As soon as we reached our room, there was a flurry of activities. First Dawn got me free from all the restraints and helped me get out of the suit. As soon as handcuffs and harness were off, I could feel a strange mixture of feelings, a part of me, felt extremely light as if a weight was pulled from me, the other felt so unsecured and unprotected, as if all things not only blocked my access to my own body, but also the others’ access as well.

I will never stop being amazed by the winding circuits of my brain. How could I feel a longing to be trapped?

But, Dawn pressed, there was no time for mulling, since we had to prepare for dinner at Mistress’. She was crackling with excitement, and was preparing sheet, paper and a tape meter, to take the slave’s measurements.

“What should I put under the harness?” I was thinking out loud.

She stopped on her tracks.

“Well you could put some underwear, or go in the nude, like me.”

Another thing to mumble upon as I stepped under the shower. After that, I did my hair and makeup, and returned to the room dressed only in a towel.

Dawn had, indeed, carried something from the stall, and she proposed some different styles of cuffs or chains. She had displayed all of them on my bed, the harness and all, and explained to me what were the options available.

“While you decide, I’ll go for the shower.”

So there I was, in front of a bunch of metal devices that I was to wear for the next hours. My mind returned to the start of this adventure, when Dawn had to put her harness on by herself in a courtesy room in a hotel.

If I was in that situation, would I be able to do it? Well, that’s a chance.

I loosened the towel and started to understand how I could do it.

One of the things Dawn had brought from the booth were some manacles similar to the elbow ones, with a couple of links attached. Obviously they would have to be attached to other indentures in the harness. As I tentatively got them near the harness, I realized the links were magnetic to fit naturally into their recesses.

So first I laid the open harness on the bed, then I put the elbow cuffs in position. I fumbled a little with the manacles, they had some sort of mechanism to be tightened around the wrist with a screw. A screw that Dawn recovered from the stand, obviously.

With a little fumbling, I managed to put them in position, links positioned on the insides of my wrists.

I could already feel the weight of those restraints on my limbs. Last, I stepped into the tight cuffs, keeping those chains in my hands. I had already learnt how to deal with them, just pull them up until they were tight on my legs and then proceed.

Ok, now what? Now, recalling what Dawn had told me, I sat on the harness, the front protruding between my legs. Metal was cold, directly on my skin, and first I fixed the tight cuffs chains to the waist band, as she did before.

Then I tried to insert the elbow cuffs’ links in the proper indentures. It was trickier than I pictured in my mind, but after a few tries, I finally succeeded when I discovered that also those rings were magnetically charged, and I just needed to bring them loosely near to have them go in position by themselves.

This left me in a difficult situation, since I was not able to reach for the front part, so I dislodged one of the cuffs and reached out to pull it up. It was hinged in the crotch area, so I figured that it would not be difficult to align the latches once pulled down.

So,I maneuvered once again to connect the elbow cuff, and then I inspected the situation before closing it. I still had my hands free, and I was planning to lock them at my sides. But I quickly figured out that it would not be possible to manage the closure of the harness positioned like that. I figured that the only logical thing was to cross my arms and use my hands to guide in the thing.

When I placed my arms crossed, I saw that the links from my wrist cuffs fell near the middle waist bar and were pulled in position. It was supposed to be just a dry fit, so I did not pay them any attention.

I was still struggling to lower the front of the harness without crushing my delicate partes, the boobs. Once I thought the placement was perfect, keeping the suit in my hand I tried to lower it carefully.

I still was not sure I would have liked to be stuck in that position, and I thought that it would not get closed. And, more, I was planning to pick the harness up and then wait for Dawn to lock it shut.

At that moment, I heard a noise from the bathroom, and a yelp.

It startled me and I let go of the suit.

The hatches were perfect, so they perfectly executed their job. Click. Click. Click.

Holy shit. What the hell had I got myself into?

As I sprung from the bed reacting to Dawn’s yelp, I felt that all the things were now locked on me, and the weight was dragging me down. And then I was surprised how difficult it was to get up without being able to use my hands and bend my waist..

Once on my feet I got to the Etimesgut Escort bathroom door, and once inside, I saw that Dawn’s hair was just tangled in the support of the shower’s head, and she was dealing with that with her hands.

She immediately looked at me, so trussed up, completely surprised.

“What…”

I showed her my cuffed hands, she looked puzzled, and then laughed from the top of her heart.

“Get back in the room, let me finish this.”

And so, I left the bathroom to return to my bed, embarrassed. With the hands blocked in that position, reading a book was completely out of question. I was just able to turn on the tv and find something to look at, in the meantime.

I was halfway through one of those shitty reality shows, when Dawn emerged from the bathroom.

“Well, let’s see what you have done.”

“I was trying to understand how you did it by yourself. And then I got stuck.”

She came near me, and inspected how I had latched the cuffs to the harness. She later told me that it was a position like the one in which you place someone in a straightjacket, strict but comfortable.

“Are you ok, is something pinching?”

I tried to move my arms but, beside the constriction, there was not a lot of discomfort.

“No, actually I feel ok.”

“So, fine then. Let me get you some shoes.”

“You are not letting me out?”

“Nope, now, shut up.”

What the hell. She promptly put some high heeled shoes on my feet. Then she arranged my makeup and then she prepped hers as well. And in a matter of minutes she told me that we were ready to go.

“Like this? You are crazy.”

I was trying to get hold of the magnet, oblivious to the fact that with my hands locked in position there was no way I could place it on the release point, then Dawn grabbed the thing from me, she scooped up the screwdriver for the cuffs and, to my horror, she put both of them in the middle of the room’s table, completely out of reach.

“Are you coming?”

“You are a bitch, you know that?”

She swatted my ass as I was leaving the room and told me “Do not call me mama names, slave.”

I could clearly feel the shift in our roles.

We were walking into the corridor, she was dressed just in her harness, with a bag on her arm, clearly oozing power and control, I was following dressed in most of the same, feeling embarrassed and subdued by my own design.

We arrived at the door of the suite, at 8 sharp. Strolling in the corridors we got some stares, but I was more interested in exploring the limitations of my confinement. Running, between shoes and thigh cuffs, was out of question, and neither waving my hands as a cheerleader.

I could only explore my sides and nothing more. As I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I could see how the harness was shaping my torso, and I could see that the breasts dome were doing more than justice to my tits.

I had judged, without being able to see them, that Dawn’s were bigger and since the metal was curved in her shapes I could feel that I had more than enough room under there.

On the other side, my waist was a little bit larger than hers, the midriff of the harness was hugging my belly a little more. On the whole, I must say that it hugged my form to enhance my curves and even if I must say that I’m not ugly, the image reflected of myself was absolutely stunning. Dawn pushed me away from this reverie.

“Let’s go. I do not want to be late.”

“Coming.”

She knocked at the door, and after a little time, Mistress opened up to let us in.

Well, the suite was three times larger than our room, on the right there was a king size bed while on the opposite side a dining table was set up, with silverware and all the niceties. On the side there was a sort of conversation space with a couple of couches and a tea table.

There was a person seated on the edge of the bed. As I got a clear view, I recognized she was the slave that we encountered before in the dealers’ hall.

She was still tied in all the rope, and she looked calm at us.

“Ok, please be seated at the table, I need to prepare Two for dinner, it will take just a few minutes.”

Dawn guided me to the table and as we were seated, we could both have a clear view of Mistress and her slave.

“Please.” I could hear Two pleading with a soft voice.

“Do not be such a fuss. We have decided before. It will be a wonderful surprise for you. Trust me.”

These words were apparently enough to quench any protest, and so Mistress took a little container that I immediately identified as a contact lenses container. She opened it and we observed as she used a little plastic sucker to pick up one lens and with the other hand she spread her slave’s eyelids to accommodate it. The tied girl whimpered a little but her Mistress was gentle enough that there was no problem with the first lens, and then with the second.

As she started looking around, we realized that her eyes were now covered in black.

“I had these Etimesgut Escort Bayan lenses made by a manufacturer, my friend. They are pitch black and once I have put them on, she is not able to see anything, like a blindfold.”

Robbing her slave of the ability to see seemed to have boosted somehow her wits.

As she then proceeded to untie the young woman, I could see that she was actually dressed in rope. Coils and coils went down to the floor leaving her completely in the nude.

“Ok, you may go to the bathroom.”

She rose unsteady on her feet and using her hands, she reached the bathroom. She was silent and focused on remembering what was the correct route to her destination. Mistress gave her no help at all.

Dawn had a composure much firmer than mine. I was astounded about how much control the Mistress had over her, seemed total and uncaring.

And to challenge my assumption, she moved swiftly to protect her hips from hitting the table. She was caring after all, and brought her slave there to do her business. She left the door open, robbing her of her privacy. My eyes crossed Dawn’s and we made a mental discussion about the weirdness of the whole situation.

Not that we could judge, since we both had locked ourselves in a chastity armor, with limited ways to get out.

After a couple of minutes, Two was again conducted in the room we were in, and she was made to sit near the tea table. Now that it got my attention, I noticed that there were some things that I could not identify and there was a hammer and a tacking block.

They were placed like it was a sort of a show for us, and as a matter of fact, I could believe it was, aiming to make Dawn understand the slave limitations, considering the custom harness we were to discuss.

She proceeded to put her slave right hand in a sort of metal glove, which forced her to close her fingers in a fist. It was formed by two hinged halves and once closed there was a closure that went around her wrist. I was expecting a padlock to seal it up but instead she inserted a rivet and then squashed it close with the hammer and the tack block.

Wait, she had asked before if it was possible to close the harness permanently, she was not joking.

“No” protested Two in a low tone.

“Don’t be a fuss, when we get home I will drill them out. Shush.”

And then she locked the left hand.

“Just a second, we are nearly set.”

Mistress picked up a u-shaped thing and ordered her slave to open up. She then put the thing in her open mouth and proceeded to open it.

Once satisfied with her work, she then directed her slave to the table.

She was completely naked, blind, unable to talk, and unable to grab anything. I must admit that her state was somewhat arousing to me. She was free and restrained at the same time.

On top of that, the Mistress picked up some of the ropes left on the bed and proceeded to tie her to the seat with her hands securely restrained behind her back.

I realized that our situation was not that different as the Mistress presented us with appetizers and food.

There was small talk between Dawn and her, but nothing involving us “slaves”, as if we were not even in the room.

“So, you seem very focused on your job, you keep that thing on at all times?” The Mistress asked Dawn.

“It does suit me, don’t you think?” answered my friend, diplomatically evading the question.

The other was only looking at her, I could see that she had sensed that something was off with that answer.

Both were talking and meanwhile they were serving me and Two, since the two of us were not able to provide for ourselves. Without anything else to do, I noticed how Dawn was eating small morsels, and it was something that I did not happen to notice before.

The food was good, but it was undercut by the surrealness of the whole setup. I was wondering what was Two’s situation, and asking myself what would bring me to let someone control me in that kind of way.

Yet, Dawn was exerting a lot of control on me, even if it was me that had restrained myself in this way. On her part, Two seemed satisfied with her position, gloriously naked and getting little morsels without being able to utter a word. I could appraise her breasts, well endowed and her body with all its curves. She had brown hairs cut short, that went along with a sweet face.

We ate, we drank in a silent environment, except for Dawn and Mistress chit chatting. She asked politely how the business was going in the exhibition.

“Well, we made a lot of contacts, you see, these two things are really a show stopper.” She replied signaling our two harnesses.

“I’m sure they will bring you a lot of luck. After all, they are the reason you are here. Let me get your plates. Was it all good, girls?”

Even if I could talk without impediment, I simply nodded and so did Two.

Mistress stood up and conducted us away from the table in the adjoining sitting room where there were two couches and a tea table.

I Escort Etimesgut followed Dawn and sat on the couch, while she excused herself to the bathroom, since she already knew the directions. While I was left behind, Mistress ordered Two to stay on her tiptoes in the middle of the room, and approached me.

“Is it comfy?”

“Well, nothing pinces, but after a while you can definitely feel its weight.”

I was talking and she inspected my harness and my body underneath, first just looking then passing her finger to find out how tight it was on me. She inserted her nail inside my waist band, and I did not dare to move.

They were obviously explorations made to appraise the product, and I did not find the sensuality in it, but it was apparent to me how defenseless I was, in that position.

Dawn returned and I could feel that Mistress was staring at her.

“Shall we proceed?” Asked.

Mistress made a gesture as if inviting her to help herself to the waiting slave, and then we watched from the couch as my friend took her pad and a meter and started to measure the woman.

She had her mouth open and her eyes were shooting about trying to see what was going to happen, without being able to do so. I tried to fix my eyes on her body, and it struck something in me. I could feel my cheeks turning red. What was happening to me?

I trusted that all eyes were on Dawn measuring Two, but in a short time, I would have discovered that it was not entirely true.

I observed Dwan sketching on her pad the figure of a female body and then jotting every measure that she took. Some I understood, after all we all have been to a tailor shop, some were more difficult. When she left the pad beside me, I could see that she had precisely taken the position of both Two’s orifices, the shape of her boobs and also the distance of her areolas from the higher end of the ribcage. Seemed like an overkill.

At the end of it, I could see that Dawn was exhausted, with all her crouching and standing up, the harness and, I suspected, the two intruders were taking their toll.

Leaving Two in her position she finally sat on the couch, visibly adjusting her harness in the crotch area.

“Well, is it uncomfortable?” Mistress noted.

“Uh, no. Not at all. But it takes a while to get adjusted.”

“It will be a relief to get it out at night, I presume.”

“Err… yes. Even if I try to leave it around the less possible.” said Dawn diplomatically.

“Not even for the bathroom?”

“Actually no, Monica, if you would be so kind.” With her hands she ordered me to stand up. She went to her bag to fish a key from it.

I had seen it before, it was the key to open the outer shield of the harness. I was on my feet in front of the Mistress, my crotch area was level with her face. Dawn forced my legs as open as they could go, despite the thigh cuffs, and then inserted the key in a keyhole that was actually over my vagina. To my utter surprise, I heard a click and then, I could not see directly because of my arms crossed in front of me, some pressure was relieved from my labia. After that I could sense some air seeping by, and a metal thing passing in the space between my thighs. My eyes raced to a mirror in a corner and there I found a more complete view of the device.

The key unlocked the central portion of the harness panties section. This shield, for lack of a better word, was, I discovered, hinged at the back, so it was not detachable and had to stay on. Mistress was kneeling and looking at the space of my body revealed by the shield. In fact, she was actually inspecting my pussy and my anus, thus enhancing my feeling to be completely on display.

“So, even open, she does not gain access and penetration?” As she asked, I could feel that she was trying to force a finger in me. But apparently there was some kind of inner shield that prevented her from prodding further, I could feel just pressure but absolutely no touching. And the same went from the ass area.

“No, she can expel urine and feces, but without any access. You see, there is a slit just on her urethra, so it can flow outward without any problem. This model is not fitted with a dildo, but it can be. For the rear, this one has just a slit that permits evacuation and cleaning, it can be fitted with a sphincter dilator and a butt plug.”

Instinctively, I looked to the Mistress’ face as she was staring at Dawn, obviously trying to guess what kind of optionals were in her harness. She continued to prod Dawn for details, instead.

“So, this key serves only for bathroom breaks. There is no need to open this thing, is it?”

“No, actually, no.”

“And without the key what would happen?”

“I would guess cramps, discomfort and then pain. But this key is a pretty common one, and it can be copied everywhere. Also, it is the same for all harnesses. It is a safety feature.”

Mistress took the shield and closed me up, and with the key in hand, asked.

“So this works also with yours, can I try?”

Dawn was taken by surprise, “Err… Yes, please.”

We looked at each other, clearly understanding that in that very moment, the roles had changed and that the Mistress was taking charge of the whole thing. She had sensed Dawn’s eagerness to sell the harness and she was exploiting it to find how much Dawn was a slave herself.

Chris got out of the shower and toweled off in front of the full length mirror. She liked to look at her body in the nude.

Chris’s most fetching part was her long perfectly tanned legs. She either tanned in a booth or on the beach — but always in the nude. She hated tan lines and loved an all over tan. She also knew it would drive a man or woman to cum quickly if she chose to have sex with them.

She was very picky about who fucked her. The man or woman had to be experienced and have certain accruements. She wanted her men to be at least eight inches and thick in girth. She really liked thick hair on a man’s chest, but loved a man who shaved his cock and balls. After all she shaved her cunt and knew the advantage of doing oral sex with smooth sex parts!

She liked her women also shaved. Breasts didn’t matter much to her as long as they were sexy with hard nipples. Chris loved to suck nipples. Her own tits were smallish, but very sexy. They were 34 B’s. She had some golden fuzz on the breasts. She loved to have her lover lick and kiss every part of her tits.

Yesterday she had Lorraine a lover shave her ass. While she had little hair there, she wanted it completely smooth. Later Lorraine ate her anus and fucked her with an eight strap on. That made her very happy.

Looking back in the mirror she admired her legs. Mary another lover was coming over soon to help her moisturize her legs and feet. Chris knew she would make love with Mary. Mary was a nice girl and she had a pleasing manner with her love making.

Chris rubbed her cunt, drying all of the folds. Then she smelled her towel taking in the musky odor of her love canal. Chris loved the smell of a woman’s cunt — her own and her lovers.

The door bell rang. Chris flung the towel over her shoulder and padded to the door. She looked through the little glass and saw Mary’s smiling face. Chris undid the chains and deadbolt and opened the door.

Mary saw Chris’s naked body and smiled. She walked in and closed the door with her foot. Mary said, “Hi beautiful” and took Chris in her arms and kissed her deeply. This was a kiss of lover’s that was long and deeply felt. Mary ran her hands over Chris’s bare back and her ass.

Chris looked into Mary’s eyes and said, “Hi lover. I am so happy to see you!”

Mary said, “Me too. I love it when you greet me nude.”

“I just got out of the shower and was drying off. But, I knew you were coming and why get dressed, just to get undressed again, said Chris. “You are a smart girl!” said Mary laughingly.

“So tell me your plans for the day?” quizzed Mary.

“Well we have two hours — moisturizing and love making. Then the Cubs game with Jeff and more love making with him and God knows who!” said Chris.

Mary looked at Chris and said, “OK then let me get my clothes off and to work!”

Mary took her pull over shirt off revealing a tiny black strapless bra that covered very little tit.

Chris Çubuk Escort said, “Here let me unhook your bra.”

She did and it fell to the floor.

Then Mary removed her khaki shorts showing off the sexiest black thong. It gently fit in the crack of her ass and the front barely covered her shaved pussy. The front was completely wet.

Chris said, “Looks like you have been gushing over me!”

Mary smiled and said, Yep, could not think of anything except you tongue probing my cunt. She pulled down her thong to reveal a perfectly shaved cunt that she knew Chris would soon be lapping.

Then she sat down on the side of the bed to remove her tennis shoes and thin white anklets. Both she and Chris liked to wear thin white anklets to entice their lovers and enhance their tanned legs.

Chris said, “Here let me take your shoes off. Leave your socks on and you can get me a pair out of my sock drawer,”

“OK girlfriend,” answered Mary.

Chris after taking Mary’s shoes off and straightening her socks lay down on the bed.

Mary went to her top drawer and looked at all of the white socks. She said, “White thin ones?”

Chris answered, “Is the Pope Catholic?”

Mary selected a pair of nylon/cotton white socks that would have a cuff on them. She padded back and sat on the end of the bed and took each sock and put it on Chris’s foot and folded town the top to make an attractive cuff. She kissed each socked foot before she put it down. Chris said opened her arms and said, “Come her lover girl and eat me. I want you to do my ass this morning. I showered and did an enema — so I’m very clean!”

Mary smiled and said. “Cool I love eating your ass. Do you want me to use a dildo or my fingers?”

Chris thought and said, “My dildos are in the drawer, whatever you want. You can do my pussy too and give me a super O. There are rubbers in there too for the dildo in my ass.”

Chris lay on her tummy with her legs spread; Mary had a beautiful view of Chris’s cunt and the crack of her ass. It made her pussy wet. She started at Chris’s feet and kissed her socked feet then licked her legs where they emerged from the anklets. She knew Chris liked her lover to put their tongue inside the top of the sock and lick her ankle.

Mary continued on up the back of Chris’s legs. Her one hand rested on Chris’s one ass cheek. Slowly she moved her fingers over to the crack and began fingering the inside of her crack. Slowly she felt Chris’s anus and she gently rubbed the hole.

Chris moaned with pleasure as Mary rubbed her asshole and licked the back of her thighs. Then Mary ran her tongue up Chris’s inner thigh bringing more moans of pleasure.

Mary’s middle finger of her left hand pierced Chris’s asshole and she began massaging the inside of her asshole. Chris let out a gasp and cries, “Oh fuck me Mar…that’s so good.”

Mary then moved to Chris’s ass cheeks and kissed and licked Çubuk Escort Bayan each beautiful tanned cheek. She caressed each cheek with her mouth while fucking Chris with her finger. Chris was wriggling with pleasure.

Mary said, “Hold still you vixen.”

Chris blurted out, “Fuck you bitch, just fuck me.”

At which point Mary slapped her on the ass and said laughingly, “Ingrate.”

She spread Chris’s cheeks and blew on her anus. Then she licked the rosy red hole. Chris cooed with pleasure. She said, “More your ornery bitch — fuck me hard.”

Mary put her tongue into Chris’s asshole. She put her right fuck finger into her very wet pussy and began fucking her. Chris cried out, “GOD fuck me harder.”

Mary continued tonguing Chris’s hole and fucking her cunt. Soon Chris’s back was arching and she cried out, “I’m cumming”

Mary pulled her tongue out and her finger and hugged Chris’s ass, kissing her cheeks as she hugged. Then she got up and went to the bathroom to wash her hands and rinse her mouth out with mouthwash. When she came back Chris was on her back with her eyes closed. Mary picked a bottle of moisturizing cream. She came back and removed Chris’s anklets. Then she put cream on her hands and began rubbing Chris’s foot. After she finished the right foot she did the left one. Then she began working on her legs.

First the lower legs then the thighs. Mary loved touching and rubbing Chris’s thighs. They were soft and supple and so brown. They exuded sexual tension. Hen she said to Chris, “Roll over you hunk of sex.”

Chris sleepily rolled over and Mary did the same to the back of Chris’s legs. When finished she proceeded to moisturize her ass and back. Mary did all of her ass in the crack and her hole.

Then Mary kissed Chris’s ears and whispered, “Turn over you bitch, the best is yet to come.”

Chris rose on her elbow and kissed Mary in a full lover’s kiss of affection. She said, “Thank you lover for the wonderful orgasm.”

She rolled over with her head on three pillows and her left knee up. Her pussy was glistening and beautifully available to Mary.

Mary put more cream on her hands and proceeded to massage and rub Chris’s tits. Mary said, “I love rubbing your tits.”

She took each nipple and rolled to between her fingers. She rubbed the cream into Chris’s slightly blonde haired covered breasts.

Chris looked at her admiringly and stroked Mary’s reddish hair. She also moved her right foot between Mary’s legs so she could toe fuck her. Mary jumped a little but spread her legs so Chris’s big toe could enter her dripping cunt. She had foot sex with Chris many times and enjoyed it immensely.

Chris said, “You know Mary I love you very much.”

Chris had thought about the next thought for a very long time. She and Mary had been lovers for three years now. Chris said, “Mary I want to ask you something.”

Mary looked at Chris Escort Çubuk and said, “What is that lover?”

Chris shyly said, “Would you marry me Mary?”

Mary stopped rubbing and thought about her answer. Then she said, “I would love to be married to you Chris. But we both have such a bust love and we still fuck men.”

Chris answered, “I thing we can continue to fuck others. But marriage will solidify our love for each other. It simply means we belong to each other. When I fuck Jeff tonight he’ll just be a penis to me — nothing else. When you are in San Francisco fucking a man tonight, it will just be a penis with fluid cumming out of it — nothing else.”

Mary thought about this and replied, “You are right. I have no feelings of love for Todd tonight, but simple lust.”

Chris said, “Look think about my proposal and we can talk about it next Wednesday when you return. In the meantime fuck who you want to and I’ll do the same.”

Mary looked relieved when she said, “OK, fair enough. Where have you thought about getting married?”

Chris said, “Oh Montreal is my favorite place in North America. But, certainly California is an option now with the court decision clearing the way?”

Mary finished putting cream on Chris’s breast. She had also lost interest in cumming and got up from the bed. She asked Chris, “What are you wearing to the ballgame?”

Chris lay back with her tight big toe glistening with Mary’s cunt wetness. I think I will wear the new shorts I bought, a black bra top, shoes and socks.

Mary picked up a pair of shorts, turned and said, “These?”

Chris answered, “Yes.”

Mary tossed them to Chris. Chris raised her ass and put them on. Then she got up and pulled them up.

Mary said, “No panties?”

Chris smiled at her and said, Nope.”

She walked over to her dresser and opened up the second drawer. She removed a very tiny yellow bra and proceeded to put it on. The bra barely covered her nipples. This was definitely a swimming bra!

Mary said, “Thought you wearing a black bra?”

Chris said, “Oh I am over this tiny thing. This is for later when Jeff and are alone. I don’t have to change. This tiny one is hard to do along. Can you tie it for me in back?”

The yellow bra was strapless with a flimsy tie in back. It’s what is called a “See it then discard” bra — never met to be worn for long.

Mary pulled the very thin pieces of string together and tied it. Chris adjusted the patches so her nips were covered. Then she put on the more modest, but still revealing black bra. It tied around the back of neck and her back too. The yellow string was hidden by the black bra strap.

Then Chris chose a new pair of thin white anklets to go with her tennis shoes. She sat down and put on her socks and turned each top to make an attractive cuff. Standing up with her shoes on she said, “Hmmmmm dark glasses, a hat and flip flops. I’ll change at Wrigley. I don’t want to wear flip flops out on the street.”

Mary said, “You look great! Wish I was fucking you tonight.”

Chris smiled and said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah you’re going to have Todd between your legs tonight!!”

Mary blushed and smiled, “Yep I am.”

To be continued…

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Claire Parsons walked across his bedroom and stopped to indulge her eyes. Her economics professor was lying on the bed, very much immobilized by the handiwork of her bondage. He was on his stomach with absolutely nothing impeding her eyes from feasting on what lay between his legs.

Carrying the afterglow of an intense orgasm from earlier that day, she now had to go to work. She needed to complete her plan. The naughtiness that she knew and her desire to dominate him had her more than ready. There was no turning back now.

— Earlier —

She thought back to how this whole thing came to pass. Professor Butler was a highly thought of economics and finance instructor at what Claire thought of as an idiotic, small-town, Oregon college. Her parents had insisted it was safe enough for their naïve little girl. They were worried that she wasn’t mature enough to head off to a larger school in a big city, and if she had wanted their generous offer of helping with the costs, the terms were stated as non-negotiable. Oh how she wanted to go to New York City and really experience life. This place in the woods was full of granola-eating, Birkenstock-wearing morons that all thought they were the original Hipsters. What a train wreck!

What little her parents actually knew about her. How would her father have reacted if he knew the real truth regarding her skill in using her feminine wiles? At 18, it would have been more accurate to describe her as the queen of the prick tease. Enraged beyond belief wouldn’t quite cover the extent of Daddy’s fury. Thank god he was clueless.

Claire assets were many, but they started with a body that was well toned from competitive swimming and other sports. She had a tight and well-rounded butt, firm and full breasts and dark skin from the time she spent outdoors. While her face was one of the all-American girl next door, her flirting ways were a juxtaposition to this. And the capper? Well the clothing she wore — it just made the guys drool. The tighter the better as far as she was concerned. How her parents missed all of this, she would never know.

But when it came to the physical stuff, she had always kept things on the fairly innocent side and favored guys that wouldn’t press the issue. Kissing and some occasional touching if she really liked someone, but that is where things stopped. She enjoyed getting her dates riled up but typically left them frustrated and wanting more. She got accustomed to being called a tease and relished her title taking every opportunity to enhance her standing in this area.

She loved the power that came from teasing guys by touching and stroking them just enough to get them rock hard, but not so much to allow release. Occasionally, she would relent, but only when it suited her.

Things changed after her prom however. She let things go a little too far in the back seat of her date’s car. He just wouldn’t take no for an answer and when he pushed her head down onto his cock (a first for Claire), she quickly became curious at this new found power.

His moaning and jerking of his hips thrilled her to no end. She found that by simply halting her actions, he would begin begging for more. This control over a his body gave her an amazing power-rush! It also provided a level of wetness between her legs that she had yet to feel heretofore.

To the world of a young woman still exploring all the emotions that came with sex, this was a giant escalation of the more innocent teasing she had previously been engaged in. All of his squirming, begging and pleading was actually enough to put Claire right over the edge, and without even being touched, she had her first real orgasm right there!

So when he maneuvered to get her clothes off, it was pretty much a foregone conclusion; she allowed him the full access he sought, and that was that for her virginity. Just as well as she hadn’t wanted to head off to college with that status.

But the lovemaking that night (if it could be called that) was pretty bland. Once he was inside her tight orifice, he lasted but a few minutes and the whole interaction left her disappointed and thinking that there had to be something more to what all her girlfriends spent hours upon hours talking about.

As soon as he was done, he was zipping up and ready to drop her off for the night. She realized he was probably heading straight off to brag to his friends that he was the one that had claimed her virginity. What a jackass. Claire couldn’t help but wonder if all guys were like this.

But the power that had come with this interaction had left an indelible impression on Claire that would shape her life forever. She had very quickly understood that the role of being in charge was not only acceptable to pursue, but was practically a prerequisite for her. She knew she would need Elmadağ Escort this type of emotional satisfaction to fully sate her still evolving sexual desires.

Unfortunately, now stuck at a small and conservative college, finding a willing (and suitable) partner proved too much to hope for. Sexually speaking, frustration appeared to be anchored to Claire’s college life, and for the time being, the memory of what she felt from this previous interaction was all that she had.

At college, although they were a little older than before, the guys still seemed just as immature when it came to sex. Not a lot subtlety, romanticism, or heck, even any attention toward the art of seduction. She was finished with being dry-humped in a dorm room by undergraduate students. She longed for someone that could be the partner that she knew she needed. But that was where she was utterly frustrated. Her attempts at finding someone that would allow her to run the show had hit a roadblock.

Things had briefly improved when she experimented with a female graduate assistant from one of her finance classes. As much as this woman named Penny had hated men, she certainly seemed to understand how to make Claire orgasm at will. Even though she didn’t feel a real attraction to her (or any woman for that matter), the sex was nice. Unfortunately, Claire’s desires to be the on the dominant side were soundly rebuffed as the older and more mature graduate assistant preferred that role.

Penny taught Claire the fine art of using a strap-on with another woman and the two enjoyed taking turns at this every night. Claire always seemed to prefer the role of wearing the strap-on, and her favorite position was to do Penny doggy style. She loved the moaning and howling she could elicit from her as Penny neared and meandered through her long and powerful orgasms.

One night, about a week into hooking up with her every night, Claire had a little too much to drink. Penny used this to her advantage and convinced Claire to let her tie her to the bed. Claire acquiesced not realizing that this would consist of an elaborate systems of straps and restraints that had her arms pulled all the way to the top corners of the bed followed by her ankles being spread wide and pulled all the way up to her shoulders. This caused her ass to be practically lifted off the bed and exposed her pussy and asshole to a state of vulnerability that she had never even imagined before.

Even if she had wanted to protest, the gag that was placed upon her would have likely rendered that not very possible. Penny then took it upon herself to first spank her upturned ass, all the while telling Claire that she was very bad. The touching and licking that came next was enjoyable enough, and then Penny left the room and came back with a lubed up, red strap-on.

Looking wickedly at Claire, she took a vibrating plug and embedded into the restrained girl’s wet and aching pussy. It was at that point that Claire realized which orifice Penny had in mind for the strap-on. This made her quite nervous as she had never experienced even a finger there before, much less this red monster attached to Penny.

Kneeling between the Claire’s legs, a single finger was placed gingerly at the entrance to the bound woman’s virgin asshole. Penny slowly worked it in and wiggled it around to get Claire accustomed to this new invasion. After Claire begin to feel relaxed from the inevitable pleasant sensations, the older girl begin to earnestly wiggle and slide her way in and out.

While it begin to feel pretty nice, Claire saw the look of control that Penny had in her eye and longed for that feeling. The insertion of a second finger coupled with her clit being lapped by the older woman’s expert tongue had Claire squirming against the tight restraints. She was more than ready when the actual ass-fucking finally started.

It was obvious that this was not new territory to Penny. She seemed to know quite well how to use a both long and short strokes, in and out of Claire’s ass, combined with a manipulation of Claire’s clit and the vibrating plug in her pussy; soon she was soaring to another one of the many orgasms that she had experienced over the past several days. Physically, the level of satisfaction was nice, but Claire knew the absence of her ability to implement an element of control over someone was going to leave her unsatisfied.

After the whole thing was over, Claire knew this would be the last time they would hook up. If she couldn’t have the control that she so wanted, she would simply have to keep looking. An email the next day, and the break up message was delivered. Unfortunately, there was the small matter of Penny’s involvement as a graduate assistant in Claire’s finance class, and as it turned out, Claire would be made to pay for that.

A pissed off Penny had managed to see to it that Claire received a grade much lower than what was deserved. Claire was aggravated but considered herself fortunate that she had at least Elmadağ Escort Bayan passed and could move on without having to look back. She chastised herself to maintain control over these situations in the future.

— About a year later —

With her final year of college of now underway, her first impression of Professor Butler – well, he was just another geeky academic type. His clothes weren’t very hip. He was nothing more than another obstacle to getting to her degree. With just two more semesters to go, she was practically home free and had no plans of letting his class derail her. Out of this wretched place where the only guys that were even remotely dateable were only interested in nothing more than trying to grope her after a cheap dinner.

But if the rumors of this class were true, she would have to grind it out to make a decent grade. That was a little worrisome for someone that had never had to work very hard at school back home.

And after the first week, Claire quickly realized that the stories about the difficulty of the material were in fact not exaggerated. Damn this was going to be tough. Professor Butler seemed intent on making his students sweat it out.

When her mid-term grade came back a D, she realized she would need a pretty impressive performance on the final so as not to hurt her chances of getting away from this hellhole. But the course material that came after that test seemed to get only more complex, and Claire started to get genuinely frustrated.

With something of a flashback as to how easily she could get the guys her age to constantly do as she asked, the seemingly innocent idea of flirting with Professor Butler seemed an ideal way to get him to soften a bit when grading her test. She started this endeavor by deciding to change her attire for his class.

She decided to wear her “I just came from the gym yet still look hot” outfit. Form fitting athletic shorts that hugged her ass in a way that she knew guys just had to look, a sports bra type top and a small cover that was specifically arranged to fall off of one shoulder.

Walking into class, with her get-up in place, she headed straight to the front row. Professor Butler was not there yet. When the kid that usually sat in the seat she had claimed arrived, she just kind of sneered at him, and he hurriedly kept walking toward the back of the class.

As the prof finally walked in, he went to his desk and unloaded all of his books and notes. What a dweebish guy he seemed — Claire figured this would be easier than she had expected.

As he started his lecture on the impossibly dull topic of some European country’s banking system failure (are you serious?), she casually opened her pullover so that her form fitting sports top was openly displayed. She knew that she had luscious breasts and as her flirtatious brain went into action, a wave of excitement washed over her causing her nipples to harden. Claire knew that they could be clearly seen through the thin Lycra material.

Thinking that her actions would be more work than fun, she had not expected to feel jazzed by all of this. But arousal arrived with a suddenness that was new to Claire, and she quickly felt the beginnings of some moisture developing between her legs. She chided herself with a reminder that she was on a mission and needed to retain control.

Partway through the lecture, he finally looked her way. She flashed him her standard little cutesy smile that she knew had worked a hundred times before when there was something she wanted.

But when his only reaction was one of a smirk, she was crestfallen. She even could have sworn she heard a little cluck of disdain from him. How dare he think for a moment that he was better than her! Whatever sexual arousal had taken root within Claire just as quickly evaporated.

He was just an idiot professor that she could easily outmatch. But as the lecture wrapped up without him even giving her another look, she began to worry that she might have to take this to the next level. Professor Butler wrapped the lecture and sailed out of the room without even so much as a glance her way.

Now starting to feel a little worried, Claire headed back to her apartment and immediately begin asking around about her intended target. Coming up dry with a couple of friends, she called a woman she had met a few semesters before. Jane was now a grad student and seemed to know everyone on campus.

Without snooping, but seeming to know what was on Claire’s mind, Jane said that he was definitely not gay or married. With a little laugh, Jane said Claire should have little trouble getting whatever it was that interested her. Feeling busted, Claire blushed profusely and quickly brought the call to an end.

After the transparency with her questions, Claire felt pretty embarrassed, but her resolve was as steely as ever. She made up her mind that a visit during Professor Butler’s office hours would be required. A quick check of the syllabus and Escort Elmadağ she determined she would show up at the very end of the 3-5pm time slot that very afternoon.

She was surprised with how her mind started racing. The thought of a possible sexual encounter with her role as the more dominant one thrilled her. And with a man that was far more mature than what she was accustomed to! He clearly enjoyed an existence in a controlling capacity as a tenured professor….well her wildest dreams hadn’t ever taken her to this type of scenario before.

She thought to herself that her visit to Professor Butler’s office would require a higher level of preparation than normal. Stepping into her shower she made sure she was squeaky clean. Soaping herself, Claire took special care to clean her pussy in its entirety.

Turning her attention to shaving her toned and long legs, the razor practically took on a life of its own as it continued its journey higher. Carefully, Claire worked until there was nothing left other than the thinnest of runways above the juncture of her legs. After completing this task, she couldn’t help but allow herself the reward of a hand straying.

With her head thrown back, two fingers of her left hand inside her, and the index finger of her right hand manipulating her now protruding clitoris, Claire began to the slow ascent to what she knew would be a terrific release. Gawd she needed to cum badly, but she realized there was a task at hand, and it would be far better to wait. Better to have the element of control weaved into her physical pleasure. Oh how she looked forward to that combination.

So she forced herself to bring the shower to an end. She quickly dried her short hair, and applied a light bit of makeup. The one exception was her lipstick where she selected a rather wicked shade of red.

Looking through her closet, she selected a very short little red skirt to match the lipstick and paired it with a form fitting white tank top. To make sure her firm but full boobs were used to their potential, she decided to skip the bra. Examining herself in the mirror, she knew this would work. There was no way her dweebish professor would be able to resist the treasure of her body. The thought of controlling him to her advantage and bargaining for a grade caused the adrenalin within Claire to kick in; she knew she would have to calm herself if she was to manage the situation to her liking.

With anticipation now running practically out of control, she got dressed. It was finally time to leave on the ten-minute walk across campus. As she was locking her door to leave, Claire had a quick change of mind. “Fuck it”, she said and stepped back inside, removed her thong and threw it aside. She couldn’t believe she was doing this!

On the walk over, she noticed several guys checking her out and nervously wondered if she was over the line with the way she was dressed. Deep down, she knew she was, and this evilness excited her even more. The tank top was very taut across her nipples, and the thought of what lay ahead was having its inevitable effect. She knew people she passed had to have noticed her protruding nipples but didn’t care anymore.

Arriving at Professor Butler’s office at about 4:45, fifteen minutes before his hours ended, she knocked at his door. After a nervous wait of about a full minute, Claire had a dreadful thought that she might have missed him, but he finally opened the door.

She realized that this was as close as she had ever been to her economics professor. And even though he was wearing a bowtie and thick, black-rimmed glasses, she noticed that he was actually reasonably handsome. Mind you, not up to her lofty standards, but still easier on the eyes than what she had remembered.

She had rehearsed this part and asked if she could have a few moments to ask for some clarification on the Federal Reserve’s methods of quantitative easing. Now that she had his attention, he seemed to notice her for the first time. The long look he gave her made Claire uncomfortable as she sensed that he disproved of her clothing. This was not what she expected. God dammit, she was supposed to be running the show.

Feeling more exposed than ever, she took the seat offered to her in front of his desk. “So quantitative easing; Claire is that why you are here?” Her professor was peering in at her, seemingly trying to read her soul.

Claire hadn’t realized that he knew her name and his intense gaze was throwing her off her game. She tried to ask some intelligent questions but just seemed to stumble all over her words. This all went on for several moments and only served to increase her discomfort.

Finally, Professor Butler asked, “Claire, why don’t we cut through the crap. You show up at my class dressed like a little tart. Do you think I am that oblivious? Then you show here at my office in your slutty little get-up. You are acting like a child. Please tell me with exactness why you are here. At least give me some element of respect. I do believe I deserve that!”

Claire was enraged and humiliated all at the same time. Dammit, she had expected to control this weakling of a man, but instead, she had been completely outed. Her professor didn’t even remotely seem affected by her charms. This was not something she was accustomed to.

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Cheating with His Brother

Chapter 1

The demoness lounged sleepily at the round kitchen table, four tentacles undulating gently around her as the cougar perused the morning paper. It seemed strange to her to still have it delivered with so much digital media around them all the time, but there was a soothing quality to turning the pages that lulled her into a genuine sense of relaxation on a morning, even if she did not pay all that close attention to the stories. Too dark and dismal, fear-mongering, for her liking, she took stock of the world over breakfast and charged into the fray with renewed determination.

Well, she supposed it didn’t really count when she was reading it in the afternoon, but Ropes was hardly about to venture out in the cold and the snow when the lure of the fire bid her to warm her toes. Her husband, a glossy-scaled dragon who took better care of his scales than she took of her fur (even when it was at its winter thickest!), was no better when it came to storms, hunkering down into the warm and grumbling whenever he had to even set a single toe over the threshold to the outside world.

As if on cue, the red dragon trotted into the room at a light jog, sweat breaking out across his bow as he bounced from one hind paw to the other. Unable to keep still, he swept across the kitchen in a bustle of energy, pawing at the coffee maker before clearly deciding that he had not the time for coffee and instead grabbed himself a glass of water instead, gulping it down with great urgency.

Ropes smiled, tilting her head as the tip of her tail flicked hypnotically back and forth. Her husband fingered the ear-fins atop his head, jittery in his actions, but all she could think about at that very moment was how much she just wanted to get him out of that suit and reveal the yellow stripes cutting across his scales, feel that firm, hard chest as she moved over him, tentacles caressing wherever she revealed…

A demoness of lust, after all, needed to feed.

“Going out so early, honey?” She purred, whiskers quivering lightly. “I thought the meeting wasn’t for a little while longer. You’ve got plenty of time to get over there still.”

Her pale eyes glowed, but there was a warmth behind them as her husband leaned down to kiss her lips. The caress, however, was too brief for her liking and she leaned forward with a low growl as if to follow his path. Fyr chuckled and shook his head, briefcase in paw as he tugged at the collar of his shirt for what had to be the umpteenth time that day.

“Do I look okay?” He asked, turning from side to side as if that would give Ropes a better idea of how he looked, even though the cougar had seen the outfit rather more times than she cared to. “Not too much? Too little? Heavens, I don’t know how I should dress for this kind of meeting!”

Ropes sipped her coffee, an eyebrow raised. Concentration was more difficult than it really should have been.

“Professionally, darling. And you are nothing but professional to me. A dragon could not possibly look any sharper than you do right now.”

Fyr straightened, lips stretching into a smile.

“You really think so?”

“Oh, I do…”

Rising, the cougar fluidly closed the distance between them, fingers sliding around the back of his neck as she drew his muzzle into hers for a deeper, more lustful kiss than he would have deemed appropriate if anyone had been there to see them. Her lips parted, controlling his, and she darted her tongue into his mouth, playing with his more slender appendage and savouring the warming embrace.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, popping a button open on his shirt, and the dragon jerked as if he’d suddenly realised just what was happening, cheeks burning beneath his scales.

“Honey!” He chuckled, breaking the kiss. “You know I’ve got to go! Besides, it’s too cold.”

As she pouted, eyes narrowing, he hastened to placate her, holding his paws out.

“Put the fire on, maybe, and we can do something when I get back?” He said quickly, a smile appearing and vanishing as if he didn’t quite know how to soothe her need. “I promise, it’ll be just you and me tonight, nothing to disturb us.”

Ropes licked her lips, tentacles fluttering their tips. That was a rather appealing notion… Plenty of time for the two of them to enjoy one another in every one of the many ways she’d been craving. The demoness smirked. Maybe multiple times. She knew how to keep a dragon going past what he thought was his limit too.

“Oh… Alright then,” she relented, although raw need still tingled through her veins, a demanding edge that clouded her thoughts. “But be quick. I don’t want to be without you, darling, for a moment longer than I need to…”

And, as the dragon disappeared out Sıhhiye Escort into the cold to the truck, she wondered if he would hold true to that one.

It wouldn’t have been the first time.

*

“It’s nice for you to come visit, Kao,” Ropes giggled, an empty glass of red wine cradled between two paws. “Though I bet you were thinking to see Fyr a little more than me this time!”

The blue dragon with his feet kicked up over the arm of the soft, plush chair opposite her laughed, the sound rumbling up from his stomach as if he had no option but to release it. Fyr’s brother, Kao, had a more relaxed air than the red, although their facial structures were clearly the same. Two black horns pushed back from his skull, unlike Fyr’s frills, however, and there was clearly much different between the older and younger brothers.

“I did think he’d be here,” Kao admitted, setting his own glass aside onto the coffee table. “He didn’t say anything about that meeting, maybe he just forgot to let me know he’d be busy.”

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Ropes shook her head.

“He is so scatter-brained when he’s obsessing over something! I don’t know why he has to focus on this freaking spray meeting so much. I know it’s to get the licenses, but we get the license anyway and it’s just a load of farmers pretending to be business-furs when we know the right deal is going to come through regardless.”

Kao sympathetically nodded and she laughed to herself, slouching off the sofa with the aid of her tentacles to get her back to her hind paws.

“But you don’t need to hear all of this, just having a whinge,” she chuckled as she topped her glass up in the kitchen, ruby liquid sloshing noisily into her vessel of choice. “Though isn’t it a brotherly thing to complain about them too? I don’t have brothers, as you know, so I couldn’t say so myself.”

Kao smiled and held out his glass for her to refill as she swayed back with a nearly empty bottle of wine, tipping what remained in for him.

She jumped, nearly dropping the bottle and lunging for her mobile phone, which had suddenly lit up with life on the table, a very familiar name on the screen.

“Oh! It’s Fyr now!”

Pressing the phone to her ear, she rasped a greeting in a voice that was only ever so slightly slurred.

“Honey!”

Kao amused himself with a magazine, eyes flitting to the television remote as Ropes chattered. But he could not fail to take notice when the cougar’s voice cut off abruptly and she folded her arms across her chest, trapping the phone between her ear and shoulder.

“Well, yes, of course, I understand, but the weather isn’t really that bad and you’re only one town over, come on,” she said, a wheedling note entering her tone. “Isn’t there a cab you can take? We can get the truck later if you’re really that worried.”

Kao sat up straight as the cougar turned the phone off without saying goodbye, eyes flashing as her tentacles writhed and twisted, shooting out from her body before snapping all the way in again to her back.

“Are you okay?” He said, reaching out to her. “Is something wrong with the truck? I don’t mind driving over and -“

As kind as his half-formed offer was, Kao barely got half the utterance out of his muzzle before the cougar exploded.

“He’s not coming home at all now!” She huffed, venting her frustration with a stroppy little flick of a tentacle. “Honestly – can you believe him? Who wouldn’t want to come home to their wife on a night like this?”

She gestured at the closed curtains and the snarling storm outside, but Kao didn’t have eyes for that world and, instead, had them fixed on her. Ropes stiffened, eyes wide as she felt the dragon’s eyes rake down her form, taking in every inch of her as her breath quickened, just a notch.

“Oh, I wouldn’t know,” he said, blinking as he seemed to force himself to look away. “I’d always want to come home to a lovely cougar like you.”

“Are you staring at me?” She teased, prodding his chest with the tip of one finger. “Now, now, Kao… Should your eyes really be undressing a cougar like me?”

The dragon swallowed hard and yet did not pull away, his eyes slightly hazy from the relaxing effect of the alcohol. Completely herself again – it wasn’t as if a demoness, after all, could become drunk – Ropes dropped a kiss on his cheek, intending to leave her teasing at that. Regardless of how her loins burned, every last cell in her body screaming for the orgasm, the feeding that she knew she needed above all else, she couldn’t take something like that from Kao and, besides, Fyr had said he’d do something with her. Shouldn’t that really have been enough?

But Kao’s head turned as she went for his cheek and, suddenly, alcohol-laden breath washed over her muzzle and then her lips were parting against his. The scene played out, Ropes melting into it as if from a great distance away, connected and yet separate as she moaned into Fyr’s brother’s mouth, his dark tongue darting between her lips to dominate her mouth and curl Sıhhiye Escort Bayan around her own tongue.

And, oh, even with the tint of wine on his breath, his kiss was divine. His paws closed around her forearms, holding her to him, although there was no hint of her wanting to escape, to pull away and break the intimate moment of the kiss. Her breasts pressed warmly up to his chest as she stepped in closer, arms moving unbidden to wrap loosely around his neck, feeling the softness of his scales, surprising in contrast to Fyr’s much harder ones in the colder weather…

Yet it could not last forever, as commanding as it was. Somehow, one of them moved back just a fraction and then there was space between their lips again, both parties panting lightly from the depth of their kiss.

And what then? Coughing into her paw, Ropes rubbed the back of her neck and slid her gaze away from Kao, something akin to guilty (yet not quite so) pricking at her heart like the thorns of a rose bush. What should have been beautiful took on a darker edge with the knowledge of just who Kao was and, well, yes – what her husband would have thought of her kissing anyone else too! It just wasn’t done in their world! Even if Ropes came, many, many years back, from somewhere entirely different…

But she had to say something with the dragon staring at her with his jaws agape! What was it with drakes sometimes? Her words, when they came, however, were hardly any better.

“Wow…” Ropes blinked rapidly, tentacles loose and still against her sides. “Kao… I…”

The words stuck in her throat, need conflicting with moral obligation – and what was that idiotic way in the land of mortals, anyway? – but Kao took the decision out of her paws entirely. In an instant, his lips were on hers and the drunken dragon bore her back to the wall, a hiss rolling from his lips into her muzzle as their tongues tangled lustfully together.

The moment her shoulder blades pressed against the cool paintwork, lovingly layered over the primer, she was lost. Her demon heritage flared to the surface and she moaned, deepening the kiss as all four of the cougar’s tentacles wrapped around Kao’s arms, keeping him close to her so that even if he had wanted to pull away he simply could not have done so. Kao hardly seemed to mind, breaking the kiss only briefly to tilt his muzzle to the other side until they locked lips once more, barely breaking for breath as his fingers trailed down from her shoulders to her large, full breasts, grazing over where her nipples perked through the sheer fabric of her comfortable yet always tasteful house clothes.

The demoness in her hissed. He was hers! All hers! And she would have him as only a demoness of lust should.

After all, had she not been concerned with feeding of late?

“Ah…” Ropes panted heavily as she drew back, taking his paws in her own, fingers rubbing softly over the back of his. “You know… You don’t have to go home tonight if you don’t want to.”

It wasn’t as if she was going to let him leave anyway, but the dragon didn’t have to know that. Fluttering her eyelashes, she gave him her best pout, feeling something thick twitch up beneath their bodies: trapped, but not for long. Ropes grinned, baring her glistening fangs. Not long at all.

“You can have the guest room, Kao. Stay with a feline tonight, won’t you?”

Smirking, Kao nuzzled under her chin, pushing her head back and up so that he could get at her throat, kissing and nipping as she rumbled a hiss, tail lashing back and forth as her lusts grew. It was all she could do to not drop to her knees at that very moment and make sure that bulge pressing up to her stomach grew more, taking his cock into her mouth and slurping up every drop until he bent her over and gave her every inch her demon body yearned for.

She shook herself as he spoke, snapping her back to a very physical, erotic reality.

“I was rather hoping…” His words blurred together, the dragon blinking rapidly as he tried to smirk. “Hoping that I could stay in your room, Ropessss…”

She wasn’t so sure that the dragon had meant to drag out her name into such a sensual hiss, but hearing it come from his lips made her shiver, tentacles whipping out and away from him as she took his paw. The drake followed her as obediently as a puppy, tail winding from side to side as he walked with a surprising straightness for a male who seemed to be slurring his words with drink. Ropes giggled, heart in her throat and life thrumming through her veins, more potent than any liquor ever could have been.

Everything seemed to move very quickly from that point. Drunk on lust rather than alcohol, Ropes stumbled up the stairs as she towed Kao along with her, heart pounding and blood rushing through her veins with such force that it was a wonder that it did not burst demonically from her body. She’d heard that could happen. As it was, it only seemed to set her tentacles off into overdrive, each one winding around her new lover, her husband’s brother, as they sought to caress every Escort Sıhhiye last inch of the dragon.

They lost their clothes before entering the bedroom, Ropes groaning into Kao’s lips as the drake ripped her shirt and bra in one go, letting the scraps of fabric remaining trail from her shoulders. She managed to shimmy out of her trousers herself without tearing the button off and stepped to the side as the dragon somehow got both his jeans and boxers down around his ankles, eyes burning with a raw lust that she’d longed to see in Fyr’s eyes for far too long.

Perhaps the younger brother would prove a better fuck for a demoness after all she’d been through…

Ropes hissed through her teeth as she rendered Kao down to but his scales, yanking his t-shirt rudely up and over his head. The neck caught on his horns, leaving a hole, but neither noticed as Kao staggered back to the bed and sprawled on his back, a hard length of black dragon-cock jutting up for her attention.

Licking her lips, Ropes took a moment to admire her ‘catch’, the drake stretched out before her as if he was a feast to be enjoyed. And, oh, what a feast his lust would be to devour, filling her with the life-giving force that kept her seeking out the next to be fed on.

At least it was a mutually pleasurable feeding, it had to be said.

“Oh, Kaooooo,” she purred, drawing out his name into three syllables and flicking her tail back and forth as she stalked him on the bed. “What are you doing to me?”

Head clearly spinning with drink, Kao smiled open-mouthed at her and she wondered, if but for the briefest of moments, if it was wrong of her to be taking advantage of him in such a way. The moment, however, like all the times the thought had crossed her mind with Fyr and, of course, the partners that had come before that particular dragon was short-lived.

But he could not simply sit there without her attention forever – what kind of host would she be? Swaying her hips as she stalked up to the bed, Ropes folded her body over his, a paw running down his chest to his crotch where she curled her fingers around the base of his shaft. And, oh, what a shaft it was. The flesh gave ever so slightly beneath her fingers as she gave it a few experimental strokes, purring all the while, and Ropes licked her lips eagerly in anticipation of what was to come.

It was too good a treat to deny herself any longer.

“Such a nice cock you have for me…” She growled, running her tongue up the side, over the soft ridges. “Have you been saving this all for me?”

Kao sucked in a breath, but what would have been words only came out as a moan, the dragon slumping back as her lips descended down his cock. Gulping and suckling him softly into the back of her throat, the demoness let her tentacles caress his body, stroking over lines of muscle beneath scales that were, as yet, unexplored. But she intended to feast on and explore every last inch of him before the night was over.

The dragon scrabbled and tried to plant his hind paws into the carpet, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, but didn’t have the chance to find any purchase before her muzzle was bobbing on his cock as if she belonged there. Murring around his thick length, the cougar’s tongue explored every ridge and nuance of his dick, sinking deeper and deeper until her soft, slightly damp nose brushed the scales of his crotch. Any other fur of the mortal realm would have had trouble taking him all the way, what with the typically short muzzles of most furries, but a demoness, well – they had particular skills that Ropes was only too keen to show off.

Slurping on his cock, she shuddered as she pulled back, a string of pre-cum mixed with saliva connecting her lips to his shaft for a second. Her paws and tentacles massaged his shaft as she smiled prettily at him, upper arms pushing her breasts together deliciously as she squeezed them in towards her body. There was no way any hot-blooded male could not have enjoyed her for what she was, a fertile female in the prime of her life, and Kao groaned deep in the back of his throat, running his tongue down the side of his jaw.

But he was too luscious to not enjoy. Her muzzle dipped once more, taking him into the back of her throat as she swallowed quickly and her throat bulged with dragon-cock. And all the while her own juices soaked her inner thighs, the waving of her tail only serving to waft them towards the horny dragon as if she was calling him in. There could have been no better siren call than the scent of a female in need for a drake, however, and Kao ran his fingers down over the back of her head, enjoying the semblance of control as he forced her head to bob to his apparent whim. Ropes purred and let him have his moment. It would not be his for long.

There was nothing better than fresh dragon-meat in the morning. Well, evening. Night. No matter. It didn’t mean she couldn’t lust over him and feast, tentacles curling around to cup and cradle his balls. Trembling, Kao rocked into her touch, trying to look to see what her tentacles were doing and perhaps deciding that he was better off with his head back on the bed. Giggling around his cock, Ropes squeezed his balls in turn, massaging and fondling them in all the ways that only a being with extreme control of their tentacles could. Oh, the poor-lucky dragon was getting an education in more ways than one!

Mark woke up to rays of sunshine settling on his crusty eyes. It was 9:30am in the sunny city of California. He threw off his sheets and hopped out of bed. Going through his usual workout routine of sit-up, push-ups, chin-ups and all the other kinds of ups he worked up quite a sweat.

Yeeting his clothes in a basket he hit the shower. It was a chilly morning with temperatures in the low 15 so the warm fluoride laced water was a welcome respite. As the water cascaded down his back, he became painfully aware of his morning wood. Life had been stressful these past few weeks, what with a bunch of freelance projects coming through suddenly. While Mark was happy that his reputation was bringing him plenty of new jobs it did result in a lot of long nights smashing bugs and defragmenting segments. His testicles were slushing with pent up frustration just oozing to spurt out.

As he reached down to touch his throbbing erection, he heard the intro to Game of Thrones coming from the TV in the living room. His dick throbbed at the thought of what that signified. His housemate Alyssa was up early and lounging on the couch.

Alyssa was a no-nonsense fitness trainer who was also in school to complete her master’s in psychology. Their relationship was friendly and they both understood the need to give each other space. She’d been binge watching Game of Thrones for the last few weeks and was currently being mind blown as her favourite character, Robb Stark was being eviscerated at the Red Wedding.

Just as the credits began to roll Mark stepped out of his room to grab a cup of coffee to get a head start on his day. His train of thought was interrupted as Alyssa wished him Good Morning and he turned to respond. Alyssa was lounging on the couch in her cropped black lululemon yoga pants. Mark immediately turned away, but it was too late. Within seconds he wasn’t thinking with the head on his shoulders but with the one between his legs.

Alyssa smirked at his reaction. She intended to go for a run today but ended up getting caught up in the intricate politics of Westeros instead. She wasn’t surprised by his reaction what with her in her unzipped white hoodie and pink sports bra. She worked hard on her body and was proud of it.

Mark was inching towards the sink, turned away from her. He rushed into the kitchen and made a bee line for the sink. He noticed the dishes lining the counter and realized the perfect excuse to face away from the devilish cock-teaser.

“Thanks Mark, they’ve really been stacking up these past few days. I’ve been meaning to get around to them.” Alyssa shouted Kolej Escort from the living room.

“It’s no biggie. I’ve got nothing on today anyway.” Mark replied.

Mark continued washing dishes as the intro to the next episode played in the background.

His cock had calmed down and he turned around to grab a quick bite from the fridge.

Big Mistake.

Mark spun right back around after catching sight of Alyssa stretching in front of the television. The sunlight caught her golden hair across her back in a tight ponytail. Her ass stretching the lycra material to its limits.

Mark did everything possible to stop himself from spurting in his shorts. He pressed against the counter top as he furiously rubbed last nights dinner plate.

Alyssa was having the time of her life screwing with the nerd. She always knew he had a crush on her but she didn’t realize the effect she had until recently. She’d never actually seriously date someone like him but maybe having a boytoy/slave wouldn’t be so bad. Only one way to figure out how submissive he was though.

Alyssa pauses the show and walks into the kitchen sneaking up behind Mark as he scrubs away.

“Need a Hand?” she asks innocently.

Marks jumps smashing his erect cock into the counter and splashing water on himself. Staining his shorts with a bit of pre-discharge.

“A little tense today, are we?” a giggling Alyssa teases.

“Sorry I didn’t hear you.” Mark replies, sheepishly looking at the dish in the sink. Alyssa snaps on a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves catching Marks gaze. How he hadn’t creamed his pants yet could honestly be chalked up to another one of the mysteries of the universe. He leaned forward against the cabinet forcing his erection flat against the cold wood. None of this slipped past the observant Alyssa who was stripping off her white hoodie. She tossed it on the living room couch.

“Can’t let it get dirty.” she shrugged.

The two continued stacking clean dishes for a few more minutes before Alyssa leaned across to grab a dish. Her hand brushed against the throbbing erection she knew was there.

“What is that!?!” Alyssa shrieked.

“Were washing dishes how do you have a boner?”

“Look it’s not my fault, I -i its Morn -Morning wood.” A flustered Mark tried to explain.

Alyssa was having none of it.

“I can’t talk to you with that…that thing point at me.” she told him sternly as she walked away. “Come to my room in 10 minutes and we can talk about your future at this unit. AND THAT COCK OF YOURS BETTER NOT BE Kolej Escort Bayan SALUTING ME!” she added at the end.

With that she stormed off to her bedroom leaving a very erect Mark confused as to what just happened.

9 minutes later, Mark knocked on her door and after receiving permission he stepped inside. Alyssa was still dressed in her workout clothes and was sitting at the edge of her bed.

“Its not what you think, I’ve just been really bus-“

“Get in front of me!” Alyssa cut him off sternly.

Mark looked away as he moves in front of the stunningly fit blonde. He spread his legs and put his hands behind his back subconsciously trying to look as least threatening as possible.

“So… look, you’re a nice guy but you need to learn to control yourself. Can’t go having an erection every time I’m around you” she explained, lying through her teeth as that’s exactly what she wanted.

“I’m its just that you’re so…so…put together. Stunning.” Mark replied sheepishly.

“You put this vibe of being so in control of your life. It doesn’t help that you’re fit as fuck.”

Alyssa did everything in her power to keep from blushing or smiling. She let out a big sigh.

“Look I’m willing to let this all go and put this behind us. BUT there has to be consequences.”

“W-w- what kind…”a frightened Mark replied.

“If you agree to let me discipline you right here and now, I’m willing to overlook this indiscretion.”

This was it. This could change the dynamic forever. If he submitted, she knew she’d have him by the balls.

“Ok…”

Marks short one-word reply sent a shiver down her spine. She told him to take of his shirt and he immediately complied. She admired his body. Not ripped but not quite fat. Just average.

She grabbed his shorts and yanked down. His throbbing erection sprung out bobbing inches from her face. His cock a fiery red roaring for release.

Alyssa placed her palms behind him and in one swoop had him over her knees with his pulsating dick radiating between her lycra encased thighs.

“Count each slap and say thank may I have another.” a very dominating Alyssa ordered.

A then she went off. Each smack echoing through the surprisingly spacious room.

“4. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!”

Smack smack smack.

“12. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!”

Smack smack smack.

“19. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!”

Alyssa was having the time of her life completely owning this nerd.

Her nerd. He was hers now. The erection between her thighs confirming Escort Koleji the new dynamic. Mark moaned in pain. Or was it pleasure.

“30. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!”

Alyssa hand grew tired, but she couldn’t relent now. He was in sub space. He was the most malleable at this moment and she had to make sure this morning would be etched into his mind. She leaned down and wrapped her gloved rubbery fingers around his balls. Her pointer finger rubbing against the underside of Marks hard cock.

“Somebody is having fun.” she giggled.

“Oh-oh god. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just..-ju..-just please…”

“Please what?” Alyssa replied with mock confusion.

” I -i I don’t know.” a submissive Mark replied.

“Shhhhhhh.”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yess.” a frustrated and confused Mark answered.

“Then answer my questions.”

“Where do you live?” Alyssa asked.

“Uhmm… here?” Mark answered confused at the question.

“Wrong you live in my queendom. You are my subject and I am your ruler.” Alyssa corrected him gently caressing his cock with her thighs.

She began lightly smacking and pushing Marks butt.

“Who’s your queen?” Alyssa quizzed him.

“You are.” Mark replied.

“And what’s my name?” She asked as she rubbed his erection faster between her legs. She noticed him starting to gently hump.

“Alyssa.”

“Yes, but from now on you will address me as queen Alyssa. Say it!” she ordered.

“queen alysaa.” Mark whispered.

“Louder!” Alyssa demanded as she continued milking his cock.

“Queen Alyssa!”

“Now salute your queen!” and with that Alyssa furiously slapped his bottom as she stroked his cock with thighs. Mark let out a loud groan of pleasure as he surrendered to Alyssa’s dominance.

For 30 scintillating seconds Mark coated the floor and her lululemon yoga pants with all his pent up cream from the last few days. Both Alyssa and Mark formed a rhythm of smacks on his bottom as he continued to hump her lycra thighs at the pace she set.

“Quite a little bitch boy, aren’t you?” she remarked as she drained. his balls. She rolled him off her thighs as she stood up and straightened her pants. Mark lay on the floor panting and completely spent after being completely dominated. His semi-erect penis lying in a bright white puddle of his own discharge. Mark was absolutely enchanted by her complete control of him.

“This better be cleaned up by the time I’m back from my run. Or else.”

Mark looked up in a post nut daze to a radiant Alyssa standing by the door. Her flat stomach exposed under her pink sports bra. The same magical bra that kept her more than generous breasts in place.

Alyssa smacked her ass as a warning while walking out the door. Mark deflated cock twitched and spurted one last salute to her female dominance before deflating completely.

3rd Day: Commitment & Punishment

Next morning, I was up and dressed when the bedroom bell rang. In no time I was knocking Madame’s door. I entered the room and knelt besides the bed as usual.

-Come closer, slave! She ordered.

Still on my knees, I crawled until my head touched the bed. She sat on the bed, resting her soles on my head, pushing it hardly to the floor. I had to turn my head so that the right side of my face was touching the floor, while the other side was supporting her feet.

-Next time you present yourself, be sure to be properly shaved! Your bristles annoy the skin of my soles. Unless this is your idea of skin remover, she joked.

She rubbed her soles hardly on my face.

-Fetch me my breakfast! She said lifting her feet from my face.

I ran downstairs to prepare her breakfast. After some time I was back, holding the breakfast dish. I waited for her to tell me where to put it. She sat on the right side of the bed, resting her back on the pillows. I placed the dish on her lap and knelt beside the bed. She started eating. Then she spread her right leg out of the bed. I was ready to take her bare foot gently on my hands, bending down until I touched the floor. She wanted me to worship her, I thought and began kissing her foot passionately. She didn’t say a word. She simply went on with her breakfast. Yes, she had gorgeous feet, I realized that. They were perfect. She was right again. I fell in love with her feet. Now I was certain. And somehow I felt happy for this.

She certainly enjoyed her breakfast, with me gently holding her foot in my hands, offering my best kisses. I was kissing each separate toe, then going on with the rest of her foot, finishing with her ankle and starting all over again from her lovely toes.

Yes, I thought. This is what I liked, this is what I always wanted, now I knew. There’s no reason asking myself why. This is it, and no more. I’ll become her dedicated slave and I’ll do my best to keep her satisfied and keep my place at her service. If my only reward was to be allowed to kiss her divine feet, thus showing my dedication, then so be it. I would be very happy with this reward, and do my best to be able to receive it. Yes, I told myself! It’s a great honor for me to kiss her feet. I actually felt grateful that she offered me this honor. For the first time in my life I felt so good, even so happy. Yes, I assured myself. I’ll become the best slave she ever had. I’ll do anything she orders me. I’ll become anything she likes. I’ll offer her my body and mind to do anything she decides with them. She knows what’s good for me, so I’ll obey her beyond any doubt. And I’ll always receive with gratitude any rewards she thinks appropriate for me. Suddenly tears started dropping from my eyes. Tears of happiness, joy and fulfillment. My Madame realized this. She lifted my face with her foot. She then touched my eyes with her toes. She felt my tears on her lovely skin.

-Look at me , slave! She ordered.

For the first time after we met, I was able to look at her in the face. How beautiful she was! How magnificent! My eyes were wet with tears, she could now see it.

-You’re crying! She said surprised. She put the dish on the side.

Why are you crying? Speak slave!

-Forgive me Madame, I said, her beautiful foot still in my hands.

-I cry because I feel so happy. I realized how right you were telling me about my destiny. I just realized that being your obedient slave is exactly what I always wanted, without understanding it. My only purpose in life is to serve Çankaya Escort you any way I can. You were so right straight from the beginning. I was so stupid not to have understood. This is the reason I cry, Madame.

She looked at me carefully. She wasn’t angry. She started speaking slowly.

-One thing I’ll never tolerate is lies. Do you lie to your lady, slave?

-No Madame, I cried. I only wished there was a way to convince you.

-Considering you’re telling the truth and your intentions are sincere, there are a couple of ways to put you in test. But you must be very sure of your decisions. So far we were talking of something temporary. Now you talk about a permanent situation. Is this what you’re thinking?

-Yes, Madame! My only objective for the rest of my live will be to serve you, in any way you think appropriate.

-You have to do more than what you did so far to convince me of your intentions, she said seriously. Are you ready for this? Are you sure you aren’t going to regret it, or even change your mind? I hate people who don’t have straight plans for their lives.

-Yes Madame, I’m absolutely sure. Just show me the way. My decision is final. I’ll be your personal slave for as long as I live. Or for as long as you want me, I added softly.

Her face was still serious. No doubt she was taken by surprise by my new attitude. She was probably counting the possibilities. Or even trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. If only I could find a way to convince her.

-OK slave, she said finally. We’ll give it a try.

First of all, you have to quit your previous job, do you agree?

-Yes Madame, I’ll do anything you tell me!

She gave me the phone. She started rubbing my forehead with her foot, while I was phoning. I told my boss that for personal reasons I had to quit the job. He sounded angry. He only said OK, and hang up. I gave the phone back and took her foot in my hands.

-Now you must hand me over all your personal belongings; keys, money, cards, everything. Go now to fetch them, she said lifting her foot.

I ran to my room to get the car keys. Then to my old car. I took all the papers I found. I also took my brief case. Back to my room I took my wallet and checkbook and went back to her room.

-Throw them in that cupboard over there, she ordered. I’ll decide what to do with them later.

I did as I was told and assumed my kneeling position by the bed. She offered me her foot, and I kissed it, holding it in my hands.

-OK now, she said.

What you must realize is that from now on you have nothing, you are nothing, you have no place to go. You are MY property now, I can do anything I like with you. Now you become a true slave. I can even sell you to somebody else if I decide, or even kill you!. This is your last chance. From now on you go to a point of no return. Think very seriously before answering. Did you change your mind? Do you still want to go on?

-YES Madame, I said vividly, giving her foot a warm kiss.

-Then the matter is settled. From now on you are formally nothing. Keep this in mind. I can do as I please with you. I can even torture you for fun, she said laughing. What an idea! There is no way to go back now. You only obey my orders. Is this clear?

-Yes Madame!

-Good. Now help me to get dressed. I’ll be away all day. I’ll be back late in the afternoon. I have a busy day. When I come back, I believe I’ll be very tired. Try to keep everything in order. Don’t bother for dinner. I’ll eat with friends.

With Çankaya Escort Bayan her instructions, I helped her put on a very smart red outfit with a mini skirt. She sat on the armchair, and very carefully I put her stockings on her beautiful feet. Then I fetched a red pair of boots from the bathroom and put them on. When I finished she stood up. I bent down to the floor and kissed the tips of her boots.

-Your wish is my command, Madame! Your humble slave bids you good day.

-I expect everything to be in order when I come back, she said and left the room. Soon, she was driving away.

I was alone in the house now. I tried to organize my work. I should tie up her room, clean the bathroom. Do some washing, do the kitchen, prepare her bath. God, so many things to do! I only hoped I could finish them all before she returned. I started working like a robot (or even like a slave!). Occasionally I answered the phone and kept messages for Madame. I also took a shower and shaved. I never realized how time past by. I even managed to bake a cake for her. I only hoped she liked it. When I finished, it was already getting dark outside. I sat in the living room to get some rest.

Then I heard her car arriving. I assumed my kneeling position by the main door, waiting for her to arrive.

-Good evening Madame! I said bending down to the floor.

-Hello, she said. There are things in the car for the refrigerator. Go and put them in place and bring me a cup of coffee.

She sat on the couch. I ran out, took the bags from her car and went back to the kitchen. I switched the coffee maker on, and put the things in the refrigerator. After fifteen minutes, I was going to the living room, with a cup of coffee and a piece of cake for Madame. Kneeling in front her, I gave her the dish and bending to the floor I took her dusty boots in my hands and kissed them.

She kicked me hard on the face.

-Where are my slippers, slave?

-I’m very sorry Madame, I said and rushed upstairs to fetch them. When I came back, I knelt in front of her. I took her boots off. My face was aching from the kick.

-Shall I take your stockings off, Madame?

-Yes, you useless slave. I told you I wanted everything in order when I return. You’ll be punished for this.

Very gently I pulled her stockings down and removed them carefully. Her divine feet were dump from sweat. I kissed them softly. They were smelly after all these hours in the boots, but to me they smelled like roses.

-Does Madame wish to have a foot bath?

-Yes slave! Lick my feet clean. At least I hope you do this right. She tasted the coffee and the cake.

I took her right foot in my hands, while she rest the other on my back. Very carefully, I started licking it clean, sucking her toes and swallowing any dirt and smell. It took me about fifteen minutes. After drying it with my breath, I started with the other foot. When I finished, her feet were clean, her toe nails shinny. Taking both her feet in my hands, I started kissing them to show her my total submission.

-You may stop now slave, she said.

She bent closer to me and wrapped something around my neck. I realized it was a dog collar complete with rivets and a small padlock! She first tried it for size, and then she fastened it around my neck very tightly. She locked the padlock. I could barely breath.

-From now on, you’ll always wear this collar as proof of your miserable position.

-Thank you very much Madame, but I can hardly breath, I managed Escort Çankaya to whisper.

-I can imagine that, stupid. This is your punishment for forgetting to bring my slippers. Tomorrow morning I’ll slacken it for you.

She handed me a brand new dog leash.

-You keep this. You might need it, she said meaningfully.

Now put my slippers on, I wish to go to bed.

I did as I was told and followed her upstairs, taking the boots and stockings with me. After leaving everything in the bathroom I entered her room. She was waiting for me to undress her. After putting her night gown, she sat on the bed, waiting to have her feet kissed. Again I kissed them passionately. Still on my knees, between kisses, I said:

-May I beg your forgiveness for my carelessness ,Madame!. I promise it’ll never happen again.

-Yes but that won’t loosen your collar, my decision is final.

-Thank you very much Madame! I’m grateful. I’m so sorry to have disappointed you. If only there was a way to make it up for you.

-Don’t worry my poor slave. Her voice was soft now.

You got your punishment and I’ve already forgotten the incident. Just make sure it won’t happen again. Generally I’m quite pleased with your progress. But you have to be perfect in any aspect for my needs. Maybe my standards are high, but this is it. After all you are not in any position to decide. I decide what’s good for you and you have to trust me. Maybe if I decide to sell you to someone else, your life might become easier. But for as long as you are in my service, I’ll be very strict, for your own good.

-Yes Madame! Thank you very much for your concern. I have absolute trust on your decisions. I believe that everything you decide is for my own good. I’m sure that with your instructions, I’ll become the best servant you ever had. I’m so scared even thinking that you might sell me to another lady. But if this is your decision, I’ll obey, as I always do. I’m so sorry I disappointed you!

I began crying loudly. My tears were falling on her beautiful feet. I was still kissing her divine feet, licking them clean of tears at the same time. She left me there for some time to get calm. When I managed to put myself together, I started drying her feet with my warm breath.

-I’m very sorry Madame for the inconvenience I’ve caused. I’m useless.

-It seems you are very sensitive after all. I only hope, for your own sake, your intentions are sincere. Because if they aren’t then you are really in trouble. I also hate fake people you know. Even more fake slaves.

-No Madame, my intentions are sincere. I’m sorry to have disturbed your peace with my chattering.

-OK then. By the way, slave. I really liked the cake you baked for me. Now leave. I wish to sleep.

-Your wish is my command, Madame! Your humble slave bids you goodnight.

I left her room closing the door behind me. I went to the bathroom to tie up. I also cleaned her boots and put them in place. I went downstairs to make sure that everything was in order. Everything I was doing was harder now, since I couldn’t properly breath. Then I took the manicure set from the bathroom and went to my room. I put the alarm clock on for tomorrow morning. Next morning, when she calls me, I’ll go with the breakfast dish ready, I said to myself.

I lied down and started reading the book she gave me. I began thinking that treating nails wasn’t so difficult after all. Maybe I’ve got the talent, I thought. An arrogant thought maybe. But it made me happy. I tried practicing with nail varnish on my nails. It was difficult in the beginning, but after some time, following the instructions from the book, I was satisfied with my progress. I only hoped that my standards were close to Madame’s. I put the dog leash she gave me on the bed table by the clock. It was really late when I finally fell asleep…

Prestory warning, disclaimers, and dedication first. This story is for adults only. Whatever age your region deems to be old enough to view smut(adult material of a sexual nature), please be that age, at minimum, or come back later. This is written as a present for my great friend Catherine, a gorgeous, intelligent, fun, extremely submissive, cumhungry, petite, cuddleslut, redhead exhibitionist, who is into a lot of fetishes some label offensive or extreme while others love. This is not necessarily my usual fare, but it is hers. Especially since she is an exhibitionist slut, feel free to spread it around the web. However, it –is- solely my work and property, so please give credit as to the author and where you got it. Please do not downrate because you don’t care for the content involved. Judge it for the quality of the content. So for fair warning: This story/potential series will likely involve, or involves, Catherine’s biggest turn-ons, and one or a few of mine: oral(loooootssss of oral), anal, watersports, impregnation, public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mff, mf, mfm, tentacle cocks, bukkake, atm, ptm, cumswapping, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, toys, large insertions, snowballing, multiple penetrations, dpp, dap, mutant multicocked otherwise normal guy one-man-gangbang, gangbang, BDSM, very rough sex (greatly enjoyed by all parties involved), reluctance, and the kinkiest fetish of all… romance.

The night is quiet, the sky clear and beautiful as the stars twinkle, the full moon giving a soft, luminescent glow to everything. The 5′ 1″ tall redhead passing through the slightly chill, breezy night air barely notices this beauty, unlike most nights, though the rest of the world certainly takes note of the almost ethereal beauty and sensuality of her form. Her low cut, high hemmed black silk dress molds to her short, lithe body with every playful gust of wind; and is highlighted in every bar of revealing moonlight. This emphasizes her perky, firm, large handful C cup tits, long shapely legs, and firm, heart shaped ass; while the shimmering black material acts as a perfect contrast to her pale, lightly freckled skin. She is a bit pensive, lost in thought. She doesn’t feel the usual thrill and excitement she usually experiences when she notices the whistled and ogling appreciation of her sexiness shown by the men and women she passes. The fact just worsens her mood as she sees the repeated brief looks before each and every set of eyes return to those of the dates they are with. On February Fourteenth, Valentine’s day, when she should be giddy with excitement, need, planning to seduce and tease her chosen until she is raw, sore, sated, and barely still able to grin and beg for more when she sees the feral look return to his eyes as they cuddle… she is instead alone, in the cold, headed to Lover’s Nook with no real expectation but a few cold ones and her vibrator when she gets home.

“Hey Red.”, is the first thing that penetrates the fog enough to make her smile, even if only briefly. Her face lights up as the deep, warm, distracted voice of the bar’s friendly doorman and bouncer, Johnny, greets her. She grins for a moment when she follows his gaze and sees what Johnny’s hungry gaze is focused on: a man with an amazing, muscular ass, bending to retie his shoe. Her steps are lighter and bouncier as she steps over to get a big bear hug from the large, extremely muscled, and well-dressed man whose dark complexion and deep grey suit allow him to blend into the shadow of his recessed post easily. They chat a minute or three before Red goes on her way, raising two fingers to Sadie, the big-titted blonde owner and bartender of the cozy, dimly lit spot known only to the locals of Myrtle Beach that is usually fairly full. Once she sees Sadie nod, Red moves towards her usual section, one not too far from the bar, dartboard, pool table, bathroom, or small dance area, that is filled with cozy nooks and booths where small parties can freely mix and mingle with a bit of privacy. She returns to her thoughts, eyes lowered; thus not noticing the man that lounges in a booth a little behind her favorite spot in the deep shadows of the corner. It has a great view of the entire bar, including the walking wet dream’s booth.

It is forgivable, for like Johnny, he has that predatory air and grace, as well as an ability to blend in and be unseen, though his lithe, tall, lightly tanned frame, personality, and sexual orientation are far different from the ebullient, gay, ebony bodybuilder. He also has a few gifts that make hiding in plain sight, as well as sensing others, easier, among other things. He senses some things strongly, others less so, though it is always strongerr when he is concentrating. His eyes are drawn up from his glass by the discord, jasmine, and disappointment wafting in his direction. He becomes achingly erect when his stormy blue eyes catch sight of her bending to slide into her booth. It gives him a perfect view of her flexing, high heel-clad Beşevler Escort feet and bared legs, her squeezable full ass, and yankably long, silky, wavy, copper hair. He takes a long draught of his Long Island Iced Tea and a deep, quiet, calming breath, tasting her scent with all his senses while waiting, watching, wondering, and fantasizing a bit. He doesn’t have too long to wait before things get even more intriguing.

A 6’1″ tall, bubbly, bouncy, bombshell beauty sways up to Red’s table, wearing a tight fitting leather vest, pants, and black cowboy boots that perfectly compliment her raven tresses and deeply bronzed complexion. She leans in, giving her best friend a tight hug that mashes her burgeoning brabuster tits against her friend’s smaller handfuls, while her full lips brush one pale cheek then the other before her lips part and her honeyed drawl dances over his ears. “Hey Cat! Why you lookin so glum? Gorgeous night, you look gorgeous, the Nook is hoppin’. It’s Valentine’s Day! You know that means your always InHeat ass is gonna get wined, dined, and fucked raw by that cute thang you managed to wrangle a bit back! He come up fer air yet? Speakin of… Where’s Tom-? Oh…” A few slightly odd things she has noticed over the last few weeks click together in her head with her friends upset visage. “Oh, dayum…” She kisses Cat’s forehead then says, “It’s okay, talk to me sugar. You know I’ll always listen.”

Red nods her thanks as Sadie drops off their tall drinks, before replying, letting her watcher hear her voice for the first time. It is soft, husky, unmistakably southern, and is like music to his ears. “Hi to you too ‘Beth. Yep. He seemed so great and promising. Popped wood in the elevator we were pressed together in when we met for the first time. Just my type, tall, lithe, muscular but not musclebound, well dressed, and pretty hung, but when I got him into bed, he was a total dud.” His eyes arch as the ex’s deficiencies flow through her thoughts. He wouldn’t ever think to pull her hair, use cuffs, or use that cute restraint system Beth got her for Christmas… She shakes her head. “I suppose I should’ve figured when he said no to ramming my pussy full and giving me the pleasure of suckling and licking the cum off of his slowly softening, sensitive cock and balls.” The hunger emanating from her floods over him. He –knows- she craved nothing more than to have Tom’s long, thick, cock forced down her throat as hard and fast as he could ram his hips, coating the insides of her mouth and throat with both of their cum; delighting her tongue and submissive streak.

She takes a slug of her drink, then grimaces before continuing. “He tells me this morning, as I’m about to tell him I’ve got an extra special present for him, “We just aren’t compatible. You’re just too wild for me.” Can you believe it? I wonder if it was because I grabbed his cock in the movie theatre last night. There was only a coupla people way in the front. We were in the back row.” The movie, and thought of the risk, had gotten her so aching and dripping that she decided to take the opportunity. “I thought that was why he brought me, to get me all needy and fuck me silly. I was wrong. I need to find a tall, dark, handsome guy that gets rock hard in a heartbeat and rams his thick twitching cock into me before I can get onto his his lap.”

The raven-locked female clucks sympathetically, commiserating. “I know babe, I know. I lucked out with Simon. I can swallow his load as a wakeup call. I get a hot creamy reward in my quim before he goes to work any morning I want, and a rough breeding or two in the evening and before sleep are almost guaranteed. My day just isn’t the same without them, -and- he finds the best toys and playmates.” The man’s eye narrow thoughtfully, nostrils flaring as his muscles unconsciously clench. Images of him shoving the pair onto the tabletop keep flashing across his vision, each one involving different positions and toys. His breathing grows shallow, rapid, and strained when the thought of both suckling his cock meat crosses his mind, their tongues fighting over each bead of precum they milk from him as their lips move up and down.

His heartbeat quickens when he hears Red’s gorgeous, husky voice again. ‘Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever find –my- Prince Charming. It is so hard to find a worthy guy these days.” He shakes his head as he sees images, tinted with regret and yearning, passing through her mind. They never seem to be able to cum more than once or twice a day. She hasn’t found even one willing to love, dominate, -and- humiliate her as she so badly needs. She still hasn’t found one willing to let his friends gangbang her, or take her out to dinner with his cum plastering her face and tits, the delicious taste coating her tongue and throat. She looks at her friend, exasperation in her voice. “Is it really too much to ask for two cocks to be shoved into my pussy at the same time? Or to get to experience a cock Beşevler Escort Bayan every way possible, all at the same time?”

Her nipples harden as she thinks about those experiences, the large, pink nubs stretching her dress’ material even tighter. His own thoughts are overwhelmed, drawn into her fantasy, as images of cock shoved into her ass, quim, and mouth flood into hers. Other cocks pound into her fists, one forced between the arches of her closed feet, more using her hair like panties to stroke their cocks to orgasm, and/or use it to clean them off. They spray cum and urine into and onto every part of her body. He is able to focus again a few minutes later, just in time to hear “I’d never complain if I could find a man who wanted to fuck me all the time, or got cum in my hair a lot. I might even thank a deity or three, but I’m starting to think he doesn’t exist.”

She sighs, taking another sip of her Screwdriver as she leans into her friend’s hug, enjoying the soft, comforting warmth of her presence, while wistfully daydreaming about being marked by a mate with teeth, hands, nails, lips, cum, and piss, when and where ever they want. “I can’t even find one who will wake me up by pinning me to the bed to ravish me awake because he can no longer resist brutally shoving into my still wet fuck hole in one deep thrust.”

“Mmmhmmm girl. I love being held safe, happy, and protected in Simon’s muscular arms. There’s something about being surrounded by him, and waking up to him pistoning my cunt til his balls are wrung dry…”

Cat drifts off into fantasy a moment. The image is so intense that her voyeur is pulled into it completely. Both love the thought of forcing her awake to sate his need in her pussy, not letting her clean up so her day starts with a creamy filling, feeling their cum run down her thighs as she makes breakfast, and he can start his day going off to work grinning with a fully sated cock, or just leaving her in bed knowing his slut is equally content, ass still up on a pillow as he ordered, using her fingers and tongue to catch and lap up any droplets of cum that might escape her freshly defiled little cunt before she is allowed to roll over and get back to sleep.

The man’s rumbling growl of need at this revelation of her desires is quiet enough to go unheard, but Sadie, who happens to catch the expression on his face as she looks up and around to see if anyone needs a refill, feels a shock of fear and arousal run through her body, leaving her trembling a moment. She has known the man for years and never seen him with such blatant lust, such hunger, suffusing his being so thoroughly. He is always so controlled, such a perfect gentleman. Her pussy dampens, her nipples and clit swell as she wonders what is passing through his mind, wishing she was the lucky bitch that was going to be on the receiving end of whatever was going on in his head. She is sure from that look that some female is going to have a great Valentine’s night. She decides to keep an eye on things. She knows he is single. She finds herself thinking “Damn it Krys. I just might have to finally try to get you upstairs some night. Maybe a few nights.”

He sees nothing but the two women a few yards from him on their table. He sees them

with Red’s dress hiked, her lack of panties leaving her bare quim to his gaze, touch, and cock while her best friend is on her hands and knees above her with her vest ripped open and her pants hanging off one knee, begging to lap his shaft on every stroke in and out of Red’s quim while shoving her pussy into her friend’s eager mouth. The petite beauty licks and suckles the pussy that needily grinds against her mouth, which rewards every long flick of Red’s tongue to her clit with her dripping honey. They all know Red is about to be rammed full of cock cream in front of the whole bar crowd then licked clean by the woman that is like a sister to her, has no choice in the matter, and couldn’t be more turned on.

Meanwhile, Red shakes her head and forces the depressing thoughts from her mind for the evening. She is out with her best friend and they are going to have a good damned time. “I’m starting to wonder if it might be hopeless. I’m not letting it ruin our night though. I told you I’d keep you company since Simon has to work a few hours, and I promised you some fun!”

The gentleman continues to sit quietly, his intent gaze unnoticed by the beauties. He quietly and contentedly sips his drink, occasionally pulling the vape from his pocket and toking up unobtrusively. After all, these two gorgeous women always feel watched, particularly in a place like this. They invite it, and seem to feed off it. They alternate between talking, dancing with all who approach when they hit the small dance floor for songs they love, and playing a bit of pool. Several men and a few women approach them, but none seem to click, and eventually wander off. His suit feels ever tighter as the night Escort Beşevler goes on, his attention only taken occasionally from their forms when Sadie comes up to ask if he’s ready for a refill, or something to munch on.

He notes a slight difference in her interactions with him. Her hips sashay, she seems to flirt, and he’d swear her tits are bouncing just a lil more than usual, just to catch his eye. His eyes widen as her thought hits him. They’d always been fairly platonically friendly he thought. She was one of the few people he could never read very well at all. He was kinda quiet, reserved, and almost seemed to be shy at times. Sadie rarely mixed business and pleasure, though they had shared more than a few drinks and war stories over the few years he had been hitting the Nook. Since the widening and momentary shock happen while he is looking at her tits, he is caught, but when his eyes dart up to gauge her reaction, she has a twinkle in her eyes and says, “Thanks Krys”, before moving off as the bar gets busy again. –Definitely- more sway than normal, and she was pressing her tits together with her arms just before she turned away, showing just how nice a place they’d create for a rampant cock to blow a thick, creamy load of seed. He files the information away, the thought making his already developing case of blue balls worse, then returns his attention to the woman that has had his attention since she walked in.

The pair are the last two to leave, after shooting the shit with Sadie a bit. Red steps out to head home while her friend uses the bathroom, waiting on her squeeze to come for her. He quickly and quietly catches up to her, shadowing her steps from a safe distance behind her as she moves through the shadows of the side of the Nook, making sure she doesn’t notice him or suspect a thing, and that there are no threats before she gets to the better lit part of the street.

She is momentarily shocked as she gets to a cross alley that runs behind the Nook’s large industrial building, because she suddenly feels a calloused hand securely covering her mouth and positioned in such a way his arms pins her to his body and rub her sensitive nipples, while her crotch is suddenly cupped and yanked backwards, forcing her ass against a very hard, very large male package. His scent enfolds her like his arms. It is musky, slightly spicy, clean, and all male. He smells delicious. All this processes even as she is moving to dislodge him with a kick to his balls and a headbutt. Unfortunately for her, he anticipated her resistance and positioned his legs to foil her genital attack while using his long reach to keep his face safe. Her attempted strike exposes her throat. His head darts forward, teeth nipping the delicate pale flesh just above where her collarbone and the side of her throat meet. He bites, suckles, and tastes hungrily, leaving marks that will last for days.

A low, pleased, feral, sexy growl rasps across her ears as she feels his teeth sink in. She instinctively knows it is one of intense pleasure, possession. That certainty increases the pleasure and pain of the quick bite lancing through her body. The whole time, he is moving her with him into the deepest shadows of the Nook’s delivery area, and pushing her up close to the wall, his legs still within hers so she will find it very hard to kick back at him. While she is still trying to find a way out of his grip and deal with the effects of his very possessive and pleasurable bite, she hears the smokiest, sexiest, need filled voice she has ever heard saying, “If you don’t fight, you won’t get injured. You’ll get exactly what a lil cock worshipping fuckslut like you needs. If you struggle too much I can’t promise you anything.” His grip tightens to the point she cannot squirm or moan when they faintly hear a few doors open and shut, and the voice of Sadie saying goodbye to Beth and her boyfriend before the three drive away. “The last people who could help you just left. I swear you won’t get anything from me, except maybe pregnant, so just enjoy it. Don’t try to scream for help or fight, understand? I won’t get really mean unless you make me… Or if you beg for me to like a proper, desperate, cumdump. Well, can I remove my hand so we both enjoy this even more?”

She absorbs his words quickly, noticing he doesn’t say she won’t be hurt, only that she won’t be injured. The small bite mark that still throbs from his rough marking emphasizes that difference, just as the fingers between her thighs rubbing and grinding her womanhood through her dress, combined with the hard mass of flesh behind her, tells her what “this” is. She is going to be fucked. She wants to think raped, her mind insists upon it, but her drooling cunt says otherwise. She finds herself humiliatingly aroused by the way this stranger is treating her, the things he is calling her, the way he is taking what he needs and not giving her a chance to deny him, only making her decide how rough her breeding shall be. She feels her wetness slicking her inner thighs. Her nipples feel like diamonds, harder and more sensitive than ever before. Every time either of their bodies shift position, her nipples rub against the silk of her dress, and through the thin material, his somewhat rougher suit and the corded muscle of his flesh beneath.

Chapter 8: Training Day

Jeff was steel reeling from Janice’s balloon talk. He never imagined that just hearing Janice talk about balloons, and how carelessly she blew them and popped them, would make him so horny. He certainly never imagined that this straight-laced woman would suddenly grab his package and start masturbating him. And he also never imagined that she would suddenly stop.

But given that they had just walked through a door marked “BALLOON TRAINING ROOM”, Jeff didn’t think it would be long before someone or something finished what Janice had inadvertently started (and so nearly finished).

Inside the small room, they found a woman with short brown hair sitting at a desk, just starting to inflate a yellow balloon. The desk’s surface was awash in bags of balloons, and right in front of her was a pile of busted balloon nozzles with shards of latex hanging from them. Bits of busted balloon littered the floor, and a few wet bits of latex stuck to the walls. There was a tiny piece of a pink balloon in the woman’s hair.

Jeff knew that such tiny shards usually meant a virgin balloon that had been blown to destruction. It was obvious that the woman was training for the balloon test Janice had told him about, which consisted of blowing a large number of balloons so tight that they were within two breaths of bursting. Jeff could imagine the test, with this pretty woman blowing balloons big and tight, tying them off, and then passing them the inspector (Janice, perhaps?), who would untie them and begin blowing long, hard breaths of her own. Any balloon that couldn’t be blown to destruction in two breaths didn’t count. Jeff wondered what happened to the rejects, the ones that were able to take two big blows without exploding. Would the tester blow again and again, perhaps to show the newbie balloon blower how far she had come up short? Or would she unceremoniously stab it with a pin or dig her fingernails into it, the way Janice had destroyed the cum-soaked balloon in his room? Jeff felt his member warming up to try its missed shot again.

“Hi Megan,” Janice said. “How’s it going?”

The woman emptied her lungs, swelling the yellow balloon until it was the size of a grapefruit, then said, “Hi, Janice. I’m slogging through.”

“How many are you up to?” Janice asked as Megan blew another puffy-cheeked breath into the balloon. It made a rapid and impressive increase in size.

“This is my thirty-third in a row. I did the whole 50 yesterday, but the sizes weren’t quite right. Anya was helping me out, and there were a couple that took three blows to pop instead of two. That’s a fail, right?” Her chest strained against her blouse as she filled her lungs, and Jeff could see the outline of her nipples against the fabric. It looked like she wasn’t wearing… but no, who comes to work without a bra? Meanwhile, Megan blew another big, long breath into the balloon as she waited Çamlıdere Escort for Janice’s answer.

“Yes, but there’s a little flexibility. If you blow a couple that are undersize, they’ll sometimes overlook it. Did you overinflate any?”

“Only two,” Megan said brightly. “It was toward the end, I was getting a little light-headed and I wasn’t paying attention. I almost jumped out of my skin when they popped! Two isn’t bad, right?. When I started, I was overinflating at least ten. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, I was just blowing and blowing and blowing until I heard the bang. But I’ve been doing better today, I haven’t had a single accidental overinflation. Anya said you can kind of tell when the balloon is ready to let go, because the resistance changes. I think I’ve figured out what she’s talking about.”

“Anya would know,” Janice said. “She probably blows up more balloons than anyone in this place. She’s like a machine. I was pretty good when I was a maid, but she gets through even more balloons than I did. She’s not helping you today?”

“Nope,” Megan said, after emptying another massive lung-full of air into the big yellow balloon. “Apparently someone had a big party in one of the suites last night, and Tammy is out sick, so Anya has to clean up the shards and blow up all the new balloons herself.” Megan shifted slightly. From the way her blouse jiggled, Jeff was now positive there was nothing under her thin blouse. She wasn’t as busty as Tracy (was anyone?), but she certainly wasn’t flat chested, that was for sure, and he had always dreamed of a braless girl blowing big balloons for him… Oh, God, he thought. Please, don’t let me jizz right now.

“Between you and me, that’s no big loss,” Janice said. “Tammy’s useless. She won’t quit smoking and she blows up balloons about as quickly as old people fuck.” She glanced at Jeff. “Sorry. Insider information. Don’t tell.”

“I’m OK without Anya,” Megan said. “I’m blowing them up until I think they are the right size, then seeing how much they take to pop,” She blew again, long and hard. It was obvious to Jeff that the yellow balloon didn’t have long to live. “I’ve been able to pop most of them in two breaths, and I don’t think I can blow as hard as Anya does.”

“No one blows as hard as Anya does,” Janice said. “That girl can just about fill a 9″ balloon in one breath.”

“Yeah, well, she certainly has a big set of lungs,” Megan said, and both women laughed at a joke Jeff didn’t get.

“Go on,” Janice said, “finish blowing that one up and I’ll test it for you. By the way, this is Jeff, a guest at the hotel. I’m taking him to see the popping room. Jeff, this is Megan. She just hired on as a maid. She was a sousaphone player for USC.”

“Go Trojans,” Megan said. “Nice to meet you, Jeff.” She blew again, long and deep, and the balloon squealed in protest.

“H-h-hi,” Jeff Çamlıdere Escort Bayan stammered. He was picturing the scene: The beautiful (and apparently braless) Megan was going to blow up this balloon up until it was big and full, and then she was going to hand it to Janice, who would blow it to smithereens! He’d given up on not cumming in front of Janice, who, fortunately, didn’t seem to be bothered. But he was pretty sure the sight of him blasting a load of hot spunk was the last thing the new hire wanted to see.

They watched in silence as Megan huffed and puffed and blew the yellow balloon bigger and bigger. Jeff felt uneasy staring, but it was clear that Megan didn’t mind. She intended to be watched, but perhaps not for the reasons Jeff had in mind. No, he thought, I have to look away, otherwise I’m going to…

And then he felt Janice’s hand on his crotch again.

She was squeezing his massive bulge in time to Megan’s breaths. When Megan inhaled, she would let go. When she blew, Janice would squeeze. He couldn’t believe it – the stand-offish Janice was jerking him off in time to Megan’s balloon blowing! He panicked at the thought that Megan would see what she was doing, but of course she couldn’t, because her face was obscured by the giant yellow balloon she was so rapidly inflating. Jeff looked over at Janice, but she was watching Megan dispassionately.

Blow. Squeeze. Blow. Squeeze. How could a looner boy take much more?

“What do you think?” Megan asked. She turned to the side and emptied another massive lung-full of air. Her cheeks, red with effort, bulged as she blew.

“Your call,” Janice said. “I passed my blowing test years ago.”

“I think it’ll take one more big blow without popping,” Megan said, but Jeff wasn’t sure if the same would hold true for him. He willed himself not to explode as Megan blew and Janice squeezed.

“There, I think that should do it,” Megan said. “Can you test it?”

“Sure,” Janice said, taking the balloon in the hand that had just been massaging Jeff’s rock-hard member. She tapped the balloon with expert fingers, and Jeff remembered them digging into another balloon, mercilessly squeezing until it burst. “This feels pretty good. I think it’s going to pop on the first blow.” She turned to Jeff. “Better hold your ears, sweetie, this is going to be loud.”

Janice took a deep breath and put the balloon to her lips. Her hand went back to Jeff’s bulging pants, and he looked with panic towards Megan – but she was busy sifting through the balloons on the desk, presumably trying to find the right size balloon to blow next. The yellow balloon she had blown so big was about to be destroyed by Janice’s mighty lungs, and Megan was already looking for her next victim.

Janice furrowed her brow, puffed out her cheeks, and began to apply pressure to Jeff’s cock as she started to blow into Escort Çamlıdere the balloon. The neck bent crazily and the latex squealed. I can’t take this, thought Jeff, as she squeezed harder and harder. If she keeps squeezing –

But she didn’t, because after a second of blowing, the balloon exploded with an ear-splitting KABAM!! that seemed to shake the tiny room. Jeff nearly jumped out of his skin, but neither Megan nor Janice so much as flinched. Tiny yellow bits of latex fell around them like snow, remains of the balloon that had been shattered by Janice’s breath. This is it, Jeff thought, now I’m going to pop, too! But just as Megan looked up, Janice took her hand away from Jeff’s pants. How he managed not to blow his load was something he would wonder about for many years to come.

“Great job!” said a beaming Janice, tossing the remains of the balloon’s nozzle on the pile with the others. “That was a perfectly blown balloon. You’ll pass your test with flying colors.”

“Yeah, if I can only get that six foot balloon blown up,” Megan said, stretching a red balloon. Jeff looked at the nozzle, and thought of what it would look like in about five minutes’ time: A tiny ring of latex with a few shards still attached. “I got one of the six footers blown pretty big, but Anya thought I still had another twenty minutes of blowing before it burst. But twenty minutes of blowing for Anya is an hour for me!” She rolled her eyes inhaled deeply, and blew her first big breath into her next latex victim, which blossomed into a dark green orb.

“Anya’s a pretty good judge of lungpower,” Janice said as Megan blew the red balloon to the size of a basketball. “If she said you’re twenty minutes from popping it, you’re twenty minutes from popping it. Of course, she’d probably blow it to popping in ten.”

“Yeah,” Megan agreed. “By the way, thanks for the tip about taking off my bra,” Megan said. “You’re right, freeing the girls makes blowing a lot easier.” Megan’s cheeks reddened. “Oops, sorry, I’m not supposed to talk about that in front of the guests, am I?”

“It’s okay, Jeff’s a friend,” Janice said. “Anyway, we’ve got to get going. Keep at it, you’ll do fine.” Megan, who was in mid-blow, just smiled, and gave Jeff a quick wink just before blowing the balloon big enough to obscure her face. Jeff followed Janice out of the room.

“Why did you-” Jeff started to say, but Janice put a finger over her lips as she pulled the door closed. She started to laugh. “I’m sorry, we’re not supposed to touch the guests, but I just couldn’t help myself. The look on your face when she started to blow and I started to squeeze… priceless! Oh, and Tracy didn’t mention what a big boy you were.”

“Tracy said-“

But just then a door banged open up the hall, and a familiar voice called out. “Hey, where are you taking my new boyfriend?”

“Well, speak of the devil,” Janice said with a smile, as the buxom cook walked out one of the doors and into the hallway.

So far, every single meeting with Tracy had resulted in an orgasm – once in his hand and once in her mouth. Now, with two balloon blowing babes who both had expressed more than a passing interest in him, he wondered what was going to happen next.

The next time we had a sexual encounter, it was a little unexpected. When we got together and had out session of dominance, we had a code name for it, we called it ‘venting.’ So if she ever felt the need to be dominated she would tell me she needed a vent, or if I wanted some rough fun, I’d tell her I needed to vent. It worked out funny, because people thought we were just frustrated, which we were, just not in the way that they were thinking!

Anyway one day I was trying to organize some stuff for a competition I had entered, I was walking through town, heading to my place, but decided to stop off for a visit, I arrived to a coffee already made, put my folder down on her kitchen table explained I was on hold and had been for almost 10 minutes, and setup office on her table trying to figure out what I was going to do.

She looked at all my stuff on the table and commented that it looked stressful and asked if I needed to have a vent, as she asked Beypazarı Escort she slid her hand down on to my crotch. I stupidly made the comment that I was too stressed for that! WTF right! But she knew me to well by that stag, and dropped to her knees, pulled my leg around and said ‘Nothing wrong with your cock in my mouth while your on hold is there?’ I didn’t argue, but just as she wrapped her lips gently around the head of my cock, the guy at the other end of line came back on…perfect timing right!

So here I was getting the blowjob of a lifetime, and this dude was trying to talk to me, it was kind of off putting talking to a guy while getting my cock sucked, but my naughty school girl made sure I stayed hard whilst chatting on the phone.

I finally organised what I needed done, and the conversation was over, she didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, she was a woman o a mission, and that mission was to have me unload Beypazarı Escort Bayan in her mouth! I didn’t take much longer, I whispered dirty thoughts to her, commenting that she liked doing this while I was talking on the phone, and that it turned her on, knowing I was having an everyday conversation, while she was on her knees.

I came hard, and she once again sword swallowed my load, as soon as she felt my balls tighten, she was deep down and hard as she could, as was amazing as usual! This new idea of doing this in everyday life had started something in both of us, and was an interesting route we traveled.

I recall this one night I had been out and about, I was walking home passed her house, and it was lower than the road, so you could look into her dining room/kitchen area from the footpath without actually having to go down into her property.

She had no idea obviously, because this one as I walked Escort Beypazarı past her house, I had no intentions of stopping, but something caught my eye. It set my inner voyeur alight, as I walked past I caught a glimpse of her moving in the dining room area, I was going to wave and catch her attention, but then I quickly clicked she was completely butt naked wondering around her house! I didn’t realize when we started having fun that she was quite the naturalist, this one night I have no idea what she had been doing, but I could quite easily see what was about to happen from the dildo on the table!

Big, black and thick, she loved that thing, suction cup for multiple positions, I wasn’t that big, I’ll be the first to admit it, but it is a major turn on seeing her satisfy herself with her collection and my collection for that matter of sexual aids! She has grown quite fond of the toy box, and its ever growing contents.

But this voyeur situation is indeed a story for a future story, it was the first time, but most definitely wasn’t the last time, it really did set my curiosity a light, her in the bath, her in the shower, her on her bed, her in her lounge, her at her parent’s house with another conquest! The stuff we did back then, looking at it now… 😉

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Sarkopheros Says:

Not much to say about this one. I did not expect it to become so enormous as it is. This one has taken the record of the longest Brod story at 9,510 words. And almost all of them are a messy fuckfest. I’m pretty happy with myself for it. It also marks the first occasion of an FFM threesome I’ve written for Brod.

Anyway, if you read the last story, you know what to expect. Lots of ludicrous, messy sex, and a whole lot of cum inflation. There are also themes of interracial sex and age difference.

Strictly speaking, you don’t have to read Nice Young Man, Part 1 before this, but it helps. Enjoy!

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Click-clack. I heard the front door opening.

I sighed and relaxed, lying back against the couch. Estelle was still slumped against her belly, groaning as she kneaded at it. It was so swollen that I could easily see it bulging out to the sides. The remains of her dress laid in tatters under her stomach.

I heard footsteps approach. Then Jessica called out, “Brod? Ms. Borgelin?”

“In here,” I hollered.

She jiggled around the corner, her enormous hips wobbling, heavy tits bouncing. Her top exposed her soft, caramel-colored tummy. “Brod, I didn’t understand — oh my god!” she gasped, putting her hands on her cheeks. “What did you do?!”

“The same thing I did to you,” I chuckled. I rubbed my hand over Estelle’s back, enjoying the sensation of the heat and silkiness engulfing my still-pulsing organ. I could feel my own thick sperm flowing and shifting around my glans every time the teacher breathed. Slick sexual slush oozed out around my cock and over my balls into the puddle under us. Pumping liter after liter of cum into a womb is an indescribable feeling, but feeling your own raging sperm swirling and flowing around your cock feels incredible, as well. I ran my hands over the dark expanse of Estelle’s belly.

“I. Mmm. I asked him to invite you,” said the teacher as she gazed blearily at her student. “For extra credit, you see….”

“Extra credit,” repeated Jessica.

“I treated her the way I treated you,” I explained. “And now she wants to watch what it looks like when it happens to someone else,” I chuckled.

“Oh, uh….” Jessica bit her lower lip. “Wow.” She giggled nervously.

“Ms. Diaz, there’s no need to be shy,” said Estelle.

“You have to admit that this is pretty weird,” said Jessica. “You’re so big!”

“And. Mmh. I’m going to watch you get every bit as big, young lady. You’re looking overdressed,” she chuckled.

“Y-you want me to take my clothes off?” she asked incredulously.

“No, I want both of you to take your clothes off,” Estelle purred, looking back over her shoulder at me. It seems that while we waited for Jessica, she’d recovered enough energy to start giving orders.

“Hell, I’ll go first, if it makes you feel better,” I chuckled to Jessica. I was still wearing most of my clothes.

She rolled her eyes and put her hands on those wide, wide hips. Estelle looked over at our reflection in the window and said, “Well, get to it, Brod.”

I unbuttoned my vest and shrugged my broad shoulders as I pulled it off. My fingers moved down my chest as I undid my buttons, exposing the undershirt beneath. I pulled my shirt away, then the undershirt, the white cloth slipping free of my pants. My soft stomach was now exposed, up against Estelle’s back, my honeyed complexion stark against her darkness.

I saw Jessica licking her lips and taking a deep breath as she watched. I don’t think it was so much the actual sight of my body as her association with the pleasure that it brought. Then again, the air in the room was thick … if the sight wasn’t enough, the evidence of the thorough fucking I’d given her teacher hung in the air like a fog. I saw the front of Jessica’s shorts darkening.

Estelle herself moaned in front of me as I stripped. “I can feel your heartbeat inside me,” she purred. “You know, Jessica, it wasn’t just you,” she chuckled.

“Wasn’t just me, what?” she asked, sitting next to me on the couch. Her caramel-colored hand settled on my cock. She bit her lower lip as she felt the thick, slick coating. Jess began to rub over what length wasn’t buried in her teacher.

“You know him. He’s slept with how many girls at UTB?” asked the teacher.

“I have no idea,” answered Jessica. “He doesn’t keep count.”

“Other students have told me all about him. Hngh. Isn’t there something deliciously … just mmmh instinctively right. Having yourself stretched around the … biological siege engine … responsible for wrecking how many thousands before us? Mm. Submitting to a stud who’s proven himself time and time again,” groaned the teacher. Fuck, was her voice sexy … like warm molasses being drizzled on the tongue. Dark, sultry, sweet.

But I had to something to say to that voice. “Ladies, I’m right here,” I chuckled. “And I’m not sure if I can get my pants off right now,” I grumbled.

Jessica Aydınlıkevler Escort smiled and said, “Well, maybe we can get those shoes off.” She stood up and began to undo my shoelaces. With Estelle sitting on my cock, it would have been tremendously awkward to get them myself. I relaxed again, rubbing my hands over the teacher’s nice hips, watching as Jessica smiled up at both of us, perhaps a bit bashfully. She pulled the socks from my feet. I knew she wasn’t usually quite this shy, but I think that her teacher’s presence was throwing her off. Jessica was no stranger to what I did.

“I’m as naked as I can get right now,” I said, rubbing my hands up Estelle’s belly once more. I loved the feeling of my jizz sloshing inside her, the sight and sensation of my hands and fingers sinking into that flesh. “So why don’t you take it off, Jess?”

Jessica looked at Estelle. Estelle said, “You heard him.”

She nodded and smiled. “Sorry, it’s just weird, because, you know, you’re my teacher,” she explained.

“And we’re all going to learn something today,” quipped Estelle. “And look at it this way. This is weird for you? You’ve seen Brod’s aftermath before. I haven’t fucked anyone in about a year. How do you think I feel? About you coming in here, seeing your dear old professor turned into a blimp?”

“Huh. Guess that is true,” Jessica chuckled and turned away from us, bending down, perking up the enormous ass she knew I loved so much. “This is still weird, though.”

“I agree,” said Estelle.

Each of Jessica’s cheeks was easily bigger than her head, and so very round. They gently quivered as she pulled her little shorts down, exposing a g-string that concealed nothing. I was already rock-hard with my cock buried inside a hot pussy, but fuck if that sight didn’t make me just a little hornier. My monolithic member pulsed harder, my precum pumping into Estelle faster, keeping her belly nice and swollen.

The student licked her lips, slipping out of her sneakers before straightening up, kicking her shorts aside. The motion sent ripples through her thick thighs and juicy rump.

Jessica wiggled back and forth, slipping her thumbs under her g-string as she stretched it down around her wide hips. It fell to the ground. She turned around, licking her lips as she stood in front of us, slipping her top up, her heavy tits bouncing free.

Her incredible body was bared, every luscious, caramel-complected curve. She licked her lips. “Now what should I do?”

“I think we should put on a little show for your teacher, call it a group assignment,” I suggested.

“That is a fine idea,” agreed Estelle.

“Unfortunately, that means I have to pull my cock out of you,” I lamented.

“A sacrifice I’ll have to make.”

I slipped my meaty hands up under her knees and shifted until I could stand. As her weight moved atop my cock, it shifted inside her, pushing up into her womb hard. Slorsch-slorsch. I could hear all those gallons of jizz I’d shot into her sloshing in her belly, a hot shifting slurry of sperm that swirled around my shaft.

“Fuck!” cried Estelle. I felt her pussy twitch and squeeze my cock. She slipped slightly lower as I turned around, organ throbbing with vigor inside her.

“Get ready, I’m gonna put you down,” I said as I turned so she was facing the couch. As I turned, I felt hot jets of goo hitting my legs. The shift and increase in pressure caused my seed to spray out around my ludicrous girth. It rolled down my slacks, soaking them. And then, of course, as I moved, my slacks fell down around my ankles. I stumbled and fell forward, dropping Estelle on her belly.

“Augh!” She threw her arms forward to catch herself. I lurched forward. My cock buried another couple of inches in her. Her belly stretched out. Pints of jizz shot out onto my belly and legs. Splisch! Estelle shuddered as her pussy gripped me tightly and her orgasm began spraying out around me.

Jessica bit her lower lip. I felt her hands on my shoulders as I gripped her teacher’s hips, riding out the orgasm with her. She reached around me and wrapped her hands around the substantial portion of cock not inside of Estelle. I felt her lips at my neck as she stroked me. Mixed juices poured out around my organ. The hot silk gripped and loosened and pulsed as Estelle came. It took almost a minute for her to stop.

“O-ooh…,” she cooed.

I put my hands on her ass and began to pull out of her. She absently pawed at the leather of the chaise, gripping handfuls as I pulled backwards. Schlllrrrp. My cock kept slipping out, out … so much of it was buried in her. Thick layers of white were painted on its surface, stopping abruptly two thirds down my shaft, showing exactly how much of my gigantic organ she’d taken.

I looked over my shoulder at Jessica and grinned. “Do you see a big bottle somewhere?”

“I don’t know.” Her hands released me and she Aydınlıkevler Escort Bayan turned to look in the nearby kitchen. I heard clinking. She held up a wine bottle.

I shook my head. “Bigger,” I said.

She tapped her chin before holding up a two-liter bottle of pineapple soda.

I nodded. “Bring it here.”

Jessica came over and handed me the plastic bottle. If Estelle was aware of what we were doing, she gave no indication. I pulled the rest of the way out. Pop! My softball-sized glans popped free, dripping with torrid seed. GLURSCH! Jizz gushed from her gaping, ruined pussy like a water main. At least until I shoved the base of the soda bottle into her. I grabbed a handful of ass for leverage as I worked it inside. It fit easily. Schliiiip. Soon, only the white cap poked from her entrance. My jizz was secure inside.

Estelle moaned as I rolled her over and pulled her backward so she was sitting up against the back of the chase, her legs splayed out in the pool of spunk leaking over the sides. I grabbed the remains of her dress and literally tore them off her body. Schriip! Every inch of her gorgeous, dark-mahogany skin was now exposed. Her belly shined with sweat, a great dome like an exercise ball, spilling over most of her thighs, concealing the white cap of the bottle between her legs. It must have been poking into the pool of jizz.

I licked my lips and looked at Jessica. My organ pumped with hunger. She bit her lip and looked down at it.

I kicked my pants aside and said, “Clean it up. It would be rude to give you sloppy seconds,” I chuckled. I grabbed my boxers about the waist band and pulled. Schrriiip! I tore the underwear in half above the slit through which my cock was jutting, preventing normal removal. They fell to the floor, and now I was completely naked. I always kept spare underwear in the car. I was constantly losing pairs at random girls’ houses—I didn’t care about an individual pair.

“Yeah, because this is the first time you gave me ‘sloppy seconds’ ,” she said with a roll of her dark eyes. Jessica knelt and brushed some of her jet-black mane out of her face. She ran her tongue over her full, maroon lips and grinned up at me.

“Ooh, yes, clean him up,” grumbled Estelle. She groaned and ran her hands over her enormously swollen belly.

Jessica glanced over and winked at the teacher before wrapping both hands around my titanic cock, fatter than her arms and longer than my thigh. She lifted the head. “So heavy,” she groaned. Her hot little tongue slipped free as she began to run it up my erection’s belly. I sighed in pleasure as I felt her scooping the thickly layered spunk into her throat. I could feel the shift of her lips, hear the gluck-gluck as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of spent, still-steaming jizz. I looked down. I saw the glistening rivulets of clear nectar rolling down her thick thighs from her entrance.

Her hair brushed my cock as she moved back down to the base, slipping the tongue under the first wrinkle in my sack and drawing it up once more, slurping sloppily, whiteness rubbing off, sticky spunk painting her cheeks. She moaned as she swallowed more of my seed. I remained standing to give Estelle a good view of the spectacle. Thick, yogurt-like globs of goop splatted all over Jessica’s luscious skin. She was lighter than Estelle, but a fair bit darker than me. The white rolled as she slurped it up, moaning. “There’s so much,” she panted. Jessica’s hands were entirely insufficient for the gargantuan organ she was working. She had to stretch her arms out almost all the way just to stroke me.

Estelle noticed, because she said, “Dear god, that thing is! Mmmmh. Absolutely gigantic! I can’t believe I took so much cock!”

“That’s how we all feel,” purred Jessica.

“And no other cock feels the same after mine,” I chuckled.

I ran my fingers through her thick, soft hair. Jessica moaned and looked up at me . Then she pulled the head of my cock down so that she could clean the top of it. Full maroon lips left shining, honey-tanned skin glistening in the light. The white layers of gunk disappeared. Once more, I could feel the cool air against my moist skin, as well as the heat of her breath. Dainty fingers rubbed over the skin as she complained, “Your cock smells funny.”

“You love it.”

“I know this smell way too well,” she admitted.

I looked at Ms. Borgelin. She grinned at me, straightening her glasses, and licked her lips. For how long had her hand been between her thighs, teasing her clit? I wasn’t sure. But it was a wonderful sight. Her other hand was on the neck of the soda bottle, and she was actually pumping it in and out … as well as she could, anyway. Her belly completely engulfed her forearm and hid it from view, her hand re-emerging from underneath to pump the two-liter in and out by a couple inches.

Jessica hefted my melon-sized balls. She needed a hand Escort Aydınlıkevler for each—though really, two hands for each nut would have been preferable. Four or six would have been nice, too. My nuts were so enormous that her fingers actually sunk into their surfaces, the titanic spheres molding slightly to her grip.

“They’re as large as your head!” gasped the teacher.

Jessica moaned as she ran her tongue slowly through a fold in my sack. “If he fucked you missionary, you’d feel like you were being spanked,” she told her instructor. The puddle of her nectar spread out under her, creeping towards my feet.

“I don’t doubt it,” groaned Estelle, her fingers accelerating. “It’s just so different. Watching versus feeling. Seeing that ungodly thing I took! It’s enough to. It’s just so. Knowing. The seeing. Ugh!” She shuddered and gasped, hot juices squirting out around the soda bottle.

“Schlooorp,” was Jessica’s reply. She sucked spunk out of the folds in my sack, moaning and grunting as she lifted my sack up, licking up the back side. Jessica bit gently, pulling at mouthfuls of the thick skin. I felt her hard teeth digging into the flesh—enough to grip, not enough to hurt. My cock was now shining and clean, except for the constant stream of precum I was pouring. It sluiced from the tip of my cock, adding to the puddle under Jess.

“Missionary, there’s an idea,” I rumbled. I pointed at the chaise and told Jessica, “Lay down … as much as I wanna watch that fat ass wobble, Ms. Borgelin won’t be able to see much if I fuck you doggy on the floor.”

Jessica’s eyes darted to her teacher. “I guess you’re right. Where’s the fun without showing off?”

Ms. Borgelin chuckled deeply at this, making her bodacious belly jiggle. She bit her lower lip and watched.

Jessica turned around and sat down on the edge of the chaise before leaning back. She looked over her shoulder before lying down with a long purr. The hot jizz on the chaise stuck to her back and soaked into her hair. She inhaled the sexual scent deeply, licking her lips as she looked up at me, spreading her thick thighs apart. Jessica scooped up handfuls of spunk and slathered them all over her soft belly and fat tits. She rested her head against Estelle’s gigantic belly. It sunk into the chocolatey dome, making it quiver. Estelle licked her lips and rubbed her hands over Jessica’s shoulders.

Jess bit her lip as I stood between her legs. I hefted my giant cock with both hands and slapped it down on her stomach. Smack! Generous jugs jiggled and she moaned. The glans was gushing boiling-hot pre all over her chest and between her tits. It rolled over her neck. The base of my cock was at her slit.

She grabbed my member with both hands and began to stroke its length, slathering jizz and precum all over it. Estelle’s hands joined her, though all she could reach was the glans, which she dutifully polished using handfuls of my pouring pre.

I leaned my head back and groaned loudly at the ceiling. I was so hard, my cock practically bouncing up and down with need atop Jessica. “I can’t handle this,” I rumbled at her. She panted as she watched what I did.

I pulled my cock back and gripped it just behind the glans. The grapefruit-sized crown kissed her slit. I grabbed her meaty hips, my fingers sinking into her pliable flesh. She moaned and leaned forward to grab my shaft. I grunted and shoved forward. Gliiisch. The heated flesh spread around my cock and caressed the glans, silkiness slickly accepting me. She’d taken my cock several times now, so getting it into her wasn’t as much of a task as it once was.

But it was still very slow. Both of her fists didn’t add up to my cock’s head. The dark lips stretched and stretched as they struggled with my girth, their pink edges forming a thin circle around me. I felt my steaming syrup pouring into her. We all saw it as the bulge appeared in her lower belly. Ms. Borgelin gasped as she saw exactly how deep I was.

“B-Brod! Oh, god!” Jessica cried and closed her eyes tightly. She arched her back and spread her legs further. My powerful hands slipped down and gripped up under her ass, my fingertips digging in and seizing handfuls of flesh as leverage. I began to pump my hips to drive my organ deeper into her body, her head-sized tits bouncing and jiggling, slapping her body audibly, her soft belly quivering.

More and more of my monstrous manhood stretched her insides out, rudely pushing organs aside as it made a fleshy tent in her belly, her navel rising into the air atop my glans.

“Almost horrifying, but so sexy…,” muttered Estelle.

Jessica gave the eloquent response of, “Oh my fuck!” Her body began to bounce as I began to pump more rapidly into her, my glans already shoving up against the barrier to her womb, demanding entry to her sacred depths.

“I was barely cognizant when you showed me that nasty bulge in my own stomach,” continued the teacher. “It’s amazing!”

“Feels better than it looks….,” grunted Jessica.

I rumbled with a throaty growl as I pounded her cervix, my fleshy battering ram slowly stretching it and forcing it to dilate. Jessica moaned as my thrusts scooted her up the semen-slicked couch and deeper into Estelle’s bloated belly. Both of them jiggled madly. Glusch-glusch-glusch.