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“And how do we play this game of yours?” I asked.

“It’s pretty simple.” Sasha replied, “It’s kind of like the basketball game ‘HORSE’ except it’s different moves on your partner. So, when one couple does a move, the other couple has to mimic it to the best of their ability, and then it’s their turn to make a new move.”

“Sounds like a plan babe. So it’s us verse them?” Said Corey.

“HA! HA! Sorry, but there is a slight twist in this game. It’s going to be chicks verse dicks.”

“Woah, this is bullshit! I spent my whole night dancing and talking with Lisa here, only to get cock instead of pussy?!” I was a little disappointed. Although I am bi, I still have a strong attraction to women. Tonight I was set up with Lisa (by Sasha and Corey) and the four of us when out to dinner and then a club. The moment I was introduced to Lisa, I just had to have her.

“You’re a bit conceited.” Sasha giggled.

“Fuck being conceited, why did you sound so nonchalant about getting ‘dick’?” Corey asked rather curiously with a hint of disbelief.

Ah shit, I just stared at him with a slight feeling of embarrassment. But that went away as my eyes checked him out as he turned to look back at the girls. I just met Corey tonight. I work with his girlfriend, Sasha, at the gym. One day I got the guts to ask her out, which she kindly rejected and told me about Corey. A few days later she came up to me and introduced Lisa and then told us to go out with them next weekend. I guess that covers everything up to this point.

As I was checking him out I noticed he had the kind of body and looks I liked in guys. 5’10” slim, muscular enough to know he works out, slightly tan and has a nice, smooth face…Ok, he’ll do. I just hope this game will lead up me getting something from Lisa.

“Stop your crying Jay. Who said I was going to let you touch me?” Lisa gave me that evil grin that all girls make when they feel “naughty.”

“You can’t be serious ladies.” Corey protested.

“Oh shut up Corey, you always talk about how curious you are.” One for Sasha. “Now, let’s get things started.”

Their shoes were already off. Sasha came up from behind Lisa and began to run her hands all over her body, on top of the clothes. Lisa was wearing a tight tube top belly shirt and a tight skirt that wasn’t too short but it was properly above her knees. She was kind of short but her body was well proportioned. Her boobs looked like something in the low ‘C’ area. She was about bursa escort 5’5″ very tan (just came back from vacation), dark hair and a very fit body. She mentioned playing in volleyball tournaments, so I assume that’s why she’s in such good and sexy shape.

Lisa moaned as Sasha massaged her breasts and then slowly worked her hands down to the crotch where Lisa’s hip started to move like when we danced. Then Sasha stopped and looked at Corey and me.

Corey seemed a bit nervous as I went behind him. I told him to close his eyes and he did. I rubbed my hands all over his body. His chest (was more solid than I thought and his abs were quite developed as well). He started breathing hard when my hands slowly rubbed his ass and then around to his hardening dick. I massaged his package for while and liked what I was feeling. I eventually moved my hands to his shirt and ripped it open and then massaged his pecks. I stopped after a few seconds and then stared down the girls. (I think I was playing the game right).

Lisa went behind Sasha, who was wearing a pink tank top that’s was so very tight, and a short denim skirt. Sasha was your average all American college girl. She was the same height as Corey, dirty blonde hair (obviously the blonde was dye…but still sexy looking), she’s on the women’s lacrosse team for her school and has slightly muscular legs and had a big bicep when she flexed.

Lisa did a quick little touch all over Sasha to warm her up but now she had to expose Sasha’s perfect “handful” boobs, play with them and then do something else. Without a problem, Sasha’s tits were out and her tank top was on the floor. Lisa was having a very good time, playing with the nice pair. Sasha moaned and leaned back against Lisa as she was playing with the nipples. Lisa stopped, then came around to the front of Sasha and began kissing and licking her entire upper body all the way up the neck and to the ear, came very close to kissing but stopped, only to turn to us and give us our turn.

He seemed more relaxed now that his dick was at full attention. With a smile he came to my front and took off my shirt. He licked my chest and abs, then all the way up my neck to my ear. He kissed my ear and then my cheek a few times then to my lips where we locked and let our tongues go wild on each other. My arms went around his shoulders as his wrapped around me waist. We were really into it until the girls giggled. We stopped and looked right at them.

They immediately kissed. I have never seen so much tongue being used malatya escort but they made it look so sexy. Sasha’s hands traveled down to Lisa’s skirt and tugged down on them. With little effort her skirt just fell down around the ankles. Lisa stepped out of them and Sasha pushed her up against the wall and kissed her way down, pulling Lisa’s tube top down too. Sasha kissed her way to Lisa’s really wet panties. She just licked and tongued over the thong while one hand was rubbing in between the ass cheeks. She then brought her other hand to the font and pushed up on where the clit is and Lisa let out an “OH.”

Their eyes locked on us…I made my move on Corey with excitement. That kissing really got me going. I don’t care if I get Lisa at all tonight, I just want that throbbing cock that I can’t stop staring at. I licked and I kissed, down to his pants and took them off. He stepped out and I immediately grabbed his hips and pulled him close to me. I was on my knees, one hand on his tight ass and the other massaging his balls while I kissed and licked the outside of his boxer briefs. Oh baby did it smell good.

I stood up, got completely naked and did some more kissing with him and put his hand on my cock. I was so stiff and horney, that only after a few jerks I was letting it out onto his briefs. After the last blast I looked over at the girls.

Lisa unbuttoned Sasha’s skirt and pulled it down, Sasha had nothing on underneath. Lisa kissed and slowly brought her fingers to Sasha’s clit. She slowly rubbed at first. Corey and I watched in amazement at how wet she was getting. It was literally dripping down her leg. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open. Lisa then inserted her middle and ring finger and went to work. Sasha was moaning while she had her hand on top of Lisa’s.

Within a couple of minutes, Sasha’s knees bent and her legs began to shake. She started moving her body in a motion I can only assume she does when riding Corey. Then she stood stiff and cum started trickling down her leg. She held Lisa’s head close and kissed her hard as she climaxed. Eventually she came down from the orgasm and smiled. She took Lisa’s hand and had her lay down on the floor. She removed Lisa’s thong and then laid on top of her in a 69. She went to town on Lisa like a wild animal. She was just going crazy, head moving so fast and her hands were keeping the legs spread apart. Lisa was moaning and concentrating to the best of her ability on fingering Sasha’s asshole while her tongue was cleaning up the cum from the çanakkale escort recent orgasm. They went at it for some time until Lisa closed her legs on Sasha’s head and muffled her scream in the pussy.

Our turn.

Corey laid me down and got on top. He started out licking and kissing around the base of my resurrected boner. He licked up and around my shaft to the tip. When he got to my head he flicked it with his tongue. He used one hand to keep himself up and the other was switching off between massaging my balls and rubbing my hole. I had the best view this whole time. His full dick and hanging balls right above my face. I sucked on his nuts for a while. They tasted great. They were hairless too so I just went all out with giving him a great juggling with my tongue. I would lick and suck his sack, then lick and kiss my way up to his cock, then back down to the balls and then swing over to his ass. He tasted great in all three places. I could have sworn his ass was getting wet, and I don’t mean with my saliva. I thought I had him good with my technique but before I could make him cum, he got up, knelt down between my legs, raised them up to his shoulders and then inserted his beautiful dick into my ass. He somehow had KY jelly near him and got it on before I even knew what he was doing. My mind was completely gone.

“Hey that’s unfair!” Lisa complained. “Sasha doesn’t have a prick!”

“That’s what you think” Sasha came up to Lisa with a strap-on. Lisa looked down at it, laid next to me and spread her legs. She looked at me and smiled.

“Your on.” She said. We kissed while on our backs, being fucked by the couple that set us up. Corey started jerking me off as he pumped harder into me. Sasha began talking dirty to Corey.

“You gonna cum in his ass baby? Get your jizz all inside of him? How about you get it on him, all over his chest and then lick it up. I wanna see you cum baby, I wanna see you cum hard!”

Corey moaned loud and gave one strong push into me. My cock twitched and I shot cum all over my stomach. Corey shot a jet into my ass, pulled out and hosed me down. He must have been saving it up all week because it didn’t seem to stop. He shot his load on my face, chest, stomach and cock. I pulled away from Lisa, sat up and held mine and Corey’s dick together. He licked my chest a little and then kissed me, giving my some of his cum.

I laid back down, he pulled out and he cleaned me up, of course sharing with me. Lisa came all over the dildo around the same time as I came. Sasha un hooked it and gave it to Lisa to suck on.

When all was licked clean we all jumped in Sasha and Corey’s Jacuzzi where we all talked, shared sexual stories and fantasies and of course, played with each other’s body for the rest of the night.

I guess the game ended as a draw.

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The Kennel

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A small bell chimed as the imposing 30-year-old woman strode into the waiting area of the facility, towing behind her a timid male companion. The receptionist at the front desk took notice, and quickly checked the computer as to who might be arriving for an appointment at this time, soon finding the entry she was looking for.

“Welcome to the kennel, Mrs. Ashton.”

From the street, none would look twice at the gray, unmarked commercial building, much less guess its lascivious purpose. Far away from the main thoroughfares and curious eyes, the structure housed an agency where individuals of appreciable means and very specific interests could pay to keep their subs safe, bound and stimulated while away on business trips or other lengthy excursions.

Today, on the cusp of her departure to a three-week business trip around Europe, the voluptuous, wavy-haired executive Sarah Ashton had brought her 20-year-old boyfriend-slash-pet, Ellis, for an extended stay at this human kennel. She knew for a certainty that her impending excursion would be strictly business, and couldn’t help but imagine her darling bored to tears by the whole thing. She much preferred imagining her little boytoy here, trapped and pleasurably tormented by the space-age restraint systems advertised by the company on their website. Oh yes, she had imagined this quite often, and quite intensely. Of course, on the weeks leading up to the dropoff, she never let Ellis in on anything beyond the basics: that he’d be staying here for the time being, and that no, for the twentieth time, he couldn’t accompany her on her trip. But she had a strong feeling that he would enjoy what was soon going to happen to him, if their frequent play sessions were any barometer.

Ellis sat in a comfy chair by the wall, waiting as his mistress and the receptionist for the kennel chatted and went through the various sign-in procedures. The cute, twinky blonde with shoulder-length hair ever so wanted to accompany his lover on her trip, but he obediently accepted her judgment that he would have to stay behind here. As he looked around the calming, almost hospital-like setting, he could help but wonder exactly what she meant by ‘staying here’. Maybe it was some sort of spa? It didn’t seem like any accommodation he had ever spent a night in, and he was desperately hoping that he wouldn’t grow too bored over three weeks by whatever they had here.

“Alright, Mrs. Ashton, he’s all checked in.”

Ellis’s ears perked up as the receptionist beckoned him to where the two women were standing, and he dutifully walked over at a brisk, expectant pace. He took notice of her uniform, which looked much like a standard nurse’s scrubs.

“You’re going to be staying with us for three weeks, Ellis,” the receptionist explained.

“You will be unable to leave during this time. Your mistress has consented to various actions that will be performed on you as a part of your stay here, though she has requested that we keep the specifics hidden from you at this time. For legal reasons, we need your consent as well. Do you accept the terms of your stay here?”

Ellis only nodded.

“Perfect!” the receptionist replied. “We’ll get to work on your processing immediately. Do you two want to say some quick goodbyes before we get started?”

Sarah Ashton gave Ellis a great big hug, leaning down to speak next to his ear. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your stay here. These three weeks will pass in an instant!”

“I’ll miss you,” Ellis replied.

“I will too,” Sarah completed, letting go of Ellis as she began to leave the room.

Placing a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder, the receptionist began to guide Ellis away from his departing lover and deeper into the mysterious building where he would be kept.

Ellis felt the but the faintest lump in his stomach as his newfound keeper guided him through the vinyl curtains and into the back of the facility. As they crossed the threshold, the receptionist called out over her shoulder at the leaving Mrs. Ashton.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take great care of him here!”

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The two now stood in a large hallway. There were three doors on the left side of the hallway, with a small label in the center of each one, though Ellis couldn’t make out what they said from where he was standing. To his right was a counter that connected the receptionist’s area with the passage. At the very end of the hall was an intimidating black door.

“Strip,” the receptionist commanded, and Ellis promptly began to disrobe. “There’s no sense in having our guests wear clothes here,” continued the lady. “Especially the undergarments, young man,” noticing him hesitate before removing his most intimate layer.

As soon as the last of his clothing was removed, the garments were whisked into a plastic box that was resting on the counter.

“You’ll get these back when your mistress comes to pick you up.”

Placing her hand on the boy once again, she lead him to the first room. On the door was the label urfa escort ‘Exam Room’, and the two entered.

The room looked almost like an ordinary doctor’s office, with rows of shelves and charts lining the walls. The most notable feature, however, was the large gynecological chair smack in the center of the room, with a small table beside it.

“Before interring our guests, it’s necessary to perform a short examination. We want to make sure our unorthodox lodgings wont pose any medical risks to the guest, and we’ll also need to take some measurements so that the you’ll experience the full effects of your stay.”

“The full effects?” Ellis nervously questioned.

“Oh my, your mistress really hasn’t told you anything, has she? I know she requested we keep the next steps a secret for you, but I suppose it would make things smoother for us if I filled you in a little about what this place is.”

“Here at The Kennel, we specialize in long-term bondage solutions for patrons that must be separated from their pets for a period of time, but wish to see them cleaned up and raring to go the moment they get back. To accomplish this, we place our guests in what is similar to a sensory deprivation tank for the whole duration, floating in a warm solution that will keep your body just as fresh as the moment you got in. Except the sensory deprivation aspect will be anything but. Depending on the course our clients select, you will be stimulated the entire time by various instruments affixed to your erogenous zones, and constantly held close to the edge of orgasm, but never over. Finally, both feeding and waste will be automatically taken care of by the pod. Watching a sub reunite with one of our clients after an extended course of this treatment is simply a sight to behold, and that’s why our reputation is so highly held in certain circles.”

A look of fear shot over Ellis’ face as he heard of what lie in store. Reassuringly, the woman continued to explain.

“Don’t you worry. Mrs. Ashton has signed you up for the ‘good’ version of our treatment. It’s designed with our guests’ pleasure in mind, and based on the feedback we’ve received, as well as the way your member is reacting right now to my explanation, you’re going to enjoy this a whole lot.”

Ellis, blushing, looked down at his shaven body to see that his cock was indeed stirring at the thought of the events to come, and despite his concerns, the things she described were most certainly something he knew he would like.

“Now get yourself into those stirrups so we can get this process underway.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, quickly hopping into the chair and placing his legs in the instructed depressions.

“This chair is equipped with restraints for our more unruly guests, but you look like you’re going to be a good boy for me today. Am I correct in this assumption, or are you going to need to be strapped down?”

Ellis gave a quick shake of his head ‘no’.

“That’s what I like to see,” she replied.

In a whirl of instruments, the woman started to a battery of tests that would not be out of place in any normal physical, deftly marking down the results on a clipboard.

“Vitals, check. Musculature, healthy. Height and weight, excellent. The standard pod will work fine.”

Putting away the more normal medical tools in a cupboard, the reception lady took out a handful of more deviant ones. Among them, Ellis noticed, was a gleaming steel speculum.

“Now we need to measure you for your plugs.”

Setting the implements down on the table beside the chair, the professional then picked back up a small rubber bulb connected to a pump.

“Open wide,” the receptionist sweetly commanded, as she stuck the uninflated balloon into Ellis’ mouth and gave it a few pumps. “Size regular for the mouth”, she mused to herself as she noted her determination down on Ellis’ chart.

“Alright then, now for the fun measurement. Just relax for me, honey.”

She picked up the speculum, applying a generous amount of lubrication from a dispenser built into the chair, and nuzzled its tip into Ellis’ waiting asshole. Applying a little force, she began to slowly drive it in. Once it reached a satisfactory depth, she gently began opening it, measuring the reactions of the cute boy’s face as well as the reactions of his pliant hole. Once she had reached the target level of resistance, she quickly withdrew the implement, and cross referenced the reading on the speculum with the facility’s plug size chart.

“Just on the edge of medium…I think we’ll move up a to a size large for you. Better to keep our guests overstuffed than under, in my experience.”

Setting the chart down, she picked up her tools and moved them to the room’s sink.

“Alright, we’re all done with your intake exam, Ellis. If you’ll get up and follow me, we’ll be moving on to the next stage.”

Ellis rose out of the chair and followed the receptionist back into the hall.

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Leading balıkesir escort Ellis by the hand, the receptionist towed him down the hall to the second door. On it was the label ‘Cleaning Room’. She then opened the door and motioned for him to step inside.

The room was covered from floor to ceiling in black tile, looking rather like some sort of goth-themed communal shower. In the center were two large fixtures, a person-sized glass table supported by a rectangular tile column with a few cubbies installed, and a large waterfall shower on the ceiling, directly above the table. Connected to the side of the shower were various nozzles that could extend to allow water to hit hard-to-reach places.

And beside the table was a tall, large-breasted woman with soft features, long blond hair, and an instantaneous smile when she saw who she would be tending to next. She was wearing a skimpy black bikini as well as two medium-length latex gloves.

“Oh, aren’t you just the cutest little subby!” she exclaimed as Ellis entered the room. “I’m Jenna, and I’ll be your hygienist today. We’re going to get you all clean here, both inside and out, before we tie you up for your stay! That way you’ll be perfectly fresh and clean for when your domme gets back, and you won’t get any of our equipment dirty either!”

Ellis noticed the receptionist withdraw from behind him and felt the door close, trapping him in here with the excitable lady who seemed to have taken a special interest in doing rather intimate things with his body.

“Just hop up on the table here,” said Jenna, “and I’ll get you strapped in.”

The soon to be victim of Jenna’s ministrations climbed up onto the table and hung his legs off the side. “Hands and knees,” she remarked, and he quickly shifted into the correct position. The hygienist began to circle Ellis, pulling straps out from their retracted positions in the table and securing him by the wrists, knees and ankles.

“Don’t worry, we secure all our guests for this step. Just makes it easier for me, and ensures they get a proper washing.”

Reaching into a drawer blow the table, Jenna fished out a small remote and clicked its central button. The waterfall shower began spraying out many gentle streams of hot water, and Ellis jumped at the sudden soaking, though his involuntary reaction didn’t take him far thanks to the restraints holding him in place.

“Would you look at that skin glisten,” purred Jenna. “I’m going to have some fun washing you~.”

Withdrawing a large, soft, sponge and a bottle of foaming body soap, Jenna got to work scrubbing every inch of her poor charge, lathering the pleasant-smelling cleaning agent into his skin. She started with his back, moving on to his arms and legs, then chest (she took her time here), his face (with the help of one of the retractable nozzles from above), and then set her eyes on his adorable buttocks.

With the sponge, she began polishing his rear globes with a generous amount of soap, seemingly in attempt to achieve a mirror shine down there. Eventually, she decided to give up on the sponge, placing it down, squirting a heaping of the soap into her hands, and kneading Ellis’ behind with her own gloved fingers.

Eventually, remembering she still had other parts to take care of, she rinsed her hands, took out some shampoo, and began washing Ellis’ hair, as quickly (but still thoroughly), as she could. Her mind was obviously still elsewhere.

Taking out a toothbrush and some toothpaste, she began firmly brushing Ellis’ teeth, making sure every inch of his mouth would be immaculate, and filling his sheeks with a fair bit of foam in the process. After giving him permission to spit, Jenna exchanged the brush and paste for a q-tip, and begun to lovingly clean his ears.

As soon as she identified the state of his head area as acceptable, she again made her way to the other end of the table.

Picking up the sponge, and practically emptying the soap container into it, she furtively began to scrub away at the boy’s asscrack and taint. After the first couple strokes back and forth, her other hand joined in on the cleaning, ensuring no inch of his tender back-end would go without a thorough sanitization. Ellis was losing his mind from the foamy sensations. After a few minutes of these foamy ministrations, Jenna finally let up her assault.

With a sinister smile, she took out another bottle from below the table and began applying it to her right glove. Ellis had a good idea of what was in store for him now, and he both dreaded its coming and yearned for it to happen.

“Remember when I said you’d be cleaned inside and out? This is what I meant by ‘inside’.”

Jenna pressed her index finger into Ellis’ awaiting asshole and began to rub it around inside, drawing it out and back in, teasing his prostate, and just generally messing him up. Eventually, she slipped a second finger in, then a third, until she was sawing her hand back and forth trabzon escort across her victim’s anal ring, working the lubricating soap on her hands into a frothing frenzy. She was paying close attention to the quiet squeaks her plaything was making, as well as the steady stream of pre-cum leaking from his tip. By the end of the first minute, the area immediately in and around his stretched hole was so clean you could realistically eat off it, but she kept on going for a few more, just to be safe.

Picking up on the warning signs of an impending orgasm, she immediately withdrew her fingers, leaving the quivering boy on the table impossibly aroused, but thoroughly unsatisfied. Turning off the shower, she walked over to his head to discuss what was about to happen next.

Jenna, carrying her soapy hand in front of her, made a large show about displaying close to Ellis’ face the very tips of her gloves. She explained that she had noticed the slightest fleck of brown when she withdrew her hands, and that as a result, the young man was about to receive a very large enema.

“This enema will be a full three quarts, and contain a special cleaning agent that will foam up inside your insides and ensure that your bowels will be free of any contaminants. You will have to hold it for a period of fifteen minutes so that the cleanser can work its magic, after which you will be permitted to expel.”

Of course, the pretense for this procedure was entirely fabricated. Sarah Ashton would never let her pet go to a place like this without making sure herself that he was properly clean beforehand. Jenna simply wanted to add a healthy layer of embarrassment to the ordeal. In actuality, poor Ellis would be receiving this unique enema either way, as it was a strict matter of Kennel policy.

Reaching up to the fixture overhead, Jenna withdrew a long hose, and in one swift motion popped its nozzle into Ellis’s anus. Pressing another button on the remote, she heard a telltale click, then the rush of the solution swiftly filling up Ellis’ bowels.

The warm, fizzing water felt good to Ellis as he noticed the familiar fullness of a large enema settle in. Trained well, he took the load of water and soap without incident, at least until the final of the three liters. His tummy noticeably swollen, he began to shift in his bonds, expressing his discomfort with faint moans. Jenna, with hungry eyes, began to massage his stomach, in a low voice whispering soothing words into his ear as his ass reluctantly drank up the remaining enema.

Finally, with a chime, the fixture stopped its automatic filling, and Jenna removed the tube, leaving Ellis to struggle with the burden of holding such a large enema, and one with such an unfamiliar sensation to boot. He felt the bubbling in his intestines as the soapy chemicals worked their magic on his insides, purifying him from within.

Five minutes into the retention, the practiced Jenna noticed a small bubbling of suds had emerged from the boy’s back door and was dripping its way onto the table.

“There, there,” she cooed, “I’ll help you out with this,” as she placed her ring finger inside his bottom, ostensibly as a form of makeshift stopper. However, as soon as it was in, she began absentmindedly stroking the inflated walls of his rectum, compounding the poor boy’s stimulating torment.

Finally, after around fifteen minutes had passed, she withdrew her finger. Jenna’s experience with this procedure had given her a keen sense of exactly how long fifteen minutes were, though she often would err generously on the side of safety.

“Alright, you can expel it now!” she enthusiastically exclaimed.

“Just like -ah- this? Right hhhh-ere? On the -uuh- floor?” Ellis questioned, mortified at the idea of evacuating right in front of the stern hygienist.

“Of course, sweetie!” she responded. “There are drains built into the floor for exactly this purpose, and it’s important for me to see the results so that we know you’re nice and cleaned out!”

The immense pressure in his bowels putting quashing any other lines of questioning, Ellis released his burden and burst a foamy white arc of the cleaning solution out of his ass, while Jenna excitedly looked on. The first burst was soon joined by several more as the boy slumped down on his elbows, thoroughly exhausted by the experience. The frothing flow from his rear entrance gradually subsided as his eyes began to droop, hoping that Jenna’s enthusiastic work was finished. This was not the case.

“We’re not done just yet, sleepyhead.”

The ever-ready Jenna was holding a large, fluffy, cylindrical brush, and was ominously standing once again near the boy’s tired ass.

“After that enema, we need to make sure that your cute ass hasn’t gotten dirty again as a result! So for my last act, I’m going to be scrubbing away with this specialized brush!”

Bracing himself for another assault, Ellis felt the remarkably soft, soap-covered brush squish into him. Jenna again began pushing and pulling it in and out, back and forth, around and around, erasing any possible specks of dirtiness from his insides. Ellis felt himself actually enjoying this part quite a lot, the brush gave him a nice stretch, while its soft structure filled him neatly and felt fantastic running back and forth across his ring as it bumped his prostate.

Fantasy Drive

Amateur

Authors Note:

Thanks again to SlaveGirl70 for her help with this, I know she is far too good for the likes of me!

Again this story is one our favourite fantasies and has been written for my wife.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it.

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Fantasy Drive

You walk into the house to find it empty. You walk around to see if I’m asleep or hiding, you don’t find me but you do find a fancy package, wrapped in fine gauze and tied up with lace. Sitting on top of it is a single red rose and a note. The first thing you notice is my scent on the note, which raises the hairs on the back of your neck ever so slightly, making you shiver with the anticipation of what might lie within.

You open the note, eager to know its contents.

Wear these…

All of them.

@>-

730

You look at the clock and realise that you only have an hour to get ready. Time enough, you think.

You carefully open the package, pulling at the delicate lace bow, the gauze falls away to reveal an elegant purple corset dress with matching stockings and garter. You notice that the panties also match and are in your favourite style. At the bottom is a black lace long shawl with a belt of the same delicate lace as the wrapped parcel. At the foot of the bed is a pair of elegant black 6″ stiletto shoes.

As you look at the clothes that have been laid out, your mind starts to wander and you can feel that familiar warmth start to spread out from your stomach. You feel it creep up through your chest, your nipples start to respond, which turns the warmth into a pleasant tingle you feel reaching for your clit. You shiver once and shake yourself out of your reverie and head to the bathroom.

Just before you step into the shower, you notice a little box on the shelf in front of you with another note that simply says:

You know how to wear these….

…they stay until I say

When you look inside the box your knees go weak, as you realise it is a modern set of kegel eggs. You know straight away that these will have you on the edge of orgasm for hours all by themselves. You are about to put them back in the box, when you stop and slowly your hand moves down your body, as if it has a mind of its own. It places the eggs at the entrance to your very aroused quimm. You pause a moment to enjoy the sensation of them sliding inside you, slow and tight to start with, then as your pussy accepts the intrusion they feel like they are snatched from your grasp as they disappear inside you. You can’t help but groan as they start to move around. You hold on to the sink for fear of falling over while you get used to the feeling of being filled and massaged from the inside.

Your kegel muscles are working all by themselves moving the balls around and feeling like they are hitting everywhere all at once. It’s all you can do not to come then and there. Somehow you manage to hold on and compose yourself for the moment, but you know it could overcome you quickly if you let it. Tonight is going to be hard, you can’t help but smile at the thought.

With all your nerves tingling you step into the shower and hope you can manage to get washed without losing it but the feel of the water running over your body is too much, and you give in to that feeling deep inside as it swamps your senses.

When you finally stop shaking, you are on your knees in the shower with water running over your back and pouring over your bum and around your breasts, dripping off your nipples. You can feel the aftershocks run through you from head to toe. You pick yourself up and start to wash yourself carefully to keep your movements to a minimum, aware that too much movement will set off another orgasm easily.

You manage to finish without making yourself come again, although it is hard not to just let go. You look at the clock and see you only have 45 minutes left. The adrenaline helps take the edge off the need as you dry your hair and make a final trim, although the touch of the razor takes you right back up again. By the time you put your panties and stockings on you are fully aware of the balls again and slow down to enjoy the experience as you slowly pull your stockings on and clip them to the garter.

As you put the corset on, it rubs against your nipples where two soft silk pads are sewn in, bringing new waves of pleasure to your already dripping pussy. Your clit is standing out and rubbing against the lacy knickers. It feels like every touch is a new pleasure point of electric current, you don’t know how you will make it to the door let alone outside into public.

You put on your heels and make a few attempts to walk up and down but the feelings inside are overwhelming. You almost collapse on your unsteady feet but at that moment you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mardin escort mirror and suddenly the adrenaline is back as you see – looking back at you – a goddess built solely for bringing pleasure, oozing sensuality and the promise of forbidden treasure. You know that any man you look at will fall at your feet and carry out any demand you make, and possibly a few women.

A few more practice steps and you are ready with 5 minutes to spare. On the way down the stairs you see another note, but one you wouldn’t have seen until now. It simply says:

Fridge

Feeling much steadier on your feet and getting used to the feelings inside, you are being kept in a state of high arousal rather on the edge of orgasm. You open the fridge and find one crystal glass of champagne waiting for you. After the excitement of the last hour it is a welcome refreshment. At exactly half past seven, and just as you put your empty glass down, there is a knock at the door making you jump, reminding you of the balls which suddenly move and press up in a new way yet again.

It takes a moment but you compose yourself and head to the door, but when you open it you find yourself looking into the deep green eyes of handsome man in a chauffeur uniform. He is a shade under 6′ and appears to fill out his uniform nicely, in your current state you can’t help looking him up and down, paying particular attention to how his black pants barely conceal his impressive-looking manhood.

When you finally pull your eyes away from his crotch, you notice the blacked out limousine parked behind him. Your heart skips a beat and you feel your pussy pulse at the possibilities.

The chauffeur opens the rear door for you and you climb in. Inside it is like another world, everything is lit in a pale pink light, and there is one long seat under the rear window that looks wide enough to be classed as a small bed. It is covered in a thick deep pile sheepskin which goes down and across the floor to cover all of the seats of which there is one at the driver end and one down the left hand side joining the two ends together.

The mini bar sits between the two seats splitting what would otherwise be one long seat around the outside of the limo. Soft music is paying through hidden speakers so that the very air tingles with excitement from the combined sensations. You get yourself another glass of champagne and settle down in the back seat which seems to mould itself to you and you can finally stop and concentrate on the constant ache and need that fills you. As you lie there sipping your second glass of champagne your mind starts to wander over all the directions that tonight could head in.

As your thoughts turn toward what you would like to do to your chauffeur, the limo stops outside of a very posh restaurant and the driver opens the door for you. You walk up the steps and enter the place with a touch of nerves, but you feel confident because while you will turn heads, you won’t be turned away, not the way you’re dressed.

You are shown to a booth at the back of the restaurant where you feel safely anonymous again. You sit down where you can see who is coming and going while you wait for me. Almost as soon as you are settled, a waiter brings over a wine cooler with yet another bottle of champagne in and pours you a glass. You catch him stealing glances at your well displayed cleavage and you give him a little wink and pout, making him nearly spill the drink.

Then you notice me standing by the bar, watching you with hungry eyes but making no move to join you. You see me take something out of my pocket and place it on the bar in front of me. You can’t make it out from where you are but you’re pretty sure that I intended you to notice. You watch me take a sip of my champagne and tilt my glass at you with an evil yet exhilarated smile on my face. As I sip the drink, my other hand reaches out and very obviously presses something on the box in front of me.

At the same instant your pussy explodes in sensation as the massage balls start to vibrate and spin in pulsating waves inside you. They now really are touching every part of your cunt and it is mere seconds before the first orgasm washes over you quickly followed by a second and then third. By the time the third one is fading the balls have stopped and I am seated opposite you in the booth with a very sexy grin on my face, obviously having enjoyed watching your pleasure. In front of me is the control box and you already know that I won’t let you have it; that you are at my mercy tonight, and that I really can make you come at the push of a button. You watch as I slowly move my hand back over the button and a small whimper escapes your lips as my finger moves closer to your release.

As we try to chat which is more dirty talk than small talk you see me hide the remote again. When only one hand stays van escort on the table and a jolt courses through you as the balls start again you realise that I don’t intend to give you any warning for when I will use it.

It’s when the waiter arrives at the end of the booth without you noticing, that you realise I started the balls because I had seen him approaching. As the vibrations get fiercer you lose sense of everything around you. You’re concentrating on appearing aloof. When the balls stop, the waiter has gone and I’m still opposite you. You beg me to take you home and tell me everything you will do to me if I let you go. “Only if you’re a good girl,” I say in return. The waiter returns then with our food and we eat like it’s our last meal, so eager are we to move on to what promises to be a delicious and naughty dessert.

As you stand up you feel the balls start vibrating again only this time much more slowly, more sensual somehow, but for each step closer to the door you take, the vibrating gets stronger and stronger. You are glad I am there to hold on to, as by the time we reach the door you are on the verge of coming hard, you can feel your juices soaking through your panties and running down your stocking covered legs. Just as we reach the limo and the driver opens the door for us, I lean over to your ear and whisper, it’s completely soundproofed in here. You virtually fall through the door and lie on the sheep skin rug squirming and moaning, your hands reach for your tits and pussy at the same time, squeezing and rubbing as you come loudly and violently. Your pussy contracting around the balls over and over rhythmically to the pulses that they are making. Each time you grip them they slide round to a new position, a new point of ecstasy continuing your orgasmic high long past when it would normally have dropped off. All the time the vibrations from the balls and their rotating get faster and heavier.

You are vaguely aware through the haze of your passion, that a pair of hands are slowly caressing your legs, moving slowly and sensuously up your thighs spreading them open to reveal your sopping lace knickers tight up in between your lips, your fingers moving over your clit. You feel a breath on your lips, a cooling breeze over your hot sex. Then you feel the soft caresses of a tongue as it slowly works its way up one of your petals and down the other before it teases around your pulsating opening, spreading your free flowing cream around before taking over from your fingers and sucking your clit into the mouth. You would have come instantly if you weren’t still being racked by orgasm after orgasm by the balls inside you now going at full tilt.

You open your eyes just long enough to see my cock by your face, this is enough to make you realise that the tongue and mouth giving you so much pleasure isn’t mine, in fact you soon realise it probably isn’t even male and your heart flutters just that little bit more with the thought. Sure enough, when you look down you can see a blonde head buried between your legs. You turn back to look me in the eyes before I draw your attention to your other side where another large purple headed cock sits just within reach. Without thinking you lean over and take the head in your mouth and start to suck and lick it, your other hand reaches out and grasps me working your hand backwards and forwards in time with your mouth on the other cock.

You feel the blonde’s long delicate fingers reach inside of you and you groan around the cock in your mouth. She grasps the cord from the balls and slowly and torturously starts to remove them. It feels as though your pussy doesn’t want to let go of them as she pulls them out one at a time. Pop. Your body shudders as the first leaves you. Pop. Your orgasm finally ends as the last ball leaves. Suddenly you feel empty and need to be filled by a hard piece of meat.

You pull yourself over onto your hands and knees without removing your mouth from the chauffeur’s glistening penis, presenting your very wet cunt for my inspection. Before I can move towards you the blonde inserts two of her fingers into you and me into her mouth making you buck back against her and me to groan as her tongue swirls around my aching head. Somehow, while she still has two fingers inside you and her thumb on your clit she slides one up, covered in cream and starts to tease your most intimate hole before inserting the finger inside making you scream in pleasure.

You can’t believe it feels that good and when she finally removes her fingers and thumb she has my rock hard cock rubbing up and down your lips, around the entrance to your warm and inviting tunnel then rubbing the head over your clit again and again until you are on the edge yet again. Then in one movement she places one hand on my bum and guides me directly into you with a hard push that has me hitting ankara escort your depths immediately. We moan in unison at the familiar feelings of filling and being filled as the blonde dictates our pace by forcing my bum forwards and pulling back on my balls which are being massaged at the same time. When she is happy with our strokes she lowers herself underneath you and starts to suck on your clit again. I can feel your pussy contracting around me squeezing me, begging for my cum to fill it.

You become distracted from the driver’s cock so I grab the back of your hair and push you forwards until your tongue is one again tickling the underneath of that monster and for the first time you realise just how big it is. Easily 9″ and at least 3 across. It is the largest you have ever seen outside of a porno and the thought if it filling you up makes you moan around the head as you try to get as much into your mouth as you can. I watch as your head bobs up and down on this stranger’s cock, while mine is sucked and licked by another stranger. Suddenly you feel a lube slick finger start to massage something moist into your most private hole and then when it starts to gently probe again you try to move against it, to push it deeper but the position you are in, spit roasted between the two of us with a mouth on your clit, limits you to just rotating. Her finger starts to pump in and out of you while her mouth and tongue still play with your clit. The sounds coming from all of us combined is just pure animal. Groans and screams fill the air as we continue our group climb to release. It feels like my cock is clamped in a rippling vice as you flow from one orgasmic crest to the next lost in an orgy of pleasure.

You release your grip on the cock in your mouth just long enough to say, “I need this inside me…” adding a begging “…please, oh please I need to ride this monster now!”

“Of course, tonight is all about your pleasure my love,” I reassure you as I withdraw my still hard member from your warm tight confines. I am secretly keen to see how you will cope with that monster inside you, and slightly excited to be completely sharing you.

As you push the driver down on to the seat and straddle his hips, the blonde once again takes my length down her throat as she cleans me of your beautiful nectar. I watch—mesmerised—as you place your wide-open cunt on the head of his raging hard-on. You pause for a moment, savouring the feel of a strange cock at the entrance to your vagina, before easing down it, slowly descending to the root. “Oh god, so full,” you growl, as you begin your slow ascent, the ridge of his cock rubbing over each and every muscle as it pulls itself out of your tunnel like a piston creating a vacuum behind it, begging to be filled again. “Unnghhh,” is all you can manage as you start to pick up your pace.

The blonde moves towards you again, only this time she is leading me by the cock towards you both. The position you’re in, with your bum hanging over the edge of the seat is what the girl is looking at as she coats my cock in lube. Then pushing my hips and guiding my cock towards your lubed-up rear, she looks at the driver and nods. The driver responds by grabbing your hips and holding you fully impaled on his cock. The girl takes this opportunity to place the tip of my cock at your virgin ass and ever so gently applies more pressure through my hips so that I slowly slide inside your tight hole. From the moment the tip of my cock touches your most intimate hole, your lust-fogged mind takes over and you shout out “yes, oh god yes, fill me completely, I want to feel you both fuck me— ooooh. Oohhhh. gooooodddddd. So good…” and the rest turns into unintelligible, guttural noises as I reach my limit buried deep inside you. I can feel the drivers cock throbbing through the thin wall separating us inside you. You are so unbelievably tight but the lube makes movement very pleasurable, as he lets go of your hips we slowly start to piston in and out of you alternating our strokes.

You are now a mass of quivering flesh, coming over and over again as you feel us both stretching you to your limits. Then, with an ear splitting scream you hit your peak as all three of us cum together. I can feel his cock jerk as he spurts his cum deep into your womb, and I ram home and hold it as I fill your bowels with my seed.

You collapse on top of the driver, spent but happy. Small tingles of pleasure still passing through your body and contented sighs escape your lips. As we all part you give the driver a sensual kiss as a thank you, and then fall in to my arms where we stay snuggled together on the back seat, as the driver and the girl get dressed and move to the front to continue our journey home. I suspect neither of them will be getting much sleep tonight judging by the looks they give each other.

On the journey home we kiss and cuddle. Whispering and reaffirming our love for each other. We stay like that until the door opens and we climb out and into our home. We grab a quick shower and head straight to bed where we make slow passionate love to each other and as we come together for the final time of the night, it seems the perfect ending for a once in a lifetime evening.

Housemate Deception

Amateur

I watched my Amelia, my new flatmate walk to the kitchen. I took a moment from my videogames to watch her walk past. She was only wearing a shirt and panties. It hadn’t taken her long to get comfortable around me, her having only been here for a month. She reminded me of myself a few years ago. I was only three years older, but I noticed despite being a girl that Amelia was a bit of a loner and only had few, but loyal friends.

She was nineteen, tall and skinny with a blond bob. I couldn’t help but notice her long legs as she bent over, giving me a peek of her white panties as she bent over to look in the fridge. Feeling a twitch in my groin, I quickly readjusted myself. Our flat was a heatbox. I was only wearing a singlet and soccer shorts. I guess I had gotten pretty comfortable around her as well.

“What are you up to tonight?” I asked casually.

“Nothing much, Vin.” She replied, her head still in the fridge. “I’m low on cash. I was just going to watch a movie tonight. What about you?”

“It’s a boring night in for me as well. All I was going to do was smoke a joint and read, but if you’re keen, I’ve downloaded a couple of movies. Maybe we could watch one of those.”

To tell the truth, I had plenty to do tonight. But the idea of hanging out with Amelia in her skimpy clothes seemed to override everything else.

She liked the idea, so as I rolled a joint, she got onto my computer and chose a movie we could put on the tv. We smoked the joint and sat down to watch the movie she chose- some crappy horror movie I downloaded but had no real interest in watching. We sat on opposite ends of the couch. I was a little disappointed, but occasionally I’d sneak a quick look at her, growing more and more aroused as I checked out her legs again. Her shirt had ridden up, giving me a decent view up her legs. My view seemed to glide over to those perfect panties. I was worried she caught me a couple of times when she looked over in shock. At one stage I think I saw her glancing over at me with a cute little smile. A few minutes in, it started to rain heavily outside, chilling our unit. Amelia jumped up and skipped to her room, returning with a blanket.

“Mind if I sit a bit closer? This blanket is good, but with you under it as well, we’ll be warm and toasty in no time.”

I couldn’t help but agree. She sat right next to me, draping us both under the blanket. Feeling the buzz from the weed, I welcomed her being closer to me and before long she was leaning on my shoulder. Being this close to her was driving me crazy. I had to slightly twist my body away from her so that my raging erection didn’t go anywhere near her. My heart was beating in my throat. Throwing risk into the wind, I nervously wrapped an arm around her. Instead of acting weirded out, she accepted the gesture and snuggled in closer. I could feel her tense and flinch at the scary moments in the movie. Before too long, a romantic moment happened in the movie. The main character began to get it on with some random big-breasted bimbo. Of course her breasts had to be pulled out and splayed across the screen as she pretended to bounce on the main character.

I chanced a quick glance at Amelia and was surprised to find her already looking into my eyes.

“What do you think of her,” she asked. “Her boobs are huge! Mine are so tiny compared to hers.”

I looked at Amelia and looked at her chest quickly. Not that I needed to, I had already snuck glances at her body at every opportunity. She was right, her breasts weren’t anywhere near the size of the actresses’. Amelia’s were smaller, about the size of a B-cup, but the matched her skinny figure well. From what I could tell she had perky nipples. As I looked down before I noticed that her nipples were hard and poking through her light shirt.

“Big boobs aren’t always a good thing,” I said as casually as I could. “You need to look at the person they’re attached to. Huge boobs don’t always look right on anyone.”

“Do you think mine suit me?” asked Amelia as she looked into my eyes again.

I was taken back. As much as she had bounced around the unit wearing next to nothing, she had never been this forward with me before.

“Yeah. You’re tall and slender and your chest matches your figure.” Did I just say that?

She made a satisfied sound and snuggled in closer, putting her head across my chest. Seriously if she was going to keep getting closer like this, she was going to feel my hardness any second.

The sex scene in the movie was really drawn out. Despite the arousal I was feeling, I was nervous about Amelia getting closer and closer. As my flatmate she was out of bounds, I decided when she first moved in. I thought it was a good idea to not shit where I eat, especially when you’ve signed a year long lease with it. All the same however, I couldn’t help but think she was into me as well.

She snuggled closer and I felt her elbow graze my erection. I twitched involuntarily and nervously looked down at her to see if she had noticed. She didn’t seem to. I quietly breathed out a gaziantep escort sigh of relief and tried to focus on the movie when I felt her hand slide over the top of my penis. I looked down and found her blue eyes looking into mine, a cheeky grin on her lips.

“Is this because of me or the movie?” she asked, with a naughty twinkle in her eye.

I swallowed my nervousness and didn’t say anything. Instead I just leaned my head down and kissed her. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths as her hand caressed the top of my manhood through my shorts. We lied like that for a while, tasting each other and forgetting the movie. I ran my hands over her body, feeling what I had been aching for for the last month. I ran my hands over her ass, teasing the edges of her cotton panties. I felt up her body, my hands eventually cupping her young breasts, so soft and firm. I felt a moan rise in her throat, stopped by my mouth. Her hand left my penis. I shuddered as she felt her way down to the leg hole of my shorts and ran her fingers up my thigh to wrap around my naked shaft. As she stroked my hard cock, my hands found their way under her shirt, going up until I found her hard nipples. We both paused for a moment. I quickly grabbed her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She made no effort to stop me. As she sat before me topless, I lapped up her beauty as I took in the soft glow of her pale white skin. In the dim light from the television she looked both beautiful and sexy. I pulled off my own shirt and pulled her in close under the blanket and kissed her, feeling her naked chest on mine. She ran her hands over my hard chest and stomach. With a quick movement she pulled down my shorts and grabbed my shaft, slowly stroking it. I tried to reach towards her panties, but she gently stopped my wrist.

“Not tonight. I want to take care of you.” She said, her smile disappearing for a moment when she stopped me.

Without another word, she slowly lowered her head down towards my rock hard shaft. She breathed in deeply, seemingly taking in its scent. Then slowly, she reached down and kissed the tip of my shaft. She kissed her way down to my shaven balls and gently kneaded them with her hand. She kissed her way back up to the top of my erection and softly wrapped her lips around the head. Her mouth was hot, wet and soft. As she lowered her head, taking more of me into her mouth, her eyes never left mine. She straddled my left leg and slowly grinded on it as she gave me the best head I had ever had in my life. She eagerly swallowed my cock, coating it with saliva and massaging it with enthusiasm. The pleasure was overwhelming and I felt the distant stirring of an orgasm deep inside of me. Pulling her head up to my own, I kissed her deeply. I pushed her back and got on top over and began to lick and suck on her nipples, pausing occasionally to kiss her and nibble on her neck and earlobe as I rubbed her breasts in circular motions.

Again, I tried to reach for her panties, but she stopped me.

“No.” She said firmly, as she massaged my wet penis.

“Why not? I just want to make you feel good. Like you’ve made me feel. We don’t have to have sex… I just want to return the favour.”

“That’s not it.” She said reluctantly. “I’m just not sure if you’re ready for me. All of me.”

“All of you?” My curiosity was captured.

Amelia looked at me apprehensively and stopped stroking me. She seemed lost at finding words.

“I’ve seen the pictures you keep on your computer.” She said, her voice rising slightly.

“Pictures? What, like my porn?” Like that mattered. Every male I knew had porn or some version of it somewhere in their home. As long as she didn’t find my HIDDEN porn I had nothing to worry about. Although it was a bit dodgy that she looked through my personal files without my permission.

“Yeah, I’m not talking about the normal porn in your documents folder.” She said, as my blood ran cold.

Oh god. She had found the hidden stuff. I thought I had buried that stuff deep in my files. How did she manage to have found it? Was this some sort of prank? Did she want to see if I really liked girls? Did she think I was some sort of creep?

As I panicked in my own mind, Amelia must have taken my silent terror as anger and looked like she wanted to cry. Instantly, any anger I had disappeared. For a minute neither of us spoke while I tried to find my words.

“That stuff was just a phase. I don’t know why I kept it.” I stammered. “I know you must think it’s weird, but to me a girl is a girl, regardless of what she has between her legs.” Oh crap. The secret is out.

What else could I say? It was far from a phase. For years now I had been collecting pictures of cute and passable cross dressers and transsexuals. I’ve been with girls before, but there was something just so… hot about them. I think it was because they looked so much like what they wanted to be and that their efforts weren’t in vain. A lot of the pictures I collected of cross dressers and transsexuals konya escort actually looked more feminine than some of the girls I’d seen. For years it had been my deepest, darkest secret, something I hadn’t even told my best and oldest friends. And now all of a sudden someone I barely knew knows!

Amelia watched me for a while. I could almost hear the cogs turning in her head as she decided what to say. I had a lump in my own throat, worried that her reaction might not be what I’m hoping. Then again if she knew my secret already, why would she take things as far as she did a couple of minutes ago? I honestly didn’t know what she would say.

“I know you’ve been checking me out.” She said simply.

“You’re an attractive girl.” I said, confused. Shouldn’t she be grilling me about my ‘exotic’ porn?

Amelia looked deep into my eyes. She leaned forward, so close I could feel her breath and her beautiful face filled my vision. She kissed me deeply and passionately. Her kiss was filled with longing and affection. I was so lost. What was going on here?

She leaned back, once again and stood up on her knees which were straddling my thighs. She took a deep breath and stiffened. Before I could ask her what she was doing, she grabbed the waistband of her white panties and pulled them down quickly. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and neat into a thin landing strip, ending at the cleft of her vagina. I took a sharp breath and reached out to explore this new part of her body. The rest of her.

Before I could touch her however, it happened.

Amelia’s sex was only just out of my reach before she shifted her hips. Suddenly, before my eyes, a small penis and balls were where her vagina should be. My eyes widened in realization. Amelia had tucked her equipment in so well I didn’t realize her true gender. I watched in amazement as her tiny penis became erect, free from concealment. Her penis was already small enough flaccid and would have been lucky to be a third of the length of my decent eight inches. Slowly I lifted my gaze and looked at her naked before me, taking her in properly for the first time ever. It was an overwhelming experience as I took all of her in at once, this angel of a girl. With her light blond hair, porcelain-shite skin, hips to die for and cute little penis, I was lost for words.

“When I first moved in, I wasn’t planning on telling you. Only three other people know my parents and one best friend. I’ve been on hormone replacement therapy since I was 12. I never wanted to be a boy and my parents accepted me and helped me become a girl. I thought I could hide my ‘secret’ until I saved enough to get a sex change. I thought that no one would accept me like this.”

Amelia shifted uncomfortably and looked like she was going to cry again.

“But then I moved in with you, Vin. And it felt good when I knew you found me attractive. I always knew you looked when you could and my confidence grew. Then one day you went outside for a cigarette and I saw that you left your door open and a video paused and I couldn’t help but look. It was a ladyboy posing in lingerie. I’m sorry I looked through your files, but I couldn’t help myself! I never knew I could be attractive like this! That people can and will accept me! And it was all thanks to you! Until two weeks ago, I was scared of boys and their advances. They might find me attractive as a girl, but how would they really react when they saw… the rest of me?”

I was dumbfounded. I like to think I’m a pretty reasonable guy, but this was the first time my porn had helped someone. Then again, this wasn’t a normal situation.

“I’m glad my porn has helped you,” I said slowly. “But you’ll have to give me a second… this is a lot to digest.”

Amelia was still as she kneeled over me. Tears began to roll down her cheeks and she began to shake. Like an idiot, I shook myself out of my stoned stupor and realized. Here was a girl, like other girls but different, ashamed of her own body. But she took a chance with me of all people, and here I was, killing her confidence that she had fought so hard for. Yeah, she had invaded my privacy but I had to stop her before she began to cry. In a moment of clarity I knew what I had to do.

I kept my mouth shut as I sat up to get closer to Amelia. My actions were going to speak louder than any words I could say. My lips met hers and I kissed her as I pulled her body onto mine. We laid back, our hands searching each other’s bodies. My hands came to rest on her ass, pulling her ever closer. I could feel the heat from her little erection as it pressed against mine. As my tongue tangled with hers, I risked sliding a finger towards her rosebud. With a moan of approval Amelia raised her ass to give me better access. My fingers came to rest on her cute little asshole as I pressed lightly, rubbing it. Amelia backed up, only a little, trying to grind her ass harder against my fingers.

Amelia stopped and said, “Will you make me a woman?”

“Amelia, you already are kayseri escort a woman.”

She smiled. She was so adorable and sexy at the same time. I couldn’t help but smile back. She climbed off of me and took off to her bedroom. A moment later she returned with a bottle of lube. I accepted it and shifted her onto the couch again, facing away from me. Amelia was on all fours, her gorgeous round ass facing me. I took in a deep breath, full of longing. Between her white cheeks was her little pink rosebud. I rubbed some lube onto my fingers and began to trace small circles around her entrance. As she quivered, I watched her tiny testicles shake. She was hairless from behind. In my mind I knew I was looking at a male ass, but it was so cute and feminine. I pushed a finger in, marvelling at the heat and tightness of her body. For a while I gently worked her ass with one finger, until it I was able to fit another in. After a few minutes I managed to fit in three. As I watched her grind back in pleasure, I couldn’t resist.

I leaned forward and gave her asshole a quick little lick. I felt Amelia gasp and lean back against my face. She grasped my hard cock and began to suck the top half as she stroked the lower half with her hands. I could feel her tongue circling the head of my cock. The sensations driving me crazy killed any self-control I had. I pushed my tongue into her ass, swirling it around and making Amelia shake. I cupped her tiny balls with one hand and played with them as I did my best effort to fuck Amelia’s ass with my tongue. Amelia began to moan louder. It wasn’t long before she was a shaking mess on top of me.

I pushed Amelia forward as I grabbed the forgotten bottle of lube. Quickly I slathered my shaft in lube and positioned myself behind her, my erection ready to enter her. Slowly I began to push myself forward, into her. The top of my penis began to work its way in. Once the tip had slid in, Amelia relaxed, giving me less resistance. I continued to push in, taking my time. A couple of times I had to stop when Amelia made pained moans, but she never told me to stop.

Suddenly she pushed back against me. It felt like I had just ploughed into magma, my shaft pushed to the hilt into her ass. My dick was enveloped in wet, tight heat. I leaned forward and turned Amelia’s head so I could kiss her cheek. Together we started at a slow rhythm. I made sure to be gentle and let Amelia work at her own pace. I was just happy to enjoy the ride, watching her round ass pushing my shaft in and out. When she picked up the pace I grabbed her shoulders and began to match her rhythm. It wasn’t long before I was slamming her against the arm of the couch. Amelia was a panting mess, her legs jelly as I slammed into her harder than any other girl I’d been with. I reached down and squeezed her tits, tweaking her nipples, never slowing down from the pace I was keeping. We were both covered in sweat as we fucked on the couch. The only noise that accompanied the heavy rain was the loud slap of my groin against Amelia’s ass as she panted and moaned. I turned into an animal as I pushed myself to fuck her faster, my balls colliding against hers at every stroke.

One of Amelia’s arms reached back and grabbed my hip, pushing me back softly. I slowed down and stopped, regretting that I couldn’t reach the welling orgasm that was deep inside my balls. I pulled myself out of her and let her get up. She turned around and pushed me onto my back.

“I know you’re going to come soon. I this to be special… for both of us.” She said as arousal beamed off of her perfect features.

Amelia straddled me, grabbing my cock and pointing it upwards. She lined herself up, and I watched her lower herself onto my shaft gently. Her little shaft bounced and bobbed pointing at me as she allowed me inside her.

She leaned forward, showering me with kisses, her erection pressed between us. I began to fuck her, no, make love to her. My animalistic lust was gone. I wanted to show Amelia that she was what she thought she was. Our lips met in a kiss full of want. I wrapped my arms around her as my cock pumped in and out of her without a hurry. Despite the slowed pace I was not going to last much longer.

I felt Amelia increase the pace slightly, her mouth never leaving mine. I slowly rotated my hips, matching her pace. Without a word, she leaned back and grabbed my hands. Using them as leverage, she arched her back as she grinded me deep into her. She was bringing me closer at every movement. A thin strand of precum ran from the tip of her penis onto my stomach. Passion took over both of us as we moved together. Our sex was slow and deliberate, as we matched tempos and worked together. I was mesmerized by her beauty as I watched gyrate on time of me.

I felt Amelia clench down, finally pushing me over the edge. I took a sharp breath and rammed myself deeper into her one last time, grunting as I exploded inside of her. She came at the same time, moaning loudly as she released, spurting hot semen all over my stomach and chest. I filled her with cum and was lost in pleasure. Our orgasms were overwhelming and felt like an hour of intense pleasure in ten seconds. As I still jetted inside of her, Amelia fell onto me and found my mouth once again and kissed me as she squirmed on my chest, her semen sticky and hot between us. After our orgasms finally ended, we were completely spent.

The Lesson

Babes

Justice had been working all day and wanted to get home to his girlfriend, hoping she was naked on the couch, waiting for him. Much to his disappointment, she was not there when he arrived home. His brain started to kick into overdrive. He had been working very hard to overcome the jealousy that always jumped into the forefront of his mind. A few beers into it did not help his thoughts of who she could be with and what she was doing. He was hoping the phone would ring but silence still remained. With much more time on his hands, he got more pissed as the minutes passed by. The plan was concocted. A smile passed over his usual angry look. “If that bitch can’t call or leave a note she needs to be taught a lesson,” he sneered to himself.

Two hours later Alexis pulled into the driveway. She knew that Justice would be irate at her when she walked through the door but she had done her best to prepare for what was to come. She was still working on the explanation while she walked toward the house, remembering the last time Justice had been later than usual and the ass chewing she had given him. She figured she would let him vent, cook supper then go to bed rather than deal with his shitty attitude for the rest of the night. “Things come up and I can’t always remember to leave a note or get to a phone,” she reasoned to herself. This thought gave her no solace on the matter.

Walking through the door she was greeted by the stereo blasting some heavy metal tune. Justice was nowhere in sight. Gently sighing, she hoped he was taking a nap or in the shower. “This is just the calm before the storm but a moments peace is a moments peace,” she said aloud unaware that he was standing behind her.

“Boo!” Justice said.

“Jesus fucking Christ!!!” Alexis jumped and almost pissed herself he scared her so bad.

“Before you start, please let me explain,” she pleaded. “I was home and got a call from Jackie. She was really upset and needed someone to talk to.”

“Not that I really give a shit but, is she alright?” asked Justice.

“No she isn’t, Mark left her today for her mother. He told her that he was tired of her and needed to have a real woman!” explained Alexis.

“Of course you are the only one that she could bawl to?” he spat out sarcastically. “I told that stupid bitch from day one that Mark was a fucking douche bag and she should stick to the produce section for her sexual needs but of course nobody wants to listen to me. Fuck, what the hell do I know anyway! Oh wait, yes I do know…..YOU ARE FUCKING LATE!!!” Justice screamed at her.

She could see the fire that burned in his eyes. He was really pissed, much more than she had anticipated. Knowing from past experience, she looked away from him and just stared at the floor. Tuning most of his hurtful comments out, she waited for him to take a breath so she could defend herself. Alexis couldn’t understand why Justice was overreacting because she knew he would have done the same thing for one of his friends if they were in a similar situation. Snapping out of her own thoughts, she heard him say, “Why are you so fucking stupid. What a dumb cunt. ” That did it.

“Where the fuck do you get off calling me that?” she adamantly queried.

“I already explained that, so it is obvious that you weren’t listening to a god damn thing I just said. Besides your actions tonight should explain it all. But, I forgot how dense you are.” Justice said as he shook his head in total amazement of her stupidity.

SMACK….Alexis slapped him on the side of his face. “Don’t you ever call me a cunt ever again, motherfucker.”

“No I’m not, that is Mark lest you so quickly forget your story” Justice replied.

Through the streaming tears and sobbing, Alexis asked “Why are you always such an asshole?”

Knowing she was in a vulnerable state of mind Justice switched gears and gently touched her shoulder and softly said, “I’m sorry, can we stop fighting and just call a truce? You know how I can get, I was just worried and when I didn’t know where you were I started to think the worst. As usual I mersin escort over reacted when I shouldn’t have.”

Turning to him he saw the opening in her eyes that he was looking for. As he was hugging her she said “I’m sorry that I didn’t take the time to leave a quick note to let you know where I was. I never meant for you to worry so much about me .That’s one of the things I love about you .Always wanting to protect me.” Alexis thinking the worst was over and she could now let her guard down .Snuggled her face into Justice’s shoulder. Having no idea what was coming next.

With his chin resting on the top of her head .Justice smelled the fragrance of her shampoo still lingering from her morning shower .Luring her into a false sense of safety he stroked her hair, feeling her body relax into him. He did this for a few minutes. Then, grabbing a fistful of hair, he snapped her head back, looking into her eyes to see her reaction. Loving what he saw…..confusion. He growled into her ear “Listen up your worthless whore. I am going to teach you a lesson for your transgressions. I don’t want to hear anything out of you. No crying, screaming, whimpering, or moaning .Do you understand?”

Being taken completely by surprise, Alexis started to speak then quickly nodded her head to let Justice know she understood her role. She was slightly intrigued as to what he was going to do to her but more worried that it was going to hurt .Normally, Justice was a very compassionate lover but tonight he was acting very differently. This caused some flags to go up in her head but she dared not defy him. Figuring the out come would be far worse if she resisted. “Just better to do what I was told .Besides, how bad could it be? Justice has never been that outlandish in the bedroom,” she reasoned to herself.

“HEEELLLLOOOOOOO” bellowed Justice into her ear.” Pay fucking attention to me, got it?” he said, shaking her head a little to drive the point home.

The pressure of him pulling her hair was starting to hurt and she let out a slight whimper. He slapped her face in one quick motion to correct her. “Now do you see why I called you a dumb cunt? I just got done telling you to shut the fuck up. Then you whimper like a dog that is begging for food.”

“I’m sorry, Justice” she cried.

“I told you I didn’t want you to speak!!” he slapped her face again with a little more emphasis this time. “Since you don’t want to be quiet on your own, I’ll ensure you shut up.” He pushed down on her head and forced her to her knees. Alexis cowered at his feet but was quickly jerked back up to crotch level. She didn’t need to be told what he wanted her to do. She slowly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, placing the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue swirl around the tip. Justice twitched from her licking. He really wanted to hear the bitch gag, so he forcefully drove his cock to the back of her throat. To his amazement, Alexis just took his dick in stride, opening her throat to accept the intrusion. Not being satisfied with the initial result Justice forced Alexis to take him all the way in again and this time he held her head in place.

“Ummmphhhhh,” was what she mumbled, while desperately trying to pull away so she could breathe again. Letting her fight for a few moments longer, he then let go of her head to allow her to come up for air. Choking on the saliva that had built up she left a spit trail from his cock to her lower lip. She looked up at him. Justice was absolutely beaming from making her gag on his manhood. “What a sick bastard, enjoying degrading me like a cheap slut,” she fumed to herself. What Alexis found more alarming was the fact that her pussy was beginning to become wet.

“Enough of your cocksucking bitch; I am not going to give you the pleasure of swallowing my load. You haven’t earned the privilege yet.” Justice stated smugly.

Pulling Alexis up by her hair, Justice quickly unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. Admiring her choice of blue bikini panties she had kocaeli escort worn that day. Thinking it was a shame to ruin such things. He ripped them from her body, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Pleased with his handy work Justice stepped back to drool over her luscious ass.

“Bend over, you fucking bitch.” barked Justice. Doing as she was told, she grabbed her ankles. His hand cracked her across the ass. The pain was almost unbearable for her but still she remained silent. As the pain began to subside, Alexis realized that her pussy juice was leaking down her legs. She actually enjoyed that slap on her ass. Smack, smack, smack went Justice’s hand to her ass. Her now glowing red ass contrasted her pale white skin beautifully. Justice noticed the juice pouring from his lovely girlfriend’s twat.

“You fucking like that, don’t you? We can’t have you making a mess all over the place…now can we” he said, picking up her torn panties from the floor. He began to wipe up her love juice from her inner thighs. Once this was done he told her to open her mouth. Stuffing her soiled panties in, so that she could taste her self while he degraded her some more. Her soaked panties almost blocked her airway helping to shut Alexis up. She found herself gently sucking her panties trying to draw her juices out of the fabric. Realizing to herself, “Justice is right, I am a cheap slut.”

Pleased with seeing his hand prints on her ass, Justice was ready to move on with his lesson plan. Taking off Alexis’s shirt and bra, he placed her shirt around her eyes using it as a blindfold. Still bent over, Alexis felt the cool breeze pass her still warm ass as Justice open the refrigerator door. Hearing the familiar sound of his beer bottle opening, she couldn’t help but wonder what he had up his sleeve.

Pounding half of his beer and letting out a Viking like belch, Justice stood back to admire his handy work, impressed that Alexis was actually not resisting his directions. Her submissiveness made him want her even more but he used self restraint so that he could finish what he had started.” Lay down on the floor….NOW!!!” he commanded.

Not daring to be told twice Alexis quickly moved to the floor kicking her pants off as she went. The coldness was a shock to her system, causing her nipples to swell. Justice noticed this and grabbed the clothespins from the cabinet, placing one on each nipple. Breathing in sharply from the sudden pain, Alexis subdued the scream she wanted to let out. Taking one of her meaty pussylips between his fingers Justice continued to place the clothespins on Alexis. Doing the same to the other lip, he loved what he saw. Alexis also was enjoying the clothespins on her genitals once the pain slowly ebbed away.

“I want you to pull your cunt open by the clothes pins, you god damn slut” As she did this her love oils spilled out and down her ass crack, leaving no doubt that she was enjoying the punishment Justice was giving her. Grabbing her by the ankles he brought them up over her head so that her toes touched the floor. Using his knee as a brace, Justice picked up the half empty beer and began to fill her pussy with beer. “Oh my god…that shit is cold” she attempted to say through her panties. Hearing the muffled sentence Justice slapped her ass again to remind her to remain silent. With her pussy now full of beer Justice placed his mouth over her opening and drank the beer out of her. “God damn that is the best fucking way to have a beer,” he chuckled. Alexis smiled knowing that she had pleased her man with her submissiveness.

“Now that I’ve finished my beer it is time to fuck that slutty fuck hole of yours.” Justice exclaimed. Removing the clothes pins from her now swollen twat lips, Justice quickly began easing the neck of the bottle into her. Going as deep as he could to get Alexis stretched out. The intrusion was a surprise to Alexis but she quickly relaxed her muscles to make the violation as pain free as she could. Satisfied she was properly gapped. Justice yarded the bottle out of her with an samsun escort audible pop. Not wanting her tits to feel left out he pulled the clothespins off her nipples. The snapping sound was louder than he expected.” Nice touch” he thought.

Pulling her panties out of her mouth Justice said “I know you must be thirsty. So lick your cunt juice of the bottle. Her musky scent wafted toward her nose as he brought the bottle to her lips.

“How I love the scent of myself” she thought “but I taste even better.” Greedily she licked up every last drop of herself, leaving the bottle sparkling clean. “Enough” said Justice. Spinning the bottle around, he began to bury the base of the bottle into her twat. Alexis had never had anything that big inside her before. She loved the fullness she felt, causing her to leak juices around the bottle.

“Let the fucking lesson begin, where’s the bottle to fuck yourself, I know you want to, and don’t stop until you have the neck all the way in.”

Needing to cum Alexis welcomed this task. Sliding the glass “cock” slowly in and out of herself she made more of it disappear with each downward stroke. While she busied herself with this, Justice began swirling his tongue around her asshole, her pink pucker sucking in a little with each pass of his tongue. He began to poke his tongue up her shitter. The sensation of his tongue in her ass was more than Alexis could handle. She felt her cunt muscles clamp down around the phallic symbol causing her to cum violently.

Justice took his rock hard cock and began to work it in to her pussy. “God damn this shit is fucking tight.” It was rough on his dick but he was determined to make his cock fit. Alexis wanted to scream at the top of her lungs from the invasion. She felt like she was being ripped in half. With half of his dick in her cunt Justice spit on her asshole and proceed to jam two fingers into her backdoor.

Tears began to swell as she felt his fingers invade her virgin ass. The pain was almost unbearable. Amazed that her twat was still getting wetter by the second she wondered “How is that possible? This is the most pain I have ever felt in my life but yet I am so turned on by it.”

Justice then pulled his pecker out of her pussy and put in her asshole, burying himself balls deep. Her shit hole was much easier to pound on. Not having to navigate around the bottle, Justice continued his thrusting, bringing Alexis to an earth shattering orgasm. She came so hard that she lost consciousness for a few moments.

She squinted as she opened her eyes because Justice had removed her blindfold while she was out. Still having his cock in her ass he said “Push the bottle out of your nasty pussy, you no good slut.” Gladly welcoming the relief, she used her very sore cunt muscles to remove the bottle. Landing with a clunk on the floor, the bottle rolled away. Justice took his dick out of her asshole, leaving her feeling very empty. Using both hands he stuck two fingers in her pussy and two in her ass. Pulling Alexis apart to see how gapped he had gotten her. Both of her orifices dilated to the size of a half dollar. “That is so fucking hot. Seeing your fuck holes gapped like that.” He told her.

“Get on your knees, bitch. You need to clean my cock off.” He poked the head of his dick against her lips. Not wanting to taste her own ass juice she resisted his advances. Justice slapped her face causing her mouth to open and forced his dick to the back of her throat Gagging from the intrusion she almost puked all over Justice. Keeping his cock in her mouth he began to fuck her face like a man on fire trying to put him out. Alexis began to massage his balls and felt them tighten. She knew he was about to finally cum. Pulling out of her mouth, Justice turned away from her jacking himself off to the finish. “AAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” he bellowed as the nut scuzz spewed from his cock head, splattering on to the kitchen floor.

“Crawl over there and lick up my kids,” ordered Justice. Crawling across the floor she dutifully licked every last drop of his baby batter off the floor. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth to show him that she had swallowed his sweet nectar. Bending down Justice kissed Alexis, tasting himself and her ass. “Not a bad mixture if I do say so myself. He said.

“I know “she grinned “I think I will make sure I need to be taught another lesson real soon.”

Hung Trans Lesbians Fuck Two Ladyboys

Babes

I haven’t written a Trans story this year. In this story I try to describe more intimate intense scenarios with a wider variety of details. If you enjoy the story please vote and comment. Feel free to read my Fetish and Mature stories as well.

Note 1: If you like Transsexuals, Trans Lesbians, Asian Ladyboys, Big Cocks, Extreme Cock Sucking, Anal Fucking, Anal Fisting, Semen Swallowing, Role Play, Orgies, BDSM, Cock Sounding and Foot Fetish this story is for you.

Note 2: All the characters are over 21. The names are fictitious, but some of the locations are real. This story is inspired by Francine a real Trans woman from California. She is represented by Susan. The Thai Ladyboys in this story are inspired by several of Francine’s girl- friends. The Thai Trans women speak broken English with bad grammar and heavy accents. This is not intended to be demeaning in any way. I only attempt to capture realism.

Rose is a statuesque tall red head real estate business owner in Glendale, Arizona. She is an attractive MTF Transexual that is 45 years old. She stands 6′ 2″ tall, weighs 190 pounds and is a size 16. Her domineering freckled figure is emphasized with very feminine shapely forearms, biceps, thighs and calves. Her large hands and feet are beautifully attractive with sculpted pink nails. Rose’s great physical strength and condition are due to heredity and aerobics. She appears to be a large full- figured genetic female.

Her body is a divergence of genders. She is a highly desirable feminine creature. Rose underwent hormone therapy for three years to soften her body. She reduced her estrogen intake to help maintain erections. Rose’s physical anatomy has been altered by; Adam’s apple shaved, cheek implants and her chest being enlarged with big saline implants that result in fabulous tits that measure 50DD. Her extensive male sex organ is several categories above average.

Her immense penis is six inches long flaccid and ten and a half inches while aroused. Rose is totally smooth from her neck down due to hair removal from extensive laser treatments. She keeps her impressive body bronzed with frequent nude sun bathing.

Early last month Rose met another transgender woman in a video chat room. They spent hours on the cyberspace sharing revealing pictures and masturbating with each other. Rose had a pretty young Asian Trans girl continually suck her huge cock while talking to Susan. On another occasion Sue and a young masked man fucked and sucked each other for Rose’s entertainment.

Susan is looking at property in the Phoenix area so they made arrangements for a visit. After a few weeks they cleared their respective schedules to meet at Rose’s place in Glendale.

Sue owns a small financial investment company in Las Vegas, Nevada. Like Rose, Sue is a hedonistic insatiable creature. Younger than Rose by ten years, she is 6 feet tall framed by 155 pounds of sinew and muscle. She wears a size 12 dress and shoe size of 10W. Sue is an amateur body builder with some heavy weight training experience that is evident by her highly defined body. She is also completely smooth from laser procedures. Her figure is 42DD-30-42. She wears her red hair a little shorter than shoulder length. Her features resemble Mia Isabella the Transsexual porn star. Sue and Rose also have another thing in common, both have a very big penis. Susan’s member is an extremely thick ten inches.

The first part of the story is told by Rose.

Part 1 The Trans Goddess Arrives in Glendale

I spent the last several days thinking about Sue. She is very beautiful and charming. Her muscular taunt body excites me. She has a big healthy cock that rivals mine. I have never been with another girl that is endowed with an organ in my size range. I fantasize about sucking her off and swallowing her cum. I am very oral with all my lovers, but have never sucked a penis bigger than Veronica’s seven inches. (My Asian housekeeper/lover) I do not like little dicks, but have had to settle for mediocre or slightly above average sized organs.

Sue is flying to the airport this morning and I am waiting for her in the terminal. She told me that she will be wearing a red baseball cap. That will help me single her out of the crowded airport.

I spot a very tall red head, but she is not wearing a hat, so I continue my search elsewhere. After a few more minutes I recognized Susan. We wave our hands at each other and walk toward one another. Susan is exceptionally beautiful. She is very muscular and appealing to the eye. She is attired in a very short scarlet red sundress that looks like it is painted on her sensuous figure. It is hard to believe that this creature possesses a large penis under that dress. Sue is an OU graduate so she sports a red Sooner hat. Her cat-like face is protected by huge dark sunglasses. On her stunning feet she dons open toe mule see through sandals mounted on very high heels with a thick platform.

“Hi Rose. I am so excited to finally get here. Wow! You are so pretty and tall. I bursa escort love your big tits. I can’t wait to see those puppies up-close. I like that dress and the killer sandals.” She said as we hugged.

I also picked out a dress from my wardrobe this morning. My silvery white sun dress is more traditional and has a modest length that ends at my knees. I adorn my feet with complementary silver minimalist high heel thong sandals.

“Sue you are so kind. You are so lovely I can’t imagine that I am actually with you. I feel excited to finally meet you. I think you could pass for a daughter of mine. You look far younger than your years.” I said with a cheerful smile.

As we continue to embrace, I decide to kiss her pretty lovely full lips. Sue opens her mouth and our tongues frolic in each other’s moist mouths. She apparently likes mushy sloppy kisses as she drools tiny amounts of saliva into my mouth. I counter by ingesting her slobbery goop as I spit some of my slimy dribble into her gushy wet mouth. We even slurp on each other’s tongues as we forget the outside world. We conclude our erotic first kiss after about five minutes.

“Sue that was so penetrating. I think that was the most passionate kiss of my life. We are going to have loads of fun together. I think we better get to your baggage before we get any more distracted.”

“Yes Rose. I look forward to distracting you further. That wet tongue of yours is to die for. I can’t wait to experience your loads of fun.” She said with a smirk.

“Well I have seen what you have to offer. Of course, I haven’t seen your attributes up close and personal, that is why we are here.” I respond with a smile.

Susan is a drop-dead gorgeous adorable attractive Trans woman. Men throughout the terminal are captivated by us. I am certain that most of the attention is due to her extraordinary physique . I am not exactly chopped liver, but Sue is unquestionably the fox. Most people refer to me as an Amazon, or an attractive MILF. Of course, many of our current audience would be traumatized if they saw what we stowed between our legs.

I examine her more carefully as we hold hands and walk toward the baggage pick up area. Her figure is lighter, but much more defined than mine. Sue’s bronzed body is lightly covered in a moisturizing oil with an aroma of sweet honey. Her biceps are certainly larger than my guns. Sue’s developed back and shoulders are ripped from extreme extensive weight training. Her powerful muscled thighs and her veined rock-hard calves are the finest pair of legs imaginable. Her attractive feet are exhibited in her clear platform mules. Her entire form testifies to her prowess in extreme conditioning. It is obvious that Sue is in better physical condition than myself. Her power is expressed by her hand grip as we walk. I grasp her hand with all my might and am unable to squeeze her iron vise-like grip.

We reach the baggage claim and retrieve her luggage. We walk to my SUV and get comfortable for the half hour drive. Sue removes her sunglasses and smiles at me. I discern how intense her blue eyes are and how appealing those extensive profuse lips are.

“We are alone now Rose. I want to satisfy you while you drive.”

“OK. What did you have in mind?” I responded.

“I want to suck you while you drive.” Sue said as she licked her fat lips.

“Well Sue I think that can be arranged. I will attempt to keep the car on the road. I will take the HOV lane. You sure are horny. We could just get a hotel room here at the airport and fuck and suck until we are drained.”

“I think that should be our plan on my flight home on Monday afternoon. I will reserve a room for Sunday night and drain your loads of fun.” Sue said while laughing.

“Another pun I ascertain. I think your proposition is a grand idea. Text the ABC Suites. Ask for Jill Standish, leave a message that yourself and Rose Hardwick need a room for the night of July 13th.” I recommended.

“Who is Jill Standish?” Sue asked.

“Jill is a good friend, business associate and occasional lover. She is a Cisgender woman that prefers Trans women. I am sure she will want to join us.” I replied.

“She will drain our loads as well, I predict. Rose you are full of surprises. When we arrive at your home, I will contact the hotel.”

“I am sure Jill will comp the room. Just make sure you use my name in the text.”

Sue’s positions her strong hand beneath my dress and caresses my package.

“Wow Rose. You sure fill your thong briefs.”

I raise up my buttocks to help her remove my thong underwear. Her hands slide my G-string downward as I raise up one sandal clad foot at a time until I am free from my undergarment.

“I don’t tuck my big girl cock. My thong is just a big pouch that holds it down some. In the terminal I got hard as you kissed me.” I said.

“I did also. I find that wearing a dress conceals an erection quite a bit. Well you are not completely hard malatya escort now. My god you are big for not being fully stimulated.” Sue replied.

“My penis puts on a show before it grows. Put it in your mouth and get me hard.” I added.

I place the car in gear and drive toward Glendale. Susan leans her upper torso across the center console. I move my dress up, so I can intermittently watch her manipulations of my big erection. She immediately swallows most of my semi-erect cock. In a few seconds I am fully aroused. Sue uses her long fingernails to scratch my engorged testicles. She withdraws most of my length and concentrates on my uncircumcised head. She sucks on my glans ardently with vigor. Sue is certainly not an amateur fellatio artist.

Sue raises up for air and says. “Rose you are hung as well as I am.”

My Trans friend Veronica has the biggest organ that I have personally sucked. I am about three inches longer than her. I find it interesting that most men have little or average sized cocks. ” I answered.

“Well it sounds like your experience with men is different than mine. I have dated several men with very big cocks. You saw on our video chat that masked man I was sucking. He was nearly as large as me.” She added.

“I am not into men at all. The bad breath, body hair, lack of grooming and excess body fat, are a turn off.” I replied.

“I only date fit, hairless, clean , well-groomed and hung men. I prefer Trans girls though that is why I am here with you.” Sue added.

“Suck me Susan. You deep throated me when I was semi-erect. See if you can take me down now that I am erect.” I challenged.

Traffic slows on the 202 as vehicles in front of us crawl along at about ten miles an hour. I take the next exit as Sue crams about eight inches of me into her throat. I pull the car into a nearly empty parking lot near a car wash.

I keep the air conditioning running, as I watch Sue venerate my cock. I lower my seat flat to give her better access to my organ. My hand grabs her head and I gently push it toward my member. She briefly resists me in my ardor to force my erection down her throat. I permit her to sit up and talk.

“Let me look at you for a moment before I get back to work. I didn’t get a good look at you. Let me admire it for a moment.” Sue said.

I watch her as she grasps me in her hands. She looks surprised by my immense length. “We are so different. As you saw from our video session, I am circumcised. Your head is so large. I love the big veins that crisscross around it. My shaft has one big vein down the center. Your cock is also entirely straight. OK. Now I am ready. I want you to pull my hair hard. Call me a shemale sissy faggot cock sucker and other derogatory terms.” Sue commands.

I grab her hair hard and pull it as I push her attractive head further down my erection. “Suck my big tranny cock you little dirty shemale slut. Take my big girl dick down your throat you worthless shemale faggot.”

I can tell my degrading disrespectful dialogue excites her. Her head bobs up and down my hard erection as her long finger nails tickle my ball sack. Sue deep throats most of me, but not all. I estimate she is throating me down to a depth of nine inches. She is very enthusiastic and motivated by the demeaning language.

“Jack off your big faggot cock as you swallow my big tranny dick. Suck my cock deeper you nasty shemale whore. My giant girl cock is about to cum in that nasty shemale mouth of yours. Deep throat me Sue, you filthy shemale slut.”

For roughly ten minutes Sue’s fellatio is performed with velocity and vigor. I continue the ridiculous shemale/tranny dialogue she enjoys. After repeated attempts. Sue finally chokes down my big penis balls deep. I feel her lips on my balls as my glans lodges in her vast deep esophagus. My body has the symptoms of an approaching orgasm. My muscles in my legs begin twitching as my toes splay apart in my sandals. My breathing comes in short deep gasps. Sue abandons any further deep throat demonstrations. She senses that I am close to orgasm and crams two long fingers deep into my tight anus. Her mouth locks down on the first three or four inches of my shaft and sucks with shallow fiercely powerful gulps. Her large blue eyes stare at me in curiosity as I erupt in her mouth.

“Suck me! Swallow my load! I ammmm cummmmming!” I bawl and cry as I spurt hot thick bolts of semen into her mouth.

Sue doesn’t waiver. She continues fellating me and massages my prostate. Sue keeps her mouth affixed to my convulsing shaft. She is my kind of girl, a swallower. After three large jets of ejaculate shoot into her mouth she resumes her extreme deep throat fellatio. She rapidly slides her mouth down my pulsing length and devours each eruption. I hold her head down balls deep as Sue gulps down all of my pungent thick sperm infested warm semen.

Sue raises up and kisses me hard as we explore each other’s mouths further. I notice that Sue’s çanakkale escort mouth cavity is colossal. It is little wonder that she is able to deep throat me. I taste a faint remnant of my own semen in her mouth. Veronica frequently spits my semen back into my mouth during oral sex, so I know my flavor.

“Rose you are so amazing. You just shot the largest load I have ever swallowed. I have only sucked a couple of shafts as big as yours and they had modest ejaculations. I have only seen loads that big in porn movies.”

“I am pleased that you prefer to swallow. I guess I already knew that from your profile on line. I will share my recipe with you. I know I ejaculate extremely large quantities of semen. I guess you received your breakfast a little late today. When we get to the house perhaps you can feed me and Veronica.” I said.

“Recipe for making semen? I don’t think I have heard of that before. Who is this Veronica?”

“Yes, there are things that you should eat and drink that enhances semen volume and taste. You have seen Veronica already. She is the young Asian Trans girl that was sucking me during our chat. She is the foremost reason I try to produce more semen. She prepares meals that increase our volume many times over. She sucks me every morning after I wake up. Voni enjoys swallowing large hot loads. She is my maid as well as my lover. She is a Katoey and produces very large volumes of semen as well.”

“What the hell is a Katoey?

“A Katoey is an Asian Trans woman. Many people call them Ladyboys. They are considered a third gender in Thailand. Many go through transition when they are little children. If they don’t go through puberty, they have tiny cocks and reduced libido. Voni went through male puberty several years before she transitioned. She is extremely feminine without any surgeries.” I explained.

“I was astounded by how effortlessly she deep throated you. Another thing that surprised me was her tiny size. I think she is very sexy in a girlish sort of way.”

“Veronica is remarkable in her skill set. She is petite in stature, but exceptionally strong and flexible. Her English is occasionally hard to understand with her heavy accent and broken grammar. I am so use to it I hardly notice. She is highly intelligent and a genius in mathematics. She does my accounting and taxes as well. Once I used her as my translator for a French client. The girl speaks five languages other than English. She is also hung with a nice thick seven-inch cock.” I added.

We continue our drive toward Glendale. We hold hands and listen to classical music on my sound system. After another fifteen minutes we arrive at my spacious brick home. I help Sue with her large luggage ensemble. I am astonished by the quantity of baggage Sue carries with her. Veronica answers the door and introduces herself to Sue. She accompanies Sue to the guest room.

Veronica has worked for me for five years. She is incredibly petite, stands 5’6″and weighs 95 pounds. Voni has a flat six pack abdomen and a natural chest with small perky breasts. Her coffee brown skin, black silky hair and flawless face are very alluring. Her peculiar gray eyes are much like that of a wolf. Voni wears a size 0 or 2 depending on the manufacturer. She wears her hair fairly short in a bob. She is attired in a conservative gray pant suit outfit that is tight with a bare midriff. Her attractive red toes and feet are flaunted by clear see-through high heeled pumps. She is very well groomed and extremely desirable. Sue is intrigued by Veronica. I stand at the end of the hallway and watch them.

“Thank you for helping me with my bags. Are you from the Philippines?” Sue queried.

Veronica speaks pidgin English with bad grammar and a heavy accent.

“No maim. I from Thailand. I look like many girls from Philippines. I work in Pattaya with many Katoey from Philippines. Many people ask same question.” She replied.

“Pattaya? I have heard of it. What did you do for work in Pattaya?” Sue asked.

“I work in Katoey Ladyboy bar. I learn English there, meet Americans there. Miss Rose bring me to United States. Hire me. She very nice. I work for her and we good friends.” Voni replied.

“Well Veronica you are a very attractive young woman. Can you help me put my things away?”

“Yes. Miss Rose tell me take care you. I help you put clothes in closet and drawer. I cook food, wash clothes, clean house. Do anything you ask.” Voni said with her pidgin English.

“Well for now I will settle for your help with my dresses and shoes.” Sue said.

The young Thai and Sue closed the door and begin organizing Sue’s clothing and shoes. The guest room is equipped with a considerable walk-in closet. There are two long rails against opposite walls for clothes hangers. Another wall is featured with a giant wooden shoe rack. Veronica is impressed with Sue’s extensive wardrobe of dresses, shoes and accessories. They discuss Sue’s extensive ensemble of sexy sandals and footwear. Despite their huge difference in body size, they wear the same size of footwear. Sue attempts to give her several pairs of shoes that she appreciates. Voni instead agrees to borrow a pair of white thong sandals that she admires. She is uncomfortable accepting gifts after just meeting Sue. After they finish unpacking all of Sue’s clothing Voni reports to me.

The Next Day

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This story begins immediately after the end of my previous story, “A Step Too Far.”

In that story, I described the lesson my beautiful, but temporarily domineering, wife taught me for sharing secrets about our love life with strangers on Literotica.

I had just completed the last of seven nights of light bondage and humiliation, during which I had to bring my wife, who insisted I call her “Mistress” during my week of submission, to as many orgasms as she commanded, while she straddled my face. Simultaneously, I had to discover, remove, and correctly identify whatever she had hidden in her vagina, all with my hands tied behind my back. If I pleased my Mistress with my tongue, and correctly identified her hidden treasure, my nightly reward was one self-induced orgasm, but I had to eat my own semen while she watched.

That week, in addition to my beautiful Mistress’s mouth-watering vaginal secretions, which I will admit I absolutely love swallowing, I had the pleasure of extracting and tasting whipped cream and maraschino cherries, chocolate pudding, a peppermint patty, several peach slices, two full-size peanut butter cups, half of a peeled banana, and a whole bag of Skittles! I also had to consume about a half-liter of my own semen, which I actually started to enjoy, but that is another story.

For my seventh and final lesson, my Mistress invited her friends Liz and Katie to watch, which humiliated me, as was her intention, but also secretly turned me on tremendously.

Despite our audience, or maybe because of them, I passed my final lesson with flying colors: five, to be exact, and they were all running down my chin after I sucked the last of the Skittles from my Mistress’s vagina!

But the real icing on the cake for me was when Liz and Katie unexpectedly stripped off their clothes and joined us on our king-size bed, where they made passionate love to each other just inches from my Mistress and me!

Afterward I admitted to being incredibly aroused by the spectacle of these two beautiful women, and they in turn acknowledged how much they enjoyed watching me swallow my own semen and hoped to see me make and eat a creampie sometime in the near future.

Surprisingly, my wife indicated she would consider participating in their fantasy!

So here is where my new story begins…

After Liz and Katie left, my wife and I took a long, hot shower together. While this always turned me on, I was even more aroused than usual with images of Liz and Katie, and the things they did together in our bed, fresh in my mind.

I tried to discreetly relieve some of the pressure building up inside of me while washing myself very quickly with my wife’s lotion soap, but she must have intuitively understood my intentions and held my wrist to slow down the tempo.

“Save it for tomorrow night,” she said with a wink. “I want you to make the biggest creampie ever!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said.

“Oh, stop already,” she said. “You don’t have to call me that anymore, you passed the lesson!”

Then she lifted my hand and took over washing me, very slowly, until the hot water ran out.

Even the cold water did not diminish my physiological condition. I knew the next twenty-four hours could not pass quickly enough!

Our king-size bed still smelled of Liz and Katie when we turned in that evening. Their intoxicating scent and the memory of how it got there kept me up all night, and I do not mean awake! My wife was fortunate not to have suffered bruises all over her hips and thighs from the prodding she received every time I rolled around in my sleep, while visions of Liz and Katie danced in my head!

The next day at work I received the following text message from my wife:

“Tonight I’m yours, do anything that you want me to, don’t hurt me…”

It gaziantep escort was a quote from an old Rod Stewart song we used to listen to, back when we were young and he was a rock and roller. But she wasn’t inviting me to spin records on our stereo!

I replied with a song quote of my own, compliments of an old record by Kiss:

“There’s something sweet you can’t buy with money, lick it up…”

Then I added my favorite emoji, the little smiley face with his tongue sticking out.

We were both more than ready for whatever that evening had in store for us.

For the rest of my workday it felt like five o’clock would never arrive!

When I finally got home, my wife met me at the door with a lustful embrace that told me I hadn’t arrived a moment too soon. Then she unzipped my pants, released the object of her desires, and led me like a dog on a leash to our bedroom, which was illuminated by candles and scented oils. The covers of our king-size bed were turned down, and I noticed the linen had been changed. Liz and Katie’s chairs were still at our bedside, as they had been the night before.

“Are we expecting company?” I asked, glancing in the direction of the two dining room chairs.

“Why do you ask?” she replied, then followed my gaze to the empty chairs. “Oh, those,” she continued. “No, not tonight, but maybe sometime soon. Would you like that?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” I mumbled, as though the thought had not previously entered my mind, which it most certainly had. “Maybe.”

My physical response betrayed me. I couldn’t very well deny my true feelings, at least not while my wife held my most vital organ in her hand!

I had never known any lesbians before, at least not that I was aware, and I suppose I didn’t have much of an idea about what types of things they did in private. The previous evening, Liz and Katie had introduced me to a whole new world which I was eager to visit again and explore much more thoroughly. Their erotic display really turned me on!

I know I am on record, in a previous story, as having stated I have many sexual fantasies. And now I ask, who doesn’t? But until recently, all of my fantasies involved my wife, who is my sexual paragon, and I spend a lot of time daydreaming about things we have done together, or sexual experiences I hope to someday share with her. Don’t misunderstand me, I have always noticed other women too, and again I could ask, who doesn’t? Nonetheless, I have never found other women, or the lure of the forbidden, to be more enticing than my own sexy wife. I guess I am very fortunate in that regard. My wife is the only woman I will ever need to fulfill me sexually, especially if she reads this story!

I have also stated, in a previous story, that I am not attracted at all to men, having been around them my whole life and finding it difficult to understand why even women find men attractive. If that is a selfish attitude, I am guilty as charged, but my sexual fantasies do not ever include men. To my way of thinking, it would seem odd for a man to have other men in his sexual fantasies. But for a man to have women in his fantasies, well, not so odd, even if he imagines two women together.

So it should not be any kind of surprise when I admit, witnessing lesbian love, between two beautiful women in my very own bed, opened up several volumes of new sexual fantasies I had never even considered!

But back to the action at hand, so to speak, and my action was literally in my wife’s hand as we stood at the foot of our king-size bed!

Although I was starving for a taste of my wife’s private goods, as I am always eager to bury my tongue in her vagina and find it difficult to stop once I get started, she was apparently even more determined to konya escort get down to business on me, dropping to her knees and engulfing me into her sultry mouth while we were both still fully dressed. We are both self-diagnosed oral sex addicts; she had not partaken in her favorite sexual activity at all during the previous week of my punishment, and seemed to be trying to make up for lost time.

It felt fantastic!

Even so, I could not help but recall her words to me the night before about saving my orgasm for the biggest creampie ever, and I made a conscious effort, as she brought me ecstatic pleasure with her skilled lips and tongue, not to allow her final reward. It was very hard.

It was also very difficult!

Her soft lips and skilled tongue had me on the brink of filling her hungry mouth within minutes, and shamefully, my lustful thoughts of Liz and Katie were taking me to the top at an exponentially rapid speed.

I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her passionately, sucking on her tongue with the same enthusiasm as she had been servicing me.

“What was that?” I asked breathlessly when we finally broke our kiss.

“I was just getting you ready,” she said, squeezing me with her hand and stroking me slowly.

“Oh, I’ve been ready all day,” I admitted. “How about that creampie you promised?”

I pushed her onto our bed, which was uncharacteristically forceful of me, but I couldn’t wait any longer, and lifted her skirt above her waist, revealing my favorite pair of black thong panties. I kissed and sucked her vagina through her panties, which were already quite wet, and then pulled them off of her roughly and tucked them into her open mouth.

I returned my attention to my favorite treat and continued sucking and licking her furiously while she guided my head with her hands and moaned softly through her moist muzzle. Although I wanted to devour her completely, I thought about Liz and Katie and the loving way the two women brought pleasure to each other, and forced myself to slow down. Even so, my delicious wife was soon singing my favorite song in monosyllabic utterances as I thoroughly explored her inner depths with my fingers and tongue, something I had been unable to do while my hands were tied behind my back during my week of punishment.

I continued licking and sucking my wife’s succulent prize even after she reached her first orgasm, until she pulled my face up to hers and rubbed her nose back and forth against mine. I used my teeth to pull her panties out of her mouth, and we locked lips for a deep, passionate kiss.

“What was that?” she asked when her breathing returned to normal.

“I was just getting you ready,” I repeated her words back to her with a wink.

“Oh, I’ve been ready all day,” she repeated my words back to me, then added, “Now how about that creampie?”

We undressed each other without getting up, scattering our clothes onto the floor and the two dining room chairs at our bedside. It was wonderful to feel our naked flesh pressed together as I laid on top of her, kissing and nuzzling her lips, neck, and earlobes. I would have liked for the moment to last a bit longer, but almost immediately she reached down and guided me inside of her slippery wet vagina and started bucking her hips up and down.

I tried to think about baseball, I tried to think about the national deficit, I even borrowed from Austin Powers and tried to imagine former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher naked! But the feeling was so intense, all I could do was involuntarily thrust myself deeper and deeper into my sexy wife’s pleasure zone as I felt the rush of hot lava erupt into her like a long-dormant volcano. But it didn’t stop there. My wife kept bucking, and I kept thrusting, as kayseri escort gush after gush of semen filled her vagina and overflowed onto her clean-shaven vulva.

It may or may not have been our biggest creampie ever, but if it wasn’t, neither of us were keeping score.

“Share it with me?” my wife asked quietly as I withdrew from her and inched my face toward my long-awaited dessert.

I moved back up to her face and kissed her one more time, rubbing my nose back and forth against hers before continuing my descent toward her sumptuous semen-filled vagina.

“Mmmmm, Baby,” I mumbled as I slurped and sucked the gooey treat from her external genitalia, licking and nibbling her labia before entering her vagina with my tongue.

“Save me some,” she whispered hoarsely, holding my head with her hands but starting to pull my hair upward as a reminder.

“I think you like eating creampies almost as much as I do,” I mused, then sucked a mouthful of semen from her vagina.

“Mmmm hmmm,” she purred, continuing to pull me up to her face.

With my mouth full of our combined love juices, I slowly kissed my way up to my beautiful wife’s face, where her eyes were closed and her mouth wide open. I rubbed my nose back and forth across hers and then kissed her deeply on the mouth, allowing gravity to share the creampie from my mouth to hers in a variation of our old favorite sexual delight, the snowball. Then I explored the inside of her mouth with my tongue and licked her lips and cheeks.

“Mmmmm,” she purred, “you taste so good!”

“So do you,” I replied, again moving down to finish the clean-up job I had started.

She guided my head again as I finished eating our creampie, this time holding me where she wanted me until she achieved her second orgasm.

Again I ascended to her face and kissed her deeply.

We rolled over in bed, as had become our routine, and she straddled my face so I could coax out the final remnants of our lovemaking.

“No Skittles?” I joked.

“Better check, just to be sure,” she replied with equal jocularity.

Fortunately I was able to use my fingers along with my tongue, unlike the previous evening when my hands were tied behind my back as part of my punishment. After a long time and much scrutiny, I felt confident there were no Skittles left behind!

When my wife had calmed down from her third orgasm, she laid down next to me and kissed my neck gently, each of us resting our head on the other’s shoulder.

“I needed that,” she said softly, her mouth only about an inch from my ear.

“So did I,” I replied softly into her ear.

“I’m sorry I humiliated you this past week,” she continued, “especially yesterday with Liz and Katie watching.”

With her mention of my two favorite lesbians, what was once dormant sprang to new life, which did not go unnoticed.

“Ooh, so you really did like Liz and Katie watching us last night,” she said with newfound enthusiasm.

“Did I say that?” I asked rhetorically.

“You didn’t have to say a word,” she said, reaching down and gripping my newly awakened member. “They both asked if they could have a return engagement.”

“How soon?” was all I could say.

We both laughed, and I hoped the dining room chairs would remain a permanent fixture in our bedroom.

“Now let’s see what we have here,” my wife said as she moved herself down to treat me to the most intense oral sex I have experienced in a very long time.

“Share it with me?” I asked quietly when I was finally able to speak, to which my wife replied non-verbally by shaking her head back and forth in the negative response without even taking me out of her talented mouth.

Later that evening, we shared some of our fantasies and discussed plans for Liz and Katie making a return visit to our bedroom. So far it looks like Saturday night is the earliest this can be arranged, although my wife said she is hopeful something will come up sooner.

She got that right!

The continuing events will be chronicled in my next story, tentatively titled, “The Return of Liz and Katie.”

Sweet Dreams…

How I Became a Cheerleader Ch. 12

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Trent and I went back to our room, and as he went to fill up the hot tub on the balcony, I stopped him I could tell that he was just too tired to try anything, and so was I. Ten minutes later, we were in each other’s arms and relaxing in bed. I felt him stiffen between my cheeks and I wiggled around him and laid back.

“This is so nice.” I told him.

“MMMMhhhhhhhmmmm.” Was all I got in response. I could feel his breathing settle and deepen; I knew that he was asleep. I wiggled in a little deeper into his embrace and closed my eyes. I decided that I should get some sleep myself; the next day was our last port call.

Morning came and we were once again up early and in the gym. I could tell that I would need a vacation to recover from my vacation. A hard work out and a big breakfast and we were showering and getting ready for the day. I was starting to get excited about the excursion that we had planned for this port.

For a change, I wore a one piece bathing suit under my shorts and a white button down shirt, undone and tied at the waist. The suit was black, speedo and very form fitting. It almost completely backless and very high cut on the hips. My hair was up in another pony tail and my cork high heel sandals completed my outfit.

Anna and Adam were waiting, with a very unusual glow about them, standing very close together and holding hands. I looked at them suspiciously and they separated looking guilty, something I needed to ask Anna about. We cleared customs and headed off the ship without seeing our parents and headed directly for our trip. We booked morning trips everywhere so that we had time to shop and then get back to the ship before sailing time.

At this port you could try something called snuba, it was like scuba diving and snorkeling mixed. The tank is on the surface and you have a thirty foot hose to dive with. You didn’t have to have be a licensed scuba diver to do it and you get to see all the fish and coral around the island.

I had even bought a couple of disposable water proof cameras to take pictures under water. We met our guide and the rest of the party doing the snuba and headed out to the boat. A twenty minute ride later we were at the first dive site and the first group hit the water. We were in the second group and got to snorkel around this bay. The colors were spectacular, the fish were beautiful and the water as clear as glass. Our guide showed us all the marine life he could, sea turtles, exotic fish, coral and sponges. I took about half the roll of film, but saved the rest for the diving part of our trip. An hour after hitting the water we were on our way to the second dive site.

Here we were given weights and harnesses to keep the air lines from snagging and told how to breathe and clear our masks then it was our turn. The first breath of air under water was a sensation that I will never forget. It was obvious that all of us held our breath at first, because that is what you are taught, under water you hold your breath, but that first breath of dry clean air is a wonderful thing and very freeing.

We followed our dive leader down to the bottom of the shallow bay, there we saw the marine life closer than the snorkeling and he led us over to a sunken sail boat. We looked in the port holes and saw the deck, and I got fabulous pictures, and fell in love with diving. I made up my mind to get my scuba license and major in underwater photography in university. I went through both cameras before our guide signaled that it was time to head back. Towing the raft with the air tank on the surface was more tiring than I thought, it would be so much easier to carry your tank with you, but that was for the future.

Our boat took us back to the harbor and we went shopping. I only picked up a few dresses and wraps at Del Sol. This port was known for cheap liquor and I wasn’t having any of it. I did find a one hour photo place and had my pictures developed. Despite using such a cheap camera, some of the shots came out very clear and I was quite proud of them.

We headed back to the ship and boarded well before sailing time and headed to the café to get something to eat. During our snack I paid close attention to Anna and Adam. She was dressed in a bikini that was so high cut on her thighs, it might as well been non-existent. The top barely covered her nipples and Adam was still dressed in his speedo and thongs. They sat side by side and I could tell that they were up to something. I didn’t say anything though, I let them be.

Dinner that night was semi-formal and I dressed in a white cocktail dress, backless and four inch white heels. The Lobster Bisk was excellent and cherries jubilee was divine, I ate far too much. Then it was off for more dancing. Anna and I tore up the floor again, even going so far as to kiss on the dance floor. It was nothing much, but it was intense. Finally at around midnight, I motioned for Trent to take me back to our cabin. Out hot tub was waiting.

I told Trent to fill it while adana escort I cleaned up and came out of the bathroom in nothing but the thick terry cloth robe the ship provided. Trent was already comfortably ensconced in the whirlpool waiting for me. I stood looking out over the ocean in the moonlight and undid the belt of my robe. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him watching me with a hungry look. Before I dropped my robe, I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and shook it out. It was times like this that I wish life had a slow motion button, I think I would have looked very good doing the head shake hair swirl thing, but I did it anyway.

The robe slipped off my shoulders and I held it under my breasts, still covering me, and started to slowly swivel my hips to a tune playing in my head. I knew that Trent was watching me without looking. My hips were working without my consent and I was loving it. I shrugged the robe down a little lower and it hung to my mid back and my hair covered my exposed skin. I shook my head and my hair came around my front and covered my breasts as I turned to face him. I looked down at him and saw his hand working up and down under the water and I shook my finger at him. Trent took the hint and brought his hand out of the water and I could see the head of his dick through the moving water.

I started to swivel my hips again and watched the look of wanting in his eyes. He was just about ripe. I slipped the robe all the way off and used my hands to cover my breasts and clit. I sauntered over to him and kneeled down by the tub. I was able to remove my hand from my clit and grasped his shaft. He squirmed in my grasp and reached for me. I moved out of his reach and waggled my finger at him again. I stood and climbed into the tub and settled down on top of him.

Trent wrapped his arms around me and grasped my right breast with one hand and my clit with the other. I wiggled on his lap and felt him slip between my cheeks. I could feel his hard on pulsing between my cheeks and the way he was stroking my clit and kissing my neck let me know that he was more than ready for me.

I rose up slightly and settled down on him again, this time he slipped inside me with ease. I was used to him by now and I just sat down and laid back against him. Trent sighed with me as he felt himself sink into my depths. I tightened my pussy around him and then relaxed. He groaned and started stroking me faster, but I grabbed his hand and had him stop.

“What is the matter?” He asked surprised.

“Nothing, I just want to feel you inside me for a while.” I replied and he looked at me funny.

“No, what is the matter?” He asked again, letting go of my clit and sitting me up. Without removing his cock, he spun me around on his lap and had me facing him.

“Tell me.” He said firmly.

“It is school.” I finally admitted.

“What about it?”

I told him everything about my submission to UCLA and that the dark pictures were not exactly what they were looking for and that I was not going to get in. By the time I was finished I was in tears.

“Just relax,” he told me, pulling me even closer. “I know that even the dark pictures you took will be well received. I am sure that everyone is submitting the nice smiling happy pictures, yours as a more real life display will stand out better for the admissions board.”

Trent tried to reassure me, but I was still preoccupied. I tried to make love to him, but it was obvious to him that I was not into it. Trent pulled out of me and just held me in the water. We cuddled there for almost an hour before the jets stopped and Trent stood and carried me to bed. He dried me off and put me to bed, leaving me alone only long enough to dry off himself and then he climbed into bed and held me till I fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning, our last full day on the cruise, completely at sea the entire time as we had to get back to Miami. I got into the shower and cleaned up and dressed to go work out. Trent was up by the time I got out of the bathroom.

“Hi,” I said sheepishly.

“Good morning beautiful.” Trent said, gathering me up in his arms.

“I am sorry about last night.”

“There is nothing to apologize for.” Trent said firmly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I got you all worked up and then left you hanging.”

“It is not the first time that has happened to me.” He said smiling, “but you have never done it to me before and I am not worried about it.”

“But…”

“No buts.” He said firmly. “If you are not enjoying it, then I am not going to force you.”

“I just feel bad about getting you all worked up and then not finishing.”

“A little teasing is good for me.” Trent said. “Now, I don’t want to hear another word about it, I am going to dress and then we can go work out before breakfast.”

Trent kissed me softly and then let me go and went into bathroom. I sat on the bed and waited while I eskişehir escort tried to figure him out. Most guys would have freaked or at least grudge fucked a girl for doing that to him, but Trent just kissed me and told me not to worry. I was still sitting there thinking when he came out of the bathroom and pulled me up off the bed and we headed out.

We met Anna and Adam in the corridor and I could tell that something was going on. We chatted as we headed off to the gym.

Anna and I started our yoga, once again we were the only ones in the class and the instructor left us alone. We watched the guys for a while and then Anna started talking.

“What is the matter with you today? You have messed up the last three movements.”

I told Anna what happened the night before and she nodded, saying that it was a sign that Trent really loved me that he was not upset, and that I should think of something really special to thank him for it.

“You apologized, let it go.” Anna told me. “Just blow him when you get back to your room. He’ll think he got a good deal.”

“Thanks Anna. Now do you want to tell me what you and Adam have been up to?”

It was her turn to miss a movement.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean is he as good a fuck as he looks?”

“How would I know if…”

“Anna, I have been watching you two for a week now, I can tell when someone is in the first stages of a relationship and when a girl is getting some. Now how is he?”

“Janie…”

“I am not judging you or saying it is wrong. I just want to know if I should be kicking myself for not sleeping with him when I had the chance.”

“Yes, you should be.” Was all she said with a shy smile and we both went back to yoga. After class I gave her a hug and wished her luck, and then a question came to my mind.

“What happens after the cruise, how can you keep it from your parents?”

“We have our own apartment near school, a two bedroom, but I think the second bedroom is about to become a spare.” She said with twinkle in her eye. With a shared laugh, we got the guys and headed to breakfast.

The day aboard ship was fully scheduled by the line, and we hit a show in the afternoon, more pool time, the girls bound together and had another spa afternoon, nails and hair for the nights formal dinner and then we joined the guys for a movie, that was a little disturbing, as the screen moved with the ship.

Trent and I headed back to our room after the movie and I noticed that I had not seen our concierge since the first day aboard, but his presence was felt, the room was always spotless and the linens changed every day. That day he left us a note stating that we should leave our clothes for the next day on the bed and pack the rest before bed and leave our luggage in the hall before bed that night.

I got cleaned up for dinner and dressed with extra care. This was our last formal night and I pulled out my special surprise dress. I saw it one day in the mall and went back when I was alone to get it. A halter top red sequined floor length gown with slips up both sides to my hips. I couldn’t wear a bra and had to wear very high cut red panties with it. The five inch red stilettos completed my outfit. If I had red hair and really big tits I could have passed for Jessica Rabbit. I practiced walking around the living room while Trent showered and dressed, working the sway that Jessica used into my motion.

I had my back to the bedroom door when Trent came out and I heard his gasp. I turned slowly to stare at him over my shoulder and he stood there with is mouth hanging open. I walked over to him, put my fingers under his chin and smiled sweetly up into his eyes.

“What’s the matter big guy, cat got your tongue?” I made a big show of looking into his mouth and said, “No, there it is, must be something else.” I pushed his chin up and closed his mouth with a snap, then tapped my fingernail on his chin, thinking slowly.

“You don’t like my dress.” I said with a pout. “I better go change then.” I hung my head down and sniffed loudly as I tried to step around him, he caught my arm and growled at me.

“Don’t you dare.” The smile he wore made me feel wonderful. “That is the most stunning thing I have ever seen. But don’t you get to far from me tonight or you will be surrounded by wolves.”

“OOOHHHHHHH, promise you will protect me.” I grasped his arm at the elbow and shivered at his side.

“Have no fear my love, you will be safe tonight, from all.” He said gallantly, and then in a whisper said, “but me.”

“I like that plan.” I said pulling him down to kiss him softly.

We headed out the door and knocked on Anna’s room. Adam opened the door and waved us inside.

“Sorry, Anna is still getting dressed. How about a drink?”

“You guys go ahead, I will go help Anna.” I stepped up to the door and found it locked.

“Adam, I told you not to come in.” Came a muffled voice sakarya escort from inside.

“Anna, its Janie, let me in to help you.”

“Oh Janie, thank God.” The door opened and Anna’s head came peeked out from behind it. I slipped inside and she slammed the door and locked it quickly. “Help.” She said plaintively

She wore a white half bra and matching panties as well as stockings and a garter belt. That seemed to be the problem.

“I don’t know how to…”

“No problem, I have helped my mom with these.” I said calmly and sat down on the bed to hook the belts to her stockings. She was already in her heels and that brought her to just the right height for me to hook her up. In minutes she was ready and we pulled the off with silk dress over her head. It settled around her frame like a second skin after I zipped her up, and you could tell that she wore a garter belt if you looked hard enough.

“You look incredible.” I told her, and meant every word. I had had limited experience with girls by then, thanks to Coach Jacobs, but seeing her in that lingerie made me want to expand on them and I thought that Adam was a lucky guy.

We stepped out into the living room to applause and whistles, I think from the fact that we were actually done dressing, until they saw Anna, then the applause got even louder. Adam came up to her and stopped clapping long enough to take her hands and kiss her gently.

“You look radiant.” He said simply.

“Thank you.” She replied demurely. “Shall we be going?”

We headed down to dinner and the stares we got on the way were worth every second we spent getting ready. I thought that Jason was going to fall over when he saw me, but Kevin couldn’t take his eyes of Anna. Finally, he was able to speak.

“What have you done to my little girl?” He asked staring at Anna.

“Daddy?”

“When did you grow up into such a beautiful young woman?”

“Oh Daddy,” Anna replied blushing.

Turning to his wife Kevin said sternly, “Jennifer, Anna is not going back to school after this trip. We are taking her home and locking her in her room.” Jennifer just smiled and smacked his arm.

Dinner that night was a real show; the appetizers were delicious, caviar and shrimp. The main course was surf and turf, I picked at the lobster, but Trent was kind enough to finish me steak, it was just too much for me. Desert was Baked Alaska, complete with the lights going out and the flaming desert being served by its own light.

After dinner we headed out on deck and this time it was Trent beside me as we looked at the stars. At midnight, we went back to the dinning room and looked at the massive final night buffet. The chefs and cooks had gone all out. I couldn’t eat anything anyway and I was glad, as it would have been a sin to destroy such art work. I ran and got my camera and got some pictures before the crowd destroyed the magnificent creations.

We went back to our cabin after that and packed the last of our clothes and put everything but our travel clothes in the living room for the porters to off load for us. The last thing that Trent did before he came to bed was to leave a very large tip for the concerige.

As he slipped into bed, I reached for him, he grabbed my wrist and kissed the inside of my arm and wrapped it around his neck.

“No, Janie, I just want to hold you tonight. This is the last night we get to sleep together for a while you know.” Trent said as he pulled me close.

“That’s right, and I don’t intend to waste it just cuddling, so shut up and put out.” I demanded, grabbing his cock and stroking him as I kissed him. His response was just what I hoped it would be, he thrust his tongue in my mouth and tried to crush me to his chest.

Our tongues dueled for supremacy in each other’s mouths as I gripped his rapidly hardening cock, my nails dragging up and down his length. He moaned into my mouth and I knew that I had him. His hand closed around my nipple and the other on my clit. He started to thrust in and out of my fist and I knew it was time.

I broke his embrace, but not the kiss and slipped on top of him. His shaft slid between my cheeks and I wiggled him into place at my entrance. The pre-cum he was leaking was all the lube I needed and as he pressed against my rosebud, I relaxed and drove down onto him.

The entrance into my pussy was sharp and delicious and we both hissed at the same time. I got him fully seated and wiggled a little to make sure he was all the way in then sat up. That drove him still deeper into me and I moaned in delight. Balancing myself with a hand on his chest I got my feet under me and looked down at him with an evil smile.

“Hang on baby.” I said as I stated to ride him. With very little lube, it was a little more painful than usual, but I loved the feel of just him inside me. Trent brought his hands up and began to tweak my nipples and I did the same to him. This was not a slow gentle love making, I was riding him like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby, if I had had a whip, I would have used it on him.

He moved his hands down to my hips and started thrusting even harder against me. I was going to have a hard time walking the next day, but that was not something that I cared about right then. My man was inside me and that was all that mattered.

I am a Natural? Ch. 01

Blonde

Regi, 21, was sitting in the corner of his room browsing nonsensible through portals on the internet. It was another regular day at Warwick. Slow start to a vacation where he had come over to his grandparents’ house for 2 weeks. There was absolutely nothing to do on a cold winter morning where everything was foggy, and people were clad in multiple layers of grey clothes. When suddenly he spotted Jason, standing on this steel ladder in a thin vest hammering few nails into the fence. His strong body lines stood apart and he looked like a movie hero smoking cigar by the side of his mouth. Regi, was awe struck and felt completely weird.

Regi waved and asked if he needed any help. Jason gladly accepted and asked me to come down. I quickly reached his lawn from my backdoor and introduced myself. His name was Jason, something I knew earlier but pretended not to and he showed me the work that was remaining. While I got myself busy with the back fence he started working on the right fence. It is then that it suddenly down poured and before I could climb back from the fence and make it house I was drenching wet. All the while, I guess Jason understood that I had had a massive crush on him and from my butter fingers he realized I was more girlish than any boy he would have met. He patted me on my arse and said that we could first get into easier clothes after a hot shower and then continue. He kindly showed me to his bedroom asked me to get into the master shower. While I was in, he asked me to hand over the soiled clothes so that he could dry them up and told me he will hand over new set of clothes. When I got into the shower, I felt so sexy that I was naked in Jason’s bedroom private shower and was about to get so close to him. I also knew that he had seen me checking him out many times. I was naked, and I realized there was no towel, so I opened the door a bit and asked Jason to get me towel. After a while, something strange happened and Jason handed over a silk cloth and asked me to to clean up with it.

The feel of silk got me all excited. The presence of Jason out in the room and the silk had got me very sensitive. I could feel the sexual tension build in my body and nervousness got me all red.

“Hey lad, are you done? I have left some clothes for you in the room – help yourself and come down for a tea. OK?”

“Yes sir, of course I will be there. and thank you!”

“Ah! sweets, don’t thank me yet!” chuckled Jason and left the room. I could hear his footsteps down the stairway and decided to quickly come out and change into the clothes.

I was aghast when I saw that Jason had left curly lacy soft pink panties and a feminine bathrobe for me to change into. There was also a soft girlie slip on carpet shoes with bunny on top for his foot.

“Sir, sorry but I … find. something different here on the bed, could you kindly give me my jeans and t-shirt please!” I said, quiet nervously.

“Lad, this is what you’ve got! else you could walk naked to your granny. lol! Let me know if you need any help to wear them and don’t let my tea get cold so be quick!”

I was perplexed. My whole world had turned upside down! Yes, I had wished this in my heart but was certainly not ready for it. I sheepishly walked towards it and slipped into the panty. The feeling was overwhelming, and I felt my penis, which normally could grow to 6″ curl to being non-existent.

I was so confused; how could I be all sexually charged and have my penis suddenly go so soft! I slipped on the bathrobe, wore the carpet shoes and opened the door. I slowly descended the steps and reached the kitchen and overheard Jason.

“Hey Dave, thank you but I should complement your lad is such a good boy! He will be late as he is helping me fix the attic flooring today. He might sleep in here if it gets too late! We don’t want him wandering between wolves at midnight, huh!” there was a pause and then, “great! take care mate and good night!” He kept the phone and without turning continued, ” sit lad, and I’ll get you some tea … it’s a long evening and some tea will help!”

I sat and felt the tension rising. The panty was feeling like heaven and there was so much tinkling sensation in my nipples. It was all happening, and I couldn’t take my eyes off Jason’s well chiseled body.

“So how does the panty feel?” and he leaned forward whispering with such lovely eyes!

“They are fine, but I prefer … to get into my clothes sir”.

“No, you don’t, you want to be a girl … for a day … maybe just a day … but it will be today … and I will not let you be anything else … do you understand?”

“Yes … I mean … no … please”

Jason came around and caught me by my shoulders … and started massaging … slowly and gently … and then … asked me to relax.

“Lad, it is going to be fine and I will not do anything you do not want me to do! But, let it flow!” He switched a button on the remote and soft saxophone started filling the room with sexy notes.

I mardin escort closed his eyes and decided to be … in the moment. It will all be just fine, I thought when Jason started moving closer.

His abdomen was right across Regi’s face and Regi could smell the strong odor from his cock… He slowly opened his eyes and saw this massive bulge in front of the pajamas.

Jason pushed forward and let his cock touch on face. I could feel the hardness and the warmth of his cock on my cheeks. While he stroked my hair, he let his cock rest on my cheeks. Seeing that I was not resisting, he tightened his grip on my hair and pushed my head more on his cock. By now I had smelled too much of this cock to give any more fight. he moved in front and his cock was right on my mouth.

“Open your mouth, cunt. Go ahead and bite my meat! I want you to know that it is pure iron. C’mon, do it!”. I obediently opened my mouth and tried taking the width of this massive cock from the fabric. It had to be full wide-open mouth for me to have it in my mouth. I rolled my eyes up to see Jason and gave him a small bite.

Jason closed his eyes and gave a small gush of air out … aaah … “Your mouth is nice, lad”.

I was in a very different world. I wanted to go on … and … also … run away … but I felt myself wetting the panties. Like a small slut, here I was, sitting in someone’s panties with a massive cock in my mouth and my small penis trying to remain sane in this torrent of sex.

“Lad, did you like that … tell me did you like it … you bitch!” and … I nodded … quiet affirmatively. What else was I to do … my body would not lie.

He pulled my out and said, “good, now for going any forward, we need to add some more spice … you agree … huh?”

I looked blank as my mouth was open … gaping and yearning for the cock … or maybe … aghast on what was happening. He moved to the platform and brought tea. He sat down and looked at me intently.

“My hard cock also likes you lad, but … maybe … my cock likes you more because you are soiling those lovely panties … aren’t you!” I looked back shying and blushing … and speechless. ” Sir … I am … not knowing what is happening … I mean … I am …!”, and he cut me. “It’s OK lad. I know you are loving to be in that panties. But, why don’t we make you a perfect bitch … right?”

I didn’t know where to look, but … I kept looking at him. “OK lad, so here is what we will do. I want you to go back to the bedroom, choose a nice bra and a nightie that you like. There are nail paints and facial make up in the drawer. Most important is the choice of your scarf … and listen up … I want you to choose the scarf very carefully because … from today … you will wear it all time. Do you understand? Now, go and get ready and call me when you are ready for me! OK?”

I listened to all that and sat like a statue. When Jason kissed the air with his pink lips and winked, I startled and leaned back, “now make it fast, lad!” In some sense of possession, I got up and moved to the bedroom. On the way up, I know I had no way of leaving tonight till Jason had had his way with me. Like a fool, I had followed him so far and here I was taken hostage with not even my cell phone with me. Yes, I could open the window and yell, Jason is trying to rape me … but how would I explain me sitting and soiling panties in his house!

I locked the bedroom door behind me and removed the bathrobe. I was shocked to see how much I had wet the panties and I was aching to relieve myself. But I guess, that was for some other day. Right now, I had to be sure that I do not upset Jason else he would kill me and … my mind went blank. To avoid him any more discomfort I looked for a matching bra. There was a host of these lovely bras and my mind just delighted. What was happening to me, why did these things turn me on like this! I picked a lacy pink bra and a matching lingerie. I put it on and then went ahead and wore some perfume. I looked myself in the mirror and saw a completely different me. But I loved it, I loved the feeling of being a woman! I loved the feeling of being Jason’s woman … at least for now. I was still nervous to tell him this and very afraid of what will follow. But the thought of that big cock pressing in my mouth … kept turning itself in front of my eyes. I had never been so excited in my life. I stopped, took a deep breath and settled down on the dressing table. I pulled out the blood red nail paint and started applying it to my finger nails … and then to my toes. I then pulled out a matching lipstick and smacked in on my lips. I brushed some color on my cheeks and then there I was. Jason’s bitch! I stood up and nervously walked to open the door.

I descended the steps and slowly called out, “Sir, … I am here”

“Lad, go right back to the bedroom and make the bed ready … I’ll be right there. OK?”

“OK … “… OK? van escort Was I fucking OK with this?? But it was too late now. I felt myself stumble on my feet as I hastily reached the bedroom. I removed the comforter and dim the lights. I felt my heartbeat rise as I kept doing this. Like his woman making his bed ready where he will fuck me the way he wants. Just this morning, I was swearing my life is mundane and here it was … head over heels. I was at the verge of crying and was breaking down.

I was not prepared for this and I had to confront Jason. Tell him, I am not his bitch and he cannot have me like he wants. I tried gaining strength and decided to have this straight on his face. No matter what. Just then, Jason shouted from below, “Bitch, the bed better be nicely done, I do not like it other way … you understand!”

Just then I immediately reverted, “Yes sir, its ready for you … please come!” There goes all my courage.

“Nice, now I want you on your all four with your pussy sticking out to the room entrance. You will not see me till I do not ask you to turn. you understand!”

I hopped on the bed and got on my all four. I stuck my bum up in the air. I knew I was exposed and cool air on my bum with that lingerie turned me on completely. At that moment I knew I had totally given in. It was only way forward from here and I had decided to enjoy it rather than feel being victimized. I heard Jason behind me and I was careful not to turn around.

“Hmm. good. So why are you dressed like this, bitch?”

“Sir, I like the pink panties and the bra. I hope you approve of it and it will please you. I have made all my effort so that I can be a good bitch for you today, sir.”

“So is it true of what I see, your panties are so soaking wet!”

“Yes, it is… I … mmm … was thinking about … how you … make me look and feel pretty … mm … it turns me on.”

“Is that all, did my cock in your mouth not do anything?”

“No sir, actually, I liked to have your cock … in my mouth. It felt very good and kept me … feeling sexy.”

“Hmm. good. Are you ready for me, bitch?”

“Mm … Yes … sir”

“Grind your pussy for me a bit and tell me who owns it.”

I moved my ass from side to side trying to be as sexy as I can and then slowly said … “it is yours master”.

“So, you want me to touch you and give you my cock?”

“Yes, I want your … cock sir”.

“And what will you do for it? Why should I give you my cock now?”

“Because, I will be a good bitch and do what I can to keep you happy.”

“You mean it doll?”

“Give me this evening and I will show you I mean it. I will do all I can to keep you happy.”

“Good, so I want you to close your eyes and turn around … be sure not to open and slowly show me what bra you have for me?”

I turned taking care that I am not opening my eyes and slowly slid open my lingerie that much to show I have a lacy bra inside. I kept moving so that it remains sexy and make Jason happy.

Click! Click! I heard.

I opened my eyes in horror to see that he was video shooting me all this time! And now he had just taken some snaps with me showing what bra I am wearing. I was in a shock.

He stopped recording and kept it on the table and turned to me. He was in the same clothes he had worn earlier. I gathered courage to ask. “Are you going to blackmail me?”

“No darling, this remains in my collection and will never harm you.”

I was relieved, and then suddenly he continued … “till one day suddenly you decide not to give me your pussy and turn me out. I will then ensure this goes to Dave and your pop and anyone else you have batted an eyelid with … understand?”

I was frozen. I knew I was dead. Jason owned me and could do what he wished for.

He smiled and said … “now relax lad. I can assure you that you will never want to leave my cock once you get used to it. Now let’s get started” and then he paused.

I did not get the cue and then he signaled me to come and sit next to him

He was standing, and I was sitting with his cock being right in front of me. I looked at him and gave a helpless face. He took a finger and put it in my mouth. “Darling, lick it nice and suck it as if this is my cock”.

I started to suck his finger slowly and started rolling my tongue around it. when … he started to loosen his pajamas with the other hand. I paused.

“Don’t stop darling … keep going … you do not have to get distracted” I continued, and he continued. In a moment he had this monster 8″ long and 2″ round cock spring up. He kept moving his finger inside my mouth and slowly started moving his cock near my face. His cock was not touching my lips and nose when stopped.

“Breathe me in darling. From now on, this smell will rule you. You will live for this smell. My cock is all that you should be thinking about. And so, I did. I smelled it full and ankara escort … it was a great turn on.

Jason removed his finger and then lifted my face. “Your lips look smacking beautiful. Now who will kiss it first? My lips or my cock … you decide.”

My fate was sealed and only way I could now make it better from here was to really become a bitch. A bitch only cares about fucking and so should I.

I did not bother to answer but immediately moved my mouth to his cock. The taste of his precum got me all mixed up. It is here that I realized who I really was. I was not pretending anymore, I was what I had been all the time. A BITCH. And when I found my alpha male, I came out unleashed. I slowly ravished the taste and Jason was in no hurry. He had, what he believed, a lifetime to get everything from me. So, he waited for me to move. I gradually moved a little forward trying to take a little more of this cock inside and slid my lips ahead till I knew I had the crown with me. I stopped and sucked and rolled the tongue here. My hands rested on his firm waist and his on my head. He slowly slid one hand and the back of my neck and tightened the hair at the top of my head with the other. I knew what was on his mind. He was going to show me his regal length by forcing all of it inside me.

I precariously braced for the assault. I widened my mouth as much I could and kept moving forward. Here is how a bitch assures the male that she reads his mind and tends to it. He loosened the grip instantly in a barter to rather enjoy the hot lips on him. When I had reached half of his length I knew that my mouth would give me no more room. Jason knew it all the time. He pushed my head from behind with his other hand. I immediately tightened my lips around his cock and started moving forward and backward to massage his half-length with all that I had. He let me do that for a bit and then moved a bit back. I did not know what that for was … till his other hand reached out for my panty and caught my nuts. I was stunned. It was a small catch not the one that would hurt … but he had me by my balls.

Jason whispered, “Bitch, you better find a way to get my full cock in else I know what these balls feel like being crushed… no pressure … take your time.”

II had the master who would not have it any other way. I wanted to tell him that this fir the first time that I had ever let any cock in my mouth. How was I to become an expert in a minute of my assault. And, then it struck me. Jason wanted to find out if I was a natural. If I am a bitch as natural I will have all it takes to make it happen. It was for me to believe and bind that I am truly a natural … A BITCH for real and no pretense.

I moved my hand to hold his cock and slowly pulled it till it hit the back of my neck. I had now done maybe 5 inches of his shaft. I had another 3 to go … and Jason was nowhere close to finishing. So, I mustered all my courage and looked in the mirror nearby. I saw I looked real damn pretty in the lingerie sucking and being fucked by a bull. I could not blow this away, this is what I was.

So, I pulled his cock in next stroke and pushed my mouth forward to let him enter my throat. I gagged, and tears flushed my eyes, but he had entered and for the first time I heard my Jason say … “aaah bitch you are awesome!”

I knew I cannot let him get out of my throat and there was another 2 inches remaining to take. So, I left his cock and pushed him from his ass to me while kept my mouth still. Jason moved at least an inch forward and that is all the cue this Greek God needed. He was a natural. He held my head from side and pushed an inch further till he was fully inside.

“Gaawwdddd … your pussy is so fuckin tight doll!!” He shrieked and now started fucking with moving his last 2 inches in and out of my throat. He was careful not to get out of the throat and at the same time fast enough so that he could finish.

After, what it felt like, ages of fucking me… he pulled back is cock in my mouth and said … “Doll I am Cumming and I want you to keep all this in mouth and not gulp it … ”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh .. Here I cum … Biitttcchhhhh!” and gushes of cum landed in my mouth! it quickly filled my mouth and some of it started dripping from side.

When he was finished, he pulled out my scarf … and asked me to remove some of cum from mouth and put it on the scarf. I did that and then he took few snaps with my mouth open and filled with his cum.

“C’mon lad, now drink all of that in … every drop … you’ve earned it!” And so, I did.

“This scarf is not being washed. I want it to have some of me cum every time we have sex, you understand. And, all the time, I want you wearing it around you … I should never catch you without it else, you know what I can do!”

But how could I, wear this girl scarf all the time! This jolted me.

He said he wanted a swig of whiskey and asked me to lie down till he is back.

I obediently lied down still regaining from the assault I had been through. While I lied down everything passed my eyes, as if the day rewind one more time, but … what remained as the most notable moment was when Jason had given all his cum in my mouth and made me his bitch … And … I was … his!

Femdom in Today’s Saudi Arabia

Amateur

The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is thought of by many as a forbidden place. To the billion plus men and women around the planet Earth who call themselves Muslims, Saudi Arabia is the Heartland of Islam. To Western feminists, Saudi Arabia is a backwards land and a veritable prison for the female sex. To the African, Filipino and Indian workers who come to Saudi Arabia for labor and end up mistreated by their Saudi Arabian employers, the Kingdom is a place to avoid. Still, what is life like for the women of Saudi Arabia?

Take a look at a young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman’s life before passing judgement on her or her countrymen, please and thank you. Lots of people who have never been to Saudi Arabia are quick to judge. They forget that Saudi Arabian women are, first of all, women, and any man who tries to make a woman do what she does not want to do does so at his own peril…

The lady in question is a newlywed from a privileged background, one who is having a tough time adjusting to life as the wife of a mercurial younger man. Afaf Al-Harbi is twenty nine years old, and is newly married to Muhammad Al-Saud, the son of a wealthy Saudi Arabian family. The fact that Muhammad is five years younger than his wife was seen as odd by both of their families, but the pair nevertheless got married, one fine day in the City of Dammam, in the Eastern Province of Saudi Arabia.

Many in the City of Dammam thought of Muhammad Al-Saud and Afaf Al-Harbi as an odd match. After all, Muhammad Al-Saud hadn’t been the same since he went to study civil engineering at the University of California in the City of Los Angeles. While at UCLA, Muhammad Al-Saud explored a brand new world. Young, wealthy, and eager to experiment, Muhammad indulged in wine, clubbing, and lots of women of course. Along the way, he also discovered a penchant for certain ‘odd’ sexual practices, to say the least.

Afaf Al-Harbi is a classy young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman. The daughter of Imam Rafiq Al-Harbi, one of the most prominent clerics in all of Saudi Arabia, Afaf was raised to be a pious Muslim woman. Life wasn’t easy for Afaf, whose mother Amina Abugabal was a Black Muslim woman from Sudan who married a Saudi Arabian Muslim preacher. Growing up to be a six-foot-tall, curvy, biracial woman in the Heartland of Islam taught Afaf to be brave in the face of adversity.

In the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, a land where more than fifteen percent of the population has some African heritage, the bias against Black folks remains strong in the heart of the Arabs. Casual racism was pretty much a fact of life inside the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Afaf’s father tried to marry her off for a while, but only Muhammad the reformed party guy who spent years living in the United States of America showed any interest in Afaf. Other suitors found her mixed blood ‘tainted’…

At the time that Muhammad Al-Saud and his parents approached Afaf’s father to ask for her hand in marriage, the young woman was dangerously close to thirty. Her father the Imam was relieved to marry her off. After the wedding, Afaf found her husband Muhammad’s ways strange, but dismissed them as leftover Western nonsense from his days spent in the United Snakes of America. All was well, until the day Afaf and her husband had an argument over her lavish spending, and he came after her. Her reaction surprised them both…

“Hmm, you have some fire, I see, nice, I am definitely more into you now,” Muhammad Saud said, rubbing his cheek with his hand and smiling at urfa escort Afaf Al-Harbi, the obedient Saudi Muslim housewife who stunned him. Indeed, Afaf just slapped the shit out of him after Muhammad cornered her, berated her and then pointed his index finger at her face. Afaf, who stood there, breathing heavily, looked at her husband through angry brown eyes, and she pursed her lips before speaking.

“Husband, I am a good wife and swore to honor and obey you in all things but do not come at me this way,” Afaf said, her tall, curvy body trembling, and Muhammad grinned nastily, growing more turned on by the minute. When he tried to grab Afaf again, she batted his hand away. And he came away with a nasty scratch for his efforts. Afaf looked at Muhammad’s midsection, and saw the alarming bulge there. Perplexed, she looked up at her husband. The disturbing smile on his handsome countenance refused to go away…

“When I was studying in the United States, I met a kind of woman that the American infidels call a dominatrix, I see the same fire in your eyes, my wife,” Muhammad said, and just like that, he sat down on a chair, and his demeanor changed. His blazing anger vanished, replaced by an air of relaxation that Afaf had not seen in her husband in quite some time. What was going on through his head?

“Husband, I am a good wife, I have obeyed you in all things and honored you, why do you provoke me so? Do I not please you?” Afaf asked, her tone filled with distress, and she looked at the mark on her husband’s arm and her heart ached for him. If she hadn’t feared for her safety she never would have done this to him. Muhammad looked at the scratch on his arm, and winced, and Afaf went to him, eager to apologize and mend his wound, cursing herself for reacting in this manner.

“That’s the thing, Afaf, I don’t want an obedient Muslim wife, I want one with fire,” Muhammad said, and he rose and started toward her, and Afaf flinched, but stood her ground. Tenderly, Muhammad touched Afaf’s lovely face, and the young Saudi woman smiled, and then kissed her husband’s fingers. Excusing herself, she went to get some band aids and returned a few moments later. After tending to the scratch mark on her husband Muhammad’s arm, Afaf sat near him, awaiting his pleasure, so to speak.

“Husband, whatever you need of me, I will do it,” Afaf said, and her heart skipped a beat when the disturbing light came back in Muhammad’s eyes. Muhammad gestured for Afaf to come closer, and after a brief hesitation, she did as she was told and sat beside her husband. Muhammad looked at his wife, and sighed. They’d been married for six months and Afaf had done everything he wanted, in and out of the bedroom. She cooked, cleaned, helped him with his workload by doing research, and also encouraged him in all things. Could she handle his true nature?

“Afaf, my wife, I have a secret,” Muhammad began, and Afaf bit her lip, bracing herself for the worst. In Saudi Arabia, a land where women are eternally at the mercy of their husbands and male family members, a woman’s life is filled with tension. A woman cannot have a close friendship with a male outside her family, otherwise she might be accused of sexual impropriety and then executed. The women always paid the price for men’s folly…

“I am listening, my dear husband, whatever it is, we will face it together,” Afaf heard herself say. What could he be hiding? Afaf wondered. Was Muhammad out there exploring lust balıkesir escort with males? Did he have other women? Was he seeing prostitutes? Did he have a sexually transmitted disease? Did he get fired from the Royal Engineering College of Saudi Arabia, where he was teaching part-time? Had he grown tired of her and was he demanding a divorce? Her lips trembling, Afaf awaited her husband’s words, like a good Saudi Arabian Muslim wife.

“Alright, Afaf, while I was in America I explored lots of sexual activities with different kind of women, including dominant women in the world of BDSM, I discovered that I am submissive, I like being dominated by women, and, well, sometimes, I fantasize about being dominated by you,” Muhammad said sheepishly, and that’s when Afaf’s jaw hit the floor. If lightning had struck the poor young Saudi Arabian Muslim right then and there, it wouldn’t have shocked her more. Afaf looked at Muhammad like he had two heads. She was definitely not expecting that…

“So, you do not care to have an obedient Muslim wife, you want me to be bossy and controlling like those Infidel whores?” Afaf asked, and Muhammad nodded. Afaf fell silent, and looked away. Muhammad shook his head, wishing he had not told her a damn thing. Sometimes, Muhammad wished he could have stayed in America and married Candy Jackson, the Jamaican-born student and part-time dominatrix whom he met while attending UCLA. What a pair Muhammad and Candy would have made. A tall, bronze-skinned and dark-haired, bearded Saudi national and his short, curvy and bossy Jamaican wife…

Candy Jackson had been the one to introduce Muhammad to the world of BDSM and female domination, and his life hadn’t been the same since. Afaf is not like Candy, Muhammad thought. Shaking his head still, Muhammad got up. When Muhammad first met Afaf Al-Harbi, he found her exotically beautiful with her golden brown skin and those curves and that stylish Afro which she hid under her Hijab. He’d always found Black women gorgeous. Unfortunately, while the Black women of America were feisty and strong, Afaf was nothing like them…

“Muhammad, did I give you permission to get up?” Afaf said, and something in her tone and words caused Muhammad to freeze as if someone had hit the pause button in a movie he was starring in. When his eyes met his wife’s, Afaf was smiling slyly and gestured with her little finger. Muhammad smiled nervously, wondering what kind of game Afaf was playing. He was not amused…

“Um, Afaf, what are you doing?” Muhammad asked, and Afaf grinned, and walked up to him, moving in a deliberately sexy manner, a haughty look on her beautiful brown face. Instead of answering her husband, Afaf slapped him hard in the butt, and Muhammad winced. Looking into Afaf’s chestnut eyes, Muhammad saw a dangerous light in there, and his dick hardened swiftly. Grabbing her husband’s erection, Afaf licked her lips.

“Muhammad, it’s high time I showed you who’s the boss around here, this is my house, and everything inside of it is mine, including you, now, come along,” Afaf retorted, and she led Muhammad by the dick, all the way to the bedroom. Once in there, she showed him the true essence of Black female strength, sensuality and domination. Muhammad was lucky he survived the experience…

“Ow, that hurts,” Muhammad whined, and the tall, burly Saudi Arabian engineer found himself on all fours, face down and ass up, as his wife Afaf worked her gloved fist trabzon escort up his asshole while stroking his cock and balls with her other hand. Afaf laughed and stopped stroking her hubby’s jewels for a bit, and smacked his ass, causing him to groan. Little did he know that his pained screams were sweet music to her ears…

“Muhammad, shut up, we both know you love this,” Afaf shouted, and Muhammad whimpered, then fell silent. Truth be told, he was having the time of his life. After sucking his dick and licking his balls until he came, Afaf shocked Muhammad further by draining him of his cum and licking it all up. Afterwards, she straddled him and rode his dick so hard that he thought her pussy was made of velvet-sheathed iron. Yeah, Afaf was a lot freakier than Muhammad could have imagined…

“Yes, Afaf, you’re the boss,” Muhammad grumbled, and Afaf gleefully continued fisting her husband’s asshole. The tough Saudi Arabian brother was like putty in her hands, and she was absolutely loving this experience. Suddenly, Afaf pulled her gloved fist out of Muhammad’s asshole, and he gasped in surprise, turning to look at her, a puzzled look on his face.

“Now you get to eat my ass,” Afaf said, and with that, she got on all fours, and spread her thick ass cheeks wide open. When Muhammad didn’t react fast enough, Afaf clucked her tongue. The Saudi stud got the hint, and brought his handsome mug close to his wife’s big round butt. Inhaling Afaf’s ass funk, Muhammad began to salivate, and slid his tongue into her butt hole. Just like that, he proceeded to eat his wife’s asshole like a hungry man…

“Hmm, I do love this ass,” Muhammad murmured, and he buried his tongue deep inside Afaf’s asshole. Afaf giggled, loving the way Muhammad’s tongue felt inside her asshole. At last, the rather loquacious Saudi stud she married was putting his tongue to good use. Muhammad held Afaf’s ass cheeks open with his strong hands, to give his tongue greater access into her butt hole. To really shine Muhammad on, Afaf let loose a major blast. That’s right, the curvy, big-bottomed, biracial Saudi Muslim wife farted, right on her husband’s face. And like a good husband, Muhammad swallowed that fart like it was nothing…

“Hmm, now I want your dick in my ass, think you can handle that, Muhammad?” Afaf chided her husband, and Muhammad smiled and nodded. After applying some Aveeno cream on Afaf’s puckered asshole, Muhammad pressed his dick against her backdoor and pushed it inside. A sharp squeal escaped Afaf’s full lips as Muhammad’s thick cock entered her asshole. Smacking her big light brown ass with one hand and holding her hip with the other, Muhammad began to fuck Afaf with gusto, just the way she liked it. Nice to go back to tradition after a night of kink…

“Afaf, shut up and give me that fat ass of yours, and twerk while you’re at it,” Muhammad screamed, and Afaf turned around and flashed him a wicked grin, then did as she was told. She began undulating her big ass, grinding it against Muhammad’s groin as he continued fucking her. Afaf moaned and groaned, fingering her wet, hairy pussy as Muhammad’s cock filled her asshole. Her husband worked her over until she came, shrieking in orgasmic delight…

“Hmm, today was definitely a day for discoveries, to many more days like this one, hubby dearest,” Afaf said to Muhammad, a few hours later, as they lay in bed. Muhammad smiled and took Afaf’s hand, then brought it to his lips. The twenty-something Saudi Arabian engineer was smiling from ear to ear. The day had gone better than expected, and he thanked his lucky stars to have a woman like Afaf as his wife. He was still grinning when Afaf let loose a loud, wet fart, and then went to sleep. Welcome to the realities of married life, Muhammad told himself, trying not to suffocate while trying to sleep.