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Was I back at Jasmine’s place for dinner on Sunday? You bet I was. Didn’t think twice about missing the ball game. The Mets suck this year anyway.

It became a regular thing for me to get “Jazzed” on Sunday. At first, it was pretty much the same routine – a plate of her magical mystery hair pie at the dinner table followed by the real thing in the bedroom. It was the same thing, but a little better every time.

Jaz said it was because our bond was growing. That was sure true. The more I pressed my lips and tongue to her pussy, the more I could feel it in my own mouth as we literally came together thanks to the magic of her voodoo pie.

But it was more than that. It was also the cuddling and kissing afterwards, the holding and stroking, and even the pillow talk. That girl was a kick. I mean, she was a real motor-mouth who could talk forever about anything. She was so excited about just about everything that she was exciting. Mostly I was just along for the ride on a train that was moving way too fast for me to hop off. When she did let me talk, somehow I just wanted to tell her everything and the only reason I didn’t was because I liked hearing her talk even more. Yeah, she was a kick.

Anyway, one Sunday she was on the bed with her legs spread and I was moving in for dessert when she stopped me. “Let’s try something a little different today, cherie. Vive la différence, no? You just lie still a bit – and watch.”

OK, I can do that. The view was pretty good from where I was so I didn’t mind. Yeah, I watched as her hand slipped down to her crotch and her two middle fingers began stroking her pussy. What I didn’t expect, and will never forget, was how my own lips started buzzing with every stroke. Automatically they stretched into the vertical pucker to become as pussy-shaped as possible.

Her fingers were moving faster now, dancing over her lips and mine. My breathing started to get heavy, puffing through my puckered lips like the little engine that could. I had to close my eyes, not because I didn’t want to see anymore, but to concentrate on feeling her magic fingers. My lips were getting wet now, but I couldn’t tell if it was my saliva or if it was her wetness gushing through our voodoo bond.

Not sure when, but I noticed that my tongue had extended itself to touch my upper lip as she began working her clit. Sure enough, my clitongue started sending little bursts of she-pleasure deep into my mouth. Then came a string of high-pitched girly gasps. Were they coming from her or me? It didn’t matter cause I didn’t have a mouth anymore. It was all hers.

And then it was ours. Ourgasm. Her and me exploding into each other. And there was no doubt now as my head snapped back as far as it could and I screamed More More More even though I couldn’t say a fucking word. I guess I just screamed.

Then she let go. Even though I know she could have gone on and on, she took her hand away and let me fall back into myself. I could feel that I had drooled all over my face and had oozed a sticky mess into my underwear. When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t say a word, but just look up at her magnificent, magical pussy with her smiling face shining above it all. How could I have ever thought that wasn’t the most beautiful sight in the world? What a dope I had been.

Then she brought her legs together, as if to say show’s over. Not sure why, but I shifted my head a bit and planted a big kiss on her foot. All I wanted to do was to tell her how much I loved her and how happy she had made me and how grateful I was. That foot kiss seemed like the best way to say it, altogether just like that. It must have worked, because I could feel the sole of her other foot konyaaltı escort bayan on my cheek, stroking out “I know, baby, I know.”

With a soft push, she rolled me over on my back. “Look at you, coming everywhere. What a hot little slut I have. Still, mustn’t let baby catch cold. Take off those wet things and put on these.” Dangling from her uplifted big toe was the pair of red panties that she had just been wearing.

“Aw Jaz, I can’t wear those! They – they wouldn’t fit.”

“They’ll fit you just fine, darling. And if they are a bit snug in places, that’s OK. It will just remind you of me. You like to think about me, don’t you cherie?”

“All the time – you know that Jaz. It’s just, well, what if someone at work sees?”

“I guess you’ll just have to keep your pants on. You can do that for me, can’t you sweetie? And it’s not just something to remember me by. The more contact you have with my pussy, the stronger our bond becomes. My panties on your cock, day after day, will take the magic to the next level.”

Seeing I was still unsure, Jaz leaned in, grabbed my face and pinched my cheeks together with her left hand. “Make pussy face for me, baby.” Then raising her other hand, she began running her two middle fingers across my lips. I could smell and taste where they had been as my eyes rolled back in my head and my tongue stretched out for more. “You know you want it, cherie. You want to be my little pussy.”

I didn’t have to say anything and couldn’t anyway. Just smell and breath and tingle. She diddled me for a little longer, then tiring of the game she sent me home with a kiss and a bag of her dirty laundry.

***

And so I became my girlfriend’s panty boy. Each morning I dutifully put on a new pair of her old panties. Not sure there was any magic in them, but they definitely kept her on my mind. No matter how long I wore them, it seemed like I could never get used to them. Every time I moved, and sometimes even when I didn’t, I could feel them rubbing up against me, like a cat scent marking its territory. Or its prey.

So why didn’t I just be a man and stop wearing them? Because in the middle of all the weird rubbing and annoying clinging, the tingling would come back, all over my body. It was like I was back in bed with Jaz and she was holding me, everywhere. Sometimes I would have to clap my hand over my mouth to stop from going into “pussy face.” Was I just making myself crazy? Or was she doing this to me?

I got my answer on the Friday of the first week of this little panty raid. Curt was telling a good story about how he had gotten some bimbo so drunk last weekend that he was able to have his way with her about any which way he wanted, a scene that he painted for us in great detail. But the best part was, the bitch didn’t even seem to remember and actually called him to see what he was doing this Saturday!

Anyway, I was laughing along with the rest of the guys as Curt went into his “plans” for this weekend, when a funny feeling started coming over me. The tingle was back, this time real strong.

“Whatsa matter, Larry?” asked Curt. “You don’t look so hot.”

Actually, I was very hot and getting hotter. I tried to tell ’em I was OK, but could barely speak. My breath started coming in short gasps The little engine that could, chugging towards the cliff. I could feel my head falling backwards and – shit – here comes pussy face. I wanted to put my hands over my mouth, but it was like my arms were locked to my sides. I would have run away, but my legs were as stiff and useless as my cock. All I could do was gasp and drool and wait muratpaşa escort bayan to go over the edge.

There was no mistaking it. Jaz was fingering herself. Must be her break, and she was spending it breaking me. The high pitched moans were coming on fast and furious now, followed by a final scream of lust and pleasure that was straight out of a cheap porno. Having hit the summit, I fell off my chair, spent and exhausted.

At first, some of the boys thought it was a joke, like I was pretending to get all excited about Curt’s story. When I still didn’t move even after a couple steel-toed pokes and the offer of a medicinal beer, two of them picked me up and hauled my ass off to the company nurse. I didn’t have the breath to protest and was kinda glad to get out of there anyway. Who knows, maybe they would at least let me take the rest of the day off.

That thought revived me and I was just about to sit up on the couch where they had dumped me when Nurse Yi walked into the room. How do they put it in the personals? Petite Asian woman. She was also as tightly wound as the bun her black hair was pulled back in. Not unattractive, if you like china dolls, but not particularly inviting either. No nonsense, no fun.

Not that I hadn’t tried. I had come in to see her last year after I got a deep cut in my palm. She put in a couple of stitches and while she was busy bandaging up my one hand, my other got busy. She was not amused. But hey, I was just a healthy male. Didn’t the doc want to know that?

Anyway, I was torn between trying to play up my present situation into a sick day or just get the hell out of there now that Jaz had stopped playing with herself and me. The good nurse, however, went right to work.

“Can you sit up? Try it. Good. Extend your left arm. Pulse elevated but acceptable. Open your eyes wide. Pupils definitely dilated. Stand up and undress.”

“Aw doc. Is that really necessary? I’m feeling better.”

“I need to examine you. You may have had a seizure or a stroke. What happens to you or your coworkers if it hits you again while you are driving a forklift? I can’t let you go until we get to the bottom of this. That means a complete examination. Now strip!”

Petite Asian woman seeks willing male for medical experiments. I was just starting to pull down my pants when I remembered what I was wearing underneath. Shit! So I tried to slip both pants and panties off together hoping the doc wouldn’t notice.

“Good. Now spread your legs a bit and clasp your hands behind your head.”

Standing in front of me, she put her hands on my shoulders and slowly ran them up and down each of my arms. “Let’s see. Biceps well developed and defined. Triceps taut.” Her probing hands then moved down my chest.

“Flex for me, Larry. Hmm, yes, pectorals particularly prominent.”

“Ow!” The bitch had pinched my nipple.

“Sorry, but I needed to check for any nerve damage. Expected reaction.”

Her hands moved further down my naked body. “Abs OK, but definitely some excess fatty tissue around the midriff. You’ll need to watch that, Larry.”

Walking around behind me, she put both hands on my butt. “Now I want you to get up on your tiptoes, clench your buttocks, hold for three seconds and then go back down. Keep going until I say stop.”

“C’mon doc! Is this really necessary?”

“I need to test your balance Larry. You collapsed on the job. Or don’t you remember?”

“OK, but what’s with the hands?”

“To be ready to catch you if you fall. Now do it!”

Up hold three down up hold three down. The doc took my safety very seriously serik escort bayan as she held on tight to my butt the whole time. So tight that I started to feel her nails dig into my skin.

“OK, enough for now. One more test.” Reaching between my legs, she grabbed my balls!

“What the fuck, doc?!”

“Larry, your coworkers told me that you obviously became sexually excited during your seizure. I need to check your testicles. Can you feel this?”

She gave me a hard squeeze and my gasp of shock told her that yes I could feel it.

Just then, in the most embarrassing moment of my life next to Mom catching me “reading” Penthouse, Jaz walks in. “Oh, Larry! I heard what happened. Are you alright?”

I would have answered that of course I was alright now the she had stopped diddling around and what the fuck was she doing playing with herself on the job anyway. Yes, I would have said those horrible, disrespectful things and more, but at that moment Nurse Yi gave my balls another sharp squeeze and yank, like she had finished her diagnosis and prescribed castration.

I’ve been hit in the groin playing football before, but this was far worse. That bitch knew what she was doing and I went down with a yell. And there I lay, naked at the feet of Nurse Yi and Jaz.

“You see,” Nurse Yi calmly explained to Jasmine, ignoring me, “the attacks seem to be triggered by overstimulation of the testicular region. I am going to have to study this further.”

“Is there anything we can do in the meantime?”

“No. I need to think about it and maybe get more data. Otherwise he seems to be quite healthy, just like you told me. Well, he could stand to lose a few pounds.”

“Hey, I have an idea!” exclaimed Jaz. “Maybe Larry should join our lunch group. That way we could keep an eye on his food intake and you could keep an eye on him. You know, gather more data.”

“Sounds like a plan, Jaz,” replied Nurse Yi, without waiting to hear my thoughts.

Then she turned to me. “I guess I’ll see you on Monday. Now pull up your panties and get back to work.”

Shit, she had noticed. After the nurse left, I turned to Jasmine, sputtering with I don’t know what. “Jaz – Jaz – how could you?”

“You mean the lunch group? Relax, it will do you good and the Munchies – that’s what we call ourselves – are all dying to meet you.”

“No! You know what I mean and you know what you did. C’mon now, have you no self-control?”

Jasmine got a very cool and collected look on her face, sorta like winter was coming and I’d better just bundle up and get used to it. “Yes Larry, I know what I did. What you don’t seem to realize is that we are developing a two-way connection. You can feel my excitement, but I can also feel yours now. You were getting aroused by something, I could sense it, but I also felt that it wasn’t in a good way. There was something mean and nasty in the mix. So I undertook an intervention.”

I thought back to Curt’s story, about what he had done and planned to do to that stupid bimbo. OK, maybe not very nice things, and maybe I shouldn’t have listened, but hey, sometimes nature just takes its course. What I was forgetting was that Jaz was a force of nature too.

She saw my embarrassment and just plowed on. “I see I did the right thing. You can’t even talk about it. Well know this, little man, Mama is always with you now, always watching, so you’d better be good!”

Putting a hand on each of my bare shoulders, she pressed down slowly but firmly, making me bend at the knees until my head was just below hers. Then she moved in for a deep kiss, ramming her tongue into my open, waiting mouth. She was eating me out, clitongue, pussy lips, and I know she was feeling it too as I rubbed my naked body up against her.

She pushed me away. Maybe she didn’t want to get her dress messed up with my spunk, which was on the ooze once again. Caught off balance, I fell back on my rear. Jaz had recovered her sunny spirits and playfully mussed my hair. “Now you heard what the nurse said. Pull up your panties and get back to work.”

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Connor lifted the phone from his desk and looked at the unknown number. Opening the message, his stomach does a somersault and his heart practically skips a beat.

‘My feet are waiting’ is what the screen says. It could of course only be one person.

‘How did you get my number?’ he quickly replies. ‘And what exactly are you expecting?’

‘Less question, more action.’ Then soon after, ‘Or you know what the consequences will be’ He stared at this message for a moment and let out a deep sigh. The next message included an address, and it finally hit him that he couldn’t just ignore the threat. Connor headed for his car.

The address led him to one of the most affluent neighborhoods in the city, the roads lined with houses of a size nobody could truly ever need. He followed the road up a hill to the end of a cul-de-sac, and looked up at the monstrosity of a home that must belong to Haley. He parked his car on the street two houses away, and walked up to the wrought iron gate that stood at the end of the driveway. He pressed the intercom button and waited for Haley’s voice to crackle out of the box: “Front door, up the steps and make a u-turn to the right,” was all she said. The gates swung open intimidatingly.

Connor proceeded to the front door, still marveling at the size of the house and wondered what Haley’s parents must do for a living. It was equally as lavish inside, with enough posh excess in decoration to stack up to any home in the Hamptons. The door opened to a grand double staircase foyer, elaborate tile patterns on the floor, and art, plants, and instruments visible among the furniture in the rooms to either side. He quietly padded up the right staircase and turned to the right as instructed, seeing a door open a crack with music heard from within. The boy slowly approached and knocked gently, the door swinging open a bit as he did.

“Ahh, there he is,” he heard from a mouth out of sight. The room had a large canopy-style bed extending from the wall to the left, with a door just to the left of that. A large TV hung across from the bed, with a small table beneath. Two windows on the wall opposite the door shone light in, with a tall hutch between them. Straight ahead and to the right, past the TV was part of the room that jutted out further right, but he could not see around the corner until he approached. When he did, he found a desk against the far wall, with a third window above it, this one offering a view over the entire neighborhood. The alcove was lined with bookcases built into the walls, and Haley sat comfortably in the center, seated in a luxurious office chair. She wore a loose fitting grey cotton sweatshirt cut in the way that made it hang from one shoulder, with three quarter sleeves and yoga pants. Her brown hair was in a bun and her face as stunningly sculpted as ever.

She turned toward him, “It’s about time.”

“Sorry, first time in this neighborhood,” he offered.

“Well I promise it won’t be your last,” she said with a malicious smile. “Now I believe you have a job to do, little slave boy.”

This last part felt like a stab to Connor’s chest, but he held back a wince and stood still, not knowing how he’d be completing the unavoidable reason he was there. “How… how am I to serve you?” he stammered, incredibly nervous already

“Well you simply have to crawl under my desk and do a lot more of what you got a taste for at the track. If you’re a good boy, you may be rewarded and if not, well let’s just say it’ll either be your head or your reputation that’s hurting.”

“Okay” Connor muttered, approaching slowly.

“That’s another thing,” Haley said confidently as he got down on all fours and began to clamber down to the position. “You’ll be calling me mistress, goddess, really any term that captures how pitiful you are compared to me.”

“Fine,” Connor again murmured, but when an angry look from Haley was shot in his direction, he quickly added, “mistress. I will do so, mistress.”

As he crawled under, Connor was instructed to lay on his back, and Haley’s chair was designed in such a way that the wheeled base slid over his body, holding him in place. He finally took notice of what Haley’s footwear, a pair of furry boots that looked like they would be worn almost exclusively around the house, not out and about. He could already smell them.

Haley waved them in front of his face, flexing her ankles back and forth. The bottoms had shorter fur, but smelled much stronger now that they dangled above him. They suddenly dropped and rested on his face, closing off his sight and smell of the outside world. The odor was different from what he remembered at the track, less skunky and more like an aged cheese. He did nothing but continue to breathe as best he could and strands of fur tickled the inside of his nose on each inhale. He heard a voice from above as the feet began to life one at a time and pat back down against his skin in an alternating right/left pattern.

“How konyaalti escort do they smell, servant boy?”

“Like you filled them with cheese and left them in the sun for a week.”

“Really, you think these are that bad? I thought I’ve been pretty mild in building this scent.” The feet continued to pat up and down, giving Connor slight whiffs of fresh air that served only to make the boots worse in comparison. “I went to the clubs last night with my girls and we danced our asses off until about 2 AM. High heels aren’t easy on a dancing girl’s feet, and mine were pretty tired and sweaty by the end. I came home and put on one of my favorite pairs of warm, thick, fuzzy socks and then pulled on these boots for good measure before going to bed. So you really only have one night’s worth of stink to deal with today.” She switched to rubbing both boots against his face, left and right alternating forward and back. “You may remove the boots now.”

Connor furrowed his brow at the thought, but slowly reached up and took hold of the left boot, pulling but having difficulty as his fingers slipped across the fur. Managing to get his fingers around the upper edge and pulling, the smell magnified tenfold as Haley’s sock was revealed and the boot’s pent-up stink was released. Before he could even get a look at it, the sock raised and pushed the boot in his hand against his face, his nose deep into the opening. Connor’s eyes began to water and he tried to hold his breath to avoid the fumes, but it was a fight he was bound to lose. When he thought he couldn’t hold it for another second, the boot was mercilessly pushed away. In a moment of joy, he inhaled through his nose an mouth as hard as he could, but the relief was not what he hoped. By the time his lungs began to fill, both mouth and nose were covered by the thick sock, and all he got was more of the heavy odor straight to his nostrils. Connor gagged a bit, and coughed a few times, then heard Haley’s laughter from above.

“Mmm don’t you just love that smell?” she taunted, wiggling the toes against his nose. The socks were striped with tan, cream, and pomegranate red colors, and were quite thick and fuzzy as she had said.

“It’s very strong mistress,” Connor replied as the sock lifted and he was able to speak.

“Well you’re only half way to completing the command,” she teased, a pleased smile crossing her face.

Connor reached for the other boot and prepared himself for another stink bomb to be dropped on his face. Direct hit. Again a wave of scent washed over his face, and heavy was really the best word he could use to describe it. With the boots away, Haley rubbed her socks against his face faster than before, but stopped after only a few moments and looked down.

“You may begin to pamper me now, starting with a nice massage,” she instructed, matter of factly. Connor actually had a bit of experience with this, an ex of his worked part time at a nail salon and had half-jokingly taught him the finer points of an effective foot massage. He took the left foot in hand and began at the ball of the foot, pressing his thumbs in and moving them in rhythmic circles across the area. “Ooooh, not your first rodeo?” Haley asked from above, her attention partly turned to her computer on the desk.

“I suppose not, mistress.” He continued to press circles into the ball of the foot before moving to long, straight-line patterns down the sole and arch. He resumed the circles at the heel before moving to the toes and rubbing each one through the thick sock. At times he could hear Haley let out low sounds of pleasure, not moans but “mmmm” was common as he worked his fingers against the fuzzy fabric. In time, he continued to the other foot, giving it the same attention and trying to remember the deep tissue and pressure point methods that he had been taught.

Without notice, the socked feet extended from his hands and reached again for his face, massaging it for a moment as Haley laughed and asked “How do they feel?”

“Like a pair of stinking socks on my face,” was all she heard in reply. This wasn’t what she wanted to hear, and knew an attitude shift was necessary if this were to work out. She changed her strategy, resting them with Connor’s entire face covered, his nose stuck squarely between the soles. Minutes passed and Connor’s mood began to change. He felt imprisoned, like his entire consciousness was pent up between these feet. Haley didn’t say a word and didn’t move the socks. Connor could breathe, but only the stench that surrounded him filled his nose and lungs. As he lay there, anxiety began to build. What had he gotten himself into? Did this girl really have the kind of leverage she claimed over him? How long would he be here today, and how often would be asked to come back? All these questions swirled in his head and seemed to multiply as the minutes ticked by. Haley could feel him quiver beneath her, and smiled knowingly. Even muratpasa escort more time passed and Connor felt increasingly claustrophobic, and confused, and distressed, finally hopeless until suddenly, a switch was flicked in his head.

‘It’s only as bad as I make it,’ he thought. ‘I can fight it, I can hate it, but neither of those matter now.’ Connor concluded that resistance in the face of this opponent would only lead to escalation, and decided to play along for the sake of leaving sooner and enduring less of the still torturous footplay.

Haley had felt his shaking stop, and waited to see what his reaction would be. The answer came in a feeling she was planning to demand next. The unmistakable stroking of a tongue at the sole of her sock. She smiled, knowing that it had worked. She had broken the boy into some level of submission, and had only one more thing to take from him before the day’s objectives were completed. She repeated her last question, “How do they feel?”

A different answer this time as Connor tried to string together words he thought she would want to hear: “Like a soft embrace of a goddess.”

“Mmmm well I guess that’s exactly what it is, isn’t it?” A very pleased Haley cooed from above.

“Yes goddess, how does the licking please you?” Connor asked, Haley unable to see the definite reluctance in his face below her feet. As he finished lapping at the soles of each foot and moved to other areas, she replied.

“Quite good, slave boy. Like you anticipated my next request.”

“Should that not be my goal?” Connor improvised, knowing it was indeed his objective and putting up the front that he was many times more willing than he actually felt.

“Of course it is, now finish the licking and I have a special treat for you.” Haley disclosed. Connor thought it likely that he should dread the treat rather than look forward to it. His licking continued, swirling wet circles into the heels and taking toes into his mouth as Haley pressed them in, instructing him to suck lightly at them. His tongue began to grow dry as it made all parts of both sock bottoms wetter than they already had been with sweat. The taste was not as bad as he expected, but was still not a pleasant one. As his mouth became almost completely dry, Haley pulled her feet back and rested them on his chest lightly, rolling her chair back to stand over his legs rather than his lower torso.

“It was a rough start, but you came right into the fold where you belong, servant.” She patted the socks up and down a few times. “Now for the treat I mentioned, a reward for doing so well on your first day.” She smiled and shifted her feet, Connor not able to believe as they drifted between his legs. Pulling down his shorts with her toes, Haley began to rub her socks against either side of his manhood through the boxers he wore.

Connor was more confused than ever now, not having believed she would ever be one to grant him pleasure, particularly this kind. “Mi… Mistress?” was all he could say.

“Shhhhh… it’s a reward you deserve,” she said, but the expression on her face was still one of cunning and control rather than showing any sign of respect or empathy. As the boxers began to rise, she was able to more adeptly manipulate the shaft, her toes rubbing up and down against the bottom face. With it standing at full attention, she pulled the boxers down with her other foot, hardly missing a beat in stroking from base to head. She quickly changed position, squeezing the shaft from all sides between her soles, the socks still saturated with sweat and saliva. Connor wanted to be full of questions, to wonder if this was a good idea, to deny her control over this part of him, but these were not the signals activating in his brain. Pleasure pathways were busy as the socks slid up and down, up and down, a soft, wet respite from what he had been through in the last hour.

Again she changed positions, with one foot stroking while the toes of the other began to play exclusively around the head of his dick, swirling in fuzzy circles around it and tickling the tip. The rubbing continued as Connor began to breathe more heavily. His hips flinched and he was fully focused on his cock, not noticing the look of absolute fiendish delight that Haley stared down at him with. She rubbed harder and faster, moving the toes from the head to his balls and rubbing them a bit before resuming the squeeze between the soles. Pre-cum dripped out and was instantly swept up in the furry motion and Connor’s hips began to flinch more and slightly buck. He was close, but as he neared the edge of release, a sensible thought finally crossed his mind… ‘What the fuck is going on? Could this really be the reward for service?’ The hesitation was drowned out in a flash as Haley added a rhythmic pulsing of her toes to the stroking action. It was all too much for Connor to process, and the thought and smell of her socks filled his head serik escort as cum raced for a final release.

Connor’s whole body tensed up and quivered as he began to shoot streams of semen, but they didn’t land on Haley’s socks. The moment she sensed the orgasm starting, she produced a pair of boyshort-style black panties and pulled them over her socks, positioning them to catch the cum. She manipulated her feet expertly as he shot numerous wads all over the panties, finally relaxing the muscles of his body as the last one dribbled out. She made sure to scoop this bit off as well onto the black fabric, and then reached down to pinch at a clean corner and lift it from her feet. She dropped the panties in a waiting Ziploc bag and set them on the bookshelf next to her.

“What… what just happened?” Connor managed, his head still spinning from the orgasm.

“You got a sockjob, slave. And shot your cum all over.” Haley said with a triumphant but somewhat devious grin, resting one foot on his lower torso and crossing the other leg.

“Why the panties?” he asked, reaching to pull his boxers up and hide his member as it softened.

“Blackmail of course… This is America, and as fucked up as things have been lately, you’re still innocent until proven guilty. You just provided the proof is all.”

“What? Wait. What?” Connor was at a loss for words as the dots were connected.

“I could have accused you of assault and rape without any evidence, and that might have made for a big story around our school, but in the end there was no proof. Now I have the panties you allegedly made a mess of as you fucked me in the girls’ restroom. Forensics are amazing these days, they’ll be able to pull your identity from those white stains for years and not be able to tell when it happened. So you now have a concrete reason to keep me pleased, more than a baseless threat.”

“I… I…” Connor still couldn’t believe what had just happened, and the position he had put himself in, now worse than ever. The anxiety he felt under the socks returned with vengeance, and he felt lightheaded and overwhelmed.

“Now, now. No need to fuss, this doesn’t change anything. It’s just a little contingency for me to have in my back pocket. You were my slave before you blasted your fat little load, and you’re still my slave after. You’ll have to work much harder to earn these rewards from now on, but since I have what I need, it really will be for your enjoyment and not my own reasons. I really hope I never have to use those panties, but it’s entirely up to you.” She wheeled back to the desk and began typing again.

Connor lay there, feeling like he had just had the life sucked out of him. He thought over and over about how this might not be as bad as it seemed, but couldn’t come up with even one reason why that would be the case. He was fucked. Her feet fucked his cock and now he was fucked. He didn’t see what else he could do but head home and try to resume his day, and maybe come up with a plan to get those panties on a return visit. Having lay there for a few minutes, he finally cleared his head enough to ask, “So can I go?”

“My feet are quite pleased so that’s all the mandatory work for today, but they could always use more attention if you care to stay.”

“I actually think I’ve had my fill for the day.” He said resignedly, an easy claim when literally any contact with Haley’s feet was more than enough for the day in his mind.

“Fair enough,” Haley said from above, wheeling away to let him get up off the ground. “Let me show you something before you go!”

Connor stood and didn’t want to see anything else in this house, all he wanted was to get home and try to forget about what had happened. But Haley sprung over to the door beside her bed and opened it to a large walk-in closet. She continued to the far wall, where a raised platform supported a 3-way angled mirror similar to those found in dressing rooms and tailor’s shops. Bordering the mirrors on either side were vertical arrangements of short wooden drawers, each no more than 4 inches tall. A very comfortable looking seat was to the side, and it appeared to be able to swivel to a position above the platform. Haley stepped up before the mirror and began to open the drawers, bottom to top. Connor came closer and as they were opened, he found himself looking at row after row of neatly folded socks. Some drawers were full of bright solid colors, arranged in rainbow order, others had striped socks or exclusively ones with patterns. The organization was almost unbelievable, with countless pairs varying from over the knee length to no-show half-socks and everything in between. Thin nylons, thick boot socks, two whole drawers of fuzzy ones like Haley wore now; the variety was greater than that which Connor knew existed.

“This is my collection, and you’ll get to know it very well,” Haley said as his eyes continued to scan. “Some days I’ll let you pick what I wear and other times I’ll have been stinking up a pair for days just for you. You should be looking forward to this, an endless variety and constant new ways to please me.”

“Yes, my goddess, it will be my pleasure to bow and submit to each and every pair.” Connor wanted nothing more than to get away from this place as soon as physically possible, and thought this the best response to make that happen.

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“You’re not nervous, are you, darling?” Angelina asked Tom, as he paced back and forth across her living room.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” replied her 22-year-old lover sarcastically. “I’m only meeting your family for the first time.”

“Relax. At the rate our relationship is going, you were going to have to meet them sometime. You might as well get it over with now.”

“Yeah, but I was hoping it would be later. You know…when I’ve gotten a little older.”

“Oh, stop it. You’re making too big of an issue about this age difference. Who cares if I’m old enough to be your mother?”

“Your family, to name an important few. They’ll probably care. Remind me again, who’s coming over for dinner?”

“My sister, brother-in-law, niece, and nephew…oh, and my mother.”

“Your mother’s got to be…what…75? She’s not going to understand why I’m here. Everyone else will wonder what’s wrong with me for dating someone who’s nearly 30 years older than me.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve already told my sister all about you. They won’t be taken by surprise. And if it troubles them, that’s their issue. They’ll just have to accept it. Besides, what’s important is us. Now, stop this nonsense. How do I look?”

Angelina slightly hiked up her knee level black skirt as she slowly spun 360 degrees on the matching black leather booted toe of her foot, before coming to rest on her 4-inch heels.

“Beautiful and sexy,” said Tom, his nervousness fading as he looked at his lover with pride and amazement.

“The eyeshadow?” she asked, closing her eyes.

“Deep as the night,” he whispered seductively into her ear.

“And the cherry lipstick?”

“I bet it glows…in the dark.”

“Mmmm, oh, darling, you do say the most divine things to boost a lady’s ego.”

“And hardly a motive in sight.”

“Ha. Merci,” replied Angelina. “You look magnifique, too.”

“Seems like everything you wear is sexy without being cheap and tawdry, if you know what I mean?”

“That’s the idea, my dear. “I’ve never believed that a woman needs to dress like a $2 whore in order to attract a man. One can still look elegant and classy and yet totally feminine and desirable without resorting to such lower class lengths. The only time to act like a $2 whore is in the bedroom.”

Tom gulped hard. From their experience together, he knew Angelina was right.

“Kind of remarkable, you can pull off that look considering the hangover you woke up with this morning.”

“Oh, don’t remind me. Taking that flask along to the game was a bad idea. The last thing I remember was giving you a blowjob in the car and wanting to get home fast so we could make love. Then, the next thing I knew I woke up in my bed, cuddled in your big, strong arms with the wonderful sensation of feeling your penis deep inside me. What a delightfully arousing way to start one’s day.”

Angelina smiled at the memory and sexily sauntered up to Tom. Wrapping her arms around his waist the two proceeded to kiss on the lips, enjoying an embrace that they last shared an hour earlier upon the conclusion of their second love making session of the day.

Buzzzzzz

The ringing of Angelina’s front door bell suddenly pierced the passion.

“That’s them, I’ll get it,” said Angelina, unlocking her lips from Tom’s before wiping away lipstick from his cheek with her hand.

Angelina went to answer the door. Meanwhile, Tom turned his back to it and frantically pressed his hands against his groin to tamp the ill-timed erection that had begun to form beneath his pants while he and his 51-year-old lover were kissing.

“Hello, everybody!” greeted Angelina, after opening the door. “Entrée. Entrée.”

Angelina’s family filed into the house and stopped in their tracks at the foyer.

“I want you all to meet my charming new friend Thomas,” announced Angelina. “Thomas, this is my sister Elaine, brother-in-law Rocco, niece Lisa, nephew Anthony and last but not least my mother Maria.”

Angelina’s family stood silently, as Tom gave a timid, almost childlike wave with one hand, as he tried to discreetly cover his woody with the other hand.

“Well, come in and sit down,” said Angelina, motioning her family toward the living room. “The lasagna still has about a half hour left to cook, so there’s plenty of time for everyone to get acquainted.”

Angelina and Tom sat next to each other on the love seat, while her family formed a semi-circle around them on the remaining furniture. The tension in the room was palpable as Tom watched five sets of eyes size him up in icy silence.

“So, Thomas, Angelina tells us you used to be a student of hers at Riverdale?” asked Elaine two minutes later.

“Yes, the…the…that’s true” replied Tom, his voice cracking and stuttering from nervousness. “I graduated from there in ’79.”

Angelina rested her hand on Tom’s knee to help steady her lover’s fraying nerves.

“That would make you 22 now?” asked Lisa skeptically.

“That’s right,” answered Tom. “I graduated from college a few months ago.”

“You could be Aunt konyaaltı escort Angelina’s son, age wise,” said the 23-year-old Lisa in a condescending tone.

“Lisa!” snapped Elaine, before turning back to Tom and calmly addressing him again. “And you two reconnected, so to speak, at school last week?”

“Yes. I was visiting Riverdale on Friday and dropped in to the library. Angelina and I got to talking, I asked her out to dinner that night and…well…we’ve been together ever since, you might say.”

“What do you do for a living, Thomas?” asked Elaine.

“I work as an editor for Smith and Bradley Publishing in the city,” he replied.

“Thomas also wants to be a writer,” said Angelina, nodding her approval at him, while hooking her arms around his left one. “Somehow, he must have known that I’ve always had a weakness for men of literature.”

And men who can breath, Rocco said to himself.

“Do you live in the city?” asked Elaine.

“No, I live in an apartment in Hoboken with two roommates,” answered Tom.

The sound of crickets could practically be heard in the silent living room, as Angelina’s family turned over the scenario where Tom would introduce Angelina as his girlfriend to his college-age roommates.

“Elaine and Lisa, would you care to give me some help in the kitchen?” asked Angelina 30 painful seconds later, breaking the lull in the conversation. “Mamma, why don’t you watch TV in my bedroom, OK? The men can watch TV here. Would any of you like a pre-dinner cocktail?”

“I’ll have a beer,” said Rocco, in a thick northern New Jersey accent.

“Make it two,” replied 21-year-old Tony.

“Thomas, darling, how about a martini?” asked Angelina.

“Yes. Thank you,” he answered. “Let me help you with that.”

“No, sit. We’ve got it,” his lover said. “You three turn on a ball game and get to know each other better.”

Angelina and her sister and niece entered the kitchen. Her mother retired to the upstairs bedroom to no doubt work over her rosary beads and pray for Angelina’s soul, while the men stayed put with Rocco switching on the TV and flipping through the channels until he found a New York Knicks pre-season basketball game.

“Well, what do you think?” Angelina excitedly asked Elaine and Lisa, like a teenage girl gushing about her first boyfriend in the girls’ locker room. “Isn’t he gorgeous? I know it’s been only four days, but things are going so well between us.”

“He seems nice, Angelina, but we still don’t know much about him,” Elaine answered cautiously. “And really, after only four days, you can’t know much about him either. I wish you would take it slow for once. Your relationships always seem to go from zero to 60 in two days. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“It’s too late to take it slow.”

“So, you two have been…uh…intimate?”

“Every chance we get,” said Angelina with a smile, hopping up onto her kitchen counter and crossing her black leather, knee-high, high-heeled boots. “He’s so insatiable. We both are. We’re practically living on love.

“I still can’t believe that a 22-year-old hunk like him would be romantically interested in a woman my age. It’s almost too good to be true. He could have any woman and he wants to be with me: 51-year-old Angelina Lione. I feel sort of like a horny Cinderella when I’m around him. I just want to make love to Thomas as much as possible, before this dream ends and he turns into a pumpkin or worse, one of the many loser boyfriends I’ve dated.”

Eager to go into detail about her new lover, Angelina pressed on, oblivious to her increasingly uncomfortable audience.

“Now that you mention it, he’s very young,” said Elaine. “May-December romance.”

“That’s what so great him. He’s a young stud so his stamina is off the charts,” Angelina continued. “Sometimes, I can’t keep up with him. There have been times, in fact, when Thomas’s driven me so wild with passion that I’ve actually fainted while making love. He’s that good. But he’s not so experienced that I haven’t taught him a thing or two about love making. It’s funny, Thomas is not even particularly big, if you know what I mean. But he’s fearless. He’ll do anything.

“But it’s more than sex. It’s not just physical — even though the physical part is out of this world good, let me tell you. We can carry on conversations because we have the same literary and art interests. Thomas treats me so lovingly. For someone so young, he really knows how to treat a woman. He’s so gentlemanly. Thomas is an old man in a young man’s virile body. He’s so attentive to my needs. He kisses my hand, insists on opening doors for me and he even lights every one of my cigarettes — without me asking first. I think I’ve been smoking a little more since I met him because I love having him light me. It’s so erotic. Thomas reminds me of a younger version of Harry.”

“Well, at least Thomas isn’t married, unlike Harry,” said a judgmental sounding Elaine. “At least, not that you know of.”

“Why bring that up again, muratpaşa escort Elaine? Harry and I’s relationship ended three years ago. We don’t need to revisit it.”

“You brought him up, Angelina. I was just saying…”

“Well, don’t. I was merely pointing out that I haven’t been treated as much like a lady or been aroused as much by a man since Harry and I broke up.”

“I don’t know, Aunt Angelina,” confessed Lisa, who oftentimes sought out her single, sexually experienced and oftentimes promiscuous aunt’s advice on boyfriends and fashion. “He’s only a year older than Tony and a year younger than me. Thomas looks like someone that I could be dating.”

“He’s mine,” said a suddenly defensive Angelina. “I saw him first.”

“Relax. I didn’t mean that I would date him. It’s just that he’s so close to my age.”

“I’m sorry,” said Angelina. “I’ve been with enough men to know a real catch when I see one and Thomas’s a real catch. Apparently, he’s loved me since he was 13 and he waited until he was finally old enough to act on it. That says a lot about him as a man. I think he’s the one.”

“As in the one to marry?” asked Elaine. “Maybe he wanted to have sex with you at age 13, but how do you know it’s anything more than that?”

“Apparently, his feelings were deeper than a mere crush,” said her lovestruck sister. “He’s handsome, intelligent, incredibly sexy and totally devoted to me. If he asked me right now to marry him I’d say yes — right after he revived me after fainting.”

“At least try to keep from feeling him up while we’re here. I don’t think mama can handle that.”

Meanwhile, in the living room…

“Hey, go next door and get me my glasses, would ya?” asked Rocco of his son. “I can’t see the TV without ’em.”

“Oh, c’mon, I’m comfortable here,” whined Tony.

“Go, like I asked ya.”

Tony rose from the couch with a snort and shuffled out of the house.

“So,” said Rocco, turning his attention to Tom, once his son was safely out of ear shot. “You’re Ang’s new boyfriend, huh?”

“Well, I don’t know about boyfriend,” answered Tom. “We’ve only been out to eat a couple times and to the Giants game yesterday. We’re more like dating, I guess.”

“What’s the difference? Never mind. I’d watch it if I was you.”

“Sorry?”

“Ang has been around the block a bit, if ya know what I mean.”

“She’s been with a lot of men?”

“When she was younger. Maybe now that she’s past 50, ya don’t have to worry, but in her prime she was a real maneater, if ya catch my drift.”

“How so?”

“Back in the disco days she dated different guys every night.”

“Oh, she told me that already.”

“Did she also tell ya she drove most of them away because she came on too strong too fast?”

“No.”

“Well, think about it. She’s obviously a looker — even now at her age. When she was younger she was even sexier looking. She could get any man she wanted. That was never a problem. But then she’d sleep wit ’em on the first date and then wonder why they never called her again. She was too promis…promisc…what’s that word?”

“Promiscuous?”

“Yeah, that’s it. Really, that’s the only reason that a woman who looks as hot as she does didn’t get married. But she could never figure that out. So watch it. Knowing Ang, I’m sure you’ve already done the horizontal mambo a bunch of times wit her, so be prepared. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was talking wedding right now in the kitchen with the girls. Anyway, how was the game? I woulda given my left nut to see that game in person.”

“We had a great time.”

“Musta been exhausting.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Ang couldn’t even walk to the door when you brought her home.”

A chill ran up Tom’s spine. Rocco had seen him carry the unconscious Angelina into her house the night before.

“Yeah…ummm… Angelina brought a flask of brandy to keep her warm at the game and she overdid it a bit and passed out on the ride home. So, I carried her in and put her to bed.”

“Probably not much of a fun date she was last night, I bet.”

Tom shrugged his shoulders in agreement, yet knowing full well that Angelina most definitely was a fun date that night.

“I tell ya,” Rocco continued, “you’re lucky Ang told Elaine about the two of yous yesterday morning. If she hadn’t, I’d a mistaken ya for some strange guy who picked her up in a bar and slipped her a Mickey. I woulda had to come over and kick your ass.”

“That is lucky,” said Tom with a shudder. “Does Angelina go to bars often?”

“No. That was just an example. She used to. Back in the ’70s she went to discos a lot. Now? Not so much.

Rocco paused and leaned his beefy, 240-lb. frame across the table toward Tom.

“Can I give ya a word of advice, buddy?” Rocco whispered. “Treat her right. We don’t always get along so well, Ang and me. Sometimes, we butt heads about her phony baloney attitude.”

“How so?”

“Well, she can’t smoke a cigarette like a normal person. She’s serik escort gotta use one of those fancy, shmancy, preten…preten…ah, help me out, what’s that word?”

“Pretentious?”

“Yeah, that’s it. Pretentious. Pretentious cigarette holders, like she’s some kind of high society dame from the ’40s or something. Give me a break. Ang can be kind of a stuck up, bitch.”

“How so?”

“She thinks she’s hot shit — always looking at herself in the mirror to check her makeup, hair and outfit — smoking from that cigarette holder, wearing expensive designer boots, calling people by their formal names all the time. Do you really go by ‘Thomas?'”

“Tom, actually. Actually, she just started calling me that today when you came over.”

“See what I mean? Don’t get me wrong, Ang has some great qualities. She’s always been a great aunt to Lisa and Tony. When they were younger she used to take ’em into the city to see Broadway plays and to the Met for operas. Teaching ’em about culture and crap like that. But from time to time she needs to be knocked down a peg and reminded that even though she’s got expensive Park Ave. tastes, her roots are in working class Passaic. Ya know what I mean? She’s a Jersey girl, not some sophisticated Manhattan broad.

“But whatever. The point is, she’s still family and as the man of the family, I look after her, so you better treat her right. Ang hasn’t always had the best judgment when it comes to men. She’s gotten involved with some guys she shouldn’t have gotten involved with. The worst example was the last guy she was with.”

“Harry Seymour?”

“Yeah, that’s the little creep. Married guy from school. She went nuts over him and he basically only used her for sex. Strung her along for years telling her he was gonna leave his wife and marry her and Ang believed him; broke her heart in the end.

“You’re the first guy since him that she’s thought enough of to introduce to the family.

“She says you’re in a relationship, you say you’re dating. Hey, what yous two do together in private and how ya explain your relationship to the world ain’t none of my business. But ya need to get your stories straight because judging from history, she’s probably fitting you for a wedding tux. She told Elaine she’s nuts about you.”

“Oh, I’m nuts about her, too. I don’t care that she’s so much older than me.”

“Good. To me, I don’t think it’s so crazy for a 22 year old guy to be romantic with someone who’s almost 30 years older. Hey, Ang is a very attractive and sexy woman for a broad her age. She knows how to dress, uses the right amount of makeup without looking like a tramp and has a great bod — maybe because she never had kids. Anyway, my point is, I don’t know what your intentions are with her, but if you’re just using her for a good time, like that last guy, you and me are gonna have problems. And trust me, ya don’t want to have problems wit me. Treat her right. Capeche?”

“I’ll treat her right. I promise. Angelina’s very special.”

Angelina proceeded to walk into the living room from the kitchen carrying a tray of drinks.

“Where’s Anthony?” she asked, first handing a martini to Tom and then a beer to Rocco.

“He went to get my glasses,” answered Angelina’s brother-in-law.

Angelina set the tray down on the coffee table, sat on the right armrest of Tom’s chair, draped her arm around his left shoulder and crossed her black leather high heeled booted legs.

“You two having a good talk?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” replied Tom. “It’s been very enlightening.”

Angelina reached down to the table and picked up her long black cigarette holder and pressed a button on her cigarette box. The box opened and with her free right hand she took out a long, thin white cigarette and proceeded to screw it into her holder.

Tom went to retrieve Angelina’s silver lighter from the table to light his lover’s cigarette holder, but Rocco, who was about to spark up a fat cigar, beat him to the punch.

“Mmmm…” mumbled Rocco, with the cigar in his mouth, as he flicked his cheap lighter and held it out to Angelina to get her attention.

Angelina put the black end of the long holder two inches into her mouth and leaned in toward Rocco, let the flame touch the cigarette, took a shallow pull and slid the holder out.

It was the first cigarette that another man had lit for his lover since the waiter at Rotini’s. And even though Angelina was being lit innocently enough by her brother-in-law, who only happened to be lighting his own stogie at the time, Tom couldn’t help drinking the scene in and feel jealous.

To Tom’s fetish way of thinking, the act of a man lighting a woman’s cigarette carried with it a sexual connotation and triggered a Pavlovian, involuntary response in his loins. For even though steamy, passionate sex hadn’t occurred in every instance between them that long weekend right after he’d lit one of Angelina’s cigarettes in a holder, it had happened enough. Tom couldn’t help but feel both aroused and a little jealous, irrationally imagining for an instant Angelina suddenly becoming so sexually attracted to Rocco for lighting her that she proceeded to fuck him right there on the coffee table. Instead, Angelina’s response to her brother-in-law’s benign, polite gesture couldn’t have been less physical. Apparently, as Tom smiled knowingly to himself, the act of having her cigarette lit, stimulated Tom more than it did Angelina.

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It’s a beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon and we’re cuddling on the couch. I’d just wanted to get some hugs and snuggles with maybe a few kisses and gentle strokes while watching our show on TV, but it wasn’t to be. For one episode we laid intertwined and paying half attention to the show while we kissed and touched each other. Even though I’d lain down with the sincerest intentions of falling asleep and taking a nap in your arms, my hands strayed almost instantly. As I often do in those comfortable moments, my right hand went straight to my mound to gently cup and apply pressure in that way you find so stimulating and I find so relaxing. It’s not a sexual touch in any way, merely a reflexive behavior of mine that I indulge in whenever I’m close to sleep or feeling very relaxed while I’m laying down, but you often respond subconsciously when you feel my hand migrate and come to rest. Of course, as I often do when relaxed and laying with you, I take my other hand and immediately find you and begin to gently knead and squeeze traveling between your shaft and your balls. It too, for me, is oddly comforting and at times it is for you as well, but it was apparent right from the start that comfort was the furthest thing from your mind in that moment.

Still, I was able to hold you off for an entire episode, but when I went to start the next in the series you seemed a bit upset so I put down the remote and just snuggled into you. I was somewhat reluctant because I really did just want to get a good nap in before having to return to the urgency of the outside world and responsibility, but I also knew that you had a need that would have to be cared for in the small amount of time we had left together. I half assed played with you for a bit, not really konyaalti escort bayan feeling too into things, but then I shifted my weight on top of you and when saw the look on your face I felt a surge of desire and longing for something we rarely did.

I shyly leaned into you and whispered softly “I’m going to take your ass today,” then leaned upwards a bit to see your reaction. The anticipation was immediate and the shock instant. You know that I’m not overly fond of this sort of play most of the time, actually damn near all of the time, because of how our dynamic adjusts in ways that make me slightly uncomfortable. For us to engage in this activity I have to move out of a submissive role and momentarily take a somewhat dominant role; I have to switch. I despise flipping that inner switch in my mind because I’m so scared that one day I won’t be able to turn it back off and go back into my submissive side. I already flirt dangerously in regards to my submission, but being such a dominant personality in my normal life almost makes my submission feel like a vacation from obligations and responsibilities that have been forced upon me. My submission is not only a gift I give to you, but in some ways it is also a gift to myself.

I couldn’t resist though, and when I felt that urge come upon me I knew what a treat it would be for you. To see your eyes light up like that made it worth all effort on my part and the alterations of my mindset it required didn’t even register as a blip on my radar.

I didn’t just jump up and run straight for the toy drawers though, no, I straddled your body and slowly began to kiss and suck on your neck with very gentle nibbles, but quickly muratpasa escort bayan stopped nibbling. I was rapidly moving into a dominant mindset and when I feel dominant I bite, hard. You asked why I stopped nibbling, probably because you do enjoy it so, and I said “I’m just really trying to keep from going overboard and losing control on you. I feel VERY toppy right now and I don’t want to hurt you.” You just chuckled a bit as you pulled me against you tightly and said “bite, I’ll let you know if it hurts,” and so I did. I reveled in feeling my teeth sink into your flesh, the resistance that gives slowly and then suddenly. As I bit down I felt a surge in my body and my hands began to stroke you, grabbing hard and squeezing tightly. You responded instantly, arching against me and gasping as I slowly worked over your neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, and thighs with my tongue and mouth playing over you with gentle kisses and suction and well placed hard, deep bites that were slow and sustaining.

I began to suck your cock that was almost pouring precum. I felt that deep inner thrill I always get when I see you so visibly aroused and softly let out an “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” as I tasted that tangy clear fluid. In that moment I flipped my switch back to submissive as I immersed myself into you and your cock. I leisurely sucked the head into my mouth and circled my tongue around, then ever so slowly moved my mouth downward until you hit the back of my throat. I gently pressed you a bit deeper to stretch me and then pulled upwards, just as slowly as I’d gone down while pressing the tip of my tongue upwards onto the underside of your shaft and circling slightly. Your sharp serik escort bayan inhalation of pleasure made me want to hear it again so I redoubled my efforts in order to bring you even more. I sucked and licked and took you deeper and deeper into my throat until finally I could take your entire length into my mouth and throat. Once you were buried fully I began to rock my head slightly up and down, massaging the tip of your cock with the back of my throat, and you gasped while your hands tightened in my hair and frantically pulled me against you and yourself deeper into me. I couldn’t hold it as long as I wanted, as always, and shortly after feeling the beginnings of my gag reflex refusing suppression I rapidly pulled you out of my mouth and then just as quickly sucked you back into my mouth and ran my tongue in a circle until you were too deep in my mouth to maneuver that way.

Hearing your moans and feeling your responses made me realize that I was most certainly In The Mood so I moved up from your cock and ran a trail of light kisses up your body until I reached your lips with my own. As I gave you a deep kiss and transferred the taste of you I positioned myself over you and pressed you into me, welcoming you completely. You groaned into my mouth as I gasped into yours and then we began kissing until we could no longer maintain the focus necessary to keep our tongues and lips dancing. I felt that building sensation grow, buried my face into your shoulder, and bit you HARD and released the bite only to bite that same spot again and again, harder each time. You finally had to stop me and while I felt a moment of guilt, I rapidly shifted to a sitting position and rode you for a while, but the urge to bite never diminished. I arched my back sharply so I could maintain my position while still being able to bite you and sank my teeth into the flesh above your left nipple. As I felt a slight pop, I began to release the pressure as I slowed my thrusting and then quickly moved to above your right nipple and increased the pace of my thrusts as I once again took your flesh between my teeth and applied hard pressure.

to be continued…

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I’m a hopeless romantic at heart, I know it’s probably hard to believe from reading my story, but I am. However I knew this new relationship was built on my being a dirty fucking slut so I snapped myself into a kinkier frame of mind.

There would be plenty of time for romance as our relationship developed, ‘tonight is not one of them’ I thought to myself as I got back into character.

I looked at Dan wickedly.

“Back to the bukkake room!” I ordered him.

As we walked back in I noticed Orlene and Carl were in a shower. There was a queue of about four guys leading up the spiral staircase, awaiting their turn while a big black man was stood on top masturbating into the cubicle.

Carl was down on his knees licking Orlene’s hairy snatch. She still had her strap on attached, but it was lifted up and she was casually slapping it over Carl’s head as he licked away.

The black man suddenly upped his pace and shot a big load into the shower and all over Orlene’s head.

“Thank you Mistress Orlene.” He said as he shuffled past the queue of men, back down the stairs.

Orlene then caught sight of Dan and I, she beckoned us into the cubicle. It was a tight squeeze, the four of us in there, but we managed to get in.

I ordered Dan to get to work on my, by now, very wet twat with his tongue. He got to his knees next to Carl and began licking.

Oh my god, I needed my pussy servicing and that was the best start.

The boys did a great job licking us out as Orlene and I stood and shared a passionate kiss. It wasn’t long before several dollops of hot cum hit my head as Orlene stuck her tongue down my throat. I didn’t even look up to see who they came from.

Then another, and another. They kept coming until the four of us were covered in the ejaculate of half a dozen or more guys.

I couldn’t help myself looking up once or twice and catching some square in the face. It’s even hotter being cum on from a height, you can feel it hit you harder.

Then Orlene came, she held her hand firmly on Carl’s head as she pushed her gorgeous, hairy cunt into his face, letting out a big scream as she did so.

This set me off and I did the same to Dan, his amazing tongue brought me to an equally amazing orgasm as another man shot his jizz into my hair.

Dan and Carl licked the cum of our bodies as we recovered, moving up to our mouths in unison and kissing us. konyaaltı escort bayan

Orlene then suggested we leave the boys alone in the shower, after all it was in the ‘Anything goes” area of the room.

I took a seat close by to get a good view as Dan and Carl stood in the shower. Dans little penis still sticking up out of his shorts. David was still around so he came and sat next to me.

Orlene climbed to the top of the stairs and began jerking a guy off, she stood behind him, and reached her hand round, wanking his big dick over the boys heads.

“Jessica!” She shouted down to me. “Are you going to order that worthless fucking cuckold of yours to get down on his knees so Carl can put his cock in his mouth?”

I was a bit taken aback by her question, but nonetheless adhered to her demand.

“Dan, you heard the woman, pull Carl’s pants down and let him fuck your mouth you worthless piece of shit.” I said, David was laughing his head off as he sat beside me.

Carl already had his pants down, he must have been anxious to put his cock in Dan’s mouth. I was impressed by the length of his shaft as it popped out of his trousers semi erect and ready for Dan. He didn’t have a bad sized dick for a submissive cuck.

Dan knelt down and grabbed hold of Carl’s dick, looking at me as he did so. His gag still forcing his mouth open for Carl.

“Well, what are you waiting for, put it in your mouth.” I instructed. David put his hand on my naked pussy as I watched on and Orlene continued to jerk the guy off above the shower.

Dan watched David’s hand run over my cunt as Carl put his cock in his mouth, every so often he glanced up at me to see what I was doing.

I parted my legs to allow David’s fingers to explore my pussy. Then I noticed The man Orlene was wanking off start to cum.

She jerked the big dick into the shower, missing Carl and landing on Dans head as Carl pushed his cock into Dan’s mouth.

“Next” Orlene demanded, dismissing the previous cummer. Another man stepped up.

Meanwhile David’s fingers were working wonders on my clit as I watched my little cuck boy.

It took about five minutes for Carl’s breathing to increase, he started to moan loudly as he pushed his cock into Dan’s open mouth. I could tell he was about to cum in my mans mouth.

Not before another muratpaşa escort bayan man came on him though. Carl looked up and opened his mouth at Orlene’s request, as she made another man cum with her hand, tossing him into Carl’s open mouth from above.

Then Carl came, holding his hand on Dans head, forcing his cum down his throat he shot his load into Dans mouth. He took his cock out and wiped it round Dans face as his orgasm subsided, then stepped out of the shower leaving Dan alone in there.

Dan was a mess, his hair was wet and matted with cum, his face dripping and his abused mouth still forced open by his gag.

He went to get out of the shower behind Carl.

“Not so fucking fast cuck boy!” Orlene took the words out of my mouth as I put my hand up to usher Dan back into the cubicle.

“I have a queue of three more men here who need somewhere to dispose of their semen, now stand there, look up at me and I’ll see if I can aim their cum into your mouth.”

Dan did as he was told, he stood there with his hands behind his back, his gag still forcing his dirty mouth open, looking up at Orlene as she gathered all three men around her.

Orlene stood between two guys as the third jerked off his long dick.

“Don’t forget to give me some warning before you cum boys.” She said as she stroked the two hard cocks either side of her. “I want us to get as much as we can in that dirty little cunts mouth, understood?” The men all nodded in unison.

“Daniel, watch your friend play with your little whore of a girlfriend’s cunt until I order you to look up and take one of these loads.” Orlene instructed.

I thought I’d give Dan a bid of a show as he stood there watching David play with my pussy. I pulled David’s big dick out again and played with it, not taking my eyes off Dan for a second.

“I love you!” I mouthed at Dan as I stroked his friends enormous cock. I’d never said it before, but it felt right at that moment. It felt weird being that I was behaving like such a slut, but strangely fitting for our very odd relationship. Obviously Dan couldn’t mouth anything back as he still had his gag on.

After a minute or so one of the guys announced that he was cumming.

“Oh yeah.” He shouted as Orlene positioned him directly above Dan. “Oh fuck.” He yelled as she twisted her beautiful serik escort bayan little hand around his shaft, aiming his fat cock downward as he ejaculated straight into Dans open mouth.

I came too at watching this, David’s hand sent me to orgasm, which I think Dan caught the tail end of as he looked back down at me, wiping some excess spunk from his forehead.

Before Dan could even gather himself the next guy announced he was about to cum.

“Daniel, look up here now you fucking cum bucket.” Orlene yelled as she readied the next cock.

“Me too.” Shouted the third man. And they both positioned themselves over Dans head as they sprayed their cum into his mouth. Orlene stood behind an reached between their legs to massage their balls as they came.

It was a sight to behold. I thought Dan was a mess before, but he certainly was now. He was covered from head to toe in the ejaculate of about twelve guys.

I let go of his friend’s dick and walked over and gave Dan a big hug as he stepped out of the shower, I unfastened his gag and gave him a deep kiss, it was a sloppy, salty but beautiful kiss.

“Get a room you two.” Orlene joked as she rejoined us. We all laughed at her humorous remark, which indicated that it was ok to do all these kinds of ridiculous, taboo things in front of every man and his wife, but to have a romantic moment with the person you love you had to ‘get a room!’

One the way out of the Bukkake room there was a wall of showers, not the type of showers I’d seen so far, but proper showers with nice warm water.

Orlene and I stripped off and soaped ourselves down in front af a crowd. Dan went to do the same, only to be told in no uncertain terms by both myself and Orlene that he was to stay as he was.

“I want everyone to know what a little cum slut you’ve been as I walk you round the place.” I said as I attached his collar and lead again. “Down on your knees doggy.” I laughed as I led him back into the main room.

The five of us headed to the bar for another round of drinks, it was well past midnight by this point, but I sensed the night was only just getting going. I needed a rest so we sat in a booth by the bar for a while to recover and watched the debauchery continue around us.

“Where next? Asked Orlene.

“Well I haven’t had chance to use this strap on yet.” I smiled, looking at Dan wickedly as I stroked the plastic shaft.

“Me neither.” Said Orlene, doing the same as she looked at Carl. “And Jessica, you’ve touched and tasted David’s magnificent member, but you haven’t had it inside you yet, and you really must.” She said.

I looked at Dan who was still a mess, the cum drying on his face and hair.

“Yes I said looking into his eyes as I answered Orlene. “I really must.”

To be continued…

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Blindfolded, my birthday boy was naked except for a pair of hot pink, lacy girlie panties bunched about his knees. His bottom was obviously red from spanking. With his hands bound and tied above his head, his long body swayed there in front of me. A small silver chain connecting a pair of nipple clips swung between his small male tits. Jutting out from his vertical torso, his swollen cock twitched in the glow of the morning light. I was enjoying that he was unaware of his impending fate at least as much as I was enjoying the sight of him standing there naked while I stood there fully dressed in my jeans and a tank top.

The story that follows explains how my sweet hubby became the unlikely protagonist in a true story detailing his unexpected predicament.

Let me back up. For some time I’d had a sneaky suspicion that my husband liked panties just a bit more than he might let on. For practically every holiday and when he was away on trips, he would purchase extraordinary and unusual, not to forget sexy, panties for me. Ironically I tend toward the cotton-comfortable, more practical “underwear.” I loved looking at the others but considered them way too over the top for everyday wear. I remember, from our early marriage days, the vinyl thongs with the buckles on the side, and the tiny ones with the multiple thigh strings and the small mesh animal print triangle in the front. And then there were the lacy green with pink polka-dot numbers sporting pink ribbons around the waist.

So here in my lap was a the opportunity to test out my theory that my husband coveted my lingerie…plus a chance for me to finally fully enjoy them…but because HE would be wearing them instead of me, for once!

So anyway, one morning not so long ago, after I had spent a fruitless 15 minutes searching the Lit erotica story site for a fun new story to read with my morning coffee, my search results for “husband in panties” indicated there were no items found.

Well there soon there will be, I thought to myself. I’ll make sure there’s a fun new story for like-minded mistresses–and their pantyboys–to read. I couldn’t help smiling as my mind wandered into an image of how cute my guy’s tight little buns would look in a pair of lacy girlie panties. His birthday was only a week away, and I delighted in imagining how I would get him into some skimpy panties on that special day. Although there was no doubt in my mind that he would find himself enveloped in elastic and lace, I hadn’t decided just exactly how I was to accomplish it.

I was lucky that this was only Monday and with his birthday being the very next Saturday, I had time to plan a birthday outing to a nearby small city for the day. He always enjoyed traveling there so he could visit his favorite woodworkers store. But best of all there was a large mall with a Victoria’s Secret store. After a busy week, the day finally arrived and we left for our outing. Little did he know that when we returned home that evening he would be in different—very different—undies than those he’d left home in. An entire gender’s worth of difference.

At our first stop in the city, I suffered through the piles of lumber at the wood store as he searched for just the right boards in the stacks of white and red oak. (What the heck’s the difference anyway?) He also [groan] had some mahogany he had in mind for his projects. As I sat in the storefront waiting for him to finish out there in the warehouse, my mind was already wandering to my plan….the Victoria’s Secret store plan, that is. I bided my time as he safely secured to the roof rack the boards that he had so carefully selected. Getting into the car, he apologized for taking so long searching for just the right ones. I really hadn’t minded much, but it now gave me the opportunity to spring my trap.

“So, are you feeling a little guilty for poking around?” I asked.

“So sorry,” he replied.

“And just how sorry are you, then?” I persisted in a whimsical tone. Kidding me, he added, “Now I’ll do what ever you want,” which was just the lead I was looking for. “Reeeely,” I luxuriated, stringing out that little word. In response, he squirmed a bit as we backed out of the lot and headed onto the highway. I think he was getting my drift, but he didn’t say anything more about the extent of his contriteness. Instead he said, “The mall is just ahead. Let’s stop in there. There’s a food court and a Starbucks.” I knew he was in for it, now, and smiled, happy in my little secret.

We found a seat in the food court and enjoyed our late breakfast snack and a cup of konyaaltı escort coffee, chatting about nothing in particular. Clearly, to his wife, he was still thinking of his woodworking projects. I determined that his train of thought was unacceptable.

“Let’s window shop and wander the mall for a little while,” I said as we finished our coffee.

“Which way,” he asked as we got to the center of the mall.

“I want to go down this way,” I said, waving vaguely to my left. “But I want you to head down to the JCPenney’s store.” He looked puzzled. I replied before he had a chance to respond, “Remember, my love, not 30 minutes ago you said …hmmm…what was it you said? I’ll do what ever you want now. That’s what you said.”

“Well, now,” I said, pausing dramatically while I had his complete attention, “I want you to go down to the Penney’s store and buy five pairs of panties, one for each day of the week.” I studied his expression. I knew he was wondering why I didn’t want to go and buy my own panties, but I continued. “They must be very girlie and of course sexy, in peaches, pinks, salmons, or animal prints.” Then I hit him with it, saving the best for last. “Lacy is good, low cut, and of course sheer–all the better to see your package through them.”

That got him! His expression was priceless. He protested, as I imagined he would, but to no avail as I sternly reminded him of his promise. Interestingly, however, I also noticed a bulge rising in his jeans. His secret was out–he was getting into this, too! As he turned toward the store, I added, “Have fun, dearest. I’ll meet you back here in about half an hour, but don’t rush.”

I waited until he was well down the mall before I turned and headed off in the other direction to the Victoria’s Secret store.

There were of course lots of great panties to choose from in that most famous of lingerie stores. The young salesgirl thought I was getting them for myself, as one would expect, directing me toward the matching panty and garter sets, which was something I hadn’t thought about until then. Hmmm…a very interesting idea…and maybe some stockings too. I told the hovering girl (it was a slow time for Victoria) that I was getting them for my husband, but she didn’t catch on, I could tell. This is the Bible Belt, after all. “I bet he’ll like these,” she said teasingly, still thinking I was buying for myself as she held up a lovely garter for my approval. I laughed, savoring my private double entendre. Since the store was quiet, I had lots of help finding just the right items. I found what I was looking for: a pair of completely over-the-top, lacy, pale pink bikinis–so cute! What sold me was the mesh back that would give me an excellent view of his behind. The matching garter belt and stockings would complete the look. I paid for my purchases and headed back to meet my guy. This was gonna be fun.

As he approached, I could see he had a bag in hand. “So you were successful, handsome?” I asked coyly. He was blushing as he spoke. “Well…er, yes. The damn-nosy saleslady kept asking me what size my wife was. I think she knew, or at least suspected. I know I had the red ear thing going.”

“Silly boy…who cares, anyway?” I told him.

“Well it was a bit awkward.”

I handed him my bag to carry and took his. He didn’t quite get the exchange at first. “I can carry both bags,” he offered.

“That’s ok, I’ll hold this one while you go to the restroom.”

“Restroom?” He replied quizzically, since he didn’t need to use the restroom.

“Yes, I want you to go to the restroom and put on what you find in that bag. Then I want you to bring it back with your guy underwear in it.”

He started to open the bag and peek in. “No, no, you have to wait until you get in there because it’s a birthday surprise.” I pointed down the mall in the direction of the restrooms I had seen. “Now get!” He hadn’t a clue, well not exactly, but there wasn’t a big protest. I sat down on a bench to wait. He was gone for a little while; he had a few thing to do, tee hee, and his tasks would probably be easy to accomplish in a bathroom stall.

When, finally, I saw him coming, I went to meet him. “Did you do as you were told?” I gave him a big hug when he blushed and nodded meekly.

“Happy birthday!” I told him as I took the Vicki’s bag from him. It wasn’t empty–I could tell from the weight. As we passed a trashcan I dropped it in. I thought I detected a faint groan as I did. So much for his boy underwear! muratpaşa escort This was his birthday, and my husband was in panties.

We had a great day. I couldn’t help but intuit that a more submissive feminine side had replaced his usual male dominance now that he was in panties. We did our usual favorite mall things: we checked out our favorite bookstore and went stopping at the thrift stores, where I found a few other fun items to add to his new wardrobe. Then we finished with dinner at one of our favorite Thai restaurants. I was so tired, on the way home I fell asleep imagining how to finish his special birthday weekend. I was definitely planning on seeing him in only his birthday suit and the new panties he had selected.

In the morning I was awakened with the smell of fresh coffee. Opening my eyes I was treated to the blurred sight (I am extremely nearsighted) of my husband in his lovely new Victoria Secret panties and a camisole I had picked it up from the thrift store the day before. As I sat up sluggishly (I’m a slow riser), he proffered the cup. “Your coffee, dear, ” he said with a huge grin.

Aren’t you a sight to wake up to, I remember thinking about my transformed husband as I sat up and carefully took the steaming coffee from him. “Still enjoying your panties I see.” I said this partly in response to the panties, but also from the easily observable bulge in the front of them. “After breakfast we’ll have do something about that, ” I warned.

It was a lovely fall morning as we left the house for a walk in the woods. Under his shorts my hubby was still wearing the cute Victoria Secrets panties. He knew that I had something else planned for his birthday weekend, but he would never have guessed just exactly what it would be. He was in for a surprise.

I carried a small bag with everything I would be needing hidden in the blanket I was carrying, so when we arrived at a clearing in the woods, I spread out the blanket, pulled out a blindfold and slipped it over my husband’s eyes. I quickly had his shirt off and pinched and pulled his nipples. He loves this, and he moaned in delight. That was all I needed. He was mine. A few twists with a scarf and his hands were bound. As he sat there on the blanket I passed a length of rope up over a nearby branch. He was soon standing, his hands over his head tied to the tree branch.

So smoothly had my plan worked that almost before he realized his dilemma he was quite stuck. I stepped back admiring my handiwork. It was still and quiet except for a few birds chirping. All in all a lovely morning–it was going to be great day to be out in the woods. Unable to resist me, he stood there in the clearing stretched into the air, not able to see what I doing. He was very quiet. This was very unlike him.

Eventually he spoke: “I hope you’re pleased. Now untie me.” His tone was not too concerned…but unacceptably bossy.

“In due time my dear,” I remember saying.

I took out the nipple clamps as I chatted about what a beautiful day it was and the fun we were going to have. Poor guy, he had no idea it was coming. I got close, kissed him on the cheek, and playing my fingers across his chest and nipples, I quickly clipped one of the clamps onto his right nipple. He lurched and moaned loudly….”woooo.” I quickly followed with a second clamp on the other tit. The rope over his head was twisting and it appeared he might lose his footing. I steadied him as he whimpered, reminding him to do so quietly as someone might hear him.

I sensed he was now steadier and his nips were becoming accustomed to the clamps, so I reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, allowing them to fall to the ground. He looked cute in just his panties. His cock was pushing at the lacy fabric and trying to burst free, but the bulge in his new panties was betraying him.

I had to chuckle, “Looks like he wants out of those panties,” I said.

“Real funny…please let me out,” he said, stopping as he realized how he had mistakenly misspoken, meaning to say “untie me” or the like. But I grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled the panties down to his knees in one motion. “You mean like this, don’t you, Hun?”

Another moan, and a long “oooOH,” from hubby as his very rigid member sprang free in the morning light. I couldn’t help myself: I extended my index finger and flicked it several times watching it bounce up and down beyond his control. His cock was mine to use. He also had no idea how vulnerable he looked just now…I could serik escort tease it as I wished, and he was powerless to stop me.

I won’t bore you with his frantic prostrations and arguments for my freeing him from the ropes, which he now began in earnest. I put an end to that with the small whip I had thoughtfully added to my toy bag. His ass was becoming a lovely red color before he finally got the idea that he had better quiet down and play my way.

“Your responses are to be only–yes Mistress–from now on,” I said….”or else,” and I swatted him again a few more times for good measure.

Now with a well-lubed dildo in one hand, I took his engorged cock in the other. I was about to violate his ass with the large dildo. But first I whispered in his ear, “I’m going to fuck you now?” His cock twitched and became even firmer, if that was possible. He knew what I meant, and there was a pause as he tried to gather his thoughts. His breathing was now more rapid…..”Yes, Mistress.” He had gotten the point of my whipping.

I lubed a finger and teased his rose bud mercilessly. I sensed it was exciting him–he now didn’t know what to do… He was panting as I licked the tip of his cock with my tongue. It was twitching and leaking precum. I moved my oiled finger in and out of his ass until he couldn’t stop moaning, and then I pressed the large dildo against his opening. I took my finger out and pressed the large dildo against his asshole. It began to slowly enter him as I continued my tease: “Tell me you want it, tell me to fuck your boy pussy. Say it!”

I didn’t have to wait long. His reply was urgent.

“Oh, fuck me…please fuck my pussy,” he now breathlessly whispered. In reply I plunged the dildo up into his ass. He trembled, moaning as his body adjusted to its violation.

I kissed him, then. He was wantonly passionate in return. The dildo had set him on fire. “I’m going to free you shortly my dearest, but now we’re going to play a—well, we’re going to play a new game. I’m going to wander around the nearby woods and hang the panties you just bought on tree branches. When I come back, you will go and find your new panties.”

“But I’m naked!” he exclaimed in protest.

“I’d be quiet now until I return in case someone discovers you here.”

“But mistress….” I heard him saying as I left with him hanging there. I hoped for his sake that no one really would come along while I was gone, but I doubted we’d have anyone taking a walk on our private land although it’d been known to happen with a few of our neighbors.

It didn’t take long, maybe half an hour or so, to hang the five pair of panties around the woods on limbs by the trail. I enjoyed the quiet of the woods, the various birds chirping as I walked. If he looked carefully when it was his time to search, he should see their colorful contrast to the lush green of the foliage. When I returned he was quiet, listening for me I imagined… or for others, perhaps.

“Hi love I’m back,” I called to him as I approached the clearing, so as not to frighten him unduly.

“Please let me loose now, Mistress,” he pleaded sweetly. I think he was really ready to be untied.

“Ok, I’ll just quickly explain how the rest of the game is going to be played and then you will be free.” I proceeded to explain the game I had made up. ” When I release you, you will run and find a pair of panties, put them on and return to the clearing here where I will wait for you on the bench. You will then model that panty and show it off to me in your sexiest way, and then you’ll strip out of them. I want to see a fun show,” I explained. “I might even take a few photos to remember the fun. Then you will leave and go to find another pair and repeat the process until all the pairs are found.”

“But I’m butt naked!”

“I hadn’t planned on you being naked dear, just in your birthday suit. Just for the occasion I brought along that lovely garter belt and thigh highs I got for you yesterday and you looked so cute in those.” I chuckled at my play on words.

“But!!!”

“Yes, dear?”

“I’ll still be mostly naked, maybe even worse!”

“So then you had better find those panties quickly, honey… or maybe you’d prefer to be left here like this until someone comes along?”

“errr…….Oh No, no!”

“Then!”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now that’s much better my little panty boy. “It’s agreed, then, no more argument?”

“Yes Mistress.”

He knew he really had no choice.

With his agreement I untied him and slipped off the blindfold. It was fun watching him scurry to get the garter and stockings on. I think he knew that time was passing and he had best get to searching and finding those panties.

As I watched his plugged bare bottom head down the trail out of sight, I wandered over to the park bench, took out one of my new books to read, Little Birds, and relaxed, waiting for his return.

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You men are all rapists. My husband really hurt me when I had sex the first time. I bled like a pig. You see, I had a lattice hymen. That’s the one on the right in the illustration I took from the Internet.

It hurt even worse than giving birth. He thrust and he thrust with a rod of iron. I screamed and screamed and the hotel manager came in. I froze. My vagina tightened up and it hurt even more. The hotel manager grinned at me and said, “You didn’t look like a virgin when you signed the register” konyaalti escort and he laughed.

I put up with it for years while I was a high school teacher. Later I became a literature lecturer at a well-known University and discovered that most of my girl-friends only allowed people to lick their slits.

I had a really big clit and was very proud of it. So proud that I had it photographed and it is on the Internet. That’s it muratpasa escort in the second illustration. But my husband got himself a young girl a few years after we started having only non-penetrative sex. I got a girl-friend too and we licked each others’ slits. It was lovely and cool.

I fell in love with her and you could see it in my work. I couldn’t get published but I ruled the roost at Uni. There was nothing I couldn’t do.

But serik escort she left me for a younger girl, one of her students.

I cried in class. I told my class, most of whom were very young girls, that defloration was morally wrong.

I was sacked for that lie.

For months I didn’t know what to do to atone. I tried all sorts of things. Piercing, learning to shoot a gun, driving very fast. Suicidal driving got my licence taken from me. I took pills but they didn’t work.

I went back to my piercer and he offered me some choices. I chose nullification. In the third illustration, you can see me bleeding after all my cunt had been cut out. It is sewn up now and I need no-one’s love. Life is an incurable illness.

* * * * *

I wrote the story out of disgust at the tribalism and stupidity of people who have piercings.

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In letzter Zeit habe ich mich sehr stark um meinen Beruf gekümmert, und war auch oft dann abends müde — habe liebe Freunde, die sich um mich kümmern und so war ich in letzter Zeit recht beschäftigt. Und dennoch zufrieden. Denke das ist okay so, es gibt so Phasen im Leben.

Die meisten nehmen mich als sehr attraktiv wahr und ich bekomme regelmäßig Angebote für Dates, oder „ob man was zusammen machen kann…”. Nach einer Weile langweilt es, die meisten Kerle sind mit sich beschäftigt oder wissen überhaupt nicht was sie wollen, manche sind zu doof einen zu verführen oder vielleicht wollen sie das auch nicht, oder es ist Ihnen zu anstrengend. Und die Tatsache, dass ich es mag verrückte Dinge zu machen verunsichert auch einige — manchmal auch mich selbst.

Dann kam es zurück, ich erzähle das gern, also meine Erlebnisse, dann kommen die wieder und bleiben. Ich mag es wenn ich merke dass mich ein fremder Mann anschaut und ich merke er wird erregt davon. Und ich mag es, wenn ich dabei mutig werde und spüre wie ich überlege was ich machen kann, um die Situation anzuregen; und damit mich selbst. Das erregt mich, also wenn ich weiß es schaut mir einer auf meine, vielleicht sogar irgendwie nackten Brüste. Oder ich merke, dass ich so da sitze, dass man mir in den Schritt schauen kann. Dann bin ich meist selbst so rallig und der oder die anderen auch, so das sich seltsamste Dinge von alleine ergeben. Und ich mag wenn mich mein Gegenüber auch dazu provoziert, ihm das Spaß macht, das Spiel.

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Jedenfalls stand ein Typ vor meinen Platz und schaute mir von oben in den Ausschnitt, ziemlich lüstern und fragte ob der Platz da neben mir frei ist. Keine Ahnung ob er eine Reservierung hatte, oder ihm das so spontan eingefallen war. Die Idee einen lüsternen Typen morgens neben mir sitzen zu haben gefiel mir plötzlich, damit ließ sich doch was machen. Ich dachte der textet mich gleich zu, aber ihn hatte es wohl die Sprache verschlagen. Wir saßen schweigend nebeneinander, so hatte ich das nicht gedacht. Während ich las, starrte er auf meinen Ausschnitt, immerhin.

Irgendwie passierte nichts, er hatte eine kleine Beule in seiner Anzughose, fand ich, und meine Geister waren geweckt. Oben in der Ablage hatte ich noch meine Tasche — die musste ich jetzt unbedingt holen. Dabei presste ich ihm meinen Bauch fast ins Gesicht. Ich hatte beide Arme oben, so dass er auf meinen nackten Nabel schauen konnte, da meine Bluse sehr kurz war. Er bot mir an meine Tasche runter zu holen; also wir sprachen. Und wir berührten uns, also ich fummelte mit da oben muratpasa escort bayan in der Ablage rum, als er die Tasche holte, so das ich meinen Körper an seinen hatte. Und ich sah, als er stand, das da wirklich was stand.

Als ich dann meine Tasche unten war, waren wir in einem Gespräch, nicht viel, also kein Plaudern, eher wie mit einem Kollegen, mit dem man im gleichen Zimmer sitzt und so ein paar Worte sagt, hin und wieder. Ich war erregt wie sonst was, und hatte Lust mich auszuziehen, mich ihm mehr zu zeigen, wenn es nicht im Zug wäre. Mich auf seinen harten Ständer zu setzen. Das ist so ein angenehmes Gefühl, einen fremden ficken zu wollen.

Und dann machte er mir Komplimente; das ist immer gut – dass ich attraktiv bin. Ich bedankte mich und gab das zurück und sagte, dass das wohl an dem PushUp Bra liegt, und schon waren wir in einem Thema das ich mochte. Er sagte mir dass er die Dinger mag, wenn der Busen so hin geformt ist. Ich sagte ihm, dass ich es auch mag wenn der Busen natürlich ist. „Sie können den PushUp ja ausziehen.” meinte er: Mir kam ein Adrenalinrausch, wie er das sagte, und ich wusste das wird passieren. „Soll ich das wirklich machen?”, fragte ich nochmal, rhetorisch, es war klar was er sagt. Mein PushUp war ein Convertible Strapless, da gibt es nicht immer Träger oben und so kann ich ihn recht einfach unter der Bluse ausziehen. Das zeigte ich ihm, also das die Träger oben fehlen, so wie ein Feature auf dem Handy. Und es machte mich an, dazu meine Bluse etwas aufzuknöpfen. Und ich habe meinen Convertible ausgezogen, direkt vor ihm. Meine harten Nippel waren durch meine Bluse viel mehr zu sehen also ich vermutet hätte. Die Bluse weiter zu weit offen saß ich da so da und bekam das grinsen nicht aus meinem Gesicht. Damit war die Stimmung serik escort bayan schneller gekippt. Ich hatte geplant so etwas neben ihm zu sitzen und die Situation zu genießen. Aber jetzt roch alles nach: Lass und ficken!

Er sprach mich vorsichtig auf seinen Zustand in der Hose an. Bisschen peinlich meinte er. Ich bot ihm an dazu Erleichterung zu verschaffen. Beugte mich zu ihm rüber mit meinen Oberkörper über ihn so dass meine Brüste über ihn waren und nackt aus meiner Bluse rausschauten, so ein bisschen. Fasste ihn an seine Hose und holte mit seiner Hilfe seinen Ständer raus. Er fasste mir an die Brust und knöpfte meine Bluse bis auf einen Knopf ganz auf. Ich hatte sehr schnell klebrige Finger und eine Ladung auf meiner Bluse und Brust. Das war so in einer Atmosphäre als ob ich ihm nur eine Hilfestellung geb. Er sagte genauso anständig, ah vielen Dank.

Da waren wir auch schon fast da, was nicht so das Problem war, aber die Betriebsamkeit die dann auf dem Gang herrscht, wenn die Durchsage: „Wir erreichen in Kürze den Bahnhof ….” und alle stellen sich unmittelbar auf dem Gang auf, schlecht wenn wir gerade dabei waren was nicht mehr stehen zu lassen.

Wir sind Beide aufgestanden und zum Ausgang gegangen, ich habe den ganzen Tag den Bra nicht wieder angezogen (aber meine Jacke angelassen) und dort im Zug auch meine Bluse nicht unter der offenen Jacke zugeknöpft. Er stand im Gang und konnte meinen nackten Oberkörper sehen. So bin ich auch über den Bahnsteig gelaufen, er mir nach, also ob wir zusammen gehören. Die Rolltreppe runter, und dann zu einem 5 Sterne Hotel, das ich von Geschäftsterminen kannte. Ich wusste wo die Waschräume sind, bin zu den Damen rein und sagte ihm: „Komm mit.” Habe mich vor die Waschbecken gestellt und meine Hose aufgemacht und runter rutschen lassen. Innerhalb von Sekunden hatte ich seinen Schwanz in mir drin. Ich habe dann im Spiegel beobachtet wie er mich von hinten fickt.

Was für mich das Beste war: die kleine Nummer, so am frühen Morgen gegen 9 Uhr mit einem Fremden hat in mir wieder was geweckt und ich habe die letzte Woche nicht anderes gemacht als sexy rumzulaufen, mich zu zeigen und mich in den interessantesten Situationen ficken zu lassen, davon bald mehr. Wenn ihr wollt?

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Rita 5, der Vortrag Bei der folgenden Geschichte handelt es sich um eine reine Fantasie. Das gilt nicht nur für die Handlung und die handelnden Personen, sondern auch für den “wissenschaftlichen” Teil.

Ich hoffe, die Leser von Rita 1 bis 4, denen der explizite Sex besonders gefallen hat, sind nicht allzu enttäuscht von dieser Geschichte.

In diesem Fall wird nicht von der Nachahmung abgeraten. Die Autorin empfiehlt japanische Liebeskugeln mit eingebautem Vibrator.

Rita 5, der Vortrag

Zum Glück hatte Maybritt am Tag nach ihrem ersten Zusammentreffen mit Rita nichts wichtiges zu tun am Institut. Sie war letzte Nacht vollkommen erschöpft nach Hause gekommen. Der Abend mit Rita war anstrengender gewesen als eine volles Triathlon-Trainingsprogramm. So nutzte sie die Gelegenheit, sich tagsüber ausruhen und viel zu schlafen.

Erst später am Abend hatte sie einen wissenschaftliche Vortrag in Vertretung ihres Chefs zu halten. Der war nämlich verhindert, weil er John, den amerikanischen Gast, bei dem außerplanmäßigen Besuch eines befreundeten Instituts in London begleitete.

Wie alle Beiträge zum allgemeinen Kolloquium der Universität behandelte auch dieser Vortrag ein populär-wissenschaftliches Thema. Deshalb waren als Zuhörer neben interessierten Studenten der unteren Semester auch Gäste von anderen Fakultäten und vielleicht sogar von außerhalb der Uni zu erwarten. So war auch mit der Anwesenheit des Dekans und seiner Frau zu rechnen. Die war nämlich Professorin an der philosophischen Fakultät und allgemein bekannt dafür, kaum ein Kolloquium auszulassen.

Maybritt wusste, dass dieser Vortrag für ihrer Karriere von einiger Bedeutung sein konnte.

Trotzdem hatte sie gestern Rita nicht nur davon erzählt, sondern sie auch noch eingeladen, sich den Vortrag anzuhören. Allerdings hatte sie da noch gedacht, ihrem Prof. nur assistieren zu müssen, dass sie einspringen musste hatte sie erst heute morgen erfahren, An sich war an der Einladung nichts Ungewöhnliches, da Rita ab dem nächsten Semester hier zu studieren würde. Also hatte sie wohl alle notwendigen Vorkenntnisse, die notwendig waren, um den Vortrag zu verstehen.

Aber Rita war ein besonderer Mensch. Sie war zwar nur knapp über 1,50m groß und von außergewöhnlich zarter Statur, aber sie hatte eine ungeheure Energie und übernahm überall sehr schnell die Führung. Besonders wenn es sich um sexuelle Aktivitäten handelte, und dazu kam es in ihrer Anwesenheit sehr schnell. Was unter anderem daran lag, dass sie dazu neigte, sich extrem provokativ sexy zu kleiden. Kurz nach ihrem ersten Zusammentreffen war sie mit Maybritt “oben ohne” durch die Gänge des Instituts gegangen, ihre kleinen festen Brüste mit den hoch gewölbten Höfen und den steil aufgerichteten Nippeln (von denen einer auch noch gepierct war) offen zeigend.

Wenigstens hatte Rita heute Abend darauf verzichtet, sie zu Hause abzuholen, um Kleidung für Maybritt auszusuchen, wie sie es am vorigen Abend getan hatte. Also konnte Maybritt sich jetzt etwas ganz solides zusammenstellen, ohne den exhibitionistischen Neigungen ihrer neuen Freundin zu folgen. Allerdings erinnerte sie sich an ihr Versprechen, weder BH noch Slip zu tragen.

Maybritt besaß zwar einige wenige BHs, Größe 75D, doch sie trug sie nur sehr selten, etwa wenn sie ihre Familie zu Hause besuchte. Selbst beim Laufen verzichtete sie darauf und trug nur enge, meist kurz abgeschnittene T-Shirts oder zwischen den Brüsten geknotete Tops.

Für heute Abend jedoch benötigte sie kein T-Shirt, sondern eher etwas festliches. Da fiel ihr die Seidenbluse ein, die ihre Großmutter ihr zum 30. Geburtstag geschenkt hatte. Der silbergraue, fast weiße Stoff war so weich und fiel so sanft über ihre Haut, dass es sich wie ein Streicheln anfühlte. Die Bluse war auch weit genug geschnitten, um Maybritts Oberweite fassen zu können, ohne dass sie auch nur im geringsten gespannt hätte. In der Taille war sie eng genug, um ihre schlanke Figur und den trainierten flachen Bauch zu betonen.

Dazu hatte Großmutter ihr ein Kostüm aus grau-blauer Bouretteseide vererbt, das sie selbst schon als junges Mädchen vor langer Zeit geschenkt bekommen hatte. Den Rock hatte Maybritt schon einige Male getragen. Er reichte bis kurz unterhalb der Knie, war aber so geschickt geschnitten und geschlitzt, dass man damit auch wildere Tänze hatte tanzen können. Auch jetzt hatte sie eigentlich vorgehabt, auf die Jacke zu verzichten. Schließlich war Hochsommer und die Temperaturen waren auch abends noch so hoch, dass eine Jacke auch in feineren Kreisen als verzichtbar gelten konnte.

Doch einem plötzlichem Impuls folgend, probierte sie das gute alte Stück an. Obwohl Großmutter etwas schlanker gewesen war, passte die Jacke nicht nur hervorragend, sonder sah auch echt edel aus. Vorne stand sie offen, nur von einem silbernen Kettchen zusammengehalten. Hätte Maybritt keine Bluse darunter getragen, hätte die Jacke gerade eben ihre Höfe bedeckt. Aber es sah ganz eindeutig so aus, als ob das vom Schneider genau so beabsichtigt konyaalti escort war.

Sie drehte sich vorm Spiegel und bewunderte ihre eigene elegante Erscheinung. So hatte sie sich noch nie gesehen. Das war genau das Richtige für das Kolloquium, einfach perfekt. Selbst wenn ihr mit der Jacke zu warm gewesen wäre, hätte sie nicht mehr darauf verzichten mögen, jetzt da sie sich selbst darin gesehen hatte.

Nachdem sie Schminke und Frisur noch leicht korrigiert hatte, um sie ihrer jetzt recht eleganten Erscheinung anzupassen, war es dann auch schon so weit, dass sie gehen musste. Da sie natürlich mit der Kleidung nicht zum Institut joggen konnte, überlegte sie schon, ob sie sich ein Taxi rufen sollte, als neben ihr Ritas MG hielt.

“Hallo, Maybritt, willst du mitfahren?”

“Ja gerne.”

Zu Maybritts Erleichterung hatte Rita auf ihr sonst meist eher provokantes Outfit verzichtet. Die ärmellose Bluse war vollständig zugeknöpft und reichte bis zum Gürtel der Jeans, der allerdings ziemlich tief auf den Hüften saß, soweit das im Sitzen zu erkennen war.

“Leider ist die Tür defekt, aber du bist ja sportlich genug, um darüber zu kommen, oder?”

Maybritt schwang sich trotz des eleganten Kostüms über die Tür ins Cabrio und war dankbar über den flexiblen Schnitt, den der Schneider für den Rock gewählt hatte. Dann dachte sie an das Cabrio ihres Großvaters, von dem ihr ihre Großmutter öfter erzählt hatte: das hatte gar keine Türen gehabt. Der Gedanke daran rang Maybritt alle Achtung vor der alten Dame ab.

“Du siehst fantastisch aus. Sehr elegant”, kommentierte Rita und fuhr los.

“Danke. Und ich finde es nett von dir, dass du nicht so gekleidet bist, dass jeder männliche Zuhörer nur noch dich ansieht und keiner mehr was von meinem Vortrag mitbekommt.”

Rita lachte.

“Es ist deine Show heute Abend,” meinte sie. “Aber ich habe noch etwas für dich.”

Sie waren auf dem Parkplatz des Instituts angekommen und Rita hatte ihren Oldtimer auf den Parkplatz von Maybritts Chef gestellt.

“Dein Boss ist nicht da, also kann ich ja hier parken, oder?”

“Kein Problem. Und was hast du für mich?” wollte Maybritt wissen, leicht beunruhigt. Was das wohl sein konnte? Bei Rita musste es einfach etwas mit Sex zu tun haben.

“Lass uns erst reingehen.”

Was kommt jetzt? dachte Maybritt, und ein Schauer lief ihr den Rücken runter bei dem Gedanken, was ihre kleine geile Freundin sich wohl wieder geiles ausgedacht haben mochte.

Rita holte eine schwarze Schachtel aus ihrer Tasche, etwa sechs mal sechs mal zehn Zentimeter, aus fein gemasertem Ebenholz.

“Mach auf!” forderte Rita sie auf.

In der Schachtel lagen auf rotem Seidenstoff Qui Gong Kugeln, matt silberfarben mit goldfarbenen Drachen und Yin Yang Symbolen verziert, ungefähr viereinhalb Zentimeter im Durchmesser.

“Was soll ich jetzt damit? Ich kann doch nicht während des Vortrags mit Kugeln spielen!” Maybritt hatte die Kugeln in die Hand genommen. Sie fühlten sich sehr angenehm an, auch wenn die Symbole leicht erhaben waren, so war doch nichts Raues daran.

“Nicht mit den Händen.” antwortete Rita.

Maybritt sah sie verblüfft an. Dann verstand sie.

“Du bist verrückt.”

“Du musst das nicht tun, aber ich bin sicher, wenn du es tust, wirst du ein einmaliges Erlebnis haben.”

“Ich weiß nicht …”

“Lass mich sehen, ob du feucht bist! Wenn nicht, dann lass es. Aber wenn doch, dann …”

Maybritt zögerte nur kurz. Sie konnte Rita einfach nichts abschlagen.

“Hilfst du mir mit dem Rock?”

Gemeinsam war es ganz leicht, den Rock nach oben zu schieben, bis dass er Maybritt nur noch um die Taille hing. Ritas Hand stellte binnen Sekunden fest, wie feucht die hochgewachsene blonde Frau inzwischen war.

“Ich wusste es doch”, meinte sie grinsend und ganz leicht gelang es ihr, mit zwei Fingern in die Lusthöhle einzudringen.

“Jaah”, stöhnte Maybritt. “Steck sie schon rein, wenn es dich geil macht.”

Natürlich gelang es Rita ohne Schwierigkeiten, die Kugeln in ihre Freundin eindringen zu lassen.

“Wie fühlt sich das an?”

“Angenehm”, meinte Maybritt, den Rock wieder ordentlich nach unten streichend, und nach einigen Schritten meinte sie: “Gar nicht so erregend wie ich dachte. Wird schon gut gehen beim Vortrag.”

Mit den Worten “Komm mit!” führte sie ihre Freundin in den Hörsaal und betrat selbst das Podium. Hier standen schon der Dekan und seine Frau mit dem Senator und einer bekannten Journalistin.

Der Dekan war Mitte Fünfzig, mittelgroß und auch von mittlerer Statur. Von seinen früher wahrscheinlich blonden Haaren war nur ein sehr kurz gestutzter grauer Kranz übrig. Dennoch wirkte er nicht unattraktiv.

Der Senator war schlank und trotz des formellen Anzugs waren Spuren von Krafttraining deutlich erkennbar, sein Haar war immer noch gleichmäßig dunkelbraun. Ihn fand Maybritt trotzdem deutlich weniger anziehend.

Die Frau muratpasa escort des Dekans mochte gut zehn Jahre jünger sein als ihr Mann. Mit ihren wilden roten Haaren und den grünen Augen in dem von der Sonne ein wenig gebräunten Gesicht mit der keck nach oben gerichteten Nase, war sie durchaus als eine schöne Frau zu bezeichnen. Der weite blaue Rock betonte den zwar kräftigen aber keineswegs fetten Hintern unter der relativ schmalen Taille. Dazu trug sie eine weiße Bluse, die sie so weit offen gelassen hatte, dass man die schwarze Spitze ihres BHs sehen konnte. Der war knapp genug gearbeitet, um in der Mitte einen großen Teil der gewaltig großen Titten zu zeigen. Maybritt gefiel die Aussicht und sie konnte sich vorstellen, dass es den meisten männlichen Studenten schwer fallen dürfte, davon den Blick abzuwenden. Auch wenn man natürlich ihre sportlich schlanke Figur mit der üppigen der Professorin nicht vergleichen konnte, so war hier doch mal eine Frau, die eine erheblich größere Oberweite hatte als sie selbst.

Bei der Journalistin konnte man das nicht sagen. Die hatte nämlich ihren schlanken Oberkörper in ein sehr weites Herrenoberhemd gehüllt, das bis zum Hals geschlossen war. Das trug sie lose über eine hautenge Jeans fallend, so dass man nur erahnen konnte, wie schlank sie war. Maybritt schätzte die junge Frau auf Anfang bis Mitte Zwanzig. Die hell blondierten Spitzen der kurzen dunkelblonden Haare wirkten besonders hübsch unter den punktförmigen Lichtquellen, mit denen das Podium beleuchtet war. Das Gesicht mit dem kleinen Mund, der geraden Nase und den braunen Augen war durchaus recht hübsch, wenn auch nicht besonders eindrucksvoll.

Der Dekan stellte sie den anderen als Vertreterin des Institutsleiters vor und Maybritt erntete jede Menge Komplimente für ihre elegante Erscheinung. Die Frau des Dekans betrachtete sie besonders intensiv, was der aufmerksamen Journalistin nicht entging. Maybritt meinte beiden Frauen jene Art Erregung ansehen zu können, die sie oft bei Frauen hervorrief, die lesbisch oder zumindest “Bi” waren.

“Der Saal füllt sich. Ihr könnt euch ja schon mal setzten”, meinte der Dekan und die übrigen drei steuerten die reservierten Plätze in der ersten Reihe an.

Als die Türen mit einem lauten Knarren geschlossen wurden, war der Saal fast vollständig gefüllt. Bei einem großen Teil der Zuhörer handelte es sich um Studenten, die Maybritt aus Übungen und Seminaren sehr wohl kannte.

“Willkommen, meine Damen und Herren zum 6. Kolloquium der …”, begrüßte der Dekan das Publikum. Nachdem er langatmig erklärt hatte, warum der Leiter des Instituts den Vortrag nicht selbst halten konnte, stellte er Maybritt als besonders begabte junge Wissenschaftlerin vor, bla bla …, dann übergab er ihr das Wort.

Sie begann sofort mit dem eigentlichen Vortrag. Die ersten Minuten beschäftigte sie sich mit einigen historischen Details, die sie selbst recherchiert hatte. So gewann sie ihre Selbstsicherheit zurück und hatte bald die Kugeln in ihrer Lustgrotte vergessen.

Für die Demonstrationen, von denen der Vortrag so einige mit sich brachte, musste sie den Stromgenerator einschalten. Das Gerät war in der Lage Wechselströme unterschiedlicher Form und unterschiedlicher Frequenzen zu erzeugen, was sie bei jeder geplanten Demonstration benötigen würde.

Maybritt zuckte vor Schreck zusammen, als sie spürte, dass die Kugeln in ihrer Vagina anfingen zu vibrieren. Tief einatmend überwand sie das Gefühl und es gelang ihr, der Vortrag fortzusetzen, ohne sich auffällig zu benehmen. Erste Schweißperlen standen ihr auf der Stirn.

Damit die nächste Demonstration erfolgreich sein konnte, musste sie nicht nur die Form von “Sinus” auf “Dreieck” ändern, sondern auch noch Frequenz und besonders die Intensität erhöhen.

Die Wirkung traf sie völlig unerwartet. War es vorhin ein leichtes Vibrieren gewesen, war es jetzt eine Stimulation, die ihr den Atem nahm. Sie musste einfach leise aufstöhnen, was der Frau des Dekans ebenso wenig entging wie der Journalistin.

Der Blick aus Ritas blauen Augen sagte ihr alles. Das kleine geile Luder hatte das irgendwie geplant, ums sie hier vor Publikum so zu erregen, dass sie…

Mit einem schnellen Dreh schaffte Maybritt es, das Gerät abzuschalten, kurz bevor sie in einem solchen Maße erregt war, dass sie den Vortrag nicht mehr hätte fortsetzen können. Aber Maybritt war klar, dass sie das Gerät immer wieder einschalten musste im Laufe des Vortrags.

Zum Glück war eine Pause eingeplant, und es gelang ihr den Vortrag so umzustrukturieren, dass sie vor der Pause das Gerät nur noch zweimal mit niedriger Leistung und betreiben musste. Das erregte sie zwar, aber nur ein wenig und sie wurde leicht damit fertig.

Sie hatte geplant, in der Pause die Toilette aufsuchen zu können, um sich der Kugeln zu entledigen. Doch die Journalistin hielt sie zurück.

“Das fällt schon auf, wie viel Vergnügen Sie an der Wissenschaft haben, Maybritt.” stellte sie fest. serik escort “Ich darf Sie doch so nennen?”

“Natürlich”, antwortete Maybritt in der Hoffnung, die Fragerin bald loszuwerden.

“Manchmal hatte ich den Eindruck, dass es sie geradezu sexuell erregt. Stimmt das?” fragte der Quälgeist weiter.

“Ja sicher … äh … nein … das verstehen Sie ganz falsch”, stotterte die blonde Wissenschaftlerin.

“Ach kommen Sie …”

Dummerweise trat jetzt auch noch die Frau des Dekans zu ihr nach vorn, um philosophische Betrachtungen mit ihr zu diskutieren. Zwar musste sie das verfängliche Thema mit der Journalistin nicht fortsetzen, aber es ergab sich keine Chance, zur Toilette zu gehen. Sie musste den Vortrag mit den Kugeln in ihrem Unterleib fortsetzen.

Die nächste Demonstration, der erste Höhepunkt des Vortrags, benötigte eine Überlagerung verschiedener Stromformen unterschiedlicher Frequenzen mit hoher Intensität. Maybritt war klar, dass das erheblich heftigere Vibrationen auslösen würde, als das bisher der Fall gewesen war. Aber sie hatte keine Wahl. Sie wappnete sich und schaltete ein. Die Stimulation war sehr kräftig und unter anderen Umständen hätte es ihr sicher sehr gefallen, aber jetzt war es schrecklich. Mit aller Anstrengung gelang es ihr, den aufkommenden Orgasmus zu unterdrücken. Zum Glück musste sie in der Schlussphase der Demonstration keine Erläuterungen mehr geben, sie hätte in dem Augenblick kaum sprechen können. Dicke Schweißperlen standen ihr auf der Stirn, aber es war trotz Klimaanlage recht warm hier, was neben natürlichem Lampenfieber wohl für jeden als Erklärung ausreichen sollte.

Als sie dann ihren Vortrag fortsetzte, tat es ihr leid, dass sie den Orgasmus unterdrückt hatte. Jetzt war sie so geil, dass sie kaum einen klaren Gedanken fassen konnte. Trotzdem gelang es ihr irgendwie, weiter zu machen. Ein kurzer Blick zu Rita zeigte ihr, dass die verwundert den Kopf schüttelte.

Die nächste Vorführung benötigte eine geringere Intensität, doch auch die reichte, um Maybritt in ihrem Zustand totaler Erregung zum Orgasmus zu bringen. Da in diesem Augenblick die Augen des Dekans und seiner Frau auf ihr ruhten, konnte sie sich nicht einmal kurz vom Publikum abwenden. Rita lächelte jetzt wieder und nickte der Referentin zu.

Maybritt musste nicht lange warten, bis der Orgasmus abgeklungen war, so dass sie ihren Vortrag fortsetzen konnte. Das fiel ihr jetzt wesentlich leichter, und das war auch gut so, da sie jetzt eine längere Erklärung rüberbringen musste. Allerdings konnte sie ein heftiges Atmen zwischen den Sätzen nicht unterdrücken, das ihre Erregung deutlich zeigte.

So hatte sich ihr Körper sich schon ganz gut erholt und sie sich beruhigt, als sie sich an die beiden Abschluss Demonstrationen begeben musste. Die erste war zwar eher harmlos, was die Intensität anging, aber dafür sehr langwierig, so dass Maybritt zum Ende wieder extrem aufgegeilt war. Am liebsten hätte sie sich die Klamotten vom Leibe gerissen, um sich total wild durch…

Sie musste diese Gedanken stoppen, sonst würde es noch zu einem Unglück kommen.

Nach ein paar erklärenden Worten, zwischen denen sie ein leises, aber trotzdem gut hörbares Keuchen nicht unterdrücken konnte, startete sie die Abschluss Vorführung. Während sie die Intensität langsam steigerte und dabei auch zusätzliche Formen mischte, steigerten sich die Vibrationen der Kugeln in ihr ins Unermessliche. Maybritt konnte ein deutliches Stöhnen nicht mehr unterdrücken. Schweiß stand jetzt überall auf ihrem Körper. Der gewaltige Orgasmus überkam sie so heftig, dass sie sich festhalten musste, um nicht das Gleichgewicht zu verlieren.

Zum Ende des Vortrags trat der Dekan kurz vor, um dem Publikum Gelegenheit zu Fragen zu geben. Zu Maybritts Glück kamen nur ein paar einfache Fragen, die der Dekan selbst beantwortete, so dass sie Gelegenheit hatte, den Höhepunkt der Wellen zu überwinden.

“Entschuldigung, aber wäre nicht eine Kaskadierung der alpha-Impulse noch effektiver?” fragte ausgerechnet Rita. Einige der Zuschauer sahen sie erstaunt an, schließlich sah sie noch um einiges jünger aus, als sie war. Und ein so weit gehendes Verständnis des vorgestellten Prinzips war eigentlich erst bei einem älteren Studenten oder einem Wissenschaftler zu erwarten.

“Ja, das stimmt”, musste Maybritt antworten. Auch ihr war unklar, woher Rita so ein Wissen hatte. Sie selbst hatte ihr jedenfalls nichts darüber erzählt. “Aber das konnte ich allein nicht demonstrieren. Dazu muss auch das Gerät dort hinten bedient werden, was ich getan hätte, wenn mein Professor den Vortrag gehalten hätte. Leider ließ sich so schnell niemand finden, der mir hätte assistieren können.”

“Wenn Sie erlauben, würde ich ihnen gerne helfen.”

Maybritt erschreckte.

Der Dekan war skeptisch, eine Fremde an die teuren Geräte der Uni zu lassen. Doch seine Frau intervenierte. Und auch die Journalistin neben ihr wollte den Effekt unbedingt sehen.

“Die junge Frau hier scheint mir äußerst begabt zu sein und zu wissen, wovon sie redet. Du solltest ihr eine Chance geben.” bat ihn seine Frau.

“Ja, bitte tun Sie das”, fügte die Journalistin hinzu und zu ihrem Begleiter, dem Senator gewandt, fuhr sie fort: “Was meinen Sie dazu, Wolfhardt?”

“Ja, aber sicher.”

“Na gut, wenn Sie also bitte noch die letzte Demonstration durchführen würden, Frau Dr. K.”

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Hallo, mein Name ist Mary. Ich bin 28 Jahre alt, ca. 1,75 m gross, schlank, habe blaue Augen und schwarze, lange Haare. Diese Geschichte ist eine erotische Fantasie aus den Augen meines Freundes geschrieben. Viel Spass beim lesen…

Wenn ich mich kurz vorstellen dürfte? Ich heisse Dirk, bin 28 Jahre alt, schlank, blond und blauäugig. Ich würde nicht behaupten ein Adonis zu sein, aber von schlechten Eltern sicherlich auch nicht. Ich habe eine Freundin, Mary ihr Name. Wir sind schon seit fast 2 Jahren zusammen und sie ist eine richtige Sexbombe. Sie hat langes, schwarzes Haar, einen blassen Teint, blaue Augen und ist schlank mit genau den richtigen, weiblichen Rundungen. Im grossen und ganzen Verlief unsere Beziehung super und auch im Bett liessen wir es richtig krachen…

Das dachte ich zumindest, bis zu dem einen Tag…

Es war ein Mittwoch im July. Mary hatte Urlaub und ich musste zu diesem Zeitpunkt leider arbeiten wegen einer innerbetrieblichen Urlaubssperre. In dieser Woche hatte ich auch noch Spätschicht, die bis 22 Uhr pro Tag ging. Allerdings durfte ich an jenem besagten Mittwoch aufgrund weniger Aufträge bereits um 19.30 Uhr Feierabend machen.

-Super.- dachte ich freudig -Da lohnt es sich noch spontan meinen Schatz besuchen zu gehen.-

Laut ihrer Sms von heut Mittag wollte Mary auch zu Hause bleiben. Wir wohnen nämlich noch nicht zusammen, sondern sie wohnt mit ihrer Mutter, die sich jedoch in dieser Woche im Urlaub befand, in einem Haus. Und für heute Abend waren wir eigentlich nicht verabredet.

Ich stieg also in den Bus und fuhr zu meiner Freundin. Von der Haltestelle aus war es noch ein kleiner Fußweg und ich freute mich sehr meinen Schatzi zu überraschen. Ihr Haus war schon in Sichtweite, als ich einen silberfarbenen Mercedes bemerkte der in auch in unmittelbarer Nähe des Hauses parkte. Ein Mann stieg aus.

Ich staunte nicht schlecht, denn ich kannte diesen Mann! Es war Herr Wippers, ihr Chef. Auf einer Betriebsfeier hatte ich ihn mal kurz kennengelernt. Er war ein 61-jähriger, dicklicher, kleiner, alter Mann mit einer graumelierten Halbglatze und einen grauen Schnäuzer. Er trug einen unmodischen Stoffanzug und ich sah, wie er zielstrebig zur Haustür meiner Freundin ging und klingelte.

-Hat der wieder mal was vergessen?- dachte ich und hoffte, dass er recht schnell konyaaltı escort bayan wieder gehen würde.

Dann sah ich noch wie die Haustür aufgedrückt wurde und Herr Wippers drinnen verschwand. Nun wo er Mary wohl noch Arbeit auf´s Auge drückte, und das sogar in ihrem Urlaub, würde sie in dem Moment eher weniger freudig überrascht sein und da ich auch nicht scharf drauf war noch ihrem Chef zu begegnen beschloß ich zu warten bis er wieder gegangen ist. Ich steuerte den Garten, der nicht grossartig einsehbar war, an um nicht vor dem Haus herumzulungern.

Dort bemerkte ich das die Terrassentür auf Kipp stand und hörte Stimmen.

-Oha. Ist Mary also mit ihrem Boss ins Wohnzimmer der Mutter gegangen.- dachte ich und konnte nicht wiederstehen Mäuschen zu spielen. So näherte ich mich also der von weissen Vorhängen verhüllten Terrasse. Ich schlich mich regelrecht ran und positionierte mich so, dass man mich von drinnen nicht wirklich wahrnehmen und ich sehen und hören konnte.

Ich sah sie am Esstisch sitzen. Mary war gerade aufgestanden und fragte:

“Noch einen Kaffee, Helmut?”

Sie trug ein weisses Top und einen rosafarbenen, dünnen, kurzen Stoffrock. Es war ja auch ein warmer Tag gewesen.

“Sehr gerne, Mary!” antwortete Herr Wippers und Mary verschwand aus dem Zimmer. Nach ein paar Minuten kam sie wieder und stellte die wohl neu gefüllte Kaffeekanne auf den Tisch.

Plötzlich langte Herr Wippers mit seiner Hand an den Po meiner Perle und sagte:

“Hmmm, dein geiler Arsch macht mich wieder so richtig geil…”

Ich sah und hörte wie Mary sich ein wenig zu ihm drehte und meinte:

“Rrrr, so wie letztens im Büro?”

Fassungslos ging ich einen Schritt zur Seite. Ich wusste nicht ob ich heulen, lachen oder alles kurz und kleinschlagen sollte. So dermassen gemischt waren meine Gefühle.

-Diese kleine Schlampe…” dachte ich und malte mir schon die härtesten Sexszenen im Kopf aus. Seltsamerweise wurde ich doch noch sehr neugierig, was wohl noch passieren würde und positionierte mich wieder.

Herr Wippers und Mary standen sich nun direkt gegenüber. Herr Wippers Hände glitten über ihr Top und blieben an ihrem Busen hafte.

“Oooh ja.” entfuhr es Mary, die es meinen Augen zufolge sehr genoss muratpaşa escort bayan sogar.

“Das gefällt dir wohl, was?” hörte ich Herrn Wippers sagen und sah wie er ohne Unterlass ihre prallen Titten mit seinen Händen liebkoste.

Trotz den Wut und der Enttäuschung auf meine Freundin, bemerkte ich auf einmal was. Ich hatte nämlich schon eine ziemliche Beule in der Hose. Die Vorstellung wie Mary sich von ihrem alten, hässlichen Boss durchficken ließ und ich sie ja dabei bespannte turnte mich total an. Ich fing an meinen Schwanz über meiner Hose zu reiben, während ich wie gebannt zusah.

Herr Wippers Hände packten sich nun den Saum des Tops und zogen es aus. Mary trug heute keinen BH und stand nun so barbusig vor ihm. Er musterte ihre Titten und begrapschte und knetete sie ordentlich. Ihre Nippel waren hart vor Erregung.

“Du bist ja ganz schön erregt. Mal fühlen wie nass dein enges Fötzchen wohl ist…” sagte Herr Wippers lüstern. Mary stöhnte leise, als seine Hände sich von ihren Titten lösten und nach unten glitten. Diese waren auch ganz schnell unter ihrem Rock und nun stöhnte Mary lauter auf:

“Oooh jaa.”

“Pitschnass, das Höschen!” sagte Herr Wippers grinsend und befahl:

“Dann zieh dich mal ganz schnell aus!”

Mittlerweile war es auch dunkel und zum Glück nicht kalt. Ich hielt es nicht mehr aus. Meine Eier platzten förmlich vor Geilheit und ich öffnete meine Hose. Mein Schwanz war sowas von steif… ich sah wieder in das Zimmer hinein und fing an zu wichsen…

Mary stand mittlerweile ganz nackt vor ihm. Sie wirkte etwas zittrig und sehr, sehr aufgegeilt.

Herr Wippers räumte den Esstisch frei und befahl ihr in lüsternem Tonfall:

“Setz dich auf den Tisch und mach die Beine breit!”

Sie gehorchte und setzte sich, wie gewünscht. Herr Wippers hatte nun eine freie Sicht auf ihre feuchte, komplett rasierte Fotze. Er genoss sichtlich den Anblick und öffnete seine Hose um seinen Schwanz herauszuholen. Es war ein dicker, unbeschnittener Pimmel, der vor Geilheit tropfte.

Auch er fing nun an zu wichsen und sagte keuchend zu Mary:

“Spreiz deine Schamlippen und öffne dein Fotzloch!”

Wieder gehorchte sie und präsientierte ihrem Boss ihr rosa Fickfleisch.

“Geile Fotze!” serik escort bayan hechelte Herr Wippers wichsenderweise und fügte hinzu:

“Soll ich sie dir mit meinem Schwanz stopfen?”

Mary antwortete lustvoll:

“Ja, Helmut, fick meine enge Möse!Besorg´s mir richtig!”

Unlängst waren Wut und Enttäuschung bei mir der puren Geilheit gewichen. Meine mich betrügende Freundin beim bumsen heimlich beobachten. Und dann noch mit ihrem alten, hässlichen Chef, der locker ihr Opa sein könnte. Irgendwie grotesk, aber trotzdem dermaßen geil das ich immer schneller werdend meinen Schwanz massierte und die Lusttropfen immer mehr wurden…

Herr Wippers zog meine Freundin an die Kante des Tischs und ich sah wie er mit seinem kleinem, dicken Schwanz über ihre Möse glitt.

“Jaaa.” stöhnte Mary auf.

“Jetzt wirste so gefickt wie letztens bei mir im Büro! Darauf steht meine kleine, triebhafte Angestellte doch, oder?” keuchte Herr Wippers und steckte seinen Pimmel in Marys nasse Fotze. Deutlich sah ich wie der Alte in die Frau eindrang, die ich meine Freundin nennen durfte.

Beide stöhnten und Herr Wippers machte die dazugehörigen Bewegungen. Ich weiss nicht ob ichs mir eingebildet hab, aber ich meine ihre nasse Spalte geil schmatzen gehört zu haben. Meine Atmung wurde ebenfalls schneller… gleich, es dauerte nicht lange, dann würde es mir kommen…

Dabei sah ich wie Herr Wippers Mary vögelte und schneller wurde. Ihr Stöhnen wurde lauter und ich hörte Herrn Wippers sagen:

“Jaaa… du geiles Stück… ich komme…”

“Oooh ja. Spritz in meine Fotze…” erwiderte Mary.

“JAAHAA…” entfur es Herrn Wippers laut und er hörte auf sich zu bewegen.

“War das geil… mich so heftig zu ficken, Helmut.” sagte Mary und ich sah wie Herr Wippers seinen ollen Penis aus ihr rauszog. Ich schnaufte, war selbst kurz vor dem Orgasmus und wo ich sehen konnte wie der Ficksaft des alten Chefes aus der Fotze meiner Freundin floss, konnte ich nicht mehr. Ich spritzte ab… es war schon nicht wenig u. mein Sperma flatschte zu Boden.

Ich packte meinen wichsverschmierten Pimmel wieder in meine Hose und sah, wie sich drinnen bereits angezogen wurde. Herr Wippers sagte:

“So, Mary… war das geil. Ich muss nun los… meine Frau wartet sicherlich schon! Wir sehen uns dann am Montag nach deinem Urlaub. Und vergiss nicht, dir Strapse an diesem Tag anzuziehen, ok?”

“Mach ich, Helmut… alles was du willst.” meinte Mary grinsend und verabschiedeten sich.

Ich hörte wie Herr Wippers in sein Auto einstug und wegfuhr. Ich verweilte noch ein Augenblick draussen, rauchte eine und ging Richtung Haustür um zu klingeln. Was und wie ich nun reagieren sollte, wusste ich allerdings nicht…