To recap. I had answered an ad on craigslist from a married mom that wanted nasty stories sent to her email account. I sent one, and ‘Jane’ loved it. The mom asked me to create two more. One would be where she is the ‘entertainment’ for a party. In the other story she plays with a man’s cock and balls, keeping him on the edge of orgasm for hours.

In Jane Entertains the writer sent an email setting the stage for ‘Jane’ to become the entertainment at a party. It was intended as written foreplay, the writer wanting to get ‘Jane’ hot and wanting more.

FW: Jane Entertains

My dear Jane,

I had left you soaking in the tub after admonishing you to not play with your pussy. I went into the bedroom to lay out the clothes you were going to be wearing for the rest of the evening. New black stockings, black garter belt and black high cut briefs are laid out. The briefs are thin, lots of lace, delicate, feminine. I pick a pair of red stiletto heels and put them out for you. I place the wrist and ankle cuffs next to your clothes, intending to give a hint of things to come. A blindfold gets placed on top of the cuffs. I make sure the red lipstick Anna had given you to try is placed prominently on your makeup table. I turn on some soft music and then check on you. You are engrossed in your book, and I notice that your left hand is stroking your breast.

I go downstairs into the entertainment room, walk in front of the larger flat panel, then reach up to one of the ceiling tiles. It gets pushed out of the way, revealing a pad eye bolted thru the exposed joist and a carabiner clipped to the eye. I get a length of white nylon rope, and loop one end thru the hanging metal loop. I’m not sure about the spreader bar yet, I think I’ll keep it handy and see where the night leads us. I turn on the TV’s, then the two video cameras, adjust the lights so only the center of the room is lit. I get wine from the small refrigerator and put it out next to the trays loaded with goodies on the side cabinet under the smaller flat panel. I lay out glassware, open one of the bottles and pour out two glasses. I take them and leave the room.

It’s getting to be evening, so I turn on a few lights on the main floor, enough to be able to walk around and not bump into furniture. I head into the kitchen, put the two glasses of wine on the counter and put some ice into a bucket. I grab some cheese from the refrigerator and slice it onto a plate, add some snack crackers. Other small nibbling type of food gets put onto another plate. I bring the ice and snacks into the entertainment room and lay it out next to the wine.

Oops, mobile starting to signal I got a text. I open it and read the message – 10 MIN. I smile to myself then head back into the kitchen and get the two glasses of wine I had poured out. I return to the upstairs master bedroom.

You’ve finished your bath, and I see you at your makeup table brushing your hair. You’re wearing a thin satin robe, ivory colored and with lots of lace. Delectable, I walk over to you and put the glasses down on the table. I lean over and lightly kiss your neck, move up to your earlobe. I’ve reach into your robe, cupping your breasts with my hands. I whisper into your ear “You look delicious. I’ve put out the lipstick the girl at the spa gave you; I want to see it on your lips. Get very girly tonight, perfume, powder, and the works. Take your time I’m going to watch the show.”

I move away, taking a glass for myself and then moving to the bed. I sit, watch, taking in and enjoying see you get ready as I sip my wine.

As I watch you my mobile signals I’ve another text. I pull it out then look at it – READY. This time I don’t react, you ask what the message was. I reply that it was something about work, nothing to worry about and that it can wait until Monday. You smile, go back to getting all pretty.

You slide your robe off your and begin to powder yourself. You know I’m watching so you make a show of it. You move the powder puff slowly, sensuously, you watch me through your mirror. You apply powder to your neck, shoulders, under each arm, then to your lovely breasts. You push your chair away and apply to your tummy, then a light dusting between each thigh. My cock has started to grow watching the erotic display. You stand, twist to a side and apply powder to one cheek, twist the other way and powder the other. Bend over at your waist and dust the cleft between your cheeks – at this point my cock is at full attention. You look at me through the mirror, smile at the reaction you have worked for in my pants.

Still bent over, arching your back a bit you apply the lipstick; it’s very red, and it matches the red on your nails. Not your usual shade, and it looks good on you. I start thinking of those red lips of yours sliding up and down my cock, wrapped around my balls – time to get this going. You pick up your wine glass, still looking at me through the mirror, and take a drink. You put the glass down, leaving a lipstick Gölbaşı Escort mark on the rim. You catch my eyes in the mirror, and smile. Satisfied you straighten up, turn your chair towards me and pick up your panties.

“Is daddy sure he wants his little girls sweet pussy covered up?”

I need to change the role play from the daddy/little school girl game so I answer “Yes dear. I want that lovely lace and silk caressing and molding and encasing your womanly cunt, and I want them soaked with your juices by the time they are taken off you. I’m going to save those panties, not washing them, so I can savor the perfume you will be leaving in them. Once you are finished dressing I’m taking you to the play room, where I will do a lot of nasty and kinky things to you. I expect the room will reek of sex when I am done and you will be spent, exhausted. I’ve been saving a load of sweet heavy cream for you, and you are going to be working very hard to get it.”

You shiver a bit, slowly put your panties on. You pull them up and I see your pussy lips outlined in the gusset. You sit in your chair and don your stockings, then your heels. Garter belt next, you stand and clip the straps to the tops of your hose. You pick up your wine glass, then the cuffs and walk to me, hand outstretched, a smile of anticipation on your face.

I’m sitting upright on the side of the bed, you stand in front of me, hand me the cuffs. Wordlessly you place one foot on my crotch, the spike of your shoe just touching my balls, the bottom of your shoe gently rubbing my hard organ. You sip more wine as I wrap the soft leather around your ankle, push the tongue of the locking strap through the buckle and secure it. You smile, remove your foot and put the other in the same spot, again giving my cock a gentle rub. I put on the cuff, this time though after the strap is secured I slowly work my hands up your silky calf, your thighs. The fingers of my left hand lightly brush your ass cheeks, my right hand is on your tummy, finger tips slowly stroking, and I’m luxuriating in the softness, the contrast between the silk covering your rear and your warm silky skin. You start to push your mound towards me; I bend and kiss your inner thigh just at the top of your stockings.

“You bastard,” you say, voice low and husky, “You didn’t touch me for a week, and I don’t think I’m ready to just forgive and forget. The spa was nice but you had better come through tonight, and believe me next time it’s my turn. You are going to pay.” You smile hungrily, look down at me and press your foot hard into my prick while you finish the rest of your wine. Finished, you lift your foot and remove it.

You step towards me, straddle my knees with your thighs, clasp your hands and push them towards me. I take your glass, place it on the floor, then wrap each wrist with a cuff, clip them together. I push you back, stand up. I reach up and lightly stroke your face, my hands caressing your neck, shoulder, down to your soft, full breasts. You pull your shoulders back and bring your arms up exposing your tits to me. I cup them, feel the smooth warmth, softly squeeze.

I bring my lips to your ear, voice quiet and low “Within the hour you will be moaning, your cunt will be drooling your juices, your panties will be a soaked mess, your thighs will be slick with the wetness from your fuck hole. The air will be filled with the smell of your sex, my cock will be dripping pre-cum and you will be begging for my hot heavy load. And that will be just the beginning.” You gasp and involuntarily thrust your abdomen out, try to grind your pussy on my leg.

I let you go, move around you and pick up the blindfold. I take you by your upper arm, and just a bit roughly push you towards the door. We leave the room, walk down the stairs. I keep you in front of me, I keep your upper arm in my hand, holding tight. At the base of the stairs I stop you, slip the blindfold over your head and cover your eyes. It’s not the usual cheap flimsy thing, as you find out. No peeking around the edges and it holds a good seal when you turn your head around. I reach around with my hand and give a hard pinch to one of your nipples, you pull away and I give your ass a slap, more sound than sting. “No, that won’t do at all. Stand up straight and start walking, I’ll guide you.”

I turn you into the entertainment room and escort you to where I left the rope hanging down. I position you to face the couch, attach one end of the rope to the clip holding your wrist cuffs together, pull on the other end and start bringing your arms up.

Exquisite, your arms are straight up, your sides and armpits exposed. Your tits hang heavy, open, available. Your nipples are hard, your aureole crinkled and puffy. You are starting to breathe faster, deeper, and you have a light flush from your face to your breasts. The high heels provide that divine lift to your rear, the globes of your ass covered but not concealed by the sexy black panties Gölbaşı Escort Bayan I wanted you to wear. I tie off the line and move close to your ear, tell you in a low quiet voice “Yes, I think I have your attention. This will do nicely to start. Dear lovely sexy Jane.”

I decide to use the spreader bar after all, clip one end to an ankle then the other. I don’t have the bar spread your legs too far apart, I want to increase your anxiety, remove feelings of control you may have over the situation but I’m not looking for you to be in pain or discomfort.

I stand behind you, my cock hard and just touching the silk covered cleft between the cheeks of your gorgeous ass. I reach up, fingers lightly touching the inside of each of your upper arms. I slowly bring them down, lightly brushing your skin. You arch your back and I feel goose bumps on your skin. I bring my hands down to your hips, holding you in place. I lightly kiss then lick each armpit with the tip of my tongue. You try to push your ass back against my cock but I stop you. “No, we have lots of time. You are not in control, surrender and just feel, enjoy.” You breathe in sharply, then slowly exhale, relax.

I bring my hands up, cup your breasts, then start to gently massage them. I bring my right hand down oh so slowly, inching down your stomach, enjoying the soft roundness of your tummy. My fingertips reach the top of your panties; I flatten my hand against your hot belly, fingertips just inside the band.

That sweet moment of surrender I was waiting for, craving, when a woman not just allows but wants her lover to touch her in that most intimate spot. You moan, quietly asking “Please, please touch me. I’ve been waiting so long – I want your hand on me, your fingers in me. Please – don’t stop.”

You press your ass against my groin, this time I let you. My hand descends and I touch your short crinkly pubic hair, and then press against your Venus mound, pulling you to me. I see your face in the screen to my right; your eyes are still blindfolded, your slick red lips parted. I gently squeeze your breast with my left hand and you moan. I bring my other hand further to your nether lips, cup them, and just press my middle finger between them. I feel heat, wet, slick smoothness. I stop squeezing your breast and move to your nipple, pinch, stretch it out. You gasp, bring your head up to face towards the ceiling and you gently bite your lower lip. I look down and see you have lipstick on your teeth where they connected.

“Oh Jane, that won’t do at all. You’ve smeared your lipstick. I think we will need to do something about that.” I reach down and kiss your neck, then shoulder. I bring my hand up out of our panties. My fingers are wet with your juices. I bring my hand up to your face, under your nose. You inhale deeply, stick your tongue out and lick some of the juices from my hand. I let you have a bit, then bring it to my face.

I’m right next to yours, my lips by your ear. I inhale, breathe in your perfume. Your ass pushes against my cock and you turn your head in my direction. I tell you to stop and pinch your nipple at the same time. You gasp and halt, I lick my fingers clean. “Tasty. I want more; I want your cunt wrapped around my face, your juices in my mouth, your scent the only thing I smell. That’s for later.”

You sigh, “Tell me where we are. Tell me a fantasy.”

I cup your breasts with both hands. My lips are still by your ear, and I keep my voice and pitch low. “We are in a room similar to those videos you like so much. You are in the middle of it. You are in a circle of light, there is no escape. There are men and women watching, hungry for you. You are their evening’s plaything, their toy. You are here to bring them pleasure. They are watching me play with your tits, my hand caressing your cunt. There are other toys spread about the room, they are all here to be used on you.”

“Are the men going to use me?” you ask. I’m playing with your nipples, pulling, squeezing. I’m running the tip of my tongue along the side of your neck, and then nibble your earlobe.

“Your face, hair and body will be spattered with their seed. You are here to be used as they want.” I bring my hand back under your panties. Your nether lips are slick and hot. I begin to lightly stroke your clit.

“Hunnnnh….” you gasp, and then ask “And the women?”

I squeeze and knead your breast. “You will do whatever you are told. You will kiss, lick, and eat pussy, savoring every drop. Women will rub their ass cheeks on your face. Your tongue will be used as a fuck stick into some woman’s bowels.” I pull my hand out of your panties, you are flushed, your nipples hard and extended. You are breathing heavy, clearly excited.

I pull away, move to your side and reach for the blindfold you are wearing. “But first, I think we need to repair that lipstick of yours. Diana, do you think Anna could help?”

I pull the blindfold off and watch Escort Gölbaşı as you see we are not alone. Your face tightens with shock, and your head quickly swivels left to right, as you see two people sitting on the loveseat, one on the couch and another kneeling between the two pieces of furniture. You turn further to your right and see standing by your side a tall thin woman dressed the same as you. She has small tight breasts but her nipples are hugely erect.

You blush is deep red, starts at the top of your head and ends just below your breasts. You try to pull away, cover yourself, hide but you can’t. I can see lust, shock, surprise and humiliation on your face. The endorphins and adrenaline are kicking in, sending you for a ride. Your face pales, your head starts to roll back, your knees sag and I see that you are beginning to faint. The woman at your side reaches a hand to you and I smell a sharp ammonia stink, she has popped a smelling salt and your eyes widen, show you have come back to us.

“What…” you croak, and the woman smiles, she strokes your face and murmurs sweetly to you

“Jane, you look ravishing. We have been so looking forward to meeting you, having you join our little club. We met earlier today, I’m Diana, and yes, Dick is a bastard for surprising you like this. We have wanted to add you as a member to our little club since Dick told us you had gotten back together. Dick the bastard set this up.”

You look around as she is talking and recognize Sally the other spa owner sitting on the loveseat next to a very well built guy. She is dressed exactly like you and Diana are; she is leaning back, one hand playing with her large lush tits, the other lightly stroking the crotch of the guy sitting next to her.

Anna is the one kneeling between the couch and love seat. She is also dressed in the identical stockings and garter belt but she is not wearing panties. Her pussy is hairless and smooth. Her hands are clasped behind her arched back, her small round tits thrust out and she is watching you intently. Another well-built guy sits on the coach next to her. The guys are wearing long sleeve shirts and jeans, as I am.

You notice Sally and Anna wearing the same shade of lipstick you are, and Sally’s nails have the same color of polish you are wearing. You turn your face towards Diana and see her lips are also painted the same hue.

She smiles at you, strokes your neck and shoulders, and continues “Jane, did you see the wonderful present Dick got for you?” as she points to the Sybian. Diana moves her hand and begins to stroke your back. “You have a choice. We can stay and you will be our entertainment for the evening. Neither you nor Dick will be allowed to orgasm until the very end of the evening. We will all do wonderful, nasty, dirty things not just to you, but to each other. And Anna will be attending to all of us; you remember your time with Anna today?” You nod, your eyes bright, your nipples starting to harden. Hot spots start to develop on your face.

Diana continues “Or dear Jane, we can leave if you wish. But we will take the Sybian with us, Dick and I have an agreement. Anna will not stay nor will you get to see the massive tools Tom and Harry carry let alone the enormous loads of juice that has been churning in their balls for the last week. We have been denying them dear, in preparation for our little party this evening.”

Diana smiles at you and strokes your cheek, your hair. She pulls your head back and kisses you on your lips. You look back and see the Sybian in front of you. You turn your head round looking carefully at the two guys on the couch. You see that they are both erect, and that they sport impressive bulges. You look at Anna, kneeling on the floor. She meets your gaze, smiles at you warmly. “There are so many things awaiting you if you join us Jane, and we want you to. But the decision is yours. Please tell us what you want.”

“Diana, this isn’t fair. I’m horny and getting hornier listening to you. Looking at all of you is making it worse. Yes, stay, but I have one condition. You will help me turn the tables on Dick. Promise me and I’m the group’s plaything for tonight.”

Diana smiles, warmly kisses you on the lips, turns away. “Yes Jane, you have my promise. Anna, please come here and fix Jane’s lipstick.”

She turns to me and says “Dick, I think the ladies are going to take over now. You go sit.” I smile at her, give your breasts a squeeze and go sit on the couch.

Anna stands, walks towards you after picking up a tube of the lipstick as well as a tissue from the coffee table. She approaches you, smiles and wipes away the lipstick from your teeth. She applies a fresh coat and steps away.

Sally walks up hugs you then kisses you on the lips. “Jane, I’m glad you decided to play with us.” she says. “Anna’s my sister, but she belongs to both Diana and me. She likes men but has this need to serve women. Those other guys also belong to us; the stallion whose wonderful cock I was massaging is my husband Tom. Harry belongs to Diana.”

Diana unties the line, allowing your arms to drop down. Sally removes the rope from your cuffs as Diana unclips the spreader bar. They each take one of your arms and provide support as Anna kneels in front of you.

Note from the Author:

This is a story about ABDL. The first word being Adult. All sexual encounters center around Adults, above the age of 18. This story also contains BDSM, plushophilia, watersports, and various other fetishes. For those that are grammar freaks, please don’t comment on my improper grammar use. I could care less. At least it doesn’t have LMAO or IAMO. I do ask for all to comment on their thoughts of the story, but don’t down any fetish or other things you may not like to do or not do. Thank you again, and please enjoy!

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Isabella had hit the snooze a few to many times, and both woke thirty minutes later than they had intended. Grabbing two sets of dual breastpumps, Isabella met Jade outside, whom was making them both coffee. They began attaching their breast pumps, and began hurriedly drinking their morning brew, as they sparked up a cigarette.

“Mom will kill us if we’re late,” Jade said worriedly.

“Maybe we should have packed last night,” Isabella suggested with a half smile.

“At least we’ll have a decent breakfast. The golf club had a five star Chef that works for them,” Jade added, feeling her stomach rumble.

Thirty minutes after they had finished their coffee, both had showered and dressed. Isabella was wearing a pink and white diamond sleeveless sweater, with a pink satin golf skirt. She also wore a pair of pink panty diapers that had a white heart shaped lace panel in the front.

Jade wore the same type sweater, but was red and white, with a white satin golf skirt, and white ruffled panty diapers.

“I thought we would be wearing cleats,” Isabella asked curiously.

“I have some in my locker at the golf course, but I usually don’t. To each their own. I prefer tennis shoes.”

With Mindy and Mandy secured in their vaginal openings, and double diaper pads in their panties, they left on Isabella’s Motorcycle with Jade driving.

“You can really ride,” Isabella exclaimed, as Jade took several corners at a higher speed than she should have been.

“I learned in Europe. It is easier to get around on one than a car,” Jade explained at a stop light.

As they pulled into the golf course, Isabella immediately noticed this was a higher tax bracket golf course. There was Lexus’s, a full size Hummer, and even a few Porches.

The Clubhouse itself was a massive Tuscany Estate, with two large towers next to the circular entrance area. It had a light brown stucco, with mission style roof tiles. The windows were a lightly stained cherry wood, with cherry wood shutters.

The outside entrance area had a massive porch area held up by light cherry wood pillars. Two sets of massive light cherry wood double doors gave entrance into it.

What looked like a retired football player stood a few feet from the entrance area. He was close to seven feet tall, with wide shoulders, and looked fairly in shape. He had two curtains of golden brown hair, flaked with just a little grey, that went down to his jaw line of his lightly tanned face. The only wrinkles were of laugh lines.

“Hi Daddy. Sorry were a few minutes late,” Jade said, as she lovingly hugged the man.

“No worries. Your Mother though is a different story. I told her I would come out here, instead of her sending for the army,” he said teasingly in a thickly German accented voice.

“You must be Isabella. I’m Peter,” Peter said with a warm smile that continued to his deep blue eyes.

Isabella could not help her pussy from beginning to water, as he turned a hand shake into a loving fatherly hug.

The inside of the entrance was massive, and had a large circular lion water fountain feature with a brown leather couch that went all the way around it. There was several more wood pillars, and a huge crystal chandelier in the center. Two large half circular staircases, with ornate black wrought iron banisters, lead to an upstairs balcony that over looked the entrance.

“Jade has told us so much about you,” Peter commented.

“Hopefully not to many bad things,” Isabella teased.

“Only good stuff. We are happy to see she found someone that makes her so happy,” Peter replied, as he lead the way from the entrance, and into a large hall on the right.

They emerged into a large dining area, which was partially filled, as Jade said, “We hit the snooze a few to many times this morning.”

To their left was a buffet area that had a small line, and to the right was a wall of large windows that looked out onto the golf course and a large covered patio area.

Peter was leading them to a table where a tall lady stood. She had a perfectly sensual feminine curved body that made Isabella understand why Jade wanted to fuck her. She was only thick in the right places and had a sexy almost flat tummy. The shoulder length copper hair had long curls with bangs that almost touched her eye brows. Her breast though were massive. Isabella knew they had to be at least F size cups. She had milky white skin with freckles, and had an aura of pure sensual Evren Escort lust.

Impressively she only had a few laugh lines. But she was far from using those laugh lines now. She had a stern motherly look, like she was about to bend Jade and Isabella over her knee, which Isabella realized she wanted her too.

She was dressed in a white polo shirt and white satin golf skirt, with white tennis shoes.

“Why are you late? You know we always tee off at seven,” she scolded.

“Sweetheart. Sweetheart, let the girls get some breakfast first. Then we can sit and chat,” Peter said, giving the lady a warm loving smile.

She instantly melted into projecting warmth, and said, “Your right sweetie. I’m sorry ladies. I’m Victoria,” Victoria said, as she enveloped the hand Isabella offered warmly into both of hers.

Isabella could not help her pussy from beginning to release her cream all over Mandy, as both she and Victoria looked into one another’s eyes.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you Victoria,” Isabella was able to manage.

“You as well. Please, you and Jade go get some breakfast and join us,” Victoria said with a warm smile, that also went up to her green emerald eyes.

Victoria also had a heavily English accented deep sexy voice, which only added to Isabella’s need to fuck the shit out of her.

“Now I see why you want to fuck her,” Isabella whispered to Jade, as they were walking to the buffet.

“She can also hear better than a bat,” Jade said smiling.

“Sorry,” Isabella offered.

“Oh your fine. She can’t hear across the room. She can pickup whispers around the table though,” Jade explained.

“Did I mention I also have a thing for red heads,” Isabella admitted.

“Just like gothic Asians,” Jade teased.

“More so for Asian golfers,” Isabella teased back.

They split an eggs benedict and grabbed some fruit as well before returning to the table.

“They have wonderful coffee here, so I had them bring you some along with orange juice,” Victoria said, as both Jade and Isabella sat like ladies.

“Thank you,” Isabella said.

“So how did you two meet,” Victoria asked.

“Hazel,” both replied.

The light conversation continued, as both Isabella and Jade enjoyed their breakfast.

At one point Victoria leaned over to Jade and whispered, “Why are you not wearing diapers?”

“Because sissy made us special panties,” Jade replied, lifting the side hem of her skirt just enough to let Victoria see them.

Victoria had no scruples of feeling the side of Jade’s panties.

“Very nice,” she commented, with only a tiny hint of lust that most would not notice, but Isabella always could.

“What do you do for a living,” Peter asked Isabella, after clearing his throat.

“Actually I just retired Friday, but I worked on computers,” Isabella replied.

She knew most people would not understand more than that, which is why she was surprised when Peter asked, “What type of system?”

“Oh we actually provided storage and specialized software for small pharmacies and medical offices,” Isabella replied, realizing Peter knew a bit about computers.

“Very nice,” Peter replied.

“Before leading the IT team there I was a consultant for larger firms because of my certifications and experience. After my dad passed I took the job here to help out my Mama.”

“I heard she and Hazel are now together,” Victoria commented.

“They both have been drooling over one another for a few years, Jade and I just made them confront it so to speak,” Isabella replied.

“We would love to sit here and chat longer, but our tee time is coming up, so please excuse us,” Peter said, after checking his watch.

“Can we catch up at the ninth hole, so I can show Isabella around and hit a bucket. She has never played before,” Jade asked.

“Sure. Your Mother will text you when we get to the eighth hole,” Peter said standing.

“Hit a bucket,” Isabella asked.

“Yeah a bucket of golf balls at the practice range,” Jade explained, also standing.

“Does your Dad not like Hazel,” Isabella asked.

“Hazel has been over several times, and they are good friends. It’s just Dad gets preferential treatment on tee times because of his status, so he likes to keep them,” Jade explained.

“His status?”

“He designed this place. He is a very accomplished architect. He wishes to bring a bit of the beauty of European design to every thing he builds. I did the ballroom and locker rooms,” Jade explained.

“Wow. Your an architect also?”

“I was. I enjoy designing and was even an intern for my Dad, but I resigned when I went to Europe for two years. I am giving you a quick tour on the way to pick up my clubs, so we can have time to wiggle,” Jade said.

“Thank god. I am so horny after meeting your parents,” Isabella admitted.

They walked into a massive grand ballroom that had several stone pillars in the two story room. Wall Evren Escort Bayan sconces were placed between each of the twelve windows, and a large set of french doors opened onto the covered patio at the other end of the room.

The floor itself was a light cherry wood, and two grand chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and an upstairs balcony wrapped around the room.

“The room is almost always booked for weddings,” Jade said.

“I can see why.”

As they left out an opposite door from the one they came in, they passed by a room marked “Bridal Suite”.

“There are two entrances into the Locker room hallway. The other is by the Pro Shop.”

There were only two doors in the hallway, one marked “Men’s Locker Room” and the other “Ladies Locker Room”.

“I would show you the Men’s, but I am sure there are a few guys in there,” Jade said in a teasing tone.

“And? Maybe we can catch a few jerking off,” Isabella teased.

“They actually caught a guy once jerking off in the Ladies locker room, he was in the sitting area with a few pairs of panties and some sports bras he had found. After that they installed a security camera in the hallway, and someone is always monitoring it.”

“Does it have sound,” Isabella asked, worried about her teasing.

“Oh no. Just video.”

“So if I adjusted my bra,” Isabella asked, actually adjusting the front of her bra.

“Then the security guard just saw it. Just like he has seen me bend over several times when I dropped something at the door.”

“Mostly golf balls I’m sure,” Isabella teased.

“But of course.”

Femininity was apparent as Jade opened the door to the Ladies locker room. Pink, gold, and white were in the design and decorations throughout the locker room.

The four plush couches in the sitting area were thick white and pink striped with gold satin throw pillows. There was ten stalls that housed an open six foot storage cabinet on each side of the ten sinks.

Each of the five aisles of light cherry wood lockers had twenty three foot lockers, with one on top of another, on each side facing one another. There was a few women in the locker room either changing clothes or fixing their makeup.

In the back of the locker room was ten privacy shower stalls painted gold, and ten toilet stalls painted the same. The floor of the entire area was a white marble with streaks of pink in it.

As Jade guided Isabella through the locker room, and into a small hallway, she saw name plates on each door.

“These are for board members and a select few,” Jade explained, as they walked to the one on the end.

They walked into one that said “Ferguson”.

It was a private locker room, with it’s own couch next to the door, open shower stall, toilet, and sink. Two six foot open cabinets flanked each side of the sink, and two lockers were opposite of it, and next to a baby sized changing table made of light cherry door and white leather cushioning.

“My dad gave up his locker room so Mom and I could share one,” Jade explained.

“I want your panties and Mandy,” Jade said, untying the sides of her own panty diapers.

After they quickly traded, Jade went to the corner of the changing table, and began rubbing up against it, gripping the sides of the changing table.

Jade had made a nice warm brownie sometime during their walk to the locker room, and Isabella realized it had been the real reason of why she wanted to go the long way.

Before joining Jade on the other corner of the changing table, she pressed the brownie up between her ass cheeks, and then began slowly humping the corner as well, after saying, “Thank you for the treat.”

“Same here. Mandy is all nice and sticky. She feels really good against my cunny,” Jade replied, starting to pick up the speed in which she was humping against the corner.

Both soft plush lips met and began to embrace in a long passionate kiss.

Isabella’s orgasm came too soon for her, so she continued grinding down, continuing to enjoy the shared kiss, while she thought only of her lover.

“I really needed that,” Jade said, as they began fixing their clothes.

“Me too. I also need a fucking cigarette,” Isabella admitted.

“We can when we go out to the practice range. The board members love their cigars,” Jade told Isabella.

As they walked into the Pro Shop a lone eighteen year old guy was working the counter. Jade knew he his age because the pro shop sold beer, and legal requirements insured he was eighteen. He was tall, but a bit scrawny, with brown hair styled like he had just woken up. She knew he had a bit of a problem talking with girls still.

Jade leaned over the counter, insuring the guy had a perfect view of inside her sweater, and said, “I need a set of Board loaner clubs, two buckets of balls, and four large bottled waters. Just put it on Peter Ferguson’s tab.”

After the guy had realized Jade had caught him starring at her breast, he quickly Escort Evren went into the back.

“I tease him all the time. Once he even stuttered and had a nice hard on sticking out of his jeans,” she told Isabella.

“Very nice,” Isabella said, joining Jade at the counter.

As the guy brought the golf clubs around the counter, he couldn’t help but to just stand and stare at the two sets of breast being revealed under the sweaters.

Instead of speaking, he went over to the golf caddies, and placed the golf club bag on an electric caddy, and pushed it and a lone one over to Jade and Isabella.

Which Isabella then bent all the way down to check the bottom compartment of the golf bag, insuring she did it just quick enough for the bottom hem of her skirt to lift a little and reveal the bottom of her panty diapers.

Isabella leaned back over the counter as the guy quickly went back behind it, and put four large bottled waters on the counter.

When he put the two buckets of balls on the counter, the guy accidentally put them by Isabella’s and Jade’s breast, and closed his eyes to calm himself.

Isabella was having none of that, so she leaned further onto the counter, and beckoned him closer to her.

“My lover and I use little plush animals to enjoy on our cunts. Would you be able to hide one that we both have used,” Isabella whispered in his ear, close enough her hot breath slightly warmed his ear.

“Um,” he replied.

Isabella made a show of taking off her teddy bear backpack on the counter, to let him wonder what she did with it, and took out a small teddy bear she had used several times in her panties, wrapped it up in a pair of her old panties, and handed it to the guy.

“Have fun, sweetie,” she whispered in his ear, as she brushed his hand with hers, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Jade kissed him on the other cheek as well, and both left, swaying their hips, arm in arm, as they pushed the golf caddies in front of them.

“You know he left for a bathroom break,” Jade said.

“I hope he did,” Isabella said teasingly.

They stopped on the covered patio, to have a quick smoke, and talked about the uses the guy would be putting the small teddy bear and Isabella’s panties too.

“I think we just made the top of his fantasies for the next few years,” Isabella said, as they walked to the practice range.

It had twenty five booths for people to shoot golf balls from, and was a little over half full with men, and a few women.

“I haven’t seen any kids since we left the dining area,” Isabella remarked out loud.

“There is a day care here, so parents don’t have to worry about babysitters to enjoy playing golf. There is even a putting area for them on the other side.”

“Nice.”

Both continued heavily swaying their hips as they walked arm in arm, turning quite a few heads, and even threw off a few swings as they walked to the end.

They started by Jade standing behind Isabella, as she placed her body against Isabella’s and taught her the best way to move her body into a swing.

“I wonder how many hard ons were causing,” Isabella teased.

“Apparently some who who’s are even swelling up,” Jade said, noticing a few women adjusting their hair or other things after stealing quick glances at Jade or Isabella.

“Your’s is the one I want to taste right now,” Isabella teased.

After Isabella had her swing pretty well down, Jade stepped to the next booth, and began hitting off golf balls, insuring she made slow obvious gestures as she placed her balls on the tee.

Isabella even made a quick moan every so often, as she would hit a ball.

“Your a natural,” Jade commented seeing Isabella used a wood to make a ball sail straight as an arrow.

“I just had a wonderful instructor,” Isabella teased.

About half way through the bucket Jade received a text from her Mom saying they were just teeing off at the eighth hole.

After returning the rest of the bucket to the pro shop, and getting a small ice chest filled with ice and bottles of water, they took a golf cart to meet up with Jade’s parents at the ninth hole.

They sat in the golf cart until Peter came up to them and softly said, “I here there has been two young ladies throwing off golf games this morning.”

“We’re sorry Mr. Ferguson. We were just having fun,” Isabella apologized sincerely.

“Oh no need for apology. They will either enjoy their wives when they get home, or take a longer shower in the locker room. I just wanted to let you two know,” Peter said smiling.

“What are you three talking about? I’m ready to win this game,” Victoria shouted to them.

“She is beating me by two strokes,” Peter told them both.

“Go ahead and tee off,” Peter shouted back, as he walked towards Victoria.

“Dad and mom play for who will be Dominant until they play next. They are both Dominants,” Jade quietly explained, as they walked over to Jade’s parents.

After Victoria had teed off, Isabella offered, “Why don’t we play teams here on out. I team with Peter and Jade can team with you Mrs. Ferguson.”

A look of pleasure formed on Victoria’s sweet and innocent round face, as Jade’s mouth opened in surprise.

“That would be lovely,” Peter replied.

If the Shoe Fits: A Shoe Fetish Story

Summary: Shoe obsession leads to submissive sexual exploration.

Note 1: This is dedicated to Kevin, who requested this fantasy.

Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this story.

If the Shoe Fits: A Shoe Fetish Story

There are two things I love to do every day: work out and jerk off… although it’s usually 1. Jerk off, 2. Work out, and 3. Jerk off again. Repeat as needed.

I work out at a local gym run by two of the nicest and hottest people I’ve ever met: Mike and Roxy Jackson. They also happen to be my next door neighbours. Well, actually my parents’ next door neighbours I suppose, since I only live there in the summer… the rest of the year I’m away at college.

I’m 21, pretty good looking, with blond hair and blue eyes, 5’7″, in great shape, and I have an impressive 8-inch cock that had gotten me pretty popular in my college life. Yet my most constant jerk off fantasy was Roxy.

Roxy was in her mid-thirties, tiny at 5’1″, and weighed only around 115 pounds. Yet she had a huge bust, that looked out of place on her petite but muscular physique. She had long, raven-coloured hair, and piercing dark brown eyes. She had a few tattoos as well, as she found a way to mix sexy and tough in a way I hadn’t ever seen before. Her attractiveness was enhanced by the fact that whenever she wasn’t working out at the gym, she always seemed to be wearing nylons, which really showcased her amazing legs, as well as high heels that added five inches to her height.

Her husband Mike was all muscle… shaved head… tons of tats… and super friendly… considering that he looked like he could crush you with just his hands. In fact he probably could… he just wouldn’t.

Anyway, I’d met Mike and Roxy many times, but I’d never really hung out with them much… due to our age difference I suppose… although I’d learned that my parents had been hanging out with them a lot ever since I’d moved away from home.

This summer I resumed working out at their gym, partly to stay in shape, and partly to eyeball Roxy, who wore heels, nylons and short skirts at work (unless she was working out)… I assume because she knew she had an amazing body so why not flaunt it… but I imagine her outfits also brought in some horny guys, and perhaps also horny lesbians.

She often wore wedges, often with open toes, so I could keep an eye on her cute toes, and I imagined sucking them into my mouth, or better yet, wrapping them around my cock.

An aside: I can ejaculate amazing cum shots… I have a cannon of a cock… having a personal best of shooting my cum as far as six feet… since as a dedicated jerkoff artist and a wannabe athlete, I constantly practiced my craft and measured the results.

Twice during the first two weeks I was home, my parents went next door for the evening… my mother dressed in sexy attire, which was very unlike what she typically wore. It was strange, but I didn’t put much thought into it. I was just happy for them they were going out… even if I was surprised they didn’t get home until after two in the morning… about four hours past my mom’s typical bedtime (she was normally early to bed and early to rise).

It was a couple days after my parents had left for a week-long trip to the lake for their twenty-sixth wedding anniversary getaway, when there was a knock at the door.

I opened it, and saw Mike and Roxy standing there. I politely invited them in, even as I took a sly glance at Roxy’s very ample cleavage and down to her feet… disappointed to see that she was in jeans and not nylons… but on the other hand, she was wearing what I think were 6-inch platform open-toed wedges… which meant I could see her freshly-painted red toenails, which were far from disappointing.

Mike asked, “Will you do us a favour, Kevin?”

“Sure, anything at all,” I said, actually hoping to do anything at all for Roxy. Suck on her toes, lick her pussy, worship her tits, eat her ass, whatever. And the word ‘whatever’ encapsulates a very long list. This was a woman who deserved to be worshipped for an eternity!

“We’re heading out of town for the weekend to a fitness conference, and we were hoping you could drop over a couple times or so and check on Bella,” Mike requested.

“Sure, no problem,” I agreed, Bella being their Siamese cat.

“Come on over right now if you would, and we’ll give you a key and show you where everything is,” Mike said.

“Sure,” I agreed, and I followed them across, my rear-view vantage giving me an amazing and lengthy look at Roxy’s ass as I did. Her usual skirts always presented me with ample opportunities to admire her legs and feet, but her jeans right now allowed me to admire a part of her body I seldom got to see showcased. She really did have a perfect body.

Roxy gave me a tour of the house, seeming to notice me admiring her Elmadağ Escort tits, ass and feet, but not saying anything about it… although her warm smile implied she knew… and enjoyed the attention.

Anyway, I returned with their keys and a hard-on… which I dealt with the minute I was back in my bedroom.

Day 1

The next afternoon I went and checked on Bella. I fed her, gave her fresh water and some pets, which she seemed to enjoy.

I was about to leave, when curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to look around after seeing a couple pairs of Roxy’s sexy shoes by the front door. I knew it was wrong, yet I couldn’t’ resist.

I went into their bedroom, feeling a little guilty at what I was doing, but I was being led by my lower head.

I looked in her dresser drawer, and found sexy panties and thongs, garter-belts and stockings.

I noticed their laundry hamper, and walked over to it, finding only a few items, including a blue pair of panties… the ones she must have been wearing yesterday while touring me around the house in those wonderfully tight jeans. I brought them to my nose and sniffed.

The scent was light, but it had me in complete lust.

I went to her walk-in closet, saving the best for last. I opened the door, and stared at four shelves, filled with some of the sexiest shoes and boots I’d ever seen… recalling seeing her wearing a few of the many pairs.

My entire body was trembling with excitement, as I bent down and picked up the pair of wedges Roxy had been wearing yesterday.

Before I even realized I was doing it, I had moved her shoe to my nose and was smelling the essence of her beautiful size six feet.

I inhaled deeply, as if I was taking my last ever breath, which made my cock harden like a steel beam.

I rubbed my cock through my shorts as I continued smelling her unique… exotic… enticing… scent.

Knowing she wouldn’t know I’d taken it since they’d be gone for a couple of days, I grabbed one of the wedges, put it in a grocery bag, and returned home.

Once there, I opened my laptop, turned on some hot hardcore porn with a girl in heels and nylons getting fucked, and I got undressed. I stroked my cock with one hand, while I licked and sniffed the sole of Roxy’s freshly worn heel… and I came within about thirty seconds. Pathetic… but the sweet, sweet, yet tangy taste of Roxy sweat was just too much. Truth be told, I hadn’t really watched any of the video I had turned on.

Feeling guilty, I put the wedge back in the bag and decided to return it tomorrow.

BUT….

Day 1… later that night.

Although I didn’t need to check on the cat again, I did need that other wedge. So I went over, petted the cat briefly just to convince myself I was actually doing the job I’d been requested to do, and retrieved the other heel… hoping for a fresh scent and taste. I quickly left like a twisted thief in the night, and returned to my bedroom for a second round of erotic shoe play.

This time I didn’t even bother to put any porn on, as I sniffed and licked the second wedge while furiously stroking my cock, and I did something I’d only done one other time… at my friend’s house and into his mother’s heel… I aimed my cock into her other heel… so many times had I fantasized about her slipping her foot inside of it and sliding into my cum.

Pounding my cock, I focused on spewing a massive load into her wedge. I lasted a little longer than last time… by maybe a minute… before exploding all of my white seed inside her wedge.

Once again, once my orgasm had subsided, I felt guilty.

This was so wrong.

I grabbed some tissue and cleaned the wedge as best I could, as I shook my head at how I had just disrespected Roxy.

Day 2

I’d like to say I fed the cat, gave her a few pets, returned the wedges and left… actually I did all those things… although I did something else before the leaving part.

I went back into Roxy’s bedroom and into her laundry basket, dug deeper, and found a pair of her pantyhose, which I put in my pocket. I grabbed another pair of wedges, taking a whiff and discovering she had recently worn these ones as well, and I headed back home.

In my bedroom, I put on some porn again, and being curious, having always wondered and been tempted, but never before actually following through, I got undressed and slid into the sheer, silky pantyhose. It took some time, as I discovered it wasn’t remotely like pulling on a pair of pants.

Once they were on, I rubbed my hands up and down my legs, in awe of how silky sheer they were, and how sexy the pantyhose made me feel. I couldn’t explain it, but in a sudden moment of clarity I felt an awakening of my feminine side; something I hadn’t known I had.

A little unnerved by that, I rubbed my very hard cock (which wasn’t at all feminine of course) through the sheer nylons, Elmadağ Escort Bayan and I wondered what it would be like to stroke my hand up and down Roxy’s amazing legs… plus her perfect ass, and especially her sexy as fuck feet.

Feeling so horny, I pulled the pantyhose down a bit to release my cock, as I sniffed and licked inside Roxy’s six-inch left wedge.

Again I stroked my cock, as I licked the sole hungrily as if it were a melting ice cream cone, while I jerked my cock inside the other wedge.

I held back as long as I could… which was perhaps only two minutes… a new record because of the Roxy wedge in my hand… before erupting a huge wad inside of it.

Still horny, still crazed with lust, a new twisted idea popped into my head. Something I’d never seen in a porn film, or even pondered until this very moment… WHAT WOULD IT FEEL LIKE TO STICK MY HARD ROD INTO THE TOE OF THIS SEXY SHOE AND ACTUALLY FUCK IT LIKE A PUSSY?

The question now in my head, I needed to find out the answer.

Using my own freshly deposited first load, I squeezed the head of my cock between the thin toe straps, and began slowly moving the wedge back and forth on it.

As strange as it might sound to anyone who hasn’t done this, the sight of my cock moving back and forth inside that beautiful shoe was insanely sexy.

It felt a little like being inside a woman’s pussy… yet also completely different.

Because it was so taboo… so wrong… so kinky… it actually felt better than it should have.

Yet although it was an amazing sensation, I didn’t want to use the shoe as a masturbation device, I wanted to actually fuck the shoe.

I wanted to fuck the wedge like it was a pussy… like it was part of a woman.

I wanted to truly fuck it.

I went to the bathroom and placed the wedge on the sink, which just happened to be the perfect height, and I began to fuck it.

I smelt the one wedge, Roxy’s sweet scent adding to the stimulation and my exhilaration as it filled my nostrils, sending my entire body into overdrive.

I tightened the strap for maximum friction, as I pictured Roxy’s sexy feet encased in mocha-coloured stockings.

I lasted a little longer than I might have because I’d just come, but in a few minutes, I was unloading a second load into Roxy’s surrogate pussy. It felt so amazing… it felt like I had just actually fucked a girl.

Spent, I cleaned my cum out her shoe, and went across the room to do some online gaming.

Yet around midnight my cock was hard again, so I figured the Jacksons’ cat could use an extra treat.

So, I went back to their house, and after giving the cat a treat… so I could at least defend honestly why I was there this time if challenged… I went back into their bedroom.

I rummaged through Roxy’s dresser again, more thoroughly this time, and I found so much sexy lingerie there, including mocha-coloured old-fashioned pantyhose with a seam down the back, garter-belts and stockings, and even crotchless pantyhose. Fuck, the thought that at any time I’d seen her she could have been wearing crotchless pantyhose under her skirts and dresses, had me ready to bust a nut again.

I went into the closet, grabbed a pair of red six-inch pumps… there is just something fucking sexy as hell just about red heels, but six-inch ones?

So horny, I climbed out of my shorts and underwear, lay down on their bed, and sniffed inside the heels while I slowly stroked myself.

Her scent was so exotic… so subtle… but also captivating. I could imagine what it would be like to sniff those heels the very moment she had slipped her moist feet out of them.

I loved the smell of a pussy, but there was just something I couldn’t explain that really revved my engines, as I became entranced by the scent of her heel.

The red pump didn’t have an open toe, so I couldn’t fuck it. I could have gone and found another pair, but instead I got on my knees on the bed and sniffed one of the shoes while pumping my cock, and again aiming for the open target.

As usual, I didn’t last very long before shooting a big load directly into the shoe.

Spent, I quickly got dressed, but exhausted, I ended up crashing on their bed instead of going home.

Day 3

I was awakened at noon, when my phone rang. I was confused about my surroundings until I realized where I was.

I panicked; they were coming home today.

I reached for my phone and said, “Hello.”

“Hi, Kevin, ” a sexy feminine voice greeted me.

“Oh, hi,” I said, instantly wide awake. It was Roxy.

“We’ll be home in about three hours; can you please check in on Bella once more?” Roxy asked.

“Sure,” I agreed.

“Thanks. We owe you,” Roxy said.

I thought of the many ways she could repay me, but I answered simply, “Oh, it’s been no trouble at all. Happy to do it.”

“I’m glad. See you soon,” she said.

“Sounds good,” I replied.

“Have Escort Elmadağ fun,” she said, then she hung up.

Realizing I had limited time remaining alone with her shoes, and figuring I should heed her advice and ‘have fun’, I went back into her closet, and found another sexy pair of shoes: these ones were black, open-toed five-inch sling backs.

Realizing this might be my last chance to do this forever, I decided to go all in. I grabbed a pair of her crotchless pantyhose, and after getting completely naked, I put on the mocha pantyhose and began caressing my legs. Fuck, it’s a real shame that pantyhose are considered a female only piece… like who the fuck decided that?

Same with heels!

I grabbed the shoes, and went into their master bathroom.

I stroked my cock slowly… allowing some precum to leak out, as I sniffed one heel while I placed the other on the bathroom sink.

The sweet scent had my balls boiling, and I used my pre-cum to lube the peep toe opening. It was a tight fit, tighter than the MILF ass I’d fucked when I picked her up at a bar a couple weeks ago, but once I was in, I slowly fucked it.

God, it was heaven.

I wanted to really enjoy this fucking, knowing I had a couple of hours before I had to make sure everything was back in place, so I took my time.

At least I did at first.

After a few minutes, I couldn’t control myself any longer, and I began to really pound that heel, using both of my hands to hold it in place.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, as I exploded my load inside my creative fuck toy.

“Shit,” a male voice… not mine!… said from behind me.

I looked up into the mirror, even as more of my cum spewed into the shoe, to see Mike and Roxy standing in the doorway, staring at me with looks of disbelief on their faces.

“Huh,” Roxy said, looking at me, with not with the complete shock and disgust I’d expect, but… ‘intrigue’ would be the word I would use.

“I-I-I’m s-s-so s-s-sorry,” I stammered, every word stemming from my being caught in the act in the most humiliating fashion ever… even making Jim fucking a pie in American Pie seem tame in comparison… a movie series my buddies and I had watched again just a couple weeks ago.

“May I please have my shoes back?” she asked surprisingly mildly, as she slipped out of the wedges she was wearing and revealed her newly painted toes, once again ruby red, encased in sheer black nylons… making my cock, still throbbing, leak out a little more cum.

“S-s-sure,” I stammered, completely humiliated, and yet now becoming a little confused by their unfussed reaction.

I pulled my cock slowly out of the shoe, and handed her the cum-filled heel.

“The other one too, if you please,” she ordered politely, but nonetheless it was an order.

“Yes ma’am,” I replied, also handing her the clean shoe… which was now super clean after my tongue-licking.

I watched in shocked awe, still wearing her crotchless pantyhose as she slipped into her heels… deliberately sliding one of her stockinged feet right into my big… fresh… hot… load.

Roxy walked over to her bed and sat down next to me asking point blank, “How long have you wanted to fuck me, Kevin?”

“Yes, how long have you wanted to fuck my wife?” Mike reiterated, having been completely silent this entire time until now. Unlike hers, his tone was a little scary.

“Um, I, um…” I struggled to find an answer.

“Relax, son. It’s not a trick question with a calamitous answer. Everyone wants to fuck my wife,” Mike elaborated, suddenly sounding far less scary.

“Not everyone,” she said coyly, as she dangled the heel containing my cum from her toe.

“No, maybe not the priests and nuns of this world,” he chuckled, seeming amused and relievedly okay about my obsession with his wife.

“Actually, I have had a nun or two go down on me, but I’ve only fucked one priest,” she pointed out, still dangling that shoe like a hypnotist’s watch… that impious visual making my cock flinch, dying to hear those stories.

“See? Everyone does,” Mike laughed as I remained outwardly stoic, and hard in every way conceivable.

“So, what were you thinking about while you fucked my shoe?” Roxy asked, looking directly at me, and glancing down to my hard cock, which was still raging… and which had no intention of going down anytime soon.

“You,” I answered sheepishly.

“Of course. But what about me?”

“Yeah, f’rinstance were you thinking about fucking my wife?” Mike asked in a stern tone that scared me a little bit again… okay a lot… since he could break me in two without even breaking a sweat.

“N-n-no,” I lied.

“You don’t want to fuck me? Not even a little?” she asked with a bit of a pout.

“Oh,” I groaned, giving her my answer without actually answering.

“Or to eat my pussy?” she continued, obviously really enjoying the power she wielded over me.

“I, um….”

“Or perhaps… and I think this one should be closest to home… to slide your cock between these sexy nylon-clad feet?” she asked, as she dropped both of her heels to the floor, leaned back on her bed a bit, and offered up both of her soles… including the one that was cum-coated. The black nylon made my white goo on it very visible.

Chapter 4: Planning ahead.

As one would expect, such a drastic change required a lot of preparation. Faith and Yuna agreed they wouldn’t tell James they had discovered his dirty little secrets. Not now, at least. First, they had to find a way to make him helpless, powerless. This was part of his fantasies. Of all the stories they had read on his browser history, none talked about a guy who was given a choice about what happened to him. Very well then, they would grant him exactly that.

How would they do so was the question. They were in a hurry, as they wanted to be able to start tormenting Faith’s brother as soon as summer holidays began. It would be hot, and their feet would get sweatier and smellier. What’s more, being in holiday would allow them to spend most of their days torturing him.

Yuna’s experience proved useful. Not only did she know most of the websites James visited, which made it easier to know what exactly he wanted, but she also had thought already of a way to force him to obey their every whim.

The more they planned, the more Faith was amazed by how complementary Yuna’s and James’s fantasies were. Being the caring girl she had always been, she couldn’t be happier than by helping those two realize their nasty desires.

“We’ll shrink him,” said Yuna, who had made up her mind.

“Shrink him? Like in the stories we read?” asked Faith, standing by Yuna’s side. “That would be perfect,” she whispered excitedly, knowing having Jay to be only a few inches tall would allow them to do *anything* they wanted to him. “But how could that be possible? I’ve Etimesgut Escort never heard of anyone being shrunk, neither of an actual way to do so,” she wondered.

Yuna smiled, “Any fantasy has its source in reality,” she stated. “Shrinking someone is possible, that I know with certainty. Believe me; I’ve been doing researches about my own fetish for years. Though, I will need some time to get what we require.”

Faith looked at her, worried.

Yuna laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll get everything before the start of holidays! I, of all people, wouldn’t waste the chance to start torturing James as soon as possible.” she winked playfully.

***

James never looked like he had realized his mistake: lending his sister his non-cleansed computer. Maybe he had some doubts at first, as Faith noticed the history had been deleted soon after she gave him back the PC, but he must have convinced himself she saw nothing, as she never talked about it.

The wait didn’t prevent Faith to have some fun with her brother and his perverted desires. She had took it upon herself to make her feet the smelliest, dirtiest she possibly could. She would go for a jog from time to time, and joined Chloe to most of the parties she organized. The dance as well as the exercise and the heat (Even if it was only spring!) managed to make her feet, socks and shoes what she considered “decent” to tease her brother with. (Whereas it was, in fact, stinking awfully bad already.)

She would then, innocently, sit with Jay when he was watching TV on the sofa, lie down, and Etimesgut Escort Bayan slowly bring her disgustingly smelly socked-feet toward his face. Of course, Jay wouldn’t let her do so for long, telling her how bad her feet smelled and getting them out of the way without too much trouble. Sometimes though, she would feign to be hurt, and, out of anger, manage to get both her feet directly to his face, forcing him to take a few whiffs of her repugnant sweat-soaked socks, before being dislodged for good.

Even though she did her best, she was not satisfied. She hated it, hated that she couldn’t do more than that: he was stronger, bigger. He would always be able to get himself out of her feet grasp, and this was wrong. She knew he would love it if she could force him more, make it so he couldn’t get away from them. This would have to wait, she thought to herself. Wait a tiny bit more, and your sister will realize your darkest desires…

On his side, James didn’t understand what had gotten into his sister. He was glad, she was doing more and more things: going out, doing sports, and they still got along perfectly. But she didn’t seem to wash her feet anymore, which was highly unlike her. She said she didn’t smell anything, pretending she had a cold. Hell, it wouldn’t have bothered him so much if she didn’t always happen to find herself in a situation where he had to bear with their nastiness. The worse was that, most of the time, he didn’t dare tell her a thing! She was his sister, the sister he loved more than anything, and he didn’t want her Escort Etimesgut to be offended. Sometimes, though, she didn’t let him a choice, as the stench became unbearable, and he had to react.

He thought about the strange correlation between the recent events and the dirty-looking history he had left on his computer when she borrowed it. He shook his head. This was not it. He knew his sister: they talked about everything. Had she seen it, she would have talked to him immediately, wanting to know every detail of it.

He decided to attribute her recent behavior to the approach of summer holidays. She had to deal with so many things: school, friends, herself… She wasn’t noticing what she forced him to go through because of her feet foulness. This wouldn’t last. Holidays would allow her to pull herself together. Hygienically, at least.

Speaking of friends, he didn’t get any news from Yuna in a while. She did tell him she would be busy, and would bring him a surprise when summer began. He missed her, and couldn’t wait to see her again.

The day before summer holidays, Faith received a call. It was Yuna.

“I got it, finally!” she said, overwhelmed with joy. “I thought I wouldn’t manage in time, but I made it!” her panties were dripping wet, having touched herself before the call, thinking of all that was to come. “I’ll be there tomorrow, get yourself ready!” she finished, and hanged up.

Tomorrow, she would get James, her best friend, to worship her in any way she could imagine. She would *force* him to do so, and punish him for any disobedience. He was going to be her pet, her slave, as well as his sister’s. She kept caressing herself at the thought, going faster and faster. She imagined James licking the sweat off her feet. James stuck in her disgusting – running shoe, having to smell, sniff, breath in it. The ideas kept emerging in her mind, and she came as hard as ever.

A story about cuckoldry and wife-sharing. If that doesn’t appeal to you, please move on to a different story.

All characters are fictitious and over eighteen years of age.

Shoutout to @NSCarter, whose “The Third Room” partially inspired this story.

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There was a moment when Patrick could have stopped everything. Cassie’s hands were gliding over his bare skin, fastening the leather straps that held him in the chair. His heart was thumping wildly and panic was building inside him. He swallowed.

Cassie’s hair brushed against his face, flower-scented and ticklish, then she crouched and adjusted the strap on his left ankle. Did he want to go through with this? He tried twisting his arms, then swallowed again. A tiny involuntary moan escaped from his mouth.

Cassie glanced up at him. “Too tight?” she asked.

“No,” Patrick said. He cleared his throat and tried to gather some spit in his mouth. “It’s fine.”

Cassie rocked back on her heels, looking up at him.

“You freaking out?” she asked him.

“No,” Patrick lied. “I’m okay. Really.” He forced his lips into a grin.

Cassie reached up and touched his bare shoulder. “It’s going to be fine,” she told him.

“I know,” Patrick said quickly.

“It’s difficult sometimes,” Cassie told him. “What we want isn’t always what we want to want.”

He just looked at her. She sighed.

“Look,” she said. “You can decide you want out, you don’t have to go through with this. I can undo all these.” She waved at the straps holding him down. “We can tell Linda and Justin you changed your mind.”

Linda. His wife of barely two months. And Justin… He stared at Cassie. In the silence he could hear the two of them downstairs, still at the table, voices muffled by the staircase. He heard a soft laugh. Linda. Jesus. And Justin.

Cassie was watching him expectantly. “Linda said this was all a present for you,” she said.

Patrick nodded slowly. It had all been set up just as Patrick had told Linda he wanted it – the extra bedroom with the heavy wooden chair where he would be restrained and the large bed, bare but for a single sheet, where Linda would… entertain another man while he watched.

“A wedding present?” Cassie asked.

“Yes,” Patrick said thickly.

Cassie smiled. “I’m guessing she knows what you like.”

Patrick nodded again.

“It’s funny,” Cassie said. “I would think it would be a present for her. Justin is going to make her very happy.”

Patrick didn’t say anything.

“Is it something you asked for?”

Patrick looked up at her. “Yeah,” he said.

“Did you place the ad? Or did she?”

“She did,” Patrick said. “She showed it to me after.”

Cassie closed her eyes. “‘Newlywed bride,'” she recited. “‘Looking for something extra.'”

She grinned. “And that picture. Linda with her veil wrapped around her face. You could only see her eyes.”

“Yes,” Patrick said. He swallowed again.

“And her body, of course,” Cassie said. “Bridal veil and white heels, nothing else.” She laughed. “And the tattoo, of course. She said that that was your wedding present to her. Why a hummingbird?”

“Kind of a mascot ,” Patrick mumbled. “She wanted it.”

“It was a great photo. You take it?”

“Yes,” Patrick said. “She wanted some boudoir shots before the wedding.”

“Mmm,” Cassie said appreciatively. “Nice job. The photo really caught Justin’s eye. He saw that picture and he knew. He said, that woman is aching for it. Then after we met with her, he was totally sold.”

“Thanks,” Patrick said. The conversation felt oddly normal, considering what they were discussing.

“Did she get lots of replies?” Cassie asked interestedly.

“Oh yeah,” Patrick said. “Hundreds. But mostly bullshit.”

“I’m sure,” Cassie said. “It was a great photo and she’s, well, someone you’d notice. Justin sent her a nice note, explaining how we could help you guys out, attached the results of his STD screen. He’s a methodical guy.”

A chair scraped downstairs.

“They’re coming up,” Cassie murmured. “What do you say?”

“No,” Patrick said thickly.

Cassie raised her slender eyebrows.

“Don’t undo me,” he said. “Don’t… I didn’t change my mind.” He licked his lips. “It’s okay.”

Cassie smiled. “You’ll see,” she said. “It’s what you want, even if you don’t want to want it.” Feet were coming up the stairs. “And Linda,” Cassie finished in a whisper. “Is going to love it. Mmm.”

The door squeaked as it opened a little further and Linda came in. “Oh my God,” she cried when she saw Patrick.

Cassie patted Patrick’s shoulder. “He’s all ready,” she said softly.

Linda came over and knelt beside him. “Oh my God,” she said again. “My poor Patrick.”

Cassie stood up. “I’ll give you two a minute,” she said. “I’ll see if Justin needs anything.”

“I’m fine,” Patrick told Lknda but his voice sounded thin. He gazed at her, an ache filling his chest. Linda, so lovely in her blue spaghetti-strap dress, Beşevler Escort the tiny tattoo of a fluttering hummingbird on her left shoulder. Her scent, sweet and delicate, wafted towards him.

What was he doing? What were they doing? What would happen now? She would… his heart was racing again. “Kiss me,” he whispered. Linda leaned forward and her lips touched his. Her mouth tasted of wine. While he, Patrick, had been upstairs being secured to his chair, Linda and Justin had been having a light supper, getting to know one another better. She seemed a little giddy.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“It’s going to be fine,” he told her. Suddenly he had a vision of her on the bed, that bed not three feet away. Her limbs tangled around Justin’s, their bodies naked and shining. His mouth was dry again. Inside the tight pants that were all that he wore, his cock was getting ever harder. “”It’s going to be great,” he amended. “Just… relax.”

She leaned forward and kissed him again and rubbed her cheek against his. It was damp.

“I love you,” Patrick said.

“Me too,” Linda told him.

He wanted to say, You don’t have to. He wanted, he realized, to not want this. But it was no use. He did want it. He wanted to watch her, his wife, his chosen one, his beloved, wanted to watch her having sex with, no – wanted to watch her fucking, this virtual stranger, this man from the Internet.

The door creaked again. Cassie.

“You guys ready?” she asked.

Linda looked at him and he smiled. She straightened up slowly. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah I guess so.”

Cassie smiled at her. “Justin’s a great lover,” she said softly. “You won’t be sorry.”

Linda studied her for a moment then glanced back at Patrick. “Are you sure about this?” she asked. It was his last chance to change his mind.

“Yes,” he said. His palms were sweaty and his heart was pounding, but he was ready. “You?” he asked.

He wanted to reach out and touch her hand but that, of course, was impossible. He smiled instead.

Linda nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “I think so.” She flashed him a slightly crooked grin. “It’s what you’ve wanted, right?”

“Right,” he said.

Cassie touched Linda’s hand. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go get you ready.”

Linda gave Patrick a final indecipherable look, then the two women went. They left the door open and he could hear Cassie laughing softly in the hallway, then the sound of the bedroom door closing. He twisted in his straps but they held him firmly in place. This wasn’t Cassie’s first time strapping someone down, he decided.

Patrick waited. Occasionally he heard a burst of laughter from the bedroom. Cassie was having fun.

Eventually he heard footsteps in the hallway and then the door swung open. Justin stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame. He was annoyingly attractive. Chiseled jaw, bright eyes, good physique made evident by a soft white shirt open at the collar and tight black jeans. Without meaning to, Patrick glanced at the crotch of the jeans and hurriedly looked away, but not before noting the substantial bulge there. And now he found himself looking at the bed instead. The bed. Jesus.

Patrick shot another look at Justin. He was acutely aware of how he himself looked, strapped down, half-naked, with gooseflesh covering his arms and chest. Justin was surveying the room, taking in the heavy wooden headboard of the bed, the dresser in the corner wfh the pair of beeswax candles on it. What was he thinking? His face gave nothing away.

Patrick felt an anger rising inside him, but also a terrible shame. This man was appraising the furnishings like someone deciding if a hotel room is up to his standards. It was galling, to be sitting here, unable to move, while Justin just looked around. Looked around like some fucking prince or something, like the owner of… like the man who was about to fuck Patrick’s newlywed wife.

Patrick kept pushing that image to the corner of his mind. Linda. Naked. On the bed, on her hands and knees. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, a sheen of perspiration on her face.

And Justin behind her, his hands gripping her shoulders. Grabbing her breasts. Plunging into her.

Patrick swallowed.

Justin glanced at him again and nodded. “I’ll go check on the ladies,” he said quietly, then edged out the door.

Patrick heard the tap on the bedroom door, then Cassie’s voice calling out.

“It’s me,” said Justin.

“You can’t come in!” Cassie cried. “Go away, you can’t see her. Wait, just a sec.”

The bedroom door rattled open and in a moment Cassie was leading Justin back to Patrick. “It’s going to be a surprise,” she explained breathlessly.

Justin grinned. “What are you girls up to?”

She giggled. “You’re going to love it,” she told him.

She came over and crouched next to Patrick. “It’s almost time,” she told him. “Linda told me to check with you one more time. just to make sure.”

Patrick licked his lips. Beşevler Escort Bayan “I’m ready,” he mumbled.

Cassie stroked his arm. “Okay,” she said. She hopped up and went over to the dresser. A match struck and she lit one candle, then the other, then shook out the match.

“Turn off the light,” she told Justin. She came back to Patrick and crouched next to him. “I’m so excited,” she told him. “You are going to love her.”

From the hallway came the sound of the bedroom door opening. The light in the hallway snapped off and they were left in the candlelight. Cassie giggled again.

Then Linda was in the doorway.

Patrick gasped.

She was dressed like a bride, in a white lace dress and veil. Her skin glowed in the candlelight, not covered in any real sense by the sheerness of the dress and the openwork of the lace. Her body swayed as she moved forward into the room. The dress clung to her, outlining the swells of her breasts, her hips and her ass, the almost-visible triangle where legs met belly. The full alchemy of her acted on Patrick like a drug. He strained against his bonds.

Linda came slowly into the room and stood in front of Justin. He seemed quite as amazed as Patrick was and stood staring at her.

“You may kiss the bride,” Cassie said. She laughed softly.

Justin lifted the veil up and away from Linda’s face. She tipped her face back and Justin leaned forward. Their mouths met and then their bodies came together. Linda’s hands were in Justin’s hair, holding his head in place while her lips and tongue sought his, her body pressed up against him. Justin’s hands slithered along the sheer fabric that covered her body, finally finding and gripping her ass. Patrick could see her legs parting and squeezing together around one of Justin’s, could hear the soft noises she was making. Cassie was digging her nails into his arm, then he felt her mouth against his ear, unpleasantly warm and moist.

“You see,” Cassie whispered. “She really wants it.”

Linda’s hands came down to Justin’s chest and started tearing at his shirt buttons. His hands rose up and found the zipper at the back of her neck. Down the zipper moved, down to the base of Linda’s spine. Justin stepped back and the dress fell to the ground. The candlelight danced on Linda’s body, playing on the curves and concavities.

Patrick licked his lips. He’d seen Linda naked so many times, of course, but never like this. Her body, its secrets revealed in front of, and for the pleasure of, this other man. He gazed at her longingly. Her nipples, swollen and pink. The tiny hummingbird tattoo on her shoulder. And between her legs, tucked away behind the patch of pubic hair, the focus of so much delight for both of them. And now. For her and Justin.

“Just like the photo she posted,” Cassie whispered. “All she’s wearing are the veil and the shoes.”

Justin was unbuttoning his shirt, kicking off his shoes. His chest was almost hairless and the muscles stood out and rippled as he moved. Linda reached over and ran her hands down his chest and his abs. Then her fingers found the zipper of his pants.

She leaned in and kissed him again, then sank to her knees, dragging down his jeans. His cock emerged, thick and suddenly huge, rearing out like an aggressive animal. The one-eyed head was purplish and swollen. A drop of pre-come glistened at the tip.

Linda ran her fingers along the shaft, looking up at Justin, and then down at his cock. She cradled his balls in one hand and rubbed the cock with the other, using the pre-come to smooth her strokes. She brushed back the veil that was again starting to slide down over her face and licked her lips. The candlelight shone on her face, throwing her cheekbones into shadow and glittering in her eyelashes. She glanced up at Justin one last time and then, so slowly it was agony to watch, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

—

Patrick had been imagining this moment for a very long time. Early on, when they were just getting to know each other, there had been an evening when he and Linda had gone to a late show of a sexy movie. Patrick’s memory of the movie itself was hazy, except for the heroine, who was beautiful and often naked, and her activities, which were uninhibited. He had his arm around Linda and a hand on her breast and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

Gradually a strange feeling stole over Patrick. Maybe it was the sexy movie, or just being turned on by being close to Linda in the dark, but he became convinced, for no reason at all, that the man on the other side of Linda had his hand under her skirt.

He tried glancing over without turning his head. but the angle was wrong. Was it true? Was this stranger slipping his fingers between her legs and touching her cunt? With all the moans and heavy breathing going on in the movie it would be hard to know if Linda was making ecstatic little noises of her own. She shifted in her seat and her legs moved – was she spreading them apart? Escort Beşevler Patrick turned his head and kissed her and, out of the corner of his eye, could see that she had her coat in her lap, covering her skirt. Anything was possible. The man was just a shape in the darkness, there was no way to see where his hands were. Linda gave him a languorous, sexy kiss and stroked the hand that he had on her breast. Were strange fingers probing her secret folds, feeling the warmth and wetness of her? Was she about to come with this stranger finger-fucking her?

He felt crazy for thinking such a thing but also… the thought was delicious. If the stranger’s stroking brought her off while she kissed him, Patrick, how would that feel?

He told her about his crazy feeling while they were fucking that night. Not right out but like a fantasy. “I’m thinking about this woman at a movie and she feels this hand on her thigh.” Like that. She loved it. The description of the woman coming with the stranger’s fingers stroking her while she leaned against her boyfriend, whispering and moaning, finally shuddering, drove her into several rounds of pleasure.

But afterward, when he ventured that he found the idea exciting and maybe they could try it for real some time she’d been angry and hurt and he had backed off immediately.

But he kept thinking about it. If she went out for drinks with her girlfriends he thought about surreptitious feels and fucks in secluded corners of clubs. When she went on a business trip he thought about a woman who had found one of her coworkers irresistible or else mile-high club adventures in darkened airplanes. Of course, all of these had Linda in a starring role.

And he shared his fantasies with Linda. Cautiously at first, to see how she reacted but it turned out she found them pretty fun. Not as exciting as he did (they were his fantasies after all) but if he waited until she was really turned on to tell her a story (always about “this woman’, never about “Linda”), they had excellent results – supercomes, Linda called them.

And Linda had kinks of her own. She loved to tie him up, for instance. He had never explored this side of things and found that he was a natural submissive. Tied down, spread eagled and naked, a blindfold covering his eyes, he would lick the pussy that she lowered on his face. There were experiments with butt plugs. Sometimes, she would declare a “Linda-week” when he would be forbidden to come, when his mission was to attend to Linda’s needs and desires.

It all came together one evening when she was getting ready to go out for a girls’ night. He was lying on the bed, watching her do her makeup, when he suddenly came out with it.

“You should tie me up,” he said.

Linda had turned to look at him. “Tie you up?”

“Yes,” he said. “While you’re out. Tie me up naked.”

She laughed, but a little uncertainly. “You’re crazy,” she said. “And anyway, it wouldn’t be safe. What if the house burned down?”

“Leave one hand,” he said. “That way I can get free if I need to.”

She stared at him. “Why?” she asked.

“I think it would be fun,” he told her. He stood up and pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. His cock was fully erect. He lay back down. “Come on,” he urged her.

“I don’t get it,” Linda said.

“You’re going to a club,” he said. “There will be drinks and dancing and… I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know?” Linda asked. “There’s nothing to know.”

“You said Chloe hooked up with some guy last time you all went out.”

“Oh, that’s just Chloe,” Linda told him. “It’s not like that, not… we’re not out looking for guys, okay? That’s not what it is.”

He stared at her. “I know,” he said softly. “But I still like to think about it.”

“Me and other guys?” Linda was watching him carefully now.

“It’s a fantasy,” he said. “Please.”

She tilted her head to one side. “Okay,” she said. “Fantasies are fun.” She got up and went to her dresser, came back with the restraints. She went to each bedpost and secured his feet and then his left hand. She pursed her lips. “You’re going to spend the whole evening jacking off,” she said. “And be all tired out when I get home.”

“No, I swear,” Patrick said. He brought his fingers to his forehead. “Scout’s honor. I’ll save it all up for you.”

She shook her head. “Silly boy,” she said. She leaned over and gave his cock a little kiss then straightened up. “Gotta run,” she told him. “Have fun with the fantasies. See ya when I see ya.”

She came back three hours later, swaying a little bit. When she saw him, she giggled. “You’re still there,” she said.

“Uh-huh.”

“Didn’t get bored?” she asked. She was standing next to the bed now, looking down at him.

“Nope,” he said.

“What did you do all evening?”

“I thought about you,” he told her.

“Mmm,” she said. She looked thoughtfully at his cock. “Has he been like that all evening?”

“Absolutely rigid,” Patrick told her.

Linda smiled and went over to her dresser. She put down her purse and came over to him with the fourth restraint. She fastened his right wrist. “I think you need to tell me about it,” she whispered.

“You need to get into bed,” Patrick told her.

Linda smiled. “That sounds like a good idea,” she told him.

Chapter 5: I never really knew her.

I lay awake almost the whole night. Thoughts on how to approach Sarah about what had happened last night at the party were racing through my head. She slept like an angel right next to me, not bothered by her actions at all. It was difficult for me to catch a clear thought that night and even more difficult to find a comfortable position to sleep. I had just witnessed how my beloved girlfriend turned into a submissive pet for some stranger and let him do things I could have never even dreamed of. The scene of him fucking her tiny body from behind with relentless hard thrusts, making her scream and moan louder as I have ever heard, haunted me and made it impossible for me to close my eyes. I would have to confront her on how she lied to my face and break up with her afterwards. The thought of leaving her hurt me so much that I began to cry silently while recalling all the good memories we had together. I watched her sleeping next to me and thought I would never be so lucky again, as to get a girl that is even close as beautiful as Sarah. Apart from her looks, she always cared for me and was such a lovely person in general, she was just perfect. In my eyes. Well, not taken into account that she seemed to be cheating on me, probably not for the first time last night. I needed to find out more about that guy and if Sarah knew him prior to the party already. Maybe I could win her back.

After hours of thinking back and forth, I finally fell asleep. I woke up again from the sound of our apartment door closing. It was around noon already and the sun was shining directly into my face as if to mock me. My head hurt, and I felt like I had not slept at all last night. As I turned around, I saw that Sarah was already gone. I sighed and rolled over again. So, no talking until she would return from wherever she just went. Without looking, I felt for my phone on the nightstand on my side of the bed and clumsily pushed it over the edge. It hit the ground and bounced off to vanish right under the bed. I tried to pick it up without making the effort to get out of bed, but my fingers just pushed it further.

Our bed was quite high, so often stuff would go missing and Sarah would ask me to crawl under the bed to check if some of her things would be there. Most of the times there was nothing but dust and a few old socks, but from time to time I would find a missing earring after crawling under the bed completely. I leaned over my side of the bed to have a look at how far I had pushed my phone away already when I saw another phone on the ground on the other side of the bed. Excited I leapt over to Sarah’s side and had a closer look. It was Sarah’s. Seemed like she forgot it at home before heading out. I never felt the urge to search her private messages before, because I trusted her and didn’t think it would be necessary to control her in any way. Even now I felt like a criminal as I tried to unlock her phone. Luckily, she did not switch off her phone, because I had not the slightest idea what her Pin-code for the sim-card might have been. Now I just needed to find out the code to unlock the screensaver. Was it her birthday? After putting in the numbers with sweaty fingers, my access was denied. Afterwards, I tried the birthdays of myself, her father, mother, sister and even the one of the cat she had when she was little, but none led to any success. I sighed in frustration and tried to come up with any other dates that might be important to her. Even though I did not really believe in it, I ended up trying our anniversary date. To my surprise, her phone unlocked and greeted me with a picture of us from our latest holiday. The sight of it made me smile, she still loved me, otherwise, she would have changed the background and the security code for sure.

With a little hesitation, I tapped on the WhatsApp icon, to check for her most recent conversations. What I found shocked me and sent shivers done my spine. There were several messages from a guy called “Jack” that dated back to three months ago. When I checked the profile picture of him, I was pretty sure it was the guy from the party last night. As I scrolled all the way up, I already saw that the conversation was full of pictures, some of him, most of Sarah. I began reading the first chat of Sarah and him:

“You got a nice body, but that Çankaya Escort was the worst blowjob I ever had.” he wrote.

“I am so sorry… I don’t have much experience doing stuff like that, I promise I will improve…” she responded, adding two crying smiley faces.

“We will meet at the gym tomorrow at 12:00, I will teach you, don’t be late and wear something nice.” he ended the conversation for that day.

So, this has been going on for at least three months now. Three months of her sucking him off at his convenience. Three months since she touched me the last time with sexual intentions. How could I have been so blind? I scrolled through their chat and had a look at the pictures he sent her. Most of them showed Sarah on her knees in front of him, sometimes photographed from his point of view and sometimes from a mirror behind her, showing her beautiful tiny body and her cute little butt. On some days it looked like he took the photos in a dressing room at the mall. She always either had her mouth stuffed with his thick veiny cock or was sucking on his enormous balls, as she directly looked into the camera with her beautiful blue eyes. Sometimes her make-up was a little messy as if she had cried before, but she did not look sad on those pictures, merely the opposite. It twisted my stomach as I scrolled through their messages and my eyes filled with tears. It felt just so surreal to see my little girl doing this on almost a daily basis for three months already. She often wore her gym clothes on these pictures, mostly gymshark leggings in all forms and colours and a fitting sports bra, although the bra was removed sometimes, revealing her small firm breasts. Although sometimes she wore all kinds of different lingerie that I had never seen on her before. Apparently, he made her try on whatever he thought might look good on her before getting his dick sucked and shooting his load down her throat. I felt more and more sick browsing through messages and pictures that summed up their relationship during the last three months. Why the hell did she do this? I always thought she hated blowjobs. During our whole relationship, she always refused to even kiss or lick my penis, saying it would be unnatural and disgusting. Now, I could see her happily enclose his glans with her soft lips, making a face as if she would suck a thick milkshake through a tiny straw. At this point, I realized I never really knew her until now.

I totally lost the track of time while I was browsing through their chatlog. At 14:00 I was supposed to meet some classmates at the Uni to finish a shared presentation on anaerobic yeast fermentation. When I checked my own phone again, I had several missed calls and tons of messages from unknown numbers. Apparently, the whole campus was present at the party yesterday and suddenly everybody felt the urge to message me about Sarah and how they would like to give her some “private lessons” or practice with her for some “oral exam” Some people just sent me pictures to remind me that she sucked off this stupid asshole in front of everyone yesterday so I could revisit the scene from almost every angle possible. I didn’t want to leave the bed anymore, I just wanted to move to another city and start over at another university, where nobody would remind me of how much of a coward I am. I sighed and laid down on my side of the bed, only realizing now that my penis was hard. Confused and overwhelmed with all the feelings of desperation, anger and embarrassment I checked the time on my phone and felt a spike of adrenalin rushing through my body. It was 14:15 already, I needed to get up as soon as possible and make my way to university in order to not fail my class for not participating in the group project. After hectically searching for my trousers, I called one of my group partners to let them know I would be late:

“I… I am very sorry, I totally forgot about our meeting today! I’m on my way now, I’ll be there in about 20 minutes!” I said out of breath while getting dressed and searching for my shoes.

“Yeah, whatever man, don’t worry, heard you had a rough night yesterday.” he said and tried to hide the big smile on his face that made him sound as if he was telling someone a joke.

I hung up on him, found my shoes and started lacing them, as I heard Sarah’s keys Çankaya Escort Bayan unlocking the door of the apartment. Followed by the sound of rattling keys came the deep voice of Jack and a loud slap sound as if he just hit her ass with his flat hand. Immediately, I panicked. What was I supposed to do now? My breathing became shallow and my heart pounded heavily in my chest. I heard the sound of her high heels approaching on our parquet floor and searched for a place to hide. Impossible to confront her when he was around as well, he could beat the shit out of me if he decided to and I still wanted to live, despite everything that had happened recently. Before she opened the bedroom door, I rapidly crawled under our bed and watched them enter. I could see her feet in ridiculously sexy high heels and his in regular sneakers. From under the bed, I also had a view of the wardrobe-mirror that was located approximately half a metre from the lower end of our bed. The mirror showed me that she was wearing an extremely short skirt that barely covered her tiny ass cheeks, but I could not tell what else she was wearing. I tried to catch my breath in order not to get caught and lied down on my stomach, both hands clasping my mouth to not make any unnecessary sounds. What the hell are they doing in our flat? What am I doing here?

Chapter 6: Please stop, I can’t take it anymore

He entered the room and directly sat down on the edge of the bed. His legs were left and right in front of me and I heard the slatted frame squeaking as he sat down just above where my head was now. I could hear him opening his belt and zipper and without the need to say a word, she got down on her knees in front of him and in front of me. I could now see that she was wearing a tight white crop top that revealed her flat stomach with no bra underneath as it seemed. Down on her knees, she spread her slim and toned legs a little and I could see her wearing almost transparent panties that did not hide much of her labia. She was cleanly shaved down there with not a single stubble in sight. As she started to lift her little but a bit, the slurping and sucking noises began. I could see in the mirror behind her, that he held her long hair in a tight grip again, as he did the night before and apparently on countless other occasions during the last three months. The sounds of her licking and sucking on his cock made me crazy, although I was not able to see how he entered her beautiful mouth this time. The movements of her head were visible in her whole body. She moved her hips and legs slightly towards my face with every up- and down of her head on his thick cock. Her beautiful pussy was just in front of me, I could literally smell how she was getting wetter every time his cock entered her sweet little mouth. It was so close in front of me, yet so far away as it never been before.

“Finger yourself, you filthy whore!” he commanded with a deep and grunting voice, as I could see that he tightened his grip around her hair and pushed her down on his cock.

She did not say anything but responded with choking and wheezing noises, as saliva dripped from her mouth and landed on her thighs for me to see it. One of her hands obediently wandered slowly underneath her skirt and pulled her little transparent panties to the side. Just a few centimetres in front of my face, I saw her splitting her sweet lips with her fingers to roughly push two of them into herself. I gasped as I saw it and had to be careful not to breathe too hard to avoid her feeling the passing air on her thighs and wet little pussy. With my eyes wide open and my heart pounding extremely fast, I observed how she fucked herself violently with her index and middle finger, as I had to listen to her choking and silently whimpering while he was using her little mouth. She started moaning and her little panties became soaking wet, while I felt my own erection pressing hard towards the ground. It became uncomfortable to lie on my stomach, but I did not dare to move out of fear of being discovered. On the inside, I felt like screaming. I wanted to end this here and now, but I was too scared to move or say something. The noises she made as he was violently fucking her throat and she fingered herself, made me slowly lose my mind. I wanted it to stop, my eyes filled with tears Escort Çankaya and I felt like throwing up, but she was only getting louder. I couldn’t take it anymore. Helplessly, I covered my ears with both hands, but could barely muffle her noises. Meanwhile, I felt my own penis pushing harder against the ground, as she continued to choke on his cock like she was close to throwing up. Suddenly the noises stopped, and everything went silent for a moment. It felt like a few minutes, but it was probably only seconds until he spoke again with his deep grunting voice.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed!” he commanded.

“Did…did I do good?” she asked in a shaky and out-of-breath tone.

He didn’t say anything. Maybe he smiled at her or just nodded, I couldn’t tell from where I was, but she slowly got up on her feet while shaking a little. Then one foot after the other disappeared from my view as she climbed on our bed and I could feel her moving just above me. He got up in the meanwhile and turned around to almost push his shoes in my face. I slowly crawled back a few centimetres in order not to get kicked by him and heard her on the bed just above me.

“I hope I was a good girl…” she said quietly, with a very submissive tone, as if speaking to herself.

In the mirror I could see that she was on her back, spreading her legs as far as she could, almost reaching a split position. He stood between her slim legs and pulled her tiny body towards him while grabbing a thigh with each hand. Once in position, he leaned forward and I could only guess from her moaning and screaming that he shoved his cock inside her wet little pussy. It was even worse than listening to her choking. Now she almost cried in pleasure as he directly started fucking her with rough and deep thrusts. He pushed her tiny body into the bed so hard that I felt the slatted frame on my back each time he penetrated her. I saw her tiny legs shivering in the mirror, while his huge and fully clothed muscular body covered my view between them. Although, the sounds she made were more than enough to understand what was happening right above me. I never heard her doing sounds like that, a mixture of moaning, screaming and high pitched screeching. As far as I could tell, he didn’t take the time to put on a condom before entering her and I didn’t hear her insisting on it like she always did when we had sex back in the days. He just stretched her tiny pussy with his thick cock without even asking permission. It hurt feeling every thrust of him on my back, as her body got slammed into the mattress, yet I didn’t dare to move. My own penis got pushed towards the ground even harder now and every thrust that hit me pushed it harder against the ground again. I didn’t’ want this to happen, I really didn’t, but as he fucked her unremittingly, without signs of slowing down, I came inside my pants from the friction created in my pants. Even more ashamed then before, I felt the warm sperm inside my boxers and running down my legs, while I had to listen to my little princess getting used by some stupid asshole on our own bed. I couldn’t tell how often she climaxed already. From the sound of it, she was climaxing all along as he fucked her. Back then I always thought she was a very silent type in bed since she never even moaned when we made love to each other.

The thrusting stopped abruptly and he let out a short groan as well, still standing between her legs and pushing his cock inside her. It seemed like he came inside her, planting his seed deep inside her little body. He must have been her first guy doing that if she never cheated on me before him. I was never allowed to do so, we always used condoms and even shared the costs, because she always told me she was disgusted by the thought of sperm inside her. After cumming, he slowly pulled out his cock and turned away. She was breathing heavily, still lying on her back, not moving despite her twitching legs.

“We see each other tomorrow slut.” he said calmly in a serious tone and left the room, without even waiting for a response.

Too embarrassed about the mess I made in my own pants, I waited under the bed and watched his sperm flow out of her in the mirror, as she was still recovering her breath. At some point, I hoped she would get up and take a shower and then I could sneak out and pretend that nothing happened. I would have to pack my things tomorrow and get the hell out of here. Now I realized, there was no way of getting Sarah back. She was now his little slut and there was no way of changing that. I finally realized that I lost my cute little girlfriend forever.

THE END

It was only about a 15 minute walk to Sally’s flat from the disco and I had my mind on only one thing. Hilary and her orgasm, that was just so cool! I had made a girl come for god’s sake. I was still grinning from ear to ear when I knocked on the door of Sally’s flat and she opened the door to me.

“Happy Birthday little brother of mine,” Sally said giving me a big hug and a kiss.

The room was filled with music and laughter as I came in, Diane and Julie were sitting on the floor each with a glass in their hand.

“Hey look who’s here at last,” Sally said to the girls “It’s our birthday boy looking like the cat that got the cream, I wonder what sort of present his girlfriend gave him this evening, eh bro?”

Both girls got up and came over to me to give me a hug and a kiss.

“Happy Birthday big boy,” They both giggled in unison.

Judging by the three already empty wine bottles, the girls had definitely started the party without me, which I reckoned could be a good sign of the likelihood of a fun end to the evening. My only disappointment was that both Diane and Julie were wearing trousers rather than skirts so would not be flashing me any panties! Sally had a very short dress on but she was my sister and didn’t really count.

“So how’s the evening gone so far?” Sally asked as she proceeded to open another bottle of wine. “Wine OK for you bro?”

“Yeah, that’ll be fine, although it looks like I’ll have a way to go to catch you three up!”

“Tell us all about your evening so far and then we’ll see about your birthday present,” Sally said as she settled herself on the sofa. “You haven’t stopped grinning since you arrived so I assume maybe my little brother got a nice present from your horny little girlfriend?”

“Sis! Please, for heaven’s sake, what sort of a question is that?” I could feel myself colouring up and had no idea what to say.

I was sitting on the floor with my back to the sofa by now and Julie crawled over to me on her hands and knees looking me straight in the eye saying.

“Oh come on! You stroll in here, strut your stuff with that look all over your face, you must have got some tonight?”

“Hey, pack it in, this is embarrassing, I had a good time with my friends tonight, and that’s all!” I said, completely unable to keep a grin off my face

“Hmm, I don’t think that’s all that happened tonight bro, but ok we’ll leave it for now. Maybe he’ll reveal all later eh girls?” she said to Julie and Diane.

They all promptly fell about laughing and chinked their wine glasses together; obviously slightly the worse for wear!

“You’re looking hot tonight bro, have I seen that shirt before?” Sally asked

“No, I got it this morning, a present from Mum & Dad,” I replied.

“What do you reckon girls, does my little brother look hot tonight to you?”

“Sizzling!” Diane cooed “And who helped you paint those trousers on Mike? Tights great but they must be cutting of your circulation!”

“Yeah cute butt,” said Julie.

“Ok ok, what’s going on here?” I asked “This is supposed to be my Birthday and I get the feeling you lot are just taking the piss!”

“Hey not at all bro,” Sally said.

“Oh come, on you’re all older than me how on earth would I look hot to you three?” I said.

“Hey, not that much older if you don’t mind!” Diane Chuckled. Besides there’s nothing wrong with a bit of cradle snatching!”

“Oh thanks, that makes me feel great,” I replied.

“We’ll see about that later!” said Julie casting a sly grin at Sally.

“Look seriously, what’s going on here?” I asked

“Nothing! Really, nothing at all!” Sally said. “Now let’s get the party started” She got up and put an LP on the record player and Julie & Diane joined her in the middle of the room and started to dance.

“Drink up Mikey, and lighten up it’s your birthday for heaven’s sake!” Said Sally.

I drank a couple of glasses of wine and watched the girls enjoying themselves as they danced to one song after another, then as a slower song started Diane came over and grabbed me.

“Me first for the slow dance,” she giggled draping her arms around me while we smooched to the music.

I only had my hands on Diane’s hips when she pulled me in closer “Come on Mike put a little effort into it!”

Now Diane is tall girl and with her heels on stands about and 2 inches taller than me, and it has to be said, she was a woman with a curve wherever one was needed. I had always thought she had a magnificent figure, and I remain to this day an advocate of the more curvaceous woman. Diane’s ample boobs were pressing into my chest, and with her hips swaying, her pussy was rubbing my crotch. This was a recipe for disaster for me and my rampant hormones!

I was getting a huge boner and tried to position myself so that Diane wouldn’t notice, god how embarrassing would that be? Diane however, had other ideas as her hands went to my butt and pulled me in closer to her as she continued to grind her pelvis into me, she also took my hand and placed Kolej Escort it on her bum.

Now don’t get me wrong, this was nice and I was enjoying myself, but I was also really unsure about what was going on, I looked over to the other two to see if I was going to be rescued, only to get another shock, Sally & Julie were in a clinch that raised a few questions in my mind. Julie was by far the smallest of the 3 girls, no more than 5’1″ tall, however she was beautifully proportioned for her size, with a gorgeous bubble butt and largish boobs, a real little pocket rocket!

Julie was resting her head on Sally’s chest with both her hands resting on her bum, “Wow that looks so hot,” I thought to myself but this was all seeming a little surreal to me, my sister and her friend were lezzing it up. Me I had one of Sally’s closest friends in my arms, grinding her pussy into me, “Ah well go with the flow,” I thought.

The smoochy music came to an end at which point Diane broke away from me. “He’s definitely growing into a man Sally,” Diane said placing the emphasis on growing as she said it.

I sat down fairly quickly in order to try and hide the bulge in my trousers, although I’m not sure I was kidding anyone!

“Really,” Julie said “And what part of him has grown Diane?” She laughed as she sat down next to me and put her hand on my knee.

“Oh just the most important part,” Giggled Diane

“Hey leave the poor boy alone you two,” Sally said, winking at the pair of them. “Mike make yourself useful and open another bottle of wine will you? The ladies and I need to get your birthday present ready, come on girls, time to get ready you come with me,” Sally called as she set off toward her bedroom.

I waited until they were out of sight before getting up and made decision never to wear these trousers when I am around women ever again! They were agony and way too tight whenever I got a boner, which let’s face it had been the greater part of the evening so far! I opened the wine and filled all our glasses up, then wondered if anyone would mind if I got changed into my Pyjama bottoms and T shirt, after all were all old friends and I really needed some relief from these strides!

“Hey Sis,” I called through her door. “Does anybody have any objections if I slip into something more comfortable i.e. my jimjams and a t-shirt? I really need some relief from these trousers of mine, they’re too tight and I’ve had them on all evening”

“No, go right ahead” she said, whilst I could hear a lot of giggling “we’ll be right out with you shortly, we’re just wrapping your present” At which point the three of them burst into laughter, I couldn’t help wondering what on earth was so funny?

I changed into my pyjama bottoms and t-shirt, oh and for sake of modesty, I kept my underpants on as anyone with experience of tie top pyjama bottoms will know, it’s never long before your cock is waving in the wind when wearing this garment, which is fine when you’re in bed on your own, but maybe not such a good idea when you’re in mixed company! (Of course it could be a great idea?) I went back to the lounge; where the music had stopped, so I went over to the record player and flipped the LP over. (this was necessary before the days of CDs and iPods!)

I heard Sally’s bedroom door opening and she called out “Are you ready out there?”

“Yes, bottle of wine open, glasses refilled, ready and waiting Sis!” I called

“Ok, sit on the sofa, close your eyes and don’t open them until I say, ok?”

“Uh Yeah Ok if you say so,” I replied as I sat down and closed my eyes, a little unsure of what was going on.

I heard the girls coming back into the lounge and could also hear a little rustle of paper so assumed that they had my present.

“Are your eyes still closed?” Sally asked. She was obviously still behind me.

“Yeah yeah, of course they are!”

“Ok, keep them tight shut until I say so”

I did as I was told and could sense the three of them moving round to the front of the sofa along with some suppressed giggling.

“Ladies, are you ready?” Sally asked.

“Yes” Came the reply in unison

“Right then young man, open those peepers of yours,” Sally said

As I opened my eyes I saw Julie, Diane and Sally standing in front of me each holding out a present for me, they sang a quick Happy Birthday and remained standing in front of me, each of them beaming from ear to ear. My jaw went slack and I was completely speechless at what I saw.

“Hey come on Bro! Open your presents, we went to a lot of effort to wrap them up for you,” Sally said, as she bounced in front of me.

“Yeah, come on fella, open them up” Chimed in Diane

“Mine first, mine first!” Giggled Julie

“Uuuh, well ok, yeah sure,” I mumbled.

“Come on Mikey, for heaven’s sake it’s only your birthday presents, the least you can do is say thanks and have the good grace to open them” Sally said

The problem was, I couldn’t get my mouth or anything else to work properly, Kolej Escort Bayan because you see each one of the girls was standing in front of me wearing their old college uniform! From top to bottom, black patent shoes, white knee length socks, blouse, tie, and blazer oh yes and skirt! Did I not mention the skirt? Their uniform skirts were kilt style and not even close to regulation length. Now I remember they wore them short when they were at college, but these were short! The hems of their skirts were showing just, and I mean just! Showing below their blazers! With Diane being as tall as she was, I could already see a tiny triangle of white cotton covering her pussy, Sally was still bouncing in front of me affording a flash of pink material, however with Julie being the shortest of the three nothing was on show just yet.

I closed my gaping mouth and took Julies present from her and opened it, it was a book about Formula 1 motor racing.

“Sally said you were becoming a bit of a petrol head, so I thought you’d like this?” She said sitting down next to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Wow yeah, thanks, this is great” I stuttered.

“Me next” Said Diane she also sat next to me on the sofa but on my other side, I’ll leave it to your imagination as to how much gorgeous female thigh was on show either side of me! My hands were physically shaking and my heart thumping as I took her present and opened it; it was a bottle of aftershave.

“Gotta smell nice for the girls Mikey Boy,” She said

“Yeah Yeah right, this is cool thank you” I said, again stumbling over my words.

“You’re welcome” She said, also giving me kiss on my other cheek.

“Now Mine” Said Sally as she knelt down in front of me.

I opened Sally’s present finding a really cool shirt inside.

“Hey Sis you’ve got good taste,” I said trying my hardest to play it cool and show that I hadn’t notice their change of clothing “Thanks, really, this is great!”

She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips and said “You’re more than welcome little brother; you know how much I love you!”

“Yeah we all do” Said Diane “Some brothers are a real pain in the butt, but you’ve always been fun and more mature than most boys were at your age”

“Well thanks, I love you all too! And the presents are great and……well……” I was actually starting to choke up a bit which was embarrassing.

“Well what?” Julie asked with a grin

“Oh come on you lot, help me out here!” I said blushing, I could feel the heat in my face rising, my ears must have looked like red beacons.

“What do you mean Bro?” Asked Sally innocently “What’s the problem here?”

“Hmm let me think, how about the change of clothing that came with the presents eh Sis?” I said with far more confidence than I actually felt.

“Oh That! Gosh yes I’d nearly forgotten!” she said standing up.

“Forgotten what?” I asked

“The last part of your present,” She said “We wrapped them especially for you, didn’t we girls?”

“We sure did,” They replied laughing.

“Ok Ladies on your feet,” Said Sally

Diane and Julie stood up and joined Sally and taking their blazers off stood in a line in front of me. Diane was again showing the merest hint of white cotton, my god her legs went on forever! I was sure I should be looking up at their faces but those hemlines had me hooked!

“Ready?” Sally asked.

“Who me?” I replied.

“Yes you, silly,” she said.

“Yeah I’m ready, but what for?” I asked.

“Well we all thought we should wrap one final present for you, so here it is, well actually, here they are!”

At this they each turned round and without further ado grabbed their hems and lifted their skirts! I could hardly believe my eyes, which at this point were no more two feet away from three gorgeous panty covered bums.

“Oh my god,” I thought “Surely this is the point at which I wake up with a massive hard on and a big wet patch on the front of my pyjamas”

The girls bent over and wiggled their bums in my face then straightening up remained standing there, with their skirts lifted, gently swaying their butts from side to side.

“Like what you see fella?” Sally asked over her shoulder.

My throat had completely constricted and I was unable to say anything, I just coughed and nodded my head.

I had been right earlier; Sally was wearing pink panties, not cotton, but a sort of silky material, Sally had a lovely rounded ass beautifully encased in her panties. Diane’s ass which was directly in front of me was magnificent! As I said earlier she is a tall girl and possibly might have been viewed as carrying a few pounds more than she ought, but this took nothing away from her stunning legs and well-rounded ass. Diane was wearing white cotton bikini briefs trimmed around all the edges with a thin delicate lace (As a panty man the details are important!) I struggled to take my eyes off this vision of white cotton covered heaven before me!

Now Escort Koleji Julie’s ass was also a sight for sore eyes, obviously smaller than Diane’s but probably as close to perfection as you are likely to find with two perfectly rounded cheeks. What Julie gave up in height she made up for in shape! This divine vision of roundness was also encased in cotton panties but these were a very pale blue and also had the same trim as Diane’s. With her butt being the shape it was, Julie’s panties were stretched just a little tighter across her ass. So with these three beautiful panty clad asses in front of me, had I died at that moment I think I would have gone to heaven a happy man!

“Enjoying the view?” Diane asked “Have you seen enough of our panties yet?”

I don’t know how long they had been standing there with their skirts raised, as time seemed to have slowed down for me, however, I decided in for a penny in for a pound, I plucked up my courage and tried to find my voice while clearing my throat.

“Uh well I err no not really! It would be really nice if you all turned round so that I can see the front of your panties as well?” I stuttered in a hoarse whisper and with very little authority at all!

Sally promptly dropped her skirt and turned round to look at me, Diane and Julie followed suit.

Sally stood staring at me with a curious grin on her face.

“Well well well! You’ve got some cheek, eh little brother? Sally said “So, now you want to see the front of our panties, eh little brother? Hmm? Is that what you are asking?” She said.

I tried clearing my throat again but it still felt constricted and any speech was turning out to be struggle. “Well yeah I guess I am” I croaked. It is my birthday after all and surely I am allowed a birthday wish?”

“Oh you are, are you?” said Sally.

Diane and Julie stood hands on hips saying nothing but both smiling mischievously.

“A good sign surely?” I thought.

“What do we think ladies? Sally asked. “Shall we grant him his birthday wish or not?”

“Why not,” giggled Julie.

“Good girl,” I thought to myself.

“Fine by me, let’s make it a birthday to remember for Mikey shall we?” Diane said.

By now I was glad of two things, firstly that I had had the good sense to keep my underpants on under my pyjama bottoms and secondly that I still had a heavy book on my lap hiding my state of arousal!

“Ok ladies when you’re ready” Said Sally. “One, two, three!”

On three, each girl raised her skirt, and there I was, transported back to heaven, as I stared at three panty covered pussy mounds. Now in the seventies most girls would have a bush rather than today’s trend for bald pussies, I still prefer a well-trimmed pussy to a bald one and in truth it is panty related reason. You see, with some hair down there it creates an interesting and for me very erotic mound in the panties, and here I was with three gorgeous mounds each with a soft cotton or silky fabric covering them just a few inches from my face!

Each was standing with her legs slightly apart which meant I had a view through to where I could see just a little of the lower part of each panty enclosed ass. It was clear now that Julie and Diane’s panties were of the same style but just different colours, as each had the same small area of embroidery on the front. Sally’s were plain on the front except for a small ribbon bow on the middle of the waistband. I loved them all!! I was also sure I detected just the merest hint of a damp spot on Diane’s panties, but unfortunately I got no more time to look closer.

“Ok, show over, buddy,” Sally laughed. “It’s time for a drink, all this panty flashing has given me a thirst!”

At which point sadly, each skirt was lowered and was smoothed down, Diane however looked down at smiled, winked and puckered her lips as if blowing a kiss without the hand action, God that was sexy, I nearly creamed myself there and then!

“So Mikey, did you enjoy your birthday presents?” Diane asked, her voice and attitude oozing sex appeal.

“Yes come on Mikey, tell us whether you enjoyed looking at our panties” Julie said, also using a seductive voice but not quite able to stop a giggle.

“Oh I’m quite sure he did!” Said Sally

Right now I was feeling fairly flustered and maybe just a little out of my depth, as I sat whith three lovely women all looking horny as hell, dressed as school girls flashing their underwear at me! I was also having a bit of a struggle dealing with the fact that I had found all three girls horny as hell, which meant that included my sister, and that didn’t feel right!

“Pass me my wine I need a drink!” I said, for want of anything else to say!

Sally passed me my wine and laughing said “Hey girls, I think he’s blushing! What’s wrong bro surely you enjoyed your present? I know we did!”

I downed my wine in one and held it out for Sally to refill for me.

“Of course I enjoyed it! I spluttered. “Bloody hell Sally, what did you think I’d say? Three babes lifting their skirts for me, for fucks sake! I thought I’d died and gone to heaven! What I don’t get is, quite why you would all enjoy showing off your panties to me?” Strangely I felt my emotions running quite high at this point but as it all started to spill out of me I found the courage to continue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She started breathing harder.

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

“More,” moaned Kelly.

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

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

PART 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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