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Authors Note:

This a cuckold story that contains small penis humiliation, creampie cleanup, and hints of bi-sexuality. You should not read further if you find these topics offensive.

This is the third story in the series. If you have not read the first two stories, I encourage you to read them.

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The remnants of sandwiches and iced tea stood in silent testimony to our previous laughter and camaraderie. What had started as a jovial afternoon was now drowned in a thick air of uncertainty and suppressed emotions. The scene from earlier that day played on a loop in my mind—Jackie and Greg lost in each other, with me watching from the periphery.

The complicity of my feelings—jealousy meshed with an odd sense of allure—was baffling. A submissive side, previously unknown, seemed to be revealing itself.

A text from Nancy provided a brief reprieve from my tumultuous thoughts. “At the spa. Figured you’d need some space. Talk later?” Her uncanny knack for reading situations never ceased to amaze me.

My inclination to seek an escape outdoors was strong, but a looming confrontation kept me grounded. I waited, my anxiety heightening with each passing second.

From the floor above, I could hear the muffled footsteps of two individuals. Down the staircase came Greg, his clothes impeccable and aura unchanged. Behind him, in a display of audacious vulnerability, Jackie descended, her body naked, a glow enveloping her. Her unabashed display was equal parts shocking and magnetic.

Upon reaching the ground floor, Jackie gently escorted Greg to our front door. Their pause before he departed was marked by an intensely passionate kiss, deep and prolonged. Silhouetted against the open door, the world outside could easily witness my naked wife locked in a romantic farewell with another man.

The closing door sealed off Greg’s presence, redirecting Jackie’s focus to me. Her gaze was a blend of intensity and vulnerability. “Spencer,” she started, her voice quivering yet assertive, “This is something we need to confront.”

She led me to our living room, urging me to sit. “I know this is challenging. But understand, this journey is as much about us as it is about our individual needs.”

“I’m lost,” I confessed, frustration evident. “It’s like we’ve been thrust into a whirlwind, and I can’t find my bearings.”

Jackie took a moment before responding, “This is a choice you have to make. But it’s definitive. Either we leave all of this behind—Greg, the dynamics, everything—and we never revisit it, or we dive in fully.”

The allure of our earlier life was tempting, but Jackie wasn’t done. “If you decide to continue, things shift dramatically. Your submission won’t just be to me. Greg, too, becomes a part of this equation.”

As she spoke, my gaze inadvertently fell on a subtle but unmistakable trail of Greg’s semen, glistening as it trickled down Jackie’s inner thigh. The realization, coupled with the raw intimacy of the moment, triggered a visceral reaction, manifesting as an undeniable bulge in my shorts.

Jackie’s eyes twinkled, noticing my state. Using her pointer and middle finger, she delicately grasped the material, pressing against the head of my erection. “It seems there’s no hiding what you truly desire,” she teased, massaging the fabric-covered tip. “But I need to hear you say it.”

Flustered, I stumbled over my words, “Jackie, I… I want you to make me your full-time cuckold. I want to submit to you, to Greg, and any other lover you might choose.”

Her smile broadened at my confession, and even more so at the mention of ‘any other lover.’ “Interesting addition there,” she mused.

The weight of my desires, combined with her teasing and the throbbing sensation from her fingers, culminated in an inevitable release. A wet spot quickly formed on my shorts. Jackie’s laugh was melodic, “Guess you really meant it.”

Still, she wanted more. She stepped closer, positioning herself directly in front of me, guiding my face to the junction of her thighs. The lingering scent of their encounter mixed with her natural aroma was intoxicating. I could taste the tanginess of Greg on her, with every lap emphasizing the depth of my submission and our renewed journey.

The chapter concluded with our choices made clear. Through tumultuous feelings and profound decisions, our relationship found a renewed trajectory, underscored by love, trust, and an evolving understanding of our desires.

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The atmosphere in the living room was thick with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and a hint of nervous tension. Only a week had passed since we had settled into this new dynamic, but it felt like a lifetime of emotions had been compressed into those seven days.

When the doorbell chimed, I caught a glimpse of Greg’s silhouette against the frosted glass of the front door. Moments later, Jackie’s giddy laughter filled izmir escort the air, a joyous prelude to her hurried descent from the bedroom. I watched, a mix of awe and trepidation, as she pranced down the stairs with a vivacity I hadn’t seen in her for a while. The light filtering through the windows accentuated the translucence of her thin sundress. It danced around her, flirtatiously hinting at her braless state, and as she moved, I caught fleeting glimpses that confirmed she wore nothing underneath. Her bare feet made soft patting sounds on the wooden stairs, matching the rhythm of my racing heart. The anticipation in her eyes was unmistakable as she reached the bottom step, poised to greet Greg with unabashed enthusiasm. All I could do was watch, entrapped in a maelstrom of emotions as the boundaries of our relationship continued to evolve before me.

Jackie’s eagerness was undeniable when she flung open the door. Greg stood there, his towering figure framed in the doorway, and she wasted no time. She threw herself into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. They kissed with an unrestrained passion that was raw and intense. From my vantage point, it was as if the world outside was witnessing this electric moment against our usual demure household facade.

With Jackie still clinging to him, Greg confidently walked inside, their lips still locked. He moved towards the couch right next to me, making me a direct observer of the spectacle before me. Greg began to lift Jackie’s sundress with a teasing slowness. The fabric slid up, revealing her undeniable arousal right in front of my eyes. He paused for a moment, inhaling her essence deeply, then proceeded with long, languid strokes that had Jackie moaning in response.

Moments later, he stood up, leaving a panting Jackie on the couch. His voice, assertive and commanding, filled the silence, “Cuck, get her ready for me.” Swamped by a mix of desire and the need to submit, I hesitated just briefly before moving to comply. I knelt between Jackie’s legs, tasting her, preparing her for what was about to unfold.

In the middle of the room, Greg began to methodically undress. Each piece of clothing was deliberately discarded. The tension in the air grew thicker with each passing second. His pants dropped, revealing his evident arousal.

Then, Greg reached out, taking Jackie’s hand, urging her closer to the edge of the couch. I felt her shift, her weight adjusting, her hands guiding me. In one smooth motion, she came off the couch, pulling me down with her. Suddenly, I was lying on the floor, the taste of her pressed against my lips. Above me, Jackie took Greg in her mouth, her lips sliding over him with practiced ease.

From where I was positioned, I had an unobstructed view. I could see Jackie’s lips sliding over Greg’s length, the way her cheeks hollowed with each deep take, and Greg’s hands as they tangled in her hair, dictating her rhythm. The visual, combined with the intoxicating scent and taste of Jackie, sent my senses into overdrive, pushing me further into the uncharted territories of my desires.

After they shared a few more moments of raw intimacy just feet away from me, Greg gently pulled away from Jackie’s mouth and stood her up. They left me there on the floor, arousal and disbelief painted across my face. I watched, nearly transfixed, as they engaged in another deep kiss, their bodies melding together. I could feel the electricity between them, a tangible force, even from where I lay.

They began to head towards the staircase, fingers intertwined. Just before they started their ascent, Greg turned to me, his voice thick with authority, “Cuck, stay here. We’ll call when it’s time.” That one word, ‘Cuck’, sent shivers down my spine, reminding me of the role I had come to embrace. The weight of my newfound title settled heavily in me, mixing with my arousal and deepening my sense of submission.

I watched their figures meld into the shadows of the stairs, the sounds of Jackie’s giggles and soft murmurs fading with distance. The house seemed suspended in time, every sound magnified in the stillness. I lay there, trying to gather my thoughts, the gravity of the evening’s events pressing down on me. Apprehension and eagerness surged within me, leaving me in breathless anticipation for whatever came next.

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My trance-like state was broken when Greg’s commanding voice echoed from upstairs, “Cuck, come up here! And leave those clothes behind.” His tone was unwavering, demanding.

Swallowing hard, I began to shed my clothing right there in the living room, laying each piece neatly on the couch. I felt a flurry of emotions: embarrassment, anticipation, and undeniable arousal. As I climbed the stairs, every step heightened my sense of vulnerability and the growing realization of the intense scene awaiting me.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I kahramanmaraş escort was met with an almost dreamlike tableau. Greg and Jackie were intertwined, lost in their passionate dance. Jackie’s legs encircled Greg, her heels pressing into his muscular back, while his broad shoulders glistened with sweat. This was my first time witnessing their intimacy, and the rawness of it was overpowering.

A whirlwind of envy, desire, arousal, and a stinging sense of submission engulfed me. Their primal connection dwarfed me, and yet I was spellbound, unable to look away.

I took my assigned place on a chair at the foot of the bed. From here, every detail of their union was glaringly evident. I watched as Greg’s thick arousal moved smoothly inside Jackie, coated with her evident excitement with each withdrawal. Beneath the rhythmic motion of Greg’s thrusts, his balls added a gentle sway to their dance.

My attention shifted to Jackie’s intimate area. Every deep thrust from Greg triggered a subtle twitching of her rear entrance, a clear testament to the intensity of her pleasure.

Their lovemaking sounds enveloped the room: the wet slide of their bodies, Jackie’s soft moans, and Greg’s deep grunts. My own arousal was undeniable, straining, threatening to overwhelm me as I took in the fervent scene.

Suddenly, their rhythm halted. Greg pulled out of Jackie, eliciting a soft gasp from her. The sight of her momentarily gaping entrance, a clear marker of Greg’s size, was entrancing.

Greg then reclined, catching his breath, his arousal still prominently erect. Without a pause, Jackie straddled him, positioning herself for a reverse cowgirl. This angle granted me a full view of her front: the moistened curls between her legs shimmered in the room’s dim light, emphasizing her allure.

She began to lower herself onto him, allowing me a clearer view of her breasts. Perfectly proportioned for her frame, they swayed and moved enticingly with her motions.

She began her rhythmic dance atop Greg, slow at first but steadily gaining momentum. Their shared moans filled the room. But then, a slight miscalculation made Greg slip out of her. A fleeting expression of frustration crossed her face before she ordered, not even glancing back, “Put him back in me.”

I was already on an emotional tightrope, reacting instinctively. I rose, approached the couple, and with trembling hands, I guided Greg’s thick shaft back to its desired destination. The sensation of holding another man in such a way was entirely foreign and jarring.

Once Jackie and Greg went back to their intimate dance, I returned to my seat, my mind spinning. The act I’d just done in front of my wife felt deeply personal, and its impact was profound. The touch of another man, especially in that context, confused me. There were feelings of humiliation, duty, and a strange, unexpected undercurrent of excitement. With every second, I grappled with emotions I’d never thought I’d feel.

Jackie soon changed positions. She seductively got on all fours, ensuring she was elevated just right for Greg. As she moved, her moans and gasps got muffled by the soft bedding beneath her.

I was on edge, painfully aroused. The sight of Jackie, her hair flowing with every thrust from Greg, was hypnotic. Every one of Greg’s movements made her react, and the sound of their bodies colliding was all I could hear. That sound, so raw and rhythmic, seemed to align with my own heartbeat, intensifying my internal struggle.

Jackie’s moans intensified. As she tried to match Greg’s pace, she looked at me. Those eyes, which I knew so well, were filled with love, pleasure, and passion. Her gaze was intense, and as she neared her climax, it deepened.

Suddenly, as her expression changed, showing raw ecstasy, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Without any touch, I found myself climaxing, feeling drained both physically and emotionally.

The room went quiet for me, except for the sounds of Jackie’s pleasure. I sat there, dealing with a mix of emotions – guilt, shame, submission, and oddly, satisfaction. The realization that I could be pushed to such a point just by watching them was overwhelming.

Greg soon pulled away, lying down. Jackie moved to straddle him. Instead of continuing, she paused, turning to look at me. There was a playful challenge in her eyes, which then darted to Greg and back to me. The silent message was clear.

I hesitated for a moment before I got up, every step filled with both trepidation and intrigue. My hand, shaky, reached out to grasp Greg’s thick member. Immediately, the difference between us was glaringly evident. My own slender 3.5 inches felt minuscule next to the weight and girth of Greg’s 8 inches. Beyond the act itself, this stark contrast between us evoked in me a whirlwind of humiliation and exhilaration.

Struggling to position it just right, I released him briefly, manavgat escort spat on my hands, and rubbed them together for lubrication. Grasping Greg again, I started to stroke him. With each motion, I was confronted with the truth of my submission, not only to Jackie’s desires but to Greg’s evident superiority as well. It felt oddly intimate, as if we three shared a secret.

Having prepared Greg, I aligned him with Jackie’s entrance, hyper-aware of every detail of him—so different from what I was used to. As Jackie lowered herself onto him, I bent down and kissed her buttock, a silent acknowledgment of my submission, my adoration, and acceptance of my role.

Returning to my spot, I grappled with the mix of emotions. There was a hint of pride in doing as Jackie wished, a surprising thrill from my interaction with Greg, and the inescapable feeling of my own inadequacies. But under it all was a strong current of arousal from submitting not only to Jackie but, in a strange way, to Greg as well.

Jackie’s dance atop Greg was entrancing. Each move and sound she made showed her complete immersion in the pleasure, driven by Greg’s size filling her. She pressed down hard until, with a deep moan, she climaxed, her body shaking from the intensity.

Jackie then shifted to lie between Greg’s legs, pausing to admire him before running her tongue along a prominent vein from base to tip. Taking him into her mouth, her eyes met Greg’s, ensuring he felt every bit of the pleasure she was offering.

The room was charged with an electric sensuality. As Jackie positioned herself beside Greg, I sensed my role. Rising, my hands steady now, I guided Greg to her. An unexpected pride surged within me, a sign that I had fully embraced our dynamic. As I watched Greg enter her, I felt an unmistakable arousal. The act of facilitating this connection, amplified by my total submission, was impacting me in ways I couldn’t have anticipated.

From my vantage point, I had the perfect view of their intimate joining. I watched as Greg moved with a consistent rhythm, his large balls swinging with each thrust. There was something hypnotically beautiful about it. As time went on, I noticed them contract, signaling what was about to happen. Greg grunted deeply, burying himself within Jackie. It was clear — he was releasing inside her.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Greg remained inside Jackie, perhaps reveling in the aftermath of their union. Only when Jackie subtly moved did he pull out. Then, her legs opened in my direction, her eyes locking onto mine with an unmistakable command. My heart raced; I knew what she wanted.

I lowered myself between her inviting legs, greeted by a sight of raw vulnerability. Jackie’s entrance, usually so tight, was now dilated, a testament to Greg’s girth. From that intimate space, I could see the pearly evidence of Greg’s climax contrasting vividly against the rosy pink of her inner flesh. It looked like it might spill out even before I made my first move.

As I neared, there was a soft rustle. Greg was repositioning, and unexpectedly, his semi-erect member, still wet from their recent activity, was dangerously close to my face. In fact, as I tried to better position myself, my cheek brushed against it, leaving a damp streak of their shared moment on my skin.

I began tenderly, my tongue exploring her, tasting and cleansing. Each movement was deliberate, the tangy mixture of them both a constant reminder of what I had just observed. But as I continued, more of Greg’s essence began to flow out, journeying down the soft valley between her cheeks, gathering at her backdoor.

Instinctively, I followed the trail, gathering every last bit, even as it led me to her most private area. Jackie let out a soft moan, signaling her appreciation.

The room was heavy with the aftermath of their passion, and what was unfolding now was deeply intimate. Three of us, bound together in the most exposed of moments, every action carrying deep significance.

Eventually, Jackie cupped my face, urging me to meet her eyes. The connection was electric, a myriad of feelings shared silently. She drew me closer, our lips meeting in a kiss filled with the taste of their mingled desire. Pulling back, she whispered, “I love you.”

Her voice softening further, she added, “Go prepare dinner for us, love. Greg and I need some time alone.” Her words promised more nights like this, a journey we were just beginning.

Walking down the stairs, my mind raced with conflicting emotions, but at the core was a deep sense of submission and an unwavering love for Jackie. Every step was a venture into the unknown, but I embraced this path, hand in hand with Jackie and our evolving relationship’s intricacies.

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In the midst of diligently preparing dinner, I heard the soft sound of footsteps descending from the upstairs. Greg emerged from the staircase, still very much nude, his muscles catching the ambient light. Even in his relaxed state, he took my breath away.

“I can’t stay for dinner,” Greg announced, sounding regretful. “I have to get back to Nancy.” As he walked towards the living room, he noticed his neatly folded clothes on the couch. He paused, giving me a knowing look. “Nice touch,” he said with a chuckle, slowly getting dressed.

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This story is very recent and hot off the Christmas presses! Well…considering I needed to find some time to write it!

It has been a few years since my wife and I went to Tahoe with her sister and the sister’s husband. After the ‘discreet’ blowjob in the car, things settled down for a bit and Gina was back to being her cold, snooty self. Summer heated up and I was about to write about THAT hot story next, but THIS just happened and it has me in a constant state of horniness as I replay it in my mind.

Christmas 2023. The family is gathered at my house for a nice feast and unwrapping presents. It is always a treat to see the wonder and joy on the kid’s faces as Santa somehow just knows exactly what to get them!

Anyhow, dinner is over, the kids are playing with their presents, and my wife Lorena is seated at the head of the table. I am on Lorena’s right, and her sister is to my right. Their mom is seated on the other side of table. We are having some adult libations and telling silly jokes when I feel the my chair move on the right side. şişli escort Using my peripheral vision, I see that Gina has put both feet on the seat of my chair. I ignore it as I continue talking, but then…I feel her toes slowly wiggle on the side of my mid-thigh. I’m torn. Do I look at her/look down at her feet and possibly ruin the moment, or do I just ignore it? I choose the latter and continue chatting. Next, I feel one foot dig under my leg while the other remains on top. The toes on her top foot are slowly kneading my thigh. Or maybe she is just exercising her toes. Fuck…I don’t know! She asks me a direct question and I turn to her, trying to play it off but in reality wanting to just grab her and kiss her. I feel that her eyes are probing mine to see any type of reaction. That little shit! I’m not going to give her the satisfaction. I turn around and look to my wife as we continue talking. She hasn’t noticed her sister’s feet on my leg, but…as I glance over at my mother-in-law, she sees tuzla escort EXACTLY what is going on. Fuck. I look away quickly and am listening to the conversation between Lorena and Gina. The mom’s eyes were locked on to Gina’s feet earlier, and now she gets up to ‘rearrange’ a dish by my left elbow. I’m thinking she is wanting to see what I’m seeing from my vantage point and probably to give a face (behind my back!) to Gina to put her legs down. Gina does not relent and her feet are still on my chair.

The mom goes to sit back down across from Gina and now Gina is talking directly to me. She is wearing a dress that is maybe mid-calf. As I look her way, she lifts a leg up to tuck it under her and prolongs it for a second as she tucks it under her with her hand. Our eyes are locked, and she is just daring me to look down. I am desperate to look. Curious to see what color panties she has on, or maybe none at all. But, I can’t. Nope, not gonna budge. My eyes stay locked on hers as I maintain my composure pendik escort above the belt (same can’t be said for below the belt!). I barely turn my head to look back Lorena’s way and I feel Gina’s toes dig under my leg. I don’t have a foot fetish, but she has really nice, well pedicured feet and at that moment I just wish she would put her foot on my aching cock and be done with it.

I turn back to my wife again, and now her eyes are looking right at Gina’s feet. She is clued in. I chit-chat my wife to distract her and see what her eyes hold. I see some concern, but then again, that is her sister.

The whole situation is just so unlike Gina and over the top for me, and I am hard as fuck. I’m grateful that no one asked me to get up and get something because I would have had to re-adjust my screaming hard-on and it could have been really embarrassing!

Anyhow, Gina never moves her feet and Lorena sits back in her chair, signaling that she didn’t see anything of concern. I’m wondering to myself, ‘am I imagining things?’ She is not the type to get close to others or make body contact, and I am so confused. We continue to talk a few more minutes, her toes tucked under my thigh. Funny though, the only time she finally removed her feet from my chair was when her husband came into the dining room. Hmm…????

Mild story, I know…but geez it was hot living it.

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Fancy an insight into my sissy misery? Why not write out my lines with me each time I quote them? Better yet, email me the line a hundred times for just a small taste from my piggy trough of the 10,000 times I have to write out:

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

It was Wednesday morning. After an eventful, awful few days, I was finally back in my piggy place, working on my loser lines. I’d gotten back from Master Mike’s at around 5am and immediately passed out in the conservatory. I’d woken up bleary-eyed and exhausted at 9am, but forced myself to get back in my seat and catch up on all the line writing I’d missed yesterday. I would have loved a shower, or to change out of my sweaty, beer-stained dress. But even washing the dried cum off my face was a luxury not open to me.

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

I’d hoped the sweat pouring off me as the heat in the conservatory intensified might wash it off my face, but instead I could taste what a slut I’d been. I shuddered, remembering I’d committed to a whole gümüşhane escort year of weekly visits to Master Mike. With that happy thought in mind, I got started on another page of lines.

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

I was used to Goddess Tamara interrupting me by now. Or a phone call. Or another loser at my door. Or some other awful distraction from my piggy task.

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

But as the hours went by, I was left alone. Just me and my screaming wrist, my jingly bells, my horrid smell, my chafing diaper, my stupid outfit, my itchy pig nose and ears, my pinching, metal chastity cage, my whole body on fire from the heat. And my lines. My endless endless lines.

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out hatay escort line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

With no distractions for once, I could enjoy the full drudgery of my task. How I had chosen to spend my life doing something so relentlessly stupid, dull, and self-defeating. How the only smart thing I’d ever done was correctly identify myself as a depraved loser who needed to remove themselves from society, writing lines and sending money to others so they could enjoy a lovely life safely away from this piggy idiot I thought of Claire, who’d been saved from dating me and was now going out with Ryan, all thanks to me. Why did this thought make my cage hurt so much? Why was I so turned on by misery? Why did a large part of my twisted piggy brain want to tear up all the lines I’d done so far? I pushed that dangerous thought away and focused on my lines.

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

That’s better – don’t think, piggy! Don’t think about how you’re literally throwing your life away. Don’t think about how you’re putting yourself in debt for ısparta escort the dumbest reason imaginable. Don’t think about how little Goddess Tamara thinks of you when your wallet isn’t open. Don’t think about how you could have gone on a date with Claire, but instead paid for her to date a man you despise. All you need to think about is that you’re a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend your days writing out line after line while your wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!

Hour after hour I kept writing. I didn’t know how I was going to explain to my doctor what I’d done to my wrist. I hoped Goddess Tamara would let me talk to them without having to oink at the end of each sentence. No doubt I’d have to beg her to let me make an appointment, and she’d think of some cruel, sadistic task for me to complete in exchange for the honour of being allowed to use my phone again. Why was I so weak for her? She hadn’t even spoken to me today and yet she was all I could think about. Probably because of the propaganda I was writing over and over, drilling it into my sissy skull:

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

“I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life – oink oink!”

It finally got dark, and I kept writing. Midnight passed, and I kept writing. No one spoke to me, acknowledged me, or cared that I existed, and I kept writing. I’m a stinky sissy piggy who deserves nothing more than to spend my days writing out line after line after line while my wonderful Goddess lives her best life, and finally I was making good on that promise. I finally went to sleep on the floor around 3am, in agony, but full of piggy pride for knowing my place and fulfilling my pathetic pansy potential as a line-writing sissy loser.

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(“Summer. The perfect time for vacation, beach fun, and…”) The relaxing Commander looked up from his sunchair. His sunglasses-covered eyes scan the shoreline intently. There was only one girl to look out for, as the Commander exclusively reserved the place for one of his ‘bond-strengthening exercises’. The choice was always difficult, but this time around he gifted the well-deserved vacation to Anis.

(“…Sexy bikinis!”) He finally gets a good look at her once she makes her way back on dry land. Her excited walk didn’t give the Commander much time to take it all in, but he still enjoyed every second of it.

“Commander! Come on, now’s not the time to be a lazy lame sack!” Anis calls out to him.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he was still tired from their earlier session of volleyball. Usually, he would ignore it when Anis was poking fun at him. But at the moment he was in the mood to indulge her a bit.

“But what if I like being a lame-sack?” He responds. Without the sunglasses giving him away, he continues to take in her whole beauty.

(“My god. Those thighs. And her boobs. I knew she was stacked, but seeing her like this is a whole nother level of sexiness. I can’t believe she agreed to wear a bikini this tight…”)

While the Commander ponders on, he’s oblivious to Anis’ teasing retort. He doesn’t want to be stuck with lewd thoughts for too long, as Anis and all the other Nikke still keep things platonic… For the most part. There’s no way he’d allow her to see him with a full-on boner.

In an attempt to get his mind off her alluring curves and delightfully smooth skin, he tries to think of anything negative about her.

(“Oh yeah. She is kind of short. Like, what, 5’2″ or 5’3″? And even with all that jiggle she has going on, her arms look kinda thin… If only she was taller… And put on some muscles…”)

His thoughts derailed in a spectacularly disastrous fashion as he now envisioned an amazon of a girl. Big enough to completely dominate him. The Commander kept having utterly lewd fantasies, which probably only got increasingly depraved the more time he spent with all these sexy girls. Despite his position as a leader, he always had a thing for girls bigger and stronger than him.

“Hellloooo! Are you having a sunstroke or what’s going on?” Anis snaps at him. Somehow she doesn’t notice his pants tenting with an aggressive throb. Partially motivated by a genuine concern, she comes closer to take his sunglasses off.

“…EW! Is that drool leaking out of your mouth!??”

“Huh-? wh- No I’m fine it’s nothing, I swear.” The Commander breaks out of his wet daydream just as fast as he slipped into it. He shakes his head to regain some composure.

“Alright, then get up and let’s have some fun. Just ’cause there’s only the two of us, doesn’t mean you have to lie around in the shade all day. We got THIS after all” She slams down a beach ball into the Commander’s crotch. It definitely caught him off guard, as she takes in his surprised reaction with a mischievous grin. Did she know?

Whatever might be the case, the two of them enjoyed the hot summer day while the sun was still up. A beachball on its own might just be all about some innocent fun, but when your partner is a scarcely clad beauty, the game reaches a new difficulty. The crashing waves and bits of sweat glistening off her skin only made her cleavage look even more inviting.

Fortunately, the rest of the day passed without any awkward encounters. The two of them shared some fun moments and enjoyed their first day on their own. When evening came, they sat together, watching the night sky and talking about whatever came to mind.

The clear sky was decorated with countless shimmering stars. Compounded by the distantly quiet atmosphere of the rhythmic waves, it gave the pair an idyllic end to the day. As fate often comes unannounced, a shooting star grabs Anis’ attention.

“Quick! Wish for something!” She urges the Commander.

“Uhh, sure. It’s not like these come true anyways.” He doesn’t outright dismiss her, but it’s clear by his lack of enthusiasm that he wouldn’t commit to the idea.

“And, what’d you wish for?” Anis continues without skipping a beat.

“You’re not supposed to tell, or else it won’t come true, silly.”

“Yeah duh, of course not.” Anis had her usual grin display. The Commander couldn’t see her, but he could tell by her voice alone. “That’s why I wished for infinite wishes.”

“But then… All infinity of them would also be gone.” The Commander questions why he is evening attempting to argue against her train of thought.

“Nu-uh! Obviously, my second wish was to make it so that anything you wish for becomes true! So now the wishes are all safe. Like when you put all your money in a Swiss bank account.”

“Hmm… I feel like you made it more complicated than you had to…” The Commander entertains her wishful thinking and tries to match her with an equally unconventional idea. “Why not say something like… I wish for shooting stars to fall zonguldak escort every 30 minutes. That way you can-“

Everything stood still for a moment. With time frozen in place, a new reality is born. In the vast distance, the cosmic scenery shifts and bends to the Commander’s wish. They entered a reality in which shooting stars do indeed fall very frequently. Both Anis and the Commander were completely unaware and carried the conversation on like nothing happened.

“Yeah, I know right? Pretty crazy how common these have become lately. I dunno much about space, but someone should probably tell Orion to fasten that belt a bit tighter” Anis muses.

“Well, whatever.” The Commander yawns. He stands back up and stretches his arms all the way out. “I think it’s about time we hit the bed.”

“Your wish is my command… Commander!”

“That’s not-” He stops short of getting worked up and instead tries to mock her back.

“…Just because I propose something doesn’t make it a wish. Or are you gonna tell me you made another super secret wish, like ‘I wish that whatever the Commander things or intends also counts as a wish’ “

On the spot, the Commander felt a daunting presence. A short-lived pause, along the lines of a déjà vu. Without being aware of the weight of his words, another wish was made.

The conversation was dropped then and there, as the two of them retreated to their own rooms, all within their cozy vacation home.

All alone, the Commander wanted to take care of his increasing arousal. He reasoned to himself that he wanted to keep a clear head for tomorrow, as it was their last day at the beach.

(“My god. That body of hers is criminally hot. Does she even know how sexy she is?”)

He jerked off to his vivid imagination painting a picture of an even sexier body. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel the soft touch of her outrageous curves.

Once he was just about to cum, his thoughts ran wild with lewd ideas. He imagined an enhanced version of Anis. One with curves just thick enough that her clothes become too inadequate to handle her size.

(“I can’t wait- if I ever *grunt* witness her nipples can’t be contained by that bikini anymore.”)

The Commander moaned in relief. As he finally went to bed, the already sleeping Anis was restlessly tossing and turning. A tingling sensation caressed her inch by inch. Despite the magical circumstance, the process wasn’t instantaneous. She slept on through the warm summer night, as her hips widened by fractions of an inch, and her breasts kept amassing little bits of weight and heft.

The morning after, the Commander found himself alone outside, wondering where Anis had been. Usually, he’s the late one. Or was he? In an attempt to recollect the past few mornings, the Commander couldn’t grasp some details. Momentaneously, specks of his blanked-out memory were getting replaced with a new normal.

(“That’s right, I’m the one that’s usually out early. She explained to me why her mornings take longer. What was it again? It’s…”)

“Hey, Commander! Sorry again for the delay. I don’t know why, but my clothes have been killing me lately.”

Right off the bat, the Commander noticed that she somehow looked curvier than before. His awareness wrought an aspect of embarrassment. He was able to tell this easily, just by how much he was ogling at her these past few days.

“Ah, yeah. No problem. I can… understand why.”

With every fiber of his being enacting self-control, he glosses over her sexy beach body.

“So, are we ready? You promised we would get some volleyball action going today, remember?”

It turns out, in this new reality, Anis wanted to put off playing volleyball. The fact that she’s gotten a bit thicker already influenced her opinion on all the running and jumping they’d be doing. Still, she liked the Commander too much to outright decline.

After a bit of warmup, the pair was ready to hit the court. However, they wouldn’t be facing actual opponents. The beach has a ‘Nifty Robotics Amusement’ department, specifically designed to entertain visitors. The Commander was just in the process of setting them up for a challenge.

“But don’t make them too difficult. We already get our asses kicked enough outside of vacations.” Anis calls out to him. All the meanwhile, she keeps readjusting her bikini.

(“There’s no way this bra was this flimsy in the morning. One wrong step, and it might…”)

“Sure thing! This is a team-building exercise first and foremost. I’m sure ‘Easy’ will do the trick.” The Commander replies while feigning the voice of an understanding mentor. In truth, he couldn’t pass up on seeing how much jiggling and bouncing a bigger challenge would cause, so he secretly set the system to ‘Normal’.

The ensuing bout of high energy back and forth took the two to their limits. The Commander winced along every time he heard Anis groan during an attempted follow-up. He was fully immersed in fethiye escort their fight for volleyball victory. Despite all that, something strange took control of him. Like a clean-cut incision into his train of thought, all of his attention was redirected to Anis’ cleavage. The way those delicious boobs swayed side to side was irresistible to him.

It appeared that the power of his wish was ramping up. Making sure that the Commander had no option but to look, as Anis’ bikini was about to give in to her ever-growing thickness. He was completely oblivious to the incoming enemy spike.

“You got that one!” Anis yells out.

In one awkward clash, the volleyball hits the empty space between them. While it flies off with incredible speed, Anis tries to make sense of what went wrong.

“What happened? I thought you-” She piped up. Her complaint was disrupted the moment she saw the Commander staring at her. He was so enthralled, it didn’t seem like he even heard a word she was saying.

“I, uhhh…” Silence. No words could escape his mouth. From his perspective, he was in heaven.

What was there to say? Her nipples were hopelessly strained against the bikini top, while her lower half was about to go from a tightened camel toe to completely rip apart. The Commander noticed that she began blushing and averted his gaze from her after an eternity of staring.

“Uhm, sorry about that. I suppose my growth spurts have been getting more extreme lately…” Now that the Commander’s wish was almost fulfilled, Anis began to accept her growth as a natural part of her that she’s had to deal with for a long time.

“I knew it was a bad idea to play volleyball during my growth period. Sorry I didn’t tell you about it before. I thought if we played well, we might finish before I hit another big spurt.” She continues.

“Ah, ohh I mean… *Ahem*” The Commander clears his throat, still looking away.

“I’m sure it must be difficult for you. It’s not your fault that you can’t reach as high, or hit the ball as hard.”

The Commander’s last sentence may have seemed inconspicuous, but he couldn’t help but imagine an even better Anis. One that could reach up the 8’0″ high net with ease. No, what if she was even bigger than that? And had muscles to match? The Commander still wasn’t aware that his dreams could come true.

We tried our best, and that’s-” Suddenly, he was interrupted by a high-pitched moan.

“Unngh! I can feel another spurt coming” Anis trembled on the spot. Her boobs jiggled in the resulting glorious aftermath, while her erect nipples gave away her increasing arousal. Now that his previous wish was finished, the new one appeared to go into effect right away. “Please, excuse me…”

Anis rushes away, as the Commander can only watch on from behind. Her ass had almost completely devoured that skimpy piece of her bottom swimsuit. Those massive cheeks of hers were irresistible to him.

Since the two split up, they didn’t get in touch again for quite a while. The afternoon’s refreshing sea breeze announced the harsh midday sun’s parting, as the hours went by in solitude.

Another consequence of the Commander’s wish was his increasing distance to Anis. Now that the changes were more substantial, their impact on the past was also increasing.

Her beauty was too much for him to handle, so the two never got as close as they used to. With their final day about to come to a close, he regrets his missed opportunities and awkward encounters. Today was only an example of what went down the days prior.

(“If only we could’ve stayed longer… There’s so much we could’ve done.”)

In his high-on-horny mindset, the Commander envisioned an even better scenario. Why have the vacation take longer, when this could be his entire life? Anis and him, no one else on a paradise island.

Simultaneously, Anis was by herself and contemplating what possibly went wrong this vacation. She sat on a balcony and watched the clear sky, her one leg was raised to allow her hand to comfortably rest on her knee. The changes kept enhancing her body bit by bit.

Her posture soon changed to better suit her increasing height. At 5’5″ her longer legs shifted to accommodate for a wider angle. Then the inches kept adding on… At 5’7″ Anis also gained definition for her muscles, which led her to sit more confidently, with both legs stretched out. Because of the wish’s phrasing, her clothes kept up with her growth this time.

(“Why is he acting so coy whenever I’m around? I wish he was more honest about his feelings.”)

During her wishful thinking, another burst of shooting stars flung across the clear sky. Just in time to respond to Anis’ wish. The convergence of two such significant wishes, those being Anis’ growth and the Commander’s changed attitude, forced their past to equally go through a big shift.

The evening came close, as Anis breached the height of 6’2″. Her bikini kept readjusting to the new reality. Longer strings alanya escort wrapped around to still reach around her widening hips and growing upper body, while also turning into sturdier material to resist the weight of her tits. It’s a constant game of catchup, as Anis moans the moment her growing body outdoes her old constraints, only to return to normal shortly after.

Her growing muscles were free from any clothes, so her backside gained deeper ridges, while her biceps and triceps formed accents on her previously thin arms. It wasn’t long until they grew significantly into a sturdy shape, even while completely relaxed.

Without being able to settle for one final reality, the day goes by in constant shift. Anis still grows even bigger in bed, as her feet start to peek out of her bedsheets at 6’3″, only to hit the bed’s frame with her toes when she grows past 6’5″. Her ass expanded further into the mattress, firm and soft all around.

*Poof*

The Commander dreams. He imagines a perfect island, a perfect home, and a perfect partner. Every day, she would wake him up and take him out for a walk. They’d stroll around holding hands, when the moment finally came. He goes down on one knee and admits his love to her. She falls over him with a deep kiss, forcing him to the ground. Her sheer weight takes him by surprise, and even after telling her, she doesn’t let loose…!

He wakes up. The line between reality and fantasy felt blurrier than ever, now that he felt something similarly heavy weigh down on him in his bed… It was Anis.

She snuggled up on him in the night, and now she must’ve grown to at least 7’2″, absolutely outsizing the Commander. Slowly taking in the situation, his other senses put his struggle into contrast. Her touch was soothing and delicate in nature. And her smell was downright captivating him. Suddenly, he wanted the moment to last as long as possible, with his growing partner embracing him in her sleep.

Her long legs reached up and around him, partly enveloping him from every side. Unfortunately, Anis instinctually puts an end to his cuddly prison, as she also departs from her very own dreams and opens her eyes to this new reality.

“Oh, good morning dear.” The tall beauty greets him with a serene voice. She stepped out of the king-sized bed that was barely able to contain her and strutted in front of the Commander. Their relationship had taken a complete flip now that the Commander confessed his feelings for Anis.

The day he asked her out on this trip, she was already growing steadily and had by then passed him in height. That, paired with the fact that she seemed to get stronger and curvier every other day made her irresistible to him.

“How about we start off the day just right?” She asked in a deep morning voice, with a flair of playful arousal.

She looked stunning. Although, unlike his previous encounters, the Commander felt more confident this time. He leans up in his bed to get a good look at her.

“I love you. It feels like every day… You give me something new to love about you.”

Anis came closer, her constant growth was just about to come to an end at about 7’5″. Big enough to easily reach above a volleyball net and slam back uncatchably strong counters. He loved it whenever his tall queen had to bow under doorframes, putting even more emphasis on her beautiful breasts.

“Well, now that you mention it, how about we try something new today?” She leans over the Commander’s resting spot. Her boobs sway enticingly over his crotch, as she gives them a quick grasp to get her nipples erect. Before he could object, she takes off his pants and places his dick between her deep cleavage.

“You love these, babe, don’t you? Let me make you happy~” She envelops his dick completely and begins sensually massaging it with her strong hands. Her arms were now far bulkier, with ridges covering her rough upper arm. Another addition were her subtle trap muscles giving extra curvature between her wider shoulders.

The only responses he can give are satisfied grunts, as he’s utterly overwhelmed by her affectionately lewd behavior.

“Remember what you said yesterday? ‘I always want to give you the pleasure you deserve.’ Well, turns out all I really wanted is to see you come right between my huge boobs~” Anis doesn’t miss a beat and goes on to raise her breasts with a tight grip, drowning his cock in pleasure.

(“What’s she on about?”)

The Commander still had trouble separating truth from trickery, but it appeared that the echoes of his changed past had reached so far, that they in and of themself now also contained wishes that slowly affected his current reality.

(“I can’t remember… when I said that…”)

His thoughts start reeling, while the wet flops of Anis’ tits kept thrusting up and down his cock. There’s no way out of this personal heaven he’s created.

“Oh god… Yes! Anis. Keep going!!” He pleaded, and of course she followed his lustful yelling.

He came like never before. A pleasure so strong, that some stray shots exited her delicious paizuri and covered her breasts. The force and volume of his cum proved just how blown away he was. It didn’t take long for Anis to realize that the natural lubricant was ideal for a second round. She undeniably also loved the feeling of his hard-on plunging into her vast cleavage over and over.

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Summary:

One evening, at a local coffee shop, a man meets Ashley, a stunningly beautiful girl, and takes her back to his place, thinking he’s about to get lucky.

Little does he know, however, that Ashley has other plans, and that she is no ordinary girl; she’s a manipulative, tease and denial artist who sees herself as a superior being, a spoiled princess that always gets what she wants.

And she wants his money.

Fetishes : Financial Domination, Tease and Denial, Bondage, Goddess Worship, Humiliation, Femdom

Important:

1) All characters depicted in the story are over 18 years old of age

2) Do not try this at home

3) Enjoy!

***

A Night with Ashley

1

A couple of hours had already gone by, and I was still handcuffed to the headboard, completely naked, with my arms stretching to the sides. My legs were tied to the foot of the bed; my body thus in an ‘X’ shape.

My cock was pulsating after having been subjected to hours of Ashley teasing and denying me. She looked at me seductively, and placed her lips mere inches away from my penis. “Do you want me to kiss it now?” She asked in a seductive voice. “Oh yes, please!” I answered in ecstasy.

I had met this beautiful girl, Ashley, earlier that evening in a nearby coffee shop. I had been immediately attracted to her stunning appearance: toned legs and silky smooth curves, which were gracefully showcased in the tiny miniskirt and high heels she was wearing, and an exquisite cleavage, revealed elegantly by a cute little top. Her long, beautiful hair framed her gorgeous face perfectly. After a little chat with her, I was certain that she was totally into me, and we came back to my place.

Once in the bedroom, she convinced me to let her restrain me to the bed for a little “foreplay game.” I must confess that, at first, I had some reservations about allowing myself to be restrained by a stranger –especially a girl who carried handcuffs in her purse, no matter how hot she was!–, but, eventually, I fell for her sweet and tender words, as she claimed that she was just a little kinky and that it was simply a fun game that we would both enjoy.

However, hours had gone by already, I was still restrained, and she hadn’t even touched my dick yet. All she had done so far was tease me relentlessly. For example, she would pretend to be about to lick my cock, get her lips mere inches away from it –so close that I could feel her breath on its skin–, but then she would draw back, avoiding contact. Or she would place her hand near the shaft of my penis, as if she were about to grab it, and move her hand slowly through the area around it, stroking the air, teasing me, but never fulfilling my desire to be touched. This had been going on for hours, and I was already in a clear state of desperation.

She brought her mouth close to my dick again. “So, I didn’t hear before; do you finally want a kiss here?” She asked, her beautiful eyes focused on my hard cock.

She pretended to be about to perform a blowjob, making little moaning sounds as her pretty, glossy lips moved so expertly and sensually, only a hair’s breadth away from my quivering dick, but never quite making contact. She continued this pantomime over and over again, making my body shake with desire and my penis tingle in anticipation of what she kept denying me.

“Please, Ashley, baby! Of course I want it! I can’t take this tease any longer!” I begged.

She rose from the bed, approached the nightstand, and took my credit card from my wallet. “Let’s make a deal, shall we?” She asked, returning to my side with my card in her hand. “You want a treat, and I want you to spoil me with some online shopping,” she said, as her nails seductively roamed my torso.

“What?!” I asked, confused, with a faint laugh on my face. “No, no, no. You’re mistaken, Ashley. I like you and everything, but I’m not into that at all. Sorry.” I said with confidence. “Please put my card back into my wallet.”

Her lips approached my ear. I felt the warmth of her breath tickle my flesh, exciting me. “You are not into what? Getting your dick kissed?” She whispered with a subtle laugh as she placed a gentle kiss on my earlobe, sending shivers of delight through my entire body.

“Ashley… I…” Her lips remained near my ear. Her mesmerizing cleavage, with erzurum escort those breasts that seemed to be about to pop out of her top, were way too close to my face now; I could almost smell their sweet, tempting scent. It was a whole challenge for me to concentrate and speak properly. “Yes… I… I mean… I do want to have my dick kissed.” I finally managed to complete the sentence.

“And I promise you’ll get that…” she whispered gently against my ear again, her sensual voice fanning the flames of desire within me, “If you give me what I want.”

“Ashley, please… I don’t… I’m not into…” The moisture of her lips seemed to be burning my skin, and my lust grew stronger as she pressed her alluring body against mine in a provocative manner, so I eagerly let her enticing whispers interrupt me. “You don’t have to be into anything to spoil me. Just do it.”

She turned her attention back to my cock and put her tongue right next to it, breathing around it as she made cute moaning noises that made my dick pulsate with passion. Instinctively, I started moving my hands, trying to free myself. I wanted to fuck her so badly, I needed her touch! I moved my pelvis up and down energetically, hoping to surprise her and make my cock touch her mouth at last, but she always moved back, just enough to be out of my reach, always smiling, enjoying the moment, always in control, not allowing the contact I was dying for. Once I stopped my hip motions, she’d come back to my cock to continue teasing it. This went on for quite some time. A fire inside of me consumed me as her glossy, alluring lips wandered near my dick, almost about to kiss it but never quite doing so. Her tantalizing tongue would come out of her mouth and pretend to be about to lick my cock, travel up and down, near it, around it, licking the air, that thin line of air between her mouth and my starved-of-touch dick.

“Oh my God! Please do it already!” I begged.

“Spoil me first,” she instructed with a sensual, confident voice. She opened her mouth and placed it right over the tip of my penis, all around it, as if she were about to go down on it, while she made sensual gasps and moans. “Spoil your princess, and you’ll get a reward,” she urged again, as she mimicked an intense blowjob to the air around my cock. She made enticing sexual sounds, each one more intense and alluring than the previous one, as she exhaled onto my dick erotically. Her head started moving up and down faster, her moaning kept growing in power and frequency, and her gasps became stronger and louder, as if she were about to cum herself. The air between my dick and her mouth seemed to grow heavier and more agitated. I could feel the moisture of her lips; oh, she was so close! My penis tingled, longing for the touch she kept teasing and denying me. It trembled vigorously at times. My loins actually hurt; they were burning me from within! “I know you want to spoil me,” she’d say sweetly, while gasping energetically over my cock, flooding me with flames of lust. I felt as if a torrent of some hot liquid –some melted metal– raced through my veins, through my testicles and my cock, and was about to set me ablaze from within. My thoughts felt muddled, my mind clouded. I was, in fact, dizzy, as if I were on the brink of passing out. Her arousing, excruciating teasing performance was relentless; she gave me no moment of respite, and so it eventually became physically unbearable. The desire to have her lips on my dick overwhelmed me. I stopped caring about what I was into or wasn’t, about my card. I needed that mouth on my cock, whatever the price! And so, I finally gave up.

“Fine! You win!” I screamed, frustrated. “Buy yourself whatever you want! There’s my laptop, you’ve got my card! Just stop this torturous tease, please, I beg you!” Those words seemed to echo back to my clouded brain as I spoke them, as if I had indulged in gallons of alcohol, and the room appeared to spin around me.

She got up from the bed, laughing, evidently enjoying seeing me in that state. “You’re such a horny, weak pet, aren’t you?” She asked rhetorically, joyfully. I looked at my cock: it was pulsating energetically, and pre-cum was just flowing out of it, like running water out of a faucet. I didn’t know that was even possible; it was surreal. And she hadn’t even eskişehir escort touched my cock yet!

I closed my eyes and let my spinning, foggy head lean back. I was still gasping quickly and needed to get back to a more stable state. “That’s good,” I heard her say. “Breathe in… breathe out… good boy,” she instructed sarcastically, and I heard her sit on my computer chair.

As I returned to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw her on my computer. I couldn’t see the screen from my position in bed, but a few times I noticed her typing the numerical keys while she looked at my credit card. My phone, which was on the desk near her, would vibrate often with what I presumed were purchase confirmation messages. This routine continued for almost an hour.

As she shopped, she sat with her legs crossed in a very captivating manner, offering me breathtaking views of her curves; it was, in fact, a pleasure to watch. She would occasionally glance my way, look at my cock, and, seeing that I was hard just from watching her, she’d laugh in a condescending way, or she’d send me a mocking air kiss, asserting her dominance.

I think that, by that point, I was fully aware that that was no foreplay game, and that I was simply being manipulated. But, somehow, I still felt privileged to have such a breathtakingly gorgeous girl toy with me. And, like an obedient puppy on the hunt for treats, I patiently anticipated my reward. My cock longed to finally be inside that inviting mouth of hers, or, if I was lucky, maybe I’d even be inside that goddess body of hers eventually, and so I did my best to remain calm, wishing for the best.

Then, at last, she was done with her purchases. She walked back to me, slowly caressed my bare legs with her perfectly manicured nails, and lay down, resting her mouth on one of my thighs. My cock grew rigid as a rock quickly.

“Well, I suppose that now you want your part of the deal,” she said softly. I felt her warm breath on my cock again. The heat within me started to rise, just like before.

“Yes! Please, let’s get started!” I exclaimed, in eager anticipation of what was to come.

That girl was able to plunge me into such an elevated realm of lust and desire that, even to this day, neither can I explain nor have I ever felt again. It felt as if she had ignited something primal and wild within me. Had she untied me at that moment –and I’m not exaggerating when I say this– I would have fucked her hard, very hard, for days on end, without stopping, without a care in the world.

She got close to my ear and whispered, “Now, relax, my little pet; it’s time for your reward.” All of my body was tingling in anticipation, all of my senses were on full throttle again. She had positioned herself in a way that allowed me to enjoy those impressive views of her sexy cleavage again. I could almost kiss her goddess breasts; they were so close! The whole scenario was, simply put, a sensory spectacle like no other. A tumult of chaotic –yet extremely pleasurable– sensations raged inside of me, out of control. I began to breathe rapidly again, eager for my reward.

Her lips slowly descended along my torso, beginning at my chest and slowly gliding to my stomach. Her warm exhalation tingled my skin as her mouth passed by, barely contacting my flesh, creating a subtle yet arousing, burning sensation. Once her velvety lips were near my dick, she smiled at me sensually, tucked her long, beautiful hair behind her ear, and, leisurely, placed her luscious lips on the tip of my cock, kissing it sweetly. Oh God! It sent stings of pleasure all through my body. It felt as if a thousand tiny waves of pleasure were washing over me.

“Oh yes Ashley, yes, keep going!”, I said, with the biggest smile on my face, as I encouraged her to continue, as I waited for her to put my dick inside her mouth. I imagined how hard I was going to cum inside her mouth. Yes, of course! I deserved to cum inside her mouth, like an animal, like the animal she had awakened in me! I deserved that and more, I thought, after enduring, for hours, her torturous tease, her ruthless ways.

But as I dreamed, as I anticipated with excitement, with that expression of joy on my face, I saw her sit back and place her hands on my thighs. “I see that you enjoyed your reward, slave boy!” gaziantep escort She said cheerfully as she looked at me, waiting for an answer.

My smile faded quickly into a serious expression. “Wait… what? That’s it?” I asked, confused. She laughed as she answered, “Of course that’s it, loser. We had agreed on a kiss, hadn’t we?”

I started shaking my body, trying to move my arms and legs, in an instinctive attempt to free myself as I screamed in frustration. “Fuck! No! No! No!” I moved my cock up and down, wishing I could touch her with it, while she laughed, an expression of victory spreading across her pretty face.

“Shhh, take a deep breath,” she said softly, as she approached me and put a finger over my lips. I did as she ordered and calmed down almost instantly, yet feelings of frustration still invaded me. “That’s a good boy,” she praised me, and added, “Now, aren’t you gonna thank me for the treat you’ve got? I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.”

I was still infuriated, but, at the same time, it was evident that my lust for her was clouding my ability to think clearly. In any case, I also felt a profound sense of powerlessness, and at that moment it seemed that my only option was to satisfy her demands. “Thanks for the treat,” I finally uttered, almost reluctantly.

“You’re such a good boy!” She praised me with a smile. “I hope it’s clear to you now who is in charge, right?” She added.

“You are in charge.” These words came out naturally, from my heart. She was truly owning me.

“Would you like to know the price you paid for that quick kiss on your cock? You missed all the shopping action before, handcuffed like that,” she said mockingly, as she moved gracefully towards my laptop, letting me see her body again in its full glory, swaying seductively on those high heels.

She came back with a wicked smile and placed the laptop in front of me, showing me the purchases she had made. I couldn’t believe it! She had bought expensive –yet beautiful– shoes, boots, dresses, jewelry, a bunch of gift cards, and even a brand new phone! My eyes quickly scrolled down to the bottom of the list, where the total amount read like a dagger to the heart: $7,489.

I got a heavy sinking feeling in my stomach. “No way! You have to be kidding me! Show me my phone; this cannot be true! You’re insane!” I screamed, starting to get noticeably agitated. She was supposed to be just a hook-up from that coffee place, this was supposed to be a foreplay game, but it seemed that things had gone way too far already.

She laughed again, brought my phone from the desk, and held it in front of my face so that I could see the messages I was hearing before. It was true! It was all there! Angry and frustrated, I tried moving my hands and legs as much as I could and told her to uncuff me, that I wanted to call the bank and cancel the purchases, that her little game was over.

“Shhhh,” she whispered into my ear, slightly placing her entrancing lips against it. “If you behave, you might get more treats,” she murmured, while deliberately exhaling air out of her mouth against my skin delicately, in her provocative and sensual style. Then, she whispered some more, “Get over it already; you’ll just have to make your money back, my pet.” I couldn’t pinpoint whether it was the way she whispered, the gentle and erotic graze of her soft lips against my ear, or her choice of words, but each time she spoke to my ear in that manner it sent very intense, delightful shudders throughout my entire body. I found myself almost addicted to the sensation, and I suspect that she was aware of it.

“How often do you get the opportunity to be this close to perfection?” She asked as she stood up, while her hands gestured to her captivating body in order to emphasize the point. My gaze roamed over her entire figure, from her heels up her gorgeous long legs, to her slender waist and luscious breasts, finally resting on her breathtaking face. She was, in fact, perfect. She smiled triumphantly, because, probably as she expected, she noticed that my eyes were devouring her with desire, that I still lusted over her uncontrollably, and that my dick was hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum, even after everything she was making me go through. She knew she had me wrapped around her little finger. She knew I was weak for her.

“I’m sorry,” I said, finally admitting defeat. “I guess I was a little shocked at the amount you spent. You’re right; I’ll make that money back somehow.”

“Good boy,” she said calmly. “But you are still going to be punished for making a scene before. You need to learn a lesson.”

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Doug and I left school at 18 and went straight into employment. We got good A Level results and could have gone to university but we decided against it. Starting work at 18 means we were getting paid from 18 instead of racking up debt.

Doug managed to get on an apprenticeship that should lead to university later. I found a job as a dental receptionist and also do some pretty cheap night school classes.

And we play chess. Our club doesn’t play in the FIDE leagues. The idea that women should be in separate competitions from men is ridiculous. We play at a much more integrated club. This year we represented our club in a national non-FIDE competition in Blackpool.

I know it’s silly but the first thing I did when we arrived was get us each a hat. Mine was a ‘kiss me quick’ one and Doug’s said ‘put your lipstick around my dipstick’. I planned on quite a lot of that this week.

We registered and joined everyone for the breakfast social on the first day. We were competing against a Bristol club that morning. Anton was about our age, skinny, wore Harry Potter glasses and had a wild afro. His teammate, MJ, was in his late 30s and you’d never mistake him for a chess player. He was bald, clearly knew his way around the weights room in his gym, and his skin shone like polished haematite.

I played Anton while Doug played MJ. We both did well but lost.

“Oh well, Claire. I’m sure we’ll do better in other games. And anyway, it’s about the intellectual challenge as much as the glory of victory.”

“I suppose so. But I must admit I wanted to win. I always want to win.”

“You’re not the only one. Did you see how Anton was looking at you?”

“No. What do you mean?”

“I think he doesn’t just want to win on the board.”

“And what does that mean, exactly?”

Doug leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“I think Anton wants to beat me by getting you into his bed. And frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if MJ wants that, too.”

I whispered back but I am not sure how good I was at keeping quiet.

“Nonsense. They’re good people. I’m sure they just wanted to do well at chess.”

“They want that, too. I’m sure. But I think they want you to go home with special memories of them.”

I didn’t want to have this conversation in the lunch area. I grabbed Doug by his sleeve and dragged him to the lifts. When we were inside and going down to the entrance, I spoke again.

“You don’t seem all that put off by the idea of Anton or MJ and me in bed.”

“I’m not. We live in London and they live in Bristol. It’s not as if you’re going to meet up with them regularly. But if you want to take advantage of social interaction here then that could be quite exciting.”

I didn’t know if I was angry but I was definitely getting worked up by this line of conversation.

“You want me to have sex with them, don’t you!”

“I want you to know that you have my approval if that’s what you decide. You know I’m committed to you being in charge of you. I will fully support you, whatever your choice is.”

“Doug, is this what you want? And if so why? What do you think it would do to our relationship?”

“Claire, I love you deeply. With all my heart. But I know who and what I am. And at some point you’ll probably regret not taking this opportunity. I’d prefer our married life to include conversations about how hot it was when you cuckolded me in Blackpool than the alternative. Because I think the alternative is probably a much less loving relationship.”

“You proposed marriage by encouraging me to cuckold you!” I was shocked.

“You know that I’ve always wanted to stay with you forever. I wish I’d been more romantic. I wish I’d arranged a special evening and got a ring. But yes, I want to be your husband. And I suppose I’m encouraging you. But I won’t mention it again. I don’t want to upset you. And I’ll do a proper romantic proposal when we get home. I’m sorry, Claire. I fucked this up, didn’t I?”

“From a romantic angle, Doug, this was a complete write-off. But I want you as my husband, so that’s a yes. And I can see what you mean about Anton and MJ. I’ll chat with them.”

* * *

“We enjoyed playing against you earlier. You’re both very good. Would you like to have dinner with us this evening?”

MJ gave us both a careful look before answering.

“Sure, giresun escort what kind of evening were you thinking of?”

Doug was keeping his mouth shut, as promised. I was in charge and could do what I wanted.

“Well, we could spend a lot of time out at a restaurant and then a pub. But that’s probably quite expensive and we’re not loaded. So, maybe we could get a takeaway and some tins? You two could join us in our room.”

“For a meal and a few drinks, right?”

“Well, I’m sure we should eat. If we don’t we won’t play well tomorrow.”

“But… ” MJ followed up without committing.

“Well, it’s not about the food, is it? It would be good for us to spend time together. To learn about each other. You and Anton aren’t opposed to spending time with me are you?”

“Just you?”

“Oh, Doug would be present, I suppose. In fact, he suggested that I invite you both up to our room.”

“Claire, I think I need to be blunt. Are you suggesting a convivial evening of food, drink, and conversation or some other form on intercourse?”

“I’m sorry, MJ. I’ve been a bit too indirect, haven’t. Doug got the impression that you and Anton fancied me. I’m going to marry Doug — he asked me this afternoon — but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t play. If you want to, that is. Do you want to play with me?”

“And Doug would just be watching?”

“I think that’s for the best. It’s not a huge bed. So do you want to play with me?”

“I’d love to, Claire. And I am sure that Anton would enjoy it, too. So, pizza or chicken?”

“Pizza, cheap lager, and you two, please!”

* * *

“Let’s save the pizza. A carb bomb like that will just make me sleepy and I don’t think that’s what you want, is it Claire?”

“No, You need to be athletic first.” I said. I’d started taking off my dress.

“Doug, hang this up in the wardrobe, please. Anton, would you be a sweetie and get a couple of towels from the bathroom and lay them on the bed. I hope we’re going to need them.”

When the bed was ready for me to lie down I spoke to Doug again.

“So, sweetie. This was your idea. I suppose I should let you remove my knickers and bra. I assume you want to remove them, right?”

He nodded.

“Bra first. And you can fold it and put it in the case.”

I turned to Anton while Doug was packing my bra away.

“Would you like to lick my nipples?”

He did and he did. I was starting to enjoy being the centre of attention. I had two lovely men getting ready to focus on my sexual pleasure. And my fiancė would watch — and maybe more.

“Doug, now I think you can take down my knickers. Then I’ll be standing naked in front of the two men you suggested I invite up for sex. How does that make you feel?”

Doug made a noise. It wasn’t quite a word but I interpreted it as some animalistic level of base enthusiasm. He was flushed but definitely looked happy and not stressed.

“How many condoms did we bring with us, Doug?”

“Twelve and we have 10 left.”

“Good, that should be more than enough for tonight.”

“Now, Doug, I think you should get me warmed up for MJ. MJ, I think I should get you warmed up for me.”

Doug was keen to get between my spread legs and start licking me and gently massaging my clit. I had trained him well and he knew how to do this. Doug is good at foreplay and he was doing a good job.

MJ undid his jeans and pulled down his briefs. He had a very decent sized dick for me to suck. I got onto my knees and turned around so I could start licking. It only took a couple of tongue strokes for him to start thickening up.

By the time he’d stepped out of his clothes he was pretty stiff and I started to gently wank his foreskin back and forth. But I’m no yoga bunny and resting on just one hand was tough, so I put my right hand down and just started sucking and licking.

He was rigid fast, and Doug had done what I needed.

“OK MJ, rubber up and come inside.”

I lay down on the towels and parted my legs. MJ put on one of Doug’s condoms. It looked like a very tight fit and didn’t reach the base of his cock but it was what we had, so I invited him inside.

MJ’s not quite middle aged but he’s obviously an experienced man while I wasn’t quite 19. He was slow and gentle. He yalova escort gave my pussy time to adjust to his girth and to lubricate his entry. He carefully pushed in a little, withdrew, then came back and eventually went a little further.

I’d only ever experienced Doug, who has a normal sized cock. Doug is great. But this was something incredible. I suppose my clit was feeling him through my pussy. Or maybe it was something else. But it was both slightly painful and one of the most wonderful sexual experiences I’d ever had.

After a few minutes of prep work, MJ spoke.

“I think you’re ready now, Claire. Do you want to work up an appetite for a meat feast?”

I just nodded and he started to saw in and out. He was building a rhythm and increasing his pace. But his thrusts weren’t rough, they were smooth. They communicated his raw, athletic power.

I told him how wonderful it was. I thanked Doug for suggesting this. Then I came. I don’t know exactly how long I blanked out for but it was a good one. I lost all higher mental functions as my orgasm overcame me.

I looked up at MJ’s face. He had a sweat sheen on his glossy skin. He was breathing deep and I could see he was getting ready to cum himself. So I wrapped my calfs around his and put my hands on his bum.

“You have to come before I’ll let you go, MJ. OK? You can cum because I have.”

I’d given him permission and he crossed the line. I saw his face change as he thrust into me and started spurting. And I realised that it felt different. Something had happened and it wasn’t the same as with Doug. It was good but different. Whatever it was it kicked me off and I came again, too.

Doug must have collapsed onto me after cumming. I kissed his cheek and then sought out his mouth. He deserved a kiss after giving me two great orgasms.

“I think it broke.” He said.

“What broke?”

“I think the condom broke as I came. Maybe it was a bit too small. But I think it burst.”

He pulled out and he was right. His foreskin had recovered his helmet and there was no latex around it. A drop of his sperm clung to the tip. I felt between my legs and his goo was leaking.

“Oh!”

I turned to Doug.

“I should be OK. It’s not my fertile window. I’ll be fine, right?”

“I’ll help.” He responded.

Doug put his face between my legs and started lapping. He wasn’t lapping how I’d taught him. Normally, he follows the rhythm I need to approach orgasm. This time he was just licking up MJ’s sperm.

Doug’s not stupid. I’m sure he knew that the sperm that could do the damage would be deeper inside me than his tongue could reach. This was part of his cuckold fantasy. A black man had just cum inside his white fiancėe and he was cleaning up the mess.

“Anton, maybe you’ll have more luck with the condoms.” I said.

Anton, had already stripped. He definitely had a chess player’s body, unlike MJ. But he was packing even more than MJ. I didn’t think he’d have more luck with the condoms.

He stroked his cock a couple of times, achieved a rock hard erection and opened a packet. It was a tight fit. But I nodded and he lay down and inserted himself.

If MJ had not already done the honours I’m not sure how I’d have got him inside. It was an extra stretch, despite all the lube my pussy had been producing and sperm swimming around inside me. Yet again, I felt stretched. The stretch was a little more painful but not much and the pleasure was what counted. The physical pleasure and the emotional pleasure.

Anton needs to build up his skills. I was hoping that he’d have MJ’s savoir faire. Sadly not. He didn’t have a rhythm, just energy. And he wasn’t as smooth as I’d have liked. But he did realise that I couldn’t fit his whole cock inside and he made sure not to bang my cervix. Small mercies!

Despite his stylistic failings, his raw passion was working. I was approaching my third climax. This time I felt the change inside me as the condom split. That was what pushed me over the top. I wasn’t quite aware what was happening and then as reality swam back I knew he was still pumping away and was about to fill me with his sperm.

“Cum inside me, Anton. Fill me up!” I yelled at him as I saw his wild eyes above mine.

I pulled down hard on his buttocks yozgat escort and didn’t let him move. He gasped and then he exploded inside me. I suppose the risk made it so much better but feeling his warm cum spreading deep inside me, pulsing against my cervix, was amazing.

I didn’t let go of his bum. I kept pulling him down, pulling him in.

“That condom broke, too. Didn’t it?” I said.

“Was that what it was? I didn’t know. It just started feeling better suddenly.”

“Now, two men have filled me with their baby batter while my fiancė watches on from the side. It’s probably OK. But you never know. I could be going home with one of your babies inside me. And Doug could never be mistaken for the father if I am pregnant.”

“We can get you the morning after pill in the morning. There are two pharmacies nearby.” Anton said. Such a sweet boy.

“I suppose so.” And I knew I sounded sad. But then MJ spoke and I realised my circumstances again.

“Or, maybe you’ll have twins and they’ll each have a different father.”

I wasn’t sure about MJ’s joke. Anton’s suggestion was good, though.

Doug tapped Anton on the shoulder and he got up, modelling the latest in split condoms. Doug got in place and went to work cleaning me up again.

I had experienced mind blowing orgasms as I fucked MJ and Anton. But they paled in comparison with the deep love expressed by Doug. Doug cared about me as an individual. He wanted me to live a life rich with positive experiences. And he really loved making me cum on his tongue.

Nothing made me more sure of accepting his proposal than having him lick up Anton’s and MJ’s sperm from my pussy.

* * *

The pizza was luke warm and greasy. That fat that congeals on top of pepperoni slices looks nasty. And cheap lager is definitely better when it’s cold, so you can’t taste it.

Anton and MJ both had one more round left in them. Asking them to rubber up seemed like a waste of two perfectly good condoms at this point. Doug could use them and we pay almost a pound for each one.

So, Doug cleaned up both times before thanking our guests as they left.

“How did that make you feel, Doug? They were both very big boys and it didn’t play out exactly like we thought, did it?”

“Not perfect but good. I still want to be your husband, you know. And I will support you if you are pregnant, whatever you choose.”

“Really? Why?”

“You couldn’t see yourself when you blanked out there. But you looked so blissful it was wonderful. You must have been experiencing true joy and that made me feel good. Knowing that I helped you get there.”

“You were happy because I orgasmed when two other men were fucking me? I orgasmed when they came inside me. That makes you happy?”

“Sure it does. You being happy makes me happy. And I suggested it to you because I know I want the best for you. You had a great time and you’ll go home with a happy memory.”

“I might be going home with a baby inside me.”

“If you want. If you are. I’d stay with you, you know. I’m not going to run away.”

“Do you want me to be pregnant?”

“I don’t think it’s right for us now. We’re only 18, still. But I want to raise your children with you. If you’ll let me.”

“To ‘my’ children. Not ‘ours’?”

“Well, it’s up to you, isn’t it. If you want my children then I’d be delighted. But if you want someone else to give you a baby then that would be fine. Only you get to choose.”

“And what if I chose a black father for my baby. You have to admit that MJ and Anton gave me wonderful orgasms today and they are smart and healthy. What if I had a baby that no-one could mistake as yours? Would you hang around then?”

“Of course!” He answered without pause.

“Why? I don’t understand. I believe you but why?”

“I want you. And I want people to know that I am yours and that I love you. If you chose to have a baby with a man who could never be mistaken for me then everyone would have a visible signal of the strength of my love for you.”

* * *

I decided against the morning after pill because I didn’t want the nausea and headaches while I was playing chess. And Doug and I both enjoyed the slight risk that I might come home pregnant.

I took a pregnancy test when we got home and it was negative. My period arrived at the usual time.

And Doug took me engagement ring shopping. Then, as soon as I’d chosen it, we started exploring the best sites to find men to cuckold him. We would like to find a great bull who could join us for our wedding night. Doug would watch. I want him to get a video of my face when I bliss out, so I can see things from his perspective.

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It was a wild evening, Holly thought from her bed the next morning, head hurting from a hangover and her pussy aching. Was that dried cum on her mouth, she wondered as she stumbled into the bathroom to wash her face. She looked into the mirror. Her makeup was totally smudged and her hair was filthy, stringy, and as she felt it, that was definitely dried cum.

She got a cup of coffee and tried to put the pieces of last night’s party together. She thought back to what had happened…

Holly arrived at the party with her best friend, Jan. They were a beautiful pair. Holly was 5’10”, with long blonde hair, long legs and big 38D breasts. Jan was even taller, almost 6′, long brunette hair, and 36D breasts. Jan’s ass was nearly perfect and she and Holly often had sex with each other. Holly thought Jan was amazing, with the most wonderful tongue. Jan thought Holly was her soulmate and loved her deeply. As they arrived at the party, all heads turned as they entered. The party was crowded, wall to wall people. Both girls were wearing tight black dresses that showcased their fit bodies. They loved the attention and they both made it a point to mingle around the room and talk to everyone.

The girls were met by the party’s host, Michael, who handed them drinks and whispered to them that anything they wanted, they had only to ask. He wished them Happy New Year. The redhead on his arm looked very disapproving of Holly and Jan and tugged Michael’s sleeve and they left to talk to the other partygoers. Holly and Jan kissed and promised to catch up later. Almost immediately, Holly was handed a fresh drink by a good looking man. She smiled at him.

“Hi there,” she purred.

“Hi yourself,” he said. “I’m Bobby.”

“I’m Holly,” she said.

“You look great,” he said.

Holly smiled, said thank you, and looked up and down at Bobby. He was fit, muscular and Holly could see the bulge in his pants. She took his hand and led him to a closet that was open. She fell to her knees and unzipped his pants. His cock was aready throbbing as Holly took it in her warm most mouth. Bobby moaned at once and his fingers went in her hair, twisting pulling. Holly sucked that cock until it hit the back of her throat. Her hand cupped his balls and he tekirdağ escort was growling with desire for her. She got up, turned around and lifted her skirt. He pushed aside her thong and plunged his cock deep into her pussy. He slammed his cock in her hard and deep and she came almost immediately. Bobby jerked and came hard inside her and the cum dripped out of her cunt and down her leg. She scooped it up and licked it out of her hand. She straightened up and opened the door. A couple of people seemed to be lingering around the closet door and they scurried away when Holly opened the door.

Holly left to go to the bathroom and she shut the door behind her. She washed her face and hands and was fixing her makeup when Jan came in with two other girls.

Holly smiled as Jan came over and kissed her. “I just had the best sex,” said Holly.

Jan laughed and said, “Me too. And I told these girls all about you.” Holly looked at the two other girls. They were very pretty, with cheerleader looks. Holly walked around them and ran her hand down one girl’s arm.

“You’re pretty,” she said. “What’s your name?”

The girl smiled. “Thank you. I’m Lisa.”

Lisa was fit, with small, perky breasts and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Holly kissed her and was surprised when Jan pulled her off. She pointed to the other girl, also wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

“Jo, lock the door,” Jan said.

Jo went over and locked the door and Jan pushed Holly up against the wall, holding her there.

“I told these girls that you were a naughty girl and they said they would be willing to help punish you.” She winked at Holly and Holly smiled.

The other girls pulled Holly’s dress off and both licked her tits and rubbed her tummy. Jan was watching, and told the girls to get out of their clothes. They stripped and Jan leaned Lisa over the sink and Jo over the commode. Jan and Holly then kissed and licked their pussies. The girls moaned as the tongues licked them.

Jan stopped and said, “NOW!”

All the girls turned their attention to Holly and they grabbed her and pushed her face towards the wall. Lisa rubbed Holly’s ass and slapped it hard. SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! tokat escort Jan smiled as Jo was on her knees, licking the inside of Jan’s thigh, working her way up to her pussy. Lisa rubbed her fingers around Holly’s cunt and pushed them in. Holly moaned and spread her legs even wider. Jan was getting her cunt licked by Jo when she gushed and flooded Jo’s mouth with hot liquid.

“Oh my God,” screamed Jan as her pussy exploded.

Jo licked it as it came in her mouth, dripping out of it. Lisa had brought a dildo and was fucking Holly with it. Jan had an idea. She pulled out a butt plug and pushed it up Holly’s ass until it was in her all the way.

“Now you keep that there until I tell you to take it out.”

Jan pulled up Holly’s panties and got dressed. The other girls were busy licking one another and Jan and Holly left the bathroom. Holly couldn’t believe that Jan had pushed an ass plug up her ass and was making her walk around in the party with it inside her.

She walked around, often holding onto Jan for support. The host, Michael, came over to them and asked them to come with him to his office. They followed him up the stairs to the other room and when Michael opened the door, they gasped. On the floor, tied up and bound, was Michael’s redheaded girlfriend, Mary. She was naked, gagged, hands tied behind her back, ankles bound together. She was on her knees and looked up and saw Holly and Jan. She looked angry at them and angry at Michael for bringing the two girls in to see her in such a state.

Michael smiled. “You like? She’s all yours.”

Jan walked over to her and ran her hand down her back and over her ass. “Michael,” Jan said, “She’s beautiful.”

Holly pulled Mary’s gag out and pushed her foot toward her mouth.

“Lick it,” she said and Mary stuck out her little pink tongue and licked Holly’s foot. Jan picked up a crop and slapped it across Mary’s ass. CRACKKKKKKKKKKK!! CRACKKKKKKKKKK!! Mary jerked and the red marks appeared almost immediately. Holly raised her skirt and grabbed Mary’s hair and pulled her face into her pussy. Jan came over and twisted Holly’s butt plug.

“Look at that, Mary.” Jan turned Holly around, trabzon escort pulled out the butt plug and pushed Holly’s ass on Mary’s tongue.

“Lick that ass,” said Jan. “NOW!”

Mary licked Holly’s ass and Jan walked behind Mary and licked her ass, getting it nice and wet and pushed the butt plug inside her.

Michael was watching, jacking off as the girls were playing. Jan came over him and rubbed his cock and stroked it.

Michael whispered, “I want to fuck you, Jan.”

Jan smiled and slapped his face. “What’s keeping you?”

Michael grabbed her and ripped her dress off. His hands wrapped around her tits and he sucked them and pulled her nipples until they were hard. He licked underneath them and his hand went between her legs and rubbed her cunt.

Holly and Mary, meanwhile, were 69ing. Holly had untied Mary and they were on each other immediately, Mary’s ass pushed the butt plug out and Holly pushed her tongue deep in it. Mary was licking Holly’s clit and Holly exploded with orgasm.

Jan’s fingernails scratched down Michael’s face, drawing blood and Michael slapped her tits hard. SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! Jan moaned and fell to her knees to suck him. He was so worked up. He shoved his big cock down her throat and she gagged and threw up all over it. He made her suck it, holding her hair and pushing it down her throat.

Mary stood over Holly, opening her cuntlips and letting her pee cover Holly’s body. Holly shuddered and fingered herself to orgasm. The pee was hot and Holly opened her mouth to catch some as it flowed from Mary’s cunt.

Jan had turned over on her hands and knees and Michael was opening her ass cheeks and pushing his cock into her ass. Holly and Mary came over to help and they licked Jan’s asshole and Michael’s cock until Michael was entered into her completely. Michael fucked her ass hard and deep as Mary licked it when it came out. She licked his balls and ass, driving her tongue inside his ass, opening it. Holly crawled over and got the ass plug and pushed it deep in Michael’s ass as he came violently inside Jan’s ass. The girls spread her ass and licked out all the cum and shared it with each other and licked Michael’s cock clean.

Holly looked at Jan.

Jan got up and said to Michael. “Keep that butt plug in until the New Year.” Michael nodded and got dressed. The girls got dressed and went back to the party.

The next morning found Holly, her head hurting, wondering just what went on that night. All she knew was that she was drained and covered in cum. The New Year was off to a great start!

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If you have not read the first two chapters I would recommend you do, as this is a continuation of the first and second chapter.

Driving home I am trying to think of a way to explain to Matt about Karen joining in our play time. I decided to just tell him the truth, that she caught me gathering the supplies and I told her all about our play time, and hope he isn’t mad at me. Luckily when I got home Matt was sound asleep so I could put off the conversation until tomorrow, or even later as I don’t work again until Friday evening, and won’t see Karen until then.

The next night as we were laying in bed I mentioned to Matt that I had all the supplies we needed for another catheter sex session. I asked him if maybe Friday evening he could wait up for me after my shift, and we could play. I then began explaining to him about Karen catching me raiding the storage room for our supplies. He was at first worried that she might turn me in for taking the catheter and the other things, so I used his fear of me getting caught to my advantage, to help sway his interest in letting her at least watch or maybe help.

Although she never said anything about turning me in, I told him she had promised not to say anything if we would allow her to watch, or maybe even help with the catheter. I did remind him that at the hospital we always worked in pairs, two nurses, usually female, when catheterizing a male patient, so it would be more realistic, and not out of the ordinary, if she were to watch, or even help.

Matt was really hesitant about Karen watching, let alone helping, but I think he was worried about her catching me taking the supplies. After talking about it he did finally decide that it would be ok for her to watch to keep her silence. I almost squealed with delight when he relented to letting her watch. I knew it would be even hotter for me, and probably him too if she was there. I also was pretty sure that if she helped out he would not object.

Friday at the beginning of our shift I cornered Karen and asked her if she wanted to come to my house after work, to play. A huge grin on her face answered my question without her saying a word.. We agreed to meet in the parking lot after work and she would follow me home, as she had never been to my house. When she approached me in the parking lot I asked her to sit in my car for a minute to talk.

Once in the car I explained what I had told Matt about her catching me in the storage room and, to keep her silence about the theft she wanted to watch. Again Karen gave me a big smile knowing that she understood how I had gained Matt’s cooperation. I cautioned her about being quiet when we got to the house as the kids would be sleeping. As she followed me home I began to get turned on and wet just thinking about how hot this was going to be.

Karen followed me quietly into the darkened house and I led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind us. I had instructed Matt to be in bed, dressed only in his briefs, with the nightstand lamp turned on. I had purposely worn a skirt to work, a rather short one at that, because I knew we would be playing. Karen usually wore a skirt to work and tonight was no exception, and hers was shorter than mine.

We immediately went into nurse mode and began explaining to the “patient” that we were here to insert a catheter for his surgery tomorrow. I had Matt move to the center of our queen size bed so I could kneel on his right and Karen could do the same on his left.

Before we took our positions on the bed Karen pulled the sheet düzce escort that was covering Matt’s lower body all the way down past his feet. While I was opening the tote bag and retrieving our supplies, she had him lift his hips and she slid his briefs down his legs and completely off his body. He seemed embarrassed to be exposed to her gaze, and his penis was flaccid.

As we both knelt on the bed I noticed that Karen’s skirt had slid way up her thighs, and she made no attempt to pull it down, giving Matt a spectacular view almost to her panties. She asked him to spread his legs, lift his knees and then open them as far as he could. I could tell Matt was reluctant to follow her commands, but he did as told.

As I opened the catheter kit, she took his soft penis in her hand and examined the size of the opening in his urethra. She asked what size catheter I was going to use and I told her a 24 fr. She said that was a pretty large size and it may take some effort to get it to go in. I told her that if I couldn’t get it in she may have to try. With a smile she assured me she would if I needed her to.

All the while Matt lay there with his legs spread and his penis on display, as I think he was wondering what would happen if Karen actually took over inserting the catheter. At this point I noticed I only had one pair of sterile gloves, so I would not be able to have Karen take over should I not be able to insert the catheter. Although she is younger, she has been a nurse much longer than me and has much more experience than me, so after explaining the situation, I asked if she would do the catheterization right from the beginning. She readily agreed and I passed the supplies to her side of the bed. As Matt and I had discussed that Karen would only watch, I asked him if it was ok for her to take over, and he reluctantly nodded his head yes.

Karen went right to work, opening the kit and explaining to Matt that she would do things maybe a little different than me. She put on the sterile gloves and placed the drape over Matt’s penis, which by the way, was now beginning to show some signs of life. She opened the catheter from its sterile wrapping and showed him the large diameter of it, and asked if he thought she would be able to insert it. He stammered that he didn’t know, but she assured him with a smile that she would get it in, but it probably wouldn’t be very comfortable for him.

With her gloved left hand she grasped his shaft and began the cleaning process with the Betadine soaked cotton swabs, while explaining to him what she was doing. She mentioned that some men would begin to get an erection at this time, just from having the head of their penis cleaned. As I watched, Matt placed his right hand on my bare thigh for support like he had done in the past, then placed his left hand high up on Karen’s bare thigh, slightly under the hem of her skirt. I noticed that his penis was really starting to grow, probably from her cleaning it, and from him touching our thighs. I also noticed she made no attempt to stop his roaming hand, I think she liked his touch on her thigh. I know I liked him touching mine.

Once the cleaning was finished, Karen instructed Matt to take a few deep breaths and try to relax. She told him that since the catheter was so large, it would probably be more than uncomfortable for him, it might be a little painful, but she would try to be as gentle as she could. With Matt taking deep breaths Karen lubed the tip of the catheter and asked edirne escort if he was ready. He nodded his head yes and closed his eyes while tightening his grip on both of our thighs.

Just watching Karen giving instructions to Matt, and him meekly following her orders was turning me on and making me wet. The stern way in which she told him what she was going to do to him, and the pain his penis would have to endure at her hand, made me almost feel sorry for him with that helpless look on his face. Almost, but it did really turned me on.

As Karen maintained her grip on Matt’s penis, which by now was at full erection, she instructed him to take one last deep breath and she would begin. As he exhaled she began to push the rounded tip of the catheter against the resistance of his small urethral opening. It did not immediately enter so she pushed harder and with a twisting motion and with a loud moan from Matt she managed to advance the catheter about an inch into his urethra. It was not past the bigger balloon part yet, so with another push and twist, and another loud moan from Matt, she managed to advance it another inch or so.

Just watching Karen take control of the whole situation was making me hot. It seemed that she knew exactly what to do and say to ease Matt’s mind and gain his cooperation. I knew that her inserting the catheter just that couple of inches was pretty painful for him, and it turned me on a lot.

Karen then stopped and looking into his eyes she smiled and told him to breathe deeply and relax, and she would give him a moment before resuming. She told him that most men would lose their erections from the pain of a big catheter like this one invading their small, tight urethra, but she was impressed and hoped he would remain hard for her, for the whole catheterization process. After a moment she asked Matt if he was ready for her to continue, and he nodded yes. As she resumed advancing the catheter, just an inch or two at a time, she again spoke to Matt. She told him that a few men, when the catheter passed through the tight passage in their prostate, would involuntary orgasm, and if he did, that would be ok, as she knew he would not be able to control his reaction.

Hearing Karen talk to Matt the way she was, and what she was telling him, that it would be ok for him to cum, was bringing me close to orgasm just listening. I couldn’t wait for what may happen next.

When the catheter was approaching his prostate Karen let him know that it was close and she would slow the insertion process. Again she reminded him if he were to orgasm it would be ok, as it was like a prostate massage, only from the inside. She watched Matt’s face as she ever so slowly advanced the catheter into his prostate. She could tell by his facial expression when it passed through his prostate and I think she was disappointed that he didn’t orgasm, so she slowly pulled it out a couple of inches.

She whispered to Matt, lets try that again, and she began slowly slipping the catheter in and out of his prostate. After just a few in and out strokes to his prostate, Matt responded with a very loud moan, and as he tightened his grip on my thigh, a powerful orgasm swept over him. I watched as his penis began to twitch and pulsate as the catheter blocked the path of his sperm. He continued to moan as wave after wave of his orgasm washed over him, and a small amount of his sperm escaped past the catheter. I had never seen an orgasm of his last so long.

Karen was delighted elazığ escort with the results as she smiled at him and praised him for coming for her. She now began slowly withdrawing the catheter until it slipped from the tip of his still rock hard penis. Once the catheter was out, his pent up ejaculate began to ooze from the tip of his penis. She complimented him for being such a good patient, pulled off her gloves and started to slowly milk the rest of the sperm from his still hard penis.

Karen asked Matt if she was hurting him, and when he responded that he was pretty sore, she increased the pressure and drew another loud moan from him. She then began to swirl her pinky finger around the red swollen opening of his urethra which brought another moan from Matt. She stated that his urethra opening was probably pretty sore also, and when she attempted to slip her pinky finger inside, Matt tried to pull away. She still had a firm grasp of his shaft so there was no escaping her probing finger as he moaned from the pain she inflicted on him. She told him maybe not today, but one day soon she would be able to insert her pinky into him.

I was so turned on from what Karen had done to Matt that when he had his orgasm I had one of my own, without even touching myself. It was amazing what she had done to my husband, and to me also, just from watching. She continued to milk his penis until every last drop was out, and he began to get soft. She smiled and commented on the amount of sperm he had produced. I think she was proud of Matt and herself.

Karen asked Matt if his orgasm had been one of the best he ever had, and he replied that it was probably the most intense one he had ever experienced. She asked him if it was worth the pain he had had to endure from the catheter, and he answered yes. Then she asked him if he would let her do it again next week? He looked at me before answering and I nodded my head yes, then he said yes he would do it again.

Karen’s reply was that if he wanted her to do it again, it would have to be with a larger catheter, as she wanted to use a 26 fr. or maybe even a 28 fr. She reminded him again that it would be more uncomfortable, much more if she used the 28 fr. Matt slowly nodded his head yes, and she smiled and said she was looking forward to next week and stretching out his urethra. She told him she needed to stretch his opening as she wanted to be able to slip her pinky finger inside his urethra, all the way inside eventually.

After Karen left, Matt and I laid in bed and talked over what had happened tonight. He did remind me that she was only supposed to watch, and I admitted that yes, I had let things go farther than we had discussed. He said it was ok and that it all turned out amazing. He asked if I had enjoyed myself watching, and I had to admit to him that I really did enjoy it. He asked me if I knew how painful it had been for him when Karen first inserted the catheter, because it was so big? I told him that yes I knew it was painful, especially when it first went in, because I had watched many men’s faces as I inserted catheters into them, and the pain was usually very evident on their faces and in their vocal response and their physical reactions.

I told him that Karen being so dominant with both of us, just taking over and being in control of the situation was a real turn on for me. He admitted that her taking control surprised him, but he also enjoyed her being so dominant, but he was a little worried about how much more painful a larger catheter would be the next time. I assured him that he would be able to endure the pain, as I knew Karen would never intentionally hurt him.

We, all three of us have, something to look forward to next week. So stay tuned for our next catheter adventure.

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Cindy relaxed for a couple of weeks. She didn’t have to do anything else when she was assigned to the dark room. She would have her final assignment with the next one. Meanwhile, Mindy was getting more and more repeat clients. It had been nine months, and she was three months from her million. She knew she could make it, but this was getting repetitious. It may be time to consider moving up to the next room. She discussed with Cindy and Cindy advised her to stay put until the year was up and then decide what to do.

The final assignment came, and she went to get it.

“This is a new client. He has not been here before. We have researched him, but we will have to see what he is. He lists no specific fetishes but calls everything exciting. Our red staff will have to watch to see.”

She was in his room when he arrived. She was dressed in a short white dress as requested. The entourage unpacked everything and left. She sat on the couch and waited.

He held his hand out to her and she took it and stood up. “My dear, we won’t do much until tonight. Let’s go get some lunch.” They went to lunch and walked around the shops and lake. Cindy wandered what this guy had in mind for that night that would be worth what he paid.

When the sun was setting, he asked her to come into the living room and kneel on the floor. She did so. He asked for her dress, and she took it off. He then tied her hands behind her back. He put a collar around her neck. It was heavy and had places for a bar to be attached on each side. He attached the bar to reveal a ring that went over her mouth, not in it. It was held in place by the collar. He helped her up and put a belt around her waist. He then attached her wrists to the belt. He had her put sandals on her feet and then put shackles around her ankles. They had a varying length so he could make them loose enough to let her walk but could then bind her legs when he pulled them together. Lastly, he pulled a hood down over her head until it stopped at her eyes. It attached to the collar behind her head and on the sides covering her ears. He then took a covering and threw it over her, pulling her head through so it covered the rest of her body. He attached a leash to the collar, and they were off.

When they arrived at the room, it was early and not many people had arrived yet. He sat on a couch, took her covering off, and had her stand beside him. She could see because he hadn’t pulled the mask down yet. He talked to several men as they walked by with their women, but he didn’t offer on any. After a while, he handed her leash to one of his group and went for walk around the room. She stood waiting for something to happen. Finally, when the room was full, he took her leash and pulled her mask down. He then carefully guided her ahead. She had no idea where they were going, but he went slow enough to allow her to keep up. He finally stopped. He then guided her down on her knees. Great, another night of blow jobs. Then she heard something click and felt a something in her mouth. It was metal, and not real big. She had no idea what this was about.

She suddenly tasted something warm and sickening. He was peeing in her mouth. She couldn’t move her head or close her mouth. She had to just take it and try to swallow so she wouldn’t choke. Then he was done. She thought, maybe he was just going to make her swallow his piss that weekend. But then, more piss came down in her. She barely had time to recover before there was another. She was horrified to realize she was in the men’s room, probably between the urinals. He had put her there as a piss slut. That was his thing. Over the next hour, men pissed on her head, her breasts, and her entire body. She swallowed so much piss she started throwing it back up. She was able to push some of the vile mixture past the funnel in her mouth, but most of it she must swallow again. By the end of the first hour, she was delirious and not sure how long she could survive this. The last thing she thought about was how ironic it would be if she strangled on piss and vomit in her last trip to this disgusting room. Long after she had passed out, men continued pissing on her and into her.

When she woke up, she was in the infirmary. muğla escort She was very sick to her stomach and the doctor was standing over her. All the restraints were gone, and she had a hospital gown on.

“Cindy, can you hear me? Please take my hand if you are awake.” She reached up and squeezed his hand. He patted her on the shoulder. “Just rest now. You are safe and you will never go back there. We pumped your stomach, so you will be a little sore for a while. Just sleep. We will talk in the morning.” He gave her a shot and the lights went out.

The next morning, she awoke feeling much better. The doctor gave her a clean bill of health and let her leave. He told her to go to Petra’s office right away.

Petra came towards her when she entered the office. She hugged her. “I’m sorry for that. We really don’t allow that without the girl being aware of that fetish and being prepared. We have a couple of girls that seem to endure that, and they handle men like that. He hid what he wanted and will never be here again. You are done. Please go to your room and recover. We will talk about next when you are ready.” Cindy went back to her room. Mindy knocked on her door as soon as she got home.

“Are you okay? Everybody is talking about what happened. They do that a lot in that room, but only when prepared. You are lucky the red staff went looking for you after an hour, or you would probably have even more damage. I am told they kicked the shit out of him and all his people. They packed him up and tossed him on the next yacht out.”

“I am done with that business. I may be done with this entire thing. Every man I have met has been insecure little men, except for Elliot. I think I am going to take my money and go find him. If he will have me, I will latch onto him for the rest of my life.”

JSJ called for both within a couple of days. When they arrived at his mansion, they waited in the same room for him to appear.

He came into the room in a rush.” I am sorry Cindy. I was in Paris when I heard and rushed back.” He sat and looked at them. They sat looking at each other for several minutes.

“You have earned your two million, and Mindy I am giving you your million, even though you are still two months away.” He handed each a piece of paper. “Here is the information for each of your accounts. I want the two of you to make your next decision not based on money, but what you want to do. I have a proposition for each of you. It is going to sound crazy, like I am one of those men you have had to deal with. I assure you I am not, but I want you to see the truth, the real truth before you make up your mind to what I am going to ask of you. Please follow me.” He got up and went to an elevator. They went up to the top of the mansion.

The doors opened into a giant room. It was elegant, but tastefully decorated. “Welcome to my home, or at least one of them.”

He motioned them to a couch. “Remember what I said the first time we met? You accused me of wanting to “sample” the merchandise.” Cindy smiled and nodded. “What did I tell you? I told you I had three women in my bed at that very moment. The famous one was a model I was dating at the time. Let me show you the other two.”

He led them through a set of double doors into a room they found out was his sitting room in his master suite. He continued through another into his bedroom. It was sort of simple for a billionaire’s bedroom, except for the bed. On the large bed were two naked girls. One was spread eagle on the bed with her head at the foot. The other was where the pillows should have been. Both women had hoods over their heads.

“Ladies, meet my pillows. My father, for some reason my mother hated, has always had me put my head down on a naked woman to sleep. Since I was a little boy, this is what was in my bed. I have never had a pillow in my life.”

Cindy and Mindy looked at each other. They could see what was coming.

“These two young ladies were like you, hostesses. They earned their million and were prepared to leave. I needed to replace the ladies who were here before them. I offered them this position, and they accepted. They have been ordu escort here for five years, and now they are ready to leave. They have more than doubled their money and are ready to begin the rest of their lives. I, therefore, an in need of replacements. I want to offer both of you the opportunity to replace them. Cindy, I know what you hope for with Elliot, and I believe he reciprocates your feelings. That is why I have asked him to come here and see you. I want the two of you to spend the next week here and then tell me of your decision. Mindy, I would like to see if you could start sooner.” He walked to the edge of the bed. “There is something else. “He picked up the pillow girl’s top leg by the ankle, and lifted her leg into the air. It revealed a tattoo on her abdomen, right above her vagina. It was a stylized JSJ. “I have always had this tattoo on each of the women who have served as my pillows.” He went around to the head of each and took their hoods off. Each was a woman that looked to be about thirty. He introduced them to both. “This is Melanie, and that is Jane. They are done and are leaving in the morning. They are going to their rooms here to pack. I would like the two of you to go with them so you can talk to them about this. Is that agreeable?”

Cindy and Mindy shrugged and followed the two women to their rooms. When they were alone, Cindy couldn’t help it.

“Why would you agree to this? It sounds creepy.”

Melanie spoke up. “I completely agree with you. But, at the time, I wanted the money, and he told us we would not have to stay any longer than we wanted. He paid us $100,000 for each month. It’s not so bad, really. You can leave the masks off whenever it is just the three of you. He just doesn’t want anyone in the world to know of this. Just showing you two is dangerous for him. During the day, you are free to roam this resort. You wear a gold medallion that everyone knows is from him. You can get anything you want; do anything you want. It’s great, really. His personal valet, who is a woman, by the way, lets you know when you must be in his bed. Sex isn’t the purpose, but he can get frisky. You will each set your own limits, and he will honor them. Sixty months is six million dollars. I am moving to Miami. He helped me pick out a beautiful top floor condo with ocean views. It is wonderful and I have already closed. Jane is going to France. He helped her buy a nice villa outside Paris. This is not a bad gig, believe me.” Jane stopped packing and nodded.

“He usually uses one as a pillow and the other is a comfort pillow that he hugs at night. Sounds crazy, but it’s not really. We had an unlimited deal with him. He could have sex with us whenever he wanted. He would once or twice a week. If he had his girlfriend over, we had to wear the hoods. It really wasn’t bad. It’s better that we don’t hear anything, and they don’t know who we are.”

Cindy couldn’t help thinking about Elliot. “Thanks, ladies. It does sound like an easy gig. I just may have something else lined up. Mindy might like this. It certainly is easier than what you’re doing now.” Mindy nodded.

They went back into the bedroom to find JSJ sitting on the bed. “Well, am I sick, or what?”

“You’re not sick because that is all you’ve ever known. When do you need an answer?”

“If Mindy could let me know tomorrow, that would be great. I can get by with one for a week. Then, if you decide to leave with Elliot right then, I will recruit some else. Deal?” Mindy promised to give him an answer the next day.

They were returned to the resort. They went to Cindy’s room and sat on the couch.

“Are you kidding me? This guy is nuts, I don’t care how much money he has.” Cindy didn’t want to think about it.

“I know, but he’s a guy who is nuts with billions of dollars. He won’t hurt us, and we could get very rich in a short time. Did you see where those two are going? Miami and Paris, and he helped them buy the places they wanted. I could spend a couple of years with him and never work a day in my life again.”

“I’m going to talk to Elliot.” Cindy decided. She called his room, and he asked her to come to his room.

He osmaniye escort met her at the door and swept her off her feet. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. As he was stripping his clothes off, she was mirroring his movements. By the time he was naked, she was also. She backed onto the bed and spread her legs for him. He followed her and devoured her. He dwarfs her, completely covering her with his giant frame. Her head only came to his chest, and she was completely at his mercy. She helped him into her, carefully. He must be careful. His full size would rip her apart. She put her arms around his chest. She could barely reach her arms together, but she could feel those huge muscles on his back. He was holding himself off her with his elbows. The rocking together brought each to their hoped for conclusion quickly. He tried to roll over, but she caught him, holding him on her. He pulled her up to his mouth, and they kissed and held each other.

When they had finally had a repeat performance, they decided to take a shower and go to dinner.

After dinner, they walked along the lake and sat on a bench. Cindy was as happy as she could ever remember being.

Elliot slipped off the bench, “Cindy, would you do me the honor of marrying me?” He handed her a ring box.

She jumped up and into his arms. “Yes, Yes, Yes.” She started crying. He held her on his lap until she settled down. She put the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. They sat there for quite a while.

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world. We will be very happy together.” They got up and headed for the room to celebrate. After multiple celebrations, they lay in bed resting.

“I need to talk to you about our short time future, Cindy.” Elliot sat up.

“Ok, Mr. St. Johns says I can leave anytime I want. He has already given me the money. We can leave at the end of the week.”

“That’s just it, we can’t. You can’t go with me for now. Where I am going, you would be at risk. James and I have a venture in the middle east. It requires me to be there for the next year or so. I can’t have you there. You would be in danger the entire time you are there. I am going to need you to remain with James until I get back.”

She was in shock. Her entire view of the next year just went up in smoke. The wedding, the beautiful home, ELLIOT, everything.

“I must be with you. I must marry you. If something happens to you before we can spend our lives together, I will die.”

“If we get married before, the world will know about you. James would have to protect you from all of them. This way, no one knows, and you would be safe until I return.” He held her as she cried. They held each other until they went to sleep.

The next morning Elliot took Cindy to meet with James. They all sat down in James’ home to talk.

“First thing, Cindy, I want to congratulate you. The two of you will be very happy together. I am sorry it will have to be delayed. I will do everything I can to protect him from the forces we are dealing with.”

“Thank you for your kindnesses. Is there no way someone else couldn’t go?” Cindy knew there had to be another answer.

“I am sorry. They have insisted it be him to negotiate the deal. We hope he can be done in a few months, but the last one was over a year. I promise you, you will be safe here, and you will have to do nothing. The deal we talked about will be done away with for you. I will leave it up to Mindy to decide.”

They talked about other things for the rest of the evening. Elliot and Cindy went back to his room.

Mindy had decided to accept his offer. She had called his office to tell them that, but they told her to come to the mansion. When she arrived, the butler led her straight to his sitting room. The other two women were sitting there, talking to him. He hugged them both, and the butler took them away.

“Mindy, I am very glad you accepted my offer. If you come with me, I will show you your room. Your things are being brought over.” He led her to one of the rooms the other girls had. While she was looking around, he waited. When she came back to him, he handed her a small box. “This is for you. Wear it at all times you are out of this building, please. It is your protection from anything here. Any staff member will do whatever you ask of them when they see this pendant.” She opened the box to reveal a beautiful golden pendant that attaches to anything. She clutched it to her heart and thanked him.

This was going to be an unusual experience, anyway.

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Here we are, at the start of my last quarter of a year pregnant with alien babies. It’s been kinda intense so far, as you undoubtedly know. Fun, though. Very fun at times. Hopefully more of those times are coming. Now let’s find out together just how far I can push my gravid preggo ass…

THE TENTH MONTH

At ten months along, I was measuring larger than full-term with triplets. I was extremely, ridiculously large. I’m not sure if the usual phenomenon of the fetuses “dropping” into birthing position was relevant given the genesis of this pregnancy, but either way my bump was too huge and heavy to avoid gravity’s pull. It pointed down at a rather alarming angle. And it shot out from the rest of my torso dramatically, protruding by maybe two feet, it looked like. I’m not a tall person, so a belly adding that level of dimension to me looked even more striking than it might on a taller, more reasonably-proportioned pregnant person. Stretch marks had undeniably developed, as had some strained blood vessel-related skin reddening. A body was not meant to grow in this way, and mine was not responding entirely kindly to this extreme level of swelling.

I had a somewhat bizarre vaginal discharge going on by this point, not entirely an occurrence alien to standard pregnancy but quite probably alien in nature this time. The fluid constantly escaping me seemed to be the exact same semen-ish fluid I had been ejaculating for months. It dripped out of me slowly, like I’d always just received a creampie and gravity constantly pulled the load out of me one drop at a time. Could this be the alien hormones preparing me for birth via a sort of lubrication? That was my best guess at the moment. Whatever it was, it was only sexy in theory. A messy pain in the ass in practice, honestly.

A bit more positively, I’d developed a prominent outie navel for the first time in a pregnancy (or ever, for that matter). My belly button had begun to pop several weeks prior, becoming flush with the rest of my belly’s flesh then eventually protruding beyond it. It was now rigid and unmistakable as an inch-long outie, a tiny erection at the apex of my swollen bump. Hot stuff! Very fun to massage as the focal point of my otherwise fairly smoothly-rounded midsection.

I called my nude beach couple friends Stacie and Kyle and we decided I’d go over to their place for a little fun. They never ended up questioning my absurd size or unrealistically long gestational period, which was a big relief. Upon my arrival my colossally engorged breasts were driving me crazy. They were very uncomfortable, desperately requiring my milk be expressed ASAP. I let my hosts know and they asked what they could do to help. It only took a moment of consideration to figure out the best answer to this question. We headed straight to the bedroom and they helped me peel off my tight maternity clothes. I laid on my back on their bed, one of them on either side of me. And they breastfed from me. It was pretty damn hot; I was blown away that this act hadn’t occurred to me to try previously. They suckled for about 15 minutes, definitely getting multiple ounces each. The milk dripped sloppily from Kyle’s mouth, stickily down my hefty breast and his chin and chest. Stacie drank more cleanly and quietly. I very much enjoyed both drinkers attached to my tits.

Once I was comfortably drained they assumed kneeling positions next to me while I continued my supine situation. “What do you want to do next?” Stacie asked. I was able to get Kyle’s cock in my hand without moving my ass, so that’s what I went with. He was already hard, having been playing with himself some during the breastfeeding. I stroked slowly and deliberately, looking straight into his eyes as he hungrily took in my gravid physique. After a minute of silently watching me jerk off her husband, Stacie began enthusiastically rubbing my belly. “Your belly is so huge,” she said in a breathy, sexy voice. “You’re just about to burst, aren’t you?” I loved a bit of slightly dirty talk about my hugeness, it turned out. She kept rubbing all the round and soft bits of me, really getting in there and exploring the entirety of the bump as Kyle watched her every movement.

“I need you in my mouth” was the conclusion Stacie arrived at after the massage had gone on for six or seven minutes. She positioned herself ever so carefully above my belly, somehow managing to hold herself high enough to only rest gently on my ultra-protruding center. It was almost comfortable, definitely acceptable for the time it took to be eaten out by a sexy woman. Her pussy wound up right at my face, too, of course; so I began eating her out in turn, my hand continuing to work Kyle all the while. My hormonal sensitivity and her knowledgeable technique combined to create a whirlwind of pleasure. It felt like my cunt was delightfully on fire, about as alive as it had ever been. Every sensation was enhanced, brought into focus under the powerful sensory microscope of this intense pregnancy. bursa escort I tried my best to return the favor, hampered most by my own moans as they escaped my mouth. Stacie’s pussy was nicely flavored and nicely hairless (unlike mine!). Her clit seemed swollen in my mouth, increasingly so as I continued sucking and tonguing it. She released more than her share of moans, too.

Kyle’s dick was getting ever harder in my hand, probably approaching climax. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I managed with his wife’s cunt never leaving my mouth. He moved himself into position down at my crotch and maneuvered himself to enter me while his wife kept sucking my clit, his abdomen pushing into the top of her head with each thrust. The pressure of my pussy being filled while I continued to be orally stimulated was divine. A pregnant woman was meant to be serviced by two at once, simple as that. He humped for three or four minutes before his rhythm turned jaggedly orgasm-adjacent. I removed my face from Stacie’s crotch to let one of my greatest desires be known: “Finish on my belly.”

Stacie quickly removed herself from her position covering my entire midsection, taking Kyle in her hand once he’d exited my pussy. She jerked him off quickly right over the bump, finishing him within another 30 seconds. He shot far and long, his load gratifyingly voluminous. My belly was more than big enough to contain the whole of it, of course. Stacie started spreading the cum around me without even needing prompting, apparently very much on the same page as me. The whole bump was coated in short order as Kyle watched his wife play with his seed on the belly of another woman. By the look of everyone’s widened eyes, the sight was pretty hot for all of us.

Once I was fully coated and she was finished playing in the mess, Stacie leaned her head over and began licking the load off of me. Kyle tried to stroke himself to this sexy image but seemed to find his refractory period still ongoing. He moved to between my legs instead, rapidly finding my clit and proceeding to suck on it. His wife licked me entirely clean as he licked my cunt to another climax for yours truly. Kyle’s cunnilingus method might have been clumsier than his wife’s, but it was enthusiastic and more than enough to get me off again. It didn’t take much at the moment, as the many acts the three of us had engaged in had my head spinning and libido positively raging. I secretly harbored the fantasy that these two would ask me to move in with them for the remainder of my pregnancy and would service me 24/7. I’d masturbate thinking about this distant possibility later, that was for certain.

Considering the dalliance, I felt I’d been much more attracted to Stacie than to Kyle. I was attracted to Kyle and everything, but servicing and being serviced by a woman apparently did more for me at this moment. Had my more-intense-than-ever horniness awakened something latent within me, forever turning me on to the possibilities of women? Or was a bit of lesbianism just another oddity brought on by alien gestational hormones? Couldn’t say for sure. I hoped the former, honestly. If true, that would bring a whole 50% of the world into sexual relevance for me going forward. That was an attractive and arousing proposal indeed. I wondered if I’d be a hornier person in general following this pregnancy’s sexual revelations. It was hard to imagine losing my libido, but I had been inside it for a solid 10 months at this point. Hard to conceptualize a less horny version of myself when I’d been so horny for so long. I really enjoyed being turned on near-constantly. It had truly been a fun pregnancy thus far, on balance.

THE ELEVENTH MONTH

By this point I could barely even move; I found myself on self-prescribed bed rest. My size made being on my feet for any appreciable amount of time distinctly unpleasant, moving around on my feet far worse. I rarely left the house unless absolutely necessary. When I was on my feet, things didn’t go so well. Hard as it was to baby-proof a home, preggo-proofing was even harder. How could you redesign the layout of your home so that an impossibly protruding belly doesn’t smash into or knock absolutely everything over, and painfully at that? You simply couldn’t. I was nearly the same size now as the dang Octomom had been at the peak of her ridiculous pregnancy. I’d have needed a mansion’s-worth of space to prevent my gravid self from destroying my more delicate possessions.

Much of my body felt like it was going haywire. My nipples wouldn’t stop leaking. Nor would my pussy, whether that was the aforementioned ejaculate-like substance or a bit of urine escaping with my every movement. Swelling was out of control. None of my shoes fit anymore. None of my maternity wardrobe could cover all my many, many curves. Belly movements had gotten progressively more pronounced and common as room in there ran out; the alien babies slammed against the walls of my uterus çanakkale escort just about 24/7. The less said about my gastrointestinal issues the better; I’ll just mention that in any given moment either far too much or not nearly enough was going on in that department. Smells were nauseously getting to me again, as they had during my morning sickness-ridden early pregnancy. My hair looked absolutely wonderful, incidentally. It truly had that pregnancy hormone glow to it.

Amidst all this turmoil my libido was at least as raging as ever, though I rarely had the energy to do much about it. Darren, one of my favorites of the internet perverts I’d encountered, was now making home visits two or three times per week to satisfy me. He had to do pretty much all the sexual heavy lifting at this point. And that included some literal heavy lifting, as the bump was too massively in the way to be easily worked around. Darren would have to heave the belly up and onto his shoulders and the back of his head in order to go down on me, for instance. I worried he’d suffocate while he was down there, but he remained game and apparently did manage to breathe.

He could still contort himself enough to enter me, but pretty much only in doggystyle. My ass hadn’t expanded so far as to outmatch his decent-sized cock; he could overcome my swollen cheeks and get several inches inside me. I could no longer reach down and around my belly to stimulate myself, so in this position I had to rely on less intense vaginal orgasms rather than superior clitoral ones. It was kind of a shame. Also from behind, Darren would frequently fist me. He still had another fist free to massage my clit, so I came to prefer this act to penetrative sex at this point of pregnancy progression. I suppose I’d developed a taste for being stretched out in this fashion a few months back. My pussy would take Darren in up to his wrist without a problem. It still felt like it could’ve accepted more, but we never pushed things beyond the one hand. On all fours and moaning with someone wrist-deep inside me, I must’ve looked like more like a cow than a person during these occasions.

Bumpjobs remained a viable way to get Darren off, if not doing all that much for me beyond inspiring general arousal. I could still manage to push his cock down into my belly flesh as he thrusted: that was easy enough. And it was, of course, a solid way to ensure my bump received Darren’s load. Sometimes he used the fatty creases between my belly and thighs, working his cock into these crevices and humping away. I very much enjoyed this creative use of my bloated body. Darren liked it when we played with my lactating tits, too. It had gotten progressively easier to lactate anywhere and everywhere: currently, the challenge was in not leaking my milk all over the place. He’d milk me and soak us both, I’d milk me and soak us both, he’d feed from each tit: anything sufficed that would keep me comfortably drained and him nice and sticky.

As much as I still loved to get a hot load of semen on my belly, my cravings had shifted to include swallowing Darren’s cum, too. He’d kneel next to my face, shove his dick right in my mouth and start humping: very little motion was required of me, luckily. It took him a while to get off like this, but I have a big enough mouth that it never really got uncomfortable to hold him in there for a while. I’m not sure why I started desiring more oral loads. I was hungrier for food in general during the pregnancy, which I suppose could be one possible explanation. Anyway, I really came to like it when Darren shot right down my throat.

And he was happy to oblige, as he seemed to be about basically everything. I felt like a preggo queen when I was with him. Darren never questioned why I was as big as I was or pregnant for so long, or why my belly moved with such inhuman dramatics. He’d been honest about the fact that his interest in me would not continue past the pregnancy, though. This saddened me given how great things were between us, but I certainly appreciated his forthrightness. I wondered what would become of me romantically once I was done gestating. I didn’t love thinking about that.

THE TWELFTH MONTH

Well, this was it. The end of one wild year.

My size was intense. I was measuring about 60 weeks for a singleton pregnancy. How do they come up with these things? No one’s ever been close to pregnant that long, so why does this measurement exist? It’s kinda bizarre. But, I suppose it does demonstrate just how large I became. I was sporting a 54″ waist at the apex of this pregnancy, if that’s at all helpful to visualize. I’d gained 97 pounds, weighing 231 at my heaviest. When pregnant with (all-human) twins, for comparison, you’re not supposed to gain more than 45 pounds. So, my weight gain had more than doubled that. I was truly thick, in other words. With my previous pregnancy (my second overall), I had topped the scales rize escort at a mere 165 pounds. My belly was far more massive this time. As was literally every other part of me. “Gravid” no longer quite covered it in the end.

My water finally broke in quite dramatic fashion. Darren was paying me a service visit. With all four of our arms lifting my colossal bump out of the way, we’d managed to maneuver ourselves for some missionary-style penis-in-vagina intercourse for the first time in quite a few weeks. It felt great, and I got off from just two or three minutes of quick fucking. My orgasm, though, was accompanied by something else. A flood of liquid was released onto my partner’s crotch, and not my usual alien-pregnancy ejaculate. It was alarming at first, naturally. Had my bladder accidentally erupted? Was this something broken within me, potentially something alien in nature? Once the slightly sweet smell hit me, though, I flashed back to my previous two labors and knew that this was just my water breaking. The scent was unmistakable, olfactory memory being such a powerful phenomenon.

I called the babies’ alien parents, “Jim” and “Laura,” who had told me they wanted to be contacted as soon as my labor began. They’d been staying nearby for the past few weeks as they waited for me to officially enter the process of childbirth. I’d been assured that I would have plenty of time to meet up with them and still safely deliver the babies. Couldn’t be sure how they knew this so certainly, but they had tended to be trustworthy thus far so I went with it.

Contractions had been going on for several hours, I realized on my way over to their hotel. I had been writing them off as Braxton Hicks, but in retrospect they felt to me like the real deal. Painfully insistent, coming at regular intervals, occurring this late in the pregnancy: all the telltale signs had been there. They weren’t so close together as to suggest imminent birth just yet, though. I made it into the parents’ company with time to spare.

A lot of what constituted the alien birthing process was completely beyond me as it was happening. And it still is. But I’m going to describe it for you anyway, of course.

Their hotel suite was bathed in a familiar red light, the same calming glow that had accompanied the initial news that I’d be carrying alien babies. It brought me instant stress relief once again. A white-sheeted hospital bed, looking extra wide and rather deluxe, occupied the center of their spacious accommodations. I was instructed to disrobe and make my way to lay down on the bed. Jim’s and Laura’s eyes widened comically at the sight of my giant nude pregnant body as I assumed my supine position at the center of everything.

They disrobed, too, donning latex (or something like it) black jumpsuits once they’d lost their more standard street clothes. The crotches were cut out out of the suits, their genitalia on full display. This was an interesting development indeed. I flashed back to when they’d impregnated me, how sex between the two of them had been part of the proceedings. I wondered if I was similarly in for a sexy show from my hosts on this blessed day.

Jim and Laura traveled around the perimeter of the room lighting candles colored the same shade of red as the calming light. Once they were aflame and their light and oddly pleasant scent hit me, the level of calm in the air definitely felt as though it increased. They each picked up a candle once they’d finished their task, bringing them over to where I was laying. Before I could even think to protest, the lit candles were both above my belly and dripping their wax onto me.

The hot wax only hurt for the briefest of moments when hitting me; once I realized how little discomfort was being inflicted, I decided to hang on and see where they were going with this. They deliberately moved the candles’ positions above me, eventually coating the whole of the bump in the brightly colored wax. Apparently finishing applying the material, they both disappeared out of my view for a few minutes. The wax fully dried onto me; when Jim and Laura returned, they very tenderly peeled it off my skin, afterward lifting the product to show me a perfect wax mold of the bump. I wasn’t sure why we engaged in this particular activity, but the result was certainly interesting.

Next, the couple took care of my body orally. Jim worked my tits, draining both of them about as much as was humanly possible. It probably took seven or eight minutes per breast, a very thorough feeding indeed. Meanwhile, Laura ate me out comprehensively. She didn’t just focus on the clitoris, though there was plenty of that thrown in; her tongue, lips, and suction explored my lips and hole, too. It felt as though her tongue was able to shoot abnormally deep into my opening (much to my pleasure). Was her tongue extra long and extra wide, maybe even inhumanly so? I certainly felt more filled-up than you might expect from your average human tongue. Why did the two of them work me so extensively with their mouths? Might this be some sort of cleansing ritual? Some form of sexy preparation for the most baby-related aspects of my anatomy? Whatever was going on, he relieved a great deal of pressure in my breasts and she got me off three times over. We all seemed to be having a fun labor so far.