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

“Help!” Jasper wrote me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, too,” Jasper was curious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

My name is Emily. I’m a gross person.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not hungry?” Kat asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You all right, Emily?” Kat asked.

“Yeah,” I grunted. “No worries.”

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

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

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

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

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

I carefully relaxed my sphincter…

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

No! No! I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I lowered my face, mortified.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Emily?” Kat asked.

I started barfing on the sidewalk.

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled.

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

“Can you walk?” I asked.

She nodded. “Let’s just go.”

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

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

“I’m so embarrassed,” she sniffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mrrr,” she groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

I was gone less than fifteen minutes.

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

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

I needed to fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not leaving.”

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

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

“Is that good?” I managed to ask.

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

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

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

I laughed softly. “Probably not.”

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” I breathed.

“I’ll just sleep till I feel better…”

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

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

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

But my body needed to fuck.

Carefully, I began to grind against her butt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, Emily began to fart in her sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I froze.

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

“Sorry,” I finally said.

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

I emerged pale and shaking from the bathroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK, show me what you’ve got.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can do the make up here then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like these better,” Pam said excitedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why ‘d you do that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh…Don’t stop!” Dana whispered.

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

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

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

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

“Mmmmmmmm,” Pam moaned.

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

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

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

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

“If we must,” she sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Harold, his name is Harold.”

“Okay, Harold, what is the big deal?”

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you fasten them?”

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

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

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

“And then what do I do to him?”

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

“And for this little circus…”

“He will pay five hundred plus tip”

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

“Plus tip.”

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

“Okay, but you owe me one.”

“Yes, yes, thank you Sandra.”

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

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

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

“Yeah Eddie, Julia filled me in.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes it is Harold,” he replied nervously.

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

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

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

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

“But it’s not the same.”

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

“But she always…”

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

“But…”

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

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

Sandra nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no, I’ll watch.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hereby challenge you to a pissing contest.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marcy nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” whispered Marcy.

“Then stop struggling.”

“Yes, sir,” Marcy said meekly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gloria Reluctantly Submits to More Changes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, doc!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Transformation Party

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 1, The Bet

Sarah and Jack

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

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

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

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

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

Friday Night: The Actual Bet

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure? I asked lamely”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want to bet, buddy?”

Now I was really stupid.

“You got a bet Sarah!”

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

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

“You’re on!”

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

Nail Bet Between Jack and Sarah

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

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

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

“Hey, what is that for?” I asked.

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

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

“Hey, don’t leave me like this!”

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

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

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

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

“Now to put on your nails!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Beg me!”

“What.”

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

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

“Please let me cum Sarah!?” I begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about me?” I begged.

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

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

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

“There, all done!”

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

“Well Jack, what do you think?”

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

His car rolled to a halt outside her Sussex barn conversion house. It certainly lived up to his expectations with a welcoming light streaming from the windows. They had not met before but had shared a lot of their fantasies via email and he was hoping that this would be a first date to remember.

She answered the door and he stood for a moment taking in her appearance. He had seen pictures on the dating site and a few more revealing ones they had shared via email, but reality was far better. Her waistline was tight and her blouse a little too tight and cut a little low, revealing a fantastic cleavage. He leant over and kissed her tenderly on the lips before pulling out the bunch of flowers from behind his back and proffering the bottle of champagne. She took his hand and led him inside.

Over dinner they re-lived their email sharing of fantasies and flirted outrageously with each other. Over dessert he felt her stocking clad foot run slowly up his leg and begin to massage his rock solid erection through the material of his trousers. After dinner they sat on the couch and their conversation turned back to sex and their deepest desires. He gently stroked her face while her hand rubbed the inside of his thigh. The champagne and flirting continued to flow as the evening progressed.

Having finished the first bottle of bubbly he went to the kitchen to fetch another bottle. When he returned he found that she had removed her outer clothes and was coquettishly languishing on the couch in just a lace bra, miniscule briefs, a suspender belt and sheer stockings. He stopped and drank in the sight for a minute or two, self-conscious that his erection was straining against his trousers. He snapped back to reality and squeezed off the cork from the champagne bottle Nallıhan Escort before, impishly, asking “May I fill you up?”

After filling her glass he leant over her on the couch and kissed her deeply on the lips, his right hand cupping her breast, the thumb rubbing her erect nipple through the material of her bra. He felt her hands tear at his belt and then his trousers; soon they were round his ankles, and as he stepped out of them he felt her hands ease his erection out from his tight briefs. He reach behind her an unclasped her bra, taking time to drink in the view of her breasts tumbling out of their tight constraint. Both his hands jumped to her breasts, rubbing the rock hard nipples which stood out from their soft surface.

She began to rub her hands along his erection taking it in her fist from the top to the base of the shaft, with the second hand starting at the tip as the first left the shaft. The continual pressure on his erection soon built up to the point where he knew he would cum shortly. He stopped kissing her and leant back, she drew his erection onto her breasts, engulfing it in her cleavage. The feeling was intense and he soon erupted string upon string of hot cum onto her breasts. She stopped rubbing his erection and reached up taking his head in her hands. She guided his face down towards her cum drenched breasts. He happily began to nurse her breasts and nipples, licking up his still warm cum. The taste was divine and from the noises she was making he knew she enjoyed the feeling too. It didn’t take long for his erection to return and as he cleaned the final vestiges of cum from her breasts she stood up from the sofa and, holding on to his erection, led him into the bedroom.

They stood at the Nallıhan Escort Bayan foot of the bed while she removed his cum stained shirt leaving him naked and her own panties leaving just the stockings and suspenders. He felt her hands on his chest before a quick shove meant he fell back onto the bed. She straddled him, her sopping wet pussy rubbing its shaven lips along his still erect shaft. She reached under the pillows and removed two silk scarves. She expertly tethered his hands to the bedstead. Her demeanour turned even flirtatious as she teased his erection with her wet pussy lips. He squirmed as he tried to enter her but she kept just outside his thrusts. Finally she relented and he entered her in a single, solid thrust. Lost in the moment she began to ride him heavily, taking his erection into her in long, deep thrusts. Her hands lewdly groped her own breasts. She felt him begin to tremble as his second orgasm of the night began to build. Suddenly she withdrew his erection from her pussy, and in a single movement impaled her tight rose bud on his well lubricated shaft. The feeling for him was one of immense tightness. She began to ride him faster and faster he hands now buried between her own legs furiously beating her engorge clitoris. She screamed as her own orgasm rushed through her body. Her involuntary muscle contractions grabbed his erection buried deep in her warm ass and caused him to explode thick globs of cum deep inside her.

She collapsed onto his chest and they kissed, his erection plopping out of her well fucked ass. After a few minutes of kissing he saw a flicker of naughtiness pass through her eyes. She sat up and reversed her straddle on him. Leaning down she began to nurse his now limp erection in Escort Nallıhan her mouth. This also positioned her wrecked rose bud by his face and he began to lap up the trickle of sperm which had begun to trickle out from it. Again she obviously enjoyed this as her nursing of his erection became more intense and he felt it stiffen again in her mouth. He also felt her hand push between them until it, once again, found her clit which she began to bang furiously. It didn’t take log until she exploded into another orgasm which sent a final shower of sperm from her ass into his mouth.

Following her orgasm she rolled off him and turned round. Releasing his arms from the scarves they fell into each others arms, her hands still gently rubbing his erection, keeping it stiff. He fell asleep to the feeling of his erection being caressed by a beautiful woman.

He awoke with a start as he felt something cold press against his ass. His eyes snapped open and he smiled as he saw that she had strapped on a long, thin latex cock and was attempting to slide it into his ass. She gave his balls a sharp squeeze and pushed the latex cock firmly at the same time. He felt the strap-on plop past his tight rose bud and fill his ass. She began to get into her stride of thrusts while her hands ran down the length of his now re-erect penis. The pressure of the strap-on against her clitoris soon meant she was screaming in lust as she fucked his ass harder and harder and rubbed his erection faster and fast. With the pressure on his prostate it didn’t take long until he shot stream upon stream of cum over her hands and his belly. Lost in the moment she scooped handfuls of his cum and began to furiously rub her breasts. He watched in awe as his ass was fucked by this beautiful woman, thrusting her hips and rubbing his cum into her magnificent breasts. She finally shuddered into a screaming orgasm and collapsed onto him, smearing them both with his cum. Her “cock” fell out of his ass and she pulled herself up his body. They kissed and he whispered into her ear “not bad for a first date….”

“Hell’s bells Holly, why would your supreme commander call us all the way out here to see her?”

A pothole taken at high speed sent a jolt through the car. “Watch the road, dummy. I don’t know, Ben. Several things come to mind, but this is the first time she’s asked me to bring you. Probably shouldn’t jump to conclusions.”

Father Ben and Sister Holly were driving through the rolling hills of northwestern Iowa to the world headquarters of Holly’s monastic confederation. It was a warm July day: sunny, with wispy clouds overhead, and a gentle breeze from the South. They passed several pastures on the way, where cows lazily grazed. Ben looked at his clock: “Four thirty in the afternoon. At least coming to the country is easier than going our way. Every time we drive back to the monastery I have Chicago rush hour to cope with. One advantage of working at a mausoleum in the middle of nowhere: no traffic worries.”

Sister Holly looked blithely out the window at the passing grassland. “Yeah, that’s what I hate about long journeys to Chicago. I spent my novitiate out here, so it brings back pleasant memories.”

“What about the Mother General? I’ve never met her.”

“Stacy’s unlike a lot of superiors: she worked for a living before taking the vow. Has a reputation for shooting from the hip and getting what she wants. If she’s mad at you, you’re in trouble and if she’s nice, you’re in more trouble. I think she wants something from you, so she’ll be gracious, at least from the beginning.”

“OK. We seem to be here.”

They pulled down a long drive ending with a massive school building from the 1920s. Trees lined their route, and a few cars were parked in the lot nearby. “Infirmary staff,” Holly interjected, “here to take care of the invalids. A couple of groundskeepers, a couple of cooks, housekeepers.”

“Just like my abbey. Used to do it all ourselves back in the day.”

“As did we all, I’ve heard the stories. Don’t know how soon we’ll see Stacy, they’ll be starting Evening Prayer right about now, then Happy Hour before dinner. We’ll have time to get settled and pick up the gossip before she gets to us, probably.”

After climbing a wide stairway to the front door, they were greeted by an elderly nun in a mechanized wheel chair. “Mother Immaculata, Abbot Johnson, a pleasure to see you both. We are honored by your presence. The Mother General has been anxious to see you, so please go to her office after dropping your bags off in your rooms. You’re in the Perpetua and Felicity suites.”

Ben and Holly gave each other a double take, then turned back to the guestmaster. Holly smiled and said, “Thank you, Sister Mary Martha. See you at supper.”

“Oh, I think not tonight. You’ll be dining in her quarters, or going out. Until tomorrow.”

As they walked down the wide hallway, their shoes clanging with every step, Holly caught Ben’s eye and whispered in his ear. “They’re giving us the VIP rooms right next to Stacy’s. She rarely shares a meal in her quarters with anyone less than a bishop. I’m worried.”

He patted her shoulder. “Don’t be. If nothing else, we can run away to Canada tomorrow if we’re in too much trouble.” She punched him in the arm and they continued their errand. The high, thin reedy voices of elderly nuns singing Evening Prayer wafted through the halls, and a bird call occasionally floated by from outside.

Mother General Stacy was a tall woman built like a linebacker, and she towered over both of them. Her habit was simple, like Sister Mary Martha’s and Holly’s, with a huge rosary circling her ample waist. She greeted them in the hallway with a smile, giving Father Ben a firm handshake and Sister Holly a hug. “Holly, wonderful to see you again, thanks for coming so quickly. I apologize for calling you here so urgently. Abbot Benjamin Johnson, OSB, a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard great things about you, and look forward to our discussion.” Coming to her door, she turned over a DO NOT DISTURB sign, and ushered them in.

Her office was huge, dominated by a massive desk in front of an alcove with three gigantic stained glass windows depicting the Trinity. A small area to the side held a couch, small table and a lounger, next to a sizable bar. The opposite wall was full of filing cabinets beneath an oversized portrait of Jesus walking on the water. Overhead was a crystal chandelier, and around the ceiling was a series of empty hooks. Beckoning to the couch, she invited them to sit and offered them drinks.

As they settled back with martinis, Stacy’s face grew very grim. “I’ve heard a report about you, Holly, very serious. It says you’re having an affair.”

Holly looked at Ben and then back to her superior. “No, I don’t think so. Abbot Johnson will witness to that when I release him from the seal of Confession. Apart from him, the only men I see on a regular basis are our groundskeepers, who are both happily married. There’s no one I can have an affair with.”

“How about a woman?”

“No thank, you, I’m not like that. Nothing wrong with lesbians, and there are some Kızılcahamam Escort in my convent, but I give them the same respect and compassion I give everyone. But never been my cup of tea.”

Mother Stacy turned to the priest. “What about you, Abbot? You’re the one named as her lover.”

“I’ll admit I was Holly’s lover before we came to religious life, but my visits to the convent on Saturday evenings are only about pastoral care.”

“And your interaction is purely spiritual? What about going to her quarters after confessions?”

“We are old friends, and we chat. It’s not like we have a lot of secrets from each other.”

“I should imagine not. Since you were lovers, I imagine you know what each other looks like naked, so it’s not curiosity. Did you ever spank each other?”

Ben started to squirm a little and Stacy got more interested. Holly interjected, “I practice mortification, Mother General. I’m sure if there were any slapping sounds coming from my quarters, it would come from that.”

“Mortification? Sounds interesting, tell me more.” The expression on the older woman’s face became more animated.

“I apply the discipline,” Ben said, “taking care that it is not extreme and only for spiritual benefit.”

A little saliva escaped from Stacy’s mouth, her hands went to her waistline. “Bare handed, or do you use a flogger?” The other two looked at each other surprised at the old woman’s reaction. “You use some kind of flogger or instrument of discipline. That’s the tradition. Is it butt spanking, or something more?”

“Really, Stacy. That’s none of your business.”

The older nun relaxed and leaned back. “Of course it isn’t, but I know enough. Someone planted a camera in your rooms, Holly. The video was most delightful. Don’t worry about the little girl who put it there, I’m moving her out here next week where she can’t cause trouble. In the meantime there’s something I’m interested in getting from you, Ben. Would you like to know what that is?”

Ben gulped. “Yes, I would.”

Stacy stood up. “Now Holly, I’m interested in living and letting live; you’re not doing anything truly awful and you’re generally discreet. You’re the sincere type, so even though you and Ben have probably theologized around what you’re doing, you’re not letting this affect the rest of your life. I doubt if anyone besides little Elizabeth knows what’s going on. But I’m a little different, as you know, Holly.” She stood up and walked around her desk, sitting close to them with one foot on the floor. With a matter of face voice she stated, “I want you deal me into some of this action.”

“What?” Holly looked around confused.

“I want you share this big beautiful cock with me. It’s been a decade and half since I’ve had a good fucking.” Holding up a tablet, she started the stolen video, where Ben was whipping Holly’s breasts, then leaning over to suck them. “I was a legal secretary before coming here, I know all the tricks. I know how to gather evidence and use influence. In another year or two, Bishop Bertie’s going to be retirement age, and I can get your name on the terna of bishop candidates going to Rome, and make sure the other two are unacceptable. I’ve been looked for a successor for a while, and I think you’re the girl for it, Holly. It’s simple, give me what I want and you move up the ladder.”

There was a long silence, broken by a grand old clock ticking away from a corner. “And if not?” Holly whispered.

“Oh, I don’t think there’ll be much. You’ll have to deal with me for a while, then someone else as Mother General, perhaps someone you have a quarrelsome history with. Don’t think I can do much to the Abbot, although I’ve got contacts in Rome. Maybe the next visitation from the Congregation of Religious will be at an hour you do not expect, and someone less than friendly will be at your door. All I want is some extreme, discreet, dirty fun and I want you to help me get it. Is that too much to ask?”

Ben and Holly looked at each other and shrugged. “Guess not,” Ben said. “What can I do for you?”

Stacy broke into a huge grin and took a hop step to her feet. “Oh I want you to do what you do to Holly, and a little bit more. My mind has so many ideas.” Her hands untied the rosary around her waist and she unbuttoned her habit. “I’ve got some jacks in my drawer, a bungee cord, a pair of handcuffs…but first Holly, I’d like to see your weekly penance. Let me watch him in action, only don’t suck him when you’re done.”

Undressed, the Mother General had enormous breasts that hung below her waist, almost grotesque in shape and size. Otherwise she wasn’t terribly heavy for her height, and her porcelain skin was a bit wrinkled. Ben gasped as she got naked so casually, his jaw dropping. Holly was looking away, with her hand under her mouth, trying to control herself. “My goodness. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

The older woman cupped her huge churns and wiggled them at him with a cheesy smile on her face. “They’ve gotten me everything I ever wanted Kızılcahamam Escort Bayan from the Magisterium. Cardinal Tommasso had a heart attack when he first saw them; he gave us a great report on our visitation. Luigi will give me anything I want for another look, thanks to Skype, so don’t worry: I can deliver. Why don’t you kneel on the kneeler, Holly, and pull your dress up? Yeah, tuck it under your belt. Nice butt, Sister, I can see where your magic comes from. Pity you’ve been such a naughty girl, hasn’t she Reverend Abbot?”

“Definitely,” Ben said. “We might have to do something about that.” He shrugged his shoulders at his friend, who gave him a wan smile before stepping over to do what they wanted. “Here we go.”

The first whack on Holly’s butt made her wince and her superior’s eyes glow. Ben’s practiced hand went up and down, turning the white flesh from pink to red evenly. He went through 3 sets of 12 without effort. Stacy moved over to get a good angle to watch, and as Ben worked her right hand snuck down to her snatch where it started rubbing her bud.

Two little clear streams ran down the sides of Holly’s face, while Ben was rather impassive as he dealt the discipline. His hand went to his crotch, but the old nun’s voice growled, “No, don’t take your dick out yet. Let him wait, let him burst his chamber on his own. I want him to be nice and juicy for his entrance.” Looking over at the older woman, he grimaced and stung her half-dollar sized left nipple with his leather. “Who said you could do that?” she warbled.

“Ouch, didn’t expect that one, did you? There may be more surprises.” He held the flogger in his palm, waiting, looking at her as his prime targe.

Her mouth pouted for a moment, a quick smile sneaking in for a moment, then turned to indignation. “Hey dummy, I’m like you: I’m a superior and I’m not used to asking anybody’s permission to do anything. If I want to finger myself while you do that, I will. This is my house and my party.”

He whacked her mounds twice, making her mew with pain. “All right, but there’ll be a price to pay. I’m tempted to give you Holly’s penance right now unless you give me something else.”

“All right. Left me stroke myself while you whip her tits and you can tie up my boobs while you flog my butt.”

“I think you need to pay homage to my manly staff of authority first.”

A wicked smirk creased her face. “I thought you’d never ask.” Bending over at the waist, she undid the front of his cassock and coaxed his serpent out of its lair. “Hello, my friend. You look delicious.” Slipping her dentures out, she engulfed his meat slowly, working her way down the shaft until it disappeared completely in her eager mouth. Ben wobbled on his feet, and Holly smiled a little, letting her skirt return to cover her tortured backside.

After a moment, he started pumping his cock hard in and out of her mouth, and she murmured with delight. Experimentally, he reached over to whack her ass with his whip, and got a moan of approval.

Holly stayed at her position, kneeling, opening her white blouse to reveal her breasts. Reaching around, she undid the clasp and let the bra fall down inside her garment. After a couple of moments, she cleared her throat. “I think we need to proceed to something else, Ben. I know you’re having fun right now, but you’ve still got to fuck her and it’ll probably be a miracle for you to cum twice in one night.”

Ben signed and pulled his dick out of the older nun’s mouth.

Putting the whip down, he pulled Holly’s long woolen belt out and started trying it around her breasts. “You would be right about this. Sorry I can’t do you for old time’s sake, but you’re still having periods and we shouldn’t get you pregnant. I think Stacy needs to do a little penance while we’re doing this. Got any ideas?”

“She mentioned jacks,” Holly said with a devilish grin on her face. “Maybe spread a few out on the desk and let her park her boobs on them while you flog mine. Maybe give her another shot or two if she mouths off again.”

The drawer opened, and the toys came out on the blotter. Stacy was smiling, “Great minds, Holly. No reason you should have all the fun. No, keep your cassock on and take you cock out while you do this, Ben. I like the way that looks. Pop a couple under her little boobies, too, let her feel what I’m feeling”

Ben rewarded the old sister with a couple of whacks on the nipples after he put the jacks in place for both women. Then he turned to his friend and methodically started to turn her white tits pink. Stacy’s tongue was hanging out of her mouth as she watched, her eyes aglow. “Oh that’s nice, Benny boy, nice. How sweet, that practiced look of indifference, Holly dear. Make it hurt a little more. Make those boobies jump.”

He turned around and laid a few red marks on Stacy’s boobs, making them jiggle on the desk. She blew him a kiss, which he returned with another irritated grimace. As he finished her work, he heard a lighter snap on and off behind him. Turning, Escort Kızılcahamam he saw Stacy holding a medium sized white candle. “I think you need to put this in her mouth, Benny. The wax will drip and she’ll move it around. The effect will be beautiful.

Doing as the superior asked, he gave his friend a look which startled her. Holly almost forgot to bit down hard enough to hold the waxy intruder between her lips. He turned and said, “I hate being called Benny, my aunt Mavis used to call me that and she was the worst bitch I ever knew. It’s fine playing these games with you, Stacy, but ‘Benny’ has to stop.”

The wrinkled face gave him a saucy wink. “Sure, Benny. Anything you say. Look how that wax is dripping down on her skin, it’s it lovely?”

Throwing down the whip, he bounded over beside the old woman to grab her nipples down to the areolas tightly between his thumbs and the knuckle for his first fingers. Pulling her to her feet, he started into her eyes manically. She looked back in defiance, welcoming the stare down, her eyes looking down her nose at him, commanding his submission. His grip stayed firm as he started twisting her nubs, and she resisted showing any pain at all.

This went on for several long moments as the old clock in the corner ticked in the silent room. Ben’s yellow flecked brown eyes glared into Stacy’s impassive greys as they contended. Sweat started appearing on his brow, while the crow’s feet on her face started to intensify and grow. Pain began to creep in and tears oozed gently from the corners. He twisted the captive flesh again, suddenly, which brought out a muffled yelp. Holly hummed in approval around the candle, moving it from side to side so the wax dripped in different places on her pink breasts, leaving dots of white. A low growling came from Stacy’s throat, and she took a step to the side for a moment.

He was impassive, keeping his iron grasp, and the brown flesh was turning from angry red to light purple as they continued in captivity. She stomped again twice, and her head went down for a moment as she whimpered with her mouth closed. The look in his eyes was cold in contrast to the sweat beginning to stream down his face. A jack fell on the floor, letting go of the underside of her melon after being imprinted into it, then another. Holly started moving back and forth quicker and quicker as the heat built on her tormented skin and the wax was starting to reach her nipples: she gave a short, high shriek as the hot liquid reached that goal for the first time.

The old woman’s breathing got faster and faster, until she let out a huge scream and fell to her knees, painfully pulling her tits free from her master, and her head sank down, sobbing. Ben let her for a moment before turning to take the candle out of Holly’s mouth. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

They stood in tableau a few moments, Stacy still sobbing and cradling her nipples. Ben untied Holly’s breasts, making her cry out as the blood returned to them. His cock was at firm attention, and Holly stroked it a little in gratitude. “What now?” the younger woman said.

“I think it’s time we gave Stacy what she wants. Now that we have our relationships in right order.”

“Any ideas?”

Ben looked around the office, picking through the old woman’s discarded habit, and examined the rosary she wore around her waist. “Are these gemstones? They seem a little rough.”

Stacy murmured, “They’re birthstones of all the Mothers General from the beginning up to me. The white ones halfway through will be replaced as more women serve in this office. Does it give you ideas?”

Holly looked at him, and he looked back at her. “I think so,” he said.”What if I tied your breasts up with it?”

Stacy sighed. “You might break it. I couldn’t bear that.”

“I’ll be careful. Your turn to kneel.”

The superior got on the kneeler, putting her hands behind her back timidly. Holly took her belt and tied her superior’s wrists together, discarding her own habit to let her abused skin breathe. A touch, and the fat thighs spread apart, with the nun’s steel grey pubic hair glistening with her lower lips. Ben spread them a little bit, poking the tip of a finger in, then gathered up the long strand. “These little stones should dig into your skin nicely, just like the jacks. Any ideas how I should do this Holly?”

“Don’t break it, I may need it someday. But it needs to be tight. Make it as tight as you can.”

Ben went about his work, wrapping the metal cord around Stacy’s churns as tightly as possible, after getting the full length around, he fished out a rosary from his pocket and one from Holly’s bag. Winding them into the larger one, he encircled each breast all the way out to the nipple. Standing back from his work, he put his hand to his chin, thinking. “We need a little more, I’m not sure they’re going to stay there. Do you have any big paper clips in your desk drawer?”

Silently, she nodded; Holly pulled out two large ones. He took them used them to pin the ends to her nipples, pulling as much brown flesh into their grasp as he could fit. Stacy hooted with agony as he affixed them, then pulled out her phone to take a selfie. Ben got a picture as well, which made Stacy look at him with disdain. “All right, big boy, you’ve taken away my edge. I guess to keep you quiet I need to do whatever you tell me. What’s first?”

I met my wife in the spring so the night air was very comfortable. She was nearly a virgin only having had sex a couple of times. I on the other hand was pretty experienced being a partying, fairly good looking bachelor. We met up a lot after the night I met her. We would sit and talk, go out to eat, go out and get drunk, and other things of this nature.

After a few weeks of this dating we decided we were ready to start having sex. I was a freak, a NASTY freak. There’s nothing with a woman I wouldn’t do sexually. She on the other hand had never heard of the stuff I wanted to do so I didn’t want to pull my tricks out of the bag just yet and risk scaring her off. I really liked this girl and had never met anyone so interesting yet so beautiful before. I new she was THE ONE.

We had pretty ordinary sex at first but this was satisfying enough at the time because she was so new. She was a super good dick rider too! She would occasionally let me slip a finger or two in her anus if she was drunk.

This went on for a little while and one day I decided that instead of my fingers, I would stick my tongue in her ass. She loved the feeling I could tell. I asked her how she liked it and being so reserved she replied “It was ok.”

A couple weeks later I tried to have full blown anal sex with her. That didn’t work. Of all my fetishes and fantasies, anal sex was my favorite. This was very disappointing. I tried over and over numerous times. She even let me stick it in one night.

I have a rather large penis that many guys would envy. It’s about average length but let’s just say the girth can please a woman very well. Her tight little pucker doesn’t want to accept something with my girth.

I have learned to deal with and adjust to her not being able to do it. Maybe one day she will but if not that’s ok too. I have found a few fetishes to replace it.

We went to a local porn shop and was looking around for some fun stuff to do. As we were in the dildo section we came across the strap-ons. She looked at me and said “If I can do you in the butt with this, I’ll let you do me in mine.” I immediately took it off the rack and went to the counter and purchased it.

When we got home she came to me with her makeup bag and said she was gonna put some on me. I didn’t take long rejecting that idea. She proceeded to tell me how much she would enjoy doing this and I thought to myself ” What the hell, I’m in the privacy of my own home and it would make her happy” so I sat down in the chair.

As she started to put the makeup on my face I got a

raging hard-on. But how was this happening? I was not gay nor was I a drag queen but this was actually turning me on. She finished up the makeup and told me to sit there that she would be right back.

She went into the storage room and came back out with a wig that she had used for a costume a couple years back. She put the wig on me and said “Oh my God baby you’re beautiful!” I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She was right I was HOT! I wanted to take myself down and fuck me right there in the bathroom floor!

As I was in the bathroom admiring myself in the mirror, she went into the bedroom and prepared my outfit. When she opened the door to the bedroom to my surprise she had a

whole outfit put together. She asked me why a woman was

wearing a mans clothes referring to me. She came and took

the clothes off of me.

First she handed me a tiny g-string. I put it on and as the string went into the crack of my ass my now flaccid penis jumped back to attention. It didn’t look very feminine sticking out of the top of my panties but it would just have to be overlooked.

Next she handed me a brand new DD sized bra that she told me she bought because she had planned this night for awhile. It made me feel good that I was fulfilling her fantasy and being turned on myself in the process. I put on the bra and we stuffed it with a couple water balloons.

The next thing she did seemed kind of odd to me but what the hell I was already into it this far. She had me sit on the edge of the tub as she shaved my legs and arms. When she was finished I felt my legs and they were silky smooth.

We went back into the bedroom and she handed me a pair of tan pantyhose to put on. I put them on and went and looked in the mirror. I had one really sexy pair of legs! Seeing them made me hot all over again!

She pushed me back on the bed and started rubbing my dick and balls. She asked me if I liked it when she rubbed my pussy. I replied “Yes, it’s feels good through my panties.” I had a wet spot at the top of my panties and she said “Aww baby you’re getting wet!”

She then got up and went to the closet and pulled out a sack. Out of that sack she took a very sexy women’s black shirt Mamak Escort and a black mini skirt. I put on the women’s clothes and walked around the bedroom for her. She asked “You don’t think you’re done do you?” She then walked over and fitted me with a rhinestone necklace and a pair of shiny rhinestone clip-on earrings.

She then went and got a pair of high heels out of the closet and I put them on. I walked around the house in that stuff for a bit then asked her if she was satisfied. She said “No!” and grabbed her keys.

My heart was racing and butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as I wondered where we were going. We got in the car and she blindfolded me. I asked her where we were going and she replied with “Now if I wanted you to know I wouldn’t have blindfolded you!”

She told me that for tonight she was a lesbian and I was her girlfriend. That sounded good to me so I reached down and took her by the hand. I heard her say “Oh no!” I then asked “What?” She told me she forgot to paint my fingernails. We went to the department store and she let me take off my blindfold to go in.

As we went inside, we were greeted with “Hello ladies!” This was fairly comforting as I then knew no one would figure me out. We walked over to cosmetics and she picked up some fake nails. She handed them to me and said “Here you go baby. I’ll see you at the car!” smiled and walked off.

I went to the checkout with those fake nails and the cashier told me she liked my shirt and wondered where I got it. I used a very feminine voice and said “Oh I don’t know my

girlfriend got it for me.” She gave me a really funny look.

As I walked out of the store, my parents walked in. My panties were almost soiled at that moment. I walked past them like I didn’t even know them. They didn’t know they knew me either.

I got back to the car and my wife now girlfriend Morgan glued them onto my fingernails. They were very pretty French

tips with little rhinestones embedded into them.

Morgan put the blindfold back on me and took my hand

again. We then headed to where she was going. There were thousands of places running through my head as I wondered where she was going.

She started talking to me about girl stuff like flowers and things about herself that she was not comfortable with. I played along and talked about the same. Then it suddenly hit me. I suddenly realized what this was all about. She wanted me to see things from her point of view and to experience what she goes through on a day to day basis. Her life was put into a perspective for me that I was never able to see from a husband/boyfriend point of view.

The car came to a stop and we were there. Morgan reached over and took the blindfold off of me and the place was revealed. We were at a nightclub. We went in the door and the bouncer checked my ID. He didn’t want to let me in until I pulled my wig up a little and showed him that I was really a male. That was kind of uncomfortable because he was the first person other than Morgan to know that I was really a man.

We went to the bar and Morgan placed the order. She didn’t order my usual beer or whiskey and soda. She ordered me a Tom Collins. She said I had to drink feminine drinks all night.

She took me to the dance floor and taught me how to shake my ass. We danced for awhile like a couple of horny chicks that were scared of getting laid but had each other. Then she had to go to the bathroom. Oh boy. . .here I was in this bar with all these horny college guys. . .ALONE!!

I headed for the bar to buy myself another drink. I placed my order and the guy next to me paid for it. I thought to myself “Here we go.” I tried to walk off and he followed me. I stopped in a corner next to the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted to dance.

I was about to turn him down when Morgan walked out of the restroom. She walked up and said “Hey baby!” and kissed me on the lips. I wish I had taken a picture of this guys face.

I thought to myself “Thank God!! I’m saved!” The guy asked Morgan if I could dance with him. She replied “Sure! Why not? She’s going home with me anyways.” At that moment I felt betrayed, deserted, as if I was being punished for something quite despicable. I tried to refuse but she would not accept refusal!

The guy took me out on the dance floor and started dancing with me. I danced with him facing him and would not turn around. He said “My name is David.” I replied with “I don’t care!”

We danced a little longer without saying a word. I was about to make it through this ordeal with only a scratch. Then. . .he turned me around. I danced with my back to him to thinking “Ah, better. Now I don’t have to look at him.”

All of the sudden the worst happened. I felt his hands nudging Mamak Escort Bayan me to bend over. I looked at Morgan as she was watching intently. She gave me a look like “You better!” I bent over and started shaking my ass like a horny female who was no longer afraid to get laid.

He started rubbing my ass and grinding on me. I could

feel his repulsive, hard little prick moving up and down the crack of my ass. As I was now mad at Morgan for doing this to me, I thought “Fuck it, I’ll show her!”

The song ended and I turned around and started making out with this guy. I looked over and smiled at her as she looked in astonishment. I then proceeded to whisper in David’s ear, “I want you to feel my pussy. It’s so wet right

now.”

He put his hands under my skirt and grabbed what he thought would be a hot, wet, handful of pussy. But yep. . .there they were two sweaty balls and a handful of cock. Again I wish I had a picture of this guys face at that moment. He ran out of the bar so fast that he knocked over two tables and three barstools on the way. At last, some excitment for

me!

I walked back over to Morgan and calmed her down as she was still laughing hysterically. We went and ordered more drinks. This time she got me a cranberry and vodka. A little better than that weak Tom Collins she got me earlier.

I had to pee. I started walking towards the men’s room and she quickly grabbed me and turned me around. “Oh yeah.” I said as we headed towards the ladies room. I was a bit nervous walking in because if I was discovered I would probably go to jail.

I went into the stall and sat down on the toilet with my dick tucked between my legs and peed like a lady. As I sat on the toilet, I could hear the conversations in the bathroom. I had always wondered what they talked about while they were in there and why they always had to go together.

They talked about everything you can think of. From types of tampons to what guy they were going to fuck that night. All their secrets of the restroom were uncovered at that moment.

I finished peeing and we left the lady’s room. We sat down at a table in the back and made out. When I opened my eyes there was a group of guys standing around us taking pictures. I played along and proceeded to fondle Morgan for the cameras.

We finished our drinks and by this time were pretty tipsy.

We decided to leave the club and go back home. On the way hom she told me how excited she was to see me kiss a guy and I told her to never expect for it to happen again. She dropped the subject.

When we arrived back at home she put more lipstick on me and proceeded to take off her clothes. She got completely naked and laid on the bed and started fingering herself. This was very exciting and made me get rock hard in a matter of seconds.

After fingering herself for a little bit, she told me to unpack the strap-on we bought earlier. I unpacked it and gave it to her. She pulled the dong off the strap and starting fucking herself with it. She made me fuck her with it too as I licked her clit. Pretty soon she climaxed to an explosive orgasm soaking my pretty face and beautiful blonde hair.

After she climaxed Morgan put the dong back on the strap and put the strap-on on. She instructed me to take off my pantyhose but nothing else. So I took them off and put my heels back on.

Morgan then told me to get on all fours and put my face into the pillow. I did as she asked. Then to my surprise Morgan lifted my skirt and hit me across the ass with a belt! “Ouch!” I yelled. She said “Don’t flinch or move or I’ll hit you harder!” She said “This is for what you did too that guy at the bar!” as she hit me again. “BAD GIRL!” as she beat me with that belt until I cried and my ass was solid bloodshot.

She put the belt down and rubbed my ass till it stopped stinging. What I felt next was amazing! She pulled my g-string to the side and started licking my asshole as if she was eating a pussy saying “You like it when I eat your pussy don’t you!” She was running her tongue around the outside round and round in circles. Then she started running her tongue in and out of it.

As I she was licking my ass I started to think about all the progress I’ve made with her. I have so far taken her from a reserved semi-prude to an ass-licking freak! My plan was working.

She got the lube and soaked my “pussy” in it. She slid one finger in my ass and asked me how I like it when she rubbed my g-spot as she massaged my prostate. It felt REALLY good!

Soon she got up on her knees and slipped the head of her dick into my pussy. “Easy girl.” I said as she slid it in farther and farther. Wasn’t long before I felt her rubber nutsack touch mine. She started to fuck me slowly and I was Escort Mamak in pure ecstasy. “Harder!” I exclaimed.

There I was, broke over like a double-barreled shotgun during rabbit season screaming “HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!” as she was shoving this 12 inch dong 14 inches deep in my ass. It felt so good. I had always imagined that it would hurt but only a little at first.

She pulled the dick out of my pussy and went and sat in a chair and told me she wanted a lap dance. I got up and started to walk over there when I noticed my panties were wet. I had leaked in them ALOT!

I sat in her lap inserting her cock in my pussy as I sat

down. She reached over and turned on some music as I fucked her rubber dick til my legs gave out.

We went back into the bedroom and she laid me down on

my back and put my knees up on her shoulders. She put the dick back in my ass pushing it in at an angle so that it hit my prostate with every thrust. I didn’t last very long in that position. She was fucking me so hard and I just couldn’t hold on any longer. I came with force that I had never felt before. The orgasm was the best I had ever had. It seemed to last well over a minute.

She pulled the cock out of my ass and took my g-string off. She used it to wipe up the mess I had made. When she was done she shoved the panties soaked it the hot, fresh squeezed load into my mouth. I liked the taste which sparked the next fetish.

The next night during sex she told me how much it turned her on when I sucked the cum out of the panties the previous night and asked me if tonight I would lick up the mess I make.

Still very turned on from the activities the night before we had hours of very deep and passionate sex. She was able to achieve multiple orgasms over and over again. Finally I came to orgasm. I pulled out and let it shoot out all over her titties and stomach. Then I went down and licked up every drop!

We both went to bed very satisfied!

This went on for a couple of months with me eating my cum and her fucking my ass. We were having fun but I needed more. I asked her if she would pee on me? She wanted to! We went and got in the tub and she masturbated me as she peed all over my chest. I asked her to pee in my mouth but she refused. I still came before she finished peeing on me.

I called her at work the next day and asked her why she wouldn’t pee in my mouth. She said because that’s nasty and I told her to let me worry about if it’s nasty or not it was my mouth. I wanted to make her mad about the situation so she would give in. After all I had a fetish to fuel!

I kept calling her and making her feel bad about it all day until she stopped answering my phone calls. I sat at home waiting for her to get off work and come home so we some get kinky again.

Time came and she finally arrived home from work. “Hey babe!” I greeted her at the door. She walked in and immediately took all her clothes off. I was astonished! She pushed me down on the floor and shoved her pussy in my mouth. I was thinking “Damn, if you wanted your pussy ate all you had to do was ask!”

About that time a warm, golden-yellow trickle ran down my tongue and throat. I drank and swallowed every last drop of it. She must have pissed a gallon! I tasted so good! I don’t

think my dick has ever gotten that hard that fast. She got up

and said “There how did you like that? Nasty wasn’t it?” I said “Nope, it was delicious! How did it feel to relieve yourself in my mouth?” She said “Surprisingly it felt good!” I was really happy.

Now we make it a point to drink each others piss at least twice a week. And that’s on a bad week. Sometime we do it every night.

The other day she came home from work and threw me in the floor and put her pussy in my mouth. She rode my face until she came and almost drowned me. Then she took a piss right in my mouth. I layed there for a little while basking in her flavor.

As I was eating her pussy I noticed a different taste than

usual. Not a bad taste just different. I ignored it not knowing

what it was until I got up off the floor and went into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror what I saw was horrifying. My face was covered in blood!

I asked her if she knew that she was on her period and she said “Of course!” I asked her why didn’t she tell me and she answered “I was going to but with you being the freak you are, I knew you would like it. I wanted it to be a surprise!”

Now I can’t wait every month for her period to come! I have since then had her stop shaving EVERYTHING! She’s not allowed to touch a razor.

Every month on the heaviest day of her period, we have sex after her teasing me for a couple days to build up a really thick and big cum load. After having sex and cumming inside of her I lay down and she plops her smelly, sweaty, hairy, bloody, cum soaked pussy right down on my face until I suck her clean. Then she rinses it all down with a nice big load of hot Morgan piss.

There you go hope you enjoyed the story and thanks for reading!!