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After a long and virtuous engagement, our Wedding Day is nearly here. It’s been a long day of dreading the rehearsal, especially the Rehearsal Dinner. Lots of pressure to be on our best behavior, especially in front of all our extended family. And friends of each of us. They’re all quite different. It’s been something of a nightmare for us, leading up to this point. I mean, my family is extremely straight-laced. Jen’s, not so much uptight about sex as they are about career success… to a fault. Anything that impedes a quick ascent to the top, to the corner office, so to speak, is expendable and should be excised, no matter your sentimental attachments.

So her family has been chomping at the bit to get on with things, a short engagement, a small wedding so as to save our money for more practical things that will advance our careers, like a lake house when we can afford it, and hosting parties — you know, where you have to pay a featured celebrity to come and act like your former high school boyfriend or girlfriend, right? So today’s extravagant wedding was exactly opposite of what her parents wanted to spend (waste) their money on. But Jen always manages to get her way, and her parents have no one to blame but themselves for raising her to do so. So they caved, and they spent, spent, and spent some more.

Even paying for our honeymoon trip to an obscure island retreat.

The long overnight flight would pretty much ensure one thing: There would be no Wedding Night fucking. And after the long engagement (to satisfy my parents), our Wedding Night would be a rocky — ie, hard as a rock — disappointment. Especially for me. But Jen promised it would all be worth it. That’s what she says about everything. Delayed gratification is the key to success, she says. Just as her parents taught her to say. It kept her virginity (and mine), didn’t it? And considering she was the hottest cheerleader and class valedictorian, I would have to agree. She knows how to get things accomplished, even sacrificing desire as necessary — her desires or mine.

So I can imagine flying through the night, only able to hold hands on her father’s corporate plane — it’s too small and intimate, with too many of his staff waiting on us hand and foot. We would kiss… if we had a chance. Attendants would undoubtedly keep coming at just the very wrong times. And for sure, I will have to minimize those intimate moments, as my encased penis will be continuing to drive me crazy, til we arrive and my bride can do the honors, so to speak.

Yes, encased.

The very night I had proposed to Jen, her parents — especially her mom — had prepared her well. When I (thought I) surprised her with a small box containing an efficiently small diamond engagement ring, Jen surprised me right back, producing a git-wrapped box with an efficiently-small plastic device from her purse. It had to go both ways, she said. If I was to expect her to say ‘yes’ to my proposal, then I also would have to say ‘yes’ to her proposal. It was “for our own good”. Remember, delayed gratification is the key to success. So what else could I do?

And we were officially then engaged.

She immediately called her mom. “We’re engaged. He said ‘yes’!”. And her mom couldn’t have been happier. Her dad? Well, maybe notsomuch, but glad to see his daughter and wife happy, even excited. Jen told me later that it sparked a reenactment that night, of their own engagement-proposal many many years ago.

And so the engagement had begun for us. Jen’s girlfriends were all abuzz about it too. They had previously given me the cold-shoulder anytime they were (had to be) around me. They kind of even treated me like dirt, like I was household staff, just like Jen’s parents’ home staff. They knew better, but I think they were always telling Jen she could do better. Thankfully she didn’t listen to them (or her mom, for that matter). And now it was kırklareli escort apparent to me that Jen told them about the 2-way proposal that I had said yes to. How embarrassing. But at least they knew I was that head-over-heels in love with Jen, and committed to our virginal relationship.

On the other hand, I tried desperately to keep my guy buddies away from her friends, for fear they would hear of my penis-predicament. I had for many months let on like I was secretly banging Jen, despite her cool temperament when they were around her. I made like I was forceful with her and she was embarrassed not to be able to control me in bed. And that’s why I always tried to let her have her way any other time — at least that was my narrative to them. They all thought I was the ideal boyfriend. The stud behind the scene, but ladies-man in public. That storyline worked well for me, unless her friends ever intersected with my buddies and spilled the beans. I couldn’t let that happen. So you can imagine the pressure at our Rehearsal Dinner, when the groomsmen spent the evening with us… and importantly, with all the bridesmaids. Dang.

Thankfully my parents were the evening’s host, and my talkative mom pretty much carried the evening with funny little stories from my childhood. The evening had come to a close and everyone was leaving… when her Maiden-of-Honor pulled my Best Man aside over in the corner. I could see her hand him a small box, and I didn’t like the looks of it. Especially when he laughed out loud and readily accepted it.

“Sure, I’ll do the honors”, he said loudly enough to ensure I heard him. And everyone went back to talking and saying their goodbyes with hugs and well-wishes all around. Even Jen begged off early: “We have a big day ahead of us, Harold. So I need to go home and get some last minute prep done, and get to sleep. You boys have some things to do too, apparently. So we’ll let you get on with it. Goodnight, dear little Harold, my sweetie.”. And left with a peck on my cheek. Her Maiden-of-Honor also gave me a peck on the cheek, and left with a wink.

And there I was. With only my Best Man, who was beaming like a cat that had swallowed a canary.

“Ok, what? What did she say to you? And what’s in the box, Fuckhead? I know you two are up to something. Spill it.”

“Harold, oh Harold. My longtime buddy. Mr. Stud, you led us to believe. How the tables have turned now, as your little secret has leaked just a bit. But as your longtime buddy, you can count on me to keep it just between the four of us. I only ask that you don’t give me any problem tonight. Or for that matter, you will of course need to treat me quite well for the foreseeable future. Right, buddy? Can you do that? It’s a small price to pay for my loyalty, wouldn’t you say?”

Dang.

“Of course. Please just keep this as a matter between close friends. I’ll make it worth your while. Just keep it under wraps, ok?”

“Oh indeed, I’ll keep it under wraps ok! In fact, that’s the whole point of this little present from the Maiden-of-Honor: Keeping IT under wraps, so to speak. So Harold, you say you’ll not give me a problem tonight, and that you will always make it worth my while not to share your little secret, so we’re going to see about that. Come on, let’s go out to my truck. You wouldn’t want to do this here, would you?”

He tapped the box, lifted me a bit by the arm and hustled me through the revolving door and pointed me toward his truck. You’re in luck, Harold. I had to park way out in the lot. If you’re lucky, buddy, no one will see this.”. And laughed. And gave me a shove toward the back lot, albeit well-lit with those tall parking lot lights. (…not to mention, nowadays way too many of them have cameras embedded in the lights.)

Arriving at his truck, he personally ushered me in, almost like I was his date for afyon escort the evening. It was embarrassing.

“Get in. And scoot over, nice and close to me. We’re best buds, right? And we have some friendly business to attend to, my little buddy. Now would you like to chance it here… or up on Make-out Point in the dark?”

“Oh c’mon, what is the big deal? Out with it, you fuckhead.”

“Uh, I’d be a bit more cautious, calling me the fuckhead, Harold. Or you just might find your head doing some fucking tonight. Got it?”

“Ok sorry. Let’s get this whatever over with. And I sure don’t want to be seen here in the lights. So sure, up on the bluff in the dark if we must. But I’m not doing any head-fucking on you tonight. Don’t even think about it. I’m not queer, and you know it.”

“Oh do I? Until tonight, I apparently thought a lot of things that weren’t entirely true. Didn’t I, Harold?” And he gunned it, peeling out of the lot to be sure everyone saw us together.”

When we arrived up on the point, he turned on the overhead light, and told me to show him my little secret. I complied. He laughed. And started unbuckling his belt, and unzipped. Oh no! And pulled it out for me to see. His purpose was all too clear.

“So whaddaya say, Harold? Am I your Best Man or what?”

“Ok, ok. You’re bigger than me, and yours is free — mine is not. Is that what you wanted to hear from me. Ok, I said it. Now can we go?”

He laughed again. “Oh no, no, no, Buddy. We’re not done at all. If I’m going to be your Best Man, then we have a long night ahead for you to prove it. You can start by handling it a bit and getting me hard. And if you do a good job — you know, like a Best Man should — then I might just unlock your encased penis. I have Jen’s key right here. Whaddaya say to that, Harold? A little you-scratch-my-back and I’ll scratch yours. Do we have a deal?”

It is unavoidable at this point. I took hold of his cock, and massaged it enough to get harder than it was already. Shit. I can’t believe I’m here doing this, jacking off my buddy on Make-Out Point in the dark… with our cab-light on, even. What perverts might be watching us even right now?

“Ok, but only a handjob. I’m not gay. And neither are you. Let’s not start down that path on my wedding eve. This is wrong on so many counts. So humiliate me if you must, but just please get your rocks off as quickly as you can and let’s get out of here. You don’t even have to unlock me. Ok? Hurry. Please.” And I jacked faster.

He began laughing even harder, and said:

“Ok stop, Harold. I was just punking you, man. It was just a joke by the Maiden-of-Honor. I don’t even think Jen knew what she was up to. So get your eyeballs back in your head, and keep your hands to yourself, Ass-hole. But I’m honored to know you would… maybe even will someday… jack me off.” And continued laughing his head off.

Aw shit! You bastard. I jerked my hand back quickly and wiped it off on the truck seat, and scooted way over to the window. Dang. I went to zip up again, but he stopped me.

“Wait Harold. We’re not done with the business at hand. Just the punking part. The reality is, I do have Jen’s key. And I have been commissioned to unlock you. Ok? So keep it out here; in fact, scoot back over here and lift up and arch your back a bit so I can get it off you.”

I reluctantly complied, glad to finally be free.

He massaged me once I was loose, a bit too much for my own comfort, but I figured he was just still fucking with me a bit. Still, it didn’t keep me from hardening. Dang.

“Nice, Harold! Real nice. Further proof that you really would have finished me off — probably even hoping I would get you off too, huh little buddy?” And again, laughing at my predicament.

“Hell no. You know that a guy’s dick is sensitive to any handling. So shut up and let’s go.”

“No, amasya escort not just yet Harold. Removing your little temporary plastic guardian is just half the deal.”

And with that, he produced the small box that the Maiden-of-Honor gave him.

“Here’s your new marital friend and companion now. This time, steel, and just in time for your appointment at the altar. A present from your new Mother-in-Law.”

“No fucking way!”

“Yes fucking way, Buddy. Turn your head and say hi to the camera. That’s right. Your Maiden-of-Honor has done the honors for your wedding album, Harold. Well, unless you comply, that is. So let’s get this one on you, and we can keep this our little secret. We won’t even have to tell Jen about your, how shall I say, desires for another man?”

I let him lock it on me. Silent. Speechless. Anything I would say at this point would only get me in deeper. So he locked the steel cage on my dick. The night before I’m to be married. Sigh.

“There, Buddy-Boy. You’re good to go, for a lifetime of marital bliss. Able to fuck anytime… that Jen approves of. Ha ha. And now for MY reward for carrying this all out according to the plan. Your Maiden-of-Honor has promised me some pussy tomorrow after the wedding if I’d play along. And she even told me how turned on and jealous she has been throughout your encased engagement. And she wants to role-play with me, pretending she’s Jen and I’m you, Harold, reliving the past year leading up to the Wedding Night fuck! So help me out, Buddy. She said I need to be wearing your little plastic cage during tomorrow’s ceremony. It’ll make her so hot as she stands there knowing what we will be role-playing tomorrow night! The only difference between you and me is, I’m no fool — I’ll be holding onto my own key. You won’t. So help me get it on. C’mon, before I get hard just thinking about it.”

It wasn’t easy. His balls were bigger, harder to get through the base-ring. And helping him stuff his slightly hardened penis into my-sized cage was no small undertaking.

“Hey I want to see! Lemme see. Lemme see!” The Maiden-of-Honor was banging on his window. He rolled it down to show it off to her. She leaned in and kissed him hard as she fondled the cage. So turned on!!! I had always wished Jen could have been so passionate about that cage. But now her bff was fully fucking my Best Man’s mouth with her tongue as she got off on the pretend control that the little cage symbolized. She toyed with the lock, threatening to close it.”

“You know you’ll be forever mine”, she pretended.

He played along, not at all worried that she might close it, since he had the key safely tucked in his jeans watch-pocket.

“Oh no! Please don’t snap that lock shut!” he pretended, carrying on the scene for my benefit, knowing I have been locked, without orgasm or even a proper erection for nearly a year. “Oh please, Miss. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t do that, I beg you.” He was fucking with my head still.

“Ok, big boy. Today’s your lucky day — I won’t snap it shut… BUT HAROLD WILL!”

It was only fair, after what he had done to me. So I played along, snapping it shut just as hard as I could, hoping it would jam there.

Holding out her hand, she said, “Ok, hand over Harold’s new key, and yours too, big boy. You need a keyholder too. Remember, you bad little boy. I saw you BOTH out here in the dark, playing with each other’s ding-dongs. I even have it on video. Without sound, it pretty well looks like both of you were enjoying a boy-on-boy relationship, doesn’t it? And don’t think I won’t show the preacher tomorrow, if I see either of you misbehaving or playing with your cages during the ceremony tomorrow. Now let’s have ’em. Both keys. It’s the Maiden-of-Honor’s duty to be the official keyholder during the ceremony.”

Wow. His key too! I couldn’t help but see the ironic turn of events here. He looked like a whipped puppy as he reached into his pocket and reluctantly turned over both keys as directed.

And with that, she laughed at us sitting there together in his truck, stunned… and scurried back into the darkness of the night… to get ready for the TWO weddings soon to take place.

***

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Author Note: I’m moving forward in time to a crisis and hopefully happy ending, as I usually don’t like to go more than 3 chapters and I think the in-between stuff for this fantasy is less interesting.

Almost two years had passed since that break-through weekend of upgrading my status with Mr. M from a “charity case” to a “contributing” member of His household. I had gotten just about everything I wanted, albeit with a few bumps along the way. I wasn’t yet the official and credentialed “woman of the house”, but I felt like I was within reach of that ever-more-real-to-me goal and dream of living a secure and stress-free life under the protection of a successful male.

I WAS currently dealing with one HUGE problem in my relationship with my good-and-evil overlord, one that was threatening to have me evicted from his home and from his protection, but I was also close to getting that under control too, so I was feeling pretty good about everything.

The biggest adjustment, I think, was adding a heavier dose of BDSM bullshit than a typical 50’s woman had to put up with 60+ years ago. Although back then, there was probably no such concept of either a pert and perky (but sexually submissive) 50’s housewife or of BDSM.

In the big picture, I didn’t really mind the dom-sub stuff. He was experienced in a different way than I was experienced. I had come to him as a fuck-slut (although I still don’t think he knows that), and I had been with several guys and had THAT kind of experience. He had lots of LIFE experience, which had led to life SUCCESS for him (which meant he could provide security, safety and a home for me), which I wanted. But in the run-up to that, he hadn’t lived (and thus possibly had now outgrown) the juvenile interest in maledom-femsub fantasies — or maybe he had just had too much vanilla in his life — his ex didn’t let him go wild on her AT ALL, or something like that, and he was catching up on things.

Who really knows what his actual psycho-sexual problems were…this is my story, not his…

But all I had to do on the female side was give him sufficiently obedient sex — and I liked sex anyway. Instead of spreading it around as a slut, I was just focusing my sexual interests on him.

Sure, he was not as good-looking as the guys my age, but I had run through my attractions and obsessions and interests in that sphere and I was now attracted to different kinds of male traits, or a wider set of male traits. So while he was just more of an overall 5 or 6 in the total physical package department, he was an 8+ in the things I was more interested in now as a twenty-something than I had previously been interested in as an adolescent teen. But at least he was average! Besides, after time passes, you absorb the looks anyway and your focus turns more on the rest of it (other than cock size, an actual undersized and small cock is definitely not good and impossible to make up for).

Since his cock was average to above average, I was NOT lowering standards (too much)….wink…wink…

So in reality, he was kind of perfect, except maybe a bit overboard on the sadism-masochism games.

But what man is perfect!?!?!

On the bondage side, it was fairly light and there was no particular need for him to be too out there in terms of tying me up, since I was always a sure thing for him when it came to access to my body and using me sexually according to his mood. He used bondage sparingly when he was in the mood. And when he put me in bondage, it was almost always centered around my wrists: behind my back usually, or up to a hook above me or to a post behind me (showing him either my tits and pussy or my back and ass), or to the bed frame while lying down on the bed (either sunny side up, or over easy). He didn’t get into the complicated Japanese stuff or really anything that got in the way of him getting, keeping and using his hard-on while dominating and fucking me.

In other words, he never bound me so completely that he couldn’t put his cock in me either on demand, or without much effort.

The domination side was not that different from past deals between men and women from time immemorial and perfectly in keeping with my 50’s housewife fantasies and desires to be taken care of while I took care of my man. Women gave it up when it came to direct control and exercised a lot or a little bit of indirect control. I’m not sure where I was on that spectrum of indirect control, but I was getting pretty much everything I really wanted, except the ring and being bred by him, so I felt I was holding my own.

Much of the domination and submission part, to me, was actually centered around his balls and my pussy.

I originally presented myself — when I threw myself at him that first night almost two years ago — as shaved smooth, clean as a whistle, like a pre-pubescent girl. And of course what man would or could complain about that with current sensibilities as they are? But as our relationship developed (at first ardahan escort fast and then at a more leisurely pace), he teased me that the age difference was too great to stay with the baby-smooth pussy look. I couldn’t go back to the amazon forest look that I’m sure was much more common back in the actual 1950’s, but I had to present him with at least SOME pubic hair, he said, to get rid of at least some of the ick-factor in the two decade difference between him and me.

So over time, he exerted his dominance to make me show him many different grooming styles for my pussy until he found one that HE liked best on me. The journey to where I ended up was actually very sexy and intimate, I thought, as he took his time to have me put a few different looks for my privates in front of him. At first I had to grow it out to a Bermuda triangle, before he had me shave that down to a fairly wide landing strip. He liked that better, but he wanted to see a postage stamp style before he finally decided to have me go back to a thinner landing strip that I had to keep clean and smooth and SHORT — and also bare and smooth in the area between my clit and the bottom of the strip. He didn’t like the look of the landing strip going all the way down to my clit and slit. In addition to keeping it short, I also had to keep it blonde, blonde, blonde (I earned punishment when it was not blond enough, another part of BDSM in terms of sadism and masochism).

So in the end, it almost looked like I was bare and smooth, since my pubic hair was so short and thin and blonde, but the effort I had to put in to keeping my hair visible for him (rather than just shaving it smooth) was considerable — and that was a form of sexual dominance that I appreciated more fully as time passed as I was forced to always think about my pussy and keeping its appearance pleasing and pretty and just right for Mr. M’s tastes and fetishes.

Anyway, it was very sexy for him to exert so much control, interest in and domination over the presentation of my pubic region and my pussy to him and I spent hours and hours on paying attention to my appearance down there, making sure I kept myself just the way he liked it, knowing that he wanted it just so and I would be in trouble if I deviated too far from what he had determined was my ideal look. And while it may sound silly, I really obsessed on keeping my blond, thin, close airstrip JUST RIGHT, a clear separate smooth distance between it and my sex, centered, visible but not too wide, dying it to the right color. I spent time inspecting myself every day and I LOVED IT when he took time to inspect me and tell me how good I looked and I was also mortified whenever he found something wrong with my landing strip and anxious to fix myself as soon as possible.

The other part of his dominance and submission mind games was ball worship. As focused as Mr. M was on getting my private parts looking just the way he wanted, I spent a LOT OF TIME, from the VERY BEGINNING worshipping and paying attention to his balls. While he groomed himself close around his dick, but not boy-smooth, he generally left his balls alone, so they were fuzzy and lightly covered in hair.

Not being a man and not being this intimate with a man before who paid such close attention to my sex and made me worship his balls as much as he made me do, I was amazed at how his balls grew and shrunk from day to day and even within a fucking session.

I liked his balls best when they were “medium”, not totally shriveled where I couldn’t even find his nuts (did they curl up inside his body?), and not totally loose and gross and floppy and sweaty, but kind of hanging and bulbous and where I could clearly see each ball (one was usually lower than the other) and get my mouth around each ball one at a time for that part of our relationship.

An often-repeated blowjob scene was him fully clothed and I had to fish his cock and balls out, but he was still buttoned up above, so that his cock and balls were “framed” by his open fly and I could worship his balls and suck his cock with a minimum of undressing by him, like I was just his common blowjob bitch that wasn’t even worth his time undressing for – while I was often naked or had to undress while I sucked him and worshipped him.

Anyway, he didn’t dominate me too much by making me kiss his boots, or kiss his hands. But he did like his cock and ball worship — it seemed a fetish for him (maybe his ex didn’t do it enough, or whatever) — and he did like me to spend time on his balls even when I wasn’t actively working for his jism – and so the combination of me having to constantly tend and perfect my pussy’s landing strip look and work on his balls just about every day in the sub-girl, obedient wanna-be-housewife role set the foundation for the dom-sub stuff he played with me.

Of course, he got everything he wanted sexually since even though I was young, I had been over-exposed to some of the outer reaches of adıyaman escort the male mind and he explored some of those tangents, but not too many of them (thankfully) and this focused attention on my private parts sexual appearance and worshipping his balls was a major piece of being his sub-girl who was hoping to eventually be his sub-wife.

On the sadism and masochism side of BDSM, I thought Mr. M was firm but fair – not committing very many roughing penalties and making his points without taking things too far. He did have a sadistic streak whereas I don’t really think I was much of a masochist myself, but I think it was pretty mild overall and he got 80% of his enjoyment on bondage, dominance and submission and only 20% of his jollies out of pain and punishment. That sadistic streak took me the most amount of time coming to terms with. But he hadn’t gone too far (yet).

I was cooking dinner now, after putting in my half-day of work during lunch shift at the local dine-in chain restaurant. He wanted me to have at least some work to keep myself from going crazy by being alone all day, but nothing too strenuous — and I think after taking his advice on this, I was pretty convinced he was right. 6 hours a day, 3 days a week was enough to get out of the house and around other people, but not so much that it kept me from being a good little sex-toy in the evenings and on the weekends for my sex-Daddy.

It also gave me plenty of time to do errands, keep the house clean (which didn’t take much, given it was just the two of us), tend to the appearance of my pussy to please him, and get some time to myself for doing my nails, relaxing in the tub with my bubble-bath, shopping for clothes, touching myself, and other things you do on your own time.

Dinner was going to be steak and potatoes for him, along with some greens (for appearances sake). I’d be having a quick salad at the beginning of dinner, or even before he sat down, and then worshipping his cock and balls while he ate.

But back to the sadism, which consisted mainly of something he called “maintenance” punishment time. He started those three or four months in, after it was clear I wasn’t going anywhere and after we’d explored the first rush of May-October sex between a newly adult woman and an end-of-his prime man.

“Maintenance punishment” was an over-the-knee spanking each Sunday, usually around mid-afternoon, after he’d finished in the yard, or done his hunting and gathering at the hardware store, or we’d gotten closer to dinner than to lunch. He spanked me as long as he felt like it, whether I was good or bad. It was supposed to be a way to remind me that no matter how well or badly I behaved, I was subject to male “correction” for any reasons or for no reason. I don’t know if that’s how other couples managed this stuff, but that’s how he viewed it, anyway — and how he explained it to me.

The basic over-the-knee spanking could and often would then be enhanced for any behavior lapses and training issues experienced since the PRIOR week’s “maintenance punishment”.

If I missed sucking his cock because I wasn’t feeling well, or the night got away from us, that could be a reason to add some belt-strokes to the over-the-knee spanking. If I forgot to tidy up before he got home, that could be a reason for the same few belt-strokes. If I half-assed it at dinner, that could be something that got me in trouble. If I didn’t make an effort to dress sexily for him or make an effort to be sexually alluring and available to his satisfaction, or asking him to use me enthusiastically enough, he’d tell me that would earn the undesirable “corporal” punishment to go along with the much more enjoyable over-the-knee sexy stuff. And of course, if I let my pussy’s landing strip get too long or too wide or too close to my clit, I’d earn corporal punishment for that too, for not paying attention to keeping my pussy perfect for him.

Anything and everything was a landmine to trip me up and I was always on my toes and a little bit uncomfortable on whether I had all my shit together properly to avoid being punished. It was really kind of a way to keep me on edge, anxious to be obedient, eager to please.

There was also a duty to self-report and in many ways, we operated on the honor system.

I thought it was unfair at first, but he never hit me too hard with the belt and, of course, I actually LIKED being hand-spanked by him over his knee, since it is just lovely to be hand-spanked, and led to so much touching between us and usually (almost always) led to some sort of intimacy and sex afterward, which was almost always enjoyable, especially when my body was keyed up by my butt (or my tits or between my legs) being nicely reddened by his palm.

But even more, it was really nice to always get a confirmation that he was sexually attracted to me after punishing me, either maintenance or maintenance plus corporal. That was a nice way to take the “sting” karabük escort out of being corrected, trained, punished, strapped, spanked, whipped, etc.

It took a while for me to get the hang of self-reporting — and I liked how he would often give me a pass on this or that demerit saying it was a problem, but he didn’t feel the belt was necessary for that on THIS weekend, etc. We used dried beans and transferred them from the “regular” jar to the “punishment” jar to keep track of how often I’d gone astray during the week. I rolled a dice and rolling a 1 or 2 got me 1 stroke per pinto bean (or demerit), rolling a 3 or 4 got me two and rolling a 5 or 6 got me 3 strokes per dried bean, so there was a bit of randomness there too, in order to reinforce to me that I wasn’t really in control.

He called rolling the dice a 1-D-3 and referenced dungeons and dragons?!?? When I asked him what the hell he was talking about with D3’s and dragons, and he explained it, I told him I thought he was being a total nerd and he responded by immediately transferring two beans to the punishment jar and asking me — with an evil smile- if I had anything more to say to him, which of course shut me up.

As stated before, given his fetish for ball worship, I earned a lot of corporal punishment as he trained me to be a goldilocks ball worshipper. I had to be enthusiastic enough for him to get enjoyment out of it, but not go at his balls so hard that I caused him any pain. It was a hard line to get right — and a very small difference (from what I could tell) from him liking my mouth, teeth, hands and tongue all over his balls to making him wince in discomfort – and I had experienced a lot of belt strokes and cane strokes trying to get expert at worshipping his big, masculine, fuzzy set of juicy, tasty, (and demanding!) balls since I didn’t really understand without a lot of trial and error what was hard enough to feel good without being so hard that it didn’t cause pain.

Anyway, two dried beans one week x 1 stroke for a 1 or 2 Sunday afternoon dice roll would be just two painful and unpleasant straps of his belt. The next week a single bean could mean three strokes if I rolled (or he rolled, if he was rolling) a high number of 5 or 6 and got 3 kisses of the evil drapery-rod-cum-punishment-cane for just a single bad (or less than great) thing I did.

The punishment was usually in the living room, with no tv (except he played porn if he was in the mood for background entertainment), the drapes closed, the lights off. I’d be naked except for my panties and would lay over his lap. He’d warm me up with a hand-spanking that went on as long as he wanted it to. He’d strip off my panties (or leave them on) according to his mood. He’d finger me or not, again depending on his mood. I was allowed to talk about my week or what I’d done wrong, but not object — and we’d often do a lot of talking and have a lot of boyfriend-girlfriend sexual and relationship communication during this weekly maintenance punishment session that could last anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes, sometimes more. In a way, it kept me really IN COMMUNICATION with him. Not matter how busy life was, or whether we were individually happy or irritated with each other, there was always this time to talk things out while I was spanked, before either being subject to or escaping corporal punishment.

If corporal punishment (from the bean-jar) was due in addition to maintenance punishment, that would involve his belt or a drapery rod, something that would leave a mark and would graduate from being something that hurt (a hand-spanking on ass, tits and between my legs), but not too much (and could often be sexy too), to something that would actually be really painful, definitely not enjoyable, exceedingly unpleasant, totally not a turn-on, and would theoretically help me behave to his desires better going forward, since it was always painful in a non-sexy way and I didn’t like it. It was something I had to endure and put up with.

There was a big ottoman in the room, and I’d move to that and get on all fours and he’d stand up and swing his belt or the rod against my ass. Sometimes he put me on my back and used it between my legs or even across my tits, but usually not for the full number of earned strokes (times the dice). And remember, he sometimes gave me a pass on some of my “earned” beans, which I was always VERY GRATEFUL for when he gave me a last-minute reprieve and it made me like him a lot when it happened, and which I really appreciate him for, even though it’s a contradiction for me to write and think about him being “kind” for withholding full corporal punishment when there was a question of whether a man should physically punish his devoted and submissive sex-toy AT ALL!

It was definitely a contradiction for me to think of him as such a nice guy for not always following through on full corporal punishment when in reality I should think he was a bad guy for punishing me in a corporal manner in the first place!

But of course, I knew his interests going into the arrangement….damn the man. So he would say it was my fault that I was in the position of being subject to corporal punishment for screwing up, rather than just talking about it and talking through it like a normal couple would if I did something he didn’t like.

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I dreamt last night that you gave me a reward for all the foot rubs and back & neck massages I have given while you kept me in chastity.

I was on the bed already, wearing only a small metal cock cage as you had instructed me to several weeks ago, your evening routine was for me to make you feel relaxed and loved, foot massages, shoulder rubs, hair brushing and cuddles before we would fall asleep in each other’s arms.

You moved your pillows around to get ready for a foot massage, as you stood next to the bed picking what you wanted to watch on television you held out your foot cream for me to take. “You’ll only touch my feet” you said, not even looking at me, I took the tube and started to get ready for you.

I watched with growing excitement as you reached around your tummy and pulled your top up and off yourself, revealing your gorgeous breasts and large BBW body, the silver key on your necklace glinting in the light.

Then I watched as you hooked a thumb into each side of your pretty knickers and pulled them down and off in one quick motion to leave yourself completely naked.

I admire you standing there, 5’4″ tall, a short blonde bob framing your pretty face and striking blue/grey eyes, you have pale skin and your large breasts hang down and rest on the rolls of fat you carry around your stomach, your belly hangs kastamonu escort down so your neatly trimmed pubic hair is almost hidden and your pussy lips are always kept shaved bare. You carry your weight around your middle, your backside, although soft and flabby, is not too large. Your legs are toned and shapely which you always say is because they have to carry your weight around all day.

I could feel myself starting to get hard inside my cage while I was desperately trying to catch a glimpse between your legs.

You lowered yourself down on your front onto the bed and pushed a foot into my waiting hands, your attention now on the television and the cool and relaxing feel of cream being spread over the sole of your foot.

My attention was equally split between trying to please you with my fingers and the sight of the perfect orbs of your backside, toned legs and a small glimpse of your smooth lips peeking between your thighs. Teasing and tempting and slowly driving me crazy with desire.

After I had finished massaging your right foot I reached across and took hold of the left, you shifted around so it was easier to rub the cream into your heel, but at the same time you moved your legs apart, giving me a clearer sight of your pussy. I was drinking the beautiful view up kayseri escort with my eyes, remembering your instructions that I could only touch your feet, but wanting, wishing, needing to reach my hand out and feel around and inside you.

You took your time teasing me, and I put all my effort into trying to get you to moan as I rubbed and kneaded your feet and heels, wanting to impress you with how nicely I could massage, hopeful that you may ask me to do more.

Instead, you switched off the television and let your legs drop flat onto the bed, I watched as you lifted your bottom slightly upwards and moved your legs further apart. I could now see the wetness between your lips and I watched in delight as your fingers appeared between your legs, slowly rubbing around your lips, moving into a v shape to pull them apart, showing me inside and allowing you to play more.

As I watched you slowly touch and caress your pussy lips I felt my cage tighten more around my cock, loving every second of the show you were giving, almost feeling the pleasure you were giving yourself.

You slowly moved your hips upwards and back, so your knees were tucked under your stomach, your backside pushed out so that my face was only inches from your sweet hole. The smell of your sex filling my head and the kıbrıs escort sight of your fingers slowly working themselves in and out of your pussy the only thing I could or wanted to see.

You stopped your playing and held your hand out straight, fingers almost touching my nose. “Lick my fingers” you almost moaned into the pillow your face was buried into.

I immediately took your fingers into my mouth, loving the taste of you, gently licking. You pulled your fingers away and pushed them deep into yourself again before pulling them slowly out and offering them to me again and again, each time I could see my saliva adding to your wetness and your pussy opening further.

Eventually you began to move your soaked fingers onto and around your hard clit, rubbing and picking up speed, giving me an even closer view inside your wet cunt as you pushed your bottom out further. I could feel the heat radiating from your slippery wet pussy and my cock was pulsing in time to my heartbeat.

You began to moan loudly into your pillow and I watched your pussy orgasm around your fingers, your body twitching as the intense waves of pleasure flowed through you.

You rested for a few moments enjoying the post orgasmic warmth before gently pushing your fingers back inside your swollen pussy, coating them in your thick cream and sticky juices and I eagerly accepted your offer of licking them clean several more times.

Afterwards you stood and moved your pillows back up the bed before climbing under the covers and cuddling up to me, “you can play with my hair for a bit” you instructed me.

“Yes, my gorgeous wife, I’ll do whatever you want me to”.

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He twisted and turned on the bed, feeling himself gradually coming to. The bed was soft and comfortable, and the linen smelled better than what he was used to. He realised where he was. Last night came back to him, and he thought about what had happened. Simultaneously, his hand reached down to adjust himself and he realised he was wearing something there. Right, the cage. Fuck, it was already making him horny. He wanted to get hard, but he couldn’t go beyond where he was now. His cock was pushing out against the cage for want of the morning wood, but the metal bars did a good job of containing him. His cock seemed almost desperate to be free.

He rolled around on the bed. The other side was empty. Had she not slept here? No, that couldn’t be it. The bed was wrinkled. Where was she? That was when he heard a phone beep on his bedside. He rolled back over to look. It wasn’t his phone, but he could read the text on the screen.

“Morning, baby! Wake up. I need you”

Almost immediately, another text arrived.

“Out the bedroom, left, there’s a door at the end of the hallway”

And the phone vibrated again.

“Don’t forget to wash your face and brush your teeth first.”

The full stop at the end of the last message made it seem more stern. Was it on purpose? He figured it didn’t matter. He sat up and got out of the bed. It felt strange. He could feel an extra weight hanging down on his cock, but it was not the extra weight of blood. He was still small, restricted. He wondered how he had gotten into this. But there wasn’t time. She was waiting for him.

He went into the bathroom and sat down on the pod to pee; the cage would have made a mess if he tried standing up. When he was done with everything, he went out of the room and took the left into the corridor. He walked up to the last door and knocked on it. It was probably her home office.

But there was no reply. He could hear some thwacking sounds though. It didn’t sound like an office. He opened the door and the sound grew louder. It was a gym. The sound was coming from the right end of the room.

And there she was. Soaked in sweat.

She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a dark grey sports bra on top. The area between them was bare, and shining with sweat. Sweat dripped down in rivers on her arms and face and abs. Her shoes were black too, with a pink lining running on them. She had a pair of small boxing gloves on – purple with black wrist straps. Her hair was tied up in a neat ponytail. She was working on a heavy-bag.

A punch. Another punch. The bag moved a little with every impact, and her breasts jiggled a little inside her bra with the punches. She took a step back and landed a body kick onto the bag, which made it move a little more. She went for a couple rib shots before landing a one-two on the spot ardahan escort where a face could have been. Stepping back again, in one fluid motion, she turned on her heel, jumped and landed a hard kick into the side of the bag. Landing back on her feet, she smiled as the power of the kick sent the bag swinging lightly.

She was breathing hard. It was near the end of her work out, he could tell. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled deep, and her lips curled into a circle as she exhaled. Sweat was dripping all over her. She turned around and picked up a bottle of water.

That’s when she saw him, standing by the door.

“Morning, sweetheart!” Her voice was sweet as honey. She opened the bottle and took a couple gulps before her lips widened into a smile. The sweat on her body was glistening in the light that came in through the tall windows. He walked to her wondering what she had called him here for. He was not dressed to work out. He was butt naked, the only thing on him being the cage.

She stepped in closer to him, her gloved hand shooting out to caress his caged cock, and her lips captured his. She sucked on them softly, but then pressed her other glove into his back, pulling him into her. She gave him a sloppy kiss all over his mouth. Her sweaty bra pressed against his chest. Her face rubbed against his. He could even taste some of her sweat through the kiss. She let go of him almost not wanting to. She took his lower lip between her teeth, and pulled on it as she stepped back, letting it go eventually. Her eyes were on him all the time. The glove on his crotch was the last thing to slide off him.

She undid the velcro of her gloves and took them off. She tossed them aside. Her hand reached out again to fondle his balls.

“Did you sleep well?” She said, massaging his balls, her eyes looking into his.

“Yes, I did… And you?”

She started rubbing him a little harder and smiled.

“Like a baby!” She replied, easing up and letting go of his balls.

Her fingers glided on his body, up from his crotch, slowly tracing his body, running along his torso before slipping around and grabbing a lock of his hair.

“Won’t you wish me good morning?”

She guided him down to his knees, and then pulled his face into her crotch. She loved how his face felt on her. She felt so powerful. Grabbing more of his hair, she rubbed him around on herself. He could smell the stink of her pussy, and the smell of her sweat as the semi-wet fabric rubbed on his face. But that’s what she wanted. She wanted him to get used to her smells. She wanted him to fall in love with her stink. After grinding him there for a bit, she pulled him out and leaned down.

“Good morning to you too, babe!” She kissed his lips again, not caring where they’d just adıyaman escort been.

“Come with me. We need to talk!” She said, her hand sliding from his hair to his cheek and then off him.

She began walking toward the door, and all he could do was get on his fours and follow.

“You can walk normally.” She didn’t stop or turn.

He got back to his feet and walked faster after her, following her into the room. When he entered, she sat at the foot of the bed, taking her shoes off. She continued, removing her socks off her feet before standing back up and looking at him. Sliding her leggings off, she began to speak.

“I have to rush into work. There is a meeting, and it cannot go badly. So I’ll have to make this quick.”

Her leggings came off and she tossed them over to him. In a reflex, he held his hands out. The leggings landed right on his palms. She went on to take off her bra. A second later, it landed on top of the leggings.

“I have asked the house staff to stop coming in from today. I can’t have them finding the things they’d find, now that you’re here..”

She went for her thong. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she took the underwear down to her ankles before stepping out of it. A second later, the thong landed onto the pile on his hands, hanging off the edge of the bra.

“I am trying to build a reputation, Jay..”

She stepped in closer, folding her clothes into a neater mess in his hands.

“And you should keep that in mind too. One word of this to anyone outside…”

Her hands grazed up his body.

“… a hint of damage to my name because of you…”

She leaned in closer to his face. Her hands snaked up to his shoulders. He leaned in to kiss her back.

But she didn’t kiss him. Her knee jammed up into his balls.

“Aghh!!”

He buckled from the hit. The clothes fell from his hands onto the carpet. He grabbed his balls and stumbled back, but she was quick to grab him. Her hands caught his waist and held him close. His face buried into her shoulder as he bent over from the pain.

She smiled at how fun this was. He was completely at her mercy. Her toy.

She had calculated her hit though. It was hard enough to cause pain, but not so bad that he would suffer for too long.

“… and I won’t be so kind as this time.” She finished her sentence, smiling as he leaned back up before her.

“Sorry honey, but I need you to know that I am serious. If I am willing to do this to warn you, you can only imagine what I would do to you if you really pissed me off..” Her voice was sweet as ever.

She reached out with a hand and rubbed his balls again. Her other hand moved up to caress his cheek. How cute was he? Her toy.

“Where was I?… Yes, the house staff. Now, karabük escort since they’re gone, their responsibilities fall onto you.”

He looked back at her.

“Don’t worry. You’re not my house help, and you’re not my servant or slave. I’m not that kind of a.. person.”

She pecked him on the lips and leaned back out, eyes on him all the time. Her hand kept massaging his balls.

“But I think you’ll need to make it work until I figure out how to keep the eyes away.. Like I said, I have a name to build…

“… and I’m sure you wouldn’t want the world to know what goes on in here either… would you?” She looked right into his eyes, a smile forming on her lips. It was as if she was telling him what was going to happen to him. What she would do to him.

He got the message, she knew. It made her smile wider. He was so vulnerable, with his balls in her hand. She literally had him by the balls; it was funny. The thought of the things she could do to him right now, the thought of the things she would definitely do to him later… It made her wet again.

She squeezed his balls in her hand, power as if coursing through her body. She was still looking straight at him. Into his eyes. She could see him holding back a whimper as she squeezed him more.

“God, you make me so wet! Now you’ll have to finish me off before I head out!”

The hand on his balls slid out and grabbed the cage. The wetness from her cunt was beginning to drip down to her thigh. She turned around and began walking, pulling him behind her. Once they were under the shower, she pulled his head down between her legs, and crouched down before him.

“First, lick me…” She slid her tongue out and licked his chin, sliding her tongue up over his lips and grazing the tip of his nose.

“… and then go in…” She went in for a kiss, shooting her tongue into his mouth and roaming all over inside him.

She pulled herself out from his lips and looked at him with lust.

“… and don’t stop until you hear me cum!” She stood up and leaned back against a wall, pulling his face into herself. He licked her just as she had instructed him, and then he was into her. Lost in pleasure, she gasped immediately.

She ground his face on herself for the better part of the next ten minutes. Making him move in her as she pleased. Directing him this way and that. Guiding him to explore her wasn’t hard at all. It was like she knew exactly how to work him. Like he was made for it.

Her moans grew louder as the minutes passed.

“Yeahh…”

“… That’s it… “

“… Aww… Yeeessss…”

And then she didn’t know where she was. Her mind had left her body. It was floating somewhere as she soaked in her own pleasure.

A few seconds later, she realised where she was, and looked down at the boy she had just used. Her hand was firmly holding a lock of his hair, pressing him into her. Pulling him out, she crouched down again and licked his lips gently.

“Good boy!”

Letting go of him, she stood back up.

“I’m getting late, you can shower after me. Okay?” Her voice was sweet. As was her smile.

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I was in for quite a long day, but settled on slipping a black lacy thong on. I would be seeing my man later and wanted to give him a full day of pussy. He loves to smell my panties and the longer I wear them, the better.

There was no question he would send me something erotic at some point that day. Porn, a fantasy, a picture of his cock. Something would come my way that would get me going, making those panties wet and full of my scent.

My team just started heading back to the office a couple of times a month and today was one of my days to go in. There is this really delicious twenty something that gets me going. I find I dress a little extra when I know he’s going to be there. He’s got great eyes, strong build, and has a real sexual energy about him. My man always encourages me to make a move. He wants to watch this young buck bend me over a desk, gripping my throat, with my skirt up around my waist and panties pulled to the side. The office space is open concept, which adds a really fucking hot element to the whole idea of it.

I’m all aroused thinking of this fantasy, rushing around to get dressed and gather my things for my rendezvous later on. I decide on a short black and white tweed skirt, with a black ribbed three quarter sleeved top. The skirt is just long enough to be “office appropriate” and the top hugs me right. The square neck plus the black lace bra I’m wearing sets off my tits nicely. I doll up my hair and face, add a gold watch and hoops, and a pair of black heels. I take a peek in the mirror, reaching my hand up my skirt. My panties are already a little damp. Perfect.

Once I get to the office, I pick a workstation close to the window, kind of tucked away so I can get a little privacy. Working in an open setting is great, but it can be a little distracting when you’re used to working in your own space. I spot my little work crush, if you want to call him that. I just want to fuck him, nothing else. He’s looking so good in a light pink dress shirt and grey slacks. Kid’s got style and thoughts of running my hands up that shirt while I unzip his pants and get on my knees flash before my eyes. I want to gag on his cock, coating it in my spit, taking it all the way down my throat.

I message my man and tell him he’s got a real wet pussy to look forward to, detailing a bit of my fantasy that I’m working through. Then I get on with my workday. I want to bang out my reports and get immersed in my tasks so that the day flies. I need him to play with me and distracting myself with work will make it feel like it’s going to happen a hell of a lot quicker.

A little while later I check my phone and see he’s replied with a couple of office themed porn vids, one is a gangbang and another is just a boss and employee scenario that turns into a threesome with another female assistant. Both women are wearing glasses, very similar to the style I wear. I put my phone on mute, start the gangbang vid and drop it in my lap. This way I can keep working and take glances here and there.

Being sneaky like this really turns me on, and before I know it, I’m dying for a break. Between my legs is throbbing and I keep squeezing my thighs together. I want to rub and tease myself to the point of cumming, so I decide I need to walk it off a bit. It’s a beautiful day and looking a little sunkissed later on will make me feel sexy.

I grab lunch and head down to my favourite park. There are plenty of spots to sit, and the people watching is where it’s at during lunch. I’m lucky enough to snag my usual bench and settle in. Today we’ve got some men perched up for a day of drinking, a middle aged female bootcamp, and a man and a woman trying to keep it casual. They’re having a hard time keeping their hands off of one another. She’s wearing a skirt and the idea of him sliding his hand up and giving her an ever so slight brush with his fingertips gets me going.

Once I finish eating, I still have a little time before I need to head back to the office, so I decide to snap a photo or two. My skirt is short enough while I sit and I’ll be able to adjust the hem ever so slightly to show off my panties. I cross my right leg over my left, pull at my skirt and lean back a bit into the bench. I take a pic of my right hand resting on my thick thighs with a small black lace triangle visible between them. I wish the glisten of my pussy would pick up on the camera.

I go to our messages, but before I send this, I decide to take one more. He’s going to ask for one with my legs spread, I just know it. He will be loving the idea of someone either seeing up my skirt or witnessing me take the pic for him.

I uncross my legs and spread them every so slightly apart. Enough that anyone looking over is going to get a bit of an eyeful. But not enough that I look like I’m sprawling all over the park bench. I may be a slut, but I like to be somewhat discrete. I angle the phone between my knees and click click!

First one sent. I close my eyes üsküdar escort and take in some rays while I wait for a reply. It doesn’t take long. He gives the image a heart reaction and I can see him typing … and up pops the message asking for one with my legs spread. I don’t make him wait, sending it off immediately. He goes wild via text, telling me what a good slut I am and how he cannot wait to put his face between my legs, pulling the lace to the side and giving my clit a real wet kiss. We chit chat a little more while I head back to work.

The rest of my afternoon is pretty low-key. My office heartthrob left for the day and I’m just looking to wrap this stuff up so I can be that much closer to getting plowed. I set a timer so I know I have a screen break coming and get to work finishing up the reports and sending off a few emails.

My alarm dings just as I finish up, I turn it off and spin my chair to face the window. We have the fourth floor of a building on a very busy corner, and I like to watch the hustle bustle below. For the most part, people are head’s down, on their phones, weaving around the sidewalk. But every so often, someone glances up. This gives me a naughty idea.

I scooch forward on the chair slightly and let my skirt ride up as I do, spreading my legs just slightly. Once I am confident my panties are visible, I sit and wait, watching the people down below. I look down and can see some dampness. Being so inappropriate in the workplace has me very hot and bothered. I grab my phone and take a video, first spanning the windowscape and all the people walking by, then I position it to show my bare legs and nearly all of my lace covered pussy. I ever so slightly run my fingertip up my thigh and pull at the edge of my panties, end the video and then hit send.

Just then, I cannot believe my luck! From across the street, a man looks up. He sees me and stops dead in his tracks. We lock eyes and he mouths “wow”. He’s a fucking stunner and is giving me a good stare down. I can feel my face and chest flush, and my legs are getting wet because I’ve just had a gush of juices from being so turned on. My hand is drawing small circles on my thigh and he puts his hand in his pocket, clearly to adjust himself. The eye contact is intense and really revving me up, and he’s so tuned out of what is happening around him that he nearly gets taken down by a bike courier. This interrupts the moment, he gives me a nod and a smile before he continues on his journey. I watch him as he walks away, taking in his physique and the confidence in his stride. He turns around just once and smiles when he sees I am still sitting in the same position, watching him.

I text my guy and tell him he will never believe what just happened! He will be so turned on while I suck him hard and slow and recount the events. I decide it’s time to pack up my day, so I pull my skirt down, grab my things and say goodbye to my team.

I go into the ladies, pop into the stall and begin digging around in my bag. I really should have organized myself better but I was keen to get out of that office. Between chargers, my laptop, notepads, pens, my fingers finally land on the small silky black bag I am searching for. I grip onto it, lift my skirt and pull my panties down to my thighs. In the little bag, there’s a bottle of lube that I pull out and drizzle all over my fingers. I rub my fingers together for a few seconds and then bend over and spread my legs as far as my panties will allow. With my other hand I pull at my ass and slip my lubed up fingers all along the sweet crevice between my cheeks, focusing specifically on my asshole. Once I feel I’m really slippery, I grab my anal plug and lube it up, too. Hinging at my hips, I bend over and tease the plug along my ass crack, circling my hole and slowly push it in. I adore the moment of penetration: my pussy getting that first stretch and gripping a cock, my ass giving in.

My car isn’t a long walk, but I take my time. I love the feeling of my plug moving ever so slightly inside me. I can feel my asshole loosening up a little and my pussy getting wetter. My man is going to go absolutely wild when he gets his nose on them.

Before long, I’m in my car and en route for my cum filled evening. While stopped at a traffic light, I begin undoing my bra so that I can release my tits while I drive. He loves it when I’m braless, confident, with my sensitive nipples peeping through my top. I hope someone sees what I’m doing and gets turned on but I keep my eyes on the road. I slip my finger on my tits for a couple of rubs, while grinding my ass against my seat to push at my plug.

I arrive in no time, grab my things and walk in. He comes out of the bedroom, completely naked, slowly stroking his cock. I see his laptop propped up and he’s got the office assistant porn he sent me earlier going. I put my things down, walk over to him and kiss him deeply. I replace gaziemir escort his hand with mine and start trailing my nails up and down his shaft. He closes his eyes and I nuzzle on his neck ever so slightly. I feel his fingers gripping at my waist, then he moves his hands up over my nipples to my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees.

Now I’ve got a thick, rock hard dick in my face. I take it in my hand and ever so slightly rub the tip along my lips. He takes it out of my hands and starts putting it all over my face: trailing along my cheeks, the bridge of my nose, on my glasses. I love it when he takes control and uses me how he pleases.

This continues until he knows I’m dying for it in my mouth. My eyes are pleading, so he tells me to open it and slowly forces himself down my throat. I want to start sucking but his hand is gripping the back of my head and I know this is how he wants it for now.

To my surprise, after a few moments of this, he tells me to get up and leads me over to the coffee table. I thought I would have been sucking him off for a good while but here I am, with my palms resting on the table, anticipating the next move. He pulls my skirt up so I am exposed and tells me to stay just like this and leaves the room. It feels like a fucking eternity! I can hear him moving around and it feels like he’s just maybe watching me, but I wait like the good girl that I am.

When he returns, he gets on his knees and starts kissing up my right calf, nuzzles in behind my knee and continues up the back of my thigh. He alternates between kisses, slight licks and bites and when he gets to that sweet spot where my ass and legs meet, I get weak in the knees. This reaction was so obvious that he grips my ass with both hands to hold me up. He continues along my ass and hovers over my pussy, breathing hot and heavy for a few breaths but then moves long to my left ass cheek and makes his way back down.

At this moment, I remember that I have the plug in my ass! I can’t believe he hasn’t noticed! The thong must be placed perfectly, I want to tell him so badly but we’ve made it this far and the anticipation is driving me wild.

He’s running his fingers up and down the back of my thighs as he kisses and nibbles his way back and forth between them. Slowly, he begins inching his fingertips closer to my ass, stroking my skin lightly. Once he reaches my cheeks, he pushes my skirt up to my hips and grabs one in each hand and pulls them apart. While he does this, he brings his face in closer and inhales my pussy. He uses his left hand to start caressing the edge of my thong, gently slipping his finger just slightly underneath. I want to grind into him with all my being, but I know better, I’ll let him tease me.

He’s started kissing my pussy through the lace, telling me how incredible I smell and asks me to detail what happened in the window earlier. As I begin to recount the events, he slips his tongue just under my panties and finally tugs at my thong to pull it to the side.

“Oh you fucking little slut!” He’s seen the plug! This really gets him going, and my pussy is being lapped at with intensity while he pushes at the plug with his index and middle finger. I’m losing myself in the sex fog but he brings me back and tells me to keep telling him about the man at the window. I feel him stand up and slip these fingers into the intense wetness between my legs, which makes me gasp and feel like I’ve lost all words. I know he’ll stop if I stop talking so I struggle through.

Fingering me perfectly, he’s teasing my g spot while also stretching me out just right. Probing me, pulling his fingers out and teasing my clit and then going back deep inside. I can feel a very strong orgasm building inside while he taps his rock hard cock against my ass. It bounces just right, which turns him on even more. He reaches around and grabs my throat with just enough force to pull my head back slightly so my back is arched.

I think about how hot it would be to be watching us and wish there was a mirror nearby. Him, totally naked, his cock wet with pre-cum. Me, bent over the coffee table, still fully dressed aside from my skirt. Envisioning this, while also experiencing it, almost sets me over the edge. My breathing is getting heavy but I manage to ask his permission to cum. He acts like he doesn’t hear me and makes me say it at least two or three more times before he says yes.

Thank god he did in that moment because I could not hold off any longer. In this position, with those fingers, I feel like the cum is shooting out of me. I can’t stop moaning, my hips are bucking. I had a lot of build up throughout the day and it feels amazing to have a release. It’s oozing down my legs and I’d put money on the fact that some of my cum sprayed on his naked thighs

He slows his fingering pace as I’m quietening down and gently pulls out of me, rearranging the lace to cover sancaktepe escort my holes. My knees are weak but I need more. I always want more.

Looking over my shoulder, I can see he’s already on the couch, with his cock in his hand, watching me with a smirk on his face. At this point in the day, I’ve had enough of wearing clothes. I pull my skirt down over my hips, reach around back and undo the zipper, wiggling it off of my body. With hips and an ass like mine, most clothes don’t just drop to the floor. Next I take my top off and once the air hits my nipples, they are rock hard. Wearing only my black thong and tits looking amazing, I feel so incredibly sexy. Before I do anything else, I pull my hair back and tie it up in a high ponytail.

I walk to the couch and stand in front of him, bringing my right foot and placing it on the couch beside his left thigh. Running my hands over my body, paying close attention to my tits and slowly making my way to my panties. Grabbing the waist band with both hands, I wedge them between my lips, so that the lace can really sop up all the juice. I pull at them for a few moments, never taking my eyes off of his. I’m huge on eye contact and he loves it. “Mmmm you dirty whore” comes out of his mouth and he nods in approval.

At this point, I am beyond ready to take his cock in my mouth and suck him until he can’t take it anymore. I place my right foot back down on the floor and turn around, hinging at my hips and peeling my panties off. Bending all the way to the floor, I wiggle my ass a little and spread my legs. He’s getting a full view of my pussy glistening and swollen from all the attention he gave her and the plug still in my asshole. He pulls a little at the base of the plug and then pushes it in, doing this a few times while stroking my slit with his other finger.

We’re going to get carried away if he continues, so I pick the panties up and hand them to him. I want to put them to my nose so badly, but I offer them to my man first. He’s been so patient and I want to be his good girl.

He balls them up in his fist and as I drop to my knees. He brings the lace to his nose, deeply inhaling. I can see his cock twitch and I gently lick from the base of his shaft to the very tip. I do this a few times while he’s lost in my scent and then I take the full length of him in my mouth. The tip touches the very back of my throat and he holds my head down. This drives me crazy and he knows it. When he releases me, I gasp for air, saliva stringing from my mouth and coating him. I immediately bob down for more, hungrily slurping him up and taking his balls into my mouth.

While he’s completely drenched in spit, I gently run my nails along his sack while I suck him hard. Hearing his moans and the sounds of him smelling my panties is almost more than I can bear. I feel myself leaking onto my thighs and I want to slide him inside of me so badly. But I keep worshipping him with my tongue, watching him intently.

Taking my time with him, I slow down to alternating licks and caresses with my nails. I ask him if he’ll please let me see how good the lace smells and he eagerly puts it to my nose. I take it in while I suck and fondle. This combination is unbelievable. I think of the mirror again and how much he’d enjoy watching me at this moment.

I know how much he loves wrapping used panties around himself and stroking with them, so I gently take them out of his hand and weave them around his hard on. Now my panties are in a bunch, but in such a fun way! I slide them up and down his shaft for a few beats before I lower my mouth and tongue the head forcefully. I then slide him all the way in my mouth and now I can smell the crotch of my panties at the same time.

Digging the nails of my left hand into his thighs, I’m jerking him off with my right, sucking him and sniffing myself. It’s all so very hot and we’ve had a massive amount of build up to this moment. I can feel his cock and balls start to seize up and I know what’s about to happen any second.

Just when I think I can get a few more moments in, he grabs my ponytail and yanks my head up and jumps to his feet. Pulling my head back, he grabs his cock and I beg him for his cum. I plead, saying I’ve been such a good girl waiting all day and I need it. On my face, my glasses, in my mouth, dripping down my chin. I’m running my nails on his thighs as he’s holding my head back and he begins spraying all over me. His legs are shaking and his hips are bucking. I hold what I can in my mouth, resisting the urge to swallow, moving it around with my tongue and keeping his gaze.

The eye contact plus the cum all over me gets him good and he shoots another massive load onto my chin. It immediately starts dripping and I take one hand and rub and tweak my nipple with his fresh jizz. He’s still holding my ponytail, smiling down at me. I swallow and then lick him off of my fingers.

Completely spent, he sits back down on the couch and I plop on the floor and lean my back against it. He looks over and smiles at me. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, covered in cum and think about the beating my glasses take from all of our sex play.

He rests his hand on my head and says “fuck, you’re such a good slut”. I smile to myself and know we’ve got another round or two on the agenda tonight.

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Author Note: Everyone in this story is over 18 and enjoys SPH.

Mike has always had a temper, but even the bumper-to-bumper traffic couldn’t get him down today. He was headed on a much-needed vacation with Amber, a 21-year-old undergraduate with the body of a toned volleyball player and the attitude of a roller derby skater.

The two were headed to a remote cabin for a weekend of hiking, romance, and sexcapades — and the best part was that the cabin belonged to Ryan, an old college friend/rival who was a bit of a legend around campus.

Michael couldn’t wait to show off Amber, knowing the hot, thin blonde was Ryan’s exact type. This was known from vast amounts of personal experience, watching Ry casually fuck his way through half of their graduating class.

—

A few years ago, the two shared a dorm-style suite. Nearly every night, Michael would hear some new co-ed moaning like a dog in heat, despite the fact that their rooms were separated by a large bathroom and the walls were made of those giant bricks you only find in dormitories and penitentiaries.

Some nights, Mike would even sneak into the bathroom for a better listen and to quietly jerk off his little four-inch dick. Eventually, he stopped. It wasn’t because he was scared of getting caught; he just couldn’t handle one more of his crushes gushing over how hung Ryan was.

The last time he tried, it involved his dream girl…well, his and every other straight guy on campus. Perfect lips, perfect hair, perfect tits, perfect everything. She knew it, too. That, along with their more-than-occasional pension for cruelness, was something she and Ryan shared.

Mike knew the two were going on their first date and rushed to the bathroom as soon as he heard a commotion in the hall. In seconds, Michael heard a near-scream. This wasn’t unusual. Mike learned, like most of the campus, that Ryan’s dick was excessively large.

Ryan must have pulled out instantly because the next thing Michael heard was the co-ed begging him not to stop. She sounded so desperate that Mike was floored. He had never heard desperation like that, realizing that must be what he sounded like to the women he begged to stay after they saw his little dick.

“Are you sure,” Ryan asked. There was unmistakable concern in his voice. Sympathetically, he added, “This happens a lot. It’s okay, I’ll just eat you out.”

Before he could finish the sentence, she interrupted, almost shouting “No.” Then, a bit softer but just as demanding: I want you to fuck my brains out.”

It was clear she meant it, and he didn’t object. The rattling of the cheap dorm bed was almost entirely muffled by the unceasing whimpers of the university’s hottest undergrad. Mike’s little dick deflated as quickly as his ego, and he went back to his room to fantasize about what it would be like to have a real cock, while he listed to the two of them fuck until morning.

—–

But that was a long time ago, and this weekend is going to be different. In fact, Ryan might even hear some whimpering of his own.

“Oh shit!” Amber yelled so loudly Mike nearly wrecked. “I forgot my birth control.”

“WTF, Amber” Mike screamed, gripping the steering wheel of the car so tightly his knuckles turned white.

For most people, this wouldn’t be an issue. They could use the pull-out method…or grab a condom…or settle for a blowjob. Unfortunately göztepe escort for Mike, these options weren’t available.

He always struggled with premature ejaculation, and it didn’t get better with age or practice — not that he had much of the latter. Sometimes he felt like it actually got worse.

Secondly, there was no way he could find small enough condoms in this tiny mountain town.

The “snug fit” versions he wore had to be ordered from the internet and he doubted Amazon offered drone delivery at 1800 ft above sea level.

Making matters worse, Amber hated giving head. In the three months they’d been together, she hadn’t even tried. This, too, added to his sense of anger and pouty behavior.

“You need to fucking calm down,” she said sternly. “Besides, I’m sure we can figure something out if you’re a good boy.”

“I’m sorry…”

Amber cut him off with her laughter, adding “Well, at least we can agree on that.”

As they pulled into Ryan’s driveway, Michael couldn’t help but notice how much larger it was from their tiny parcel back home. Jesus, he thought, even Ryan’s property is twice the size of mine. But before Mike could punch in the gate code, a deep & familiar-sounding voice echoed from the intercom.

“Hey Mikey. Sorry man, there’s been a change of plans. I need you to drive down to my house first. It’s the big one at the end of the cabins. Sorry, lil man, there have been a few changes. I’ll catch you up when you get here.”

The gate buzzed, leaving Michael no time to respond or argue. It had already been settled.

He didn’t really mind swinging by Ryan’s place first. But, he was hoping to swing by the cabin and change first. The gray sweatpants he wore to be comfortable on the ride up were now having the opposite effect. And did Ryan call him a little man?

Either way, Amber didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy fixing her hair in the mirror and applying a deeper shade of lipstick than he had ever seen her wear.

_______

As Mike and Amber stepped out of the car, Ryan greeted them with a look that was more smirk than a smile. “Well, if it isn’t my two favorite lovebirds!” Despite never having met her, Ryan embraced Amber first…and tightly…and for quite longer than Mike or she ever expected.

Ryan relished the way her body curved against his larger, muscular frame. After a few moments, he released her, but Amber’s hand lingered on the small of her back for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he turned his attention to his old roommate.

“Aww, look at little Mikey,” he said, ruffling Mike’s hair like a proud older brother. “You’ve grown a whole inch since I last saw you!” Michael’s squirming made Ryan laugh, and it didn’t take long before Mike’s face turned the same bright red it stayed during most of college.

Mike lowered his eyes and turned his attention to the ground. This didn’t stop his girlfriend from letting out a laugh. “Babe, you didn’t tell me other people called you Little Mikey, too. That’s cute.”

“They don’t!” Mike protested.

“No, she’s right, Mikey. That is cute — and so is that”, Ryan said while ogling Amber’s rather splendid assets. Instead of reacting with anger, she blushed. “OMG. You’re so bad. Mikey, you didn’t tell me your friend was so naughty.”

Wanting to change the subject quickly, çorlu escort Mike thought complimenting Ryan might work, “You’re looking fucking good, dude. You’ve really put on some muscle.”

Smirking and flexing his biceps teasingly, he replied “Oh, you know, just gifted with superior genes. But I guess you’re more of a sweatpants kinda guy, huh? Brave choice,” he chuckled. “Glad you two made it up in one piece, but I have a bit of bad news…turns out the cabin was double booked”.

“What the fuck, dude, we drove 5 hours to…”, Mike began ranting before Ryan cut him off.

“Chill, little man, your bro has you covered. You and your lady can crash with me for one night. The cabin opens up tomorrow and I’ll even let you check in early. Scouts honor.”

The cunt actually was an Eagle Scout, Mike thought, before responding with a beaten “sure.”

“What’s that,” Ryan asked.

“Thanks, man, I appreciate it,” Mike said louder while forcing a smile.

“Great, now grab all your stuff while Amber and I get to know each other better inside — and be careful, I don’t want you to pull any of your little muscles. Especially that one,” Ryan smiled while pointing at Mike’s little nub.

_____________

As Mikey was finishing unloading the car, he heard uproarious laughter come from both Ryan and Amber. “What are you two chuckling about,” Mike asked.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up! Took you long enough, shrimp dick,” Ryan barked. Amber did her best to stop laughing, but Ryan’s laughter grew even louder. “Oh, just a little technical snafu,” Amber managed.

“Little, being the keyword,” Ryan said as the two burst into laughter. Amber jumped in a little too late. “I asked Ryan to take a photo of me for my Insta and one of the…um…personal pictures you sent popped up,” she revealed.

Laughter again filled the room and Mikey turned the deepest shade of red either of them have ever seen.

“I’d say ‘popped up’ is pretty generous for such a little thing. Mikey, I always guessed you were small, but I had no idea it was soooooo tiny. Dude, how many inches are you, like 3 or so? Awe, I’m just kidding man. Come on, it’s getting late. Let me show you upstairs.”

At the end of the stairs, Ryan opened the door to the guest room with an arrogant smirk. It was the smallest bed Mike had ever seen.

“Well, well, well, looks like we have some accommodations to sort out,” Ryan says, patting Mike on the back. “I tell you what, shrimp dick, you can have this room all to yourself while Amber and I make ourselves comfortable in my room. You’re the only one small enough to fit on the bed”

Ryan walks over to the other room, gesturing towards a tattered old dog bed lying on the ground. “Or, if you feel threatened, you can always take the dog bed in my room. It’s bigger than the twin size. I was going to throw it out, but you can carry it downstairs tomorrow when you go to do your chores,” Ryan explained cooly.

“I mean it’s just for one night,” Amber began. She was cut off by Mikey, who knew there was no arguing with Ryan when he got like this. “There’s no way I’m letting you two sleep in the same room without me. I’ll stay on the fucking dog bed,” Mikey relented.

“Good boy,” Ryan said, chuckling to himself at the thought of Little Mikey sleeping on the dirty old mattress, ümraniye escort while he and Amber enjoyed each other’s warmth.

As Mikey tried getting comfortable on the old dog bed, Ryan began undressing, and Mike was legitimately shocked at the bulge in Ryan’s shorts. It was easily 5 inches soft, an entire inch larger than Mikey’s fully engorged length. When Amber noticed, her mouth dropped.

“What’s wrong with you two, haven’t you seen a real cock before,” Ryan asked, first to Amber then locking eyes with Mike.

“I tell ya what. I’m going to do you both a favor. Amber, I’m going to let you experience what it’s like to feel a real cock, and Mikey I’m going to let you listen…but you’re not allowed to watch because of the LITTLE attitude you’ve been giving the both of us today.”

“Amber,” Mike began to protest but he was stopped in his tracks.

“Actually, I think this is for the best Mikey. It might teach you to respect me, and we both know you’ve been paying cam models to jerk off, too. That’s money we could’ve used to get a better place. But all you ever think about is yourself. Frankly, you’re lucky it’ll just be for one night. Anyone else would have left you by now. Do you understand me?” she asked firmly.

Something about the situation, and seeing Ryan’s big cock start to stiffen, got him excited as well. Both Amber and Ryan noticed. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Ryan said, pointing to MIkey’s throbbing little dicklette. “Now take off your clothes and go lay down.”

Ryan watched with glee as Mikey struggled to get comfortable on the dog bed. Within seconds, Amber was blowing his massive cock, at least that’s what it sounded like to Mike, but he couldn’t be sure. Amber had never blown him.

“Careful. You’re trying to take too much at once,” Ryan advised her. “We have plenty of time.”

After what seemed like hours, the moaning and whimpering came to an end. Even Ryan was shocked to learn that the two towels he laid down hadn’t been enough. The bed sheets were soaked.

“Shrimp dick, I almost forgot your pillow,” he said. Ryan chuckled to himself as he throws the wet towels at Little Mikey, relishing in his discomfort. He notices his friend reaching for the soaked sheets, but stops him abruptly.

“Not so fast, Lil’ Mikey,” Ryan grins. “We need to clean this up properly, and definitely not with that linen.”

As Mike carefully cleaned every ounce of cum from Ryan’s massive cock, he turned his attention to Amber. Mike couldn’t help but notice how much different Amber’s pussy felt. It was stretched so far he didn’t know if he could ever feel her again. Ryan sensed that.

“You’re doing a good job there, Lil’ Mikey,” Ryan says in a condescending tone. “Maybe next time you’ll be able to handle a real pussy, but let’s be honest – you’re just not built for this kind of thing.”

He watched as Little Mikey flushed red with embarrassment, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It’s always gratifying to put him in his place. Ryan licked his lips as he remembers the feeling of stretching Amber’s pussy to the limit, relishing his power.

As soon as Mikey finished cleaning Amber, Ryan said sternly, “It’s already past your bedtime Mikey. With a four-inch dick, you should be in bed way earlier than this. Besides, you have chores to do tomorrow. But if you do a really good job, I might let you participate more next time.”

Ryan watched with a smile as Mikey folded the damp towels into makeshift pillows and noticed that Amber was already hard and fast asleep from the romp, with an unmistakable look of elation on her face.

As Mikey laid back down, he couldn’t help but realize his wish had come true. Ryan did hear Amber’s whimpering.

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“Now look at me… Look at me baby, and tell me you need Mummy to deny you. Tell Mummy, beg Mummy to put that cage back on, and you better use your girl voice when you do it, and to never ever EVER let you out again!”

…

It’s funny how things work out in life. One tries one’s hardest to be a scientist in school, and instead becomes an actor. One has plans of hiking through Scotland through the winter with a party of 9, and instead 2 of you head off into an adventure way out of your depth and abandon said escapade after only 2 days as a result of storms, with nothing to show for it but an empty bank account and a sleeping bag covered in mashed banana…

One decides to go to the gym 5 times a week and get big, and invariably ends up completely smooth, dressed in a corset with fishnets clinging to your thighs, sitting, no, bouncing only inches from the face of your girlfriend on a 8 inch black hog of a dildo, being told that she loves you and wants you to throw away your jeans and high tops in exchange for garter belts and high heels…

I’m almost completely certain that these are all universal experiences.

Anyway, let’s continue with a coherent story shall we?

…

Winter,

England,

Or maybe Kansas,

Or mayb-

Listen, its rather difficult to do one of these introductions when your target audience is a worldwide group, a friog if you will, of no distinct demographic, most likely grasping their either tiny ‘clitties’, or their drooping teardrop-shaped boobs, or their furry buttplug, or their BBC, or even their cigarette on a break whilst indeed working for the BBC.

Surely the idea is to place this story in your own fantasy so that you may rub or pinch or bounce merrily along into exuberant orgasmic bliss and feel that small erotic shame that we all feel after engaging in naughty behaviour, so maybe its best to leave markers like places and cultural differences, you know, the flavour-rich details that storytelling relies on for richness and depth and success, out of this particular text… And skip straight to the content which elicits an erection or flushed cheeks from both reader bahçelievler escort and writer alike…

…

Winter,

In a place,

At a time…

It’s a bitterly cold (probably no need to actually mention this, it is in fact winter as I just stated not 5-20 seconds ago depending on the speed of reading), and Savannah is making some salmon.

Salmon in the winter?

What kind of-

…

Savannah’s cage clicks shut and her eyes focus intently on the key, which is being slowly moved further and further from certainty and release, and is now in the hands of…

“Mummy”

“Shhh little slut, and pay attention to what I am going to say to you.” She steps closer, her thigh pressing up against the chastity cage, and lightly holds Savannah’s waist. She pulls Savannah close and with just enough force to manifest a small gasp from Savannah’s lipstick covered lips, and whispers in her ear.

“I know sluts just absolutely need to know when they’ll be released, where the keys are and who has them. And normally they would be told, but I’m afraid Savannah needs to learn to welcome the uncertain…”

A black blindfold appears in her hands.

“No Mu-“

Before the word can even make its full presence known, a harsh and commanding slap connects to Savannah’s balls, already swelling and turning slightly violet from the strain of the cock rings.

“Good sluts remain quiet Savannah, how many times do I have to tell you!? Now stand up, ass out and feet turned inwards like a good fucking girl and don’t you even think about speaking.”

The satin blindfold has a welcoming and comfortable feel to it, but whats uncomfortable is the invisible. The unseen.

“Now, Mummy’s going to take this key and put it somewhere her slut will never find it. And if I so much as see you trying to find it, I will not hesitate in melting this fucking key and gluing the padlock. Do you understand?”

“…”

Again, she steps closer, pinning her leggings against the cage, and whispers, but this time Savannah can hear her smirk, her teasing bağcılar escort smile…

“I said, does wittle Savannah understand what Mummy said?”

A nod from savannah, who is now breathing quicker and with horny desperation.

“If Mummy so much as feels like her slutty little girl” her nails squeeze Savannah’s ass softly “is trying to find the key, then someone’s clitty is never ever going to be free, and maybe someone’s clitty should never ever be covered again… maybe, just maybe, an appropriate punishment for little sluts should be to always have their cage on display, uncovered by sissy’s favourite skirts and panties. Maybe sissy should always walk through the streets with crotchless catsuits on, or only wearing heels and stockings…”

An idea,

“Or maybe…” Her voice falls into a seductive moan, even less than a whisper, and she cups Savannah’s little swollen balls, “Maybe sissy should be walking around with her clitty always uncovered regardless, maybe we should start this right this second. Would Savannah like that?”

Savannah at this point is panting and bucking her hips with her head tilted back, unable to speak.

“Would Savannah like to just skip the game?”

“Mmmhh!!”

“I think I’ll just melt the key right this second and we can go shopping baby…” a hand runs up and down Savannah’s thigh which is trembling.

“We can go shopping in that big women’s store we went to last week. I’ll be wearing my warmest clothes of course, but what should Sissy wear?”

Savannah is now moaning, and clenching and curling her toes

“Should Sissy wear her thigh high stockings?”

Savannah grunts and nods her head

“… And what about her panties? Her beloved cotton pink pa-“

Savannah shakes her head violently and opens her mouth in ecstacy

“And what about her little-” a discraceful bead of cum forms on the end of Savannah’s clitty much to her frustration, but at this point her orgasms go completely unnoticed by Mummy, a tactic she adopted from the very beginning. “If a sissy’s ‘orgasm’ is given any weight, then ümraniye escort the point has been missed entirely,” she would always say, “take away Sissy’s most base desire from her, her clitty finally releasing, give it no context or meaning, and she will become a pink puddle for you. She will become unable of even having one of her pathetic releases…”

“-her little corset, does sissy wan- Savannah! I’m still talking to you!”

Savannah has a habit of beginning to whimper wildly once her ‘cummy’ has happened, out of pure frustration and carnal desperation.

A swift slap or three on her little balls sends her into overdrive,

“In that case my little slut, I think Savannah is going to come with me right this second, and get in the car wearing nothing but her cage. And Mummy was going to let you wear your blindfold so that your shame would be totally in your minds eye, but even that is too much pleasure for a misbehaving little girl, I think you need to see what’s about to happen my slut.”

Savannah’s blindfold is pulled off and her brain suddenly floods with clarity and thought, she doesn’t want this, any of this, she wants to be dressed, she wants her panties on and to be unlocked. She wants to be a human again, not just a slut.

“Now go on, out the door, and remember to walk pretty, no, walk slutty. Get in the car, spread your legs and start to repeat “I’m a little girl. I’m a little girl” until I’ve gotten changed and joined you. Go on…”

And like that, clarity turns to depraved habitual thoughts of humiliation, and being locked forever, and being made to cum solely from saying the words “I’m a little girl” and nothing else… And in a matter of seconds she’s walking from door to street, only a metal button-sized dot where her clitty once was to remind her of her place, and she’s becoming turned on by thoughts of older men and teenage girls seeing her and ogling, and now shes in the passenger seat of the car with her legs spread en route to a handsfree, premature climax with no stimulation other than her affirmation.

And she’s aiming for a new record, 20 seconds, and then she’ll tell Mummy about her new record, and be scolded for not doing it in 10, and this will turn her on more, and her brain will melt more, and her life will continue,

As Savannah, the little slut, obsessed with sissygasms and hypno and denial and humiliation and fishnets and lingerie and panties and porn and…

And soon, she’ll obsessed with what’s about to happen…

…

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The story that follows was my first non interactive story written in english. English is not my maternal language. It was published for the first time on a forum. Constructive comments are welcome.

Paris, the French capital has always been a very busy place. The crowd in the street is most of the time so huge than most people barely even notice the ones they cross. Very few people are noticed and attract to themselves gazes of admiration or envy. Among those few was that lovely blond woman, who looked in her late twenties, wearing a Channel suit. To say lovely was an understatement, she was gorgeous. Even if her outfit was not that revealing you could easily see that her hourglass body was perfect. She was of average size, with a weight that was on the perfect balance to be in a great shape with keeping a very sexy body. Her slightly curly blond hairs falling in the middle of her back were a beautiful addition to her angelic face where her blue eyes were like jewels. The way she walked and the expression on her face were clearly showing that she was someone very confident.

And for sure she was. Madeline was known in her job circle for her confidence, her sharp intelligence, her leadership and her capacity to do anything to succeed with any qualm. Madi was at a high position in a powerful bank, she was a bankster, a shark among sharks. She was conscious of it and that did not bother her. In fact she was not totally a shark, she was a moray eel. It was the nickname that her colleagues gave her early in career because of her hunger for success, the methods she was ready to use to achieve it and her skill to slide out any bad case with ease. No one had ever dared to use the nickname in front of her but she knew about it and it suited her well. Muraenidae have the reputation of dangerous predators after all, they are feared, so it was perfect for her.

When she arrived in the bank luxurious headquarter, she noticed that the atmosphere was not the same than usual. People looked like something really bad happened. One of the secretaries came to her and told her.

• Miss Dumay, mister Renaud wants do see you as soon as possible.

She went directly to her boss office and entered it without knocking. He was watching the news on his computer screen with a worried face

• You want to see me Philippe?

Pointing at the computer screen he answered.

• Yes. Come Madeline. That’s … The North Chemical factory.

Madeline joined her boss to watch the news. According to the journalist the employees of the factory were occupying it for days to protest against the sale of the factory to a Chinese firm. When the police assaulted the place to evacuate the protester things went wrong and there was a huge explosion followed by a fire that spread to the whole factory plant. The number of dead and wounded people was not yet known but there were at least three hundred protesters and about a hundred cops when the explosion happened. Madeline knew very well that factory. Years ago she was one of the main members of a team that tricked the former CEO into subscribing a toxic loan. When the firm was no longer able to pay back, the factory ended being the property of the bank and recently the bank decided to sell it to the Chinese. It was a very good operation for the bank and Madeline was proud of her work. She did not care about the fact it was dishonest. Philippe asked with a bit of fear in his voice.

• Are you sure we are legally safe?

• I’m totally sure. All was totally legal. No one can sue us to court and win.

Perhaps there will be some moralists to criticize us, but we are clean. We never forced anything on to anybody in that deal, and we did not hide anything. You have nothing to fear.

• I had not fear, I just wanted to be sure.

Madeline left her boss to go to her own office where she immediately started to work. She was a hard worker and very efficient worker and that day was no exception.

At the end of the day she left the building almost at the same time than everybody. Except when really needed she did not believe in spending more time at work than needed. To her if you always had to do a lot of extra hours to achieve what you have to do, it meant that you were inefficient. Her flat was in very expensive district of the French capital. Just seeing the building you could tell it was not a place for blue collars and the inside was indeed pretty luxurious. Madi’s flat was luxurious too, but in a way it was cold. It was very functional, furbished with costly things but there was not warmth there. It was like one of those show flats you could see in magazines about rich people.

She took off her Channel suit to replace it by a lovely white summer dress that çeşme escort showed more of her magnificent body. If physical perfection existed she was indeed close to it. And she knew it. More than once in the past she had used seduction to achieve her goals and finding a lover had never been an issue. She took a bottle of high quality orange juice in her fridge to have a glass of it. Her fridge was full with food of the best quality. No junk food there and most of the products were organic products from the best producers. She switched on the TV set and had a look at one of the news channel while drinking the orange juice. Of course the main news was what happened at the factory and now there were far more images and details about. Horrible details, more than on hundred people dead, another hundred with serious if not almost deadly wounds, and the last hundred with lesser damages. The horrible details were illustrated by horrifying pictures and videos showing people with awful burns. Men and women of all ages with atrocious wounds were showed again and again. The videos about the carnage where running endlessly and Madeline could not take her eyes out of them. Suddenly the ringing of the phone took her form the almost hypnotic trance she was in. She took the communication without verifying who it was.

• Yes?

• Hey honey, that’s me Richard. I thought we could see each other tonight. Your flat or mine?

Richard was her lover or to be more exact her sexual partner. Madeline did not want a love story but she liked sex, so she used to take lovers for relationships that never last more than a year. She chose them handsome, skilled in bed, but not too intelligent or too ambitious and she made sure they know who was leading in that relationship.

• Not tonight Richard, I had a busy day.

• Come on Madi, I’m sure you need to relax and you know I’m the best for that.

Madi answered with a harsh tone.

• Do yourself a favor Richard and remember what your place is.

• Ok, ok. I was just, you know… I will wait for your phone call. Good night.

Madeline spent a part of the night switching from a channel to another to get more information about the disaster. She finally fell asleep on her sofa. It was like a well programmed machine that she awoke at 07:00 in the morning. She took a shower, ate her breakfast and put on her work outfit like a robot. The day at work started with an informal crisis meeting to ensure that the firm was not at risk in the factory disaster that was becoming a national, if not an international, drama. It was her who gave the most convincing demonstration that the company was safe. Her boss was strangely quiet during the whole meeting. After the meeting she went back to her office to do her usual work.

At the beginning of the afternoon Madeline and her colleagues heard a scream coming from Philippe’s office. A long scream that sounded like it was moving down. Madeline ran to her boss office where a window was opened. She looked at the street below from the window and saw Philippe’s body in a pool of blood. On the desk there was a note, a suicide note: “I must pay for what I have done to all these poor people. Death is the only way”. The police would never see the note since Madeline and her colleagues decided to destroy it to avoid that confession to put them in jeopardy in the factory drama. In the week that followed the firm paid a psychologist to help the employees. Madi went only to one collective session. The message of the shrink was clear “suicide is for cowards and as warriors of the financial world you are not cowards”.

Life resumed its course and Madeline continued to work as nothing happened. But she was not really at what she was doing, something was bothering her. No one noticed it since the Moray Eel was good at hiding any sign of weakness. In fact the awful pictures and other details about the disaster and her boss suicide were running in her mind like an endless movie she was forced to watch. If at work nothing looked to have changed it was not the same at home where she was like a zombie just eating and watching TV but nothing else. She stopped to go to the gym twice a week or to read anything about the financial world like she used. She answered to the phone calls of Richard in a very cold and harsh way.

The Sunday morning of the second week after Philippe’s suicide she spent some long minutes watching herself in the big mirror of the bathroom. She had the habit to write something with her lipstick on the mirror to fuel her competitive mood. The sentence that had been there for three weeks was “who dares wins”. Suddenly she took a towel and erased it with anger, she then başakşehir escort ran to the small office she had in her flat. There she took a ring binder from a drawer. In the ring binder was collected some files extracts, letters and even newspaper articles. All was about her greatest success and about what she saw as milestones in her career. One of the first documents was a handwritten letter from someone who was angry at her. She remembered that old woman, she was the first person she found a way to cheat in a very legal way. To her it was the case that showed her how to make her way to the top of her job. In the letter the old woman wrote that Madeline was beautiful but that her soul was the ugliest she had ever known and wished her to lose everything and end as ugly outside than she was inside. After reading several times the letter, Madeline put the ring binder back in the drawer.

During the following two weeks it was obvious that Madi was thinking about something. At work everybody thought that the Moray Eel was planning a new action that would, as usual, bring a lot of money. The rumor was reinforced when she refused to take Philippe place saying that there was too much management and that she wanted to keep spending most of her work time doing business.

During the third week on Friday evening she heard at the radio about the dangers of tobacco and alcohol that were, now, plaguing more women than ever. The whole talk was frightening, it was about cancer, breathing issues, fertility problems and of course about the bad effect on the look. She listened to it all and when it was finished she left her flat to go to tobacconist shop. There she bought a whole box of cigarettes packs and a lighter. After buying the cigarettes she went to another shop to buy a whiskey bottle.

Back at home Madi sat on the sofa, she had put the cigarettes and the bottle on the low table. She spend some minutes thinking before taking the bottle and drinking at it directly. Madeline used to be a very light social drinker. Since alcohol was not good for keeping cognitive skills at their best and not good for health she would have never thought about drinking cheap whiskey at the bottle directly. And it was indeed a cheap one, the taste was anything but good. In fact she just felt like a burn going down her throat directly in her stomach. Almost immediately she felt her body warming and her face went red. She put the bottle back on the table and took a cigarette from on of the pack. She looked at it. To her smoking was a stupid and unhealthy habit that was only for dumb and weak people. She put it between her lips and lighted it. She inhaled the smoke and immediately coughed and grin with disgust.

– So disgusting! How do they do?

Madeline took another sip of whiskey directly at the bottle. She then forces herself to smoke again. She had to go beyond her repulsion to do it. To help she decides to alternate drinking and smoking. She was not used to drink so much alcohol and not used at all to drink something as strong as whiskey. Before finishing her cigarette she was seriously drunk, her movements were clumsy and she was having hard time to think. It was a very unusual experience for her to not be in total control of herself. She soon blacked out.

The next morning she awakened on the floor in a pool of her own vomit that was smelling alcohol. It was with difficulties that she stood and went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. What a mess she was! She had the face of someone very tired, there were dark circles around her eyes. Her lovely face was half covered with vomit and her beautiful blond hair were full of it. She took a lipstick and wrote on the mirror “you look like shit”. It was with difficulties that Madi took a shower and went to bed. She was so ill that she spend the whole Saturday in bed. On Sunday, she decided to clean the mess, the smell was totally disgusting. It was not an easy task, several time she was about to vomit.

– Disgusting, but you deserve it, you idiot. A good lesson!

It took her time but she cleaned it so well that no one could thing she vomited alcohol there. After she had a shower and then headed to the computer to write an Email to the cleaning firm she was employing.

– I no longer need your services.

She spend the whole day wandering on Internet reading about alcohol and tobacco addiction and did nothing else. The week was not different than the previous one except that every evening Madeline smoked a cigarette and had a glace of whiskey and that she did not go at the gym at all. She really had to force herself especially for smoking but at the end of the week she could do küçükçekmece escort it without coughing. In the second week it was a routine, every evening before the meal she had the glace of whiskey and after it a cigarette. At the end of the third week she was surprised to enjoy that routine and to not miss the gym at all.

After a month of that regimen, Madeline looked at herself nude in the mirror of the bathroom. She looked the same as usual, stunning, beautiful. The lack of sport, smoking and drinking seemed to have no effect on her. The only little flaw was her legs and pussy that were hairier than usual since she neglected to go to the beauty salon. Since it was blond hair it was not that visible. She looked unsatisfied.

– Madi, either you were born to be hot for ever or you lack method.

She looked at the sentence on the mirror and then modified it, “you look like shit” became “you will look like shit”. She went to her fridge and looked at the food in it for a minute and then slammed the door close before leaving her flat. Madi went into a hard discount shop, there she bought a large amount of junk food. For diner she put on the table a cheese burger with fries, that she only had to warm in the oven, and a bottle of a cheap cola. The smell of her whole meal was really disgusting and to her it did not looked good at all. To help herself she drank two glaces of whiskey before trying to eat anything. When she took a first mouthful of the cheese burger she really had to control herself to not puke it. The think was greasy, the bread was bad, the meat did not taste like real meat and the cheese was so awful that it was impossible to describe. The fries were beyond greasy and salty and the cola was so full of sugar that it was disgusting. It took a whole hour to Madeline to eat her diner. After that awful meal she was happy to have a cigarette, very happy. In fact she had never been so happy to smoke one. When she realized it she told to herself.

– A matter of method and work.

It was Friday evening so Madi did not go to sleep early. She wandered on the Internet reading about junk food effect and a bit about alcohol and tobacco too. Progressively her search lead her to porn sites. She had not had sex for more than a month, whereas usually she used to have it at least twice a week. Tired of receiving harsh answers Richard no longer tried to contact her. She ended with a hand in her panties touching herself. While she was touching herself she watched video after video. It was almost midnight when she went to bed without showering herself, she was smelling sex since she had made herself orgasm several times. When she waked up the morning she ate something healthy since eating junk food for breakfast was beyond her capacities. After her meal she sat in front of her computer. The chair was smelly, it smelt intimate juices. In fact she was smelly too since she had not yet had a shower.

– Madi you are fucking pathetic. You can have any guy and you do that.

She shivered and then touched her pussy, she was wet.

– Can’t believe it excites me. Well…

She sat on the smelly chair and resumed surfing on sex sites to watch video of hard porn. Soon she was masturbating herself in the most obscene way. She was wearing only her bathrobe, that was wide opened, and her legs were spread wide with her feet on the computer table. After pleasuring herself for almost an hour she surfed on sex shop sites and ordered dildos. The ones she ordered were very basic and very cheap. The dildos were delivered fast. The week that followed the evening routine of Madeline was always the same: she changed from her work outfit to her bath robe, had a glace of whiskey, ate junk food, smoked a cigarette and masturbated herself with a dildo while looking at porn. It took about two weeks to no longer be disgusted by the greasy, salty food. Before that she forced herself and she did like a good pupil doing her home work in the most serious way. During these evening there was nothing classy about her, she was just vulgar and dirty. At work things did not really changed, no one saw anything except that Madi was now wearing pants instead of dress. In fact her legs had become so hairy that stockings would not have been enough to hide it.

Two months after starting her new way of life, during a week end, Madeline decided to check herself closely. First she weighted herself, she looked surprised when she saw the result.

– Only five kilos?!

She looked at herself in the mirror, she was in fact hotter than even since the added weight was mostly in her breasts and ass with a distribution on her whole body that was rather harmonious. She checked her face, mouth and teeth. There were no evidence that she had been smoking a cigarette every evening for almost three months. She looked at her reflect eyes in the mirror with an angry look. She read the sentence written on it loud.

– You will look like shit. Not if you don’t work hard and methodically. Are you afraid. You prefer to do like Philippe? Or you think you can escape from what you have done?!

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I walked into the waiting room and the first thing that caught my eye was a basket full of shoes underneath a little sign that read, “bare feet welcome.” Inside was a well-worn, leather sandal with toe prints that seemed quite round and lump. They were a size 6, but looked pretty wide. Then, I noticed a chubby Latina woman in her late twenties with the cutest, plumpest toes I had ever seen in my life. She had kind of a bitchy, “I don’t care if my feet stink” attitude. I loved it. She had on the tightest pair of faded jeans that wrapped down and around her ankles, forming a beautiful line between blue denim, and tan feet. She was scrolling through her phone chewing gum loudly, curling and uncurling her toes like she fucking owned the place.

Then she propped up her feet. I was hard. Instantly. Big, warm, soft, meaty, wrinkly latina soles were staring at me. How long had she had those sandals on? Did she know how irresistible her feet looked?

Does she let her feet get stinky by wearing her shoes without socks?

How badly I wanted to sniff and lick her soles was not even explainable. I don’t care if she treats me like shit. I would do anything for those feet. Let her bitch and complain to me when she comes home from work. Kicking off tuzla escort a pair of sweat-drenched tennis shoes. “I’m a boss bitch, we don’t wear socks. Get used to the stink, loser.” I don’t even want to get used to the smell, I want that pungent aroma to surprise me every time she wears a different pair of shoes, every night she’s been out dancing drunk with friends, filling up her pumps with sweat. I would even let her fuck other guys as long as she gave me those feeeeeet.”

Then came the familiar sound of pumps walking down the hall.

…

“You did what?”

“They were just laying there on the floor, so warm, so stinky. I didn’t know she was right behind me. And it was such a quick whiff, I thought nobody would notice.”

“You didn’t think anyone would notice a sick foot freak underneath his coworkers desk sniffing out her running shoes like a fucking dog?”

“She had been talking about them all day. How she needs to take a break from running because her feet are starting to get calloused. I lost it when she said her feet get really soft in the winter when its too cold to run. But its summer so I knew those shoes were hot, fresh and stinky. I was was trying to forget pendik escort about it, but when I ran into her in the break room, I overheard her talking about how she stopped wearing socks on her runs, and instead is just wrapping up her feet.”

“Running with no socks on? Hard to resist.”

“I could basically see the shoes steaming when I walked over.”

“How was the smell?”

“Gross. At first. And then, and then. Something changed, all of a sudden, I wanted them to be stinkier. I wanted her shoes to reeek. And they were already sour and musty. But I wanted more. I wanted the pumps she changed into. I wanted to inhale the intoxicating aroma of stinky running shoes mixed with worn, sweaty pumps. I wanted to get in between, really in between her toes and take a deep whiff as she spreads them, releasing that foul stench into the air.”

“It seems like these big feet have created quite the foot fiend. You really crave feet. Well, then. Did you get my flip flops?” Her pumps that were dangling, were no longer dangling. They were off. “Hand them over.” She started putting on her flip flops, wiggling her toes, studying the way they dangle and slide on so easily with just the right maltepe escort toe point. “The goal was never to cure you.”

“What”

The sound of her giant flip flops slapping against her soles were filling the room with a sexual tension that was making me want her toes in my mouth.

“Don’t you see your condition is getting worse?” She kick off her flip flop and bent her long legs towards her face so that her foot was right at face-level. Then she went in for a sniff. She wrinkled her nose and scrunched her toes. I couldn’t tell if she liked the smell or not. Until her big toe slipped in her mouth. “You’ve never seen a therapist give her own toes a fucking blowjob?”

I shook my head.

“Well I can’t clean these big sweaty feet myself. You’re gonna help. Lick. My. Fucking. Filthy. Giant. Feet. My husband haaates smelly feet. And I haven’t gotten fucked in a while now.”

I couldn’t believe it.

“And you better get started. Because, if they’re clean enough, I might let you clean them while I’m getting fucked.”

“Please.”

“And don’t expect me to be curling my toes all the time like some cheap foot fetish porn star. You have to really please me. The cleaner my feet are, the harder my husband can probably fuck me. And when he fucks me good… my soles scrunch up so much… they stay wrinkly for days.

I put my tongue to her salty, oily, greasy, sweaty toes, and got to work.

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I woke up the next morning alone in bed. After our sex last night me and my girlfriend Lisa both passed out on the couch. I woke up an hour later and tried to wake Lisa up. Maybe from the alcohol or maybe from the sex I could not wake her up. I tried to carry her but my small arms could not pick her up. Each Double JJ boob has to weigh more than i can lift alone.

I cleaned the floor from all the squirting she had done. I didn’t realize she could squirt or any girl could squirt for that matter and even though her huge rubber dildo did most of the work I still felt proud for playing a part. I picked up the giant rubber dong to put it in its box and back under the couch. I did not know she had a toy like that I couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the comparison between it and my little dick. I was amazed by the size and weight of the thing. I spent a moment marveling at the fact the whole thing had been inside my girlfriends pussy.

I covered her naked body with a blanket and left her on the couch. I took one last glance at her beautiful pouty lipped face and blonde hair curled up on the couch before going to sleep.

When I went downstairs I expected to find her much as I left her but the scene before me was not at all what I expected. My naked busty girlfriend was once again spread eagle on the couch. She had pussy juice splattered all over her thighs. Her massive tits were spilling upward touching her chin. Her mouth was opened and drooling. Her giant dildo was impaled inside her to the base and she was sound asleep. Her squirt was once again all over the floor couch even the wall behind her had little droplets. She must have woken up and continued hammering away and then passed out.

I pulled the giant rubber dong out of her pussy with a slurp and then a pop. Once again I covered her with a blanket this time not bothering to reposition her, Once again cleaned the floor and then set out to run some errands. I returned a couple hours later to my girlfriend in the bathroom applying makeup.

Her blond hair was done up in loose curls. Her pink eyeshadow was caked on. She had on long fake eyelashes. She was wearing a tight tiny pink tube top that did nothing to contain those giant bahongalos. Deep cleavage spilled over the too tight top, under boob burst passed the hem on the bottom, her prominent nipples were obviously visible threw the pink material.

Below she had on a pink plaid skirt that didn’t even cover half of each bubbly ass cheek. She had on pink thigh high fish nets that reached just below her big bubble butt cheeks and pink 6 inch heels which made her exactly my height. She was just finishing applying pink lip gloss to her big pouty lips. Her whole outfit showed more skin than some of her underwear and screamed one word “SLUT”.

“What are you getting all dressed up for?” I asked.

“Because were having company silly our bestie Horsey is coming over, Its going to be a movie night, Were renting the new Barbie movie, Were all going to wear pink and drink pink martinis doesn’t that sound fun?” She beamed excitedly.

“Sure that sounds fun I don’t know about wearing pink though.” I said.

“Oh come on Horsey said he didn’t have a problem with it.” She scolded.

I still didn’t love that my girlfriend used Rick’s nickname considering it referred to the size of his penis.

“Rick’s going to wear pink?” I asked not wanting to once again be outshined by this guy.

“Yeah so you can just wear some of my clothes I left an outfit out for you on the bed.” She said applying a gold choker on her neck to complete the look.

When I went into our bedroom the outfit was ridiculous. It was a low cut pink crop top and the shortest tightest pink booty shorts. I couldn’t even believe what I was doing as I put the stuff on.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I had to admit I made a very convincing girl. I’m very skinny with almost no muscle. I have no body hair at all even on my face. My face is model’esque and very pretty I’m told with bigger lips. I have longish curly brown hair and even my glasses look a little feminine a majorly regretted purchase.

I did a spin to check out my back side. As if a cruel joke the universe did give me an ass that most girls would dream for perfectly shaped, not bad for someone who doesn’t work out. The booty shorts were just that, practically a thong I really did look sexy. I chastised myself for admiring how I looked so much but I figured what the hell its one night might as well enjoy it a bit.

I went to leave the room but then stopped and thought to myself what the hell. I reached into my girlfriends drawer and put on some thigh high pink leggings to get a little extra festive I even felt a little naughty in the stockings.

When I returned downstairs Lisa cheered.

“Oh my god look at you my sexy widdle Barbie, Thanks so much honey for getting into the spirit!” she pulled me in close for a hug.

“Don’t you mean Ken I would think you’re Barbie.” I spoke softly back.

“Awwwww, maltepe escort yeah you’re my slutty little Ken dolly soooo cute, I love it.” She giggles as she palmed each of my ass cheeks.

She groped my ass cheeks pulling them apart and bouncing them up and down. I could feel my asshole winking as she stimulated my ass. My ass has always been kind of an erogenous zone for me. While she did this I was treated to a view down her barely there top at the huge globes of flesh mashed against my chest. I could see straight threw her cleavage past my twitching prick down to the floor.

Just then the doorbell rang and Lisa bounced out of the room. Her giant jugs bounced obscenely with each clack of her heels. As she left the kitchen I watched her ass bounce beneath the skirt that didn’t cover much of anything.

A minute later Lisa returned hand and hand with Rick. He wasn’t wearing a stitch of pink, he had on a black t shirt and jeans. I admired his physique he was a man. He was tall, tan, tattooed and a barrel chest covered in hair poking out threw the Henley button down collar.

“Can you believe Horsey didn’t wear pink for his bestie, Some bestie you are cant even wear pink for our girls night.” She scolded in feigned anger.

“I’m so sorry but I don’t own anything like what Sammy is wearing over there.” He said with a laugh looking me up in down as I stood there twiddling my thumbs in my little pink outfit. Then he spun Lisa around and pulled her to his chest.

She went up on her tip toes and pressed her chest hard against his as she looked up into his eyes. I know the view he had allowed him to see all of those big beautiful Baha mamas. He also planted one huge hand clamped firmly on her exposed ass cheek such that her butt meat bulged past the space between his fingers he even lifted her more to her toes by the grip on her ass alone.

“But if you’re my bestie, you should be a good horsey and do what your best friend wants you to do.” She giggled up at him.

“Well I do want to make my bestie happy but I don’t own anything pink” He joked back slapping his other hand down onto her other exposed ass cheek and gripping both cheeks firmly fondling each fleshy orb while staring down the valley of her huge tits. He grabbed her bubble butt so hard he scooped her slightly up causing her to rise off her feet all together.

“Well I did it, I don’t own anything like this either but I borrowed her clothes.” I said showing my irritation with there interaction.

“That’s a great idea you should have to wear my clothes too.” She beamed excitedly and grabbed his hand to lead him upstairs. The two rushed up the stairs together.

I felt compelled to follow them if only to prevent any unnecessary touching. I immediately regretted saying anything as no doubt any of Lisa’s clothing would contain that nearly 15 inches of cock Rick was packing.

Once upstairs I saw Rick seated on our bed as Lisa was rummaging threw her closet.

“There this one is perfect!” She yelled emerging with t shirt in hand the quick movements practically causing her tits bounce out of her top. The t shirt was pink and it read, “my little pony” and had a pony on the front in reference to a kids tv show.

“See isn’t that perfect my little pony since everyone calls you horse because of you’re giant.. beautiful.. horse cock.” She said her eyelids drooping slightly with lust.

We all giggled and she handed the shirt to Rick then went back in the closet to find something to go with it.

“I think we have a problem, the only other thing I have that’s pink that I think will fit you are these.” She said emerging with a pair of pink panties.

“Those will never contain all of me.” Rick said.

“Oh come on Horsey pwease put them on for me.” She said with pouty baby eyes.

Rick went into the closet to try it on and Lisa jumped onto the bed and spread eagle resting her head against the headboard. She placed her hand on her exposed panties and if I wasn’t mistaken even started slowly rubbing up and down her slit beneath the sheer black tiny triangle covering her pussy.

Rick came out with the outfit on and it was obscene to say the least. His cock was not only visible from the top and sides but a whole 4 inch coil of fat cock meat was hanging out the side. The massive amount of cock pulled the panties so far away from his body that it was almost like you wrapped a string around a python.

“Oh wow you look perfect bestie! This will be such a fun girls night, Sammy you’re ken, and were your Barbies.” She said giggling and jumping up to her knees on the bed. She bounced and clapped causing one of her tits to pop out of her top and do 3 full bounces before she pulled her top back up.

I stared down at the gigantic cock and the enormous balls that hung below not even covered by the material at all. I held my breath wondering if it was going to get hard from the momentary view of my girlfriends huge tit. I breathed a sigh manavgat escort of relief as it seemed to stiffen only a bit. I looked down at my own shorts and the tiny pink shorty shorts were obviously tented by my tiny dick that pointed slightly upward. I fought the urge to cover it and call unnecessary attention to it despite that these shorts left little to the imagination.

I was sure to walk slightly ahead of them two so as to conceal my obvious erection until we were seated on the couch. Myself and Rick headed for the living room while Lisa went to make our drinks. Rick plopped down first at one end. I wasn’t sure how to handle this situation, If I sat at the other end that would leave Lisa in the middle and I wanted desperately to try to keep them apart.

I stood awkwardly in front of the seated man twiddling my thumbs dressed like a slutty little girl with a hard little dick tenting my little pink shorts. I decided to take a seat beside Rick. We were practically side by side on our small couch and Rick wasn’t a small guy. Shortly he stretched his arms over head then put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me in tight to his side.

“You know you actually look pretty cute in your little outfit here.” He said stroking my arm.

Panic set in this whole time I was worried about my girlfriend getting fucked by Rick I hope I didn’t give this guy the wrong impression.

“Thanks but I am just dressed this way to be on theme.” I said coldly.

“Hey you and me both brother I mean what are friends for.” He boomed but not removing his hand from my shoulder.

I couldn’t help but look down at the absolutely astounding amount of cock bulging out every which way from his barely there underwear. The whole cock from head to base was coiled up like a snake and barely covered at all.

He caught me looking down at it and spoke. “Don’t worry it doesn’t bite.”

“Its just hard not to stare at something like that.” I said honestly.

“I know I get that a lot but hey you’re putting on a bit of a show yourself.” He said and just then he reached down and pinched the tip of my raging hard on.

I inadvertently let out a soft little moan at the sudden stimulation. Then covered my mouth and looked up at Rick to see if he noticed. He smiled down at me and lowered his hand down my side coming to rest on my ass.

“Oh my god, No its just the way my girlfriend is dressed that’s causing that, I cant resist when she wears stuff like that for me.” I said trying to sound as masculine as possible despite my soft high voice with a slight squeak from my nerves getting the best of me.

“Yeah cant blame ya, That girl in there really is something to look at, Those huge fat tits, that big bubble ass begging to be slapped, Those dick sucking lips, Man If I was you I would be fucking her to a pulp every second of every day, I would be pounding her out over and over she would have cum pouring out of every gaping hole, Just non stop fuck fest morning noon and night, You would need a crow bar to pull my horse cock out of her asshole, You’re a lucky man.” He said staring off into space. “But were just friends, I know that.” He said.

Just then Lisa returned carrying two pink martinis. As she walked in both of us stared in awe as her tits bounced obscenely in her tiny tight top. Boob meet spilled over the top and bottom of her shirt barely containing each huge balloon.

She bent over Rick exaggeratingly to hand him his martini. Affording Rick a view deep between her big tits as they hung down away from her body. The top of each pink areola pushed past the top of her shirt. As she handed him his drink she placed her hand on his thigh right beside the slowly uncoiling anaconda even barely brushing it with her wrist.

Then she leaned over to hand me my drink. This time she pushed her ass up in the air. Her short skirt did nothing to cover her big booty giving Rick a perfect view of each fleshy globe and her dripping pussy covered only in a sheer tiny triangle of her black g string.

Rick did nothing to hide his excitement even biting his lip and giving a grunt of appreciation. His cock was inflating rapidly stretching the tiny panties out away from his body. My tiny peepee was twitching inside my girlie pink shorty shorts as well. Rick gripped my ass hard as he watched my girlfriend bounce her ass slightly side to side. He even stuck his thumb under the hem of my shorts sliding along the hem inching closer to my little dicklet. I involuntarily hummed the air feeling his thumb digging in right beside the base of my little thingy.

She left to retrieve her drink and as she did we both stared slack jaw at her ass bouncing below her way to short plaid skirt. When she returned despite my best effort to keep them separated she motioned for me to move over so she could sit in the middle. She didn’t just plop down though she made a show of crawling into place. She got on her hands and knees and bent down arching her back and şişli escort sticking her ass up towards Rick with her knees parted.

She remained there for a moment as she placed her drink on the arm rest beside me. She twerked her ass a few times as Rick leant in closer to her gushing pussy covered only by that tiny triangle of sheer lingerie. Pussy juice collected on each thigh beside her continuously dripping fuck tunnel.

Then she grabbed the remote from the arm rest but stayed in her head down ass up position twerking her ass in Ricks face. She twerked for so long like this that I thought she might never stop. Meanwhile behind her Rick’s rock hard 15 inch monster cock stood straight up in the air casting a shadow on the back wall behind her from the dim light of the tv.

I couldn’t complain because her big tits were pressed against my leg and I got the same view Rick did of her ass bouncing wildly. As she fiddled with the remote in my lap she also fiddled with my little dicky causing it to twitch more.

Finally she flipped over but she did it slowly and not without first spreading her legs wide to again show her sopping wet pussy to the man whose face was only a monster cocks distance from the exposed orifice.

I thought she would eventually reposition to a more comfortable seating position but she remained with her legs spread wide open her knees up by her shoulders as she started looking for the movie. Her elbows were tucked in tight to her body to press her tits together. The material of her shirt got sucked in between each tit so you could see the whole orb perfectly. Cleavage, underboob, the crease between, her pink areolas poked out the top and her nipple clearly poking the thin fabric. Her top looked painted onto the huge boobs.

“Alright now that were all comfortable, This will be such a fun girls night, Just me I am obviously Barbie, and Sammy you’re my perfect ken dolly, And Rick you’re Barbie’s dream pony.” She said looking down at Ricks cockzilla and biting her lip hungrily.

Ricks cock had turned purple. Each vein stood prominently. Rock solid and at eye level with each of us. It throbbed in rhythm with his quickening heart rate. Below Lisa’s pussy was releasing a steady stream of pussy juice as she stared at the cock. Drool started to pour out of her big lips mesmerized by the object of her lust.

Lisa’s pussy was gushing like I had never seen. Her legs couldn’t possibly have been spread any wider. Just as I thought my girlfriend couldn’t be any more exposed to her “bestie” She reached down and dragged her nails along her panties over her soaking wet pussy. She made a show of adjusting the thin see threw fabric. She gently pulled the material off her pussy and slowly pinched each side tugging the tiny triangle slightly right and then slightly left again in a feigned effort to cover up. She grabbed the top and pulled it slightly up feigning as if it wasn’t quiet where she wanted it.

Rick was now mesmerized his face now only a foot away from her glistening fuck hole. She continued to tinker with the fabric watching the giant monster cock jump in rhythm with his heart beat. The gushing fluid from her pussy got stronger. I looked up towards Lisa’s face and she has a far off look in her eyes almost like she is about to cum. Her face was flush and she was biting hard on her lip if I didn’t know better I would think she was on the brink of an orgasm.

Little did I know at the time but Lisa was on the brink of orgasm. She actually felt like the slightest breeze would set her over the edge. Whether it was me in my girly pink outfit that showed of my ass or far more likely the hulking behemoth of a fuck log mere feet from her. Lisa was on the brink and just needed one thing to set her off.

Lisa continued toying subtly with her panties as she pretended to fiddle with the remote. Suddenly she tossed her head back and even let out an audible gasp. Then she picked her hand up and gave her pussy a small slap, which sounded like a splash due to all the pussy juice. Then she repeated the slap again this time She let out a loud primal moan. She exploded.

A torrent of girl cum sprayed out of her pussy and through the sheer g string soaking Rick, and everything else. A full minute of moaning and writhing as cum sprayed out of her, Soaking our guest. “Unnnghhhhh, Ahhhhhh” She moaned as the spray continued wave after wave of thick slut juice.

Finally the spray slowed and then stopped. For a moment she just lay her head back gasping to catch her breath. Then she came to and sat up hurriedly.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’m so sorry, I cant believe I did that.” She exclaimed.

We both looked down the couch at Rick. He was drenched. His huge monster cock was glistening wet. His face, shirt panties all completely soaked with my girlfriends cum. I was jealous and embarrassed because part of me thought having this handsome firefighter with an enormous cock hard as a rock completely exposed on our couch might have something to do with her arousal. Maybe it was all in my head maybe she was so horny because of how my ass looked in her booty shorts or maybe it was just a freak accident. Either way here we were. Rick was soaked in her girl cum his huge cock out in the opened and bobbing around like it too was about to explode as he ogled my girlfriend.