie, both of whom cracked up with belly laughs when they saw it.

“Well, we now know a little something new about the private sex life of Ben Markowitz Bala Escort and Tamara Dragovic, haven’t we?” Jasper gave me more grief.

“Yeah, yeah, speaking of which … private lives, what’s such an emergency that you wake up the bloody monster at eleven fucking thirty on a Thursday night, anyway?” I probed now, prompting a slight and playful poke in the ribs from Tamara.

“Okay, I will cut to the chase, then. Connie admitted to me today that she is a diagnosed and declared nymphomaniac. I mean that in all seriousness. She has a medical condition which produces an insatiable libido … sex drive in layman terms. I feared something like this when we first met, but back then we both hoped to control it. She needs more sex than I can give her and she doesn’t want to cheat on me by having secret extramarital affairs,” Jasper informed me abruptly.

“So … you’re going to give her permission to sleep with other people? Since you have trouble keeping up, is this one-sided, or will the extra help be enough to allow you the same … how do I put this … liberties? Or, more to the point, do you even want the same rights or are you content to be faithful while she satisfies these needs? I’m not saying this to judge you. I just want to make sure that, a year or two down the road, you’re not crying into your beer about how you’ve been mistreated, cuckolded, or what have you.

“Connie has never struck me as unfair … you know that I don’t see you that way, Connie … otherwise, you would never have come clean with Jasper, I do believe. However, one does not have to be objectively wronged to feel misused … to feel betrayed, humiliated, etc. The biggest question, though, is what does this have to do, not only with me, but with Tamara? You wanted us both here for this, so I’m all ears. What about you, Tamara?” I naturally pried further.

“Very much all ears. I’m listening intently, on the edge of my seat on this one, baby,” my girlfriend assured me, and she showed every sign of being attentive, in fact.

“Okay … I need you to fuck Connie … and not just once or twice. This would be a very regular thing. Since you’re dating Tamara, however, this affects her as well as you, me, and Connie. Hence why I want her here … I need her blessing for this, so it doesn’t harm your relationship. So … what do you guys think? Is this okay or should I ask someone else … not that there is anyone I trust more than you,” Jasper declared, much to my astonishment.

“Alright … so … you want Ben here, my dear, loving boyfriend, your best mate for how long now … to have sexual relations with your fiancee? Wow … that’s just … damn! That’s … hot!” Tamara exclaimed, which wasn’t shocking to me so much as it was to Jasper and Connie, “However, I have one condition for my approval. Just one.”

“Very well, I’m definitely listening,” I perked up.

“Me, too,” Jasper was curious.

“Hit us with it, Tamara,” Connie showed her interest by speaking up at last … she had been strangely silent this whole time.

“Very well … look, Ben is a great boyfriend, make no mistake, but he’s very squeamish about one of my fetishes. I don’t blame him. It’s not for everyone. However, if I could get that itch scratched without troubling him to do it … it would suit both of us. Everybody wins,” Tamara was a bit evasive, but I could sense where this was headed.

“Which kink?” Jasper wanted to know for sure.

“Bloody sex. Dipping into the red stream … sex during my menstrual period. Don’t worry … I’m not asking you to earn your red wings or anything like that. It’s just that … Ben has a hang-up about fucking during that time of the month … which is often when I need it most. So … if I agree to this sharing business, I want one of you two … you can decide which one … maybe both of you … to do something to pleasure me during that month, whenever Ben would otherwise feel pressure to do it and frankly wouldn’t always get it up for me due to how gross it can be.

“You can do straight-up fucking, strap-on sex, oral, whichever combo or technique you feel most comfortable with … even the red wings, but only if you WANT to do that … during that time. Since Ben is pinch-hitting for Jasper at times, it’s only right to ask one or both of you to return the favor. That’s what friends do, right? Bala Escort Bayan Help each other out?” Tamara stunned the couple with that proposition.

“Well, Jasper … papi, we are asking a lot of them. It’s only fair to Ben and Tamara to do something for them, too. I mean, I don’t mind doing my part, but for this, well … papi, you need to step up to the plate, too. It’s only three to seven days a month, and then you can take it easy if you prefer, but … I’m ready to do my part and it would only be right and fair to ask you to pitch in, too.

“Besides, you deserve some strange booty, too, even if your needs are fewer. That’s the only part of this that hasn’t sat well with me, the fear that you would somehow feel that you’re still obligated to be faithful because your sex drive isn’t as great as mine. With Ben assisting you … you’ll be able to do so much more than before … don’t you think?

“If you’re helping Tamara out, there’s no reason to feel that you’re cheating on me … you’re just showing gratitude, being a good friend, and repaying their kindness, right?” Connie encouraged her fiance, my best friend.

“Well, when you put it that way,” Jasper blushed a little as his lovely Cuban lady began stroking his package through his pants, “What are we doing with Tamara … I mean, what are you doing … are we going to do the same stuff to her, you and me? What do you want me to do to her?”

“Papi, I’m about to spread my legs for your best friend, okay? We’re a bit past petty jealousies, alright? Do whatever feels right to you … just be sure to do it right and satisfy her needs, pick up the slack for Ben as he is doing for you. I know you, papi … I know what you want to do to Tamara, what any healthy, red-blooded guy would want to do to her. Just do it, okay? If Ben is helping you satisfy me, it’s only right for us to help him satisfy his girlfriend. You’re just letting your concern for my feelings and social mores get the best of you. They’re helping us, well, turnabout is fair play and we should help them as well,” Consuela “Connie” Ramos encouraged her fiance.

“Very well, then. I happen to be on the rag tonight, in fact. So … how about a little swap? Jasper with me, Connie with Ben. Deal?” Tamara proposed, looking very naughty indeed, “By the way, I still want my spanking from Ben later tonight. Over the knee, bare-bottom, of course. With his hands. No feeling is more sensual than a good, old-fashioned, bare-bottom, bare hands, over the knee spanking by an older guy, and Ben is a decade older than me, thank God!”

“Oh, is that how you feel about it?” I turned to my kinky girlfriend, “You like that and you want to share me with Connie … for how many years … how is it that I haven’t proposed to you again? Marry me, you saucy little slut!”

“Is that an order?” Tamara licked her lips.

“Hell, yes!” I got rather assertive as we downed another pint each and chowed down on the appetizers … in my case, fried calamari with cocktail sauce.

“In that case, it’s about time … and, God, yes! Can I ask two favors, though?” Tamara answered with enough heat to melt lead and enough tongue to supply a butcher.

“Go ahead. I’m curious as to what my future bride wants from me,” I felt my cock reach full stiffness by now.

“That if Jasper and Connie tire of us, we find a new couple for this kind of thing … and that we write our own damn vows,” Tamara urged me intently.

“Fair enough. Though I doubt that we need to worry about them doing that,” I grinned.

“Hell, no! I can’t predict the future, but I have trouble picturing myself giving up his cock, if it looks like it’s shaping up to be,” Connie pointed saucily to my rigid boner.

“Oh, sweetie, I can’t describe to you how fine this cock is … you simply have to try it for yourself to understand it,” Tamara assured her while lighting up to smoke.

“I admit that I’m looking forward to eating that bloody quim of yours, now that I have Connie’s blessing for it. You don’t mind if I rim you, too, do you? I’ve wanted to lick that arse of yours ever since we met,” Jasper confessed in front of all of us … no secrets between us anymore.

“Honey, red town or brown town … it’s all yours to go to town tonight,” Tamara promised him with a wink, her sexy Bosnian accent more pronounced when mixed Escort Bala with the smoky sound from her cigarette … so far, quitting was easier said than done for one with her culture’s attitude about smoking.

It wasn’t much longer before we all settled up, and given how hammered we were, Jasper suggested a motel room for the night near the pub, often used for people hooking up from the place. We were soon all tearing off each other’s clothes, and I found myself making out hungrily with Connie, while Tamara did the same with Jasper, her tongue wrestling with his as well.

We were soon fully engaged in our swap, my tongue sliding downward to Connie’s wonderful tits as I licked her entire bosom … and then it reached her belly, followed by her clit. As I continued to tease this luscious Latina, I noticed that Jasper’s face was buried in Tamara’s shaved and gory twat, her thighs wrapped around his neck to hold him in place, while she began panting, moaning, and sighing … all clear signs of imminent climax with her. I took it a little slower, but soon Connie showed every indication that she was beyond the point of no return as well as I ate her out to successive mini-orgasms.

When both women collapsed, I looked over at Jasper and Tamara before sliding my cock into Connie’s sweet slit from behind, fucking her bareback as it was already known how much she hated condoms. Tamara soon had Jasper on his back, riding him like it was nobody’s business, also bareback … as if by mutual understanding, we have silently agreed to trust each other that way. Before we knew it, both couples were engaged in a sort of synchronized rhythm that caused hips to move as just the right pace of strokes and cocks to reach deeper inside delectable cunts.

We each fucked for several more minutes, my dick plowing Connie good and hard while Tamara continued to straddle and use Jasper for her own pleasure. However, neither woman could hold back the excitement from strange cock inside them for long, and it wasn’t much longer until they both came feverishly before collapsing on our pricks. Jasper couldn’t resist at all after that and shot his load damn near close to my fiancee’s womb. The realization that we had at least partly opened up our relationships … both of them, was simply too much excitement to ignore, and I spilled my seed into Connie’s soaking wet twat.

“Tamara, baby, you were so fucking right! I wouldn’t believe how great it was with Ben until now … thank you for sharing him! I hope that you enjoyed Jasper, too. Ready for me to clean you up? I am ready for my red wings, that’s for sure … I’ll gladly devour you to thank you for being so generous with your man’s fine rod,” Connie offered, but didn’t get a chance to say much more before Tamara pushed her head downward.

“Less talking … more licking. Now, whose cock do I get to suck?” Tamara turned to me and began answering her own query with her soft, slick lips on my dick.

When Jasper parted Tamara’s cheeks to begin rimming her, she lost all self-control and came in a series of wild orgasms that just seized her body and shook it like a tornado. Once I was nice and hard, she let go of my cock from her mouth and watched lustfully as I began fucking Connie furiously while the sultry Cuban babe continued to eat her out.

“Well, baby, maybe I should get examined for nymphomania, too,” Tamara teased me as I fucked Connie roughly and pushed her face deeper into her bloody gash.

“Nympho or not, you’re more than holding your own, honey. I’m looking forward to many good years of hot swapping and swinging orgies, how about you?” I chuckled as she guided Jasper back into her twat.

“Just try and stop me … Master,” Tamara blew me a kiss while I kept plundering Connie and Jasper pounded her good and rough…

When Connie and Jasper heard Tamara call me her Master, they came almost instantly in turn, as I erupted inside the former squeezing snatch and the latter filled my fiancee with another round of spunk. There was only one thing left to do, and before she could pretend to object, I had Tamara over my knees, spanking her sweet ass for being such a naughty little minx. Then again, she was MY slut, wasn’t she, just as Connie was Jasper’s slut, too … Judging from the giggles as well as whimpers, and the juices flowing onto my thighs from between hers, she had been desperately craving this discipline all day long, possibly longer.

Sharing two women with my best friend … one of them his fiancee and the other mine (also my little fucktoy, of course) … and sometimes seeing them pleasure each other … hell, yeah, a guy could get used to this!

Author’s Note: This is a fetish story involving gross bodily functions.

*****

My name is Emily. I’m a gross person.

My guts produce a kind of aphrodisiac – a sex pheromone – that gets released into the air whenever I poop or fart. Anyone who inhales it, including me, will get sexually aroused.

In my mid-20s, my pheromones were getting stronger and stronger. I’d had a few fun experiences, but also a lot of awkwardness.

This story is one of the awkward ones, I’m afraid. It happened about a month after my last story… the one where I’d accidentally started a threesome while vising my best friend Kat.

I hadn’t seen Kat again since then. She lived a few hours away, trying to finish her bachelors degree, and I didn’t have time to visit often. Talking and texting just wasn’t the same. She didn’t have many friends at school, and she sounded more depressed every time we spoke.

So we decided to take a long weekend and drive up to Canada together. It would be a girls’ weekend, just the two of us.

She picked me up Thursday night after I left work, and we crossed the border around midnight. We were visiting a lakeside town with lots of cycling trails and cheap bars – a good spot for bachelor parties.

On Friday morning, we biked around the lake. Then we ate a huge lunch, drank a half-pitcher of sangria, and took a nap in our room together. It was a good day.

When Friday evening rolled around, we got dressed to go out. I put on some lip gloss, but otherwise I just wore my hoodie and jeans. Kat, on the other hand, looked absolutely gorgeous with just a touch of makeup. With her black button-down shirt, torn jeans, and kick-ass boots, she looked like a singer in an indie-rock band.

“I feel invisible next to you,” I told her.

She laughed, smiling. “Shut up. You look great, Emily.”

In the back of my mind, as usual, I was wondering about my next chance to poop. Our room was very small – not a good place to release sex pheromones – but my stomach felt unsettled after lunch. I didn’t think I could hold it all weekend.

We went to a bar and listened to a live band for a while. I picked at a plate of french fries, nursing a beer.

“You’re not hungry?” Kat asked.

I shrugged. “Maybe I ate too much at lunch.”

Between sets, I watched our drinks while Kat went to pee. My stomach felt weirdly full. Sitting alone at the bar, I tried to fart a little, but I couldn’t force any gas out.

When Kat came back, she had two boys flirting with her – two slick-haired, freshly-showered college guys. One was muscular, and the other wore glasses. Neither looked older than 21.

They were cute enough, though, and they were clearly smitten with Kat. She was grinning, enjoying their attention. They ignored me as we talked, but I didn’t mind; I just wanted Kat to have fun this weekend.

When the muscular one made a joke, she touched his shoulder as she giggled.

I was about to say something to the nerdy-looking guy, but suddenly a stomach cramp hit me. I winced, almost falling off my bar stool.

“You all right, Emily?” Kat asked.

“Yeah,” I grunted. “No worries.”

I knew something was wrong, but I managed to hide it a little longer. I sipped my beer and talked to the nerdy boy for a few minutes, leaving Kat to flirt with the other one.

But my stomach kept twisting up painfully. After a few minutes, I couldn’t pretend to be okay anymore. I excused myself and headed for the restrooms.

Unfortunately, the women’s room had a line. Almost half a dozen people stood outside the door. I waited at the back, squirming from the strange pressure in my guts.

I thought it was just gas – nothing but a big, bad fart from lunch – but it hurt and needed to come out.

I couldn’t stand it for long. With three women still ahead of me, I decided to release a little of my gas. Just a tiny bit, I told myself.

I carefully relaxed my sphincter…

And, instantly, I felt my bowels pour out. I gasped aloud. Hot, spicy liquid was suddenly leaking from my asshole, and a wet sensation spread through my underwear.

No! No! I thought.

I painfully squeezed myself closed, holding back what felt like a gallon of diarrhea.

The other women in line hadn’t noticed anything, but my guts felt like they could explode at any moment. I jumped off the bathroom line and dashed into the men’s room instead.

The men’s room was multiple-occupancy, where you could come and go freely. A guy was peeing at a urinal when I burst in, but he didn’t look up at me.

Struggling to hold my sphincter shut, I rushed into the stall, slammed the door closed, and yanked down my jeans. The last few seconds were the worst. My butt touched the toilet seat… and then my whole digestive system erupted.

It was a bad shit. Painful. Noisy gas and diarrhea blasted out of me, like firing a cannon into the bowl. Awful cramps made me clutch my stomach. My asshole burned like hell. The smell came fast and strong, with an unhealthy metallic stink.

“Jesus,” Akyurt Escort I heard the man at the urinal mutter.

I tried not to groan – my voice would reveal that I was a woman – but I couldn’t prevent the terrible noises or smell I was producing. The diarrhea shot out so hard it splashed back, and I felt the spray against my butt cheeks. The sound of each emission seemed unbelievably loud.

I lowered my face, mortified.

My underwear was ruined, I noticed. A wet streak of brown ran down the center.

My eyes felt hot with tears. I just pooped my pants, I thought. I hadn’t pooped myself since I was a little girl…

Taking a deep breath, I pulled off my jeans and dirty underwear. With two fingers, I grabbed the undies and tossed them aside onto the bathroom floor.

I’d never figured out whether my diarrhea contained sex pheromones, but I’d always suspected that it didn’t. I certainly wasn’t feeling sexual as I sat shitting my brains out.

I continued spray-painting the toilet bowl for minutes on end. More guys walked in, pissed at the urinal, and left without washing their hands. They all heard and smelled me shitting. I burned with shame, unable to hold anything back.

Luckily, there was toilet paper. When my insides finally felt empty, I went through half a roll trying to get clean. My butt cheeks were wet with splashback, and the whole area around my asshole was a gooey swamp.

After what seemed like an hour, I pulled my jeans back on – going commando for now – and stood cautiously. My knees shook, and my face was sweating. My stomach still felt queasy, too.

Kat was still talking to the two boys when I came back. The moment she saw me, she almost dropped her beer. She approached quickly and touched my shoulder.

“You look pale,” she said in a low voice. “Is everything all right?”

I shook my head. “I’m heading back to the room,” I said. “You should stay here, though. Have fun with the guys.”

She made a clucking noise, like a worried mom. “I’m going with you.”

We apologized to the two boys, and Kat led me outside. As we walked back to our room, I admitted I’d had diarrhea.

“What the hell did I eat?” I wondered aloud. “I thought lunch was – just fine!”

My voice cracked as I spoke. I was struggling not to cry.

Kat touched my arm again. “I’m so sorry, Emily.”

Swallowing, I said, “You should really stay out if you…”

I stopped, feeling a sudden surge of nausea. I looked around for a spot to throw up, but there was no place – and no time.

“Emily?” Kat asked.

I started barfing on the sidewalk.

* * *

Dark brown liquid suddenly spilled from Emily’s mouth, catching her almost mid-sentence. It fell onto the sidewalk, splattering, as she put her hands on her knees.

Her mouth opened wide. A terrible retching sound arose from her throat. Then her body heaved painfully, and another torrent of loose, soupy vomit began to pour from her. It splashed in all directions when it hit the ground.

For a few seconds I stood frozen, shocked, and then I noticed Emily’s hair dangling in front of her face. I pulled it back, but it was already wet.

“Emily!” I cried. I didn’t know what else I could do.

We had walked a few blocks from the bar at this point, and luckily the streets weren’t full of people. I saw a group of girls watching us from across the street, and I waved at them to move along.

A wide pool of vomit lay at Emily’s feet, with droplets spread across our jeans and shoes. She spat onto it, breathing raggedly. She was holding her body perfectly still.

Suddenly, her back heaved again. She gave a painful gagging noise, and another fountain of puke splattered against the sidewalk.

I rubbed her shoulders, still holding her wet hair in my other hand. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “Just let it out…”

Emily retched another two or three times, emptying her stomach. A scary amount of liquid poured out of her, but I tried not to show my worry.

Finally she straightened, wiping her mouth. She hung her head, unable to make eye contact with me.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled.

Emily looked terrible. She was pale and cool to the touch. A mouthful of vomit had dribbled down the front of her hoodie, and I saw chunks of it in her hair.

“Can you walk?” I asked.

She nodded. “Let’s just go.”

We stepped over the puddle she’d left. As we walked, Emily held my arm for support. I felt her body shaking, and she was crying a little.

“It’s okay,” I tried to reassure her. “This happens to everybody. It’s not your fault.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” she sniffed.

“Don’t be. You just ate something that didn’t agree with you, and your body’s getting rid of it.”

I guess I have strong caretaking instincts. In this moment, I felt closer to my best friend than ever. Ignoring the vomit on our clothes, I put my hand around Emily’s waist and held her tight.

She leaned against me gratefully. “I’m glad you’re here, Kat.”

I felt Akyurt Escort Bayan a small flutter in my chest.

Over the last year, my friendship with Emily had gotten complicated. I’d always thought I was basically straight. Since I mostly liked guys, I thought my occasional girl-crushes were normal.

But with Emily, I couldn’t pretend to be straight anymore.

My mind kept flashing back to that threesome we’d had last month. I kept picturing the way she rode Will’s dick – the way she moved her hips – as she got lost in her own pleasure. She didn’t even hear his warning that he was cumming.

I wished I could give Emily pleasure like that. I wished I had a load of cum I could shoot inside her. Most of all, I wished I could just kiss her, and she could kiss me back like she really wanted me.

That was the sad part, of course. I knew her better than anyone… and I knew she only liked boys.

I didn’t know what to do with my feelings.

It seemed like an hour before we made it back to our room. I stopped Emily just inside the doorway.

“Let’s leave our dirty clothes here,” I said.

Emily nodded weakly and started pulling off her hoodie. I took off my shoes and pants – my top looked clean, actually – and walked to the bathroom for a box of tissues.

When I came back, Emily was naked except for her bra. She stood bare-assed above a pile of her discarded clothing. I started wiping her hair clean, pulling at it with tissues.

“You didn’t need to take your underwear off,” I told her.

She slouched a little. “I had to throw it away earlier.”

It took a second to realize what she meant: she’d pooped her pants. “Oh,” I said lightly. “Well, that happens sometimes.”

Now that we were indoors, I could smell the vomit on our clothing. It had a sour stink, a mix of stomach acid and bad food.

Strangely, I felt myself growing aroused as I cleaned Emily’s hair. My fingers brushed the skin of her neck, letting the touch linger. My eyes drifted downwards, to the curve of her bare hips…

Stop it, I scolded myself. She’s sick.

But I kept getting hornier. My skin tingled, wanting to be touched, and I couldn’t stop staring at Emily’s naked ass.

To my relief, she didn’t notice my excitement. The moment I finished cleaning her hair, she walked to the bed and flopped down face-first. Her arms and legs splayed out across the covers.

“I feel like shit,” she moaned into a pillow.

I bit my lip. “You’ll feel better tomorrow…”

“Mrrr,” she groaned.

I stood staring at Emily as she lay face-down on the bed. She wore nothing but a bra, and her smooth butt cheeks filled my vision. I held my breath, yearning for her.

Even when she was sick, Emily was a striking woman. She looked nothing like a magazine model, but she seemed to pulse with sexuality. Her light brown hair fanned out across the pillow. A colorful series of tattoos decorated her left arm and shoulder. She had natural body hair, with soft fuzz on her legs and underarms. The hair grew thicker on her upper thighs, which were parted slightly. I could see a heavy bush between her legs… and just a hint of her prominent pussy lips.

I blinked, trying to focus, but I found myself quivering with desire.

Emily shifted uncomfortably. “My stomach still hurts,” she complained.

Hoping to clear my head, I got dressed and ran to the convenience store. I bought Gatorade, saltine crackers, and some nice shampoo.

I was gone less than fifteen minutes.

When I returned, our room reeked of diarrhea: a sharp, sickly odor. The stink hit me as soon as I opened the door. Emily lay face-down on the bed again, but I saw that she’d changed into her pajamas, a t-shirt and cotton pants.

Instantly, another wave of sexual longing crashed over me. I felt guilty: my friend needed comfort, not sex. But my body ached with emptiness.

I needed to fuck.

I sat on the edge of the bed and touched her shoulder. “Hey.”

“I keep getting diarrhea,” she mumbled into her pillow.

“Sorry.” I struggled to control my voice. “Feel any better?”

“No.” She turned to look at me briefly, as if inspecting me, before shoving her face into the pillow again. “Don’t sit around smelling it. You should go out.”

“Mmm…” I put my hand on her shoulder again, enjoying the touch. “I don’t mind the smell.”

I shifted my weight behind Emily and squeezed both her shoulders, while she continued to lay face-down.

“I feel guilty,” she sighed. “I ruined everything. We were supposed to have fun tonight.”

I smiled, kneading her shoulder muscles. “I’m happy taking care of you.”

“You’re such a mom, Kat.” Emily chuckled softly into the pillow. “You should really leave, though.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Well…” She rolled her shoulders back, sighing. “In that case, I guess you can keep massaging me.”

Wordlessly, I spread my thighs and straddled her butt. I pressed my palms against her lower back, feeling her warm skin through her Escort Akyurt t-shirt.

“Is that good?” I managed to ask.

“Yeah,” she grunted. “Maybe it’ll take my mind off my stomach.”

Rhythmically, I moved my hands up and down Emily’s spine, rubbing her. Her body sank into the bed as I applied pressure.

“I probably shouldn’t fart right now,” she mumbled.

I laughed softly. “Probably not.”

I continued massaging her. My thighs squeezed her body, and I felt my crotch pressing on her butt cheeks. I was trying hard not to hump her, but I couldn’t help grinding my hips a little as I moved my shoulders. My breath was getting quicker as the minutes passed.

So horny, my body was telling me. Need to fuck. Need to fuck…

Emily seemed unaware of my private agony. She just exhaled softly, relaxing beneath my hands.

“I might fall asleep,” she murmured after a while. “Just keep going, okay?”

“Okay,” I breathed.

“I’ll just sleep till I feel better…”

I didn’t speak; I was almost gasping. I let my hands drift up her bare back beneath her shirt, touching her skin directly. She wore no bra.

Soon, Emily’s breath deepened, and I felt her body easing into a restful nap. I moved my hands back downwards again, enjoying the feel of her skin.

I couldn’t understand why I felt so horny. Emily was sick, and the room stank of diarrhea. I should feel nurturing, I thought, not sexual.

But my body needed to fuck.

Carefully, I began to grind against her butt.

I was wearing jeans. As I straddled Emily’s ass and moved my hips, I felt the tough denim against my crotch.

When I was younger, I used to hump things: pillows, the edge of the bed, anything I could mount. I didn’t know it was sexual; I just knew the pressure felt good.

Now I was humping Emily’s ass, feeling that same pressure. My body moved automatically back and forth, grinding against her butt cheeks with a subtle rhythm. My jeans did most of the work rubbing me.

I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. My eyes closed, and one hand moved to my breast.

Emily showed no signs of stirring. I humped her ass as hard as I dared, shifting slightly to increase the pressure on my crotch. I unbuttoned my shirt and worked a hand beneath my bra, so I could tweak my nipple between two fingers.

This went on for a couple minutes. I grunted softly with each movement of my hips, and my face grew hot.

I need to stop, I thought. This isn’t consensual…

Then, Emily began to fart in her sleep.

I heard a sharp, small toot from her butt. Even through my jeans, I felt a puff of air against my crotch. It was just gas, luckily.

Another fart popped out. And then another. A sour smell filled my nostrils, similar to the diarrhea stink that already hung in the room.

The moment felt so intimate: my best friend, deeply asleep, letting her little farts out. For some reason, I found it incredibly sexual, too. My skin blazed with heat, and I felt my heartbeat pulsing in my crotch.

I began humping Emily harder, bracing my hand against the bed. I barely cared about waking her up now. With each breath, faster and faster, I hissed aloud.

Somewhere deep inside me, I could feel an approaching orgasm… but I couldn’t quite reach it. Not like this.

I climbed off the bed, unbuttoned my jeans, and jammed my hand down the front. My fingers found my swollen clit, and I grunted at the shock it gave me.

With my other hand, I touched Emily’s butt. My thumb ran lightly down the center, across her little farty asshole… and then downwards, towards her sweet pussy…

My orgasm exploded suddenly, almost surprising me. I tried holding my breath, but whimpers arose from my throat. Waves of pleasure pulsed outwards from my clit, and my knees nearly buckled.

I felt my fingers tightening on Emily’s butt, squeezing it hard. Too hard.

To my shock, she squirmed away from me. “Kat, stop…” I heard her whisper.

I froze.

When I cum, I sometimes get a weird feeling like I’m about to pee. My clit got sensitive, almost painful, as it continued to throb. The feelings faded slowly.

“Sorry,” I finally said.

Emily fell back asleep instantly. She didn’t seem aware of what I’d done.

I took a deep breath, shaking my head. I can’t believe I did that, I thought. I had just sexually assaulted my best friend.

But I was too exhausted to think about it. Still breathing hard, I crawled onto the bed and lay down next to Emily. She didn’t stir.

I stared at her sleeping face for a while as my heartbeat gradually slowed. My body felt drained. I didn’t remember closing my eyes, but I drifted off in a matter of minutes.

Soon I was dreaming, sleeping deeply on top of the covers, with a sense of terrible guilt and yearning in my heart…

* * *

In the middle of the night, I had more diarrhea.

When I sat on the toilet and allowed myself to loosen up, a river of hot liquid began pouring out of me. It sounded like a bucket of water being dumped into the bowl, and it smelled like death. It seemed to weaken me as it exited my body.

I emerged pale and shaking from the bathroom.

Kat still slept on top of the covers, with her shirt and pants unbuttoned. I had a feeling she’d been masturbating.

Pam pulled into the parking lot of the local costume shop. Thank goodness her friend Melissa emailed her the address since Pam had forgotten her costume at home in her rush to make it to the airport this morning. It had been a long frustrating day and now she would have to get a new outfit for Melissa’s Halloween party. Fortunately she had made it through the L.A. traffic and was now only a few minutes away from her friend’s house.

Pam missed her since Melissa had moved to California after college. They were closer than sisters and had even experimented with their bisexual sides with each other. They shared everything; clothes, shoes, even men. Just the thought of some of their past exploits was causing Pam’s pussy to tingle.

Pam left her suit coat in the car and walked to the entrance of the store. Her cream colored blouse, pinstripe skirt, which stopped just above her knee and sheer nude hose, was typical of her daily business attire. She stood 5′-8″ tall but in her open toed leather pumps she was just an inch shy of six feet. She had long legs and a trim muscular body thanks to many hours in the gym weight lifting and aerobics training. She even trained in martial arts because being a 30 year old single woman living alone in New York City, she had to protect herself. More than one mugger has gone to the hospital after receiving a substantial beating from her. Pam’s 38D breasts bounced proudly with each step and now that she was on her own time, her long jet black hair was down and free to sway at her waist.

The store was huge, most likely an empty grocery store that was being rented out just for the month. She could see several employees in costume but not that many customers. As Pam browsed the adult women’s costumes, a young woman in a pirate outfit approached. Here name tag read: Dana.

“Can I help you find something?” she asked.

Pam was speechless. Dana was gorgeous with her long wavy blond hair, perky C cup breasts and firm hose clad legs all decked out in her buccaneer garb. The tingling in Pam’s pussy was growing more intense.

“Yes you can. I’m going to a party this evening and I managed to leave my costume back in New York, so I need to find something that will be over-the-top sexy. What do you suggest?” Pam asked placing her hands on her hips.

“I guess it depends on how much money you want to spend. Did you want to try and recreate the costume you left at home?”

“No, that one is a sexy NYPD cop outfit and one of a kind I put together over the years. I think I’d like to come up with something new.”

“How about a pirate outfit like this one?” Dana suggested slowly turning for Pam to see.

Pam took in every inch of the lovely sales girl, especially her firm fishnet covered legs. She had always loved pantyhose in one form or another and seeing them on another woman’s legs always turns her on. It was also apparent that Dana’s costume wasn’t a generic pre-made product. Its quality of material and personal touches gave it away. The lace lined slit that ran from the mid thigh hem line to just below her narrow waist was quite revealing. It helped show off Dana’s beautiful legs.

“You look very sexy in that outfit but everyone does a pirate now. And I’m so over the whole vampire thing it’s not funny. No…I want something new, something original, something that will drive the guys and girls crazy,” Pam locked eyes with Dana then softened her tone, “Do you have something like that?”

When Dana first saw Pam enter the store she thought, ‘Oh great, another rich bitch here to talk down to me when I try to help them find a costume to release her “inner slut”.’ But this wasn’t the case, at least not the talking down to part. She found herself strangely attracted to the tall brunette.

“Well, I have a few designs I’ve worked up for class you might like, but we’ll have to piece them together here,” Dana said unable to tear her gaze from Pam’s dark eyes.

“OK, show me what you’ve got.”

Dana smiled and led Pam to where the dressing rooms were set up.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” Dana said then disappeared into the back.

Moments later she returned with a cloth covered folder. She opened it and flipped through the pages slowly, allowing Pam to consider her choices.

“Wow…you have a lot of good ones in here,” Pam commented; impressed with her work, “Which one do you like?”

Dana flipped past a few more then pointed to one on the last page.

“I like it! Do you have all the items here?” Pam asked.

“I think so. The body we can get in the dance area over there. The boots are in the shoe section and the hosiery will be in the lingerie section,” Dana said excitedly, “Are you going straight to the party from here?”

“Yes…it starts in about an hour or so.”

“I can do the make up here then.”

“Let’s get started,” Pam said feeling like she was back in college again.

It didn’t take long for the women to collect the items they needed and take them to one of the Altındağ Escort dressing rooms. Pam stepped into the five by five box and placed the costume parts on the bench in the make shift changing room then sat down on a chair in the corner. Dana was about to close the door to give Pam some privacy when Pam stood suddenly and stopped her.

“Aren’t you going to help me with this?” Pam asked.

“Uuuhhh…yeah…I can, if you want me to,” Dana replied.

“It’s your design, and I want to get it right,” Pam stated with a big smile, taking Dana by the hand and pulling her in the room.

As the door closed the women found themselves standing with their breast touching ever so slightly. A shiver ran through Dana that even Pam could feel, making her nipples hard as marbles. Pam finally took a step back to relieve the tension they were both feeling at that moment.

“Where should we start?” Pam asked scanning all the items they had collected.

Dana took a deep breath then exhaled as if to clear her mind, “You should pick out the things you think would look good together then we can accessorize around them. Start with the leotard and work your way down.”

Pam hung the four choices on the wall mounted hooks. She studied them closely then picked a black, high neck, long sleeve spandex leotard with high cut hips, tear drop open back and a metallic sheen. She then turned her attention to the hosiery. She thumbed through different colors and styles, settling on a pair of black Lurex fence nets. Last but not least the shoes, or in this case, boots. There wasn’t much of a choice since Pam had already decided on a pair of black stretch Lycra boots that came up to her mid thigh with a 2″ clear platform sole and 6″ heels. Pam turned to Dana to see what she thought, but Dana had a concerned look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” Pam asked, “Don’t you like my choices?”

Dana looked at them then said, “They’re fine but we need some color.”

She went to the pile of hosiery packages sitting on the bench and picked up several of the colored tights and pantyhose. She held them up; one by one, against the leotard with the fence nets next to them in her other hand. She narrowed it down to two; a pair of blood red opaque tights or royal blue opaque tights.

“I think one of these might do,” Dana stated, looking back at Pam, “What do you think?”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at Dana,” she replied.

“You need some color to make this costume really pop. So if you wear a pair of the colored tights under the nets, it will give us a second shade to accessorize with.”

Pam never considered wearing layers of hose; it was enticing to say the least, but the opaque tights weren’t her style. She grabbed a pair of sheer neon electric blue pantyhose and held them up next to Dana’s choices.

“I like these better,” Pam said excitedly.

Dana agreed and they both smiled at what was turning out to be a very erotic costume.

Pam looked at her watch and stepped out of her heels, “I’d better try this on before we go any farther.”

Pam and Dana were now at the same eye level; the heels of Dana’s boots making up the difference. Pam began to unbutton her blouse then turned her back on Dana.

“Be a dear and unzip me would you?” Pam asked with a flirty tone to her voice.

Dana wasn’t sure how to react to that. She was watching another woman, a total stranger, undressing in front of her and it was turning her on. Dana stepped closer and with trembling hands, lowered the zipper on Pam’s skirt. When it fell to the floor, Pam turned back around and removed her blouse; her large tits straining against her lacy bra. Dana let out an audible gasp when she saw Pam’s bald pussy through the ultra sheer nude hose she wore.

“What’s the matter?” Pam asked knowing full well that she was trying to get a reaction out of Dana.

“You don’t wear panties under your nylons?”

“Only when I have to,” Pam said running her hands down her thighs and back up over her wet sex, “Do you like these? They’re so shiny and sheer.”

“They are very sheer. Your legs look like they’re covered in baby oil.”

“You can feel them if you like. They’re very soft too,” Pam added lifting her leg to the stunned girl.

She could tell Dana was nervous but she hadn’t left, so she might be willing to go further, or so Pam hoped. Dana’s right hand gently touched Pam’s leg and slowly moved over her warm nylon encased flesh. The silkiness of the pantyhose was intoxicating and Dana brought her other hand up to feel more. A sly smile spread across Pam’s lips as she knew she had ensnared the young woman into her web of lust. Then as if nothing was happening, Pam dropped her foot back to the floor and lowered her pantyhose to her knees before sitting in the chair once more. After removing her current pair of nylons, she opened the package containing the neon blue pantyhose and stretched them out. Dana stood before her like she was Escort Altındağ made of stone. Watching this uninhibited woman undressing made her heart race and her pussy moisten. She never would have considered herself gay or even bisexual, though she liked seeing women naked. But now Dana was confronted with feelings and urges she had never experienced.

“Mmmmm…I like this color,” Pam said, pulling the new hose up her leg and pointing her toes at Dana, “And these are nice and soft too!”

The words brought Dana back from her dazed state. She looked at the brightly colored nylons as Pam pulled them over her knee. She repeated the process on her other leg then reached for her purse. She removed a small pair of scissors and proceeded to cut a straight line up the center of the cotton gusset, making sure to stay inside the reinforced seam. Pam placed the scissors on the bench and noticed Dana with a confused look on her face.

“Why ‘d you do that?”

“I’ll show you in a moment,” she replied standing to finish pulling up the pantyhose.

She adjusted the waist band then sat down again to open the package of fence nets. Pam expertly pulled them on over the first pair of hose and stood once more. The shimmering Lurex over the neon blue was striking. She picked up the scissors again and this time cut the center strand of the nets leaving the cotton panel unobstructed. When she sat down she positioned her ass at the edge of the chair and spread her legs wide then leaned against the back. The slit in the crotch panel opened, exposing her throbbing clit and wet lips. Pam placed the middle finger of her right hand into her creamy valley and drew it up to her sensitive love button.

“Now do you understand,” she asked Dana who was staring at her with her jaw gaping, “Easy access without having to remove any clothes.”

“I…I do…it makes total sense,” Dana stammered at the sight displayed before her.

Pam sat forward and asked Dana to hand her the black leotard. The girl complied. Pam opened the neck and put her legs through the openings. She was about to pull it up when Dana stopped her.

“Wait…You’re gonna want to take that off,” she said, pointing at Pam’s bra, “It won’t look good under the skin tight material.”

Pam chuckled, “You’re right,” then unfastened the skimpy under garment.

Her full breasts swung free and she massaged them briefly before putting her arms in the leotard and closing the Velcro of the mock turtle neck. To camouflage the dual waist bands of her hose Pam wrapped a broad stretchy metallic blue belt around her middle then put on a pair of silver opera gloves.

“Wow! You look even better than I imagined,” Dana exclaimed at the overwhelmingly erotic woman standing before her.

She placed her hands on Pam’s narrow waist and slowly moved them up the shimmering material of the leotard until they met Pam’s large tits. Dana didn’t know what was making her do this but it felt right. She was trembling again but this time it wasn’t from nervous tension. She was excited beyond measure; her pussy was on fire and she felt light headed. Pam leaned forward and pressed her lips against Dana’s. Their first kiss was electric, causing both women to shudder with elicit desire. Pam’s arms went around Dana to pull her close. She snaked her tongue into Dana’s mouth as their breasts smashed together. Their tongues dueled and their hands roamed, all the while they maintained the lustful kiss. Pam slowly turned and Dana followed. When Dana was in front of the chair, Pam urged her to sit then knelt on the floor between her legs.

“Do you want me to stop?” Pam asked while looking deep into Dana’s eyes.

“No…No don’t stop,” she gasped as if short of breath.

Pam smiled, placing her hands on Dana’s knees. She kissed her again then pushed her skirt up to her waist. Dana was wearing a pair of black briefs over her fishnets that Pam quickly removed. A tuft of blond pubic hair stuck through the fine mesh of her hose. It was from a narrow strip at the top of her pussy which was otherwise shaved clean.

“Well what have we here?” Pam said with surprise in her voice, “It looks like I’m not the only one who doesn’t wear panties under her pantyhose!”

Dana blushed, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. Pam reached for her scissors and made a vertical opening in her fishnets, then dropped them to the floor. She lightly kissed Dana’s puffy pussy lips before running her tongue over her erect clit. Dana stiffened as a pleasurable charge shot through her loins.

Pam savored the taste of the young woman’s dripping sex. It had been a long time since she tasted another woman’s juices. In fact it was two years ago when Melissa had visited during the Christmas holidays. She remembered how hot Melissa looked in that tiny little cocktail dress, strappy high heeled sandals and those absolutely sexy seamless pantyhose. Pam knew when she saw Melissa in those hose that they would wind up in bed together, Altındağ Escort Bayan which they did.

“Oh…Don’t stop!” Dana whispered.

Pam realized she had been day dreaming for a moment and went back to lapping at Dana’s pussy. She flattened her tongue and pressed it into Dana’s moist cleft, scooping up more of her sweet nectar. When Pam returned to her clit she sucked it into her mouth and fluttered her tongue lightly over it. Dana squirmed in the chair as Pam continued to pleasure her like no one ever had done in her relatively short sexual past. It was all she could do to keep from screaming as her building orgasm rushed toward her. Pam unfastened the snaps of her leotard then plunged two fingers into her own pussy. She groaned into Dana’s frothing furrow, increasing her oral attack. Both women were drawing near a mutual explosion when Pam pulled back. Dana was gasping for breath, teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss as Pam stood and pulled her from the chair.

“Why ‘d you stop?” she asked, frustration filling her voice.

Pam swept the packages of pantyhose and tights from the bench with her arm then said, “Lay down.”

Dana did as she was ordered and moments later was staring into Pam’s wet pussy. Pam stabbed her tongue back into Dana’s flooded womanhood, resuming her aggressive oral assault. Dana was captivated by the view of Pam’s dripping sex framed by the sheer blue hose and glistening fence nets. Her hands caressed Pam’s firm ass and moved down to her hips and back again. The silky nylon added to the erotic sensations she was receiving. Pam lowered her pussy toward Dana’s mouth, hoping she would reciprocate her actions. She didn’t have to wait long, feeling Dana’s tongue brush her aching clit.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Pam moaned.

Dana had never tasted another woman’s juices but now that she had, she wanted more. She licked up and down Pam’s dewy folds, trying to get every drop of her honey. Pam ground her pussy into Dana as she thrust her hips up into Pam. They were racing head long to a climax they both had been working on vigorously. They moaned and grunted attempting to keep their lustful cries from being heard by anyone else in the store. Pam crossed the finish line first and clamped down on Dana’s clit, sucking hard on it as her orgasm crashed into her. Dana exploded in Pam’s mouth. She stuck her tongue deep into the older woman’s clenching pussy as both bucked wildly. Their orgasms raged yet neither woman cried out.

It took several minutes for them to recover from the overwhelming pleasure they had just experienced. They both had tremors running through their bodies as they gently caressed each other in the warm afterglow. Pam final climbed off Dana and knelt beside her on the floor. She kissed her softly on the lips and licked the remnants of her own cum from Dana’s face. Dana was in shock at what had just transpired. Her mind was still trying to make sense of the emotions flooding through her.

“You were wonderful,” Pam said still kissing and licking Dana’s lips, “but we should get finished with this costume before it gets too late.”

Dana wanted more but she knew Pam was right. It wouldn’t be long before she would be missed on the floor.

“If we must,” she sighed.

Pam helped her to a sitting position then kissed her deeply before standing and fastening the snaps at her crotch. Dana and Pam immerged from the dressing room and went to a makeup station that was set up to help customers with the application of fake blood, phony scars and other such needs. Dana brushed Pam’s long silky hair and placed it in a tight braid with silver cording intertwined in her black tresses. She applied a silver tinted foundation then blue and silver eye shadow blended out to just short of Pam’s temples and added long false eyelashes with a sparkling glitter on each lash. Dana highlighted her cheeks with a blue blush and finished with blue lip stick and a silver lip liner. Pam put on large silver hoop ear rings and a pair of black studded leather bracelets to finish the look. She stood and admired her new appearance in the full length mirror by the table. No longer Pam the business executive, now she was Pam the Fem-bot or more accurately The Futuristic-Sex-Machine ready for action. Dana had Pam pose for a few pictures then helped her collect her things.

Dana placed Pam’s clothes neatly into a bag and handed it to her as they walked to the front of the store. Pam got several compliments before they reached the registers. A young man dressed as Superman gave Pam a long look as she approached. His eyes traveled up her thigh high Lycra boots and glossy hose covered legs, over the metallic leotard and silver gloves to her dramatic make up and long black braided hair. Pam smiled as she saw his gaze return to her shimmering legs.

“John…JOHN! Stop staring and ring her up,” Dana said snapping ‘Superman’ out of his trance.

“Oh…Sorry. That’s an awesome costume.”

“Dana’s the one who created it. And you’re right, it is awesome,” Pam replied.

The total for Pam’s costume was over $200 for the individual pieces plus another $50 for the makeup and application, but it was worth every penny. As John was processing the transaction, Pam wrote Melissa’s address on the back of one of her business cards and gave it to Dana.

Sandra walked slowly out to her car, apprehensive about the upcoming evening. She had agreed to take on a client of Julia’s so she could have a date with her boyfriend. As tight as Eddie was with the girls it was rare when any of them could wrangle a night off, so the others were usually glad to cover. In this case however, after Julia explained what Sandra needed to do, she just wasn’t sure.

“Tell me again what it is I need to do for this guy,” Sandra said.

“Harold, his name is Harold.”

“Okay, Harold, what is the big deal?”

“If you don’t remember his name he won’t come in and I’ll be out one of my best customers. Now you need to call him Harold when you answer the door.”

“But it says here that his name is Andrew Hanson,” Sandra said, a bit confused.

“Come on Sandra, stay with me. I don’t care what his real name is, when he comes to the door you have to call him Harold, otherwise he will leave.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll call him Harold, but what is it I got to do?”

“It’s all very simple, you get a bunch of balloons, blow them up and attach them to your bra and panties, like in the picture here,” Julia showed her a picture of the balloon costume.

“How do you fasten them?”

“A safety pin through the bit of the nozzle that is past the knot in the balloon, like this,” she said blowing up a balloon, tying the end and pushing a safety pin through the loose end. “See, you can pin it to your clothes without popping it.”

“And just what exactly is the point of all this?”

“The guy is harmless, he just has an odd fetish. You’ll hold the balloons as he one by one pops them. When the ones pinned to your bra are all gone, you remove the bra, same thing with your panties.”

“And then what do I do to him?”

“Nothing, that’s the beauty of it all. He just watches, getting excited to a point where, well you’ll see. But he doesn’t want to fuck you, suck you or even touch you, he just wants to watch.”

“And for this little circus…”

“He will pay five hundred plus tip”

“Five hundred? For just watching?” Sandra asked.

“Plus tip.”

“So Ayaş Escort all I do is walk out and let him pop the balloons.”

“Okay, but you owe me one.”

“Yes, yes, thank you Sandra.”

So now Sandra had to run into the local drug store, buy a pack of balloons, blow them up and then ride in Eddie’s car to some hotel near where this guy lives. Of course the five hundred will help, even after Eddie’s cut.

Climbing into the car she said, “Okay Eddie, I got to get some balloons.”

Eddie pulled away and drove her to the drug store to get the balloons and then took her to the hotel. “Now, Frankie’s behind the front desk, just tell him room two twelve. You then get the key and walk up the stairs. Once in the room you blow up the balloons and wait for Harold. Got it?”

“Yeah Eddie, Julia filled me in.”

“Don’t blow it, this guy’s been good money for a long time.”

“He doesn’t get tired of the balloons?”

“No, they just pop and he gets excited, each time, every time.”

Sandra climbed out of the car, picked up the key from Frankie and walked up the stairs to the room. Once inside she began blowing up the balloons. It took her about thirty minutes but she finally had about as many balloons as she needed. She pulled off her clothes except for her bra and panties. Between pinning the balloons to her bra and panties and pinning one balloon to another she had about twenty balloons running from on outstretched hand to the other and then down around her panties.

She had to kind of half sit and half lean against the bed as she waited for him. Fortunately after only about ten minutes of waiting she heard a knock on the door. “Is that you Harold?” she called out.

“Yes it is Harold,” he replied nervously.

“Come in Harold,” she said, carefully standing up.

A heavyset balding man stepped in the door, looked at Sandra and then turned to leave. Sandra quickly said, “Harold, come back in here.”

He paused, looking at her and then at the door. He said, “But you’re not…”

“Julia couldn’t come today, but she told me about what you wanted. Escort Ayaş See I have the balloons.”

“But it’s not the same.”

“But that’s good Harold, it’s even a bigger surprise. You pop the balloons and you see my boobies, and my…”

“But she always…”

“I know Harold. When the balloons pop I take off my bra and panties. You can look at me all you want.”

“But…”

“Come on in Harold, here watch,” she said, grabbing a safety pin and popping one of the balloons herself. Startled at the noise she squealed, “Eek!” as it popped.

Harold closed the door and came in asking, “Did you just squeal?”

Sandra nodded.

He looked over the room, glancing behind the bed and looking behind the curtains. He then walked back and pulled out an huge pin, reaching over an popping another balloon. Once again Sandra jumped and squealed at bit.

“Oh joy,” Harold muttered, sticking the pin in another balloon.

This time Sandra didn’t squeal, but she jumped visibly. She watched again as he moved closer pointing the pin at one balloon near her breast, but then at the last second popped one she was holding with her hand. Once again she squealed.

No matter how he went to the balloon and how he popped it, Sandra couldn’t help but react to the pop. Finally after he popped the last balloon attached to her bra she slipped it off, noticing how hard her nipples were. Damn, she was getting turned on.

As the balloons continued to pop she could see more and more of her panties. Looking closely she could see a growing wet spot in those panties as he popped another balloon, “Eek,” she squealed once again. Looking over at Harold she could see the bulge in his pants and was hoping he might fuck her when he finished, but as he popped the last balloon and she jumped once again, she saw a dark stain in his pants quickly appear and grow. Looking down at her panties as she prepared to pull them off she saw her wet spot was almost as large as Harold’s.

After pulling her panties off she said, “Harold, you don’t mind if I ah, touch myself.”

“Oh no, I’ll watch.”

She Ayaş Escort Bayan reached down, pushed her fingers into her pussy, wetting them before moving up to her clit. While Harold watched she moved her fingers quickly over her clit and quickly felt herself getting closer and closer to coming, when suddenly she spotted one last un-popped balloon that must have drifted away from her.

“Harold, that balloon, pop it, please pop it.”

He walked over to the balloon, pulled out his pin and then looked up at Sandra as he popped it. She squealed loudly as she came, her pussy suddenly engulfed in the pleasure, her insides twitching again and again. She settled onto the bed and Harold walked over and sat next to her.

“That was fun, I’d like to do it again someday,” Harold said.

“Wow Harold, you really know how to treat a woman.”

Smiling he said, “My name’s not really Harold, it’s Andrew.”

Holding out her hand she said, “Well my name is Sandra.” She held her hand out for several moments before he slowly reached out his hand and shook hers. “I’m pleased to meet you Andrew.”

Slowly pulling his hand away, he looked at it and then looked bake at Sandra, saying “I am pleased to meet you Sandra. I need to clean up my pants.”

She grabbed her clothes and as she wall pulling them on she said, “I need to be leaving.”

“Oh yes, the money.” He went to his wallet and counted out five one hundred dollar bills. Pausing he said, “That is for Eddie and now for you.” He counted another five hundred dollar bills.

“But Harold it’s only one five hundred.”

“I know and then I want you to have the other five hundred for a tip.”

“Oh thank you Harold,” she said, grabbing his face and kissing him on the lips.

Harold backed away, touching his face in astonishment. He then smiled and looked over to Sandra again. “Goodbye Sandra, I can’t wait until we do this again.”

Sandra stood up and backed to the door, waving to him before stepping out into the hall and heading down the stairs. She handed Frankie her key and said Harold was still up there. Frankie nodded and tossed the key into a slot. Sandra then walked out of the hotel and saw Eddie’s car not far away. Before heading to the car she looked back at the hotel, spotting Harold, ah, Andrew in the second floor window waving to her. She waved back and then headed to Eddie’s car.

“I’ll let you see me pee,” said Marcy with a twinkle in her grey-green eyes, “under one condition.” The old guy had told her his fantasy, but she wasn’t about to make it too easy for him.

“Harrumph!” snorted Gerald, who didn’t like conditions. “What do you propose?”

“I hereby challenge you to a pissing contest.”

“You’re on!” said Gerald with a grin. He was relieved that that was all she was asking. Too many women got demanding, and it grated on his nerves; that was the reason he had never married. Marcy seemed different, though. That was why, out of his vast assortment of female friends and occasional lovers, he had chosen Marcy to bring to this place. That was why he and Marcy were sharing a cabin in this sylvan paradise.

Marcy and Gerald were an odd couple. They had met on a recent birding expedition and were instantly drawn to each other. A retired museum director and a senior member of the local birding society, Gerald Nash was a man of prodigious appetites, a heavyset yet handsome man whose youthful vigor belied his 75 years. A lonely librarian in her late thirties, mousy little Marcy Tate had signed up on a lark (if you’ll pardon the pun) and was hooked. The fresh mountain air put a spring in her step, and the warm summer sun imparted highlights to her dishwater-blonde hair. Gerald had noticed the transformation and praised her pulchritude, and she had succumbed to his charm. From then on, they were frequently seen in each other’s company, which caused many tongues to wag in their small community. Gerald and Marcy cared not one bit.

Now they were hiking together in the woods near the cabin Gerald had rented for the two of them, and Gerald was marveling at Marcy’s intriguing proposition. A pissing contest! A chance to see this lovely young woman’s glorious golden stream! To Gerald, Marcy was a dream come true, and this was a fantasy he couldn’t wait to see realized.

For Marcy’s part, she thought this could be fun. Never before excited by the prospect of pee games, and frankly a bit shy about her excretions, Marcy nonetheless welcomed the chance to provide Gerald with something he craved. This erudite hedonist had brought much joy into her life, and she was determined to return the favor to the best of her ability.

They agreed on some ground rules. Because of the gender difference and the fact that Marcy was inexperienced at urinating from a standing position, she would get a handicap of one foot. They marked their starting positions with tent stakes (an avid outdoorsman, Gerald always kept his camping Escort Ankara gear in the trunk of his car). The target was a particular tree, and the person who came the closest to marking it would be declared the winner. They had the entire next day to prepare, which involved filling up on appropriate fluids. Finally, the loser would have to satisfy a fantasy of the victor’s choosing. In the event of a tie, each party would have to satisfy a fantasy of the other’s choosing.

Marcy and Gerald spent the whole of the next day preparing for the contest. Each time she had to pee, Marcy practiced urinating from a standing position, which became easier for her the more she did it. Although Gerald and Marcy remained cordial, neither could resist making occasional snide comments about the other’s chances (or, more appropriately, lack thereof) of winning. Each was excited, eagerly anticipating the next day’s proceedings.

One never can tell what a little rivalry might inspire. That night, despite their competitive natures — or perhaps because of them — Marcy and Gerald enjoyed some of the most impassioned lovemaking they had ever experienced. In the warmth of afterglow, they fell asleep, Marcy cradled in Gerald’s arms.

The next morning, they awoke to the sound of birds, and Marcy opened the window shade to let in the sunlight. Gerald pointed out a red-winged blackbird, much to Marcy’s delight, and they watched it while kissing and snuggling like high-school sweethearts. After a small but satisfying breakfast, Gerald smiled wickedly at Marcy and proclaimed, “Let the games begin!”

Still nude (both avid naturists, they seldom bothered to put on clothes when in or near the cabin) Gerald and Marcy took their respective places. “You go first, Gerry,” said Marcy, smiling sweetly.

Gerald took hold of his cock, cleared his throat for dramatic effect, and aimed carefully. His urine stream arced upward, sparkling in the sunlight, and landed about a foot shy of the tree. With Marcy’s approval, he marked the spot with a tent stake.

“Not bad,” Marcy admitted, “but now it’s my turn, and I’ll show you how it’s done.” With that, she thrust her pelvis forward, held her labia apart, and concentrated. Her glistening stream soon burst forth, arcing upward like Gerald’s, and splashed against the tent stake Gerald had just planted.

“Pretty impressive,” said Gerald, “and a tie it is! You recall our agreement?”

Marcy nodded.

“Good,” said Gerald. “Now, ladies first. What’s your fantasy?”

Marcy Ankara Escort Bayan thought for a moment. “I’d like for you to tie me up. I want you to pleasure me until I can’t stand any more. And your fantasy, love?” As if she didn’t know.

Gerald didn’t hesitate. “I’d like for us to pee on each other.”

“O.K., fair enough,” said Marcy, smiling shyly. “I suggest that we fulfill your fantasy first, shower off, and then fulfill mine.”

“Deal,” said Gerald. He took Marcy’s hand and led her back inside the cabin and over to its oversized tub. “Ladies first,” he insisted as he slowly lowered his body into the empty tub. As Gerald lay on his back, he beckoned to Marcy, directing her to straddle him. She did so, positioning herself so that her pussy was just grazing his cock. “Now do it,” he whispered hoarsely. “Pee on me.”

It took a while, as Marcy was not used to peeing upon demand, but soon a trickle emerged, then a stream. Gerald sighed with delight as he felt her urine tickle his cock. “You’re marking me, darling. I’m yours.” His words gave Marcy a thrill. She enjoyed the sensation of being in control, being able to stop or start the flow, but she enjoyed Gerald’s pleasure most of all.

After Marcy’s stream was spent, she smiled, leaned forward, and gave Gerald a long and loving kiss. “Your turn, love,” she said, standing up to let him get out from under her.

Marcy helped Gerald to his feet. “Lie down, Marcy,” commanded Gerald, and she complied. He stood above her and aimed his cock at her pussy. As the first drop hit her twat, Marcy tensed, then relaxed as she felt the impact of Gerald’s full stream rain down upon her. “He’s marking me”, she thought, “and showing me I’m his.” The thought of this turned her on. “I’m yours, Gerry,” she murmured, “all yours.”

When Gerald had finished, he helped Marcy to her feet, and they shared a lingering kiss before showering off. In the shower, they took turns washing each other, allowing their hands to remain in each other’s erogenous zones considerably longer than the need for cleanliness would justify. In fact, that shower was not doing anything to purify their minds.

After the shower, Gerald dried off quickly and left Marcy to fix her hair. When she emerged from the bathroom, Gerald tied a silk scarf over her eyes and led her to the bed. “Your turn, little one,” he said huskily.

Marcy’s heart beat rapidly with anticipation as she felt her wrists being bound with another silk handkerchief. Spreading Marcy’s legs apart, Gerald employed Ankara Escort two more silk handkerchiefs to bind each of her ankles to a bedpost. “Now, my dear, you are completely helpless and at my mercy!” said Gerald. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Your safe word is ‘uncle’. It’s an old one and easy to remember. Use it only if you don’t wish to continue.” Marcy nodded in understanding.

Gerald was thoroughly enjoying himself. Here was a beautiful young woman completely at his mercy. “I’ll start at the top,” he thought, and he blew gently into Marcy’s ear, causing her to shudder and gasp. He stuck the tip of his tongue into her ear and swirled it about, then sucked on her earlobe. Hearing her little sounds of approval, he attended to her other ear in a similar fashion as he slid both hands down to cup her breasts.

Marcy moaned as Gerald took one nipple in his mouth. As he suckled her nipple, he toyed with the other one, rolling it between his fingers. Marcy felt quite clearly the tug on that invisible string connecting her tits and her pussy, and she arched her pelvis upward.

Gerald dipped a finger into Marcy’s dripping cunt, delighting in her arousal, and raised it to his lips to taste her juices. Her nectar was that of a goddess, he thought. Slowly he kissed his way down her belly, stopping just before he reached her pussy. “Oh, don’t stop!” cried Marcy. “Please don’t stop!”

Ignoring her twat, Gerald began kissing Marcy’s inner thighs. She squirmed and strained upward, trying in vain to push her pussy into his face. “Now, now, Marcy,” teased Gerald. “Only a good little girl will get what she wants. Are you my good little girl?”

“Yes,” whispered Marcy.

“Then stop struggling.”

“Yes, sir,” Marcy said meekly.

“That’s better.” He resumed kissing her thighs, nipping at them gently and licking upward. He teased her in this way for a couple of minutes, then plunged his tongue deep into her honey pot. Marcy came instantly, flooding Gerald’s eager mouth with her juices.

By this time, Gerald was fully erect and wanted Marcy so badly. He straddled Marcy, slipped a condom onto his stiff cock, and — with a single thrust — buried himself to the hilt in her drenched pussy. “Yes, Gerry,” Marcy whispered. He fucked her slowly, gradually increasing his tempo. “Oh, yes, Gerry!” Marcy cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Gerry! Yes! YES!!! YEESSSS!!! AAAHHH!!!”

As he heard Marcy coming and felt her cunt squeezing and milking his cock, Gerald could hold back no longer. “Oh, Marcy! Yes! YES!!!AARRGGGHHHH!!!” He rolled off of Marcy, removed her blindfold, and lay next to her, holding her trembling and still-bound body as they basked in the afterglow. “I love you, Marcy.”

Marcy looked at him and smiled. “I love you, too, Gerry. We should do this again sometime.”

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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Please see the prior stories describing Gloria’s previous series of genetic transformations into an extremely voluptuous, totally uninhibited, and breathtakingly gorgeous blonde, who develops a hypersexuality condition encompassing a hyper sex drive and many perverse and very powerful sexual impulses, including size and black male fetishisms, exhibitionism, masochism, and submissiveness. Her body was changed dramatically: Her facial lips were enhanced. Her derriere was reshaped into a bubble butt, and her booty and tits expanded to huge, mindblowing proportions. Her shrunken waist gives her a stunning 81-21-71 figure. Her 36Z cup boobs sag only imperceptibly, yet are soft and resilient, and lactate two liters of milk an hour. Her central milk ducts were made very deep and highly expandable, and her nipples, very elastic.

Her white cream starts flowing at the slightest arousal and becomes voluminous during sex. New erogenous zones were created inside her mouth and throat, main milk ducts, her entire vulva and vagina, colon, and all the skin on her boobs, and the sensitivity of all her erogenous zones made acute. Her abdominal, stomach, and colon tissues were made weak and highly elastic, making possible huge expansions of her belly. She becomes the sex slave of sixteen brothers to try to satisfy her uncontrollable and overwhelming sexual desires.

Gloria Reluctantly Submits to More Changes

Gloria takes a call from her genetic scientist, physician, and ex-boyfriend. She knows why he is using Facetime, so she holds her cell phone’s camera so he can view her cleavage as they talk.

“Wow, Pussycat! You’re looking fantastic, as always! I’d like to use some of my most recent genetic research to make more changes to you that men will like. Let me explain what I can do, and you can decide how you want to proceed.”

“First your vagina. I can make the tissues of your vagina even softer and more elastic and pliable. And I want to shrink your vagina’s inside diameter from the normal, unstretched 2.6 cm to nothing. You will feel softer and fit all sizes of cocks like a glove. And I want to give you additional Bartholin’s glands to secrete cream inside your vagina along its entire length. I’ll make the cream production inside your vagina 2 liters an hour, when you are highly aroused. I’ll reduce the flow you have now outside your vaginal entrance, since you will no longer need as much there.”

“And I have this great idea to add a circular muscle around your introitus, your vaginal entrance, to make it tight enough to hold fluids, your cream and men’s semen. You will feel much tighter to men, but really thick cocks will cause you more pain and you will be sorer. So the marvelous part is that your cream will accumulate, making your vagina unbelievably creamy, and producing a bulge in your abdomen until you start losing cream through coitus. I think men will love your bulge and how extra creamy you will be.”

“Now your colon. A lot of the discomfort and pain from long anal insertions is due to curvatures of the sigmoid colon beginning less than five inches from the anus. I now know how to alter your lower colon to make it straight for 12 inches. That will make you much more accommodating for long cocks and feel much better to men. And anal sex will feel better for you too. You have had no problems since I reduced the inside diameter of your lower colon by half, so now I want to shrink its non-stretched inside diameter to zero, to make your colon feel even better. And I can make its tissue even more softer and elastic.”

“But more importantly, I want to make your descending colon secrete a lubricating cream just like your vagina. Upon arousal, your ass will produce a liter of cream an hour. This will make anal sex with you out-of-this-world pleasurable for men. Of course, the cream will be held inside you by your sphincter and will add to the bulge from your vaginal cream. The size of your bulge will depend on your level of arousal, how much cream you are losing due to sex, and how often your boyfriends allow you to expel it. So you will have a bulge that will show men how much cream you have inside you for them and how ready you are to be used. That will be so exciting to see! And when your belly is expanded by other means, your cream will make you continuously grow as long as you are aroused. Men will enjoy that too.”

“Oh, a few more things. It’s only a matter of time until your boyfriends start using your urethra, and I’m afraid their oversized penises will give you chronic incontinence. So I want to make your urethra, bladder, and the surrounding tissue stronger and highly elastic. And I want your labia minora and majora to expand greatly when you are aroused. Your labia majora will puff out at least 3 cm and completely fill the gap between your legs, making it impossible for you bring your legs close together when aroused. You’ll look like women Çubuk Escort who vacuum pump their labia, only yours will be real. And your labia minora should extent out two cm past your majora. Your vulva is going to look fantastic when you are aroused! And one last thing – I want to make your body much more limber, so when you arch your back, you can really stick that great ass of yours far out. And men will be able to put you into very unusual sexual positions.”

“You are incredibly sexy now, but these latest changes will make you even more desirable. They will be the last wonders, together with your nymphomania, the fantastic size and shape of your breasts, nipples, and derrière, your enlarged and expandable milk ducts, your enlarged and more sensitive erogenous zones, your extreme submissiveness, and your voluminous vaginal secretions and milk, to make you a virtual sex goddess!”

“Wow, you’ve become so passionate! Hee Hee I think I’m a good influence on my cool scientist.”

“I’ve always been passionate about you. You know how much I still adore and admire you! So, Pussycat, what do you think?”

“Well, the huge enemas my bros give me make me so uncomfortable, and holding my cream will make it worse. And I really won’t like being bloated whenever I get aroused, which is a lot, and dealing with more cream. And men seeing me bloated without knowing the cause will think me fat. But I do love pleasing my masters, and I’m sure they will enjoy seeing my tummy bulging out with cream in my pussy and ass and feeling my swollen labia. And they will love the creamy analcourse, an even creamier pussy, and how much better I will feel to them. So I agree to it all. But let’s keep it a secret about the lessening of my anal pain, to keep my more sadistic masters happy.”

“You were right about me becoming more and more submissive. I have this constant, overwhelming desire to please my masters! There is not much I wouldn’t reluctantly do for them. My protesting is to show them I don’t want to do something, so they will appreciate me more. And I know they enjoy it more when they force me, and I give in. So tell me, could you make any other changes to me that my masters would enjoy? Perhaps something you didn’t mention because you thought I would hate it?”

“I can’t think of anything more at this time. But the augmentation I did to your facial lips could be progressed. If your lips are more luscious, think how much better your blowjobs and kissing and fucking your mouth would be!”

“That would detract from my beauty, but I’m sure it will please them, so go ahead. And there’s something I need to ask you to do that my bros are demanding. They want my nipples and areola to be like those of Dolly, a BalloonDoll animated model!”

She sighs and momentarily aims her cellphone so he can see her rolling eyes. “I’ll send you an image of Dolly’s boobs. My areola must be five inches across and bulge out an inch.” She lifts a tit out of her bra and puts a gap between her thumb and forefinger on her areola so they both can visualize what she is describing.

“And my nipples must be an inch and a half thick and an inch long. Most horridly, they want each nipple hole to have a very large, rounded entrance, with lots of folds, just like Dolly’s. So I’ll have to live with bulging areolas and even bigger nipples with huge fuck holes that will look awful! I wanted to say no, but just couldn’t, so can you help me give my perverts what they want?”

“Yes. And I’ll also make the tissues of your central milk ducts softer to make them feel better for men. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you can still squirt streams of milk. The unstretched milk ducts will be small leading into the entrance.”

“Okay, they will enjoy that, I’m sure! When do you want to begin your sessions with me to pay for all your work on your ex?”

“I’d like to wait until the treatments are completed, so I can check on and enjoy my work and patient. I’m dying to find out how you will feel when you are smaller and tighter and have so much cream in you. Sex will be different for you too. Being penetrated when full will push cream and semen further into your body, into your uterus and up your colon. You’ll feel and hear the fluid slushing back and forth inside you during intercourse. Oh, this treatment should be finished in just a few months. And don’t forget to drink even more fluids before, during, and after sex.”

“Okay, doc!”

Her bros of course love how much better she feels when they fuck her, and they are terribly aroused whenever they see a pooch growing into a bulge in her normally flat stomach, knowing both her pussies are ready for them (They start calling her ass her second pussy). They enjoy so much seeing how much cream she is holding that they forbid her to wear clothing that hides her bulge, so she starts wearing only a bra or a revealing bikini around the mansion. The competition is fierce to see who will be next inside her when she is bloated, Çubuk Escort Bayan and Gloria relishes her increased desirability. They enjoy pushing on her pooch to make her squirt cream, and of course love how much creamier, softer, and tighter she feels when they are inside her.

And of course they are terribly excited by her new nipple holes. Her deep fuck nipple holes are so noticeable and irresistible. They love how much better the new, softer tissues of her milk ducts feel and seeing and feeling their cockheads spread apart the folds at the entrance of her nipple holes. Of course, they still enormously enjoy seeing the reactions of her gorgeous milk jugs as they fuck them, swelling and contracting as their cocks move in and out of them. They set a time limit inside her boobs before each man is forced to move on to another of her orifices and let the others enjoy her boobs.

A few sadistic bros delight in sinking their hands into the soft flesh on the back side of one of her tits and ramming hard into her. As they repeatedly squish her tit and it erotically expands back, much more than a normal nipple fuck, she squeals and groans and begs them to go easier on her. Because she is highly aroused, she has masochistic orgasms, but keeps them a secret to increase the sadists’ pleasure.

Their favorite position is for her to mount a man in reverse cowgirl while a pair of bros stand in front of her and fuck her nipples, as the others watch. Whenever the three men finish together, she gets up and parades around the men watching her. She wants to show everyone up close the gapes in her nipple holes and the long strings and globs of gooey semen mixed with milk oozing from them. She arches her back, cups her hands under her breasts, rotates her body and points them directly at the eyes of each man, relishing the wide-eyed looks of lust she gets as they peer deep into her drooling holes. She also enjoys teasing her bros verbally.

“Oh, wow, I’m so dizzy from all the orgasms; I can barely stand up! Who’s loving this more, you guys or me? Oooh, everyone, look at my right boob!” She puts her hands on both sides of her bulbous boob. “I can’t see it, but I can feel a huge, slimy blob coming out of it. Tyreek is the winner so far!”

She plays with the long strings of goo that dangle from each nipple and is able to catch many of the globs. She holds her hand above her head and lets the semen slowly ooze down onto her outstretched tongue. She closes her eyes and smiles with her hands on the undersides of her boobs as bro after bro insert fingers or a tongue into her gaping nipple holes before she is grabbed and pulled down to the mattress onto another cock. She leans back with her arms behind her to eagerly give her boobs to another team of nipple fuckers.

They love arousing her by having her suck on their cocks or just playing with her tits while allowing no one to penetrate her, to watch her bulge get bigger and bigger. She gets more and more desirous of being penetrated as she has orgasm after orgasm working on their cocks or feeling them fondle and suck on her enormous milk jugs. They make sure they can see and fondle her swollen belly as she slowly gets more bloated with time. Gloria doesn’t like being teased and made so horny, but it makes the sex more enjoyable when she finally gets it, for both her and them. When they finally can’t wait any longer, the explosions of cream when she is first penetrated is so much fun for all. Gloria was afraid the bloating from her cream would hide the bulges in her stomach produced by large cocks, that the men enjoy so much, but they do not. The cream displaced by their cocks makes her bulge grow noticeably bigger with each of their strokes, to everyone’s elation. She loves the new sensations of cream and semen sloshing around inside her as she is being fucked, so much so, that she prefers to be fucked when she is holding lots of cream.

The Transformation Party

Her masters want to share her latest body modifications with their friends, so they invite their closest homies to a party at the mansion. They are only allowed three friends each to fit the party into the available time. Their other friends will be invited to later parties.

Gloria does not greet the guests as they arrive, preferring to thrill them all at once with her spectacular body and beauty. They and her masters are all seated or standing around the indoor stage in the mansion as she mounts the stage. She wearing her black babydoll and nothing else and is her usual radiantly gorgeous self. Her breasts are constantly spraying tiny streams of milk, each engorged with 3 liters of milk, increasing her two cup sizes to make her ready for the party. She is aroused in anticipation of exhibiting herself before a crowd of men and dripping cream, but her stomach is flat to show her audience its normal state. Just before making her entrance, she dumped her colon and pussy cream in a toilet. She uses two spread apart fingers Escort Çubuk and a hand on her stomach to drain her vagina and just bears down to dump her colon. One additional benefit of her latest transformation is that she is no longer inconvenienced with enemas to prepare for anal sex. When she is aroused, which she always is when she is anticipating sex or exhibition, her cream accumulates and serves well as an enema when she bears down to expels it.

“Good evening, everyone! I am delighted to welcome the friends of my masters to my gangbang party! I hope you all are as excited as I am! So why do I want all of you to fuck me? Three reasons: 1, I’m a nymphomaniac, and I’m really hot for lots of fucking tonight and every night, 2, I am a sex slave, and my masters have ordered me to let all of you fuck me, and 3, I love brothers, and want all you handsome bros to have me without being told!” The response from her audience is deafening.

“I see some new faces in the crowd, so allow me to start by showing you my body.” She pulls her babydoll up to expose her midriff.

“My waist is only 21 inches and see, my stomach is flat.” She turns from side to side.

“Soon you will see a pooch in it that will grow bigger and bigger as the night progresses. So keep your eyes on my tummy. I’ll explain what is happening later.”

She drops her babydoll to the floor and puts her hands on the sides of her monstrous mammaries. The room fills with the men’s whistles and shouts, then goes quiet when she speaks. The men can now see each tit is producing a tiny stream of milk that squirts out a few inches.

“My funbags that you will be playing with tonight are 81 inches around and a 36Z cup when empty! But right now they are a couple of cup sizes bigger and engorged with milk I am carrying just for your entertainment tonight.” She squeezes her tits together and produces two impressive sprays of milk.

“And they are so sensitive! All over them, not just my nipples.” She rubs her hands around on her tits and moans. “You can give me orgasms by just touching and fondling my titties! I hope you will give them lots of tender loving care tonight! But please be gentle with them. They are so tender when they are full of milk.”

She cups her hands under the ends of her breasts and holds them. ” See how large and deep my nipples holes are? They were made that way for just one purpose – so you can fuck them!” She slowly pushes a finger deep into each of her large fuck holes, causing a flood of milk and her second climax. To show the men how soft her fuck holes are, she moves her fingers in a circle around the inside edge of each of her two holes. The folds in her holes easily yield to her fingers, then reappear behind her moving fingers. She enjoys the reaction of the men, noticing lots of erections in their pants, so she continues moving her fingers around in her holes while she moans and has climax after climax. When she pulls her fingers out, her holes gush milk.

“Oh wow, that felt awesome! I just gave myself six orgasms! I can’t wait to have your cocks deep inside my nipples!”

“And my pussy is ready for you too! I think you’ll enjoy how much cream it will have for you! Look how much cream it has right now and no one has even touched me yet!” She plunges her index finger inside her, making a little “oh” sound through puckered lips. When she brings it out and holds it up for the men, it is covered with white cream and dripping.

She turns slightly away from the men, leans forward, and arches her back, pushing her ass out. “I’m also proud of my bubble butt.” She slaps one of her cheeks and sends ripples through her soft but very shapely bun. “It measures 71 inches but you won’t really realize just how huge it is until you are holding it with both hands and fucking me doggy style.”

“So you must be wondering why I am getting bloated. It is due to a medical procedure that tightened my vaginal opening to retain my cream inside my pussy. And another treatment altered my colon so that it also secretes a cream. So right now my pussy and ass are filling with cream, getting ready for all of your cocks! Look at my stomach now.”

She turns toward her audience, leans back, and points to a small pooch in her stomach. “Showing my body to you guys has excited me, and now you can see that I am bloated with cream.”

She swats down facing the audience and spreads her legs wide apart. She uses her hands to spread her lips apart and a gob of her cream oozes onto the stage. She rotates around to give everyone a good view and gasps from a sudden quickening of her arousal by her exhibition of her most private parts to so many men, who are obviously excited by her. She shivers with an orgasm from just her exposure and struggles to regain her composure to speak. Globs of cream run down in a continuous, white filament from her vulva to the stage.

“And yet another treatment has increased the size of my labia whenever I am aroused. See how big my pussy lips are and how far out my inner lips extend? And they are going to get bigger and softer just for you!”

“My other lips have been augmented too for your pleasure!” She puckers her fat, luscious lips and kisses the air. “Wait until you feel my plump, soft lips on your cock!”

This story is not intended for children and if you are not old enough to read sexually explicit material, go away. This story features some elements of female domination (femdom), cross-dressing (CD), mild bondage, Trangender (TG) and a few other fantasies of mine. I hope you find it entertaining, but if you might be offended, stop reading and do something else. The author retains all rights to this story. You may re- post the story unchanged, provided there is no intent to profit from this story (it is not nice to make money from someone else’s work).

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Chapter 1, The Bet

Sarah and Jack

We have been married for several years and we both were experiencing very active professional lives. Our jobs are quite demanding, requiring us to work long hours and consuming most of our creative energy. This daily grind had the same effect on us as most other couples in the 90s. Our love life was shrinking down to one or two times on weekends without a great deal of inspiration. We both longed for our early days of our relationship when sex was very regular and was our first choice in recreation activity.

One thing I missed a lot was Sarah’s long fingernails. Sarah is a great looking woman, a complete package of brains and beauty. She is almost 6 feet tall, has light red hair and green eyes. I have always thought she has the perfect figure with great breasts and a butt to match.

Sarah used to keep her nails long and manicured. Her work requires her to use a computer most of the day and she found the long nails to be problem. Little by little her nails got shorter, until today they are just about the same length as mine.

I still get a little rush when I think back to those long nails and how she would use them to tease me sexually. Taking the edge of her shaped nail and running it along the veins in my cock and around the head. I think she could keep me on the edge of orgasm for days if she wanted to with her fingernail tricks. Then she would take my dick into that perfect pussy and while she rode me she would lightly rake my chest with her nails. Not quite breaking the skin, just enough pressure to drive me crazy with lust. Sarah could take the edge of those nails around my nipples bringing the little nubs to rock hard points and then when she reached orgasm she would pinch my little nubs as we pounded our bodies together and I was cumming like a mad man.

Always the next day the warm shower would bring little red lines on my chest to a visible state and when I was shaving seeing the marks in the mirror made me stiff again.

Friday Night: The Actual Bet

“Your late Jack and now I don’t want to go out for dinner this late. Here we go again, a Friday night finally gets here and we are stuck with nowhere to go and nothing to do.”

“I’m sorry Sarah, but I had to get my budget input completed for the consulting proposal we worked on all week. If I didn’t stay until it was done, I would have to go in tomorrow. If I went in to the office, I would have been sucked-in to help finish other parts of the proposal for Monday and I didn’t feel like blowing my weekend because others didn’t get done today.”

“Your trying to make me feel better by telling me it could have been worse?”

“No, I’m only trying to explain why I ended up working late. How does a movie sound? You said you wanted to go to see some chick-flick that’s out now”

“What a great way to ask me out for a date, asking me if I want to see some chick-flick you can’t even remember the title of, Jack. Why bother, just forget about it. You can run over to the video store and check out a rental movie and I will make us a chef salad.”

“Are you sure? I asked lamely”

“Yes Jack, and knock off the puppy dog look. Open that bottle of wine in the refrigerator and pour me a glass. By the time you get back, I will be chilled out.”

“Sarah, this is starting to sound like a good plan.”

I ran over to the video store and picked up a couple of movies that might be interesting. I was hoping that one of them might be sexy enough to give us a libido boost, as we were way overdue for some good sex (any sex even bad sex). I also picked up some dark chocolate and some fresh strawberries. If the movie failed to get a spark started with Sarah, the chocolate and strawberries were pretty surefire.

When I got back, Sarah had finished the salad and had set up a “picnic” on the den floor. She had some nice candles burning and pillows available for getting comfortable. This was much better than going to see that “chick-flick”.

I threw in one of the movies and we started to enjoy the good food and wine. The movie was not that good, but as we were more involved in our various appetites, so it didn’t seem to matter. By the time we finished the salad and were snacking on the strawberries and chocolate the videotape had been stopped.

Sex was on our mind and we had all evening to share our lust for each other. We had not had sex for days and I wanted Sıhhiye Escort to take some time. Abstinence has different effects on Sarah and me. Sarah takes much longer to orgasm and I take much less time. As we indulged in foreplay, I kept reminding myself to slowdown and put the energy into making Sarah as hot as I could.

I was so horny that my dick hurt in my pants. I needed more room and getting Sarah and me out of our cloths became my focus. As I undressed Sarah, I kissed every inch of skin I could find. Sarah’s neck is glorious and is a highly erotic zone for her. She can almost orgasm from my kissing and stroking of her neck. I began working my way down from her neck, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, and kissing her warm flesh as inch new area is exposed. By the time I am down to her bellybutton, she is pulling my shirt off with no regard to my personal safety. I have to stop what I am doing and give better access or I might get strangled in the process. We are back to kissing and I am working on getting her lace bra off. I could unhook it and get it off in a few seconds if I wanted it that way, but I wanted to make this as sensual as possible. After what seemed to be forever but had to be a minute or two, I had Sarah’s bra off and her beautiful breasts were now the center of my universe. After kissing all of the soft skin of her breasts, I took one then the other nipple into my mouth. Running my tongue around and over her nipples brought them to a very hard state. Sarah is starting to move into that special zone where her whole body becomes sexually charged. Her body starts to tremble and her eyes are a pool of lust.

Being so close to orgasm without quite getting over the top was frustrating Sarah. She grabs at my belt and urgently drags my pants down over my briefs and hard cock. I know that as hot as we both are, I would explode very quickly if I entered her wonderful pussy. I quickly shuck Sarah’s shorts and lace panty. Kissing my way down her belly, I start teasing her pussy. Sarah has the best tasting pussy in the world and giving her head is a great joy for me. I lightly stroke her outer lips as she spreads her legs. Sarah is very close to going over the edge, but I want to drag her orgasm out as long as possible. I slide down further to give Sarah’s pussy the tongue-lashing I so enjoy providing. Sarah wants me to shift around to a 69 position so she can return the oral stimulation, but I refuse. I don’t want to change positions and lose my concentration.

When Sarah gets into this zone, she is having small orgasm after small orgasm and keeps building to a large crashing climax. My world is Sarah’s pussy by this point. I keep working Sarah closer and closer to the edge by licking and sucking her clit then going back to licking her pussy lips. The only part of my body Sarah can reach is my head and she has her fingers twisted into my hair and she is pulling my mouth into the pussy. Her body starts to quiver and suddenly she goes stiff for a moment and then begins to shudder.

I move my hand from Sarah’s butt and insert a finger into her pussy. Taking the wet finger around to her asshole, I start finger fucking her rear entrance. That finishes her and takes her over the edge. A major orgasm starts and goes on for several minutes, drenching my face with her lovely nectar. Sarah has these major over the top orgasms most of the time when we make love, but when we have gone without sex for a while, the result is unbelievable. Her pussy juice is flowing so hard that I can’t even lap it all up, her body rocks and convulses so hard that she gets cramps in her legs and toes and Sarah moans for so long that she completely runs out of breath.

It is over, and Sarah has collapsed into a limp pile. Sarah’s clit is ultra- sensitive now and she can’t stand to have any more additional stimulation. I slide up next to her and hug her as she comes down from the climax. She starts licking her juice off my face and crushes me against her breasts. Sarah says that she goes completely out-of-body when she has these powerful climaxes and I am both amazed and jealous of her orgasm. My dick is still throbbing in my briefs and I almost came myself without being touched. I slide my briefs off and put my erection between Sarah’s legs, but not in her pussy. As Sarah clamps her legs together my dick is trapped against her clit and her pussy juice is flowing over my cock. She rocks her hips slowly to rub her clit against the top of my dick as she comes down some more.

After several minutes Sarah can talk again and begins to relax her legs and arms so I can move again. Now it is my turn, but Sarah is a little pissed that I teased her so long before taking her over the edge. Figuring that what is good for the goose is good for the gander; she starts to tease me. I tell Sarah that I am already hot as can be and just want to fuck. No way is Sarah going to let me off that easy and she starts tweaking my nipples and asking me questions.

“Jack, why are you so cruel to me when I am ready to climax and want your hard dick in me”?

I explain that it is so rewarding to me when I take her over the edge like that and if Sıhhiye Escort Bayan we are fucking my orgasm might occur too quickly for her major orgasm. This is especially true when we have not had sex for a while.

“Besides Sarah, you are not so innocent of sexually teasing. Remember how you used to tie me up and tease me with your fingernails for hours? You would make me beg to come and make me eat you to orgasm after orgasm. Then you would leave the bedroom for a while, come back when my erection was starting to droop and start all over again.”

Sarah got this evil look on her face and started to tease me about my fascination with her long nails.

“Well Jack, I think you have a little bit of a fetish when it comes to long fingernails.”

“If I do, it is because you taught me to respond to your nails with your sexual teasing.”

“I think you have a little too much interest in my having long fingernails.”

I was starting to feel defensive and tried to push back on Sarah.

“I really can’t remember your long nails that well, since you have kept them chopped off for so long.” “I mostly remember the great sex we had back then and how often you put some real energy into pleasing me.”

I had hit a little below the belt with that remark and Sarah looked hurt.

“Are you trying to say I don’t put energy into sex anymore, huh Jack”?

“Not exactly, but you used to keep your nails long for me and now you don’t” “This is one example of how we let our work lives interfere with our sex lives.”

I thought by using the “our” sex lives line, that Sarah would get back to our love making and forget about this budding argument. I wasn’t quite that lucky.

“Jack, you are so full of shit.” “Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep long nails?”

“I watched you take care of them, and I don’t think it was that big a deal Sarah.”

“It isn’t the time it takes to do your nails, it is the extra time routine activities take when you have the long nails.”

I should have just agreed, but I had to have the last word.

“I think you are exaggerating how hard it is to have long nails.”

“You want to bet, buddy?”

Now I was really stupid.

“You got a bet Sarah!”

I had no idea what I had just got myself into, but my male ego just walked me into a bold statement with implications that I had not considered.

“OK Jack, you are going to have to prove to me that it is no big deal to have long nails.”

“You’re on!”

Sarah went on to set the terms of our bet, then we put it in writing and both signed it.

Nail Bet Between Jack and Sarah

1) Sarah will put long nails and polish on Jack.2) Jack will wear the nails until he gives up or any of the following conditions are met. 2a) 24 hours pass with Jack successfully wearing the nails. 2b) Some emergency occurs; in which case the bet will be suspended to a future time. 2c) Sarah agrees that Jack has proven that wearing long nails is “no big deal”. 3) The loserr of the bet will be the sex slave to the winner for 2 weekends.

There, it was done. It was time to put up or shut up. After all the times I had wined to Sarah about not having long nails, I was about to find out what the wearing of long nails was like.

I had lost my erection by now, but I was horny as could be. Sarah had a major orgasm, but I was still without for over a week. The earlier activities had given me a case of “blue-balls” and all I really wanted to do was get my dick into Sarah’s hot pussy. Sarah had other plans. She took me into the bedroom and sat my naked butt at the dressing table. She had an antique armchair at her dressing table with a padded seat and back but ornate carved arms. She sat me down in the chair and took several silk scarves out of the dresser. Sarah started tying each of my arms to the chair.

“Hey, what is that for?” I asked.

“I don’t want you to try and back out after I get started.”

Sarah sat in my lap and started kissing me. Running her hands over my face and down my chest, she kept it up until I regained my erection. Grabbing my dick, Sarah starts masturbating me, kissing me and rubbing her breasts against me. Her tempo starts building and she is getting me closer to orgasm, then simply stops.

“Hey, don’t leave me like this!”

Sarah just laughs as she dances into her walk-in closet. I can see in the mirror that she is looking for something and then changes. When she walks out of the closet, she is wearing the short silk robe and matching panties that I bought her for Valentine’s day. She looks unbelievable with her figure accented by the drape of silk. Sarah goes about collecting various items she is planning to use. She keeps moving from side to side as she gathers and discards items. I know she is doing this to set a physiological edge to our bet. Somehow, the whole show Sarah is putting on keeps me fully erect without any direct stimulation.

“I see that you find getting your nails done exciting?!”

“That is not fare Sarah, you know how good that silk makes you look, and besides I am the one with blue balls.”

Sarah just Escort Sıhhiye smiles and plops down in my lap. She sets her tools down on the table and starts dressing my nails. She shapes my cuticles, trims and files each nail just the way she likes it. All this time, she keeps rubbing her beautiful ass against my erection. As she works, I try to look over her shoulder, but she keeps shifting around to block my view and rub my cock. This was making me even more excited and that didn’t seem possible.

“Now to put on your nails!”

Sarah looks in her fingernail kit and finds her glue is dry.

“I guess you are going to have to wait here while I go get some more glue.”

“Sarah, please don’t leave me like this.” “Can’t we finish having sex and then go get some glue?”

“Poor baby, are you getting that desperate?” “Maybe I can find some more glue around the house and won’t have to go out.”

Sarah turned around in the chair and started kissing me again. She slid off her panties and is sliding her cunt up and down the bottom of my cock. Sarah grinds her hips against my cock, trying to crush my cock with her clit. I am at the edge of ejaculation when Sarah jumps off my lap, gives my hair a quick toss and jumps out of the room to look for glue. I can’t believe it, my dick looks purple. It is twitching and throbbing but she stopped just short of my orgasm. If she keeps this up, I will be a complete drooling idiot. An erection with a body existing to provide nourishment, all other life events forgotten as the controlling erection seeks orgasm.

“Looks like I don’t have to go out after all!”

“Hold on there a minute, that’s super glue” “You can’t take that stuff off, can you?”

“I’m not sure Jack, I never put nails on with super glue and I think they make some kind of remover, but I guess we will just have to find out.”

“No way Sarah, please don’t use that glue?”

“Beg me!”

“What.”

“You heard me Jack, beg me or else, I am going to use super glue for your new nails!”

I started begging Sarah like crazy. She sat on my lap facing me again and started rubbing her tits on my face and pressing my dick against my stomach with her sopping wet cunt. I could not concentrate and before long I was begging her to let me cum and I forget all about the super glue.

“Please let me cum Sarah!?” I begged.

“You can’t cum until we finish your nails Jack.”

“Please hurry up then, your driving me crazy!”

“I have to go to the store and get some more glue and that could take an hour with traffic and all.”

“OK, OK use the supper glue!” “Please, just hurry”

Sarah just stopped and laughed at my predicament. She was getting turned on to the whole scene and was so excited herself that her nipples were hard as rocks and her cunt lips were glistening in the soft bedroom lights.

Turning around, Sarah bends my cock down and sits in my lap. She squirms around until my cock is nestled in the folds of her cunt lips and she can rub her hard clit along the top of my shaft. She rocks back and forth giving herself direct stimulation and driving me to greater and greater lust. Suddenly Sarah stops rocking and a small shudder shakes her body and she lets all the air out of her lungs as she climaxes.

“What about me?” I begged.

“I told you Jack, that you can’t cum until we finish your nails!” “Besides, that was only a little orgasm for me.”

As Sarah goes to work on my nails she keeps rocking her hips randomly so that my erection keeps pressing up into her clit. Her nectar is flowing down over my cock and I can feel the wetness leaking over my balls. I am sure some of the wetness is pre-cum from my dick, but I can’t see my erection.

I can’t stand the frustration and simply close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. I think I was just about to pass out and it took all of my concentration just to force air into my lungs. I started thinking, and realized that I had been on the verge of my orgasm for about 2 hours now. I don’t think I can survive much longer in this state of arousal.

“There, all done!”

I looked down as Sarah got off my lap. I didn’t look at my nails yet, because I had to look at my cock. It was twitching and throbbing, was red in spots and had a purple cast to its coloration. It was covered with pre-cum and pussy juice and it seemed to belong to itself. Sort of a symbiotic relationship. The cock existed for one purpose, orgasm. The body existed to provide nourishment to the cock and in return got to experience the orgasm with the cock. I never understood why men gave nicknames to their cocks until now. It was a life-force of it’s own.

“Well Jack, what do you think?”

I saw my nails for the first time and almost fainted. Sarah had put on the longest nails in her kit. The longest nails must have been 1.5″ to 1.75″ and even the nails on my little fingers are 1″ long. Sarah has painted them a color I would call candy-apple-red if it were on a car. I can’t believe what I am seeing and my cock starts to jerk up and down. Sarah realizes my cock is about to erupt and grabs my balls. Squeezing them to the point of pain, Sarah breaks the stimulation path and halts my orgasm. Reaching over the wine bucket, she grabs a handful of ice, starts rubbing my cock and balls. I think death must be near and then a split second later I come down to earth. My cock is still purple and fully erect, but my balls have shriveled up into my abdomen.