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Authors Note: This story takes place in a universe where animal girls and boys, called Dobatsu, exist and live on a separate planet than humans do. These stories will most likely not contain furries, but rather people that look mostly human but have a few animal-like features to them. For comparison, look up Monster Musume, Monster Girl Quest, or Monster Girl Encyclopedia as examples. This story, as well as all other stories made by me, will not focus on biological physics and logic. It will instead focus on something that is commonly referred to as Hentai Physics. This is a term that signifies something sexual being performed that, if performed on a human being in real life, would 100% kill them. The stories are not meant to be realistic, nor will they ever be. This is for the extremely kinky and feature fetishes such as Stomach Deformation, Cum Inflation, and Cum Fountaining. Continue only if you wish to read stories about this. Please have a good day.

Keys for Species of Dobatsu:

Otami-Wolf person

Kitsune-Fox person

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College can be rather boring at times. Sometimes you have something to occupy yourself with. Like projects or experiments. But at other times, the professor will be talking about something that is totally useless to you. This leads to boredom, and boredom, as we all know, can lead to doing things that you normally wouldn’t do. Such as having sex with your boyfriend in class and hoping no one sees you doing it. This is exactly what Jess did.

Jess was an Otami that was rather passionate about almost anything she did. She liked to cook and tried her best to make the food as tasty as she could for her boyfriend, Geno, and she was also a very loving and caring girl as well. Not to mention sorta clingy. She enjoyed learning about the things she would use later in life, as well, but when it’s something that she either knows about already or knows for certain that it’s something that she doesn’t need to know, she stops paying attention and attempts to sleep.

And that was exactly what was happening at this moment. She wasn’t enjoying the things she was being taught and thus was instead attempting to snooze off so that she didn’t have to pay any attention to them, attempting to sleep away the class by using her coat as a blanket. However, today something was going to be different. Her boyfriend decided to pay a visit to class to check up on her.

As she was snoozing in the back of the classroom, with her feet on the desk and the coat laying on her for warmth, Geno peeked into the room to see if he could spot her. And it was rather easy too due to her being very close to the door, being so far back in the class that she was the only one in the row.

This gave Geno the opportunity to sneak into the room and go to where Jess was. Seeing that she was asleep, he picked her up and set her in his lap. He failed to keep her asleep though, and she started to wake up right after being set in his lap.

“Morning, Babe.” Geno said, wrapping his arms and multiple fox tails around her. Jess, still sleepy and not entirely aware of her surroundings, snuggled into the tails, thinking that they were blankets.

“Jess, wake up. You’re still in class, dummy.” The Otami girl reluctantly stretched and opened her eyes, trying to get the sleep out of her. She realized that the things that were wrapped around her weren’t her covers at all.

“Huh?” She was confused at what was around her, so she grabbed one of them and felt it. It was nice and fluffy, something that she definitely wouldn’t mind sleeping in. However, she realized what it was immediately after feeling a kiss on her neck.

“Baby!” she exclaimed, turning around and hugging her Kitsune lover, tail wagging fast and happy. Geno smiled and hugged her back. She was always so cute when she was happy like this. And since she was so clingy, she got happy almost every time she saw him.

“Looks like you don’t really care about your class right now.” He looked behind her to see what they were teaching, and he saw them learning how to cook what looked like salmon.

“I can see why, too. You already got salmon perfect. You don’t even need to be in this classroom.” Jess giggled and snuggled into his chest. She felt really comfy like this and felt like going back to sleep, but kept herself awake.

“Yea, well, that, and I sorta didn’t get much sleep last night. Nightmares, you know?” She would sometimes suffer from nightmares when she slept, and her lover couldn’t do much to prevent it. Just hold her close at night and make sure she felt safe and protected. Geno wanted to do more, but with nightmares, there isn’t much you really can do.

“What were they about this time?” He asked while petting her. bağcılar escort She nuzzled his shirt and hummed happily.

“Let’s not talk about that right now. For now, we can spend time together.” Smiling up at him, she happily snuggled against his chest. As she was nuzzling him, her coat fell off of her. Geno took her coat off the rest of the way and put it on the floor next to the desk.

“You know, it doesn’t look like anyone would notice if we did some things.” Jess blushed a bit, starting to think of lewd things, but she wanted to make sure that Geno was suggesting first.

“U-um…Such as what? Cuddling?” she asked, trying and failing to hide her blush. Her thinking that he might have been thinking of something lewd was confirmed when Geno gave her ass a squeeze.

“You know, some personal time~” Jess blushed heavily at the thought of doing something like that in the classroom, but then again, everyone did seem to busy with cooking to notice if they were doing anything. The clattering of pots and pans and the sizzling of the students making the salmon would probably add to the distraction, especially since the ones that never cooked it before would get it wrong a couple of times before finally getting it right. After thinking for a minute, she decided that she didn’t have much else to do in class, so why not?

“Well…Ok. But we have to stay quiet, alright? I don’t want to get in trouble because we fucked in class.” she said this as she was taking off her shirt, revealing her bra and with it, her D cups. Geno wanted to start fucking her right away, but restrained himself. He wanted to make sure that Jess enjoyed this to the fullest. He kissed her and grabbed her breast, squeezing it gently and eliciting a moan from Jess. Wanting to get out of the open so no one could have a chance to see them, the kitsune picked up Jess and laid her on the floor.

“There. No one can see us here. We won’t get in trouble anymore.” He went back to kissing her, and she happily kissed back. Deciding that they weren’t moving fast enough along, Geno decided to speed things up by kissing lower. He kissed her neck and then bit it gently, enjoying the soft moans his lover was making. As he was busy with her neck, Jess was trying to reach into the pocket of her jacket for something. She pulled out a red collar, pushing Geno gently out of the way and clipping it on. Seeing his girlfriend wear a collar was rather arousing for him.

“I don’t know why you had that in your jacket pocket, but right now, I’m glad you did. Really glad~” He pulled her mini skirt down as he said this, eager to make her feel amazing. In his haste, he almost ripped the skirt. Jess started to strip herself so he didn’t tear any of her clothing.

“Baby, I have to wear this still, be careful.” She set her clothes to the side and looked up to see Geno stripping down as well. Seeing him naked always made her blush, but since they were doing it in a classroom of a culinary school, it made it much more embarrassing. She didn’t resist at all as he climbed on top of her and kissed her again.

“Trust me, I don’t think you’ll be able to even fit in them by the time I’m done with you, sweetheart.” Grabbing onto a breast, he gave it a gentle squeeze before starting to massage it. Given the moans that he was getting from her, he knew that it felt amazing. Jess was slightly concerned about something though. She knew how much Geno could cum, and since they were in class, it might not be the best place for her to get turned into a cum balloon.

“H-hey, don’t fill me up too much, ok? I still need to be able to move and leave the classroom.” She didn’t exactly wanna have to explain to her professors why she was naked and her stomach was the size of a bed. And she didn’t want to explain why the floor was covered in a white liquid. She could probably get away with it if she gave him a blowjob or a titjob, but knowing Geno, he’s going to fuck her pussy instead. It would definitely be rather difficult to say it was milk while it was leaking from her ass. However, he didn’t seem to care much.

“No promises~” Of course he was going to hold back, but he was still going to fill her up as much as he could get away with. To him, the sexiest thing in the world was to see her filled to the brim with his semen leaking out from all three of her holes. As he imagined this, he began to get an erection. He made sure to put restrictions on his dick’s size by using his Essence. That way he wouldn’t reach his full size, or cum nearly as much. But he still made sure it would be plenty enough to turn Jess into a sexy cum dump. He let his cock reach 2 feet in length and as thick as a soda can before he put his zeytinburnu escort Essence restraints on it. Now he was locked in at this size, and he wasn’t going to go down. Not until he turned her into a sperm-filled mess.

Jess immediately started to lick and suck the tip of it, knowing that she needed to lube it up for what was going to happen. She made sure to put her huge tits to good use, and used them to rub the length of his dick as well. Geno moaned a little from the stimulation, but tried to hold it in. He didn’t want them to be discovered, especially not so early into the fun. Looking down at her, he saw that she was watching him with a lustful look in her eyes. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. Geno wasn’t about to turn her down, either.

“You seem rather eager, don’t you?” he said, putting a hand on her head and pushing down gently. This forced more of his cock down her wet throat, but she wasn’t ready for this. She gagged and pulled back a bit, but almost immediately tried to take it back in. She took it down her throat, ignoring her gag reflex, and she managed to get it halfway down her throat before she couldn’t take anymore. Geno was taken by surprise by this, and it took all his effort to not let out a loud moan from the feeling of Jess deepthroating his dick. As she bobbed her head slowly, he couldn’t keep it in and moaned. It wasn’t loud or quiet, but it was loud enough that in any normal classroom, it would have been heard. But due to the sounds of cooking, it was easily drowned out.

All caution was thrown to the wind at this moment. Geno couldn’t wait any longer. Her pulled Jess off his cock and pushed her down, lining himself up with her pussy. She didn’t have enough time to brace herself before she felt it thrust in. Right before she could scream out, he kissed her and muffled it. She felt pain and pleasure at the same time, but right now it was mostly on the pain side. After a minute or two, Geno broke the kiss.

“Are you ok now? Should I wait more or pull out?” he said, hoping he hadn’t taken it too far and hurt her. After a few more seconds of recovering, Jess looked up at him with a warm smile.

“You’re…You’re fine now. You can keep going if you want to.” She was fine, which relieved the kitsune. He pushed in more but made sure that it was at a slow pace. He didn’t want to risk hurting her again. This time, she felt pleasure, and a lot of it. The feeling of getting filled by her lover’s cock made it feel so much better. When Geno’s dick was halfway in, he stopped and began to thrust gently. Jess bit his shoulder gently, trying to keep the moans as silent as she could, but it was hopeless. She moaned loudly as Geno kissed her to keep it in. He knew that they wouldn’t be able to stay silent, so he began to concentrate his Essence to make a soundproof barrier around them. This way, they could have fun as loud as they wanted and no one would hear them. However, concentrating his Essence on that took some away from his cocks restraints. Right as the Barrier went up, his cock grew even bigger, lengthening by another foot and become as thick as a two-liter bottle. Jess screamed out, her stomach bulging to just under her breasts now with the sudden increase in size. She wasn’t in pain, but extreme pleasure.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” Geno said, holding her hips in a death grip and trying to keep from cumming directly into her womb. He couldn’t stop himself from ramming more into her, however, and pretty soon he found himself balls deep inside her pussy. His dick was very clearly seen due to the bulge that was currently large enough to be eye level with her right now. He didn’t plan on it being this big, but now they could make as much noise as they wanted. Jess was using this to its full extent as she screamed in pleasure under him. Pulling out of her, he flipped her onto her stomach and rammed back in. In this position, he would be able to pound her much harder and faster. Grabbing onto her hips tightly, Geno started thrusting his hips quickly, ramming his cock in and out of her tight pussy harder and faster than she could handle.

She screamed and moaned underneath him, unable to feel anything but pure pleasure with his dick stretching her so much. She couldn’t think straight as he rammed in and out of her womb, molding her small body around his massive cock. It felt like absolute heaven to her. She couldn’t hold it in anymore and she came all over his dick. This lubed it up even more and let him slide in and out easier, which gave them both more pleasure and had Jess cumming constantly. Geno could feel himself getting close as well, and pulled out. Neither of them wanted to deal with pups while Jess florya escort was in college, so he would need to finish somewhere else. Immediately, he rammed as deep as he could into her asshole, her own juices acting as lube, and started thrusting into her just as fast as he was into her pussy. She screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure as her ass was stretched out suddenly, her lover fucking her harder and harder with each passing second. Geno couldn’t hold on any longer and rammed in all the way, pinning her down so she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Then it started. He began to cum into Jess, the first wad of cum bulging her stomach outwards by an extra foot with how much force it was being shot into her. After a few seconds, the first one ended and the second wad began, already making her look several months pregnant. A third, a fourth, and a fifth wad came out, each bigger than the last. She moaned loudly as she felt herself being filled with the thick, hot sperm of her boyfriend. Her stomach had grown large enough to touch the floor and start spreading out by the sixth wad. A seventh, eighth, and ninth came out as well, and her stomach began to lift her off the floor. She couldn’t hold much more cum, and it started to go to the only other place it could go to. At the tenth wad, it burst out of her mouth and onto her tits. This was a sign to Geno to pull out. He did so slowly, letting the eleventh wad fill her as well. He pulled out of her just as the twelfth wad shot out and onto her back. His cum was dying down, but he still had a bit to go. He went in front of her and shot some of his semen on her face before sticking it in her mouth. The amount he was cumming was enough to fill her mouth almost instantly, but on instinct, she began to drink it. She couldn’t get it all and most of it spilled down her chin and onto her breasts. His last three wads of cum managed to get partially down her throat but mostly covered her boobs in a layer of thick, white, creamy sperm.

Pulling out of her mouth, Geno fell back onto his ass, panting at how much he came even with the restraints on. Jess wasn’t very aware of her surroundings, with cum leaking out of her ass like a waterfall and out of her mouth like a stream. After a minute recover, he saw that the class was about to end and that they needed to get dressed and get out. That would be rather difficult to do with Jess’s body suspended on her massively distended stomach like she was laying on a bean bag chair.

“Shit, I let myself go a little too much here, didn’t I?” Jess was too large to be drained before class was over, so the only option that came to his mind was to teleport. However, teleporting took a massive amount of Essence, so he’d need to take away all concentration on his Essence to perform it. He also needed to be in contact with Jess to teleport her as well. Knowing full and well what was to come, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her ass again, making her let out a gargled moan. Taking a deep breath, he concentrated and removed all restraints he had. His dick grew to double its size, bulging out her stomach even with all the cum in it, and his balls grew five times larger, touching the ground and acting as a chair to him. Then he lowered the soundproof barrier and concentrated. After a few seconds, they disappeared from the classroom and appeared in their bathroom tub at their log cabin. Sighing in relief, Geno put the restraints back on his cock and balls at full power, shrinking them to an average humans size.

“Fuck, that was amazing~ Now to get you back to normal size.” he said while rubbing her massive belly. Pushing down, he started to help the draining process a bit, forcing the cum to flow out of her ass faster. This also made her vomit up his seed in large volumes. It took a while, almost 10 minutes, but she was eventually drained. However, she was still lost in pleasure and would most likely come out of it in the morning.

“Looks like you won’t be getting that shower today, will you? Oh well. Time for bed.” Picking up the cum covered Otami, he carried her to the bed. Laying down, he laid her on top of him, letting her head rest on his chest. Geno pet his future wife while basking in the afterglow of the sex.

“I love you, Jess.” he said in a loving voice. She snuggled subconsciously into his chest as if to say, ‘I love you too’. Smiling at the sight, the happy and satisfied kitsune laid his head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes to sleep.

After a minute, however, his eyes shot open as he came to a sudden realization.

“I left her clothes in the classroom, didn’t I?”

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A/N: Hey guys! To everyone who made it this far, I hope you liked this! This is only my second erotic story, so I’m not that good at it yet. I definitely hope that you all enjoyed it, and I took advice from my first stories comments saying that it was a little rushed. Hopefully, this one isn’t too rushed. I hope you all enjoyed this story, and don’t worry, more will be coming! Hopefully sooner than the timespan between this story and Vampiric Pleasure. See you all later!

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Cunnilingus, My Favorite Pastime

The First Installment of a Perverts Sex Life

Authored by a Fanatical Cunnilingus Addict

I love eating pussy, I love the taste and the smell, I love rubbing my face in it, I love sticking my nose in it, I love sticking my tongue in it and sucking it. I love the look of it, The bigger and the more its been used the better. I love large labia and large urethra openings that I can put my tongue in. There are no ugly pussy’s only eatable ones.

I would rather suck a pussy than fuck one, unless I can suck it after I fuck it. I have sucked and licked pussy after other guys or myself fuck them and this has always caused me to have a massive ejaculation. I enjoy the taste and the odor of a freshly fucked pussy. I also enjoy the taste of a woman’s mouth after a good blowjob. I didn’t always feel this way, let me explain.

I was born in the bible belt of Alabama, the only sex that was acceptable was the missionary position and only for married people. That was the rule unless you were the preacher of a major religion or into politics.

All the preachers and elected officials lived by their own rules. The preachers went after the babes with the biggest tits and the politicians did what ever they wanted. Eating pussy or getting a blowjob was a crime against nature. The people in office or in any other area of power were able to perform these acts but if a citizen without any authority practiced this and was caught, they went to prison.

I went down on my wife on our honeymoon, she liked it, as a matter of fact she loved it, cunnilingus became a main part of our sex life. In a marriage that lasted 12 years I probably had my face between her legs for a total of 4 years, I really liked sucking her pussy. I would eat her before we fucked, while we fucked and especially after we fucked. I became very fond of creampie. Still am.

Our favorite position was me laying on my back and her kneeling over my face; I could eat her for hours like this. She would hold onto the headboard of the bed and slide her pussy up and down on my face, it was great. She had multiple orgasms in this position and her juices would flow like unreal. As I was eating her one night she got so hot that she lost control of her bladder and I got a mouth full of pee. At first I was a little upset, hell I almost drowned, then I realized that I really didn’t mind and it turned me on. After that I would lick her pussy dry instead of her using toilet paper. I also learned to like eating her during her period. Maureen loved having my face between her legs, she knew that I was addicted to eating her as much as I was to cigarettes and that this gave her certain powers over me. She liked to have me eat bananas out of her pussy. When she would come up with some thing I didn’t go along with she would not let me have sex of any kind until I would do what she wanted. She decided that I should lick her asshole, I wasn’t to keen on the idea but I tried it. She went wild, she said that this gave her a thrill like nothing she had ever experienced before. From then on I had two holes to lick. If you have never licked your woman’s asshole aksaray escort you should do it at least once, she will either think you are the greatest lover or the sickest pervert on earth.

As I mentioned earlier I have sucked other guys cum from Maureen’s pussy, I didn’t know it at the time but I had tasted my best friends cum, my brothers cum and several unknown guys. I worked in job that required travel and when I was out of town she had several lovers visit her. She liked to have them fuck her when she knew that I would be back from a trip. When I returned to town I had to go to the office to turn in my paper work and I would call and let her know when I would be home. She would call one of her studs to come over and fuck her. She would also blow them. When I would get home she would meet me nude, give me a big sloppy kiss and then have me eat her. I thought she loved me so much that she just couldn’t wait until she had sex with me. Oh! Well, so much for the male ego. I did like the fact that she was always so well lubricated when I got home. Boy, I really turned her on, or so I thought.

Shortly after we were married I got her to suck me off, she had never done a blowjob before, or so she said. Any way I came in her mouth, you would have thought I had fed her poison. She jumped out of bed, ran to the bath room spiting my cum out on the way. Then she brushed her teeth and washed her mouth with Listerine and let me know that she would never suck me again. And she never did. I found out later that she liked giving head to other guys then would give me the big sloppy kisses. I never found out how many guys she had sex with. Probably best I don’t know, I do have the feeling that I sucked a lot of cock by proxy. I hope that I enjoyed it.

We had been married about 8 years when Maureen asked me if I would like to try a threesome, of course my first thought was 2 women and myself. Wrong! How about her first hubby and me. I never knew that there was a first hubby. Seems she got married when she was 15, they got a divorce at 16. I figured what the hell maybe it would be good. Also I had a secret desire to eat Maureen while she was being fucked. Maureen made the arrangements with Don and he came to our house on a Saturday morning. He seemed like a nice guy and he did bring a case of beer with him.

We made small talk and drank a few beers and got to know each other a bit. I was getting a little high and was getting excited that I would soon get to suck a pussy that was filled by another guy’s cock when Maureen came into the room naked. Don and I striped and naturally checked each other out. He had a longer cock than me but I had more girth. He was uncut and I am circumcised. Maureen came and sat on the couch between us and asked how we wanted to proceed. Don immediately said that he wanted one of Maureen’s fabulous blowjobs, which stunned me. I said she doesn’t do head, Don then said that she was the best cocksucker he had ever had. I looked at Maureen and asked what was going on. She said that she told me that she would never suck me again, not that she would never suck a çağlayan escort cock again. I wasn’t real happy with this but decided not to pursue it at the time. Besides I still wanted to eat her while Don was fucking her.

To get things started Maureen leaned over and sucked Don’s cock into her mouth. I got on the floor and started sucking her pussy. When Don got hard Maureen said that she would like him to fuck her. I moved away so she could straddle Don and slide his cock in her. He was sitting on the couch and she was on top of him, as she started humping him I licked her asshole. After a few minuets I asked her to turn around and let him enter her from behind so I could lick her pussy. She liked that idea and made the switch. It was a real turn on watching my wife slide Don’s cock into her pussy; I almost came watching this. After they got connected I started licking and sucking her clit while Don fucked her. It didn’t take long before I was licking the shaft of his cock along with her pussy. God, I had the hardest stiffest cock I had ever had. Don’s balls got tight and it was obvious that he was going to spill his load at any second. I wasn’t sure weather I should keep licking them or back off and watch, Don solved that for me. He started shooting cum in Maureen’s pussy and before I could move he pulled out and his cock went into my mouth. He finished in my mouth; I enjoyed that and sucked up all his juice. When I finished Don I sucked and licked all his cum from Maureen’s pussy and the cum from her ass. I still had a monster erection so I started fucking Maureen, after I came I got to suck my cum from her hot cunt.

We had to take a break and have another beer, Don asked me if I made a habit of sucking Maureen while she got fucked and giving such a good blowjob to the guy. I told him that this had been a first for both, but I hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Maureen was surprised to hear that I had sucked Don’s cock and said that she wanted to watch me do it. We had another beer and I got on the floor and took Don’s cock in my mouth and gave him a super blowjob and swallowed every drop of his cum. Maureen was turned on by watching me suck his cock and even had a orgasm.

This was the first time I knew that I was ingesting another mans cum by eating my wife’s pussy but it wasn’t the last time I did it. Maureen, Don and I had many more times together and we enjoyed them all.

I became quit a cocksucker as well as perfecting my skills at cunnilingus. I even managed to bring other men into our perverted life style.

I arranged a super gangbang on 1 occasion. Maureen had made a comment about being the only woman on an island with 5 or 6 guys for a week to see what it would be like. I couldn’t get the island but did find a resort where orgies were held and made reservations for a two-week stay. We arrived on a Monday and got settled into our room. Then decided to go to the pool and soak up some sun, that’s when Maureen found out that clothing was not allowed. There weren’t many people there that day, maybe 10 or 12, but there were enough to get her fucked 3 times at the cevizlibağ escort pool. When we got to the pool there were 5 men and a woman there, 2 of the guys were with the woman and the other 3 were together.

We got some chairs close to the 3 guys and I started putting sun tan lotion on Maureen’s back, when I was rubbing the lotion on her ass and between her legs the guys were very interested. The oldest guy (45 or 50) came over and asked if he could buy us a drink. Naturally we accepted. He sat in a chair with a full view between Maureen’s legs which she parted more so he could see her pussy. Shortly his 2 friends joined us; we all had 3 or 4 drinks then we were invited to their room to cool off. As soon as we were in the room Jack, our first guy asked if he could give Maureen a kiss, she turned to him and said sure, he pushed her onto the bed and started kissing her pussy. He did ask if he could kiss her and he didn’t say where. This was a good start to a lot of fucking and sucking for all of us.

It turned out that 1 of the younger men was Jack’s son and the other was a nephew. Jack had learned of this place years ago when he brought his wife here for a vacation. He was in for a big surprise. After his wife died he returned at least once a year for the no holds barred sex. This was the first trip for his son and nephew. Both guys seemed to be in shock watching Jack eating a woman he had just met while her husband sat and watched. Since we were all nude it was obvious that I was turned on as Jack moved up and started fucking her. By now both of these guys had erections, I told them that Maureen would suck a cock if they asked nicely. So they got on each side of her and offered her their cocks. There was my wife sucking on two cocks while being fucked, and she was enjoying it as much as I was.

After Jack cummed his son took his place fucking Maureen, then the third cock was placed into her cummy pussy. After he was finished and Maureen had all three loads of cum in and on her pussy she told me that it was time to clean her up, I was not expecting her to want me to eat her in front of these guys but that’s what she wanted. I felt embarrassed but I got on my knees and licked all the fuck juice off her and sucked what I could out of her. The guys liked watching me be humbled like that and from that point on they took full advantage of my servitude to my wife. They would fuck her and cum on her tits and have me lick them clean or eat her pussy. Maureen went along with every thing these guys came up with, me licking her asshole while they fucked her or licking their cum off her face after a blowjob. The last day the guys were there they ganged up on Maureen and all three of them did her at the same time, one in each opening and they all ended up fucking her in each hole. After they finished I had to lick their cum off her face, her pussy and her ass. Then my sweet darling wife had me suck each of them off. That night I got to suck my cum from her well used pussy.

For the next two days we were the only people at the resort and that worked in our favor. Maureen told me that she was sore and could use a day or two to recuperate from the first three guys. I wanted at least 5 men to use her as I thought that was a sexy number. When I was in high school a girl got into a gangbang with 5 guys and I thought that was as good as it could get. What I wanted was all 5 doing her at the same time but as you have seen from other parts of this story I don’t always get what I want.

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[Author’s Note: As usual, I would like to thank my editors: Bigg Mike, Captain Krunch, Rex and Latina. Without them, this chapter would have been just stuck in my mind. So give them a round of applause.

Next, to those who comment on the chapters, suggest things, and even send me messages on my email, thank you. I appreciate all of that. You guys are one of the major reasons why I continue this story.

Anyway, always remember, this is all just fiction.]

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Chapter IV: Epulo

(Ahhmm … fuck. Ahhh … you are so good, Marcus.)

As my Mom’s panting and dirty talk continued, I contemplated whether I should just bust into her room. But the fear of seeing her naked and in the arms of Marcus held me back. I still didn’t want to believe she’d had the audacity to cheat on my father. To make it worse, she did it with my classmate: a guy the same age as her own son.

I know he’s your lifesaver and everything, but why, Mom? Why?

Just then I heard the front door open, followed by footsteps.

“Honey, I’m home.”

It’s Dad. The situation was clearly heading from bad to worse. If he sees Mom with Marcus, there will be a riot.

I got up off of my bed and started pacing in circles around my room, trying to think of a way to avert the situation. Nothing came to my mind. I froze at the the creaking sound of my mother’s bedroom door as it was opened.

“Jesus, Eva!” I heard my father exclaim. It was too late.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Ummm….”

“Why are you naked?”

“Well….”

“And what’s with the apple?”

Apple?”

“Well, Greg. If you must know, I was masturbating.”

“I can see that. But doing it with an apple? Jesus.”

“Well, if you were fucking me from time to time, I wouldn’t have needed to resort to this.”

“Are we having this argument again? I’m tired, Eva.”

“Tired from what? Drinking?”

“Yes, drinking. So that at least for a moment, I could forget all of our problems and all of your whining—”

That seemed to be the last straw. The next thing I knew, I was listening to a scuffle.

“Get your hands off me!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Mom kept shouting, and Dad kept apologizing. And then I heard things being thrown.

“Ouch! Hey that was an apple!”

“Do you want something bigger? How about this lamp shade then?”

“No! Please, I’m sorry.”

“Get the fuck out!”

“Where am I going to sleep?”

“Sleep on the couch!”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” I muttered.

The door was slammed hard, after which Dad Mombled something I couldn’t understand, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. Meanwhile, sniffles and sobs emanated from within the room.

Lost amongst all of the confusion was any mention of the name my mother had mentioned while busy pleasuring herself. It was the same name of a person, who until some moments ago, I had convinced myself to see in a new light. While he hadn’t directly caused any of these incidents, the sterling image of him grew tarnished and I found myself once again detesting him.

I crawled back into bed. “Marcus….” I whispered dejectedly. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

———————————-

A growling pain in the vicinity of my stomach awakened me. As lay clutching my abdomen a warm sensation tingled within my rectum, followed by tepid air erupting out of my anus, accompanied by a strong and intense sound.

“Prrrttrrrtt…. Damn Mexican food!” I cursed under my breath after accidentally inhaling some of the foul-smelling gas. Now I had one more good reason to hate Crabbe, the horny sex-freak who’d delivered the food last night.

After stretching my arms and yawning, I looked at the clock on my phone: 7 am, time for me to eat breakfast and prepare for school. I stood up and walked out of my room…

The familiar smell of crisp bacon and fried eggs greeted my nostrils. It was refreshing compared to the revolting odor I had inhaled a few seconds ago. As I approached the kitchen, I saw that Mom was indeed cooking Dad’s favorite breakfast. But Dad was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Dad?”

“Work,” she replied laconically, giving out no further details.

Must be regretting their fight last night, and wanted to make amends by cooking breakfast for him. But of course, he left early for work, I reasoned to myself. I watched her dish up the bacon and eggs from the skillet, and then signal me to come into the kitchen. “Here’s your breakfast, honey.”

I sat on a chair at the table as she handed me the plate. Just as I was about to dig in, my stomach grumbled again. It made me clench my tummy.

“Uhhh…”

“What’s the matter, honey?” she said worryingly.

I gazed at her, mutely trying to send her signals that I was in distress and in no condition to answer. She just looked at me, uncomprehending, so I muttered, “Coño Caliente.”

“What?”

She didn’t say anything more, but instead went straight to the güngören escort bathroom. When she returned, I noticed she had a small cylindrical container in her hand. She popped the lid open, and took a white tablet.

“Take this. It will make you feel better.”

Probably an antacid. I took her advice, swallowed it and then reached for a glass of water from the table.

“Better just stay at home today, honey.” She smiled. After that, she walked back again towards the bathroom.

Yeah… I guess.

—————————–

(Det…det…det…det…det…det…de…ding…)

(Hello!)

(Whelpie Goldburg?)

(Yeah?)

(This is your 8 am wakie call from Hal!—)

I lay on the couch, watching some morning tv show called ‘Wakie from Hal’, having decided not to go to school today after all. I wasn’t really feeling well, and Mom had insisted. She had left about fifteen minutes ago, wearing a pink-and-black-striped tracksuit. When I had asked her where she was going, she’d answered, “I’m just going for a run in the park. I haven’t done so lately.”

“Why aren’t you going to the diner?” Why aren’t you going to work like you usually do around this time?

She’d frowned and averted her eyes. “Your father doesn’t want me to go to work at the diner anymore.” She looked quite sad as she left, and I felt I could understand why.

She’d told me that she really loved the work and had already made lots of friends there. But then again I could understand why Dad forbade her. Ever since Mom’s ‘incident’, he had been cautious, to the point of being overprotective, and this most likely irked her. I imagined they had argued heavily about his decision.

(Hi! I’m John Knockup. Welcome to WhackAss!”)

(Teng…di…dong…di…dong…teng…di…di…di…dong…di…)

I was getting bored. I thought of going out, but ultimately decided not to; I couldn’t think of any place to go to. Besides, I was still reeling in from the effects of my upset stomach. Instead, I just took a nap.

———–

“Honey, are you awake?”

“Wha—What?” I was suddenly awakened by my mother’s voice from the kitchen. I struggled as I tried to sit up, and felt dizzy. I took a few moments to get my bearings and then turned to face her.

“Can you pass me a beer, please?” Her request seemed highly unusual, as she was just a few steps away from the fridge. Also, the way she looked at me while leaning on the counter, her tongue curled toward her upper lip, seemed strange. I ignored the nagging thoughts in my head and settled on helping her out … perhaps she was just very tired from jogging.

“Here you go mu—Mom!” I dropped the beer: Mom was standing with her track pants and panties down to her ankles, while a naked, heavily-muscled black man sporting a thick and erect penis, had his face directly beneath her pussy. He lounged on the floor, with his back leaning against the counter.

“Careful with that beer, dog!” I watched Marcus jam two of his fingers into my mother’s opening, and drill them back and forth inside of her. He paused long enough to grab the beer can as it rolled across the floor toward him. After opening it, he started chugging down its contents.

“Come on darling, my pussy’s waiting.”

“Ooommppp … oommppp … let me finish this first, bitch.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Ooommppp … ooommmppp … ahhhh…. Hits the spot!”

I was stunned. I froze.

“Now, where was I?” Marcus tossed the beer can across the kitchen.

“I think you were on the part where you’re eating my pussy?”

“Oh, yeah … yeah … let me eat that fucker up.” He started gobbling on her cunt like it was some kind of pie. His long tongue pierced in and out, while his mouth nipped at the fleshy folds. At the same time, he probed her ass with a finger, wiggling it around inside.

“Ahh … god. You’re so fucking good, baby!”

“Schlurrp … glummp … nomnomm … nomnomm … schlurpp….”

“Oww … Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!” Based on her expression and the sounds she was making, she was loving every second.

“Nomnom … schlurppp … glummpp—”

“Owww … fuck! Owww … fuck!”

Suddenly, Marcus halted.

“Wait—why did you stop?”

“I want another beer.”

“Oh,” she muttered, clearly upset. She eyed me, and pointed to the fridge.

“Can you get this stud some more beer, honey?”

“What?” I was startled out of my frozen reverie by her second casual request.

“Are you fucking deaf? Get me some beer, fool!” Marcus barked at me. His angry tone and fiery stare made me nervous. I took a step back.

“Honey, just get him some beer,” Mom chimed in.

“Get me my beer, Boner Kid!” he taunted me with my annoying moniker.

Things were getting ugly. My mother seemed curious, and asked, with a raised eyebrow, “Boner Kid?”

“Yeah, the little fucker always gets a boner. Just look.” Marcus pointed to the tiny bulge in my pants.

I hadn’t even sensed my erection until beykent escort he’d specifically called attention to it. Even weirder, my penis seemed miniscule when I moved it against the fabric. I decided to check it out, and dropped my pants down to my knees. What I saw freaked me out. My cock — if you could still call it that – looked to be about the size of an eyeball. My pubic hair also didn’t help, as it shrouded my dick making it even harder to see.

“Oh my! Is that really a cock? I can’t even see it.”

“Hahahahaha…”

“It seems your pee-wee hasn’t even grown since the last time I saw it.”

My Mom then used her two fingers as if measuring with a very short ruler about two inches long, signifying the length of my dick. It made Marcus laugh so hard, he almost burst into tears.

“Peewee! Hahahahha….”

I was embarrassed. I couldn’t believe my own Mom would tease me like that.

“Enough! Now go get me my beer, faggot!”

Oh, it was enough alright. I decided I couldn’t take any more of it, so I defiantly answered him.

“No.”

“What did you say, fool?”

“No, I won’t.” I reiterated.

“I’m giving you one more chance. Go get me my BEER! Or else!”

“Or else what?” I rebutted, not afraid of his threat.

“Or else, I’ll lay the fuck out of you, Whack Ass style!”

“Whack Ass style?” Things were getting weirder and weirder by the second.

“That’s it, fool!”

‘Wham!!’ ‘Whush!’ A solid right punch hit me square on the nose, followed by a swift hook to the chin, and I fell to the ground.

“I’m sure that hit the spot!”

“Sorry about that darling, he’s kind of stupid sometimes.”

“Yeah, just like his father.”

“THUD!”

“THUD!!”

He kicked me several times in my abdomen; blood spewed from my nose. All this time, my mother just watched. She hadn’t even tried to stop the thrashing of her son.

“Bluurrggh … cough.”

“I told you honey, you should have just given him his beer.”

“THUD!”

“Pheww!” A kick in the face made me spit out one of my teeth. “Cough … cough … Arrgggh….” My right eye was now swollen shut. My breathing was also getting labored. Despite blurry vision, I saw Mom smiling devilishly at me. It was insane. She even seemed to be aroused by it, as she now began to play with her tits, and touch her own pussy.

“God, I’m getting horny, baby. Kiss me while you’re beating him?”

“Sure thing, girl.”

“Mmmm … mmm….”

“Mmmm … mmm….”

The last thing I witnessed before completely losing consciousness was my Mom French-kissing with Marcus, while giving his dick a hand job. While they shagged each other, they each grabbed the handle of a giant frying pan hanging from the beam in the ceiling, and proceeded to hit me on the head with it.

“WHACK!”

(Whack- Ass was brought to you by Golden Fountain.)

(Golden Fountain: It sure hits the spot!)

“Arrrggghh …” I groaned. My head throbbed as if it had been hit by a hammer. I massaged it, and opened my eyes. A ballerina figurine lay on its side, on the floor near the couch … it must have dropped on me while I was asleep.

(Up next: ETV Cribs—)

“Shit,” I muttered, and turned off the tv.

——–

“hey boyfie how cum u werent @ skul today?” Amanda texted me.

“im sick girlfie. lolz”

“=( aw are you alright?”

“im fine now jst rstng”

“=) want me to cum visit?”

“nah im okay”

It had been a long time since a girl had been worried about me. Other than my Mom, of course. It was a great feeling.

“ill def b ther aftR this class. ^_^” she replied.

“Oh no!” I uttered. It wasn’t that I didn’t want her to come and visit me, but I just felt awkward about it. ‘I had diarrhea’, wasn’t exactly an ideal thing to say to say to people, let alone your girlfriend.

I heard a knock on the front door.

“James honey, are you there? “

“I’m coming, Mom!” I shouted. I opened the door to see saw her smiling widely, flashing her pearly white teeth.

“Hi honey.” She was beaming with joy as she passed through and headed into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass of water, and thirstily drank it. After gulping down the last mouthful, she placed the empty glass on the table, then she eyed me and smirked.

“What’s happening? You seem very happy.”

She didn’t answer but instead countered with a question of her own. “How come you haven’t told me that you were classmates with Marcus?”

“What?” I felt nervous.

“Marcus told me.”

“Marcus told you?” I repeated her words.

“Why, is there a problem?” She looked at me, confused.

Sounds of her lusting and spouting profanities filled my head, as I stared at her.

“God … that feels good, baby. There. Right there…”

“Ahh … fuck. I’m about to cum honey … just a little more….”

“Oww … Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!”

“Fuck! I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Marcus!”

“Hello, are you still esenyurt escort there?” She waved her hand on my face, abruptly awakening me from my stupor.

“How….?” I blurted out.

“What do you mean, ‘how’?”

“… did it happen?” I followed.

She arched her eyebrow and paused to view me with wonderment before answering. “I was jogging at the park, when a car slowed up alongside me. I was startled when someone inside it called my name. It was Marcus.” She smiled. “We chatted, and then he invited me for lunch. I agreed. Next thing I knew, we were in the diner talking about you.”

“So basically, you had a date?” I quipped.

“Well, umm … you could say that….” She averted her eyes and tried to hide her discomfort. “Now my turn to ask the question, are you friends with him?”

I didn’t know what to say back that wouldn’t perturb her. I also didn’t want to lie, of course. After quick but careful deliberation, I decided to just tell her the truth. “No, I’m not friends with him.”

As predicted, she was upset. “How come?” She frowned at me.

Well, let me see. First, because he’s asshole. Second, because he wants to bang you, I thought to myself.

She continued to gaze at me, waiting. She was a very persistent person, and I knew I wouldn’t be off the hook until I replied. So this time I made up an excuse. “We don’t have any thing in common.”

“Well, have you tried hanging out with him? Or maybe even just talk?”

“No, but—”

“But … what?”

Jesus, Mom. She was really making it hard for me.

“We’re just not friends.”

“You should try to be, you know. He’s a good guy and—”

I was getting annoyed and didn’t want to carry on the conversation further, so I interrupted her. “I just don’t, okay?”

She stared at me, perplexed, and started to say something back, but decided not to push it.

‘Knock-knock … knock-nock … knock-knock….’

We both fell silent at the knocking sounds and eyed other, waiting for someone to make the first move. After a few more knocks, I decided I was going to be the one to do so. It must be Amanda. I walked over and opened the door.

“Hi boyfie!” she yelled with delight, and then gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. She was wearing a black sweater, with pink and white stripes and a logo of a pink cat winking and flipping the bird. For her bottoms, she wore form-fitting black jeans, with a black leather belt from which lots of silver studs and chains hung down.

“I thought no one was home. “

“I was talking to Mom. I didn’t hear you knocking at first,” I lied as I led her inside.

“Hi, Eva!”

“Oh hello, dear.” Mom turned to me and mouthed,, “I’ll just be in my room.” She still looked upset, but didn’t say anything more as she walked away.

Amanda noticed this, “Is something wrong with you guys?”

“No, why?” I tried to act nonchalant, but it seemed she’d already caught on. She arched an eyebrow at me. Part of me wanted to tell her, but another part was holding me back. I decided though to just avert the conversation. “Let’s go to my room.”

“Okie.”

—————————

As we lay on the bed side-by-side, she gently continued. “I can tell something really is bothering you. Are you still sick?” Her cute puppy-dog eyes revealed that she was worried about me. It was sweet.

“No, I’m alright.”

She grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her body, nestling into my side and resting her head on my shoulder. I could smell the refreshing scent of strawberries on her hair. It was intoxicating. I played with her ponytail, twirling it in my fingers, which made her giggle. I felt comfortable around her, and decided to open up. “It’s about one of my classmates… “

“What…? Who…?” She moved her head to gaze up at me, confused.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. I haven’t told you what happened to my Mom….”

After hearing the story, she seemed overwhelmed. Her hands had moved up to cover her mouth as she listened, and she seemed to be trying to digest the details. “Oh my god! I can’t believe it.”

I know. My sentiments,exactly,

We sat up on the side of the bed, at which point she laid her hands on top of mine where they rested on the covers. “So that was what … was bothering you?” She gazed directly into my eyes.

“Well—”

“Oh my god! Like, don’t tell me … it’s Marcus?” she questioned adroitly. It was more of a statement; she knew she had guessed correctly.

“Ssshhh … not so loud.” I covered her mouth with my palm, feeling nervous that Mom might have heard her. She started giggling not long after I lifted my palm away.

“Seriously? Geesh, you are afraid that Marcus and your Mom might have a thing for each other?”

“Well … yeah.” I answered back, feeling embarrassed. I lowered my eyes and gazed down at the floor.

“Boyfie, I’m telling you right now. You are ridiculous. Your Mom is not that kind of woman.” She lifted my chin up, and made me turn toward her.

“I know, but….” I muttered, recalling the moments my mother had mentioned Marcus’s name while pleasuring herself.

“Fuck! I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Marcus!”

I couldn’t disclose this to Amanda, no matter how much I pushed myself. But bottling it all up was starting to take its toll on me. It seemed that she sensed my distress, as she planted a soft kiss on my lips.

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Having got home from my very humiliating shopping trip, things had progressed quickly. Katrina had teased me all the way home in the car, making comments like, “I’m gonna fuck you tonight like the slut you are,” and, “Come on admit it, you want to be my bitch, don’t you?”

I was embarrassed to answer but my caged cock twitched at the thought and was becoming both sore and aroused at what was to come, but at the same time I was quite nervous.

Once in the house, Katrina told me to go for a shower and handing menthe La Senza bag, told me to put on my new underwear, lie on the bed and wait for her. Of course, I did as I was told and 15 minutes later was in position, lying on my back, the pink knickers and camisole against my skin making me feel horny and slightly conscious as to how I looked.

After a few minutes Katrina came into the room. I gasped in amazement, she had obviously done some shopping of her own during the week and was dressed in a full black PVC outfit, corset, no knickers, stockings and suspenders and thigh high heeled boots. She looked stunning, but even better, like the perfect dominatrix. She was also carrying a bag, which she placed by the side of the bed.

“Aww, look at my little slut, how do the clothes feel?”

“Very nice,” I replied, watching her every move as she straddled my groin, lowering her shaven pussy down until it rubbed against the plastic of the CB 6000. She leant forward and kissed me on my lips, her tongue darting into my mouth, but pulling out before I could suck on it, which I was desperate to do.

She straightened up again, her hands rubbing over my satin covered smooth chest, fingers pinching at my nipples. “Very nice indeed,” she said, “I could get used to this I think.”. She then lifted herself slightly off me and ordered me to turn over, onto my front. I did so, carefully so as not to hurt myself even more with the chastity device, and once in position, she sat back down on me, again straddling me. I saw her reach down the side of the bed and into the bag, and then she sat back up with a pair of handcuffs swinging from one finger.

“Now babe, don’t panic but I have plans for you tonight which I think you will enjoy, but maybe not at first so I’m going to put these on you okay?”.

“What do you mean not at first?”

“Shhhh,” she just said, “Just relax and enjoy yourself, my little chastised bitch, aren’t you?”

She leant forward, over my back and put the handcuffs around one of the bars in the centre of the headboard. Then, in turn she restrained my hands in them, before again sitting back on me, her weight pushing my cock cage uncomfortably against the bed, my balls squashed against the plastic retainer rings.

“Honey, you don’t need to tie me down,” I pleaded with her, now getting concerned at what she had planned for me, “Honestly, I’m quite happy to do whatever you want.”

“You say that now, but you don’t really know what I want do you?” She said this with some menace in her voice, but without seeing her face, I couldn’t tell if she was for real or play acting. “As I said earlier, tonight you’re my bitch and one more word from you and you’ll regret it okay?”

My mind reeled at what was possibly to come, but I think that even if she had uncuffed me, I’d still have stayed where I was. Secretly, I think, I wanted this.

Katrina slid off to one side, kneeling next to me. “Lift your ass up, but keep your head down in the pillow.”

“Uh huh,” I replied, doing as she said. The knickers were cutting slightly into my balls and I was paranoid I looked stupid, with one testicle hanging out of either side of the material. This was soon rectified though when I felt Katrina pulling the gusset of the knickers to one side of my sack, exposing my balls and ass. The next ing I felt was what I presume was her finger, and more worryingly, her long fingernail, at the entrance to my ass.

“Mmmm, you’re very tight back here babe, we’ll have to do something about that.”. More rustling behind me and then I felt a cold sensation as a liquid which I can only assume was lubrication of some kind, was applied to my ass. I gasped slightly as I felt Katrina slip a finger in me, gently at first, slowly working it in and out of my ass for a few moments until I realised she had fully inserted it into me. There was some pain but the feeling as she slipped it back out and then in again was exquisite.

“Good boy, you’re a natural,” she said, “I was reading about anal sex on the net the other day and it said you should take it step by step, but before I go out tomorrow I want bakırköy escort to know that I have taken your anal virginity and that you are 100% my little slut, so I’m afraid we’re not going to have that sort of time. Hence the handcuffs,” she added.

She pulled her finger out of my ass slowly, making me feel every second of it, and then she reached her hand around to my mouth, the finger that had just been inside me rubbing against my lips. “No way,” I exclaimed, “Thats too much babe, not when it’s just been in me!”

“Suck my fucking finger bitch,” she hissed, and I knew she was being serious. “For years now I’ve been swallowing your cum and putting up with your little cock, now it’s time that you do what I want, and don’t forget, you wanted this.”

She wasn’t leaving me with much choice, so I opened my mouth and allowed her finger to pass through my lips, tasting the muskiness of my own ass and feeling thankful that I had cleaned myself as well as possible in the shower.

“There, good boy, or good girl I should maybe say,” she chuckled to herself, “Now you’re learning.”.

Katrina moved back into position, on her knees behind me. She grabbed at the cage of the CB 6000 and pulled on it, causing the ring to tighten up against my balls. I yelled in pain. “Just so we’re clear, any more problems and the pain you just felt will be nothing compared to what you will feel, in fact, I know how we can solve this.”

I twisted my head to watch her reach down into her bag again and this time she produced a ball-gag, with a black rubber ball and leather straps. “Please honey,” I begged her, “I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

Katrina ignored me and placing the ball in front of my mouth told me to open up. At first I refused but then she just leant down and whispered in my ear.

“At the minute, I just plan on using one of my medium size dildos on you…” She let this sink in, “But if you don’t open your fucking mouth right now, I swear to god I will work on your ass all night until I get my fist in you, no matter how much it hurts and you scream the house down.”

She sounded deadly serious this time and for the first time since all this had started, I felt seriously worried. Fisting? I didn’t think Katrina even knew the word, let alone that it could be done to a person. I decided that I would let her gag me, not willing to risk the consequences if she was being serious.

Again I was verbally rewarded, but this time with, “Good girl. Now, relax and enjoy this, otherwise it’s gonna hurt.” As she said this she slapped my ass hard and if I hadn’t been gagged, I’d have yelped out in pain.

More of the lubricant was applied and I heard her bedside drawer open, the drawer where Katrina kept her selection of dildos. I held my breath in anticipation and then felt the tip of what seemed to be a plastic vibrator pushing against my asshole. “Just relax,” Katrina instructed me, “Any pain will soon go, trust me,” and then, in a more mocking tone, “If it helps, imagine my ass getting penetrated tomorrow night, and his is much bigger than this.”

Katrina had never let me have anal sex with her and I felt pangs of jealousy, though these soon went when my mind registered the searing pain of my tight hole being stretched wide by the toy. I groaned against the gag but Katrina didn’t hear, or didn’t care, and continued pushing it in me. I shoved my face into the pillow, biting down on the gag, praying that the pain would soon turn into the pleasure I had been promised.

“That’s it babe, nearly there.”. Katrina was back to being her loving self, satisfied now that I was doing her bidding. “Two more inches and you’ll have the full eight in you!”

Eight? My own cock was only six inches long when erect and yet I had taken more. Fuck me though, it hurt like mad but slowly my ass seemed to grow accustomed to the size and the pain started to subside.

Katrina continued to drive the vibrator in and out of my ass, it was as the toy moved out of my ass that I felt the most pleasure, and found myself hoping then that she would push it back in and not leave me empty. My groans and grunts of pain had turned to murmurs of pleasure and I couldn’t help but spread my legs wider and push back slightly, wanting to meet her thrusts.

“Mmmm baby, you’re enjoying that aren’t you,” she teased. “Maybe I can trust you to keep quiet now? I’m gonna take off the gag and if the first words out of your mouth aren’t ‘please fuck me more’, it goes back on, understand?”

I understood and despite the şirinevler escort pain of what had now been over an hour of anal abuse, more was exactly what I wanted. I felt her undo the buckles of the gag and she pulled it from me. “Well?”

“Please fuck me more Katrina,” I begged, and without being asked, “I want you to shove as big a cock as I can take inside me, please, make me your slut.”

“Of course I will darling, I’m glad that in such short a time you’ve accepted your new place in this marriage. Now let’s see what else I have that could satisfy and stretch you.”

My ass was throbbing and a little sore, but I ached for more and watched as she went back to her drawer and removed her largest dildo, a black rubber one with balls at the end and about as thick as her wrist. “Maybe this?” she asked.

As horny as I was, I didn’t think there was a chance that I could fit that monster in me. I could remember when we had bought it for Katrina and she could barely get the thing in her pussy, even with her natural lubrication and plenty of KY jelly. “I think that might be too much babe,” I told her, “As nice as it looks there’s no way I can take that.”

“Nonsense, you just need to relax babe, it’ll fit…eventually. Now, spread your legs again and you might wanna bite down on the pillow, just till you get used to it.”

For the next 30 minutes Katrina slowly inserted the toy into me, centimetre by centimetre. It hurt, not as bad as earlier but the pain definitely outdid the pleasure with this one. Even so, I kept as quiet as I could, letting Katrina work on me at her own speed, adding more lubrication whenever she felt I needed it. The half hour seemed a lot longer but finally she sat back and exclaimed, “Yes, that’s it, all done.”.

I had never felt so full in my life, it felt like the dildo was pushing into my stomach it was so deep into me, and I could feel the fake balls pushing against my own, which were already uncomfortably swollen from the pressure of the plastic cock cage pulling at the retaining ring and spacers.

Katrina seemed so pleased and I was happy that I had managed to please her. “Did I do well honey?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she replied, “In fact, you’ve been such a good little slut I might just have to see if I can find something bigger for you, I mean, it’s still early yet and even though my pussy is soaking wet, I’ve got hours left of playing in me yet.”

Katrina got up and left the room, and I heard her walking downstairs. I took the opportunity to lie down properly, as best I could with the best part of ten inches of dildo in me, resting and taking the weight from my wrists, which were starting to get sore from the cuffs. I still had to keep my legs spread to accommodate the toy in my ass, but at least I was getting some respite from the onslaught so far. I wondered what Katrina was doing downstairs and just hoped she would bring a drink up, my mouth was dry from the pain I had been experiencing.

I was left lying there for about 20 minutes, during which time the dildo eventually slipped out of my ass, popping gently out and falling to the side of me, onto the bed. At one point I thought I heard Katrina talking downstairs but couldn’t make out what she was saying and presumed she was on the telephone, although I couldn’t think who she would be calling in the middle of what we were doing.

I heard footsteps once again and Katrina came into the room, still dressed in her killer outfit. “Oh dear, look what’s happened,” she said, “Trust me, you’ll want that back in you, keeping you nice and wide.”

She picked up the dildo and again applied some lubricant to it before pushing it back into me, though this time she pulled my knickers over the top of it, so that it couldn’t slip out. “You just lie there and think naughty thoughts,” she told me, “Cos trust me, this night is going to become naughtier than you could have ever imagined.”

I turned to face her, still lying on my front. “What do you mean? Come on babe, don’t you think you’ve done enough to me, that I’ve let you do enough?”

Katrina laughed, “You forget, you don’t LET me do anything, I do what I want, remember?” Again she had that evil tone to her voice, which I didn’t dare test to see if it was for real or not. “Now stay there, I’m getting myself a drink, ready for the show.”

Show? What was she going on about? I didn’t get time to ask, and I’m sure she wouldn’t have answered me anyway, before she left the room, went downstairs and I heard the chinking of glasses as beylikdüzü escort she fixed herself a drink. By this time, I could’ve done with a strong one myself – the dildo in my ass was starting to ache, especially as the lubricant dried up, and my cock, which had been trying to become erect for the last few hours, was really becoming uncomfortable within the CB 6000.

I waited again, about half an hour passed before I was surprised to hear the doorbell go; I then heard it open and voices downstairs, Katrina’s and someone else’s – a guys which I didn’t recognise but as I put things together in my mind, even in the state I was in I started to realise what was about to happen, or at the very least, that Katrina was about to introduce Steve to me, with me trussed up like a chicken on the bed, with an ass full of dildo!

A few moments later I again listened as the footsteps approached. The bedroom door opened and I heard Katrina say, “Here he is Steve, just like I told you.”

As embarrassed as I was, I looked around to see Steve for the first time. He was a six foot something, well built black guy, as Katrina had described him, but in person he seemed particularly intimidating, especially considering the situation I found myself him.

Steve looked down at me on the bed and laughed, “Nice to meet you sissy boy, wow, I honestly thought your wife was exaggerating when she said what you were like but well, damn, I can see she wasn’t.”

I looked at Katrina, who was stood close to Steve, her arm around him and a big smile on her face. “What exactly are you trying to do? What if this gets out, if he tells someone?”

“Why should I care?” she replied, I have Steve now and whether anyone knows what a sissy you are or not, I still get to have his cock and when I want to, abuse yours…and your ass of course.”

She turned to Steve, “Okay, as I promised, the deal is this. You let me watch you fuck his ass and fill him with your lovely cum, and I will let you fuck my ass too, you get to take something that I have never even let my husband take before – my anal cherry.”

Steve looked down at me again. “Well, I ain’t gay, but I suppose if he got up on all fours and kept the panties on, it wouldn’t be much different from any other ass I’ve fucked. I ain’t touching his cock though.”

“That’s okay,” Katrina reassured him. ” You won’t have to, though if you don’t mind, I might have him suck you hard again once you have used him, just so I can get your cock in me as soon as possible afterwards.” She looked at me and added, ” I want my husband to watch me get fucked while your cum is still dripping out of his stretched ass.”

“Fair enough,” said Steve, “He had just better suck cock good.”

Katrina turned back to me, “Now, are you going to do as I say and let Steve show you how a botch takes cock, or do I have to gag you again?” I didn’t answer straightaway, but Katrina continued regardless, “Actually, on second thoughts, I think the gag will have to go on as I’m sure once you see Steve’s cock, you’ll realise that there might be some pain to begin with and I don’t want the neighbours calling the police when they hear your screams”

Katrina laughed at her own comment and reached down, taking hold of the gag and after telling me to open my mouth, reattached it to me. ” Now, my little cuckold hubby, have a look at what is about to replace the dildo inside you.”

Katrina embraced Steve and they kissed passionately as her hands opened his belt and then his jeans. I strained to watch, my neck aching as I did so, as Katrina knelt before Steve, opening his jeans and pulling them and his underwear down together. I couldn’t believe it, his cock was only semi erect and yet it looked about 8 inches long as it swang between his legs. Katrina took it in one hand, her fingers barely able to go around it, and lifted it to her mouth. Before taking the tip of his massive cock in her mouth, she just said to me, “Here we go babe, tonight you officially become my bitch, by the same man who,” she looked up at Steve, “Might also be the father of my next baby…”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and if I hadn’t been gagged, would definitely have tried to talk her out of the last part, if nothing else, but instead I could do nothing but watch as Steve stepped out of his clothes, revealing his toned body and after Katrina had sucked his cock to what must have been 10 or 11 inches long, I felt the bed move as he got up behind me. I tried to clench my ass, which was a pointless exercise with the dildo deep inside me still. Katrina was to the side and she pulled the panties to one side and in one movement, pulled the dildo quickly out of me, “There you go lover, your first virgin ass of the night.”

I felt myself being pulled back up by the waist, onto my knees and pushed my face down into the pillow, knowing that the pain I had felt earlier would be nothing compared to what was about to come…

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Meanwhile, the girls were pulling into Rob’s driveway so Patty could get her bags out of the trunk. The concert they were going to go to tonight had been canceled due to illness with some of the band members so they thought they would come home and surprise the boys. The lights were off in her house now that Rob was next door.

“Hmm, looks like Rob went to bed early.” Patty said to Christy. She glanced over at Christy’s house and saw the lights were on in the living room. “Looks like Chris is still up though.”

“Probably watching one of his cheesy sci-fi movies that he likes.” She rolled her eyes and they both laughed.

“Well since Rob is asleep you want me to come over and keep you company while Chris watches his movie? Since it seems I’m not going to be getting any tonight.” Patty looked at her and frowned mockingly.

Christy looked at her, tensed a bit, and then giggled. “Is that an attempt to make another move on me?” She asked, thinking about last night in the hotel room.

After spending the night out dancing and having a quite a few drinks the girls had headed back to the hotel room and Patty suggested they relax in the hot tub that was in the room they reserved for the four days they were there. Christy said that was a great idea and headed to the bathroom to change into her swimsuit. When she came out Patty was naked and stepping into the tub.

Christy blushed. “Patty! What are you doing?” She eyed Patty looking her up and down. Her large 36G breasts put her 38B chest to shame. But hers were more firm so she had that going for her. Patty’s legs were taught like hers but her waist was narrower. Christy leaned towards more of an apple shape with her round hips and ass. Patty was more of a full hourglass with a small waist and rounded hips and ass. She could certainly see why guys were hitting on Patty more than they were her earlier that night, she looked great for her age. She had always been a little insecure about how she looked compared to other women and wasn’t keen on being naked around someone, even a close friend, in such personal quarters.

Patty turned around and looked at Christy in her swimsuit. “Oh, I thought we were just going to hop in.” She said. She turned around and her long brown hair cascaded over her breasts and shoulder, framing her lean face. She looked Christy up and down, even though she had a little weight on her she still looked good in a bikini. “Why not join me? Or should I put on a swimsuit too? It is just us girls you know.” She winked at Christy. “Besides, a hot tub feels so much better naked.”

Christy blushed. “It does?”

“Oh yes,” she said climbing in. “So much better to feel the jets on your naked skin. And other parts she said with a grin and chuckle”

Christy tuned a deeper red as she watched Patty sink into the hot water. “What was that last thing you said?” She didn’t know if it was the wine talking or if she actually heard Patty allude to masturbating in the hot tub.

“The jets feel sooo good on your pussy.” Patty said bluntly.

“Patty!” Christy called out. “You naughty girl!” She said with a bit of a slur form the wine they had drunk. The wine must be working on her because she moved closer to the tub and decided to strip. Why not? She noticed Patty was watching her as she stripped down and once she was totally naked her eyes roamed from her breasts to her bush and her mind began to wonder. She stepped into the water and let the hot jets wash over her. “Mmmmm you are right. It does feel better with no clothes on.” She sat back and relaxed. “So you’ve actually gotten off in a hot tub?”

“Oh yeah, all the time at home.”

Christy giggled. “I’ve never tried it in ours.”

“Are you serious? Do you even masturbate?” Patty looked shocked and amused, she knew the answer to that already.

Christy turned red.

“It’s okay, we all do it.”

“Well yeah. I do a lot when Chris isn’t home. Even when he is I do it. Chris even likes to watch.” She admitted turning a darker shade of red.

Patty giggled. “Yeah we’ve seen that.” It was her turn to blush now.

“What?” Christy looked shocked. “What do you mean?”

Patty spoke in a hushed conspiratorial tone, giggling through an alcohol induced haze. “We’ve seen you two through your window to your bedroom. “You two put on quite a show with your toys and all.” She grinned wondering if Christy was getting turned on like she was.

Christy turned bright red. “Oh my God! You’ve watched us?”

“Well yeah, if you’re going to leave your window shades open like that.” Patty shot back chuckling.

Christy’s pussy tingled. She knew that Chris left the blinds cracked a bit. It turned her on at possibly being watched, she never thought that they could actually see through the blinds from their house. Knowing that her and Chris had been seen got her turned on. “So, um, how much have you seen?”

“Everything.” Patty gushed. “And I must say it’s hot. Seeing you AND Chris ataköy escort playing with toys, watching him go down on you and you on him. Though watching him stroke with your lingerie and seeing him give himself a facial was quite the experience for Rob and I.” She was getting turned on with all this talk and was pretty sure Christy was too. She could see that Christy was squirming in her seat so she decided to take it a step further.

“Wow. You guys have seen it all.” Christy squirmed, her pussy getting hotter and wetter, and not just form the hot tub. She couldn’t believe that they’d actually been seen. She thought that the blinds were never opened that much. “I’m kind of embarrassed now.” She paused then added, “and a bit turned on. I’ll admit being watched gets me hot and bothered. I just never thought it would be you two. We, or at least I thought Chris never opened the blinds that much.”

“Well it’s hot. “Patty squeezed her thighs together and could feel herself getting wet. Having Christy here with her talking about sex made it even better. “Both of you look great naked. Can I tell you something Christy? And you won’t say anything to anyone?”

Christy gave her a puzzled look. “Um, sure, I guess.” She wondered where this was headed.

She moved closer to Christy putting an arm up on the end of the tub behind Christy. She leaned in quickly and planted a kiss right on Christy’s lips. She felt Christy stiffen as she kissed her and felt resistance so she backed off seeing Christy with her eyes wide in shock. “I’m actually bisexual.” She blurted out. “I’m sorry. That was probably a bit forward of me.” She blushed and moved farther away in the tub, a bit embarrassed at reading the signals wrong.

Christy was stunned when Patty laid her lips on her and began to kiss. The alcohol was wearing off but she still felt a little buzzed. She’d never done anything like that before and froze. It was a shock to her and she didn’t know how to react before Patty pulled away and she sat there, eyes wide, staring at Patty and said nothing as Patty blurted out that she was bisexual.

This revelation was a bit of a shock to her and she didn’t quite know what to say. After a long minute of silence she spoke. “That was…um, unexpected.” To her surprise she was still a bit turned on. “I, I never knew that about you Patty. And yes, that was quite forward of you.”

Patty blushed.

Christy looked at Patty and smiled. “Oh no. It’s not. It’s not that. I have nothing against that. I just. I’ve never done that before. I’ve had boyfriends in the past ask for a threesome and it just didn’t appeal to me. I wasn’t sure if they were not satisfied with me and needed another woman or if they wanted to see me with a woman. I’m flattered that you want to get it on with me.” She paused. “I guess that’s a compliment. I must look better than I think. She chuckled. “It’s just not something I’ve ever really thought of doing. Not that I have anything against it. Does Rob know?”

“Yes he does. He’s even watched.” Patty confessed. So she doesn’t have anything against it, Patty thought, maybe there’s hope yet.

Christy’s eyes widened. “Seriously?” She couldn’t believe what Patty was telling her. And she couldn’t believe that she was still turned on thinking about all this. She wasn’t sure if it was the watching part, or the other woman part. “Wow. I, uh, I’m not sure what to say to that.” Christy squirmed in her seat in the hot tub, partly because she was getting a bit turned on and partly because she was still a bit uncomfortable.

Patty could see that Christy looked a bit uncomfortable, at least that’s what it looked like. “”I’m sorry, was that a bit too much information?” She said. “You look put off.” She moved a bit closer to Christy again.

“Just a bit.” Christy blushed. “And just a bit turned on. I didn’t think that I would be but I am. I’m not sure if it’s the part about being watched, which I like, or the other part.” She just wasn’t ready to vocalize to getting turned on at the thought of another woman. Patty moved even closer to her and she stiffened up a bit. “I’ve never done anything like that before. Never really thought about it. I mean, I have.” She blushed. “But it never really got me going or inclined that way.”

Patty started inching closer to Christy again. “Are you sure?” She inquired with a gleam in her eye.

Christy blushed again. “Well… I’ll admit I am a bit turned on right now.” She slid a little closer to Patty. “I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol, or if I’m really wanting to do this.” She tossed her damp hair to the side and tentatively leaned in. Patty took the hint and met her half way.

Christy initiated the kiss this time and opened her soft lips to accept Patty’s. Electricity shot through her as they kissed, lips moving back and forth, hands on each other’s cheeks now. They held the other’s face as they let their lips and tongues roam over bahçelievler escort each other mouths. Urged on by the alcohol in her system she was enjoying kissing Patty and wondered if she’d enjoy more. They sat there in the hot water kissing for what seemed like an eternity when Patty broke their liplock.

Christy sighed. “That…. Was actually quite enjoyable.” She blushed. “Though it still might be the alcohol talking.”

Patty knew that the alcohol wasn’t making her do this but she didn’t want to force it on Christy and looked her in the eye. “I’ll stop if you want. I don’t want to force anything on you in the state we’re in. I’d hate to ruin our friendship.”

Christy smiled and sighed. “Oh, I think our friendship is fine. But, thank you. I don’t know what I want now.” Her eyes took in Patty in a whole new light now and thoughts were running through her head. She wasn’t sure what she wanted now. Her head tilted back on the edge of the tub and she gave a deep sigh.

“But if you ever think about it and change your mind you know where to find me.” Patty smiled and sank into the hot tub and let the jets wash over her wet pussy, sending shivers up her spine in small orgasms. She didn’t press the subject any more the rest of the night. The conversation still revolved around sex and they playfully pawed at each other, Patty letting Christy take the lead but nothing ever came of it. After saying their goodnights and curling up in their beds Patty fingered herself to a quiet orgasm wondering if Christy was doing the same.

Now they were sitting in her driveway and she was pondering her next move. She could tell that Christy was turned on last night and her advances definitely ignited a spark in Christy, she just wasn’t sure it was a huge one. And now that they were home it looked like Christy was going to get some and she was going to bed with just her hand. “Well I’ll let you go. Looks like you’re going to get some tonight.” She chuckled. “I’ll have to be satisfied with the jets in the hot tub in the basement.” She laughed.

Christy laughed too. She was going to have to try that. She was to tired last night to do anything after they went to bed so she was definitely wanting some hot sex. “No that’s okay. If he did what I wanted him to do while we were gone he’s probably beat and not up to some sex. Looks like it might be just me and my toys after he falls asleep.”

Patty laughed. “Well if you want any help with that give me a call.” She joked, secretly hoping that Christy might take her up on the offer.

Christy giggled and blushed like she did last night. Patty really wants me it seems to go to bed with her it seemed. We kissed and fooled around a bit but nothing serious happened. Do I want it? It left god to kiss her. What would Rob think? Or Chris? She thought. Well she knew that answer. The guys would think that it’s hot. What guy wouldn’t? “Come on over for a drink while Chris finishes his movie. Keep me company. Just not like what you’re probably thinking.” She grinned and shot a look at Patty that said ‘maybe in the future’. They hopped back in the car and pulled out of Patty’s driveway and into the garage of Christy’s house.

Chris never heard the garage door open, they had one of those whisper quiet openers so if one of them was out late then they didn’t wake up the other when they came home. Christy opened the door to the kitchen and heard groans coming from the living room. She couldn’t see what was happening from the kitchen but heard groaning.

“Oh boy.” She whispered and turned bright red. “Sounds like Chris is watching a porno.” She looked at Patty mortified.

Patty stifled a laugh, but then tried not to look shocked as a thought crossed her mind, and whispered, “That’s okay. Rob does it too. Why don’t we go back to my house and have that drink.” She took Christy’s hand, with no resistance, and led her to the door. Before her and Christy could get out the door they heard something that made them stop in their tracks. Christy though she heard Chris groaning and asking to be fucked and then they both heard Rob’s voice saying Christy is a cheap slut.

They looked at each other with shock on their face. Patty had an idea at that point of what might be happening based on Rob’s quest for some local cock. She just never thought it would be right next door. Christy slipped off her shoes and motioned to Patty to do the same so they wouldn’t make any noise on the tile floor in the kitchen. They then walked to the dining room in the dark and rounded the corner to the living room. They both gasped when they saw Rob, in a teddy, fucking what looked to be another woman on the couch. Then Christy realized that the “woman” was her husband Chris.

“What in the hell is going on?!” Christy said, dropping her shoes and staring in horror. The two men turn and face her, both red faced, eyes wide like deer caught in a headlight.

Patty halkalı escort just stood there, her pussy getting dripping wet at the sight of Rob fucking Chris. Rob had told her about his experiences in college and while they were dating but had never seen him with another man. And the sight of him in the teddy she had bought for him while fucking Chris was an incredible turn on. A low moan escaped her lips.

Chris recovered from his shock, still feeling Rob hard in his ass. “Um, uh, oh boy.” Before he could say anything more Christy walked closer to the two of them. She shot both of them an angry look that could melt ice. “Is this what you do when I’m gone?! Let the neighbor’s husband fuck you?!” She spat. “In my lingerie and makeup no less!”

He turned bright red and sheepishly said “No. It, it just happened tonight.” He moaned as Rob’s cock throbbed in his ass and slipped out.

“So then what do you do when I’m gone!?” Christy stood there with her hands on her hips. She was fuming and wanted answers. Patty had moved next to her, a look of lust on her face as she eyed the two men on the couch.

Chris knew there was no way out now. He had to tell her the truth. He turned around and sat on the sectional, hands folded. Rob sat next to him in silence. “I, uh, usually just dress in your lingerie and play with your toys. I figured you might have an idea that I did that already, I’ve left lingerie and toys out and you’ve found them but never said anything.” he confessed.

Christy just stood there, mouth agape, not sure what to say.

Patty looked at Rob with lust in her eyes and spoke up, hoping to possibly deflect some of that anger. “Well when I told you a while back you should go looking for some local cock I never thought it would be this local. And you even slipped into your lingerie to do it. You are one kinky man.”

Christy looked at Patty incredulously. “You mean you knew?” She looked at Rob and back at Patty. “He wanted to fuck Chris?”

“Well, no.” Patty replied, becoming defensive. “Just, any man. But this.. is..” She paused and took the scene in, here was Chris all dressed with makeup and a wig, getting fucked by her husband and she was getting all wet and hot. She started squirming where she stood and her hand moved to her groin and gently rubbed it.

Rob watched as his wife’s hands worked their way to her lower abdomen and begin to rub herself through the skimpy dress she had on. He slowly ground his hips in response, his cock swaying, still hard.

“You like it!?” Christy shot a look between the three of them, like they conspired to this.

“Yesss.” Chris moaned, not caring at this point.

“I.. I knew you liked my toys and lingerie Chris. “Christy stammered. “I also had no idea you still slipped into my lingerie. I figured the stuff lying around was from you just pleasuring yourself with it like you do with me. I just never thought I’d come home to this. I’m not sure what to think.” Christy waved her had towards the two men sitting on her couch as she stood there looking at her husband, dressed in some of her old lingerie, complete with makeup and a wig. She noticed that his cock hadn’t even begun to flag, even after being caught in such a compromising position. He had said he wanted to go as a woman for Halloween once but they never followed through. He knew how she felt about it. She wasn’t hot on it yet she did get off watching him use her toys and jerk off with her lingerie and she wasn’t sure why. But now, seeing him there like this made her feel a bit hot in her pants. She was angry for sure. What to do now was the big question. Maybe all she needed was to see him all dressed up. “So you admit to liking cock? Well that explains why you want me to do you with a strap on. And why you get off giving yourself a facial when you cum.” Her pussy got wet at the thought of that, “Yet I’ll admit I think that’s hot too. But this.” She waved her hand over the scene before her. “This is something else.”

Chris groaned at the thought. So did Rob.

“It’s something else all right.” Patty intoned as she openly rubbed her pussy through her clothes. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact she was turned on. A little moan escaped her lips as she leaned in and gave Rob a kiss on the lips. “Baby, this is so hot. Did you suck each other too?” Rob nodded.

Patty sounded more amazed than mad Christy thought as she watched her move towards her husband. She glanced at Patty and noticed she was rubbing herself through her dress. She was actually getting off on this. “Did you do the same Chris? Did you suck his, cock?” She paused before uttering the last word, totally flabbergasted that she was seeing this.

“Yes, I sucked him first.” He admitted. “And I swallowed his load.” He smiled at her.

Christy moaned. Partly out of embarrassment, and now, she found, partly because she was getting wet in her panties. She wasn’t sure why, but something in her was getting turned on at the thought. “I can’t believe this.” She shook her head and shifted from one foot to the other, trying not to show she was getting turned on. She looked over at Patty, who, on the other hand, was now obviously turned on based on the flush in her cheeks and her hands absently rubbing the front of her skirt. “You like this Patty?” She asked, somewhat in disbelief.

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Coed Turned Housewife, Ch. 6 – “The Big Talk”

The sixth in a series about innocent Chelsea Pelham and her handsome professor, Dr. Mark Benning.

***

Still naked and covered in sexual fluids in Dr. Benning’s office – his office hours not even yet fully completed – Chelsea and her professor lover recovered for a half hour or so, snuggling as best they could on the short couch.

She grew more serious as he idly pinched her hard nips, her breasts miraculously full and pert like big soft balloons on her chest.

She was pensive that night. “Mark, what do you want from this?” She looked at him squarely.

“Like I said, honey, I want you to start wearing shorter skirts to the lab, for one thing. I need better access.” He spoke authoritatively, but with a wry tone.

“No, I mean really.” She was pouting now. “Are we dating? I’m really young for you, and I think a lot of the girls in the lab are angry at me. And I know Karen won’t talk to me,” she thought of her shy, meek and underdeveloped roommate, who had grown fully mute after the recent loud volleys or passionate fucking that had filled their shared apartment.

Mark turned to her, bemused. “Chels, what’s the age difference between your parents?”

She shrugged. “I think 11 or 12 years, depending on the time of year.”

He nodded. “I’m not even quite ten years older than you, honey. It’s just that we’re on opposite ends of our educations, so I guess that can feel like a gulf.” He sat back, his eyes scanning the room reflectively. “Personally, I think it’s the perfect age difference for a couple. You’re suggestible and naive, I’m experienced and capable. Plus we look great together.”

She frowned. She couldn’t tell which parts of the monologue were sarcastic.

His eyes met hers. “Anyway, you told me you didn’t want to have sex without marriage,” he pointed out.

“Sex BEFORE marriage,” she corrected. She reddened a little. “And I still don’t agree with it. If my parents knew what I am doing, they would probably disown me. I could never show my face in church again.” Her voice caught as she thought of being ostracized permanently from her family and church community back home. She was deeply pious, but her libido had temporarily won out over her commitment to the Lord.

“Well, what if we got married, Chels? Would it make everything alright?” He was holding her hand and not meeting the wondering gaze she shot at him.

“What! That’s crazy!” She spluttered and giggled a little nervously. “I still have more than three years of college left, and you’re working on your research. bostancı escort I’m too young to settle down!”

His face darkened a shade. “Even with the man you love? The man you gave your virginity to?” His voice had a quiet edge that pained her, but she felt so confused. Did she love him? She must, or she would not have responded so passionately to his every caress.

“Yes, well, I mean, no,” she hesitated. “This has all been such a whirlwind. I still don’t remember what happened that first night, or what I might have said. I’m sure I wouldn’t have given my chastity away unless I really did…love you.”

She was troubled by this talk. Their first encounter was still a mystery to her, as she had blacked out after a few drinks at a bar. She still didn’t understand how their relationship had gone from a strictly platonic professor-student level to one of almost daily, illicit sex. She still wondered why had lost her memory so easily the first time she went out with him, and why she had woken up so sore between her legs the next morning. It was only when Mark had comforted her and taken care of her the following day – giving her soup, easing her headache, slowly initiating her to the alluring rhythms of lovemaking – it was only then that their relationship had begun in earnest.

“Well, yes,” she continued, “so even before we got together, I DID had a huge crush on you” – his head whipped toward her expectantly – “but I didn’t have any plans to act on it. I’m not sure how it all happened that you, mm, brought out this side of me.”

Her voice lowered. “It’s a side of myself I didn’t know I had. You’ve made me a woman, like I’m not just a little girl anymore. If anything, I’m your little girl – your dirty little girl. I can’t stop wanting you and wanting more of this.” She licked her lips and cast her gaze down at his still-exposed cock. She reached out her small hand to trace the beautiful vein running down its length. He watched her silently for a minute, then grasped her hand in his.

“Hey. Chelsea. Look at me.”

She looked up.

“What do you think is going to happen if we continue?” His voice had a coldness of tone that wounded and worried her a little.

“I…I don’t know,” she tittered. “We’ll fall more in love? I haven’t thought ahead that far, I mean, it’s only been about a month,” she pointed out. “I thought we could figure it out as we go along.”

His serious gaze fixed her, his teeth set. “I don’t mean what do you think will happen between us, I mean, what do you think will happen göztepe escort -” he lifted his hand and set it on her lower belly – “here.” His larger hand covered where her uterus should be, the heat from his strong palm giving Chelsea a little flutter. She suddenly understood his meaning.

“Oh!” She gasped. “You mean a baby!” She felt uncomfortable. “Well, I – I’m not – I mean are you… ” she was not very coherent. They had never discussed this topic. She had never discussed it with anyone, except when her mother gave her ” the talk.” When she was 12, her parents told her a baby happens when a husband and wife love each other very much, and God blessed the union. The mechanics had always been a little fuzzy thanks to years of conservative abstinence-only sex education.

“Well, Mark, let’s say I can’t even have one right now. I mean, are you sure you can?” She looked doubtful. “Wouldn’t there already be a problem if we were able to?”

He looked incredulous. “I haven’t had a vasectomy, if that’s what you mean, Chels. I take it you’re not on birth control. As for whether there would already be a problem, well, there already might be. YOU already might be…” His voice trailed off and he looked away. His hand remained on her, pressing gently against her womb.

“Why do you think that?” She swallowed hard.

He sighed. “Have you noticed anything unusual about these lately?” he asked, toying with the enormous pouting nipples that protruded from her huge jugs.

“Mm, actually, now that you mention it, yes! They hurt more lately, they’re just so sore. They hurt like they did when I first came to the lab.” A penny dropped. “They’re growing again!” She wailed in distress.

He nodded. “Chelsea, in spite of what the lab gossip says, women’s breasts usually stop growing after initial exposure. Your expansion should have stabilized two months ago. But I’ve been informally tracking rapid increases in your breast volume and circumference that is just plain abnormal for this plateau stage you should be in. And you’ve hardly been at the lab lately, since we’ve been so busy elsewhere together. What I’m saying is, I think you might be pregnant.”

She felt the blood drain from her face. She hadn’t really thought about it, except in the abstract, that one day she would of course become a mother. But what it meant and what it involved were never discussed in detail in her family, or at school. She felt afraid.

“Well, you might be wrong, Mark!” Her voice quavered. “Anyway, a baby is a gift from God. If I am going to tuzla escort be a mother, it’s what God intended and I know my family will help me raise a sweet little girl or boy.” She stuck her chin out. “Or the child could be adopted to a good Christian family. I could stay in school, that way,” she added doubtfully.

Mark frowned and shook his head. “You don’t understand, sugar. We don’t know the implications of the hormonal effects that cause the breast growth we’re tracking in the lab. I don’t know how your reproductive system is affected. No one has become pregnant and brought a child to term since we began this research.”

“So…what could happen?” She voice was weak.

He pursed his lips in a sad smile. “Well, honestly, we just don’t know. You’re our test case. Since we know the hormones are stimulated, we think the drug also has effects on fertility. My expectation is that conception could involve from three to four embryos, so at minimum a multi-birth pregnancy. It would be a difficult pregnancy. With so many babies inside of you, you could even be hospitalized for much of the term.” He was rubbing her lower belly possessively now, his other arm cradling her against him.

“So I could be a mother of…four? Within the year,” she said thickly. Her mouth was dry. “What about abortion!” She didn’t really know what the word meant, but she knew it meant no babies.

He shifted and signed. He met her eyes but his voice was icy. “You don’t even know what you’re saying, Chelsea. Those are our…children. My children and yours. I want…I want them. And I want you.”

She felt an emotional dam break loose inside of her. She lowered her eyes and hot tears started to flow down her cheeks. “I have to think about all this, Mark. It’s just…it’s just a lot to process.” She sniffed. “We don’t even know if I’m even pregnant, really. You’re just always thinking the worst.” As she inhaled a deep breath, the big expanse of her bosom contradicted her. Her breasts had never looked so huge, so swollen – so ready to nurture life.

Mark kissed the top of her head. “Honey, It’s the holiday break a week after next. I want to be the one to take you home to see your parents. Tell them you’re bringing me, but don’t tell them anything else. Just ask for a guest room for your professor, don’t answer any questions. We will talk to them, we will figure it out. I want you to wait to take a pregnancy test until we can really be sure, but I do want you to get one.” She groaned, her eyes shut tight. “Before we meet your parents,” he added.

They quietly kissed good night and she walked home across campus alone, her backpack strap digging against her large soft breasts in places she had never felt before. What would happen to her? She hoped Mark’s fears were misplaced. Surely he was wrong about things occasionally.

The next morning she woke up unsteadily, and was sick before breakfast. And she knew he was right.

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“Champaign?” Rorke asked, as they sat down at the restaurant. He had been all smiles since the news. And affectionate enough at home that they almost hadn’t made their reservation.

“I probably shouldn’t,” she reminded him patiently.

“Oh. Right.” He remembered, “Hmm. Sparkling water?”

“Sounds great.”

He nodded, and ordered when the waiter came back. That done, he settled into his chair, and leaned forward a little, wanting, even in a small way, to be closer to her. Brooke held up her water glass. “Here’s to the next little one being just as brilliant as the last.”

He laughed and clinked glasses, “I can’t do better than that.”

“No kidding. She’s going to be hell as a teenager.”

He took a drink, and set it down, “Oh. I hadn’t thought about that. You’re right.”

“Oh that’s comforting,” she said playfully. “Thanks Rorke.”

He blushed a little and shrugged, “Maybe we’ll get lucky, and she’ll be one of those teens who just really cares about social causes?”

“That doesn’t sound comforting. Wasn’t your sister like that?”

“Arguably, I was too.”

“True. Wouldn’t want that.” Brooke nudged him under the table.

He grinned, “I think it’s safe to say, whatever happens, she’ll care a lot. I guess we’ll just need to help her learn to handle that. Hey, do you still have that maternity uniform?”

“No. They pass it around,” Brooke said, disgusted.

“Oh… you look so good in uniform.”

“Not that one. No one looks good in that one.”

“We’ll figure something out.” he said, with a bit of a grin. “Nine months is a long time to go without seeing you in uniform.”

“It’s a long time to go without a proper one. It makes you feel like a whale.”

He gave her a sympathetic smile across the table, his thumb tracing her knuckle lovingly,

“Maybe. I thought you looked beautiful.”

“You see something a little different.”

“I do.” he agreed, “And that doesn’t change how you feel; I get that. But I wanted you to know.”

“Thanks Rorke,” she said sincerely. “You’ve always seen the best in me. “

He smiled softly, “I’ve only ever seen what was already there.”

“You’re too corny, you know that? “

His smile deepened, not denying it in the slightest “Am I?”

“Just a bit. “

“You have your moments too. Maybe I’m rubbing off on you.”

“Oh you think so? “

“Maybe.” he said, “Like I say, you have your moments”

“And we’re sticking together this time around.”

“We were the first time too,” she reminded him.

“Physically.” he clarified, “We were apart a lot, the first time.”

“We were.”

“And honestly, communicating through coded messages just isn’t the same.” he joked

“I don’t know if i ever understood those totally.”

He laughed, some of his easy smile coming back, “It’s hard to be romantic when you’re limited to phrases like, ‘the dog is in the doghouse.'”

“I assumed that one was about sex,” she smirked.

He shrugged, failing to look innocent, “Could be. I don’t really recall.”

“You seemed to a moment ago.”

“Maybe I’ll recall later tonight?” He said, mischief in his eyes

She laughed into her glass as he smiled at her across the table, savouring her laugh, and how it came more frequently of late. He reached a hand across the table, offering it to her. She took it without looking around to see who was watching, her body relaxed. He smiled softly, in a way that she knew was utterly comfortable, his hand melting into hers. His eyes were gentle and loving, effortlessly vulnerable with her.

“Let’s hope I figure it out then.”

“Maybe it involves a collar?” he guessed, playfully.

“On you, I hope,” she said, imagining her wardrobe options for later.

“If that’s where you want it.” he said, approving of the look in her eye. “I think you have a better idea for you.”

“Oh do you?”

“I know that look.” He grinned, his eyes devouring the strong line up the side of her neck just as skillfully as his lips, no-doubt, would later.

“I like reminding you of who’s in charge.”

“Yes, Captain.” He said, adoringly.

She leaned forward, challenging. “Is that the last title I held, Corporal?”

“No, Captain.” He said with mock apology, savouring her strength, “How shall I redeem myself?”

“Later,” she promised, turning back to her menu as the waiter returned, mock innocence.

***

The actions were familiar, but the tone was different. A four star restaurant instead of a dive. Love renewed and strengthened– tried and tested– instead of the first sparks of attraction. Hard-won peace instead of the exhilaration of a fight. The slow chase to the front door. The stolen meeting of their eyes. Her awareness at the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she walked. Her hand refusing to cooperate as she tried to work her keys, hot lips on the back of her neck.

Brooke let for a painfully soft moan that only made Rorke want her more, her demeanor breaking ataşehir escort even before they were fully alone. She could feel his breath through his teeth, against her ear. His own response to her call, barely restrained.

Finally the key slipped into the lock and she made a sound of relief, pushing it open with one hand before turning to face him and crashing their lips together. His hands were in her hair as he responded, so eager for her that he forgot the door. Brooke, however, didn’t. With the old habit of security and precaution, she kicked it shut with too much force, the door quaking in its frame. He seemed to that was funny. She could feel his smile against her lips as he traced his fingertips down the sides of her dress. She caught his shirt tail in her hands and pulled it forcibly off.

“What? “

“We’re always breaking things.” Rorke gasped in-between moments of her.

“I didn’t break anything,” Brooke said with a daring smile. “Not yet anyway. “

“The night is young.”

“So it is. “

He pulled her closer, his lips being drawn along the strong lines in her neck. His fingertips teased the dress higher, as his lips arrived at her ear. “What do you want to break, Captain?”

She smirked at the game, biting his earlobe roughly with her teeth. “I’m going to make you cum so hard you break, ” she promised, dangerously erotic. In response, he pressed her against the wall, his breath a low growl from arousal.

“I want to serve under you until I’m dry.”

“Then get on your knees,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He drew the order out as he obeyed, lingering first on her collarbone and then in her cleavage as he worked his way south. At last, he was on his knees before her, his worship of her evident in his eyes. The top of his freshly shined shoes made a high squeak against the floor.

She sighed at the sight of him, fingers grasping into his short hair as she guided his lips along the hem of her dress. He was more than eager as he followed her lead, but forced himself to tease up her dress slowly. His stubble played against her thighs as he pressed his lips against her panties, drinking deep of the scent of her arousal.

She shivered with pleasure and pulled away from his touch, leaving him on his knees before her, just out of reach, dress hitched up so just a hint of her lacy panties showed. He adjusted his tie– more of a twitch than anything else– as he looked up at her, his desire unmasked.

“Anything.” Rorke begged, “Anything you want, Captain. But I need to taste you.”

Brooke smirked but didn’t say anything, instead reaching down for the hem of her dress. She tugged up the left side slightly, then the right, rocking her hips back and forth as she pulled it over her head, letting it drop at her feet. He devoured every inch of her with his eyes.

“I’ll pass laws to build statues in worship of you,” he promised. “Please.”

She took a step back, her tip of her heel catching ever so slightly on the dress. Without looking away from him, she unclasped the bracelet she’d been wearing and dropped that too, taking a second step back towards their bedroom.

She could see his eagerness to follow. To touch. To smell. To taste. She raised her hand to her ear, taking off her left earring with care.

“Follow me. Slowly. On your knees, ” she ordered, before turning her back to him and walking away.

“Yes, Captain.” Rorke replied, though he couldn’t be sure she even heard him before she was gone. It took him a moment to comply, almost hypnotized by the slow movement of her ass ahead of him. Slowly, he placed one hand in front of another to follow. But he never looked down, not wanting to miss a heartbeat of this sweet torture.

She turned a corner and he lost sight of her. But relief came in the form of bits of her outfit, one at a time, littering the floor. He found himself mentally undressing her. He came upon her other earring, then her bra, her necklace. His heart raced at the sight of her familiar black lace panties hanging from the doorknob of their bedroom. He stopped for a moment as he caught the scent of her the black lace, their scent touching something animal in his mind. It took him effort to pull himself out of the moment. Long enough that he wasn’t sure what to expect in the bedroom.

She was sprawled across their bed like a goddess, wearing only her thigh-high stockings and black heels. Her arms laid against the sheets over her head, like she was halfway through a morning stretch. One leg posed on the mattress, to draw his eye down the line of her body.

The vision of Brooke struck him such that he forgot to keep breathing. His mind slowed, absorbing every detail: the alluring indentation her stockings made against her thighs, the way the muscles of her legs perked in heels, the curve of her strong arms above her head and how their posture drew her breasts gently upwards, the sprawl of her dark hair against the soft sheets, the curve of ümraniye escort her neck, the faint scent of her shampoo and her. The effect all of her was having on him, his pulse. How nude he felt, even fully clothed, before her like this.

“I belong to you,” he said in supplication and eagerness, “Let me bury myself between your legs forever. Let me be under you, and feel your stockings against my hips as you ride me. Let me kiss your shoulder blades and bite at your neck as I serve you from behind. Let me do anything. But please, let me touch you.”

She turned her head to look at him, gesturing with a curled finger for him to come closer, eyes alight at his words. He felt the eyes of her divinity on him as he met her eyes and crawled to her.

“Let me suck your nipples and masturbate you, without you ever having to lift a finger. Let me feel your legs crossed behind me, holding my body as I fuck you. Let me force you against the edge of the bed, and fuck you, mewling, in your ass.”

Brooke took his chin in her hand thoughtfully, considering his desperate requests like she hadn’t decided just how she would torture him yet. Eventually her smile set and she pulled him into a soft kiss, making him quiver.

“Start at the beginning, ” she ordered in a calm, even voice that made him want to see her fall apart all the more. “In order. Is that understood?”

He was practically vibrating with anticipation, his lips desperately trying to catch hers. But he was unwilling to disobey the implicit command of how she held his chin just at bay.

“At the beginning.” Rorke echoed, words feverish.

“Between my legs, ” she reminded him, like he was a fresh private who needed the lesson repeated. “That was what you wanted, wasn’t it?” She kissed him again, deeply, letting him figure out what he was to do in his own time.

“It’s everything I want.” He said eagerly, as he pulled himself up onto the bed, chasing the goddesses’ kiss. She let him continue to kiss her until his hand started to wander down her body.

“Corporal,” she scolded. “At. The. Beginning. “

“Captain.” Rorke replied automatically.

Refocusing on the task felt like refocusing the whole of his being, but he began to work his way down her body again. His lips again focusing on her collarbone, and then the space where her dress has shown off her cleavage. Echoing, and despite overwhelming urge, never deviating.

He could feel her tension relax as he worked his way down, pausing at her stomach– at the thought of her carrying his child. The kiss there was less about arousal, and more about love. To her, it like the way he kissed Rebecca’s head, when they were reading together before bed. Her fingers caught on his hair, lovingly, until the urgency of her arousal made her push him lower.

Rorke’s stubble played against her abdomen as he obeyed, drawing energy from her, and he took a moment to stroke her breasts as he continued ever southward. She let out a desperate sigh as he found his goal, feeling herself relax and tense up all at once. He took his time, lips giving soft, teasing touches, never yet focusing on any part of her for long.

Her leg twitched and he had to smile at the unguarded reaction. Her mouth was open ever so slightly, her breathing audible. He took it as encouragement, rewarding her honestly by drawing his lips slowly up her own. She was soft and warm and perfect. Something about it reminded him of other stolen nights, a hidden moment when the world thought they were enemies.

He ached for her, even as she was writhing under his attentions. All he could taste and smell and feel was her. His lover. His partner. The mother of his child– children, now. He stopped teasing, wanting to give her what she wanted, just as she’d given him everything he’d ever wanted. When his lips closed around her clit, her sigh was heartbreakingly sincere, her head thrown back against the bed.

“Oh god. Right there,” she moaned.

She could feel his grin against her body, loving her reaction to what he was doing. If it didn’t feel so good, she would have stopped to chastise him. Instead, he focused in on the spot with hot lips and an eager tongue.

Her thighs flexed, almost trapping him before she forced them back open, craving more. Her hands went to her own hair, tugging lightly as she worked her fingers through it. Rorke shifted on the bed, her reaction making him all the more eager to please her. His finger teased at her opening now, even as he alternatingly sucked and licked. She bucked into him, demanding the added sensation.

Smiling against Brooke’s clit, he slipped his middle finger into her, arching it up to give a tentative stroke of her front wall. She moaned, hard enough that if she’d realized, she would have been embarrassed.

“More,” she ordered, sounding hungry, but more together given the situation than he would have guessed. Practice, he guessed, from the few times he’d been stuck under her desk, between kadıköy escort her legs when someone arrived in her office.

He pulled back, but only to slip another finger inside of her. The two went to work in earnest now, stroking the formation at the front of her body. He took the chance to apply pressure with his lips against and around her clit, intensifying the sensation as he played with her nub with his tongue.

Now she was losing control.

He could see it in the way she moved and the sounds she made. They’d barely started and she was already so close.

He alternated which finger was stroking, so she never got a break from the sensation. She could feel her clit engulfed in the warmth of his mouth, his tongue less gentle with her now as he urged her on.

Brooke let out the beginning of a scream, covering it with her fist, biting into the skin in an attempt to stay quiet. Her nails scratched down her body, red lines down her breasts and stomach, the slight pain making everything more sensitive as she came. Encouraged, his hot mouth and eager fingers pushed into her without pause as she crested the wave. Knowing nobody was home, and not caring what the neighbours thought of them tonight– of all nights– he never gave an inch as he pushed her body to it’s limits.

The sound broke out through her clenched hand and she turned her head, screaming into the pillow. It did little to mask the sound as she rode out the feeling, bucking against his face. It was music to him. He struggled to keep up the play, waiting until he knew, full and well, that he had squeezed the every last drop of pleasure from her before finally letting her rest.

She collapsed, taking gasping breaths as she pulled him up towards her, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. He knew those nails would leave marks, and he would wear them like a badge. His lips met hers tenderly, almost inquisitively, asking without words if she wanted more now or rest first. Her kiss was sloppy and calm.

“Good soldier, ” Brooke rewarded him when they broke apart, running a hand down his cheek affectionately. He smiled in reply, leaning into her affectionate hand.

“I’m happy to be of service, ma’am.”

Her thumb ran along his lips, gathering her own juices before bring it to her lips, sucking them in and rolling her tongue over them. She held his gaze before pulling them out slowly, with an audible pop. He watched with obvious excitement.

“You are so hot,” he said, his voice in reverence.

She smirked and wet her bottom lip before pulling him into another kiss, languishing slow. His kiss was harder. He tried to calm it for her, to keep a pace, but she could sense and feel all his unused energy, bubbling just under the surface.

She rolled him onto his back without breaking the kiss.

“Do you remember what’s next?”

“Serving under you.” Rorke supplied. The words had to be forced out of him, such was his excitement.

“Exactly right, ” Brooke agreed, pleased.

He felt air momentary forced out of him, as she took a firm grip firm on his tie and tugged it to the side to restrict his breathing. He pulled himself up just a little, the lack of air, and trusting her with his tie doing nothing to calm him.

“What do you want me to do?”

“You don’t do anything. You’re my toy to play with now.”

Rorke shivered, wanting to touch her so badly. He had been so good. His clothes felt like they were his enemy, an obstacle between him and her. But he didn’t want to break the role, so instead, he clutched at the sheets.

“I’m your toy.”

Brooke smiled confidently, leaning down to run her tongue up his neck from the loop of the tie to just behind his ear. He turned his head as she did, giving her better access. She could feel the breath in his throat shuddering, under her tongue.

“Please…” he gasped.

“Please what? ” she asked torturous, nibbling on his ear.

“Please. Let me feel you.” His words came clumsily, having trouble finding the words with her at his ear. She leaned back on her heels, slowly undoing his tie.

Brooke considered her options before deciding with confidence. “You may touch my shoes.”

He groaned, wanting so much more, but obliged. His fingers crawled the bed, in search of her feet. Her heels pressed to his sides, one digging into his leg slightly. She pulled the tie off, rolling it, one hand over the other until it came free and she let it fall from her fingers to land at the side of the bed. Rorke’s fingers embraced her heels, tracing the delicate, tantalizing strap along the front, and imagining his was tracing the equally tantalizing curve of her spine.

She was already undoing his dress shirt, but stopped after three buttons, running her hands through a dusting of chest hair. He groaned, arching up into her fingers, desperate for the touch. His fingers pinched the tips of her heels, imagining her nipples under his fingers.

She kissed his bare chest gingerly, her fingers undoing one after another as her lips danced lower. Brooke didn’t bother to untuck his shirt, instead turning her attention to his thick cock, tight against his dress pants. She could feel the shuddering breath she was inspiring under her lips. His fingers could just reach one of her heels now, and it traced the arc, imagining the warmth where her legs met.

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Part 10 – A Toilet Slave is Born

Like deja-vu, Claudia retraced her steps down the arduous path that led back to Mistress Eva’s farm. It was the very place where she reached a level of degradation many ‘normal’ people would never conceive. A degradation that had conversely given her infinitely more sexual satisfaction than all of her past boyfriends combined. Was she really about to spend a year as a toilet slave though?

Apart from suspicions from her sister, Claudia’s family didn’t question her story about a new accounting job up in Yorkshire; her hatred for her old job had been well publicized. With most of her belongings secretly placed in storage, Claudia packed a suitcase and a carry bag of what she thought she might need as a live-in toilet slave at Mistress Eva’s.

The familiar walk up the long driveway felt just as nerve-racking as it did the first time. Claudia paced her way towards the door as she didn’t want to upset the Mistress with tardiness. Mistress Eva had seen her walking up the driveway and had already opened the door to greet her.

“Happy returns, Shitlips,” she smiled. Claudia followed her into the house without saying a word.

“I’ve drawn up a contract for you to sign,” said Mistress Eva. “This level of servitude requires formal ink.”

“Sure,” replied Claudia imagining all the depraving details she’d find hidden between the lines.

To her surprise it was actually straightforward for the most part, stipulating things such as wearing a collar at all times, to serve as a functioning toilet; including consumption of waste, cleaning of Mistress/Master’s orifices, and cleaning of any spillages. A disclaimer made clear the absence or usage of any toilet paper. The contract promised to reward good service with a regular meal per day, medication, cleaning facilities, and a bed to sleep in. Reasonable, she thought. Exceptional servitude promised to be rewarded with pleasuring. Thoughts cast back to her exploits from the night of the party, with Mistress Eva penetrating her shit-filled holes to climax. She blushed.

Other areas were vague and ambiguous. Like clause 4.3, which stated that the Mistress has the right to call upon her toilet slave for any special practices or events; without elaborating. Mystery that would have petrified her a month ago, now excited her. Much of what Mistress had mentioned verbally was delivered in writing and Claudia accordingly signed her ‘life’ away. She kartal escort was now officially owned by a Mistress and that Mistress was the imperious Eva.

Claudia was shown to where she could leave her belongings, placing her suitcase and bag alongside what appeared to be another set of luggage.

“You can take your clothes off here and leave them in this wardrobe. Unless instructed to by myself or Master Robert, you’ll always wear this collar and nothing more,” said Mistress Eva as she snapped it on. It was a different collar to the one she’d worn a month earlier and she was pulled all the way to the bathroom by its attached chain.

“There are 2 main bathrooms in the house and this is the one you’ll serve in.”

Mistress Eva’s bathroom was as elegant as the mansion it was in. Ornate with peach colored tiles that despite a lighter hue, reminded her of the dress she wore the night of her ‘consecration’. A large shower and separate tub were off-limits unless otherwise advised and a large vanity unit and adjoining mirror surveyed the spacious room. There was abundant floor-space for Claudia to sprawl out on or to adjust herself to the demands of her owners.

“You’ve proved yourself to be a diligent slave thus far, don’t make me regret upgrading you from the barn to the toilet. There’s always a place for you under the cows if we see fit,” warned Mistress Eva. Amazingly, Claudia wasn’t even perturbed by this threat. A part of her urged to serve the cows again to further challenge her own submission. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her. When Claudia first came to terms with her scat fetish, she still felt ashamed of herself. Had she become more accepting of herself? More open-minded? Or just succumbing to her fetish? She was incredulous to some of the things she contemplated doing, but having committed herself she was now determined to be the best toilet slave she could be. Helped by her craving for shit and humiliation in equal measure, so that her worthlessness could both please and repulse the Mistress.

The chain attached to Claudia’s collar was wrapped around the base of the toilet and locked.

“At the end of each day you’ll receive your rewards if you’ve earned any,” promised the Mistress before she left Claudia alone on the cold bathroom floor. The first few hours as a toilet slave were boring as she sat waiting, wondering what everyone back in London maltepe escort had made of her ‘disappearance’. After what seemed like an eternity, the click clack of heels steadily got louder. Sure enough Mistress Eva barged through the door and dropped her black lace panties to the floor without saying a word. Stepping her black heels out of the leg holes, she kicked her panties aside and moved closer to Claudia who had begun arranging herself on all fours. Mistress Eva spread her legs and her labia before giving blunt instructions. “Clean my cunt,” she said.

Claudia sat on her knees beneath the crotch she was to serve and got her tongue to work, wiping on and around the button-like clitoris of her Mistress. Claudia felt a hand grab the back of her head and push her in further. Inside of Mistress Eva’s thighs her face was pressed, feeling warmly smothered until Mistress slightly relaxed her grip.

“Open wide,” she warned. Claudia obeyed and prepared herself by cupping her lips over Mistress Eva’s pussy. Urine surged out and Claudia had to back away a little, she couldn’t swallow fast enough and much spilled over her face, chest, lap, and onto the floor.

“You better not forget to suck that back up later. The floor must remain clean at all times,” reminded Mistress Eva who was going over to the toilet seat. She sat down opposite-ways, so that her ass hung over the front.

“Get that craving tongue of yours in my asshole, Shitlips.”

Claudia proceeded rimming her queen, removing the film of sweat, lint, and fecal residue.

“This is what you’ve been reduced to,” said Mistress Eva with a light moan. “Worshipping and cleaning my ass.”

Claudia pushed her tongue into her anus, trying best she could to please. Out came a little fart accompanied by a horrid stench. Claudia breathed deeply to take it all in before stretching her tongue as far in as she possibly could.

“Do you want to eat my shit?” asked Mistress.

“Yes Mistress,” replied a muffled, but enthusiastic Claudia.

“I want you to beg for it like the depraved shit-whore that you are.”

“Please Mistress, shit in my dirty mouth like the worthless shit bucket that I am.” This squalid exchange had Claudia’s adrenaline pumping again, she couldn’t resist the temptation to play with herself while her tongue now shined the inside of Mistress Eva’s buttocks.

“What a putrid little pendik escort shit slut you’ve become,” smiled Mistress Eva as she closed her eyes, arched her back and head up, and pushed.

Claudia felt Mistress Eva’s sphincter open against her tongue followed by the sliver of a thick log streaming out like a train out a tunnel. Claudia guided it into her mouth with her tongue until it filled and there was no more space left for the nutty waste. The congestion caused the remainder to fall on the floor, while Claudia chewed and condensed what she’d managed to capture. More shit was making its way out and Claudia tried catching it in her mouth, but only managed to smear some on her nose and cheek. Another fart came and the streaming gases flicked a small chunk onto Claudia’s eyelid.

“Now clean me up and show some gratitude,” demanded the Mistress.

“Thank you Mistress, I’m not worthy of your delicious waste,” said Claudia as she set off polishing the ass before her. She tried making sure not to leave any visible specks of fecal matter, which was challenging with the shit attached to her face and lips. Strategically, Claudia spread Mistress Eva’s cheeks wide and stretched her tongue far so that it was the only thing making surface contact; swallowing and disposing once a substantial amount gathered.

Once she was done with Mistress Eva, she bent down and sucked all the piss off of the floor, before picking up chunks of shit on the floor with her lips. As she stuffed herself with shit, Claudia flashed back to her night in the trough and reminisced how satisfying the experience became in the end. She truly felt like a slave now and understood being filled with shit was the only redemption she deserved to aspire; so long as she achieved it by serving her Mistress of course. Before she could reach the last chunk of shit on the floor, Mistress Eva deliberately stepped on it with her thick black platform heel. Sitting back on the toilet seat, she crossed legs so that the shit-stained shoe was elevated. Claudia could see the thick layer that had stuck to the sole and sides.

“Be a good pig and clean that up for me,” said Mistress Eva. Claudia crawled over and licked the shit off, smacking her lips in delight. Mixed in with the shit, she could taste bits of dirt and dust from the bottom of the shoe. She didn’t care. Her only objective was to make that shoe shine as she eagerly wiped her tongue all over the affected areas.

A diligent Claudia licked, slurped, chewed, and swallowed until the last remains of shit from the bathroom floor, Mistress Eva’s ass and shoes had been consumed. She caught her reflection in the mirror and salaciously ran her tongue around the fecal smear adorning her mouth. Mistress Eva exited and Claudia was alone again on the cold tiles.

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“Alright, Vance, you know the drill. What is this, the fiftieth time this year you been here?” Jason, the CNA, asked. He nodded to the freshly folded Johnny on the bed.

Vance groaned, careful to keep it to himself. He was lucky to be back. Lucky to be alive. Fifty treatments and nearly as many relapses. It wasn’t that he didn’t try, just that circumstances always seemed to fuck him. The only other constant was Ravenstone Hospital.

Jason shrugged. “Come on, man. I’d like to get to a lunch break sometime this year.”

Vance removed his glasses, pulled his dingy t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. His wiry frame was painted with faded tattoos and the scars of a hard lifestyle. He slid the Johnny on and fumbled with his belt, kicked off his dirty boots. “Fine. I need to get dosed anyways. When is that cunt, Miranda coming in?”

Jason snickered a note, then his face turned to stone. He drew his linebacker build up to full height. “Yeah, she is. But if you call her that again, they’re gonna have to order you a soft diet. Feel me?”

“Whatever,” Vance mumbled. He slid his jeans down, stepped free of the tangle. He cupped his hands around his balls over his Johnny.

Jason flipped the pockets out, pinched the seams, checking over every inch of fabric of Vance’s clothing. He pulled the soles out of Vance’s boots. It wasn’t unusual for patients being admitted to Ravenstone to stash something away for one last party.

Vance faked a shiver, rubbed his shoulders. “I’m freezing. You feel like hurrying up?”

“You can throw this shit back on after Miranda sees you and not-“

“This is bullshit! Every time I come here you assholes always fuck with me,” Vance said, adding a touch of extra vitriol.

The curtain dividing the room screeched back. Miranda’s fierce blue eyes drilled into Vance. She let them roll. “Back again?”

Vance took a good, long look at the young nurse sent to do his admission. Five foot seven. Wavy auburn hair with blond highlights. Miranda’s body was a Christmas list of perfect curves and toned athletic muscle wrapped up in scrubs tighter than spandex. Vance hated the stuck up bitch, but enjoyed the eye candy.

“Job security for community college nurses, I guess,” Vance said with a half-smile.

Miranda fired back with an icy smile. “Let’s get this over with. There probably isn’t much to see.”

A touch of red hated Vance’s face. What an evil bitch. He wished he could stab all five inches of his cock down her throat to shut her up. He shifted his weight. Miranda stretched a pair of exam gloves over her perfectly manicured fingers, letting them snap in place.

Vance knew the hospital policy. He lifted the gown to his waist. Miranda noted a couple of Vance’s bruises on her clipboard. She curled an eyebrow at his boxers.

“Lose the shorts,” Miranda said, voice cold and robotic.

Vance’s pulse quickened. That was new, he thought. They usually didn’t make you go down to the skin. A thin sheen of cold sweat seeped through his forehead. “Is that really necessary?” He shifted his weight back to the other foot.

“No. But I figure with you I should be extra careful with your check in.” Miranda impatiently tapped a foot. “Your call. Lose em or go home.”

The tiny package taped to Vance’s inner thigh was only the size of a folded envelope, but suddenly weighed a hundred pounds. Maybe Miranda only needed bakırköy escort a quick flash. She may not notice.

“Fine,” Vance muttered. The boxers fell to the floor and Jason quickly snatched them up.

Miranda stepped forward, forcing Vance to take an uneasy step of his own backwards. “Now the Johnny.”

Vance slowly dragged the gown up his torso, shielding his cock with his free hand. He slid a leg slightly forward, concealing the tiny envelope as best he could.

Miranda scribbled something on her clipboard. She clicked her pen. “Alright. Let’s see it.”

Vance’s blood froze. “You wanna see my piece?” If he took his hand away they’d see the envelope for sure. And his cock. Even though it was starting to twitch, Vance didn’t enjoy the idea of this cold-hearted bitch seeing him exposed.

“I couldn’t be less interested,” Miranda said, all but yawning. “I’m sure you think it’s passable. My job’s making sure you don’t have anything down there keeping it company.” She smiled the Devil’s own grin.

A lump formed in Vance’s throat, even as his prick swelled. He hated this bitch with a passion. He removed his hand. His half-limp cock bounced up.

“Aw, isn’t it cute,” Miranda said, giggling. She pointed at Vance’s dick and regarded Jason who was still lingering in a corner. “Smallest ever?”

Jason shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know. Mines been bigger than that since I was like twelve.”

“Seriously,” Miranda said. She regarded Vance without an ounce of respect in her eyes. “I guess I’d want to be high all day too, if my dick were that small.”

Vance stepped forward, readying a trademark retort. His thigh scraped against the envelope, tugging a corner free. Miranda’s eyes flashed to the exposed paper. Vance froze in his tracks.

“Well, well, well,” Miranda said, coyly. “What do we have here? Surely, you weren’t trying to smuggle something you shouldn’t have into the hospital.” Miranda held out her hand. “Give it here.”

The tape tore away a few straggling hairs before Vance slapped the last of his stash into Miranda’s waiting hand. His wilted cock dangled between his thighs. The loss of his last bundle made him all but forget he was standing naked in a room with the most evil bitch on the planet.

Miranda stuffed the envelope in her back pocket. She slid the curtain back into place, calling out for Jason to keep an eye on their misbehaving patient.

Vance sat on the edge of the bed, head hanging low, hands covering his member. “What happens now? You guys gonna boot me out?”

“Nah. Probably not. Miranda’s been trying a new technique on patients with behavioral issues,” Jason said. He folded his arms and leaned his shoulder against the wall. His broad smiled carried a hint of the devious. Vance drew a breath for a question, but Jason cut him off. “Just wait and see.”

“Maybe I should just—” Vance said.

“Maybe you should just keep your mouth shut for a change, Vance.” Miranda stepped through the curtain as the door clicked shut behind her. She was carrying a black leather case about the size of a purse. Her eyes fixed on Vance’s after another cursory glance at his little cock.

“You’re in a lot of trouble. You got pinched trying to smuggle your poison into my rehab. And that, my friend, won’t be flying around here anymore.” Miranda unzipped the leather case and placed its contents on the foot escort beşiktaş of Vance’s bed. Vance’s heart plunged into his stomach. She couldn’t be serious, he thought.

“You’re kidding, right?” Vance asked with more than a touch of desperation. “You can’t be serious.”

Miranda ran a fingertip down the strap-on’s long, purple shaft, twisted a finger around in the harness and picked it up from the bed. It dangled obscenely from her tiny digit. “It’s simple, really. If you want to stay, you’ve got to pay. No one will ever know but me and Jason. And, well, your virgin asshole.” She gave Vance a look dripping with condescension.

“That’s assuming, of course, it is still a virgin asshole.”

The gears in Vance’s mind spun a billion over in the next minute. He was out of money. They had his drugs. And withdrawal was out of the question. He would not, could not go cold turkey on the street. Not again. He’d have to submit…

“Fine. Let’s get this over with,” Vance said, staring at the floor. He regarded Jason. “But he’s gotta go. No way I’m going through with it if he’s here.”

Miranda chuckled. She untied the front of her scrub bottoms and let them slide off of her perfect hips. “As if you get a say! Jason will be staying here just in case you forget yourself and try something stupid. Then it won’t just be a plastic cock in your ass. Got it?”

The word’s tangled themselves in a knot and fell from Vance’s tongue. A lacy red thong shimmied its way down Miranda’s perfectly tanned thighs and over her knees. Winking, she kicked them toward Jason. As she stepped into the strap-on’s harness, Vance prayed to every deity he could think of that her scrub top would disappear next.

No such luck.

Miranda tugged at the buckle on the side. She gave the false cock a few strokes, showing off its proud length. She snickered. Vance looked down at his stiffening manhood. “That pathetic thing is no excuse for a cock. Take a good look at what a real cock looks like,” Miranda said. She wrapped her hand around the base of her plastic member and gave a shake in Vance’s direction.

Realization hit home like an atom bomb. Vance inched back on the bed, away from Miranda’s proposal. “I’m not sure I can do this…”

Miranda rolled her eyes. With hands on her hips she said, “Oh, for fuck’s sake. For once in your miserable life, man up and do what you gotta do. You think you can handle that? Just once? I’ll plow your ass until I’m satisfied that you’ll never try something stupid in this institution again. Then we’ll get you treated. And everyone goes home happy.” She removed a bottle of lubricant from the leather case, filled her palm, and massaged it onto her plastic cock. Miranda gestured with a spiralling motion of her hand.

Vance slowly rolled onto his hands and knees. His dick pointed at the mattress like a missile, hard as a rock. He didn’t want the bitch nurse in his ass. Maybe it was her thighs. Or her attitude. But Vance couldn’t deny Miranda had become hotter than wildfire in the past ten minutes.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Miranda chided. “Turn it around and face Jason. He likes to watch me work.”

The muscular CNA was already rubbing his cock through his pants by the time Vance worked up the courage to turn. “Consider yourself lucky. You came in on her day, not mine.”

Miranda climbed onto the bed. She rested the long plastic member on escort taksim the crack of Vance’s ass, letting him feel the weight. He shivered, pressed his face into the mattress, took a deep breath.

The nurse’s hand came down hard against Vance’s ass. He winced, bit his tongue, breathed a gasp into the blanket. Miranda pushed the tip of her plastic cock into Vance’s hole, gently rubbing the crown in tight, corkscrew spirals.

Vance gasped. Miranda’s plastic cock drilled slowly into his ass. An inch at a time, the member eased through his well-lubricated hole. Fire burned his rear; tearing, biting fire. He twisted his fists tighter around the sheet and but the back of his hand.

It hurt. There was no other way to say it. Vance dared turning his face up from the bed. Jason’s scrub pants were halfway down his thighs. The muscular CNA was leaning against the wall, openly stroking his meaty cock. The sick smile on his face while he tugged forced a flush into Vance’s face.

“I bet you like that… Don’t you bitch?” Miranda’s hand took another stinging bite out of Vance’s ass. She thrust her hips and the plastic harness slapped against Vance’s rear. He blurted out a cry.

The bed shook, metal frame squealing squealing against the activity, as Miranda worked her hips. She slid the cock into Vance’s ass in painfully, agonizing slow strokes, then ground small circles at the base.

The fire in Vance’s violated hole eased. His ass had adjusted. Where there had been flame before there was now only a pleasurable stretching and fullness.

Miranda grabbed a handful of Vance’s hair and jerked his head back. Her hips bucked, punctuating her every word. “I… asked… you… a… question.”

Grunting was all Miranda received. Vance now timed his own bucking hips, smashing back against Miranda’s thighs. He moaned.

Miranda and Jason’s combined laughter filled the room. Jason stroked his cock, furiously now, grinning at Vance’s obvious change of heart. “Haha. Everyone always liked it sooner or later.”

Vance knew Jason was right. He’d never felt anything like it. He’d never thought he’d enjoy getting fucked in the ass like a cheap whore. His cock throbbed. He reached for it with a trembling hand…

Miranda’s hand cracked down a third time, leaving a scarlet hand print on Vance’s ass. “No one said you could touch anything, bitch.”

Between waves of pleasure, Vance grunted a throaty, “Please! I’m sorry I tried to sneak it in. But I have to cum.”

“Oh you’ll cum alright,” Miranda said. She grabbed Vance’s hips. Pounded savagely. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room.

Suddenly, Jason stomped forward, still jerking his solid cock, breathing fast. “I’m gonna cum.”

Miranda smiled and winked. “You know the drill.”

Vance looked up just in time. The first sticky rope of Jason’s cum hit Vance in the cheek. He quickly sealed his lips against the salty taste. Two more long lines caught him on the nose. Jason slapped his spent cock against Vance’s face before stuffing it back into his scrubs. Humiliation crushed Vance to his core. Then, the tingling in his ass exploded with euphoria.

“Oh shit,” Vance said.

“That’s right, bitch. Now you can cum,” Miranda said in a husky voice.

Vance’s cock sprayed its load onto the bed. Miranda pounded a few last times for good measure while he thrashed. She pulled the plastic cock out of Vance’s ass. He flopped into the puddle of his cum, exhausted.

Miranda gave his ass a slap and turned to Jason. “Get him dressed then get him dosed.” She stepped out of the harness and replaced it into the leather case. Her icy eyes gleamed in the low light.

“Welcome to Ravenstone, bitch.”

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As I walk into the room, you are lying naked on the sofa with the fingers of your right hand busy pushing in and out of your wet pussy as your thumb dances around your clit. The fingers of your left hand busily move from the nipple of one breast to the other as you sit with glazed eyes watching the video of a woman being fucked. You are so wrapped up in the action on the screen and your near orgasmic state that you do not hear or see me enter the room and when I clear my throat to signal my presence, your head turns and your jaw drops in surprise.

You begin to apologize but I stop you and tell you to go on, reminding you that you will pay for your transgression. I walk to the bar and pour myself a short drink and then take a seat in the chair so that I can watch you as you begin to pleasure yourself again.

Your eyes wander from the screen to me and back as your fingers once again find your wet pussy. You begin by pushing two fingers inside and slowly rubbing your clit as it peeks out from under its hood. Your breathing becomes a bit ragged as the pleasure begins to rise again and your fingers dance across your hardened nipples again. Your thumb presses harder against your clit as it circles the hardened pleasure center and another finger joins the two plunging inside your hot pussy.

Moans come from deep inside you as your orgasm nears and your eyes lock onto mine. Your teeth catch the inside of your lip as your push your hips forward trying to capture your entire hand in your pussy as your orgasm peaks and your hand is flooded with your sex juices. As your orgasm subsides, your breathing becomes more relaxed and your body melts into the sofa.

Your eyes open and I look at you hard. I tell you to come to me and as you attempt to rise to walk over, I stop you and tell you to crawl to me. You slowly crawl as your mind tries to imagine the punishment to come as you know that you did not have permission to bring pleasure to yourself before my arrival.

I place my drink on the table near me and walk to the dining room and return with a straight back chair. I then sit and motion for you to climb across my lap. You slowly lift yourself and lie across my knees. I reach down and turn your head toward me and tell you that you have knowingly broken the rules by pleasuring yourself without my presence and/or permission. I ask if you know the punishment for each and you slowly nod your head; I stop to tell you that you will be punished for each transgression rather than only one. Your eyes open widely in an expression of surprise as you thought that you would only receive one punishment for the two infractions.

I push your head back down as begin to slowly rub your bottom with my right hand. After a few moments, you feel my hand leave your buttock as the cool air caresses the soft flesh of your backside. You hear the air rushing as my hand comes crashing down on your right buttock, not too hard but hard enough to bring a gasp of pain/relief from you. Pain from the smarting blow and relief to know that the punishment has begun. Suddenly, you feel my palm as it strikes your left cheek, followed by a sudden pinch of your left nipple as my hand reaches under you and finds your hard breast bud and pinches and pulls at it just as the blow finds your ass.

My right hand slowly rubs the two handprints and my left hand reaches farther down and finds your right nipple. My fingertips lightly caress it as I raise my hand again. As the third blow strikes your right bun, my fingertips pinch your nipple hard and pull it as the fourth blow comes crashing down escort pendik on your left cheek. Your moan from the pain and the pleasure combined and you squirm across my thighs. I release your nipple and place my left hand in the small of your back, holding you still as my right hand rises and then falls, much harder, this time for the fifth time. Tiny tears begin to form in your eyes from the increased intensity of the blow and the sixth blow back on your left cheek makes you realize that the rules were meant to be followed. You begin to wonder if the pleasure had been worth the punishment to come.

The seventh and eighth swats are delivered in reverse order, left buttock and then the right, causing more distress as the previous burn on your left cheek had not melted away yet. The final swats are even harder but the soft caresses on the hot flesh begin to dissipate the heat of the blows.

You sigh softly as my hand slowly caresses your punished buttocks and my fingertips dance between your cheeks finding the hot flesh near your asshole and pussy. My fingertips graze your sex open and from your self-pleasure and new moisture from the punishment just received. Your breathing slowly begins to return to normal as you savor the afterglow of both. I tell you to get up and you rise slowly and stand before me, naked and open.

I stand from the chair and take your hand. Leading you to the table in front of the sofa, I clear it with a brush of my other hand and then tell you to lie across it…face up. You stand at the end of the table and then sit at its edge; the glass cools your recently spanked buns as your hands slide along the edge of the table and your body reclines against the table.

I pull your legs to the sides of the table exposing your pussy and place a small pillow behind your head so that you can see what I am about to do. I bend over and kiss your lips and explain that I am about to punish you for your second transgression, but I do not tell you what is about to happen. I reach for your nipples and pinch them, progressively increasing the pressure as my fingertips twist and pull at them, extending your large breasts upward; the weight of your tits pulls against my fingertips as you moan and wince from the pain. I drop them at the same time and, then, you feel the first swat against your left breast. It is not too hard but definitely smarts enough to get your attention just as the next blow falls on your right nipple.

I bend over and lick the handprints on your breasts, kissing them as I move to the side of the table and kneel there. I run my fingertip around the areola of your left breast, circling it until I reach your hard nipples; the very tip of my fingertip rubs against the top of your nub and then leaves it as it makes the trip to your right breast, repeating the track.

My left hand is rubbing your stomach as it slowly finds its way to your pubis, my fingers spread the hood covering your pleasure bud and I rub it hard and pinch it. I raise my hand and you feel the full weight of it as it comes crashing down on your exposed clit. I push my hand across your wet pussy lips and press hard against them, not entering you but rubbing hard.

My right hand lifts and falls against your right breast and quickly the left tit feels my palm fall hard on it. Handprints slowly appear on our soft tit flesh as my hand falls softly on them and rub the warm flesh where the swats fell.

My left hand has spread your thighs even more and my fingertips move back up toward your navel only to leave your skin there escort şişli and come crashing down on your swollen pussy lips with my thumb extended and falling across your exposed clitoris. You moan a bit from the pain of the unexpected swat and sigh from the pleasure building slowly over your body.

I stand and move to the other side of the table, stopping along the way to retrieve my glass, empty except for the ice cubes left behind. I remove one and, after kneeling at the side of the table again, I allow drops from the melting cube to fall on your hard nipples; the drops splash and smaller droplets fall to your brown areola sending shivers across your body. I lower the cube to the tip of each nipple and rub it there. You moan a bit louder and then even louder as I lean over you and take each nipple in my lips and suck the moisture from each one. I raise my head back up and then as I grin evilly at you, I bring my left hand down on the right breast and then the left one.

Suddenly, you feel my right hand crashing down on your hot pussy again and your hips jump either trying to rise to it as it goes back up or to hump the cool air in order to ease the heat from the blow and your rising passion.

The fourth and fifth blows to each breast come crashing one after the other and your soft flesh bounces with each one. After each of these comes a slightly harder swat to your pussy, your juices coating your nether lips as another orgasm approaches.

I pinch, twist and pull each of your nipples as your pussy is being spanked. I again take another ice cube and rub your nipples with it, making them even harder from the cold versus the fire of the tit spanking. I remove the cube and then move it to my right hand and I put it directly on your clit, watching as you writhe as the cold meets the heat of your clit and producing excruciating contrasts of fire and ice on your hard nub. What little is left of the cube, I push inside your pussy lips and it melts almost immediately from the heat of your womanhood and the water dilutes your sex juices as they pour out from your pussy lips as my fingers withdraw.

I raise my left hand again and it falls to each of your breasts three times in succession and the handprints cover all of the soft flesh except for your areola and nipples.

I turn my body a bit direct my full attention to your pussy. I slowly rub the soft flesh of your belly and then I pull your hood back and rub my thumb hard against your clit. You push against my thumb trying to rub it harder and perhaps capture my fingers in your dripping pussy. I lift my hand and spank your pussy twice to admonish your efforts and your arch your back and spread your thighs wider opening your pussy even more to my blows. The wetness from your pussy splashes as my fingers meet your hot lips there and you moan loudly as the blows land.

I take my left hand and push three fingers inside your pussy from the top and, as my fingertips rub against your g-spot on the top side of your pussy, I spank my own hand and drive my fingertips harder into you and hard against your clit. Your mouth opens and you scream from the pleasure of the direct hit on both your g-spot and your clit. Your pussy juices stream from the open lips and trickle over your perineum down to your asshole and then pooling on the glass top of the table.

I remove my hand from your pussy and you raise your hips trying to capture it before it escapes and you sigh as the cool air replaces the warmth of my hand.

I stand and remove my clothing as you watch intently, ataköy escort wondering how, where and when you will feel my seed splashing in/against your body. Once naked, I lift my leg over the table and straddle your body; you feel the hardness of my cock against your soft skin and a drop of precum falls on your heated skin. I look deep into your eyes and tell you that your body and your pleasure belong to me and not you. Asking if you understand, you nod your head and whisper “Yes, Sir”.

I reach down and pinch both of your nipples at the same time and lift your breasts as I pinch harder and pull upward, stretching them. I release them and let them drop and as they jiggle from the fall, I bring my hands down twice on them quickly, leaving more handprints on your tanned orbs. I stand a bit and lean forward as I take my cock and milk precum from it allowing it to drop onto each of your hard nipples. Then, I take my hands and spread the slick juice around your tits covering and soothing the handprints just left by the quick blows.

I then stand again and turn my body around; this blocks your view of what I might do to your pussy and you tremble as your imagination gets the better of you. You feel my hands rubbing hard against your sex; my fingers dip inside your pussy and are coated with your thick juices. I lift my fingers to my nose and inhale your sweet essence before putting them into my mouth and licking your juices from my fingertips. Your moans let me know that you are enjoying my touch and how I appreciate your body and its reactions. I lean forward to look at your pussy, swollen with desire, reddened from my earlier blows and dripping wet in anticipation of what it to come. You feel my precum as it drips over the hood of your clit from my cock above it just before you feel my hand come crashing down over your pussy lips. Your orgasm wells up inside you and you cum, pushing your hips into the air, meeting the next blow of my hand. You scream from the pleasure and beg me not to stop. I bring my hand down five more times as you cum violently and loudly. Your juices flooding your crotch and my hand as it strikes each time. I cup my hand over your pussy and slowly rub it, then ease two fingers and then three inside your pussy as I move your left leg to the end of the table and then lift your heel to the tables edge. You weakly move your right leg and I reach over to pull it up like the left leg.

The fingers of my left hand dip into the pool of your sex juices on the table top and then find your asshole; the middle finger pushes slowly inside your backdoor rubbing against the fingers of my right hand deep inside your pussy. I slowly finger fuck both holes until you beg me to stop and fuck you.

I stand up and then walk to the end of the table where I kneel between your thighs and place my cockhead at your wet open pussy. I lean forward a bit and rub my cock against your wet lips; you slide toward me trying to capture my hardness inside you but I pull away, teasing you. I guide my cock to your pussy and I push deep inside you. I put my hands on the table at your sides and slowly and deliberately fuck you deep and hard. I gaze into your eyes and see your lust as you mouth the words ‘fuck me, lover’. I push harder and deeper with each thrust, gaining tempo as you push against me searching for your third orgasm. I lift my hands to your nipples and pinch and twist them hard as your breathing changes and your orgasm begins to wash over you. Your pussy clutches at my hard cock and I feel my cum rise from my balls. Your orgasm reaches its peak and your sex sucks the seed from my cock. I release your nipples and lean forward falling across your stomach, my face caressed by your breasts.

My hands slide behind you and I lift and hold you as I raise myself. My lips find yours and we kiss passionately washed away in our pleasure.