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Her First Gang Bang

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You call me, and tell me that you have a surprise for me. I ask, “What sort?”.

You say, “One that you are sure to enjoy.”

You continue to tell me that you will pick me up at 8 sharp and to be sure to bring my coat and state, “It will be chilly.”

You know that I will be wearing one of my usual outfits for when we have the chance to meet. Skirt, stockings, heels.

It is now 8 and you arrive as you promised. I enter your truck and you say, “You look absolutely delicious tonite, my pet.”

I respond, “Thank you.”

You see the excitement in my face and show no signs as to where we are headed. We kiss full on the mouth and it sends a shiver through my entire body. You reach between my legs and find my pussy. It is wet with anticipation.

You enter my pussy slowly with one, then two fingers. You twist them and coat them well with my juices. Lifting your hand to my mouth, you tell me, “Lick them clean.” I do as you instruct.

You ask, “Do you like they way you taste?”

I respond, “Yes.” You begin to drive.

I ask, “Where are we going?”

“In due time, my sweet, in due time.”

We continue to talk about how our week had gone. Family, work etc.

At some point during the drive, you say to me, “Take off your clothing, leaving only your stockings and heels.”

I protest, “Not while were driving Everyone will see me.”

You say to me in a stern voice, “It is not a request, but a demand. Now remove all your clothing as I told you to do. You kuşadası escort may cover yourself with your coat.”

I am surprised, you have not spoken this way before. It excites me, yet I don’t want you to know this. All you see as you glance toward me is slight rage.

I do as you have demanded and sit in the seat covered only by my coat.

You continue to drive. I again ask, “Where are we going? How long before we get there?”

“You will know this soon enough slut.” You continue, “Play with my pussy.”

“Yours?” I question.

“Yes, it belongs to me. I will choose to do whatever I want with it.”

I start to rub my clit from under the coat. You reach over and push the material away.

“I want to watch you.”

It is starting to get dark. You say to me, “We are almost there. You must lay back and close you eyes and not open them until I say that you can.”

I do as you have said. I can feel the truck making turns and then we stop.

You say, “Lay still,” and then kiss me full on my mouth.

As you do this, I feel your hands place something over my eyes. I start to wiggle a little and you tell me, “Not to worry, it is only a blindfold. You must wear this and not try to remove it.”

I obey.

I hear your door open and you get out. I am still lying there with my lower half exposed.

I hear my door open and a sudden breeze of air rushes over my exposed skin. You remove my coat and instruct me to get out.

“Where are kuşadası escort bayan we?” I question.

“Do not worry, I will not let anything happen to you that you do not want to happen. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I do.”

I get out and stand. You take my arms and lead me from behind. I feel something cold on my wrist. And hear a slight click. My hands are now bound behind me.

I am frightened. But you whisper, “All will be good. You will truly enjoy what is in store.”

You lead me up a stone path. We stop and I hear you knock on a wooden door. The door is answered and I can hear the voice of a women.

She says, “Welcome, you may join the rest of us in the living room. Ah, what a very nice slave you have with you.”

I am seated in a chair, my wrists are bound and connected to the chair, my head is turned to the side and there is a large cock placed into my mouth. It starts to saw in and out, back and forth, I feel the cock head gliding over my lips. When the head is touching the back of my throat, I feel soft balls against my chin. I AM IN HEAVEN ~

I am still blindfolded and know that there is a pair of lips and a tongue that is running up and down my hot wet juicy slit. I move open my legs as wide as they will go, hoping for more of that tongue.

Suddenly, I feel another presence between my legs. I feel a finger slide up my lips and I lift my hips towards it. I want it inside so bad.

I feel one set of lips take my clit in side, suck on escort kuşadası it, then nibble it with teeth, Oh, God, it feels so good.

I now feel a finger as it slides up inside of my hot wet cunt. All the way to the nuckle.

“UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, I moan.

When I do that, I hear your voice groan as the vibration of my mouth on your cock causes you to go over the edge. I can feel the familiar throb of the head of your cock and know you are about to cum. You have cum in my mouth so many times before, I LOVE IT, I know exactly what to do.

I give one last large suck and then open my mouth wide. You start to fuck my face, faster and harder and deeper. I feel the first load of cum splatter against the back of my throat. I swallow quickly, but know there is more.

I then feel it as you slide the cock from my throat, I can’t see but I know you are jerking your cock and I open my mouth for what I know is more loads of cum that you want me to capture in my throat.

The 2nd load hits me near my mouth, I try to get my tongue around to taste and then another loads hits my face, then another, and another and another. I love it.

I now feel the cum dripping from my face and then I feel soft lips. I am sure they are the lips of a woman kissing my face, trying to lick it clean of your cum.

This sends me over the edge and I lift my ass so I can get more of the mouth and the finger.

When I do this, a finger is jammed up inside of me. Suddenly, another finger finds it’s way to my asshole.

“OH MY GOD”, I scream.

The finger is thrust deep inside of my tight hot asshole. As the two fingers start fingerfucking me, one in my cunt, one in my ass, I scream and cum.

“Oh fuck, oh my God, fuck yeah, eat my cunt and finger my ass.”

My body explodes.

He Takes Ch. 03

Amateur

That first night she spent on the floor in fear of the unknown finally and thankfully came to an end as she was roused from the light sleep she had involuntarily fallen into by the nudging of his toe in her ribcage.

“It’s time for you to get up and be fed,” he said quietly in a controlled tone as his toe came to rest yet again in her ribs and his knees cracked as he bent to kneel beside her to remove her blindfold.

Bright warm summer sunlight from what was obviously a glorious day streamed through the large windows lining two of the walls of his bedroom temporarily blinding her due to the sensory deprivation induced by the blindfold during the long dark hours she had endured. She stood, felt lightheaded and swayed unsteady on her feet, only gaining her equilibrium by virtue of his quick clasp on her elbow steadying her while she regained her balance. His firm hand on her elbow felt as it had during those prior three months, calming, soothing, and powerful yet gentle, making her feel protected and loved, yet now it was just so different. Everything was just so different.

Never had she stood naked in front of a man trying to regain her composure with what she could now see to be an intricate set of interlocking silver rings binding each of her wrists and held in place by a cunningly conceived outer channel though the center of which ran a heavy twisted black silken cord drawn tightly together with a slip knot from which dangled about eighteen inches of what were now two ends of the silken cord ending in what she had to admit were quite lovely tassels. If these bracelets and their matching collar, whose identical black silken cord and tassels dangled from her throat to just above her belly-button, were not on her and she had seen them lying in a store she would have thought them quite beautiful although she had to admit to herself she would not have understood their purpose without an explanation; and why the hell should she have understood their purpose she thought to herself, as she was a grown mature woman who was not into these kinds of things.

“It’s a beautiful Saturday and the whole weekend is in front of us my sweet,” he said softly.

“Come let’s eat breakfast and begin our day,” and with that he turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom leaving her standing there trying to digest kuşadası escort and process the scene and her circumstances.

Not knowing what to do or what was expected of her she walked from the bedroom into the bathroom found her bathrobe, covered her nakedness and after one or two attempts figured out how the slipknots worked that held her bracelets and collar in place, so that she removed them leaving them beside the sink and headed to the inviting smells of freshly brewed coffee and bacon and eggs cooking happily away on the stove wafting towards her from the kitchen. Following the familiar and comfortable smells into the kitchen she thought gladly to herself that whatever dark and unfamiliar scene had played itself out last night with herself being the star attraction was now over and the regularity and sanity of life as she had known it had finally, and thankfully, returned to her world.

As she entered the kitchen his back was to her as he attended to the almost finished eggs and bacon that still sizzled in the frying pan on the stove with a metal spatula. Coffee cups for both of them were laid neatly out on the kitchen table, as were napkins, knife, fork and an already made basket of toast. Butter, jam, salt, and pepper completed the homey and familiar scene as she sat down, picked up her coffee cup, and brightly said to him, “What a beautiful day. What do you think we should do today?”

Without turning and while still stirring the scrambling eggs, and with a low but terse edge to his voice he replied, “and who gave you permission to speak? You will only speak when you are either given permission or asked a direct question by me. Do you understand that?”

Despite everything that had happened the night before now she was truly shocked, as no one had ever spoken to her in her entire life in that tone of voice before. So shocked was she that she could not move as stunned silence filled the room and the void that the overpowering silence created forced him to turn from the stove taking in with one glance the bathrobe covering her body and the missing collar and cuffs he had placed on her during the previous night. She watched with the beginnings of fear creeping up from the pit of her stomach as she saw him slowly shake his head from side to side as if in utter disbelief at what he was kuşadası escort bayan seeing.

After a few moments and while still shaking his head from side to side he said to her in a low controlled tone, “Why girl why?” and leaving the pan on the stove he covered the distance separating them in three short strides and in one fluid rapid motion with his arm swept all of the breakfast settings, coffee, toast and all onto the floor in a jumble of broken china, spilled coffee, and jam.

“Take that robe off now and bend over the table. Do it now and do not make me say it again.”

Never had she witnessed anyone, let alone her gentle lover of the past three months, act with such controlled yet apparent anger that for the first time real fear set in, and not knowing what might happen if she did not do as she had been told she sheepishly let the robe fall to the floor and shaken and shaking she leaned her tanned and taut body over the table so that her ass stood high and proud at the edge of the table that now cut into her belly folding her in essence in half so that her breasts were compressed against the table top on which her face now lay sideways and her arms dangled over the far side of the width of the table.

“Don’t move,” she heard him sneer at her from behind her and once again a deafening silence fell between them. Time again stood still as perhaps three minutes passed in absolute silence although she could hear his now irregular and somewhat strained breathing as she imagined him trying to calm down and control his anger. Just as she began to think that he was regaining his composure and this latest indignity would quickly pass, she screamed involuntarily and nearly passed out from pain she could not have ever imagined as he solidly pressed into the firm right cheek of her ass the metal spatula he had been so calmly using moments before to scramble the eggs and turn the bacon that had been cooking on the stove when she had walked into the kitchen not even five minutes before. She could tell from the smell of her own burning flesh that in the silent moments that she had been stretched naked across the kitchen table he had evidently been heating the spatula in the gas flame of the stove until it had turned red hot before turning his attention to her upheld ass and applying what escort kuşadası had now been transformed from an ordinary kitchen appliance into an instrument of unimaginable torture marking her tight ass cheek like it was a cattle brand and she a calf. The son of a bitch has branded me, was the last thought that she was aware of as she passed out from the pain.

Sometime later she woke up with her ass still on fire and much to her amazement still lying across that kitchen table. As she regained her awareness of her surroundings she realized that the collar and cuffs that she had worn the night before had been placed once again around her neck and wrists, only this time the dangling silken cords had been extended by other cords tied to their ends such that she was now tied down to the legs of the table in spread eagle fashion unable to move her arms which now lay outstretched towards either end of the table, nor her neck whose cord had likewise been extended and tied down to one of the table legs.

The debris of the breakfast table still lay on the floor in the distance and her legs ached from having supported her body for what must have been hours as she was aware that the light coming through the kitchen window was now fading signaling the approaching onset of dusk. Her muscles ached, her ass screamed for medical attention, and her bladder felt as if it could burst at any second. But here she was tied down in the most unbelievably uncomfortable position she could imagine with no ability to untie herself. As she lay there trying to comprehend her situation and how this could have happened to her she gradually became aware of his presence in the kitchen. He’d been quietly seated in a chair behind her for god only knew how long watching the blisters from his handiwork form on her ass while she had regained consciousness and gradually took in and assessed her situation.

“It’s too bad you ruined our day, my dear; as I had made plans for us to go on a picnic this afternoon. I’m going to go to a movie and then out to dinner and will leave you here to think about the error of your ways.” With that and as the sun gently began to set in the distant horizon she heard him get up from his chair and saw his pant legs with her peripheral vision as he walked around the table to which she was bound casually throwing out as an aside as he exited the kitchen, “Sleep well my darling. I will see you in the morning and hopefully tomorrow we will both have a nice day,” and with those words hanging in the air between them he was gone leaving her bound to the kitchen table in the dim light of the now rapidly setting sun.

Happy Camper Ch. 03

Mature

Anna opened her bag, deciding what the guys would most like to see her in. She chose the jean shorts Nate loved so much, and a white crop top that showed so much cleavage her nipples were almost visible.

She turned to the mirror, re-applying her lipstick, as most of it had disappeared while sucking Jeremy’s cock. She was just beginning to fix her mascara when she heard Nate call out for her.

“Anna! We’re waiting!”

“I’m almost done!” she yelled back.

Nate knew how long she took to get ready, and Anna also knew that he liked it that way.

Remembering that Nate had brought something along for her, she opened his bag to see her favorite hot pink butt plug inside it.

Anna shivered excitedly. She had never worn a butt plug in front of anyone else but Nate before. She picked it up, along with a bottle of lube.

“There’s our cute little doll,” said Nate, who was sitting around the fire with Jeremy, cans of beer open in their hands. “You look amazing, sweetie.”

“Thank you, baby,” Anna said, settling into the third chair.

“What’s that you’ve got there, Anna?” Jeremy asked, winking at Nate.

Anna held up the pink plug.

“Mmm, goddamn. You can take that whole thing in your ass?” asked Jeremy.

Nate answered for her – “of course she can. Are you surprised?”

Anna felt a little bit proud. She genuinely loved having this butt plug inside her and loved knowing how hot Nate found it. To be able to impress Jeremy with it, too, was just an added bonus.

“Anna, could you bring us a couple more beers out of the cooler?” Nate asked.

She could feel their gazes following her as she pulled two cans out of görükle escort the cooler. As she handed one to Jeremy, he smacked her ass when she turned around.

“Do you know your ass cheeks are hanging out of these shorts?” he said, with a little laugh.

“Yeah, that’s why I had her bring them,” interjected Nate, grinning.

When Anna reached Nate, he spun her so he was facing her ass, giving the bottom of each cheek a little jiggle. He reached around her to undo the button to the shorts, slowly pulling them off her beautiful ass.

“What do you think, Jeremy? Do you want to watch Anna put this plug in her ass for us?”

Jeremy cracked open his beer and took a big swig. “Fuck yes, I absolutely do.”

Anna waited as Nate opened the bottle of lube, coating the plug with it.

“Now bend over, baby,” he said, running his hands over her ass.

She felt the cold end of the butt plug press against her tight asshole, as Nate began to work it inside, little by little. It was a hot feeling, the sensation of stretching to accommodate the toy.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jeremy groaned, watching the butt plug disappear inside Anna’s ass. His cock was getting hard again.

“It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” Nate said, as the entirety of the plug was now inside Anna. He gave the base of it a little push, causing Anna to take a sharp inward breath.

“How does that feel, dollface?” Nate asked, pressing the plug again a few more times.

“I feel so filled up,” Anna said, with a dreamy little sigh. “I’m horny now.”

Jeremy walked over to Nate and Anna, running his hands over Anna’s smooth exposed skin, and giving the görükle escort bayan base of the plug a little push himself.

“She’s really an insatiable little slut, huh?”

Nate was unzipping his pants, pulling out his hard cock. The sight of Anna half-naked with a bright pink butt plug filling her up, while his best friend observed it all, was enough to arouse him once more.

“Sit on my cock now,” Nate instructed. “You’re not totally full yet.”

Anna lowered herself onto Nate’s lap, her pussy feeling so much tighter and fuller now that the butt plug was in. She began to bounce up and down on his cock, while Jeremy looked on.

“Those tits are going to pop out any second. This is hardly a shirt, Anna,” he said. “Do you own any real clothes?”

She giggled, looking down to see that he was right.

“Go ahead and pull them out for us,” Nate said. “Free the tits!”

Anna slowed to a grind, allowing Jeremy to pull her shirt down over her breasts. He squeezed them together, running his fingers across her nipples.

Nate had begun rubbing Anna’s clit while she grinded against his lap, and this combined with Jeremy’s touch on her nipples had her on the brink of another orgasm.

“Someone’s gonna cum, huh?” Nate said teasingly, rubbing her clit faster now.

“Don’t stop,” Anna moaned, grinding now in a steady rhythm.

“Cum for me, let me feel it.”

Nate felt her tense and quiver, as she let out a loud moan. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cum so hard. The butt plug had definitely had an effect.

“She’s so pretty when she cums,” Jeremy said, stroking his own cock now.

“Isn’t bursa escort she though?”

Anna got off of Nate’s cock, which was still throbbing, and took her shirt entirely off, so that all she wore was her butt plug. Every part of her trembled.

“What do you think, man? Want to put some cum on that pretty face?” Nate asked, looking at Jeremy.

Anna obediently got to her knees in front of both men, as they stood stroking their cocks over top of her.

“Put your tongue out for us.”

Anna watched them watching her, feeling dizzily happy after her orgasm. It wasn’t long until Nate came first, his cum shooting straight onto her tongue and lips.

“Keep it out like that,” Nate groaned, relishing the way the cum looked just sitting on her tongue.

Jeremy came shortly after, moving closer so he could direct his load to her forehead, so she was entirely coated.

“Goddamn,” he said. “Nate, you are a lucky man.”

“Aren’t I?” Nate smiled down at Anna, gently caressing her under her chin. “Swallow that for me, baby doll.”

Obediently, she swallowed Nate’s load down her throat, licking her lips for good measure.

“Good girl,” Nate said with a smile. “Let me get something to clean you off.”

Jeremy left to go get more beer from his truck, while Nate very clearly dragged his feet going to get Anna a towel. When he finally returned, with a mischievous grin on his face, the cum was just beginning to dry.

Nate began wiping the cum from her face.

“The best girl,” he said quietly to her, and when it was done, he grabbed her chin for a kiss.

“The butt plug?” Anna said inquiringly, aware of it once again. She squirmed.

“Mmm, I think we’ll leave it where it is for the evening,” Nate said, helping Anna up from her knees. “You’re cute when you squirm.”

Anna was more than okay with this. She settled happily into one of the seats around the fire, as Nate stoked the flames.

Helping Jess Pt. 04

Anal

I got into the house. Jess looked into my eyes and saw I was out of it. “I guess that was quite hard for you John, maybe too much too quickly.”

I nodded. My head was screwed, I didn’t really know where I was. She gave me a kiss on the lips.

“OK sleepy head. Let’s get to bed. Up the stairs with you, and brush your teeth!”

She watched me walk up, then cat-whistled me. “That’s a nice piece of ass there. I bet you go like a bunny don’t you luv?”

I got embarrassed at that, how could I react? She saw my confusion and laughed. I wandered into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

Shortly she came up – back in her red silk chemise and red silk panties. As before they hugged her body tight, showing off her great figure and making her as gorgeous as ever. I groaned when I saw her. All I wanted to do was to hold her and make love to her, not as if I had any chance of that.

“You OK John?” she seemed really concerned using my real name.

“Please Jess, you looking fucking gorgeous, really something else, but I think you know this, please can I just hold you and stroke you?”

“Oh John, you are sweet, but now I want you to stand in front of the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. For now I am just going to look at this piece of meat and feel your pretty silky butt that I have been missing.”

Her hands started feeling me and stroking me, the feeling of being stroked through the satin was great. I started to touch her hands and arms and stroke her back.

“Keep your hands off me you dirty pervert. Keep brushing your teeth. You are my little sex object to use as I want. Stand there nice and passive like a good girl and make me happy.”

Her hands were going all over the place, and sometimes reaching between my legs. I was getting so horny again, but unable to do anything. Eventually she stopped. “Now keep your legs straight, touch your toes and close your eyes.” I did as I was told, obviously it made my butt easy for her to touch. I closed my eyes.

She started stroking me again and lifting up my nightdress to look at my arse.

“Oh you are a pretty bitch Belle. In the future I am going to give you a good pegging in this hole. The idea makes me hot. I also want you to be as pretty a sissy as possible OK? You have to learn to apply make-up, and then we’ll buy you pretty jewelry and anything else you can think of – nice frilly clothes, and you’ll have to talk like a girl, and sign like a girl.

Tomorrow I want you to make a list of what things you can do to be more girly for me. I will be your man, your job is to make me want you. List 10 things that I would find attractive as a horny man, and I will choose what you have to do. These things could be beauty items like putting a ribbon on the top of your stockings or on Daphne. The other side is actions – maybe you do a dance for me, or you give me a lecture on how best to put on a suspender belt.

Now open your eyes, and let’s go to bed. You need to give me multiple orgasms before we go to sleep. You won’t get any of course – hehe. You can go to sleep in my arms so close but so far.”

We got into bed and she demanded I please her passionately, kissing her all over, using my fingers to please her, and then my tongue – at which point she grabbed my hair and pulled my head into her pussy. Eventually after her third orgasm, we finished.

“Thanks Belle, that was nice. Now put your arms up to the headrest.” I did so and she cuffed me, both arms. After that she chained my ankles. “That’s better don’t you think?”

I smiled, “well, this is like heaven for me mistress, I love being under your control. Though it is a tough heaven, being denied all the time, and you being next to me.”

“Well it is my heaven too Belle, having a pretty sissy service me. Now I want to have a look at Daphne, she can spend the night out.”

She was lying next to me, she pulled the covers off me and took a key off the bedside table, and lifted up my nightdress. I heard the lock unclick, and soon she was taking off the cage. Daphne sprang to attention.

“Oh she is sweet jumping up like that, she’s a very good girl isn’t she Belle?”

She took a cloth and cleaned Daphne, then without any warning she put Daphne into her mouth. She started giving me a blow job – 3 strokes, 4 strokes, 5 strokes I was in heaven and so close to cumming.”

I started thrusting and then she stopped, lifted her head away from Daphne and made sure I had no friction anywhere to finish it off. I writhed in my chains, so desperate, but I couldn’t do anything.

“I’m sorry Belle, but that makes me happy to think of you all horny and desperate while we go to sleep. And in future, don’t thrust, I will punish you for that in the future, most un-ladylike.”

She put my panties back and pulled the night dress down – it tented to her amusement, and pulled the cover over us.

“Now stop moving and trying to get the friction you need to finish yourself off. You are not getting off.”

I was close to crying, but I made sure I didn’t. She görükle escort snuggled up close to me, and kept stroking me for a while. Whenever Daphne started getting soft, she would give a small stroke to make her hard again and then giggle.

Eventually she turned over and soon I could hear a regular and rhythmic breathing as she fell asleep. I was tired myself and before long fell asleep.

I woke up around 6am, she was lying next to me watching me. “Hello my pretty sex toy.” She threw the covers off.

“I want to keep looking at my pretty little slut.” She started stroking me. Pheobe started rising.

“Oh hello Pheobe – nice of you to join us!

I was a bit tough on you last night Belle, so I am going to be nice to you. I will let you cum, though I was tempted to keep you horny and Pheobe free when you go shopping – no doubt you would get many erections in the lingerie stores when you see the pretty lingerie and the assistants notice that kind of thing.” She kept talking and starting stroking Phoebe. I was getting very horny again. She was deliberately drawing it out. I wasn’t sure whether to believe she was really going to let me cum or if it was going to be another cruel joke. She was also using a pair of satin panties to stroke Phoebe, she knew that the feeling added to my excitement.

She kept going and I was getting closer and closer now, “Do you want to touch me Belle?”

“Yes please mistress, can I touch and kiss you?”

“Yes, though I will leave one leg chained, and not completely free. I want you to get used to the fact that every time you cum from now on, I control things, and you will be tied and get your pleasure on my terms, or not at all.”

She proceeded to uncuff both hands and one leg, but left the other leg chained. She continued stroking me and ordered me to touch her. “Behave like a fucking man for god’s sake, if you want to touch me, then touch me – everywhere. Kiss my nipples and try and make me wet. Stop being an indecisive sissy.”

I was all over her then, I ripped off her top, and I couldn’t get enough of her gorgeous breasts and body and kissed her neck all over, and started getting her wet as well. She kept stroking Phoebe and eventually I couldn’t hold on.

“I’m cumming, aaghh yes.”

She pushed me back onto the bed and kept stroking until I was finished, then she stopped, and just held me.

“That was great thanks.”

She unlocked my ankle chains and left the room. I surprised myself by going back to sleep.

Some time later, I was woken up by Jess with a cup of tea. “Wake up sleepy head – you have had another 2 hours sleep, but now we have some shopping to do.”

I sat up and took my tea. She was dressed in a t-shirt and a tight pair of jeans. I realized I was still dressed in the night dress, and felt embarrassed. I tried to cover myself with the duvet.

She found this amusing, and stopped me. “You must never hide your beauty from me my pretty. You are my little toy to do with as I please. Think of yourself as an object which has to be shown to me and to be pretty for me.”

“But please Jess I look ridiculous.”

“Look Belle, I find it cute that you are sharing your perverse dreams with me and trust me. Remember that I get off on your embarrassment, and that with this I can control you more and more. We both know that you’re not a girl, but you like dressing in girls’ clothes, and I intend to push you further than you have gone so far.

I’ll tell you now, that I want to show you off to some of my girlfriends, and I want it that they don’t realize you are a man at first. I am sure they will find it hilarious when they see how far I push you. Don’t worry they aren’t from around here.”

I was shocked but excited at this, I think it showed. She pushed my chin up and closed my mouth. “Don’t worry you will get used to being exposed. It will often be very embarrassing for you.

Now, I have put out the clothes you will wear this morning, and we need to go out and do the shopping. I want to buy you lots and lots of pretty things. Plenty of lingerie as you can’t wear male underclothes any more, and we need to consider other things too like dresses.”

This scared me. “Jess, can we not go local – I really don’t want to go anywhere close. Also, please can we make sure nothing is public.”

She nodded and we agreed to go to a town a one-hour drive away. She agreed that no outer female clothing would be obviously associated with me.

“Jess, this friend of yours, is she coming tomorrow and what is her name.”

She went quiet at this, “Yes, I had forgotten about that. Her name is Claire. Please do me a favour John – I’ll use you real name around her – but please talk very little around her. She’ll be difficult for you to handle otherwise.”

I didn’t get it.

“Why, does she do?”

“Nothing, she is very nice, but she is an alpha female, with a capital A, and she is always right. She can misunderstand things sometimes and she has a big temper. Given she will have görükle escort bayan your key, I suggest you be nice to her.”

“She’s going to take the key? I have never met her before, does she have to take it? Can’t we use plastic locks or you keep the key?”

“Yes she is taking it – it was part of the conditions, and she is bringing her own lock. I have told her we are together and she won’t let me keep the key or let you have any way out. It’s ok though – as long as you don’t annoy her, you’ll be fine. Now let’s get moving, we have some shopping to do.”

She clearly didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I was a bit nervous about this ‘Claire’ who I had never met before holding my key for 2 weeks, what if she had an accident or something? I followed Jess down the stairs.

In the living room, there was laid out for me some cream silk stockings, a cream satin basque with 4 straps to the suspenders, then some white French knickers. Phoebe started to get hard seeing these clothes. Jess noticed this.

“Good, I am glad you like them, now put them on carefully. Remember any damage and you will be punished.”

I was careful and managed to put it all on without any damage.

She had also brought a pair of my jeans and a blue t-shirt. I put them on, then realized I had no socks.

“Jess, please can I have some socks?”

“No, and start getting used to not having socks, it will be hard at first, but you’ll manage. Now in one of the shops a friend of mine works and is expecting to meet my pretty sissy. When you meet her, ask her to help select the prettiest, girliest, sissiest lingerie for you.”

This scared me, and pushed me into my sub space.

She let me take a pastry for breakfast and soon we were off. She drove. It took a bit over an hour, and when we arrived, Jess pulled me into several lingerie shops.

She delighted in holding bras, panties and chemises and nightdresses up to me, and asking me if I thought I could wear a thong. I died of embarrassment and fear, hoping no-one would see us. I asked her not to do it, and she told me to stop complaining or she would ask an assistant for advice.

She was enjoying my embarrassment, and strung it out with lots of comments like “I don’t know John, this colour doesn’t suit your complexion,” and “John, this one will go so well with the pink corset and dress I am going to buy you.”

Of course, we didn’t buy everything at once, she was drawing it out, some panties here, stockings there, nightdress elsewhere. Everything was satin or silk with touches of lace.

“It’s a pity we can’t get inner silk linings too Belle, that would rub against you all day and you’d be a horny mess.”

We went into one shop, and a sales assistant came up and asked if we would need any help. Then she recognized Jess, “hi Jess, how are you doing?”

“Hi Sue, good thank, it has been a long time, I hope things are going well for you.”

It was clear they knew each other well. Sue looked at me.

“So you are Jess’s latest. This is a bit different for her. I hope you know what you are getting into. I understand you like dressing up in woman’s clothes?”

Jess continued, “Yes, this is John, he is a closet sissy. His little fetish is now known to me, and he is not allowed to wear male underwear any more, but pretty lingerie. Please call her Belle”

She then lifted up my jeans to show my cream stockings. Sue laughed at that. I went crimson.

“He is also wearing a basque and French knickers, would you like to see them?”

How could she? I was beetroot red with embarrassment.

“Yes, that would be amusing, but would you like me to Belle?”

I had only just met Sue, and now I was going to have to ask her to see me in lingerie. Jess had a stern look on her face, one look at her made it clear that I had to do exactly that.

“Yes, please could I show you the lingerie I am wearing?”

Sue responded, “That’s nice. It is quiet now, but it’s probably best if we don’t use the changing rooms – other customers might not appreciate it. So let’s use the office, but before we do, are you looking to buy anything Jess? If yes, I suggest when you are finished we go to the office for John’s display.”

“Oh yes, we want to buy several things Sue. Now Belle, did you have something to ask Sue?”

I remembered Jess’s words from earlier, I was supposed to ask Sue for help. “Sue, please could you help select clothes for me. I like satin and silk, maybe with a little lace. It should be pretty and sexy, and girly.”

Sue smiled at that and agreed to help. The 2 girls held lingerie up against me and argued about whether it would look good on me, whether it would suit my other clothes – that we were going to buy later. They had fun discussing whether thongs would look good on me – and they agreed that I must get silky frilly clothes, and sissy lighter colours, nothing dark.

When finished, Sue took a nightdress, suspender belt and stockings and took the labels off. She gave these to me, and then bursa escort took the clothes.

“I’ll take these clothes into the office. Take the labels with your other clothes and pay for them at the cashier.”

Fortunately the shop was quiet and there was no-one else at the till. The cashier was a young petite cute girl with black hair in a pony tail, and she was wearing black silk blouse. She had very clean and tidy make-up and a lovely smile. Normally I might have tried to talk to girls like this, but in my current predicament, I just wanted to get out.

The cashier started scanning the clothes, and then did a double take when looking at me, then at Jess and then back at me. I think she was suspicious with the sizes.

“Have you got the correct sizes sir?”

“Yes thank you,” I said, just wanting her to hurry up.

She was taking more time though. Jess was beginning to smile. I saw from her name badge that her name was Samantha.

“Pretty clothes, I am sure the lady will love these”. She was going slower and slower. She got to the labels. “These are nice, are you paying for these too?”

“Yes, I am,” a short sharp answer from me now, I just wanted to get out as quickly as possible.

“Where are they then?”

“They are being worn out, so we just show the labels here,” at this point Jess snorted, she was loving this. I could see Samantha smiling too, this was turning into an embarrassing nightmare. Samantha turned to Jess, “Are these for you madam? You don’t look like a size 14.”

“No, I am a size 8,” responded Jess.

“Ah then who is wearing these clothes then?” asked Samantha with a smile.

“This sissy is, she loves dressing up in female clothes, don’t you Belle?”

“Yes mistress,” was all I could say. After all that had happened recently, I didn’t think I could get more embarrassed, but I was wrong. Now Jess was clearly enjoying exposing my sissy side to this cute girl who was over 10 years younger than me.

Samantha no longer was talking to me, but to Jess, “I have heard about such sissies and we have suspected about some of the men coming in, but this is the first time I have known. Could I see her dressed up some time?”

“Most definitely, Belle would love to show off her outfits for you, wouldn’t you Belle?”

I could only nod.

Jess leant over and whispered into my ear, “ask her to go into the office now and see you dressed up. If you fail to get her in, I will punish you hard later – even if it isn’t your fault. Beg her if you have to.”

I looked at Samantha and gulped. “If you have time, please could you come into the office, I am going to show myself in some of these clothes to Sue and mistress.”

Samantha smiled but then looked around. “I’d like to, but I am not supposed to leave the till.”

I remembered Jess’s threat. “Please come.” I said. I couldn’t believe I was almost begging this girl to come to my humiliation.

“OK, give me a second.” Samantha ran across the store and spoke to an elderly lady hanging up some clothes. I guess to ask her to cover for her.

We made our way to the office. Sue was initially surprised to see Samantha, then Jess explained I had asked her to come as well. Sue found this amusing.

I proceeded to put on the clothes Sue had selected for me. I had to walk up and down and model them. I had to walk this way and that, and they commented on my poor walk and how they could improve me. Jess told me to keep smiling, and to spank my butt suggestively for the girls.

The girls found this hilarious. Of course Phoebe was getting hard. Jess joyfully explained that the humiliation was turning me on, they laughed at that too.

Eventually we finished, Sue turned to Samantha, “Sam, didn’t you say a friend of yours worked at a beauty parlour? Do you think she would like a challenge?”

“Yes, she does, you mean to work on Belle? We have talked about this before theoreticlly and she loved the idea.”

Jess jumped on this, “really? That would be excellent, Belle needs quite a lot of work, and I wasn’t sure how to do this properly. So far I have thought of perming and dyeing her hair, applying false nails – the toe nails would be permanent, waxing and other hair removal. There is probably more – maybe with eyebrows and eyelashes.”

I was shocked at this, and I think it showed. The girls all loved this.

“She can do all of those, and I think she has a room at the back for privacy as well. Give me your number and I’ll talk to her and call you in a few days and we can arrange a time.”

“Brilliant. That’s great isn’t it Belle? Give us a few weeks and you’ll be a stunner – maybe we can then enter you into a sissy beauty competition, you’d love that wouldn’t you?”

I was terrified at the thought, but nodded, and Sue and Samantha looked delighted and asked to be kept involved.

Jess and I left, she took us for lunch at a local restaurant. She gave me a bag with some clothes in it.

“OK John, in a second go and change into these clothes. Until tomorrow afternoon when Claire comes, you are to wear male clothes everywhere and be a man. I want to be your girl and we’ll be a typical couple together.”

I took the bag and changed into my boxer shorts and a pair of socks and took off all the lingerie. I gave it back to her.

Hailey’s Journey Ch. 12

Amateur

With all the sex, bondage, torture, and more sex, Hailey’s body was slowly surrendering to her Master. She woke up every morning, torn between anxiety and arousal, since she never knew what awaited her. While her body had more pleasure that she ever imagined, her mind rebelled, many many times before it was cowed into submission by her physcial pleasure.

Nick noted this, and began to modify his training program to subdue Hailey’s rebellious mind. He knew that only then he could have what he really wanted – a slave who gave herself completely, body, mind, heart and soul. Not any slave, he thought ruefully, he found that he wanted Hailey’s body, mind, heart and soul..

However, Nick had spent so much time with his slave that he had gotten really behind on his work. Which annoyed his clients, who began to complain. Which in turn infuriated Nick because he knew he could deliver if those morons would only be a little patient. After one particularly nasty argument, Nick lost his temper and slammed the phone down. He turned to his slave who was watching him with wide open, scared eyes. He pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the study. Nick was in a bad mood and he was going to work off his frustrations on his slave – wasn’t that why she was there?

“You are going to help me file today Blondie. Make yourself useful,” he growled. “And do a good job, or else…”

Hailey eyed him with trepidation. He didn’t seem to be angry at her, but he was not in a good mood. She really did not want to play when he was angry, but she didn’t have a choice. The decisions were all up to Nick. She waited to see what he had planned.

Nick attached eyehooks to two walls – one near his desk and one near the filing cabinet. The hooks were attached close to the floor, which made Hailey wonder what exactly she was going to be doing! He took a length of thick rope and made big knots on it, spacing them unevenly, then tied the rope to both hooks, stretching it tautly. He turned his attention to Hailey. Two lengths of rope made a great rope bra, lifting and separating her tits. The ends of both ropes were tied to her arms, leaving a little slack. He attached two bottle brushes to each arm so that their bristly tips were positioned right on her nipples.

He made Hailey get down on her hands and knees, positioning her carefully on the rope so that the rope cut deeply into her tender pussy, over her stomach and between her tits. Hailey’s favorite vibrating egg was buried deep in her pussy, and her ankles were chained to gether, giving her just enough slack to crawl.

The ensemble was completed by a fancy plume buried deep in her bottom, the business end being liberatlly coated with Icy Hot. From Hailey’s collar ran a chain that attached itself to her butt plume and then to a little red wagon. Hailey’s job görükle escort was to take the papers from his desk, place it in the wagon, and crawl over to the cabinet to hand it over to Nick.

A swat on her bottom with a crop got Hailey moving. As she crawled to the desk, the chain connecting her neck to her butt forced her to keep her head up and to watch Nick’s amused expression. The sight of his cute little slave cart was enough to drive his bad mood away. The bottle brushes scrubbed roughly against her nipples, while the rope tortured her tender clit.

Getting Hailey across the first knot in the rope took a few swats of the crop as the knot bit deeply into her pussy. She could not help wiggling her ass as the Icy Hot made its presence felt and that increased the workout on her pussy. The vibrating egg was not helping either as it took her closer and closer to an orgasm.

By the time Hailey was on her third trip, she was begging her master for release. Nick was having too good a time to let her finish. Filing had never been so much fun! By her fourth trip, Nick had his cock buried in her mouth and was fucking her face furiously.

Hailey could not understand her own turbulent feelings. The various instruments torturing her body made her hot and horny, and even if she did not have the vibrator in her, she would still have been pleading with Nick. Even the thought of how she must look, pulling the little cart with a plume up her butt added to her arousal.

But one part of her brain hated it – hated herself for what she seemed to be turning into. A slut and a whore who let anything happen to her body just for the orgasmic pleasure it provided. She seemed to have lost all ability to say no – she couldn’t believe how her body continued to betray her.

Self loathing and humiliation filled her eyes with tears as she crawled up and down the rope track. But still her body needed the orgasms and she could hear herself pleading with Nick over and over again. Finally after what seemed like a hundred trips, she heard the magic words and her body convulsed wildly in an orgasm that, as usual, never seemed to end.

As Nick untied her and began his usual tender job of washing and massaging her sore body, Hailey closed her eyes tightly and refused to look at him. She did not know who she loathed more – herself or Nick for turning her into a mindless sex object. Nick was surprised to see tears running down Hailey’s face. She had seemed to be enjoying herself just a few minutes ago! He picked her naked body up and sat down with her on his lap, gently caressing and kissing her.

“What’s the matter, love? Are you hurt?”

“I hate you! I don’t care if you are going to punish me! I hate you, hate you, hate you!”

At Hailey’s surprising outburst, Nick’s arms görükle escort bayan only tightened around her.

“Why, love?”

“Because …. Look what you are turning me into! A whore who loves pain and humiliation. What kind of a person does that make me? This is not who I am – this is not who I want to be! How can you enjoy doing this to me?”

“You know, I sometimes wonder that myself..”

“What do you mean?” Hailey stopped crying long enough to look up at him in surprise.

“Don’t you think I ask myself similar questions? Why I enjoy tying women up and hurting them while forcing pleasure on them? Why I need implicit obedience and the need for total control? There was time when I thought that I was the original evil monster, you know.”

“You are not an evil monster!” Hailey’s reply came automatically. “You can be so tender and kind and protective and caring.”

Nick smiled. “I am glad you think so, love. And you can be charming, loving, intelligent and funny, too. But there is a part of us – a darker part – that has its own needs , and these are different from what the “normal” world expects. We may not understand it, but it is there. And with me, you can explore those needs without feeling ashamed.”

“But if I have those ‘needs’ why can’t I be the one with the whip? I had enough guys crawling around me to be good at it, don’t you think? Why should I be on the receiving end? You are forcing me to be a slave.”

“I am not forcing you to be anything that you really don’t want to be, Hailey. When you had all those males at your feet, what did you want to do with them?”

Hailey thought about those times – they seemed so far away now!

“I just wanted to run away from them,” she admitted. “They made me uncomfortable, so I usually turned into a bitch and that chased them away. I tried to be nice and to help all of them, but they just didn’t like it. It was the same with everyone I met – they all decided I was this cheerleader bitch and so nothing I did ever made anyone like me.”

” I never really belonged anywhere, you know,” she continued in a weary voice. “Not even to the backstabbing cheerleader group. Do you know how hard it is to wear just the right clothes, go to the right places, eat the fashionable food, talk to the right people? There were so many choices and so many traps! I just wished that someone would have the courage to talk to me and tell me that they liked me inspite of the fact that I was a cheerleader, that I didn’t have to worry about what I wore or what I said or…….”

Hailey’s voice trailed away as she realized what she had admitted.

Nick’s reply was gentle.

“You are a natural submissive, love. You hate to be in control, you hate to make choices, and you try to please too many people. If bursa escort that did not work, you turned nasty and emotional. You are happiest when a strong person controls you, leaving you with only one choice – to obey.”

“So I am meant to be a mindless doll, just obeying someone? That will make me happy?”

“If your master really cares for you, he will make sure that you are valued not just for your beautiful body, but also for your intriguing mind. He should help you explore the limits of your mind and body.”

“All those whips and leather and clamps – is exploring my LIMITS?”

“You enjoy it Hailey. When you focus on your body, it gives you the freedom to scream and shout and fully experience the pleasures of your body with someone you trust.”

“So I trust you to turn my body into a kink fest, while my mind becomes a soggy, sex soaked mush?”

Nick chuckled. “I am not ignoring your mind, love. But the mind is easier to train once the body accepts the master.”

It look a few seconds for the sentence to sink in, and Hailey sat bolt upright. “What do you mean, train? Train who? For what? Train! My God, train…”

As her voice grew shrill, Nick gently shook her to calm her down. “Train you to be the my perfect slave, love. I know what I want, and I’m training you so that you will be aware of my rules and act accordingly to please me.”

“You mean, act like a mindless puppet!” and got a sharp smack on her still sore butt.

“I don’t want a mindless puppet, Blondie. I wouldn’t be talking to you if I did.”

“Well, if a perfect slave is not a mindless puppet, what is she?”

“A perfect slave is one who gives over herself to her master’s pleasure. She exists to serve him, and in serving him, finds her own pleasure. Masters want different things – some are happy with sexual submission, some demand total submission. I expect a lot from my slave, Blondie.”

“What is a lot’?”

“My slave lets her master make all the decisions, in every part of her life, including clothes, food, job, toilet ….everything. And for this, the body and mind need training. But in return, I take very good care of all my slave’s needs, for a contented slave is a good slave.”

Hailey thought for a few minutes. “Is that what you want me to be – a total slave?”

“I think that’s what you truly need to be, love. And that’s what I need you to be, too. Think about the past few weeks. During the times your mind wasn’t horrified, weren’t you happy? Didn’t you have far less worries than you did before?”

Hailey sighed and snuggled deeper into Nick’s embrace. Nick was right – the only thing she had had to worry about was whether Nick was pleased and as long as she obeyed him, he was so good to her, giving her more pleasure and security than she had thought possible.

“All this is so hard and so new, I don’t think I know anything about myself anymore.”

Nick’s voice was comforting. “That’s OK, love. I do.”

Now Hailey was thinking along the lines of being a “trained” slave. She was progressing well, and Nick had more ideas…

Gorgon Eyes Ch. 02

Asian

Thank you all, for reading my first entry. I was so excited I wrote this part 2 in a day. I get plenty of inspiration. Hope you enjoy this. This is a continuation to the first.

Chapter 2: Another punishment

It has been sometime since my encounter with Him. After that fateful day, he was transferred to a different shift. I felt alone and yet free. Such a strange feeling it was. I have missed those hands, exploring my imperfections as they traced around them. The ownership he had on me was strong and satisfying. Yet. Yet, part of me was too strong to accept this weakness I had. And with him gone, I was no longer weak.

Working on my papers, a man caught my eye. He went by the name of Victor. Vic was older than Him by 7 yrs. So, he was right up my age range preference. He had a light brown goatee that I had the urge to tug a little, and a shaved head that I wanted to rub. In other words, I found him very attractive. He was new around, during my work place’s sudden boom of employees. He also worked as a mechanic, but I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice with Vic. I worked to become friendly to get comfortable enough to talk to him. Those blue eyes would pierce through me quite similar to my “master’s”.

One day, Vic struck up a conversation as we sat outside in the cigarette area. His smoke mixed with his breath from the cool air, drew my eye away from him, as we sat distant from each other. “So now, you got a man back home?” he asked as his voiced spiked on the word man.

“Uh,” I stumbled at the sudden interest. Not quite sure what I should say. “Yeah, a boyfriend,” I finished.

“Oh, so it’s not that serious,” He commented as he scooted closer to me.

“Um well, I do love him,” I explained but in my opinion not well. He chuckled to himself and stood up to walk back inside.

“I’ll see you later,” he said with a quick wave and an even quicker smile.

I sat in the cold a little while, pondering the situation a little more, before I went back inside and back to work. I could feel the sensation coming back to me when I steal a peek at Vic. I shivered at the thought of his touch. I could imagine his fingers roughly grazing my trembling skin. Work was once again difficult to focus on.

The next day as I work, a hand was softly placed on my shoulder. I looked up to see those blue gorgon eyes staring back at me. I twitched at the sudden shiver of fear erupted from my gut.

“Let’s talk outside at lunch again, I do enjoy your company,” he said with a smirk.

“Uh, sure. No problem,” I agreed. He smiled again and ran his hand down my back, as his fingertips grazed my ass softly.

“Maybe it was an accident,” I thought and left it alone.

Later at lunch, I met up with Victor outside like I promised and sat at a comfortable distance from him again. He slid closer to me and said, “You’re an interesting girl. I’m not sure how I should feel about you.” I sat there shocked, unwilling to believe what I heard. “Ooo I know how to figure it out…,” he said placing his hand on my cheek and leaning over to kiss me. Under the cold weather, his lips were quite warm, as they filled my senses with excitement. I jerked away in shock.

“I, I have to go,” I said as I stood up and walked away. With haste, I walked to the cafeteria, eyes widen with surprise. “I thought I was done with this sort of torture,” I puzzled to myself. I heard the door open and I see Vic storm in. Finding me, he walked in my direction.

“I am so sorry,” he claimed as he stood in front of me. “I don’t know what came over me,” he finished. He seemed sincere enough, so I just waved it off to him.

“It’s alright,” I reassured. “It’s not the first time,” I mistakenly said. Which I notice that it tweaked his interested but he left it alone for now.

The next morning, I began my day in the same manner as always. With my defenses down, I notice someone near me. They placed their hands on my waist and whispered in my ear. “You missed me.” My eyes broaden by the familiar voice. “I’ve missed you,” the voiced finished. Suddenly, the hands spun me around to face and pinned me to the table. “You know what I miss more?” he continued, as my panic grew and my confidence began to shrink at the sight of those eyes again. He leaned over to my ear again and whispered “Your fear.” He pulled away pierced his eyes through me again turning me to stone. Not knowing what I should do or say, I stood there in awe. “My dear, such fun we will be having today, I won’t be able to contain myself,” he teased as he looked down at himself. I could see what he meant as it brought back memories. “And what have I told you about your clothes?” He asked making me look down at myself to see my comfortable baggy clothes. I looked up at him again, almost asking for forgiveness and mercy. “I see a punishment is under way,” he threatened with a smile, like a contradiction. “But for now, I will leave you to your work,” he finished and went about his business.

My stomach sank with worry. “I thought I was rid of him and his games, yet I see fate had other plans,” I thought to myself. Pacing the floor, I pondered a solution to my new plight, until I bumped into a hard body. I looked up to say my apologies, to see Victor in front of me. He seemed to notice görükle escort my worry and wanted to comfort me.

“Is everything alright?” he asked kindly.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I’m just so busy right now,” I lied.

“Well don’t over work. I don’t want to see those pretty eyes with dark circles under them,” he said with a smile as he walked away.

“Great, now I have two problems,” I said to myself. My day continued with me glancing at both men, almost ping ponging back and forth. The two of them seem to hit it off in a rather friendly manner, which made me fantasized about being in the middle of the two of them. I shook my head and it’s thoughts from my focus on the two royalties of the factory. I looked back one more time to see Him whisper something in Victor’s ear as he glanced at me. Trying to read the conversation from their beautiful lips, all I could pick up was Vic’s response of “I’d like that.” I then could see His wink from down the factory aim directly at me. My dread became a new emotion for me, as I could only imagine what was going on or what was said.

Thank you all, for reading my first entry. I was so excited I wrote this part 2 in a day. I get plenty of inspiration. Hope you enjoy this. This is a continuation to the first.

Later that day, I shuffled inside my locker to grab a spare pen and my paranoid eyes could see those jean-clad legs again. I looked up at Him in accidental obedience. “That’s a good look for you,” He teased. “Maybe I should continue this, since you’re already down there,” He finished grabbing the rim of his button. I gulped hard of the thought of what might happen. He pulled his zipper down and asked, “You’re going to be a good girl for your master now, right?” I nodded in submission. “And why is that?” He asked.

“B-because you own me?” I more asked than answered.

He looked at me, unsatisfied with the comment and asked; “Now now my dear, do I need to punish you here?” I pondered for a second to figure out how he would and decided to test him.

“I guess you will,” I challenged.

He lowered eye level to me, looked me dead in the eye and said, “You’re really looking for trouble aren’t you? I have no patience for your disobedience,” He explained. I courageously smirked to him, which seem to have set him off. He grabbed me by the arms I slammed me to the lockers. Witnessing my fear, he stood back a little. I could seem the idea spark in his mind, as his demeanor changed. I walked closer to me and unbutton my pants.

“What are you…,” I began to ask, but he looked up at me and slapped my ass, rendering me speechless. He pulled on both ends of the zipper and opened them revealing my silk red panties I was hiding underneath. He groan at the sight and ran his hand down the front feel its texture, as it was turning me on. He than slid his hand inside making me whimper. “Hush,” he demanded as he searched around for my clit. In slight delight, he swirled his finger around it. My head laid on the lockers as I unwillingly enjoyed the sensation. “My my, you are soaked,” He said as he pinched my clit hard, making me cry out. “I said ‘quiet’,” He demanded. “You will obey me, correct?” He began to ask, starting his game. Deja’vu became apparent, as I remember the outcome of a wrong answer. However, it seemed I hesitated too long, as he pinched me again. “

Y-yes, yes sir,” I answered.

“That’s better. Now then sit still and be quiet,’ He commanded and continued rubbing my swollen bud back to pleasure. He placed his lips on my neck and trailed kiss around it. Licking and biting all around. I could feel my hips swaying back and forth on his hand in excitement. He raised his head to my ear and whispered “I said ‘sit still’,” as he pinched me harder. I gave a soft cry and fought the urge to move again. I could feel his fingers, what seem to be three at a time, penetrating me. He stood up straight to watch me pant under his grasp. I sighed in pleasure, as he seemed to know my every delicate spot to touch. He thrust his fingers in harder and harder. The sensation to cum grew harder to contain. I could feel my walls squeeze him tightly and as the moment drew closer, before he released me from his grip. “Naughty girl, you were going to cum. I have a great punishment in store for you. But until then, you still have something to do,” he said looking down at his now attentive member. Hesitant, I lowered myself to my knees as I watched him grab the button of his jeans.

All of a sudden, we hear over the intercom “Dante, please come to the office. Dante, please come to the office.” He sighed in disbelief and tugged his zipper back up.

He lowered himself down to eye level again and said, “I suppose I can wait a little longer for those lips. You be a good girl now. I don’t want to keep punishing you.” He smiled and grabbed my hand to help me up and walked away. I closed my locker and went back to work. With an hour left to spare on the job, my mind could not settle on one thought. I avoided both parties the entire rest of the day. Up until the last half hour, as He came up behind me and once again whispered in my ear “Today you will do some more ‘overtime’, understand?” he then walked away without looking back. For the rest of the day I burned off the energy görükle escort bayan of my panic.

As the time came, I walked outside to lie once again to my boyfriend who was picking me up again and walked back inside. There He was standing there, arms crossed; head tilted a bit and with a frightening grin caked on His face. I lowered my head in the obvious submission and sighed in dissatisfaction. “Good girl,” He said and guided me to his car, bringing back old wounds again that I was not necessary proud of. However, deep inside me I was still excited.

We made it to his apartment, with uncertainty growing inside me. He repeated his routine again: closing the door, throwing his keys on the near by table and checking his mail. He went to the kitchen and grabbed something for me to drink. Holding it out to me, it seemed I learned my lesson, as I grabbed the glass this time. “I know how much you like Pepsi,” he said with a genuine smile. A weak smile grew across my face as I sipped the drink. “I hope you had a good day at work,” he said as he was confusing me with this different side of him.

“Uh, up until you showed up,” I said in a snaky voice. I wasn’t sure what he was up to but I didn’t like the friendly attitude all of a sudden. He was using me now he wants to be friendly. He chuckled to himself and grabbed the glass from my hand. After he came back from the kitchen, he placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me again to his room. Still just as boring as it was before.

“Sit,” he commanded. My butt rested on the soft bed, as I grew restless. He smiled at me as he stood at a great distance. I fell empty seeing him that far away. He stood there as if waiting for something, continuously looking at his watch.

“W-what are you waiting for?” I asked. He looked at me and tweaked his eyebrow.

“A little casual aren’t you. Is that how you should speak to your master?” He asked which rather excited me.

“N-no sir,’ I answered with my head held low.

“How should you then?” he asked just to make sure I understood.

“Um, what are you waiting for, master?” I corrected.

He walked closer to me, rubbed his hand on my roused red cheek and said, “Good girl. You’re a lot cuter when you obey. But that is none of your concern. So sit quietly.’ he walked back to the doorway and checked his watch. “But first I want you to strip,” he demanded not looking at me. I grew hesitant. “I suppose that is a little difficult for you, so I’ll be nice just this once and warm you up,” he said moving closer to me. He climbed on the bed forcing me to lie down and kissed me with his hand placed on my face to comfort me. His lips were soft and exciting causing me to moan in his mouth uncontrollably. My lips wrapped around his tongue as I sucked it back in forth in my mouth to tease him. He lifted his head up breaking the kiss and said “Don’t toy with me, my dear, I won’t be able to hold out much longer.” It almost sounded like a threat. He grabbed my shirt and lifted up over my head. My small breast gave a small bounce of freedom. He undid the hook removed the bra. He paused to get a good look at me and gently pushed my shoulder to signal me to lie down. He caressed my chest softly with his cold hand, occasionally licking the little buds, to taunt me. He unbuttons and zips my pants, as he released his lips from my nipples, as he pulled my pants down. He nuzzles my panties before removing them as well. “I wonder,” he began to say as he placed his finger back in side me. “Oh, so you are enjoying this,” he said and started to rub my clit up and down.

After a few strokes later, there was a buzz in the apartment, signaling someone want to come in. Before he walked out of the room, he gave me a quick sinister grin. He buzzed the person in and a minuet later, there was a knock at the door. I could hear Him and another person talking.

“Thanks for coming… Yeah, she’s in there,” he said. I cringed and moved up higher on the bed and crossed my leg and my arms wrapped around them. I didn’t want some stranger touching me for His enjoyment. I could see a shadow of the person walking closer to the door. The person peeked their head out reveling them self. Those familiar blue eyes left me puzzled.

“Victor, why are you here?” I asked very confused.

“He’s here to see you,” Master interrupted. “All of you,” he finished. I could feel my panic intensify. “He told me how interested he was in you. So I bargained with him,” master said sitting in a chair across from the bed and smiled. I looked up at Vic who seemed quite pleased. “Stand up and let him see you,” master commanded. I slid to the edge of the bed and slowly stood on my feet. The air was cold on my bare skin as I could feel my nipples getting achingly harder.

Victor finally spoke and said, “Come closer, you look cold.” I walked to him shivering from the cold and fear of him, as he placed his warm hands on my arms, rubbing them up and down. Then he lifted my head up with his hand and kissed me. A lot more gentler than master’s kiss. He broke the kiss and asked, “Feel warmer now?” I nodded in agreement and he signaled me to turn around. I turned my back to him and I could hear him groan in delight. “What a fantastic ass, but what’s that on your bursa escort left cheek?” he asked in a quizzed voice.

“A birth mark, in a shape of a heart. I thought you would like to see it for yourself. It is one of my favorite things about my pet,” master explained. I could feel Victor come close to me and swung his arms around my body. He grabbed my breasts as he pressed himself against me. He pinched my, still hard, nipples and began kissing my neck. I didn’t know how to feel about this.

“Slave, you need to relax, or it won’t be very fun,” I could hear my master say.

I sighed and dropped all defenses to just deal with the situation. He nibbled on my ear as his hand trailed lower. His fingers showed no mercy, as he tested the limits of my body. I laid my head back on his shoulder pleased with the movement of his hand. I began to huff louder and my body was swaying on its own accord. My hand gripped his arm tight and I could feel my orgasm grow stronger.

“You better not, my pet,” master interrupted.

I groaned in displeasure as he pulled his fingers out from under me, and licked them clean. He laid me on the bed and flipped his blue maintenance shirt of his arms, than his t-shirt. His chest was slightly harder than master’s, with tree shaped hair pattern trailing down his pants. He saw my hand twitch in a sudden desire to touch him. He smirked and hovered over me to touch him. I ran my fingers down his chest as he kissed my neck. I turned my head to see master watching the whole thing with a smile. Victor grabbed my hands to signal for me to remove his pants. I fumbled with the button with such an awkward angle I was in. I pulled the zipper down and freed his member from his pants. He lifted his head, looked in my eyes and penetrated me slowly. My jaw dropped and I whimpered through his length until he was completely inside me.

“Ahh, such a nice fit,” Victor sighed to himself.

“Oh by the way Victor,” master starts to say, making us both look at him. “She likes it rough.”

My eyes widen in horror as I looked up at Vic’s smiling face. He slammed in me with great force making me cry aloud as a response. He continued at a fast, yet satisfying rhythm. I turned my head to see my master sitting in the same spot, leg crossed over the other and his fist hold his head up. I waited for his approval to cum but just sat there smiling back at me.

“This is a punishment,” master began to say. “So, I will not allow you to cum.”

I looked back up to Victor who was smiling back at me. I guess this was their plan with me. Victor never slowed his rhythm, as it feeling grew stronger the more he pumped inside my tight hole. I decide to go against master’s wishes and do as I pleased. I could feel my walls clench around him and my juices flow down on the bed sheet. The moment finally came to disobey from personal release, but I could feel Victor slow to a stop. I gave him a questionable look and he shook his head in disappointment. He pulled himself out,

“I think we need a stronger punishment, don’t you think,” asking master.

“I’d have to agree. She’s a very stubborn girl, but quite worth the battle,” said master as he stood up and next to him.

I could see Vic. tuck himself back in but not zipping up, for later. The two Gods stood over this peasant with such strength, I grew weary of the state I was in.

“I’m sorry,” I sadly said with my best puppy dog eyes.

“Oh no you don’t. ‘Sorry’ don’t cut it. You will be punished, not just by me but by him as well,” master explained. He grabbed his belt and pulled it from the loops of his pants. Holding it out to Victor,

“Here, give her a good one,” he said as he signaled me to flip on my stomach. I slowly rolled over letting my legs draped down the bedside. Master lowered his head to me and said, “Make no sound,” and he sat next to me to get a good view of the event. He gave Vic a quick nod and I could hear the whistle of the belt before a hard smack of the belt crash on to my ass. I grinded my teeth down as I buried my face in the bed. “Head up,” master demanded, so I lifted my head. Another smack came tumbling down and part of a shriek escaped my clinched teeth. “What was that, you want it harder,’ master teased as I shook my head vigorously. He signaled Vic again and the next smack was stronger. Tears seem to water fall down my eyes, as my jaw grew tired. “Hold on a second,” master interrupted. He moved himself in front of me and grabbed my head to signal me to lower it. My lips tighten as they slid over his manhood with my tongue to follow behind. “No biting or you will be sorry,’ he said in no where near a playful voice. The smacking continued as my lips began to please him. With every smack I could feel my jaw clench close around him making it a difficult punishment. I see his hand rise for him to stop and I could hear the belt drop. Victor began rubbing fiercely on my ass occasionally nibbling on it. Masters hand was playing in my hair as he watched my lips’ magic around him. I lifted my head to lick around the head and shaft, kissing around the sides. I could feel Victor grow impatient as He spread my legs and ran his tongue up and down me. I gave a soft cry and continue attacking master’s member in pure excitement. Victor seemed to know his way around me, as he gave a faint suck and nibble on my clit. I insert master in my mouth completely as the excitement grew inside me. I bobbed my head fast the more Victor moved fast. I could feel my hip grinding on his lips to the point I could feel his beard rub against me.

Goddess Cuckolds Slave with Two Men

Amateur

The morning begins as it always does, with the sound of the alarm muffled by your thighs pressing against my ears, and my mouth opening wide to accept the soft, luscious flesh of your pussy. I grasp the headboard, as I was told to – I’m not allowed to struggle – and look up at your face smiling down at me, as you tell me “good morning” by filling my mouth with your golden nectar, and close your eyes, relaxing and enjoying the feel of my lips wrapped around your labia and clit, and the soft sounds of me gulping down my daily morning gift.

“Today’s the day,” you purr, sliding forward slightly, letting your labia envelop my nose as you reach back to grasp your cheeks, pulling them apart briefly to let my mouth between them. My mouth is still open, and I suckle and lap tenderly at your asshole, and push my tongue into you. “My bulls will be here within the hour, and you’re going to prepare them to fuck your Goddess,” you murmur, relishing the twists and pushes of my tongue inside you, increasingly more desperate as I begin to run out of breath.

You lift up briefly, letting me get a quick gasp of air before you lower yourself onto my face, grinding your clit’ slowly back and forth across the bony ridge of my nose. “Mmm, that’s it, whore, make your Goddess cum,” you whimper, feeling my tongue dance against the tight muscular walls of your anus, leaning back a little, clutching the headboard with both hands as the waves of pleasure surge through your body, gushing hot, sweet cum all over my face.

“Time to bathe Goddess,” you laugh, giving one last roll of your hips to grind your cum into my face, getting it all over my cheeks and nose and forehead, marking me as your property, before shifting your weight to the right, and lie down beside me. “Go start the bathwater running. I’m going to masturbate while you’re doing that,” you murmur, and begin fingering yourself while you wait.

“Yes, Goddess,” I purr, as I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. The water is cool at first but begins to heat up, and I put the stopper in the drain, and sit on the edge of the tub, swirling the water around with my fingertips. I can hear you cooing and moaning in the next room, and your cock twitches in its cage. After about five minutes of this torture, I announce, “ready, Goddess.”

I look down as you walk into the bathroom, and feel you shove three fingers into my mouth, and lift my head so that I’m forced to look at you. “Suck my fingers clean, bitch. Later today, you’ll be tasting this mixed with a real man’s.” My lips slide forward and back, as practice for sucking cock, and feel you pull your fingers out with a soft slurping noise, and then slap my cheek. “Help me into the tub, my little cum-dumpster,” you laugh, grabbing my hand, and lower yourself bit by bit into the hot water.

Pouring liquid soap into the bath sponge, I lift each of your feet out of the water and spend a moment getting them soapy and massaging them. My hand follows the curves of your body up your thighs, pausing briefly at your sex, and I glance up at you and blush. Taking my meaning, you laugh and slap me again. “Don’t worry, slut, you’ll get a chance to clean my ass – with your whorish little mouth.” I nod obediently, feeling you wrap your hand around the back of my head, pulling my face close to yours, and you spit in my face. “Continue,” you command, feeling my hand move up your side and over your belly, caressing your breasts and underarms.

You pass me a razor and some shaving gel, and tell me to get into the tub. You rest your ankle on my shoulder, and lift your other foot between my thighs, kicking me lightly in the balls several times as I spread the shaving gel up your calf and thigh. You stop when I start to draw the razor up your leg, watching me with a smile on your face as I shave your left leg. Once I’m finished, you switch, resting your right ankle on my shoulder, and kick me in the balls with your left foot as I spread the lather up your wonderful leg. Again you stop when I begin to shave you, explaining, “I can’t have you making any careless mistakes!” laughing, clearly enjoying görükle escort yourself.

Once I’m finished with your legs, you lift yourself out of the water and sit on the edge of the tub, spreading your thighs, and force me to my hands and knees in the tub. “Continue,” you command, feeling my fingertips spread the shaving gel over your pussy, the razor removing all your hair. I take a few handfuls of water from the tub to rinse the lather away, and you tease your clitoris just in front of my face, holding my cheek against your hand, knowing how hungry I am to feel your hot, smooth skin against my mouth. “Mm, no no no, slut, you’ll get your chance… after they’ve finished with me,” you purr, pushing me away from you with your foot, get out of the tub, and stand.

You snap your fingers, throwing a towel over my head as I’m climbing out of the tub, and say, “hurry up and get me dry, they should be here any minute.” My hands follow the curves of your body attentively, getting every drop of water soaked up, and kiss your feet once I’ve finished. You snap your fingers again, indicating for me to crawl after you, still wet, and I follow at your heels.

Leading me into the middle of your bedroom, you tell me to stop, pull a few things out of the dresser behind me, and walk back over to me. “Kneel,” you command, watching with a smile as I lean up on my knees and shins, and wrap a blindfold around my head, tying it firmly in place. “Dave is about eight inches,” you purr, pushing me roughly forward onto my hands and knees. “But he’s about as big around as a beer bottle. He will be filling my pussy…” You slap my ass and grab me by the balls, and lift up hard, forcing me to lift my ass.

The cold wetness of lube on your fingertips makes me moan and shiver, and I spread my thighs slightly. “…and fill it it exquisitely–more than your tiny little cock ever could. Clarence isn’t as big around, but his cock is nine and a half inches long,” you continue, spreading lube over the tip of the condom covering my buttplug before you seat it between my cheeks, giving me half a second to understand what’s happening before you start to push. “And he will be fucking your Goddess’ ass. You said you were hungry for cock, didn’t you, you dirty little whore?!” You slap my ass viciously, pushing the plug hard, watching the widest part slide into me, holding it in place.

“Yes, yes, Goddess,” I whimper, feeling violated and stretched, pushing back against the pressure filling me up. You give one firm push forward, laughing as the base shoves against my asshole.

“They already know the drill. You are to remain kneeling where you are, say not a single fucking word from now on, and suck them like the cuckold bitch you are. While they fuck me, you are to suck on my toes. Needless to say, you will lick me clean, and you will clean their cocks with your mouth.”

You slap my ass a few more times, and say “kneel,” walking around me, and rest your ass on my face, feeling me immediately begin my worship of your ass. “See? Didn’t I tell you I’d give you the chance to clean my ass?” you laugh, resting more of your weight on my face. I place my hands on the carpet beside my feet. You slide your foot between my thighs and idly bump your heel against the clear plastic tube of my chastity device as the firm, rough surface of my tongue pushes and twists inside you.

They come into your bedroom much later, unannounced, and walk forward to hug and greet you, chuckling about the position you have me in. Clarence chuckles, “so this is your boy? He’s probably all ready to go by now, right? Well, let’s get started!” I can hear the sounds of them throwing their clothes in piles, stripping, and as soon as you lift your weight off my face, I feel the heads of their cocks against the corners of my mouth. I turn instinctively to the left and wrap my lips around the soft, warm, velvety tip of his penis, suckling it tenderly, sliding the surface of my tongue beneath his glans, and wrap both of my hands around both of their cocks, stroking them slowly, at first.

My mouth is already görükle escort bayan full, and as the blood rushes to his penis, I can feel it ballooning between my lips, and moan softly, squirming a bit on my knees, dripping precome on the carpet. I spit down the length of the cock on my left, and begin to stroke it a little harder and faster, taking the other hungrily in my open mouth, sucking it hard, licking the precome from the slit of his cockhead, and swallow it down. My left hand only barely closes around his shaft, which I stroke from base to tip, keeping him hard as I push my lips down Clarence’s cock, feeling his head bump against the back of my throat.

Your hand presses against the back of my head, and I feel you forcing me further down, pushing the still swelling head of his cock down my throat, deeper and deeper, laughing softly as I choke on it, and cough, feeling my nose shoved against his toned belly. “He will thank you for this,” you chuckle, knowing that I’m grateful for it, and both of the men laugh. You take your hand away from the back of my head and I pull my lips away from Clarence, cough once more, and start sucking Dave passionately, fucking my mouth with his cock, feeling it hit the back of my throat hard with each bob of my head.

“See? He just needed a little push,” you laugh, standing to slide onto the bed, and spread your legs for both of them to see how wet you are, and watch you finger yourself as I get them fully hard. I feel Dave’s sweet, enormous cockhead against the back of my throat and push forward, feeling it pop down my throat. Tears stream down my face as I force my own lips further down his immense shaft, choking again with only a few inches to go, and push forward harder, pushing my lips against the base of his shaft. I open my mouth a little wider and stretch my tongue out beyond the base of his cock, and try to lap his balls.

“Are you both ready?” you purr, spreading a generous drop of lube over the tight, beautiful opening of your ass. Clarence’s cock twitches in my hand, and I feel Dave swell in my mouth and throat.

He pushes me away and says, “hell yeah! I’ve been looking forward to this for a couple of weeks!” and walks over to the bed. Clarence does the same, lying down beside you, allowing you to spread a handful of lube along his long, sweet shaft before you mount him, seating his cockhead against your asshole, moaning softly as it slides in. Dave is kneeling at the edge of the bed, stroking himself, waiting for you to get situated.

In the meantime, I crawl blindly to the edge of your bed, unable to see, only hearing you purr as Dave seats his head against your wet, clean-shaven pussy. “I forgot… how fucking tight you are!” Dave exclaims, slowly filling you inch by inch, until the whole of his thick, beautiful cock is throbbing inside you.

I can hear you breathing heavily and moaning, your hands and feet pressed into the comforter as you ride them both, completely controlling the pace, at first. “Mmm,” you whimper, feeling Clarence’s strong hands against your back, holding you up, and Dave’s hands on your hips, holding you down as they both begin to thrust.

I crawl up on the very end of the bed, fumbling around in my blindness for your foot, finding Clarence’s first, then yours, and begin to suck your toes. You squeal in delight at the slow, tender screwing of your bulls, combined with the sensual suction of my mouth at your toes. You concentrate on squeezing them both as they start going a little faster, and a little harder. “Be careful, Dave, you know your cock hits the back of my pussy,” you purr, wiggling your toes in my mouth, lifting your foot, shoving your toes deeper into my mouth, forcing me to suck them all at once.

My mouth moves away from your left foot and wraps around the toes of your right foot, suckling them passionately, the rough surface of my tongue lapping at the pads of your toes. Clarence isn’t able to pull that far out, but he thrusts hard, pounding your ass just the way you like it, as Dave starts to fuck you in earnest, making soft little bursa escort squishing sounds as he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in. His pubic bone hits your clitoris steadily, and your toes curl in my mouth as you begin to come, moaning in ecstasy, spasming around them. “Oh god, I’m coming, I’m coming,” you purr, “come with me, come inside me..”

Clarence makes a few quiet grunts as he pumps even harder for a few brief seconds, and explodes inside you, his cock twitching and shuddering, and Dave follows not long after, groaning in pleasure as your pussy grips his massive cock, milking him dry, his cockhead pushing against your cervix as he shoots his seed, jet after jet of come spraying into the sweet depths of your pussy.

“Mmm,” you purr, “thank you boys for coming over. That was wonderful!”

“You’re welcome,” chuckles Clarence, letting you relax on his chest, kissing behind your ear as his hands wrap around you, massaging your breasts.

“That was great,” laughs Dave, beginning to pull out of you. You give him a playful slap on the ass, and tease, “leaving so soon?”

“Yeah, I have to get to work. Your slave is going to clean me off, right?”

“Oh, yes,” you grin. “He’s down there sucking on my toes. Feel free to use his mouth however you please.” You cover your labia with one hand as Dave pulls out, so you don’t drip on the comforter, and pull your toes out of my mouth, and feel the still-hard head of his cock slip with no warning between my lips. I gulp and very, very gently suck the enormous head of his penis, holding it in place as I paint it with my tongue, lapping it passionately, tasting your cum, and more than just a hint of his, making greedy slurping noises until I’m finished.

Dave gets off the bed and goes to start putting his clothes on. You lean forward and grab me by the ear, forcing me to lie on my back between Clarence’s thighs, still holding Dave’s cum inside you as you slide off of Clarence, dribbling on my face as you sit back down, your cheeks resting on mine, rocking your ass back, forcing it against my nose as I stretch my tongue into you, hungry to lick you perfectly clean, completely humiliated to be rimming you, but so grateful that I got what I asked for, swallowing his semen down bit by bit, until I’m all finished.

You slide back, covering my nose with your ass, and push your pussy into my mouth, bearing down a little bit against the feel of my tonguetip pushing into you, helping me get every last drop of their cum into my mouth. “Did both of you enjoy my slave’s cocksucking?” you purr, glancing back at Clarence, who’s lying lazily behind you, grinning and nodding.

Dave catches the hint and nods as well, knowing that I can’t see him, and walks over to the bed to give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door. Once I’m done cleaning your pussy as well, you dismount from my face and turn me over, forcing my mouth against Clarence’s cock, watching both of us as I lick him clean, taking too long, enjoying the taste of his cum mixed with yours, and you force me away. “Sorry Clare,” you chuckle, slapping my ass hard as you push me almost off the bed. “He’s a little overeager. But I’m glad you were able to make it.”

Clarence gives you a hug and a kiss and gets out of bed, walking over to his clothes, and begins to get dressed. “Same time next week, right?” he laughs, half-kidding, and you give him a wink, and wave, blowing him a kiss as he goes out the door.

“So, slave.” You pause deliberately, lying back on the bed, making yourself comfortable. “You haven’t had enough, have you?” You lock your ankles around the back of my head, pulling me forward far enough to get both hands around the back of my head, and pull your pussy viciously against my mouth, and grind your beautiful, slick labia over my face, marking me once more – only this time, it’s with your cum, and Dave’s, and my own saliva – “…you’re still hungry for more. And I know it’s been a long time since I’ve allowed you an orgasm,” you purr, feeling my tongue caressing you ever so gently.

“So you get to eat your own cum as well, you slutty little cum-dumpster,” you purr lazily, rolling your hips as I worship your pussy. “Only, no orgasm. Get me a latex glove and some lube–slaves aren’t allowed out of chastity. I’ll catch it in my hand, and you can lick it up from there.”

Working the Holidays

Anal

I negotiated my way through the packed crowd of shoppers and wheeled the trolley towards the stockroom doors.

“It’s mental out here.”

Kareem glanced over and raised his eyebrows in greeting.

“Christmas rush – you know how it is.”

Kareem was the security guard in the store, and had been for 25 years. He was about 6′ 2 and had the physique of a rugby player gone to seed. A big belly and shoulders filled his shirts to bursting, and a thick moustache highlighted a square jaw. He was an imposing sight – certainly enough to put off any would-be shoplifters.

The store itself was massive, a stand alone department store in an exclusive part of London, the kind that turned over millions a week and employed dozens of staff in each department.

The stockroom, which is where I now headed, seemed equally vast. I was glad to be spending the rest of the day checking and updating prices and sales tags in the quiet. Currently, I was working my way through Row G8 – women’s evening-wear. A whole load of dresses waiting to be tagged with their prices before they were displayed in front of house to customers.

I had been working this job during the holidays for years. It wasn’t the best, but it was consistent and I could pick it up soon as I finished for the semester at university. It was money that kept me afloat in term time, and I couldn’t afford to lose it. Besides, I had some good friends in the store and it was enjoyable to see the same faces every couple of months and fall back into a routine. Even Kareem and I got on, despite being almost polar opposites physically. He knew a good worker when he saw one, and we both had a dry sense of humour.

My name is Eric. I’m about 5’9 and slender, with narrow wrists and long legs that I kept toned with cycling. My long hair I kept in a bun to try to be edgy, or under a hat. I’m 20, but people frequently mistook me for being under 18. Sometimes it felt like puberty had yet to hit, but I got good compliments on my boyish features, and overall I was happy with my slight frame.

By the time the last item was priced up on Row 8, it was nearing the end of my shift. I’d been on my feet for 8 hours. I’d woken up at the crack of dawn to prep for an early opening, and whilst I wasn’t tired, my mind was beginning to wander. The rush of holiday shoppers seemed far away this deep in the stockroom, and I had only been disturbed a handful of times by colleagues moving goods within the store.

I began to tidy up the area I had been working in. Shifting a box, I spotted a company Fall/Winter catalogue peeking out under the base of a clothing rack. It was open to the Christmas themed lingerie page, and a stunning, limber blonde was looking back out of the page at me. She was wearing a red lace bra and panties, a garter belt holding up long red and white striped Christmas stockings, and a cheeky smirk. She stood hands on hips in green heels, golden curls falling around her head. The image caught me off guard, and my mouth fell open. I sat on the box I’d just moved, and pulled the catalogue towards me. I flicked through the womenswear section of the catalogue like a naughty school boy, and could feel myself getting hard.

I looked around. There was no chance of being spotted this far back in the stockroom.

I moved to the end of the row and glanced towards the store doors. I would hear anyone coming in a long time before they’d be able to see me. Grabbing a pair of lace panties from a shelf I made my way back to catalogue. I took out my cock, rock hard from the excitement of doing this in a public place and wrapped the panties around the head. I sat there on the box, trousers round my ankles stroking for a few minutes. I bent back down over the catalogue and let my mind fill with the images of the playful underwear models. I kept returning to the picture of that flirtatious blonde in the catalogue, imagining the scent of her tousled hair and the thought of sliding my hands up those stockinged legs. I picked up the pace and within 30 seconds was cumming hard in the panties. The climax was intense! Fuck, must have been more worked up than I thoug…

Movement from across the room caught my eye, and in an instant my reverie was shattered. Kareem stood there at the end of the aisle, camera phone pointed straight at me!

“Shit, fuck! Kareem… What are you…” I scrambled to pull up my trousers, cum leaking down the front of them.

“I always wondered what you kids must get up to back here. Guess now I know.”

“Kareem I’m sorry… This is the first time I swear. I thought I was alone. I was just…”

“Aye, you certainly thought you were. Jacking off on company time eh? What are we going to do about that?”

He stood there in silence, a dark look about him. He placed the phone back in his pocket.

“Kareem, please I’m sorry. Don’t show that to head office. Don’t fire me.” I begged.

“I’ll have to see what I can do boy, but I consider it my duty here to deal with such issues. Slacking off and such. Weed out the wheat from the chaff.”

“Please!”

I şişli travesti moved towards him, looking to leave the aisle, but he stayed put, blocking my exit. If anything, he moved closer to me, his bulk towering above me. He looked over his belly at me, and raised my chin with his thick fingers to look me in the eye.

“Complete your shift tomorrow and then see me in my office after.” He slowly turned and left.

I breathed a sigh of relief. But I had fucked up. I felt the cum soaked panties in my hand and was flooded with shame.

I stuck them in my pocket and made my way towards the exit, heading first to my locker in the staff room.

Kensie saw me enter the staff room. She must have been leaving too, a bag slung over her shoulder.

“On your way out?” She asked “What’s up by the way? You’re blushing more than usual.”

“Ahh.. nothing. Just grabbing my stuff.”

“I’ll wait for you” she replied, and pulled out her phone whilst I made my way to the locker.

Changed into my regular clothes I felt better, and talking to Kensie back in the real world outside the shop made it feel like a bad dream that I had just woken up from. She was my height and a year older, and had been working at the same store since before I started. Kensie was on her way to the gym; a place she spent a lot of time. And you could tell it. She was athletic and toned, her medium length black hair often pulled up into a high bun. Her ass and legs looked incredible in the tight black jeans she always wore along with a hoody and sports jacket. I had only an inkling of her taste in men, but I had a feeling it wasn’t me. According to her, guys under the age of thirty were “way too needy”.

We parted ways in the car park, and I headed home for the evening. I was back with my folks for the holidays, and entered my parents house to the smell of home cooking and TV chatter from the living room. I quickly zoomed up the stairs and dumped my bag on my bed, stashing the dirty panties until I could later dispose of them.

– – –

The next shift passed slowly, as if I was in a daze. The reality of my situation hit me in mid-afternoon, and I was dreading seeing Kareem. I managed to avoid him until the store closed and the main lights were switched off. Dragging my feet I made my way up to his office, and was red from embarrassment before I’d even knocked on his door.

“Come in”

I entered and closed the door behind me.

“Thought you might not turn up boy” Kareem growled.

“Sorry I’m late Kareem”

He was sitting behind his large desk in his impossibly clean office. A parcel was sat on the table in front of him. I thought it best to remain silent.

“You should be able to keep your job” Started Kareem

“Thank you, I…”

“We’ll deal with your punishment off the books” He continued. “Occasionally something like this happens. And In my experience it is best if things are just kept between the two of us.” Kareem climbed to his feet and stepped around to my side of the desk.

“Youngsters like yourselves require a bit of guidance, and I’m here to give you that” said Kareem. “Open the package”

A small brown paper wrapped parcel was on the table in front of me. I tore at the edges and a matching red lace bra and panty set fell into my lap, along with some long striped over the knee socks.

“Put them on” ordered Kareem.

“Kareem, I’m not…”

“Call me Sir” Kareem said firmly.

This conversation was not happening as I had expected. I backed away, and Kareem smiled an unsettling grin.

“T- this job isn’t worth that much to me Sir…. I mean Kareem. I’m not going to dress up for you just to keep it”

Kareem leaned over the desk and twisted the monitor to face me. “You’ve got more to loose than just a job son.” Playing in high-definition was the video of he must have recorded yesterday. I was sat on cardboard box lost in pleasure. My eyes were shut but it was obviously me. You could see the exact moment I began to orgasm, my toes curling with delight, and the exact moment that feeling turned to panic and as I spotted Kareem recording me.

“How’d you like your friends and parents to see this eh lad? Now I’m going to repeat myself: Take off your clothes, fold them neatly and put on the panties. If you don’t this here video is going to end up in your parents inbox and plastered over your friends social media.”

I hesitated, and realised he had won.

“Fuck you”

Moving with speed that surprised me for a man of his age, Kareem moved across the room. His weight pinned me to the wall. He kept me in place with one hand, whilst the other hand tugged down my trousers until they were bunched around my ankles.

“Bad girls get punished” he said calmly. Not even out of breath. I struggled but might have well as been trying to move a mountain.

Hauling me over to the chair he sat down and pulled me across his lap, my bare ass pointing at the ceiling. I was wriggling bakırköy travesti and complaining, trying to get free, but he silenced me with a hard spank. I was stunned.

The next smack was harder and I let out a squeak. By the fifth I was crying out.

Kareem let out a belly laugh. “Go ahead, squeal all you want.”

He dealt me five more firm spanks, until I had tears in my eyes. FInally, his hand rested on my pink ass cheek, and cupped it, his pudgy brown fingers dangerously close to my puckered pink hole. My eyes grew wide. “So you gonna give me any more lip, or have you had enough?”

“I’m sorry Sir, please let me go.”

Kareem released me and I clutched at my belt and pants. Then he pointed to the women’s clothes on the floor, and I reluctantly stepped out of my trousers, and removed my shirt. Kareem swept the hat from my head and released my longish blonde hair. I was naked before him, and felt very vulnerable.

I picked up the lace panties.

“Garter belt first” ordered Kareem. I put it on before sliding the long red and white striped socks up my legs and clipped them to the belt. They had small bows and a little bell on the back of each thigh. On went the panties and bra, which must have been an A cup.

I turned to face Kareem. He was smirking, and I could see the outline of a big cock pressing against his black jeans. He was getting off on this.

“And the little cherry on top if this perfect slut sundae:” he held out a pair of green stilettos, velvet green gloves with white fur trim, and a little elf Christmas hat. The hat was held on with clips in my shoulder length hair. The shoes had a 5 inch heel and I tottered about just putting them on. Kareem strode over and I skittered backwards, collapsing into a chair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out too small padlocks, which locked the straps of the stilettos around my ankles.

“Just so ya don’t get any ideas about running away now.”

He straightened up and looked lecherously at me.

“You make a much better girl than you ever did a boy. Want to see?”

He offered his hand to help me stand. I hesitated, and then took it. He threw open the office door and half carried me through it.

“Wait! I can’t go out like this!” I protested.

“Don’t worry, the store has been empty for hours.” He said.

He stopped at the first full length mirror we came to, and gently pushed me in front of it. I had been expecting to a man crudely dressed in drag; a gawky man in women’s underwear.

Instead I was confronted by long limbed girl dressed seductively in striped thigh socks and expensive lingerie. My hair was messy and ruffled and framed an androgynous face, with plump lips and a slight turned up pixie nose; features I had never noticed before. I straightened up, feeling pleasantly surprised. Turning, I checked out my ass. A red thong separated my my pert, full ass cheeks. Damn I looked good! All that cycling must have shaped my hips and legs. I looked like… Fuck!? It dawned on me. Kareem had dressed me to look like the girl in the catalogue. I ran my hands over my body, and could feel myself getting turned on. The slight bulge in the front of my panties started to grow…

I was distracted by a flash, as Kareem began taking photos of me.

“More leverage if I need it” he grunted. “So. You like the look of yourself huh?”

I frowned with concern, but turned back to the mirror, and nodded. I was lost for words. Walking over to the shelves, Kareem picked out a lipstick and mascara and moved me closer to the mirror. With surprising dexterity and skill he applied the makeup to my face. I watched myself transition from androgenous to christmas bimbo. Moving behind me he tied my hair into pigtails, like a schoolgirl might wear, and tied little red ribbons into the ends.

“Lots of guys come in here with their girlfriends and wives.” Kareem said. “Picking out clothes for them to wear, things they think look sexy on their girl. Some of them are like you. Some of them would rather be shopping for themselves. They want to be the girl, you understand.”

“That’s not me… Sir. That’s not me. I’m swear I’m not gay.”

“Gay or straight has nought to do with it. Look at you. You were made to wear those clothes. That’s why you were rubbing your tiny clit to the picture of the girl. You wanted to be her. You want guys to want to fuck you.”

“…my clit?..”

I watched him approach me from behind. I was nearly naked, a peachy teenage girl in front of this lecherous older arab man. A slutty girl who has got herself in trouble… I thought. He ran a hand up my back and stroked my hair over my ear. I shivered. With the other he reached around and took my cock and balls in the palm of his hand. I jumped at his firm touch.

“No real man has a little clit like this.”

“Hey!?!?” I struggled to move away, but he held me tight, occasionally tweaking my nipple to make me squeal as he worked my cock (or as he called it – my clit) through istanbul travestileri the panties. The mirror showed a smoking hot girl dressed in a sexy elf outfit being pleasured by much older man. I was so confused. Turned on at the sight of myself, but alarmed by the bigger alpha male using my body. Kareem was right, my tiny cock wouldn’t be able to satisfy a girl.

He ran his hands up my ass and caressed my smooth stomach, before quickly pulling down my panties, roughly cupping my balls. Shocked by the touch, I pushed back and staggered, tripped by the panties round my ankles.

Kareem looked down, and chuckled “Don’t worry babygirl, there’s plenty of other ways to give pleasure.” I tried to crawl away as he approached me from behind. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up. After a brief struggle he gathered both of my wrist in one hand and bound them in front of me with tinsel.

“Hmm. Festive.”

He hauled me back in front of the mirror and pulled down a cable and hook from the ceiling. He pushed a button on the drop down and my arms were winched above my head, leaving me balanced on the heels.

“Had these installed to help us put up signs.” Kareem pointed to the electric winch on the ceiling. “But this is a better display than I could ever have imagined.”

He pulled away and I was left standing alone in front of the mirror. I was taken aback by his absence, frantically looking about the store to make sure I couldn’t be seen. I began to get my bearings. Christ, I’m in trouble. My legs rubbed together as I tried to balance. The stockings felt amazing. The bells on the socks jingled slightly when I moved, and my attention was drawn back to the mirror. I marvelled at my beautiful dark green heels. I felt my nipples get hard and gently rub against the bra. Slowly, I teetered round to examine my ass. My legs were so long and slim in these socks! Damn I looked too hot. This was dangerous! I was so aroused by my reflection. As a guy, I always struggled to look attractive. Dressed as a girl I was a 10. I pouted at the mirror, trying out a sultry look. If it wasn’t for my erect little dick poking up from between my legs, nobody would have guessed I was a guy!

I heard heavy footsteps, and Kareem returned holding a bottle of lube. His shirt was open now, revealing a hairy broad chest and a big belly under a white vest. He was no longer wearing pants, displaying thick thighs. The bulge in his briefs was frighteningly large. My eyes widened and I tried to back away, unsteady on the heels. Kareem laughed and took more pictures, before grasping my stiff little cock in his left hand. I felt his right slide down my back and and a thick finger probe my ass. I gasped and my sphincter tightened in response. Kareem grunted appreciatively.

“Kareem, please Sir no.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked rhetorically “To see that hot girl in the catalogue lost in pleasure?”

I tugged at my bonds above me but they didn’t give an inch. He began his two pronged assault: Slipping a large digit in my ass and slowly finger-fucking me, he gently jerked me using just his finger tips. Within minutes I was panting and my face flushed – the girl in the mirror biting her lip as she was fingered. I continued to fight and twist, but weakly, my resistance draining from my body. I moaned has he slipped in another finger and squealed as he curled them in my ass. My heels clattered feebly against the shopfloor as my knees gave from the pleasure. He quickened the pace.

“Kareem, please… I’m going to cum.” I whispered.

“That’s it baby, cum for Daddy”

“…Daddy?… fuck… fuck. I’m cumming!”

He curled his fingers in my ass and I shot my load into his hand. He milked my prostate with his fingers and I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. I saw stars as my cum spurted into his fist in 5 or 6 bursts.

He raised the cum filled hand to my face.

“Good girls swallow.” He ordered. Still in the haze of my orgasm I opened wide and he fed me my own sweet semen. I swallowed, opening my mouth to show him I had drunk the entire load, just like the obedient pornstars I had seen in videos.

“Thank you Sir.” I said. He liked that, and gently spanked me. Mental clarity began to return to me, and I was flooded with shame. I decided to play his game to get out of there quickly.

He cut me loose and I collapsed. Cum was still dribbling from my clitty, and he handed me my panties back. I put them on, my rapidly shrinking package fitting snugly inside them. Thinking the ordeal was over, I began to get to my feet, and was surprised when he pushed me back down onto my ass. He loomed tall above me and released his large cock, which sprang out half erect, and getting larger every second! Not waiting for his cock to get fully hard, he pushed the growing head against my half-open red lips.

“Time to repay the favour, sweetcheeks” He grunted.

I opened my mouth to protest and he shoved his big brown cock inside, pushing to the back of my throat. I coughed and moaned but he thrusted again, and again. My back was now against a wall and my legs folded beneath me as he thrust into my mouth, filling my nose with his scent and testing my gag reflex. He used my ponytails like the reins on a horse, controlling me and pressing mercilessly into my increasingly sloppy mouth, abusing my hole and bringin tears to my eyes.

Girth Ch. 02

Amateur

She moves away from me, tossing the hood to the floor, and goes to the door where we entered. The door closed but with a young woman standing before it. Blinking tears clear of my eyes, I recognize her; a past playmate she must have invited to watch me being readied, or demonstrated, for what may be in store for her.

She’s young, tiny and thin; a clerk we met on a shopping trip once before. Barely 18, favoring dark clothing to go with her jet black hair and contrasting with her ivory skin. She’s without the heavy-framed eyeglasses with her blue eyes twinkling as I meet her gaze. Today she’s in a black graphic tee, a german headbanger band displayed upon it, and a blood red skirt; short black boots extending above her ankles, leaving most of her legs exposed.

Spit is dripping out from around my gag and I feel it drip down my chin and onto my chest. But no matter how much saliva escapes, it cannot match that in which I am sitting; the combination now makes me feel even more exposed to her view. Recalling the hood being placed almost immediately upon our entering, it becomes apparent she was a spectator the entire time, and I blush profusely.

“Did I not tell you how much she would enjoy this? Look at that puddle beneath her! Go see for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

The younger woman moves forward while the other goes over to some shelving along the wall. I look at her face for signs of her thoughts and the twinkling of her eyes grows brighter as she nears. Without a word, she runs a finger over me, over the fresh welts crisscrossing my breasts. I close my eyes for a moment, her touch both soothing and electrifying, and I bite once more on the ball.

“May I?”

I open my eyes at the sound of her soft light voice. She’s looking away from me, over her shoulder to my mistress who glances back before resuming a search for something amid the items on the shelf.

“Yes, you may. But be quick.”

The young woman looks to the side of the table and reaches, touching a button or switch that restarts the dildo in my ass.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh………urrrrrrrrrrrr…..mmmmmmmmm.”

My head rolls as it moves up and down, seemingly deeper in my smooth back passageway now that it is unaccompanied by the other in my cunt.

Yes, my cunt, I am reduced to this level, and loving it.

Her hands hold my head to stop its movement and she stares into my face. Fingers move into my hair at the back of my head and I feel a tug as the knot of the gag is undone. She pulls it gently free of my mouth, freeing more saliva before I can swallow, then giving me a minute to work some of the tension from my jaw.

Her hand still at the back of my head, she goes up on her toes and kisses me. I move my lips to try to return it but my response is stiff and out of sorts with my facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. She pulls back, touching my face.

“Its ok, just relax. Let me.”

Kissing me again, her lips incredibly soft after the hard ball, they move along my lips giving my upper and lower lip separate busses as she licks and kisses them. Her lips moving over my face, to my ear, where the tip of her pink tongue brings my earlobe into her mouth for a quick bite and suck.

“You looked so hot. Your body so much different than hers…”

I give a start, realizing she watched the other woman too; the one that was here before me. And I wonder now if she too has taken a turn in the swing and upon the table’s machinery-driven toys. My eyes must have clouded, exposing my istanbul travesti surprise and confusion, as she touches my face again and looks at me.

“No…no…I haven’t…yet.” “But I was here, yes, for the other.”

Fingers touch me, my breast, where the circle had been drawn earlier as if she too had to show me where a mark was left upon the other. I look up into her sweet face, only to find her pulled aside, her hand removed.

“That’s enough for now. If you want to touch my bitch, I have something else in mind.”

From behind, the black tee is lifted up over her head, exposing small breasts with silver rings piercing the long nipples. Hands come around, finding the rings, to tug and tease them; the girls face exhibiting enjoyment at this action.

“Stay right here.”

She steps from behind and flips a switch. A motor whirls and chain linkage tightens and clanks as the swing is lifted up, rising me back into the air until both toys are free. The switch flipped again and I swing gently above the table.

Moving again, she pushes the young woman to her knees before me, then taking hold of my knees, she pulls me forward and places my legs over the kneeling woman’s shoulders. She continues to pull me forward until my crotch is immediately before the woman’s waiting mouth.

“Reward my bitch now. Clean her cunt for me.”

At the first touch of her tongue, I’m gasping and twisting in my bounds. My clit overly sensitive still, each touch upon it is agony and heaven. Her instruction was to clean me and she’s careful to do just that. However, I’m in such a state of sexual excitement that the task is impossible. Looking up, I see her eyes upon us, her smile huge, knowing that she will never be able to keep up with my flow.

“Don’t forget her ass, let me see you do it.”

Her small hands go under my knees and push my legs up towards my chest. Her tongue moves down, rimming my still gaping asshole.

“Wait, let me see…”

And her face is pulled back, as she looks in at me. I can’t see but she must be pleased at the sight.

“Mmmmm, its that lovely? Now finish her!”

Her tongue returns, licking round and round. After several circles, the movement stops. I look down at the top of her head, just as her tongue pushes in. I wrap my legs about her head as the pink muscle wiggles inside my open asshole. My body tenses and I release again, but still the tongue, like the toys minutes ago, does not stop.

Hands take my face and direct my attention away from the hot girl giving me pleasure.

“She’s good isn’t she?”

I bite my lower lip and nod.

“Maybe I’ll let you play with her some more then….but not now, later.”

She’s pulled up from between my legs and her skirt unzipped and pushed down. No panties, no hair, sans an abbreviated pencil-thin landing strip, she stands naked before me for a moment, before led away, hand-in-hand by the other. Its then that I notice the harness and black cock adorning my mistress, who is now otherwise nude.

Twisting in the swing to follow their movements, my action serves to cause the swing to rotate to and fro, back and forth; defeating my objective of not losing sight of them. They go back to the right of me, where I now see a mattress on the floor. Each time the swing turns towards them, I catch a portion of the activity.

With a degree of gentleness, the young woman is directed to her knees and presented with the midnight phallus. With a glance at me, and before anadolu yakası travestileri the swing turns me back away, I see her hand wrap around it. Spinning back around, her eyes now closes, pink tongue circling the circumference of the head. I twist my head to try to maintain view and can just barely manage to watch her change from the use of her tongue to running her lips up and down the thick, black toy’s length.

Straining, tendons tight at the back of my neck, the swing’s movements almost still, I can just see them. Its at that moment, the hood again covers my face and blots out my vision.

Caught completely by surprise and unaware of the presence of anyone else, I let out a sharp gasp of shock. Jerking my head around as if that will allow me to see, I hear a soft chuckle as the hands smooth the hood back into position so that only my mouth has access to the sole opening in the fabric.

“Now we can’t have you spying now can we, Love?”

A touch upon my shoulder in drawn along my shoulder blade, the nail alone touching, not sharp or pressed firmly enough to mark but in my heightened state the sensation of its passing is etched on my skin. Pausing in the soft indentation above my sternum, the digit is laid flat, pointing north, and now the fingertip presses in that vulnerable cove. Funny, how you’re never aware of the places, some amazingly erogenous, others startlingly not, where a touch is magnified; and I’m discovering how easily this one quickly is not, the pressure quickly painful and held as if testing my pain threshold.

“Pl..please..”

Another laugh, but the finger is withdrawn.

The relief at its removal short-lived as a searing pain erupts from both nipples, both captured and flattened between fingers.

“Oh, these are a bit sore aren’t they? And surrounded by such wonderful color and welts.”

My body moves forward, pulled steadily and firmly, pain radiating from my breasts throughout my body and flooding my senses. A throbbing ensues that seems to connect the cane’s red rivers to what now must be incredibly stretched points. Just when I can’t imagine enduring more, they’re twisted, drawing a cry of terror as well as torture from my lips. Upon utterance of my shout, I’m released and left once again softly swinging back and forth in the otherwise still air of the room.

The removal of her fingers did not end the pulsating in my breasts, instead their resumption of normal shape and size only seems to fuel the continued burning along my welts and reddened flesh. Made easier by the slackness of my jaw, I breathe heavily with deep, sobbing, intakes of air which are then blown out from my nose into the dense cloth of the hood. The material becoming sodden from the mingling of my tears with the moist air from my nostrils.

Several minutes pass without a word from my new tormentor, who now seems busy at the table to my right. Adjustments of some sort are being made there as I hear the start and stop of the motor, short bursts as the engine is clicked on and off. My breathing now back to normal, I try to listen for activity behind me but all is muffled and concealed in the darkness in which my face is enclosed.

My arm grasped, I’m swung back to the right and over the table. The creaking of the chain announcing my descent back upon the toys affixed there. Agonizingly, tantalizingly, slowly, I’m impaled once more; this time front and back at the same time, sunk down until istanbul travesti my bottom is resting upon the tabletop with the full measure of the dildos deep inside me.

Staked upon them, hands undo the bindings of the swing with the leather and canvas pulled free of my body. Its support gone, I fight to remain upright and end up leaning forward to do so. Otherwise, the dead weight of my arms, locked and immovable behind me, brings a sharp ache to my lower back. Hands grip my knees, forcing them wide, leaving me open and exposed once more.

In this posture, perhaps inviting it myself, I’m subject to several fluid and severe lashes of the cane across my ass. Squirming after them, I realize the table edge ends just past the appendage buried in my ass. The refreshed anguish of my ass, forces me up back upright as I find the ache in my lower back no match for that being delivered below.

Footsteps as she moves around me, her placement confirmed by the gripping of my chin followed by the fragrance of her words upon my lips.

“I just had to add a few of my own.”

With her words, recognition of the perfume that has been applied to her body. Obsession… So fitting, especially when mingled with the body’s own fragrances, bodies’…. I will always know that scent, it fills my mind and I can smell and taste it from memory on a moment’s notice. And she carries it now; not a surprise really as I know now she was here before me, but to find it on another always brings a certain pride and longing within me.

With these thoughts running through my head, I didn’t notice her movement; but I do notice when her hand finds my left breast. Oh do I notice! Its laid upon me with force and would have sent me swinging had I remained suspended. Instead, it knocks me backwards, driving the anal probe just that much deeper.

As I struggle to straighten back up, I’m struck again in the same spot. And the pain is instant and searing. The pain shooting, intensifying; I’m held with her hand on the top of my head, she’s behind me now, landing short, fast slaps on the same spot on my breast over and over.

Then, as suddenly as they started, they stop.

I’m trying to calm myself, pass through the pain emanating from my chest, when the table is wrenched around. The fat toys within me, makes me moan out. My body going limp after all I’ve endured.

A hand on my head again. The hand clenches and draws the hood off me once more.

Sobbing as I draw in air, blinking to clear my eyes, she moves and leans in close so we are face to face. Her blue eyes like ice, so cool after all this, and she’s grinning.

“Perhaps I should have gagged you. You did cry about so.”

Her hand touches my face. I’d call it a caress as her fingertips move lightly over my cheek, but I knew better; she was just testing, gauging. And the slap that followed was as expected. Much like those she had planted on my breast, short, fast, hard. My hair gripped this time to keep me still.

Her hand raised for another, she’s frozen by a sound from behind. She turns her head and I look over her shoulder. Rising up, in a standing 69, the young girl is upside down, her mouth moving up and down on the fake cock of my mistress. The sound that drew our attention being the wet sucking noise of her pussy being devoured.

I shudder at the sight and knowledge of how well she is being pleasured. The sight short-lived though, as my new playmate turns back to me, finishing her slap. My face burning now…along with several other parts of me…she leans forwards and kisses me on the lips.

Her hands take hold of me and with a fluidness that announces her strength, she lifts me off the table. Carrying me to the far wall, I’m stood up with a collar placed around my throat. The collar then attached to a strap nailed into the wall. And with that, she leaves me to watch…

Willing Target

Babes

A commission

*****

Hannah relaxed back into the comfort of the low leather chair, her Michael Kors handbag on the floor besides her, her plain white coffee cup on a saucer in front of her, her eyes scanning across the quiet cafe, looking for her friend, Victoria, who just a couple moments ago had been queued behind her, ordering her own life-giving drink.

She raised a hand and waved as she saw Victoria, now with her own coffee glancing about to spot her friend. She smiled familiarly as she spotted Hannah and approached casually, settling down in the seat opposite and placing her cup and saucer down too, relaxing with a soft sigh.

“Busy week?” Hannah asked, a soft smirk on her full red lips as she tilted her head, looking across the table at her former manager, her eyes tracing over the woman’s slender body, lingering on her full chest, outlined by her smart attire.

“Oh, you have no idea, two people called in sick this week and-“

Hannah waved a hand dismissively, “Pfff, I didn’t mean work, come on, ‘busy week’? Any new conquests to speak of?” she grinned, briefly fishing her phone out of her skinny jeans pocket, helpless in her need to check for new notifications, opting then to leave her phone out on the table.

Victoria let out a little laugh and shook her head, a pink tinge on her cheeks as she nudged her glasses back up slightly, smiling across at Hannah, “Oh you haven’t changed a bit have you.”

“What, since we met for coffee and gossiped last week?” She smirked, “Not much, no. Come on, spill.”

Victoria let out a faux defeated sigh, then picked up her cup, taking a sip before smirking too, “Alright alright, so there’s this guy at work called Dylan okay? He’s a part-timer who’s just started, late teens I think, not sure but he’s got the most gorgeous hazel eyes, short dark hair, skinny little thing, mmf.”

“Oooh, he sounds divine! So, what? You did him in the changing rooms?” Hannah pressed, biting her lip eagerly as she leaned forward, clasping her cup in her hands.

Victoria shook her head regretfully, “I didn’t really think twice about him at first, but, ah, let’s just say I was having a ‘hard’ day and he, well, saw my bonus package. He didn’t freak out, he just blushed and looked very interested.”

“Soooo what? The bathrooms? Come on, where’d you fuck him!” Hannah whined a little, eager for the sordid details, practically bouncing in her chair, though she kept her coffee steady.

Victoria smirked and shook her head once more, “No, I haven’t actually fucked him yet, I’m being very flirty and suggestive but he’s playing hard to get,” she bit her lip, “I think he might have figured out how much I love the hard to get game.”

Hannah let out a pent-up breath and deflated some, “Aww Vicky you cock tease! You get me all worked up and left me wanting,” she pouted adorably, “he’s probably got a girlfriend already.”

Victoria smirked a little and shrugged, “Hope so, that’d be pretty hot I guess.”

Hannah laughed a little, “You’re hopeless!”

“I think that’s why we get on so well sweetie,” Victoria smiled and Hannah laughed a little.

They both sipped from their coffees, Hannah checking her phone, then using the screen to check her makeup, “So that was it huh?” she asked without looking up from her phone, “Your busy week and you didn’t actually, you know, stick your dick in anyone?”

“Afraid not,” Vicky sighed wistfully, “I’ve just been chasing this Dylan cutie… But come on, tell me about you. I’m sure you’ve got some interesting story or ten to tell, you always do.”

Hannah grinned, “Pfff ten, that was only ever the once! But you’re right, I’ve always got at least one, okay, so, I think this boy is going to be right up your alley.”

Victoria nodded gently then pursed her lips curiously, “Right up my alley as in, this story is going to leave me with blue balls, or right up my alley as in, you’re going to give me his number at the end of this?”

Hannah winked playfully, “Bit of both I think.”

Victoria settled back in her chair, holding her cup and nodded, excited and expectant.

“Alright, well, he’s called Ben, short dark brown hair, a bit of a sporty type so his body is, oh my god, his body is super fit Vicky, I think he plays badminton. His ass is properly sculpted.”

“You’re speaking my language so far,” she conceded, smiling.

“Just you wait,” Hannah grinned, “So I met him on craigslist,” she held up a hand as Victoria made to speak, “Yeah yeah I know, dodgy place, but he was looking for a gal like us to fulfil a fantasy of his.”

Hannah paused for a moment, smirking as she let the hype build for a few key seconds, Victoria merely raising a curious eyebrow.

“Rape fantasy. Receiving end.”

Victoria gasped a little and leaned forward, “No way? Really?” she all but whispered.

Hannah grinned triumphantly and nodded, “Aw Vicky, I wish I’d recorded it, honestly the best fucking lay I’ve had in months. He put istanbul travesti up just the right amount of fight and I swear he was like a virgin down there, it was so fucking good.”

Victoria, who was now noticeably blushing rested her elbows on the edge of the table, “Okay, I’m really interested Hannah, can you set us up?”

Hannah smirked playfully for a moment as if mulling it over, teasing with Vicky, but was quick to relent, “Oooh I think I could. Are you free tonight?”

“For that? Yes, fuck yes.” She laughed softly.

“Okay okay, I’ll reach out to him and see if he’s free tonight. I’ll text you later okay?”

Vicky nodded eagerly and settled back once more, her mind already thinking ahead to what awaited her that night, “Okay. Don’t let me down Hannah, this sounds like so much fun.”

“I’ll do my best, trust me eh?” She beamed, a twinkle in her eyes and Victoria smiled, knowing she would. “Alright,” Hannah continued, her tone implying she was switching topics as she took a sip of her coffee, “Okay, but on Thursday though I was swiping right on tinder and I came across this guy with just the cutest little nose…”

Victoria laughed and reclined in her chair, she shouldn’t have been surprised that Hannah had more than one conquest to speak of, but as Hannah regaled Vicky in the adventures of what she’d gotten up to, she found her mind drifting, she’d gone too long without to not be lost in thoughts of this Ben.

They talked for a little longer about this and that, agreeing to meet up same place next week for another such catch up if they didn’t bump into each other beforehand, which was always a possibility.

They hugged before they departed, Victoria careful not to crumple her business attire too much, Hannah careful not to smudge her makeup. They smiled at one another, knowingly and went their separate ways.

Victoria had often judged Hannah just a tiny bit for how glued to her phone she always was, but that evening she played the part of the hypocrite, hardly unable to tear her eyes away from her notifications, waiting for that elusive message from Hannah.

She was on the verge of giving Hannah a call, fearing she had been forgotten when her phone buzzed.

In a panic she fumbled so quickly for it that it slipped between her fingers, tumbling through the air to land screen down on the hardwood of her floor.

Reaching down she hesitated for a moment, staring at her Schrödinger’s phone, biting her lip anxiously as she recovered it, checking the screen for cracks, which it was mercifully free of.

Letting out a sigh and feeling an idiot for being so wound up waiting for a text she forced herself to take a deep breath, calming herself before she read the text, ‘Apartment 22, 105 Gentech Road, It’s the studenty part of town so you should be good to uber in and out! Have fun Vicky!! X’

Victoria bit her lip, feeling her heart hammering a little faster in her chest, excited to know that this was going ahead. She was already dressed and made up for the occasion, she’d kept with her professional theme as she quite loved the bossy feeling she got while wearing it, the confidence helping her along, but since she was, after all, supposed to be faux sneaking into the boys apartment she’d adopted a darker outfit than she usually wore, a black buttoned shirt that pulled slightly at her chest, a couple of the buttons visible straining, a look she liked, at least when the buttons didn’t pop off. To go with it she wore a pair of dark almost skin tight jeans, a pair of practical but smart shoes finishing off what was effectively a very casual business look.

She stepped towards the door to her own home, pulling her phone out of her pocket and ordering the Uber, only a few minutes away thankfully and pulled on a black overcoat, just to keep the chill off of her and give her some much-needed pocket space.

She took her phone, keys and a couple of essentials for what she was planning, a condom and a small sachet of lube which she slipped into their typical pockets before waiting by the door for her ride, impatient and excited.

She continued to check her phone, watching as the tracker of her driver weaved its way through the intricate lines of streets towards her, a notification popping up to inform her that her ride would be arriving soon.

Smiling she stepped out into the coolness of the late evening, closing and locking her door behind her before glancing around at the cars sweeping by, spotting one as it neared, its licence plate matching up with the one displayed on her phone.

Carefully she lowered herself into the back of the car, her cheeks turning a little rosy as she came out of the cold and into the warmth of his car, the seats, she noticed, heated under her butt.

“Gentech road, yeah?” her driver asked ever as he began to pull away, his eyes glancing at the phone mounted on his dashboard, already making his way there, his accent and skin colour indicating kadıköy travesti he likely wasn’t from around these parts.

“Yes, please,” she said, politely, her mind buzzing too much with excitement to really converse with him.

He glanced in the rearview mirror at her, noting her distracted demeanour and shrugged a little, some were talkers, some weren’t.

She looked out the window, watching the familiar streets of her neighbourhood retreat into the less familiar but still known surrounding areas, then the completely unfamiliar sections where she seldom if ever had a cause to venture to.

She glanced at her phone again, the trip would likely cost her about a twenty, the return trip similar, though at least she’d likely be able to secure a ride home whenever she was finished up, if she didn’t spend the night of course, after all the city never slept, less so the student part.

Almost on reflex she checked her image in the front cam of her phone, tilting her head from side to side, brushing a few wayward strands of black hair into place, pursing her full lips, red with lipstick, her eyes dark with eyeliner and shadow.

She couldn’t help but smirk a little at herself, she was going to sneak into her targets home, in the dark of night and set herself upon him, despite the fact he had consented she felt a little silly for making herself up so precisely for what was essentially a non-con fantasy booty call. It would be dark, messy and she would be lucky if her makeup didn’t get all smudged and smeared, but she didn’t care, she liked looking pretty.

She flicked back to the uber app and noted she was drawing close to her destination. Drawing in a breath and releasing it slowly, a little anxiously she pocketed the phone and nudged her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She hadn’t worn fake lashes tonight, they always left dark smears on the inside of her lenses and while she had considered contacts, she was so used to the appearance of glasses that her face just looked wrong without them.

Tapping her hand against the warm fabric of her jeans she watched as they pulled up alongside a tall building, not in the best of conditions, but she knew of much worse throughout the city.

“Here we go,” the driver said, smiling at her in a friendly fashion through his reflection in the rearview mirror.

She returned the smile and clicked the door open, thanking him briefly before standing and looking over the roof of the car, she glanced at the buildings as she shut the door, stepping onto the sidewalk as the car pulled away.

As the coolness of the night air once again hit her, made all the more noticeable by the comparable warmth of the now departed Uber, she spotted a building, her heart fluttering in her chest, ‘105 Gentech Road’. As her feet led her towards the building along the sidewalk she tried to think back to when she had last been this excited about an upcoming session and honestly it was a struggle. She absolutely adored the fantasy of taking a sweet piece of ass by force, but the closest she could ever really get were partners who didn’t mind her being more than a little rough. To actually have found someone who shared the fantasy, albeit from the other side, was something special, especially if he was as cute as Hannah had implied.

As she walked up towards the building she noticed a weird spacing between the ‘105’ and the ‘Gentech Road’ on the front of the building, she pursed her lips, curious for a moment but as she got closer she noticed something else that gave her a slight moment of panic, the building’s door had a magnetic lock, a small pad to let you dial in and a metal square for a key fob.

She stepped up to the small pad beside the door and glanced up at the multitude of rooms, some lit, most not. After a moment’s hesitation, she dialled in a random two digit number and waited, hearing it buzz. After ringing twice, she heard a rustle and a click, someone picking up the phone, she opened her mouth to speak, but instead there was a loud buzz and a click. Tentatively she took the handle of the door and pulled, it swung open to greet her. She smiled, brightly, pleased by the nature of students.

Stepping inside she looked towards a plaque, pursing her lip as her eyes scanned over the building’s layout, apartment 22 was on the third floor and while there was a pair of elevators at her disposal, she disregarded them, the stairs would be just as quick she fathomed.

Making her way up the tiled steps she kept her hand on the handrail, not wanting to slip in her rather smooth soled shoes as she climbed upwards. As she passed the first two floors she slowed a little, trying to plan ahead, to figure out her game plan once she was at the right apartment. She didn’t know it’s layout and she knew it would be almost pitch black unless he had some sort of a light source. Even just a few LED’s in chargers would be handy, she thought.

She hesitated for anadolu yakası travesti a moment, taking her phone out of her pocket. Briefly, she considered calling Hannah, getting a few more details before she committed fully, but, as she held her phone she let out a little smile, if she did have a light inside, the torch on her phone would suffice. That, and she didn’t fancy hanging around in the stairwell for too long, dressed as she was at this time of night she would stick in the mind, maybe even raise questions.

Tucking her phone away she came out onto the third floor, her eyes quickly scanning around, following the room numbers on the doors around her in the lit hallway.

Each floor it seemed had eight apartments, four on each side connected in the middle by a small corridor that gave access to the stairwell, elevator and, judging by the smell, the bin chutes.

She turned right, stepping through a heavy fire door and counting the numbers once more, identifying a heavy looking wooden door, a pair of twos on the door, one a little wonky.

Swallowing she stepped up to it, her feet stepping onto a doormat just outside the door, it looked like it had once had something written on it, but it had been worn away over time by the passing of feet.

Carefully and slowly she reached out, turning the door handle as quietly as possible, then pushing inwards with the side of her arm, excitement floundering as she flushed with colour, the door didn’t budge, locked, she realised.

She let out a quavering breath and glanced behind her, each door had a tiny peephole in its centre and she could practically feel eyes watching her, though the chances were unlikely. She took a step back and again reached for her phone, but paused, looking down, tilting her head.

Glancing around one last time she, squatted down and, curiously, lifted up the doormat. She smiled, reaching out and picking up a golden, if a little dusty key.

Not exactly unlocked as she had been promised, but close enough that it might as well have been. Cautiously she slid the key into the lock and slowly twisted.

To her delight she felt the mechanism inside the lock shift, letting out the quietest of clicks as she turned the key. Smirking, she drew the key from the lock, once more pushing the handle down and leaning her weight against the door.

It swung open on mercifully quiet hinges, the interior, as she had expected almost pitch black, only illuminated currently by the light spilling in from the hall around her. With soft footsteps she stepped around the door into the sweet, vanilla smelling apartment, pushing the door slowly shut behind her, working the handle so it didn’t click too loudly as it slid back into place.

Gently, in the dark, her eyes not yet adjusted she fed her key back into the lock, turning it and, she presumed, sealing herself in with the waiting Ben.

She left the key in the lock and gently turned around, careful in the dark as she didn’t want to knock anything over.

She drew her phone from her pocket and turned the screen on. She had intended to use the phones torch function to turn the camera’s flash into a light, but in the almost absolute darkness, the glow her phone gave off was enough to give her a general, if a little eerie view of the apartment she was in.

She was currently stood in a narrow hallway that led deeper into the apartment, where she began to walk. She passed a door on her right, open slightly, a small clean-seeming bathroom within, continuing on she passed a cupboard to her left, closed shut.

She stopped further down the hallway, coming across a door that, while not closed, was pushed to, obscuring what lay beyond it. She gently pressed the back of one hand to it, tilting her phone away from the door so, if the boy was in the next room, he wouldn’t catch a glimpse of the light it offered.

As the door swung open she had to calm herself, the adrenaline and excitement coursing through her had her breathing a little louder than normal and, in the almost silence, every little noise sounded like a cacophony. Beyond the door it was a little easier to see, one of the large rooms walls boasting two windows that, while shuttered, allowed a little city night light to bleed in through from the outside.

She could see that she was stood in a living room, a sofa, and TV in one corner, a desk and PC in another. To her right in the room was another door, propped open, leading to what seemed to be a very narrow kitchenette and as she looked left, she noticed, doubling back on the other side, was a partition, a curtain that separated the single room into two.

She furrowed her brow a little, with the door now open she could hear noise, the pitter patter of water, rain, it sounded like. Curiously she glanced towards the windows, it had been dry when she had arrived, but as she stepped deeper into the room she noticed the sound wasn’t coming from the windows, but from the partitioned section of the room.

Turning and pushing her phone into her pocket, her eyes adjusting to the dark and the few stray rays of orange cold light filing through the shutters giving her just enough light to see by, though she wouldn’t see anything in the way of detail. Not that she needed to, this was going to be a purely physical encounter.