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The San Francisco offices of the Hearst Communications group occupied a fashionable highrise in the downtown area. The building hosted the main offices of Cosmopolitan for Futas, Futa Housekeeping, Futa’s Day, and Oprah Magazine but for Futas, as well as a laundry list of other web and advertising media that catered to the hermaphrodite population. As San Francisco had the largest population density of futanari in the entire United States, it made sense that the futa branch of the Hearst publishing empire would base itself there. There was also the added benefit that this kept a building full of horny dickgirls a safe distance away from the main corporate offices in New York.

Evangeline DeTimitayo was Editor in Chief of Cosmo: for Futas. The head honcho. The big cheese. She stood in her posh corner office and looked out over the rooftops of the city as she sipped her morning coffee and nursed a jetlag hangover. She’d just returned from New York the previous night. She loved her job to death but the commute between Frisco and Manhattan for the monthly executive meeting was a bitch and a half. She was in no mood for any shenanigans, that was for sure.

“Buzz!” said her tabletop intercom. Shenanigans incoming.

Evangeline depressed the button on the intercom.

“Yes?”

“Miss— Unf! Valerie—urp! Song here to see you, ma’am—Oof!,” answered the breathless voice of Evangeline’s secretary, Shelly Hams.

Evangeline’s shoulders slumped and she set her coffee down on the table. The headache nagging at her temples got a little worse. Valerie fucks everything that moves, why not fuck her morning, too?

“Tell her I’m not available right now.” Evangeline didn’t try to keep the exasperation out of her voice.

She didn’t need the intercom to hear Shelly’s scream. It came right through her office door. A throaty howl of mingled pain and pleasure, followed by a shudder like a tiny earthquake that sent ripples through her coffee. An expanding puddle of jizz began to seep under the door, bringing with it the heavy scent of sex.

A few seconds later, the intercom buzzed again.

“S-she’s very insistent, ma’am, oooohoohhhhhhh—” Shelly’s voice moaned from the speaker.

Evangeline sighed and depressed the intercom button.

“Fine,” she sighed again, “send her in.”

Outside the Editor in Chief’s office door, Shelly Hams’s petite body bobbed on top of a bloated belly so large that it covered the surface of her circular desk, overflowing the sides so that she looked like the top of a gigantic flesh muffin rising from a pan. Her slim legs dangled from the back of the jiggling sphere, a fountain of thick, creamy cum gushed from between them.

“Ms. DeTimitayo says you can go right in—urp!” Shelly burped, rolling back and caressing her overstuffed belly. Her neat little secretary suit had been wrecked. Her business jacket looked more like a vest, and what remained of her suit skirt lay across her buttocks like a tattered washtowel. She moaned and rubbed the bulge of her cum-stuffed stomach.

“Thanks, Shelly!” said Valerie brightly, taking her finger off the intercom button and giving Shelly’s gurgling stomach a loving pat.

“My—urp!Pleasure!” Shelly burped again, a bubble of hot cum escaping her lips. She wiped her mouth on a slimy sleeve.

Valerie stuffed her massive, still-dripping sex sausage back into her yoga pants. The bulge looked like she was smuggling a veiny baseball bat down her right leg. Satisfied that her outsized equipment was (relatively) under control, Valerie strode into Evangeline’s office.

Evangeline had her back to the door when Valerie walked in. bayburt escort She was looking out at the city. The fortysomething Editor in Chief had the body (and booty!) of a woman in her twenties. Sculpted by the kind of diet and exercise only a lot of money could buy. She dressed in a smart white, ruffled blouse and black skirt. Her nicely-sized cock was stuffed into a very fashionable black silk sleeve with the tip only just visible below the hem of her thigh-length skirt, as was the fashion for high powered futa executives. Her shining, golden-blonde hair was expertly coiffured into a stylish pompadour. A large, triangular earring dangled from each ear and she wore a Harvard class ring on the middle finger of her right hand. The gold ring’s gaudy stone glinted in the sunlight as it clink clink clinked against her coffee mug.

The two women could hardly have been more opposite. Well…. maybe if one of them were Black or something…. or a man…. but they were very different all the same! Where Evangeline was slim, manicured and effeminate, Valerie Song was big, rough and rowdy. She was imposingly tall, broad-shouldered and broad-hipped with long, muscular limbs, big boobs, and a bodacious booty. She was especially proud of her biceps, which would have looked impressive on any man, much less a woman. Her jaw was strong, almost masculine, but softened by her Korean features so that it emphasized her exotic beauty, rather than detracted from it. Then of course there was the bulging outline of her legendary dong, which ran all the way from her grapefruit sized balls to just above her right knee and was fatter than her forearm.

Valerie was still dressed in her yoga outfit from earlier that day: a cum-soaked blue sports top, yoga pants, and black high-top sneakers with neon green laces and liner. She wore her long, ink-black hair tied up in a bushy ponytail and had her Oakley sunglasses resting on the bill of her Forty Niners ballcap.

“I’ll thank you not to track jizz on my carpet,” said Eva, her back still turned.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Eva.” Valerie ignored Eva’s request and squish-squashed her way over to the broad, white desk. She slapped a slightly jizz-speckled copy of December’s Cosmo: for Futas onto it.

“And here I thought you were just happy to see me,” said Eva, turning around and setting her coffee cup on the desk.

“This quarter-chub isn’t for you and you know it!” Valerie huffed.

“Yes, that reminds me, I’d appreciate it if you’d stop cumflating my secretaries; we’re starting to feel all that maternity leave on our bottom line,” said Eva.

“Don’t worry, I fucked this one in the ass.” Valerie brushed Eva’s comment aside with a wave of her hand.

“Speaking of feeling it on the bottom line!” Shelly shouted through the door.

Eva pressed the button on her intercom. “Get back to work, Shelly,” she said.

“I can’t reach my keyboard!” Shelly yelled.

“Or her intercom,” Val added, helpfully.

Eva glared at Val and leaned over the intercom.

“Never mind, Shelly. Better take the rest of the…. afternoon?” Eva looked up at Val.

Val shook her head and pantomimed the image of her stomach bloating up.

“Tomorrow?”

Val puffed out her cheeks and her imaginary stomach swelled again. Eva sighed in defeat.

“I hope you’re happy. Now I’m stuck getting my own coffee for the rest of the week,” Eva griped, plopping herself down in her posh office chair and throwing one leg over the other. “So why are you here?”

Valarie sat down angrily in the chair opposite.

“You bartın escort buried Dickgirl Diaries!” She smacked the magazine with the back of her hand. “It wasn’t even in the table of contents!”

“We had to make room for a lot of new features in this issue,” Eva explained. “It was nothing personal, I assure you.”

“Nothing personal?!” Val scoffed. “You split it up across five pages! I couldn’t tell if I was reading my story or doing a scavenger hunt! What’s the deal?”

Eva sighed and rubbed her temples. She leaned forward in her chair and steepled her fingers.

“Look, Val, I’m gonna level with you,” said Eva. “The board of editors is talking about phasing out Dickgirl Diaries.”

“What!?” Val jumped to her feet, slamming her hands on the desk. The sudden motion sent droplets of jizz speckling across Eva’s desk, blouse and face.

Eva wiped a glob off her cheek and tried unsuccessfully to shake the viscous goop from her hand before giving up and wiping it on the edge of her desk.

“Val, your stories just aren’t a draw any more. They’ve gotten stale,” she explained.

“Stale?? My stories are red hot, and millions of readers stroke themselves off to them every month!” Valerie grabbed a handful of her firehose-like cock and gave it a few pumps.

“Let’s take a look at a few of your recent submissions, shall we?” Eva opened a file on her computer. She turned the monitor around so Val could see and began to read the titles.

“Valerie goes to the library.” The screen showed a photo of a half dozen sexy librarians bloated up like human balloons, their stretched out holes gushing with cum.

“Valerie takes the train.” A flood of jizz poured from the windows of several train cars as bloated passengers waddled groggily around the platform.

“I was having an off day that day,” said Valerie. “Usually they can’t walk afterwards.”

“Valerie goes to the water park,” Eva continued. The screen showed a dozen cum-stuffed men and women bobbing helplessly in a swimming pool that itself had been flooded to the brim with spunk.

“Okay okay, I get your point—”

“Valerie goes to the car wash,” Eva interrupted, pointedly. The screen showed a bevy of college co-eds, their bikinis burst by their bulging bellies. The cars they were supposed to be washing had been liberally basted in a thick coat of Val’s sperm.

“Okay! Okay!” Val threw up your hands. “I get it! So what? I write about my life! These stories are all true!”

Eva’s expression became sympathetic and she flipped the monitor back around.

“Look, Val,” Eva sighed and intertwined her fingers. “I get that life’s not easy when your jizz is the most powerful aphrodisiac known to science and everyone who sees you wants to jump your cock.”

“Almost everyone,” Val corrected.

Eva preened and blew Val a kiss before putting her business face back on.

“I feel for you, Val, but your stories just don’t fit the image Cosmo: for Futas is going for any more.”

“What ‘image?'” Val put air-quotes around “image.”

“Cosmo: for Futas is about teaching futa girls aged sixteen through forty five how to be confident, stylish and sexually independent while also advancing a positive depiction of the futa community. You make it look like we’re all sex-crazed maniacs who will fuck anything that moves!” she exclaimed. “We’re trying to make futas look respectable and your… escapades are frankly not helping.”

” ‘Respectable?’ ” Val snorted. “In your last issue the cover story was ‘this season’s hottest cockrings!’ You’re telling me that ‘advances ığdır escort a positive depiction of futas?'”

“Focus, Val!” Eva pounded her fist on the desk. “Our subscribers don’t want to read about you turning an endless parade of men and women into human blimps! They need someone they can identify with. They need real emotions. They need drama!”

“Drama? Like what?” Val scoffed.

“I thought you’d ask that,” said Eva. A sinister smirk creeping up her lips. Val didn’t like the look of it.

Eva pushed her intercom button. “Shelly, are you still there?”

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon!” she answered, still yelling through the closed door.

“Send in Ms. Magnum if you please,” Eva instructed.

“Ms. Magnum? What is she, a porn star?” Val laughed.

The door swung open to admit a sullen girl in her late teens. Eva winced as the gloomy youth carelessly tracked yet more of Val’s gooey sperm onto the carpet with her high-heeled biker boots. The curvature of Shelly’s cum-packed belly was just visible beyond the door. It looked like several people were trying to move the hopelessly-stuffed secretary but every time they pushed on her stomach, they only succeeded in unleashing an explosive belch of spunk from one or both of Shelly’s ends. The door swung slowly closed, making a slussshhhhhhhh sound as it dragged through the sticky mess on the floor.

The girl was shorter than Val, but not by much, and she looked even shorter because of her perpetual slouch. Her head was bent over her phone, upon which she was texting furiously. Her long, black hair formed a curtain over her face that also shielded her phone from the glare of the window. She was scrawny, dressed in a black leather jacket over a black T-shirt that bore the logo of a band called “Slam Bake.” The front of her jeans skirt was acid washed until it was practically white, and beneath it she wore tight leggings striped in various shades of orange. Valerie’s practiced eye also didn’t miss the telltale bulge of a truly-impressive cock stuffed down the right legging: it came down to her knee and was thicker than the -admittedly scrawny- leg it was hugging. Its huge size gave the girl a lopsided gait.

‘Magnum’ indeed. Thought Val.

“Valerie, meet Tasha Magnum,” said Eva, gesturing toward the sullen girl. The girl, for her part, did not look up or acknowledge the presence of either woman in any way.

“Hi, Tasha!” Valerie waved cheerfully.

Tasha lowered her head until both her face and her phone were completely concealed by her thick curtain of hair.

“Not much of a talker is she?” Val jerked a thumb in Tasha’s direction.

“Well I’m sure you’ll get to know each other soon enough,” Eva grinned evilly. “After all, she is your daughter!”

“My whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—”

Val’s Forty Niners ballcap popped off the top of her head and flew into the air vent, where it was sucked through the building’s maze like ventilation system until it reached an exhaust port on the roof, got briefly stuck, then rocketed upwards into the sky where it struck a passing seagull. The seagull was knocked out by the force of the blow and fell down into the street, splatting onto Luigi the crepe chef’s car windshield.

“Mama mia!” he shouted in a panic, swerving across oncoming traffic and driving his car through the front window of a trombone store.

“Womp womp!” played a trombonist who was in there trying out new trombones. Val’s $400 Oakley sunglasses fell out of the sky and landed perfectly over his eyes. He grinned and a glint of light ricocheted of his tooth with a “ting!” sound.

“-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” Val’s eyes bulged. “Also, dammit; that was my favorite hat, and those sunglasses were expensive.”

Car horns blared and a column of smoke rose outside the window behind Eva.

“Drama boooooooomb!” sang Eva to accompanying jazz hands.

End of Part 1 (there will be more fucking in part 2, I promise).

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Sofie awoke in a cold, dark cell. Her entire body ached from the battering it had received at the “hands” of Lucy’s bizarre vibrating coffin. Her tits were visibly bruised, gently kissed with red and black marks, her ass felt tender and lightly swollen and whilst her insides were entirely untouched, her clit burnt with savage fury. She moaned gently as she rolled over on the cold hard stone. Something dry and crisp stuck to her skin, she grabbed it and peeled it away. Holding it up to her slowly adjusting eyes she found herself staring at straw. She gave a short laugh — she had been left in a dungeon designed like a hutch or stable — but her quiet laugh was soon edged with nervous anticipation. Damn the aphrodisiacs were strong. Her entire body tingled and throbbed against the multiple textures. Even over the burn of her still swollen clit she could feel the cold, damp air flowing around it, stroking it, teasing it. She spread her fingers and ran a hand over her tits, letting the nipples stiffen against her own touch. She felt good. The day before was a blur…how did she even know it was a day?

She remembered being teased and tortured by Zoe — another throb between her legs. She remembered being led to her mistress — god even in her own mind she was beginning to refer to her as her mistress, another throb at that thought. She remembered being placed inside the machine and being aware of its purpose as it drove her to the brink of sanity. She even remembered the screen and the nasty porn that had been played — she felt wetness this time, her cunt was crying to be fucked and she fucking loved it. But there was something else. The hours after that became a blur or time sped up and slowed down at whim. Her long, powerful, mind-breaking orgasms became a constant stream of lost time in her head. She remembered feeling like she was sucking a cock. But there was no way she could have. She had been trapped within the machine, completely at her mistress’s mercy. Still, she could feel the roughness in her throat that usually came from taking a thick hard dick in her mouth.

From being on her knees like a common whore, her tongue stuck out to tease balls whilst opening her throat to be ravaged, to be used like a cunt. From sucking as deep and hard as she could, swirling her wet tongue around every inch of flesh it could reach whilst her hands grabbed at her partner’s thighs and pulled him deeper and deeper until her entire throat was filled with throbbing man meat. From sucking and sucking harder and harder, forcing herself to take it deeper into her poor, ruined throat as she felt her partner’s hands gripping tighter and each orb clenching and tightening as he prepared to cum. From taking a thick, creamy, satisfying load straight into the back of her throat, trying to swallow as much as she could before the gagging and choking forced half of the jizz-bomb out of the corners of her mouth and from her nose. Or pulling the cock from her gagging throat just as she felt the twitching that meant kütahya escort the orgasm was imminent, aiming it for her forehead so that each blast of cum coated her face, trickled down to her hungry lips where she could lick it up, taste it, savour it, gargle with it, swallow it. An entire ocean of thick cum she could dive into and drown in.

She woke up again. She was in the dungeon room. Had the whole thing been a dream? Had she ever woken at all, or it had been a dream? Something was playing in her head, a faint memory, a teasing thought that seemed just outside the border of her consciousness. “Cum Queen” the thought seemed to whisper. “Be the Cum Queen. Sofie Cum Queen.” Her tits were still lightly bruised, her soft round ass cheeks still tender, her clit still burning. Her cunt had never felt so empty before, it was like a void that demanded to be filled. All she could think about were the well hung Helpers that she had been with on her first day. Now it was the third day and she was still yet to be fucked properly. All she wanted was ten minutes with one of those foot long, veiny cocks. Five minutes even. If she begged to be really violated, for the Helper to ignore her screams of pain and struggling, she’d only need two minutes, two minutes to turn her cunt to a ruined sloppy fuck hole and satisfying that void. “Ruin my pussy then pull out and ruin my makeup you fucking…” she said to nobody. She covered her mouth with one delicate hand in shock. She hadn’t meant to speak. Had never even realized she was about to. Something was…different. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore her own desperation. Closing her eyes, she lay back down on the soft straw.

It was less than an hour later that the bolt on the dungeon door slid open. Sofie realized she had never even tried the door. She had never tried anything. She had been placed in the room and so she had stayed there, waiting for someone to come and make demands on her, to treat her like the sub slut she was. She felt another shiver of tingling anticipation mixed with fear as Zoe strode into the room in shiny purple and black bondage wear. She was taller than she had been and Sofie could only stare open mouthed at the incredible heels she was wearing. They were easily half a foot tall, an ran all the way up to her curvy thigh. Her dainty feminine feet were angled completely to the floor, as if tip toeing on the very very ends of her toes, though her weight was clearly taken by the heels. She held a thin black riding crop in one hand and was smiling at Sofie with a strange, somehow hungry smile.

“Good morning Slut,” she said.

Sofie lowered her eyes to the ground and got to her knees. It never crossed her mind to stand. She was sub, Zoe was above her in the power hierarchy. She instinctively lowered her head further until her nose was nearly touching the ground.

“Good morning, Mistress,” she said.

“Good to see you behaving yourself today,” malatya escort Zoe said, striding confidently into the room. “Did you enjoy yesterday’s training session?”

“I…I don’t remember it Mistress.”

“No. No I don’t suppose you do,” she sighed. “But you will certainly remember today’s. For a very. Very. Very long time.” There was something about the beautiful girl’s smile that made Sofie shiver. She knew something was coming, today was going to be rougher. She found herself struggling with her sexuality again in the presence of such a powerful, dominating, sexual woman. All of a sudden all she wanted was to be forced to perform for her. She imagined how it would feel for Zoe to grab her by the neck and drag her to the wall. How hard her heart would beat as Zoe thrust her head against the cold stone wall, turned, and parted her ass for her. Turning over her shoulder with a wry smile and telling her to eat her ass. How it would taste as she gingerly licked her exposed asshole, only for Zoe to thrust back and trap her against the wall, grinding her dark little star against Sofie’s face, spreading her own saliva around her face, playing with her clit as she submitted her quivering sub to total lesbian domination.

“Sofie! Whatever you’re thinking about, snap out of it!” There was a crack as the riding crop snapped across her left tit. Then she was flooded, both by pain and her own dripping pussy.

“I’m sorry Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress, you have my full attention! I’m sorry Mistress!”

She grabbed her ample breast in her hand and tried to soothe the pain, but it just made her more desperate. It felt as if there was a massive gaping hole where her insides should be. And she was thirsty. Thirsty for something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She raised an eyebrow involuntarily…her tit felt bigger somehow, fuller. She reached over and began massaging the other, noting its weight and fullness. There was another crack as Zoe bought the riding crop across her raised buttocks. Sofie moaned, snapping her hands back down to the floor as her nipples hardened.

“Save it, Slut!” the beautiful mistress snapped with a smile. “You’ll have plenty of time to play with yourself in the session.”

An hour later and Sofie was bound upon her knees. Her wrists were tightly cuffed behind her back, the metal biting into her skin in a way that made her entire body shiver. Zoe had fastened her body in tight leather straps which left her bound to heavy iron rings in the floor of the main dungeon room and also ran beneath her tits, forcing them up before her. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard that each Ba-bump made her clit shiver. She NEEDED to be fucked. She had never been so sure of anything in her life. She needed a rough, violent, pounding in her tight fuck hole. Any thoughts of her boyfriend were long gone, now she was just a whore who needed her pussy filled with gargantuan Helper cock. At the batman escort other end of the room, Lucy sat in a ridiculously tiny suit. Her colossal tits spilled out of the gap in her shirt, and the tiny black pencil skirt was split down both sides from her curvy ass. Sofie looked up at her with complete envy, she would never be as sexy as the godess on her throne. She let her eyes run from the tips of Lucy’s high-heels, up her soft legs, her thick womanly thighs. From her position on the floor she could see up the tiny skirt, the tiny scrap of material which made up the blonde fuck queen’s underwear. The scrap was bright red, but so thin that her thick, glistening pussy lips swallowed the vast majority.

“Today,” Lucy purred suddenly. “You are going to be a cum dumpster. Do you know what that means?”

Sofie shivered. There was a battle occurring in her head. Her natural phobia was screaming somewhere, but her body was defying it. The mere term “cum dumpster”, made her feel like being fucked harder than she had ever been. Her mind reeled with the thought of huge, thick, creamy loads spraying her face. Her tits glazed with copious layers of man yoghurt. Her pussy pumped full with multiple loads until her stomach was bulging and the mingling loads were drooling from her ruined snatch. Her body, used, abused, broken and bruised, lying half-concious in a pool of cum.

“No…not exactly.”

Lucy smiled, her lips were painted bright hooker red. She ran her tongue across them in a way that made Sofie want to suck a cock. She clicked her fingers and several of the massively hung Helpers strode confidently into the room and formed a line against the wall. Sofie’s breath caught in her throat.

“Today, someone is being fucked.” Lucy said, getting to her feet and walking slowly towards her. “Someone is getting her cunt turned to mush and her face battered with horse-sized cocks. Someone is taking so many huge dicks so hard and fast that it would probably kill a normal woman.” Lucy got to her knees before Sofie and leant towards her. She stopped just short of her lips and gently blew onto them. Sofie went insane, desperately stretching towards her, desperate to be kissed by the beautiful goddess, but no matter how hard she struggled her bonds were too tight. She heard pathetic, childish moans of desperation. “Someone,” Lucy whispered. “Someone is going to take every cock against that wall in her pussy or mouth, and she is going to be fucked senseless by them. That person is me. When they’re done they are going to pull out and cum wherever I say. In your face, in your hair, on your tits, inside your cunt if I so desire.”

“What?” Sofie gasped. “No! No please! I’ll take the cum but let them fuck me! Please! I need to be fucked!”

Lucy silenced her by tearing open her shit and thrusting one of her gigantic tits within her mouth. Sofie sank her teeth into the meat in desperation, drawing a moan of pleasure from Lucy and was rewarded by the thick nipple stiffening with her mouth.

“Just for that,” Lucy moaned, beckoning a Helper over with one finger. “You’re eating the first load out of my pussy.”

Sofie’s view grew dark as the shadow of a gigantic pair of full nuts fell across her. Lucy smiled and reached out for the trembling foot-long meat pole.

“Now suck my tit until I’m ready to be cleaned.”

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I looked forward but all I could see was darkness. There were no lights on to illuminate the room. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I couldn’t move. Both my hands were tied behind the chair that I was sitting in. It was hard to breathe inside the leather hood that covered my face. Even with much thought I couldn’t seem to recall how I got this way.

“Hello?! Hello? Is somebody there?”

The sound of boots tapping against the floor came closer and closer to me. Without warning I was blinded by light. There stood Tiffany. Her dark hair was pulled back. She was wearing a dark green latex jacket styled in the form of the military that glistened when the light hit it. Her black latex gloves gripped onto a riding crop. The sight was stunning and made my cock harden.

“How..How did I get here?” I muttered.

With a sly smile she said, “Darling, don’t you remember? Oh that’s right…you didn’t know that I put that pill in your drink. You were only out for a few hours.”

“Well, why am I here? What are you doing Tiff?”

“Well sweetie,” she said as she put a cigarette into her mouth and lit it, “I’ve always thought that you seemed a little bit girly”

Without hesitation I spoke up, “I am not, I just..” Before I could even finish she told me to shut the hell up and keep my mouth artvin escort shut.

Tiffany inhaled deeply on the cigarette, gripping it between her slick latex fingers. “Anyway, I have always had my suspicions. You always deny it and we move along. Let’s face it. You’ve never had a girlfriend. You have never had sex with a female. It all seems to add up that you are a cock sucking fag. Don’t you dare say a word!” I put my head down.

“I have another friend who is in denial. Allen is going to come in here and suck your cock. If you aren’t gay, then you should have no problem being flaccid. He will masturbate while he blows you. If he comes then he is obviously a faggot. Enjoying that dick too much. Perhaps you both are gay. Let’s find out the truth shall we?”

Tiffany walked out of sight for a moment before re-entering with a man wearing a rubber mask. She led him into the room by a leash.

“On your knees!”

Allen obeys and gets on his knees right in front of me. He is hesitant to do anything else as he sits on his knees staring at my limp penis. It doesn’t take long before she pushes her heel into his bare back, pushing him forward. His face lands right in my lap.

“Come on now! Suck that cock. Show me how much you love sucking a aydın escort man!”

He took a deep breath and wrapped his hand around the bottom of my shaft. His lips wrapped tightly around my head as he started to move up and down. Tiffany watched in approval, rubbing her pussy through the latex.

“That’s it. Take all of him in your filthy slut mouth. Mmm.”

My eyes became fixated on him as he was deep throating me while rubbing himself. I noticed his was getting larger and mine was too.

“Yes. Look at them hard pricks. You both are really enjoying this far too much!” She moaned through gritted teeth as she swatted her clit with the crop.

It was becoming difficult to not enjoy it. His tongue slowly moved up the length of my shaft before he engulfed me once more. Saliva dripped down as his hand squeezed and jerked. It was impossible to control. I was moaning loudly and so was he.

“You are quite a cock sucker. He is loving that blow job you are giving him. You do have perfect lips for dick sucking. Mm yes you both are dirty cock whores.” A cigarette dangled from her lips as she fingered herself with 3 fingers. Plunging deep into her wet snatch.

Between seeing her masturbating, seeing him jerk off, and the feeling of his soft balıkesir escort lips around my shaft, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Squeeze his shaft. Yes…now lick his balls. Suck on them!”

Allen took my balls into his mouth, shoving his tongue into them and licking around. His grip was firm around the base of my shaft. He started stroking me faster, spitting on it for lubrication. I couldn’t hold back any longer. A moan slipped out and they both knew.

“Put your mouth around that fucking cock! Quick! Don’t waste a drop faggot!”

Quickly he wrapped his mouth around me as I erupted. He jerked furiously as my semen shot into his mouth. It dribbled out the side of his mouth as he struggled to swallow it all.

“Well done…”

Before she could finish her sentence he cried out as his cum shot out, spraying the floor.

“Well, I suppose you both are cock loving fags. To celebrate this discovery, both of you will get a nice treat. Allen’s sperm. I want it all cleaned up off the floor!”

Tiffany walked over to me and untied my hands, pushing me to the floor. We both leaned forward and started licking it up. It was salty yet sweet.

“Good. Now I have something else in store for you”

Suddenly I heard the breaking of glass. I looked around, confused.

“Shit, another fucking dream.”

I rested my head on the pillow and tried to imagine what Tiffany was going to do to us next. Unfortunately my mind drew a blank.

“It’s still early. I suppose I can go back to sleep. Hopefully she will be there”

I turned and covered myself with my blanket. My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.

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

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

“Morning, baby! Wake up. I need you”

Almost immediately, another text arrived.

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

And the phone vibrated again.

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

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

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

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

And there she was. Soaked in sweat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I did… And you?”

She started rubbing him a little harder and smiled.

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

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

“Won’t you wish me good morning?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her hands grazed up his body.

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

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

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

“Aghh!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked back at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her moans grew louder as the minutes passed.

“Yeahh…”

“… That’s it… “

“… Aww… Yeeessss…”

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

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

“Good boy!”

Letting go of him, she stood back up.

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

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This is a super-nasty fetish fic. Warning for all sorts of nasty shit ahead. Mud, food play, watersports, garbage play, all that good stuff. Don’t keep reading if any of those things don’t interest you. Its gonna happen regardless.

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It had been luck that Elana got this posting. A friend from high school had mentioned that one of her friends saw the posting on a small corner of the internet, and she had applied. The job was ‘an abnormal houskeeper’. And it, to quote, “One woman needed to be a housekeeper. No previous skills required in houskeeping. Will have to live on property 50 weeks of the year. Will include abnormal acts.” The last part had confused, and mildly worried her. However the pay and benefits were good. And reports from friends, and a google search, revealed the employer to be a reclusive multi-millionaire (some reports said billionaire) who had no real dark marks on her worse than a few speeding tickets.

Also what was the harm in sending off her application? She could just say no to the reply if it seemed too weird. However the response was… Odd.

“Thank you for replying. I am a bit… Different. I’m gonna warn you now I’m going to ask you to do some rather nasty things. But I don’t want to explain over e-mail.” She then went on to get a little ramble-y about things. Meeting up with her in a public space. And the address of the house she’d be working at, her pay, her theoretical medical and all that. And that she’d be… Reasonably accommodating. The meeting had been pleasant, and some people in town seemed to know her. It was possible Elana was going to be played hard, but she was looking down a six figure salary. And she hadn’t been too scared. Although her employer, a woman named Terri, had done something odd. She had asked Elana to spill something on herself, and keep it there for the whole conversation. Elana had blinked but had done so, spilling her drink down her shirt, and then Terri had paid her a few hundred dollars at the end.

Now she was doing a ‘final’ interview. Terri explained that the first one was for Terri to decide if she would hire someone, the second one was to see if Elana would work for Terri. Terri had said she would pay Elana even if she said no, just so long as she heard her out. And… The woman had ‘tipped’ $500 for a lunch she paid for. So Elana had a feeling she’d pick up plenty of cash.

At the house she looked it over. It was in a rather out of the way area. A larger building down hill from a massive mansion. Her google searching said that Terri owned both houses, and the roughly 200 acres around them, including the path down to a nearby wetland. She walked up and rang the doorbell.

Terri greeted seeming excited and… If Elana didn’t know better, ‘excited’. When she answered the door Terri’s nipples poked through a tight shirt. Elana chose to say nothing of this and walk in, this was the womans second home. If she was cold and didn’t wear a bra, what did Elana care?

“Oh! Thank god you did come!” Terri said sounding relieved and excited at once. “C-come in!” She was much more nervous than at the cafe.

The house was decently furnished. Things of status were around, but it was a bit bare. A tile floor in the main entrance, what seemed like bedrooms to the left, and something that looked like a kitchen and living room to the right. A stairway went up to a second floor, with a balcony, and kırklareli escort right inside the door was an open area that looked out over the mud flats, and the back yard, which was currently apparently being landscaped heavily, as it was mostly mud and dirt. “Ah, well… You seemed good by all accounts, and… Well…” The money sounded good, even if she didn’t show, but Elana couldn’t say that.

“I know.” She said gulping audibly. “The money sounds really good. I… I will pay you, but this request is rather… Personal.” She muttered as she lead the other to two comfy chairs in the open viewing area. Sitting down she had plenty of food and drinks on the table before her. “Now then… Um… I want to ask you… Whatever you decide, especially if its no, p-please don’t tell anyone what I asked of you here. If I hear nothing… I have extra money for you.” She said sitting down. “Now then. I want to hire you to be a housekeeper. But and… Unconventional one.” She paused and took a moment. Getting one drink, which, after looking at it, was clearly just soda, poured into a pitcher, she paused and spilled it on the couch. “I… I have a bit of a… Fetish.” She said her face getting red.

Elana raised an eyebrow. But said little. “Ok…” She was a bit lost. This was… Odd. Not awful, but odd.

“I… Um…” She moved and sat on the wet spot and let out a very… Aroused moan. “Mmm…” She said as she writhed in her seat. “I have a bit of a messy fetish.”

Well. That was just out there. But it did make sense as to why Terri had asked Elana to spill something on herself in the cafe. And… Elana had gotten rather excited. She had always had a bit of a messy kink herself. And… Well getting paid to do that? She could find worse jobs she supposed.

“So… When I say house keeper I don’t mean you’ll keep the house clean. I mean…” She paused. “You… You’ll keep it messy, and you’ll be messy. I… I just really want someone to sort of live out my kink and…” She blushed. “God! I’m sorry! This was terrible! I’m like trying to buy you as a model and… Its weird and…”

Elana paused and reached out. “No! Relax!” She said slightly worried. This could kill her potential job. And like… How bad could it be? At least it seemed Terri wasn’t lying. Her blush was too cute to at least not listen to. Yeah, Elana was more than a bit gay, really bi, but she was being a gay disaster right now. “Don’t worry. I have a similar kink.” She said pausing and getting the bit of soda left in the pitcher a bit less than a solo cup left, and spilled them on herself. Elana froze for a moment and decided to just roll with it. “No worries.” She said after a moment.

Terri lit up visibly as Elana poured some soda on herself. She seemed very excited. “Um! S-so yes!” She said taking a moment. “That…” She paused and got a little pie, the size of her hand roughly, and casually smeared it on Elana’s knee. “I… If you work for me, your goal wouldn’t be to clean up this house. It would be to mess up this house.” She said after pausing.

Elana blinked as Terri smushed a pie into her knee. Elana had regular old jeans on, nothing fancy, nothing terrible either. After a few moments the cool wet feeling of the pie sank into her skin and it felt good, real good. She kinda liked it. “Oh really… You say mess up this house… afyon escort Like… How?”

Terri got up. She took a breath in. “Follow me.” She said getting up. Taking a moment she looked at a lemon slice and sprayed it on herself, before taking the slice, pulling out the rear of her waistband, and sliding it into there.

Elana was equal parts turned on and confused by that. But she got up, hearing the pie land on her shoe with a bit of a sloppy splat. She looked down at the pie then to Terri, but Terri was walking on, a little lemon quarter visible in her tight pants against her rear end. Terri walked into the hybrid kitchen and living area to find… Something she hadn’t expected. Buckets full of muck and grime. Random slops, mud, cakes, lots of strange liquids. A few bags of manure, two of topsoil, piles of slightly aged fruit. How the hell hadn’t Elana smelled this? There was a bit of a hallway, but there was no door.

Terri paused and took a breath. “I… I want all of this.” She said waving around. “All of it spread through this building, and outside of it. And more. I want you…” She paused and went to a cake, set on a couch, it was a bit worn and damaged from… Something or another, and paused, taking a seat on the cake with a squelch. Terri let out a high pitched excited, ‘”Ahhhhhh~” as she sat down. There were a few cakes on the couch. “D-do you want to sit down with me? We can… Talk.” Her voice was getting a bit lower and… Sultry.

Elana gulped some. She was more excited than reasonable. But… How could she say no. A rich woman said to sit on a cake, and she could get money and… Fuck it. Why not. Taking a moment as she moved next to Terri, put her ass over the cake, and just sat down. “Ahhh!” It was less of a moan and more of a gasp. It was a weird sensation. Soft, sticky, mushy. Some of it went up her back, behind her shirt. She liked that feeling.

Terri got a handful of cake and mushed it between her fingers. “So… I see… You have… Not too many issues with the messy things.” She said as she paused and took a breath in. “You mentioned living nearby here. Um… Since I ruined your clothes, I’ll get you a new one before you go home. It might take a day or two though.” She said pausing. “Or if you want to go I can get a t-to-” Terri was cut off by a finger, a clean finger, but a finger.

“Terri.” Elana said finger on Terri’s lips. “I will fully hear you out. I will not go before you are done. So.” She paused and looked to her right, another cake was there, in fact on the long couch there were three more cakes. She reached over and got a handful of cake in each hand. One handful went to Terri’s mouth, most of it running down Terri’s chest. Terri made sure to smear plenty on her face. When that was done Elana took a handful and smeared it on her chest. “Now then. Continue. I think I need to stain my clothes with cake a bit more thoroughly.”

Terri paused. “Ok… F-fuck.” She let out. “That is so hot and…” Terri leaned over and gave Elana a peck on the cheek before sitting up. “I like… Really dirty kinks.” She walked around to the buckets in front of the couch, some were transparent, some were semi-transparent, and a lot had lids. Looking buckets over Terri opened a few up, as new strong ripe smells hit the air. Rotten fruit, a bucket of mud, finally one that stank of rotten amasya escort meat and sour eggs. Pausing Terri stood up. “This is why I asked you to tell nobody. If anyone knew… I… I would die of embarrassment.” She hummed and looked at two buckets, one with mud, the other with fruit, flies buzzing around. Taking a moment Terri stepped up and first put a foot in the mud bucket. Then she put a foot in the rotten fruit bucket. An audible *squelch* was heard as her shoed food sank in. “Mmmm~” Terri let out moaning. “I love filth.” She said as she stood there her legs spread. “All kinds. All of it. And… I’m a bit too busy to indulge forever. So… I want someone to do that.” She paused and took a moment, after a few seconds an audible noise of water hitting fabric could be heard. Elana was confused, and then a wet spot spread from Terri’s crotch.

Elana paused. “Oh… Ohhh…” She said befuddled… And aroused. Terri was pissing herself. One foot in mud, one in rotten fruit. This was a lot to take in. A *lot*. After a moment Elana got up, and looked at the other open bucket, buzzing with flies. It was rotten meat, other slop. There was some grease. She looked down, took a gulp and squelched her own clean foot in there. “Ahh!” It was warm, mushy and buzzing. Her shoes were ruined. Trying to put her other foot in Elana realized that the buckets were only sized for one foot, and her own feet were a touch bigger than Terri’s to begin with. Elana stepped out. “So…” She hummed her foot oozing assorted rotten meat. “You say you want me to smear muck all over this house?” She asked as she got an idea. She picked up the bucket, it was heavy, probably ten pounds of filth. With some effort Elana spilled rotten meat onto the floor, and her feet with a splat. “Something like this?” She hummed as she mashed her feet into the pile of slop on the floor.

Terri paused and put her hands to her face. “Yes~ Ohhh yess~” She said pleased and thrilled. “All this nasty and foul stuff is so good and yes~” She was getting really excited her heart racing in excitement and arousal. Terri moved to leave the buckets, but she stumbled and tripped, knocking her buckets over as she fell towards Elana. Terri was heavy enough, as she pushed Elana onto the couch, landing on some cake with a smush. Terri paused as her face was in Elana’s cake coated bosom. A few moments passed and both women began to laugh.

When the laughter died down Elana paused. “So… Um…” She paused. “I’m ok with all of this. But um…” She paused a bit worried about her next revelation. “I… Um… Its hard to explain but…”

Terri slid up Elana and kissed her on the lips. Elana paused and then reciprocated the kiss. That answered one of her questions it seemed. The kiss was fairly short. When broken she said as much. “Ok… So um… I’m being stupid aroused by this right now. And…” She muttered. “I’m willing to work for you. I just need time to move in.”

Terri nodded. “That’s fine! You can start… Well any time before the end of this year. I’ll pay to move whatever you want to my place. You have this house. And… Well its yours to live in and mess up.” She paused. “Oh! If you’re worried about things being dirty, I can like store things in my house. Or we can add onto this one. That’ll be good!” She hummed nodding. “And yes! You need some money and…”

Elana paused. “Hey… C-can we not think about that for a bit? We have buckets of muck and slop. And… I kinda wanna explore them too.” She said. “And like… Maybe tomorrow we can work that all out.”

Terri paused. “Fuck… I love you now. god. You are great~”. She hummed. “I can pay plenty extra.”

Elana smiled. “Oh, I think I’m going to be doing a job that’s its own reward. That’ll be enough.”

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Imagine having a room that your most wild fantasies and dreams can come true; a place to be as wild and crazy as you have only imagined and wished for. I have such a place; a plastic covered room. Everything is all prepared the floors, the walls, and the single mattress in the center on the floor. In one corner there is a chest filed with ice cubes, among the ice there is bottles of tea and crangrape beverages, Miracle Whip and grape jelly.

Next to the chest there is wicker basket filled with bottles of Hershey’s’ chocolate syrup, honey, pancake syrup and a gallon can of pudding. Along the wall were the toys of all different sizes and shapes, the plugs, dildos and vibrators. There are lighted candles on the windowsills. Next to the room was the bathroom. On the edge of the shower a bottle of Dawn liquid dish soap for clean up afterwards.

The planning and preparation of this playroom had taken quite some time, finding the materials, buying them and preparing the room. How many years had I waited, how many hours had I spent dreaming of this? How many fantasies were wrapped into the plastic covered walls? A room covered in plastic, which could be cleaned just by taking the plastic down and throwing it away. As I look around the room, I realized I finally had my playroom -Yes the room is ready and it is only two o’clock in the afternoon. All that is missing is my partner for the evening.

Anticipation? Hell Yes! Nervous? You Betcha!

I went back to the Master bedroom and checked again for any last things that needed to be done. I was already “dressed”; that is to say that I was wearing what I had woke up in that morning, the metal rings and noose. There are four rings at present, there will be more added as I find them. One has a hangman’s noose tied to it; it is rather short and made of cotton cord. The other three are plain stainless rings found at almost any tack shop. The one with the noose goes on first, around both the balls and the cock, with the cord of the noose behind the balls, the other three go on the balls only, and the noose is threaded through the rings. The noose is then brought up between the balls, splitting them as they are stretched to the bottom of the sack, and the noose is placed behind the rim of the cock head and tighten so that it will hold all the rings in place. This is done while soft of course, and when the cock gets hard the effect is visually exciting to her and uncomfortable to me, and I love it. All that remained was to insert my largest butt plug and attach the four fishing weights to the rings and I would be ready. With that done, I waited.

At three p.m. the doorbell rang. It was she! The evening and years of planning and preparing were about to be explored. She had rung the doorbell only to announce her arrival. I was not to answer the door. As the door opened and she walked in I could see that Brenda was wearing just enough street clothes to keep her from going to jail for public nakedness, a skirt, blouse and sandals. I was kneeling in the center of the living room floor, with my hands clasped behind my back, my thighs opened wide and the four weights dangling but not touching the floor.

Without a word, She stepped directly to me, raised the front of her skirt and pulled my head into her crotch. “Breathe deeply, and lick just my piss covered pussy lips clean, my little piss loving toy.” She sighed to me, as she pulled me closer to where I wanted to go. “MMMMMMM” was all I could or wanted to say at that moment. And hello to you I thought as my tongue went to work. She had not showered this morning and she had peed and played all night, the night before. She slept in her piss every night, and never used paper to wipe with, when at home. Only God knew how many times she had peed that day, since rising and She wasn’t telling me anything. Not that I could hear anyway. I was in full “sub mode” now. Kneeling ringed, noosed, plugged, and my tongue licking just the lips of piss drenched pussy. Heaven? I had found it.

The juices of her pussy began to leak past her lips, the cum from her playing and the piss that had dried there smelled wonderful and tasted better. A moan pasted the lips of her mouth, somewhere high above me, and my tongue heard and responded, moving farther back along her lips and open flat to clean that crotch. She pushed my head away, and stepped back to survey me. I was as She had instructed on the phone last night, and a smile played at the corners of her mouth. “I am about the bust.” She announced. “So you had better lead me to this Room of yours.”

She was kicking off her sandals, and pulling the blouse over her head, as I scurried before her towards the hall. She dropped the skirt at the doorway into the room, and stepped naked into the world I had built for us. She stopped and looked around. At the walls, the floor, and the various additions I had made. I was kneeling by the chest with ice, opening it to get her a cold bottle of cranegrape as she spoke.

“We need a straight chair in here,” she said thoughtfully. “Go get one kastamonu escort from the dining room.”

She accepted Her drink, as I scurried back out and brought the chair into the room. When I returned I closed the door behind me; making our world just this Room. Here we would play; nap, drink, and pee with total abandon for as long as we wanted to. The idea of all that we could do, and would try, and the sheer “naughtiness”, the taboo of playing in foods, and peeing, not in a toilet but on and in each other, had me hard; harder than I had ever been.

The noose was pulling the head of my cock down, the weights were pulling everything down, and the cord was pulled tight between my balls as my cock tried to rise in its restraint. Now it began, with a snap of her fingers, and a single finger pointing to the floor in front of her, as she stood beside the chair, was the only sound to be heard above our ragged breathing. I jumped for the spot she pointed at. She moved one foot a little farther out, reached down and opened Her sex, as I knelt and opened my mouth and arched my back towards her. The first dribbles ran down her leg, but the stream that followed arched towards my waiting mouth.

My face was bathed in fresh pee, my mouth found the stream and drank deeply, not catching it all, some poured out and ran over my hot flesh, down over my chest, in little rivulets. My cock bobbed as the rivulets ran across the base, and I heard the dripping on the floor. I almost came right then. Her bladder had been full. Her stream was strong, the taste sweet, and seemed to last for about five minutes. I am sure it wasn’t that long, but I wished it had been. I wanted it to last forever, just a continuous fountain, oh well. When she had finished, I dove for the last drops. My face and mouth found her sex and licked and slurped, searching for the very last drop.

Her hands found my wet hair and pulled me deeper as she slumped into the chair I had brought, her legs spread wide and she draped them over my shoulders. I was sucking at her lips, her clit, licking every crevice and corner; frenzy would best describe it. She was close to cumming before we entered the room, and now after watching the piss splash all over me, and feeling the relief of Her bladder, she exploded. I got every drop. The piss, the cum, the sweat, every juice she produced. As She came she pulled me deeper into Her crotch, fucking my whole face as she moved to it and on it. And then She came again; she was not silent, she moaned and panted and thrashed about. She may have screamed, I really don’t know, her thighs covered my ears as she tried to force my whole face into her hole.

She released me, and pushed me away. Rising from the chair, she turned and knelt, arching her back. “Thank Me.” was all She said. I came forward, and with an aim that was true, drove my tongue into her ass hole. Wiggling it and slurping the last remains of all the piss and cum from the night before and today, I cleaned her ass, all of it, and paid homage to the lady who owned me. When I had finished and She had cum, yes she does like to cum from my tongue on and in her ass. She got off the chair and turned to me. We hugged and she rubbed her skin against my piss-drenched flesh. My cock was throbbing, the head was purple. She released the noose, and I sprang free at last.

Now it was my turn. My bladder had been full for a long time, and I was about to burst. She took two steps over to the plastic covered mattress and lay down. She spread herself open and smiled up at me. I knelt on the edge of the bed and again began to lick her sex, teasing this time. Her clit was already sensitive and she was getting very close to cumming. The anticipation was as strong in her as it was in me. Kneeling like that was putting more pressure on my bladder, and I was trying not to waste even a drop.

“NOW” She commanded. My head came up and found her eyes, the want and the need was there. The edge had been reached. I moved up closer between her legs, aimed as well as I could with a hard on, and let loose my stream. The first spurt struck her almost on target, just to the right of her lips, I corrected and the hot piss bathed her clit, as the stream got stronger, she came so hard. She opened her sex with her hands and I filled her hole as she writhed on the bed. Then I raised my cock and began to bath her stomach and breasts and finally I arched the last of my stream into her waiting mouth and face. We were both now drenched, puddles had formed along her sides, and she scooped up piss and dribbled back on her skin, she opened her sex again and demanded, “FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR PISS OUT OF MY CUNT” So I did.

I launched myself into her, without a thought. I was ball deep into her with one stroke. I rode her, dripping piss onto her from my face and hair, she writhed in the puddles around us, and I could feel the hot piss I had filled her with washing my cock and balls as it came back out of her. I didn’t last long, I came with a roar, kayseri escort a primal scream, from somewhere way down deep inside of my mind, or body, or maybe my soul. So ended the first session.

We rested and She and I both drank cold tea and crangrape. We wallowed in the piss on the bed and laughed at our daring. Wouldn’t the people we knew be shocked at us? And then we started again.

She rose and walked dripping across the floor to the ice filled chest. Bending over and presenting me with a view of her sex and ass dripping the piss I had given her, she got the gallon jar of Miracle Whip from its bed of ice. She turned back towards the bed. I had been thoughtful enough to loosen all lids before she arrived so She did not have to struggle with opening anything.

She stopped about two-foot from the bed and looked around. She smiled. “I almost forgot, I don’t have to be careful this time, I can sling this from here or anywhere and not worry about cleaning it up.” She laughed. “I have always wanted to sling this shit at you, it looks like cum when it hits you.” She reached into the wide mouth of the plastic jar and got a handful of cold slimy Miracle Whip; that in itself brought a glaze to her eyes. That glazing over tells me she is getting real hot and very much into the scene, it is the reaction I always looked for. It told me that she was not doing this to please just me, but because she really enjoyed it herself.

She pulled her hand out looked at me lying on the bed. She smiled and threw a handful at me. The mayo sailed through the air and most of it hit me across the cock and balls. The cold shock made me gasp and jump, some landed on the mattress and some hit the floor. I looked down and saw the contrast of mayo and flesh and my cock damn nearly exploded.

Before I could look up, another handful hit me in the chest and neck. Now she was closer to the bed, and another handful was being drawn from the jar. She offered me the jar and I took it. I watched as she raised the hand covered in cold mayo, her tongue licked her lips, her eyes followed her own hand. She scooped another handful with the other hand from the jar, and then she closed her eyes and placed both mayo-covered hands on her breasts.

Her breath escaped slowly, and her hand smeared the creamy, slimy, cold stuff all over her tits. Her nipple, (she only has one, due to breast surgery) hardened even more. She sighed and worked the mayo into her skin, standing over me, the excess dropping onto me from above.

I reached into the jar and took a handful. Setting the jar down I then moved and without warning her, I raised the hand holding the offering of mayo to her open, hot, waiting cunt. Now she jumped and then lowered herself onto my hand, grinding the cold mayo into her hot box. The game was on. We both were grabbing the jar and digging handfuls out, slapping and throwing the stuff onto each other.

She knelt between my outstretched legs and scooping up more mayo, enclosed my cock and balls in it, I grabbed the jar and scooped another handful and smeared it up her crack of her ass, poking my fingers into her tight puckered hole.

The jar was soon empty and we were covered, and wrestling in the mayo, slippery, slimy, hot, it was everywhere, our faces, hair, and all over both of us. Her hands were busy jacking me off, while telling me not to cum, and then scooping mayo and piss from the bed and adding it to the mess she was working into my flesh.

I was doing the same, adding piss and mayo to her tits and cunt and ass. It didn’t take long; we were close to cumming anyway. She and I were rolling in mayo, and piss and she pushed me onto my back, straddled me and impaled herself on my cock. Riding me and rubbing her hands on my chest as I tried to pinch her tits and nipple.

She rode me, and came and then she rose from my shaft and stepped over me until her dripping cunt was above my waiting face. She smiled down at me and cut loose another stream of piss mixed with cum and mayo onto my face and open mouth. I hadn’t cum and she wasn’t giving permission yet, she played in her stream as she splashed me all over.

She walked backward slowly drenching me. I was jacking my cock as she watched her piss splash on my hands. She came again. She dropped to her knees and took her hands and put them to my mouth to clean, as she lowered her mouth onto my piss drenched cock. I nearly lost it.

Thank God for the rings, (they help to inhibit my orgasm) she sucked and bit my cock, as the last dribbles came from her cunt, and fell on my legs. “You must piss before you can cum.” she said smiling.

Holding my cock, and slowly stroking it with her nails, she watched my face as I tried to relax my bladder. NO dice, not with her stimulating me like that, her nails scratched harder and she bent a scraped her teeth all along my shaft.

NO FUCKING WAY. My bladder was the last thing that was going to relax. The mayo was now liquid and the piss mixed kıbrıs escort with it was in larger puddles all around us. I was writhing all over as she held me by the noose, scratching, biting, slapping, pulling, stroking, teasing me even more. And then she stopped.

Just stopped. I was so close. She reached lower and started moving the butt plug in my ass. Pulling and shoving wiggle it just a little. She pulled it out, and inserted two fingers inside my ass. She began fucking my ass like that, deeper and wiggling the fingers, then she inserted a third and then the fourth.

Her other hand slapped at my cock and she wiggled and twisted her hand in my ass. I don’t remember what she was saying; I was somewhere out around Saturn or maybe farther. All I wanted was that for this not to end. But it did. She stood and walked away from me on the bed. Dripping oily mayo and piss, her ass swaying as she walked across the room.

I was empty. My ass was empty for the first time in over two hours. However is was not for long. She bent over and got the strap on dildo, and stepped into it. See hers is one piece like panties, the base of the dildo rests on her clit; we found it in an adult store in Denver. Anyway she put it on and returned to the bed, dancing a little and making her cock bounce and sway.

“I’m going to do a little fucking now” she grinned and lowered herself back on to the bed. She oiled her cock from the puddle on the bed and concentrated on her aim. There was no resistance as she worked that dildo into me. She slid right in since I had squeezed about two thirds of a large tube of KY into my ass before inserting the large plug I had been wearing.

Then she started fucking, and playing with my cock, slapping and pinching it. The dildo was thick and long and massaged my prostrate, and her hands tortured my cock and my mind was blown…I came at the same time as she did. We both screamed and thrashed all over the oily mattress. She still held my cock in her nails. Pinching it hard.

“You came without permission and didn’t pee like I told you too.” she admonished, with an evil grin. “So I guess I will just have to make you wait.” I got up and fetched us both something cold to drink. And session two was ended.

I started session three. I got the chocolate syrup and dribbled it down the crack of her ass, and then licked it off. And then dribbled more and let it run down across her cunt, before licking it all off. She was on her belly on the bed in the piss and oily mayo and cumming from my “work”. After about twenty minutes I switched to the honey, it takes longer to lick off. While I had the honey she got the chocolate and covered her tits and then had me fuck her tits. The color contrast was great. She licked the syrup off and I squeezed more honey onto her honey pot. Working it all over her pussy lips and then licking it off.

Then I was on my belly and she was dribbling honey and chocolate down the crack of my ass. We never got around to the pancake syrup. I don’t have that great a sweet tooth. Session three ended without me cumming or pissing. I was beginning to wonder how long I was going to have to wait.

Session four started I guess by mutual consent. She went sub for me and opened the two gallons of Wesson oil. “Please fuck my ass” was all she said. Suzy was out and in full sub mode. I started preparing her, licking and fingering her ass hole as she drew her knees under herself and laid her head and chest on the slime covered mattress.

I stood over her and poured some oil straight from the bottle onto my cock and let it drip onto her back. I then poured some more onto my hand and splashed some on her ass. Watching as it dribbled down her crack. Maybe running in rivulets, would be a better term to use. I pour more oil on her ass and on my cock and balls, which dribbled onto her round cheeks of her spankable, fuckable ass.

I decide to put her to work on this important project. I lay down and told her to make sure there was plenty of oil on the cock that was going up her ass. She poured a little and rubbed it in. The glaze (remember the “glaze”?) came into her eyes. She rose up and taking my cock she fitted the opening of the bottle to the head of my cock and turned it up. She coaxed the shaft into the bottle and very soon I had a gallon bottle of oil encasing my cock. She giggled. And sloshed the oil back and forth on my cock.

Tiring of this, she then removed my cock from the bottle and in the process splashed more than a little on her tits, and then smeared it in as the oil ran down her skin. She then looked at me and hoisted the bottle over head and turned it over. Oil went everywhere. The thick oil gurgled as it came out of the bottle and then ran through her hair, down her face, over her tits and down her back.

I watched as the oil spread over her skin and formed a puddle under her ass. She then got up and got the other bottle of Wesson. Coming back she began pouring it over me, a little at a time (partly because she knows I love to feel the oil running in little streams on my skin.) Teasing me. She set the bottle down, when it was about third empty, and rubbed the oil all over me, using her dripping flesh to add more to us both. The mattress was overloaded. The oil now was in puddles on the floor and the mattress, it was mixed with the piss and the mayo and the chocolate syrup and honey.

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PART 16: REST / EVENING EVENTS

Showered with mixed feelings, I thought about the day’s events thus far and looked at my beautiful wife. She gazed back at me and it was such a strange sensation as I could literally feel the love and energy between us despite all of the events that had transpired.

My mind brought me back to the moment; we were absolutely exhausted and I could not imagine doing anything else at this stage. Our boundaries had been pushed and stretched beyond limits and Miss Jenny’s pussy had been used even more than I could have imagined. Master must have sensed our fatigue and told us we would be ushered to the room to rest.

Though the walk was humiliating as we were ushered back to the suite, we were numb to the stares and comments received. Once there, we were separately bound to different beds and allowed to rest. My heart hurt as all I wanted to do was hold my wife and I sensed the same from her as she moaned, in a bad way, at the predicament.

As I thought about it, the mental pain was truly excruciating as I wanted to hold my wife but instead was isolated and reminded of the unforgettable thoughts of our trip thus far. Though desperate for sleep, I could not nap as my mind recapped many of the events leading me to where I currently was.

I was reminded what a dirty whore my wife had become and what an insignificant and debasing slave I had quickly transformed into. It was so difficult for my wife to previously have orgasms and here she was squirting like a fire hydrant with strange cocks buried inside of her. Similarly but not wanting to fully acknowledge myself at this stage, I was consistently hard, leaking and even cumming while caged as I experienced humiliating and debasing acts by Master and his friends. The reality was that I was growing even more sexual as my wife was used, abused and tormented in defenseless fashion. Where was her husband, her knight to rescue her from this torment?

Here I was tied to the bed in isolation recapping the fact that I was no knight but just the opposite; I was a sissy, an eager slut myself who was making a habit of cumming in my panties. I was an owned slave that was rewarded by being allowed to slurp, suck and consume loads and loads of salty warm jism from my wife’s body.

As these thoughts persisted for an eternity, I finally heard the suite door open and the roar of drunk men filled the room. I glanced at the clock and it was already after 9:00 and I had not been able to sleep a wink. The nightmares racing in my head were back to reality and the uncertainty of what was in store for the rest of the night was now strongly present.

Master unlocked me first bringing me to the bathroom, he ordered me naked and into the large tub kneeling only in my chastity device. His orders were specific, “If anyone pisses directly into your mouth, you are not required to swallow, but keep your mouth open and block your throat with your tongue so the contents go inside but ultimately out of your mouth and onto to your body. If however one uses the toilet and then wants the remaining droplets to emerge inside your mouth, you must suck and slurp those final remnants down your throat.”

Master left without further instructions.

Soon thereafter my wife came walking through the door with Master and they entered the large see-through shower together. I watched as their bodies embraced and then Master proceeded to wash her body thoroughly. It was sensual, caring and erotic as he did so in a very loving fashion.

His fingers rubbed and touched every crevice and I watched my wife’s body, unknown to me for such a long period it seemed, squirm initially, but quickly accommodate and mold to Master’s touch.

Moans escaped her mouth as his fingers glided and danced on her bruised and used body. I stared intently as his large fingers slipped inside her stretched cunt and asshole causing her to tremble and shake.

She leaned back whispering to him and he must have acknowledged or given approval as her hands pressed against the clear glass forcefully. This enabled her to push her sex back into his fingers more aggressively.

Jealousy overtook me as I realized her knight was clearly not me, her husband, but her Master, he had used her and commanded her to perform such acts of degradation that she should despise him, yet her slutty owned body was wriggling in a powerful orgasm as she thanked him loudly.

“Thank you Master for your amazing touch and for making your owned slut feel such incredible orgasms, you are amazing Master and I love being your owned slut.”

Before I could shrink further into humiliation, I heard a few gentlemen entering the bathroom and immediately both approached me, lowered their swim shorts and immediately began pissing on my face and hair. One specifically aimed more carefully at my open mouth and as ordered I allowed the warm piss to enter my mouth but a steady stream flowed onto my body as my tongue blocked my throat.

Even with the remaining warm fluid dripping from my mouth and body, I did my best to watch Master manipulating ordu escort Miss Jenny’s body like a musical instrument. He handed her a tooth brush and while the final piss streams subsided I was horrified at the irony taking place.

Master was allowing his owned slut to brush her mouth while mine was becoming further corroded with sinful debasement. As the men left me in a puddle of urine, Master twirled my wife back towards himself and embraced her in a deep and passionate kiss. He was kneading her ass with his large fingers while their tongues intertwined with sensual craving.

Master lifted her body, pinned her against the clear glass, and with lust and desire, he rested her down on his massive cock. I could not see clearly as the shower was getting steamy but watched in a trance nonetheless.

Master forcefully fucked my wife against the glass until she was again screaming through yet another orgasm while I watched helplessly. Master lowered my wife and allowed her to stand while he exited the shower. Again, I stared at my Master with admiration as his body was physically superior, his enormous cock stood fully erect from just pleasuring my wife, and his muscles bulged as he wiped his statue like body dry.

As he departed the bathroom, he glanced back at me, “When your wife is done, you can clean yourself as well slave,” he said.

When my lovely wife exited the shower and began drying herself, I shuffled past her, touching her briefly resulting in our eyes connecting deeply. The look on her face was one of satisfaction, but also of shame and embarrassment. We smiled at one another as I entered the shower and proceeded to clean myself.

I could have stayed in there forever, but she opened the shower door and told me Master wanted us to rush. After finishing in hurried fashion, my wife took my hand and together we walked naked out of the bathroom. Master met us and led us into one of the bedrooms.

On the bed was our required clothing for the evening. There was a short sheer white dress that was comprised of little fabric as well as sexy high heels. I glanced at mine and was shocked though I should not have been given the circumstances; it was a shiny nude colored bodysuit that bore bold words reading “cuckold bachelor” on the front.

Master ordered us to dress quickly. I struggled, but managed to pull the tight fitting garment onto my body. The crotch area had a designed pouch to host my caged cock and though not see-through, it was literally skin tight and as such, completely evident I was caged beneath it.

Additionally, the back could be opened and was secured merely with Velcro. It was hugging tightly against my ass which already had the Velcro starting to pull from itself as I moved, and this alarmed me given I bear nothing underneath the nude bodysuit.

I glanced at my lovely wife and she looked amazing; the heels had her taller than me which showed off her lovely and toned legs. The dress was open around the chest area and the thin fabric barely covered her perky breasts. As she turned, the back hardly covered her sexy ass cheeks.

To make matters worse, Master placed a lit-up and blinking collar around her neck which read “slutty bachelorette”. It was evident what the theme of the evening would be and after letting that sink in for a few seconds, he led us into the main area of the suite.

The group awaiting us was smaller than expected but still a sizeable group of men and women pre-partying. The women were dressed in more elegant white dresses to accompany Miss Jenny this evening or so it appeared given the consistent “white” bachelorette theme.

As I surveyed the room, it became more disturbing as both my boss, Tim and my wife’s ex-lover, Kevin were both present. In fact, Jen’s ex-lover approached immediately, simply said. “Hey slut,” to her and then in a demeaning tone, said to me, “I am sure you are eager to consume more of my cum this evening faggot.”

Master then changed course with an announcement, “Thank you all for coming this evening and we are going to have an amazing time tonight. The rules are fairly simple and the main one is to make sure that no one is arrested. Slut is dressed in bachelorette attire as a slutty bachelorette and similar to other bachelorette parties, there are certain tasks that are required of her tonight.”

Master continued, “Excluding the men already present, slut needs to get 180 male fingers inside of her this evening, 120 in her pussy and 60 in her ass.”

He paused laughing, “Though some may want to or

even be encouraged to shove in multiple fingers, the maximum that will be counted towards the required task will be 2 fingers per gentlemen. As such and for those not good at math, a minimum of 90 guys will be needed to complete the assignment at hand.”

Again Master paused letting that sink in, “Each of these gentleman will have 30 seconds to have fun with slut’s holes. My quick calculations tell me that slut will have a minimum of 5,400 pumps in her holes assuming a one second pump per hole (180 fingers x 30 osmaniye escort seconds). Guys love to finger girls and so I am not worried about the attention slut’s pussy will receive, but to further encourage anal penetration, I am writing “six pack” on slut’s exposed chest.”

Everyone looked around at each other in both shock and enjoyment as Master continued, “Anytime an individual asks about the marking, slut will be required to communicate that “six pack” was her high school nickname because she loved having fingers in both of her slutty holes (thumb and finger inserted into her like one would carry a six pack). Slut will then ask and even beg the person to then do just that, six pack her pussy and ass in combination for a period of 30 seconds.”

“For this situation, any male or female can engage in the act, but credit towards the 180 fingers will be restricted to males. And to make sure the rules are followed and tallied appropriately, I have designated Karen as the maid of honor this evening.”

As Karen strode forward, Miss Jenny’s face became as white as the dress she now wore. Karen was my wife’s nemesis, a former best friend while growing up that eventually became her foe and most despised enemy. In High School, Miss Jenny stole her boyfriend, and Karen has been persistent and consistent with the fact that she would get back at my wife since. Karen had not been present at the collaring ceremony and we both wondered how Master had strategically learned of, found, and now had her present for this evening.

Regardless, my wife was nervous and she knew that Karen would be completely despicable.

Again, before we could further our thoughts around Karen’s presence, Master continued. “In addition to slut’s cunt and ass being fingered constantly this evening, Karen has also come up with another exciting game called interesting objects. This sheet of paper will be attached to slut’s back called, Creative Dildos. Anytime, someone sees an object that can be jammed inside slut’s cunt, he or she will let Karen know and not only will that individual be allowed to write the object on the sheet of paper but they will be allowed to penetrate slut’s cunt with the object for a period 30 seconds. To avoid arrest, these acts should be carried out in the bathroom or very private quarters of course.”

Master continued, “To spur additional creativity, I will award the person coming up with the most creative object $1,000 at the end of the night should the person that had the idea still be present at that stage. The only rule related to this specific game, is that the objects must be safe and not injure or tear my owned slut’s tender pussy. Karen will be the ultimate decision maker and will run thoughts by me should she believe it is on the border.”

“Finally, if Karen believes that slut is close to or is having an orgasm, she can allow any penetration to continue beyond 30 seconds at her own discretion. For each orgasm, Karen has complete authority to determine the punishment for slut as I am not giving slut my permission to have any orgasms this evening. She is present for our fun only and not her own selfish pleasures.”

Master took a few seconds to let things sink in and then proceeded, “slave here is clearly the unlucky bachelor for the evening. Karen has thoughtfully created some games and fun for him as well but his boss Tim and Jen’s ex-lover, Kevin, will be handling the duties of co-best men for the evening.”

“For every person that is allowed to finger slave’s wife, slave is properly required to verbally thank the individual, offer up to clean the fingers with his mouth (though most of the men will surely not accept), and finally slave is to offer up the crop to whip the future cuckold husband for a period of 30 seconds, specifically for being an inferior male and for being ignorant enough to marry such a slut.”

Master paused, “Should the individual not take slave up on the offer, either Tim or Kevin can happily step in and do so or aggregate time for later abuse. Further, Karen has created a sign to be attached to slave’s back reading, NUMBER OF CONSUMED CONDOMS.”

The number at the top could easily be altered, but then came the shocking news from Master, “These lovely ladies in white are quite slutty themselves and they will be working hard to provide condom covered hand jobs to each of the men that have properly fingered slut. For each male that is not interested, these lovely ladies can find another random male to complete the task.”

“As such, for each of the 90 men, slave shall consume or be coated in cum from 90 condoms this evening and each emptied condom will be pinned on the sign attached to slave corresponding to the appropriate total.”

“Tim, slave’s boss, will make sure that slave adheres to the consumption standards of each condom and will accompany slave to the nearest bathroom or private area to do so. Again, my rule being that we don’t want to get anyone arrested this evening.”

My heart was racing as the humiliation associated with such acts was beyond comprehension sinop escort and even if people were not able to view me eating cum from the condoms themselves, the sign and the used condoms hanging on my body had me feeling sick and already engulfed with degradation.

Master did not provide either of us more time to think as we were immediately ushered out of the suite.

Master had reserved bottle service and a number of private tables at the initial club. We passed the lengthy line and I was almost shocked at the number of comments the ladies were receiving. I had seen bachelorette parties before, but the scene in Vegas was much more pronounced and the attention they were obtaining was astonishing.

My wife was being fed drinks in the limousine on the way to the club and I knew with little food, she was already tipsy. Rather than being nervous, I sensed her excitement about the attention she was receiving and I could tell she was in a very playful and flirty mood. She had already smacked a few male asses on the way into the club telling them to come see her when they got inside.

Again, I was mixed with feelings of jealousy and embarrassment. The party started almost as soon as we sat down and it was Karen that was certainly going to make a statement this evening. There was a large fat white male walking and staring at my wife and immediately Karen called the man over. She ordered slut to sit close across from the large man and Karen had several of the women and men in our group form a bit of a wall around the action.

She ordered slut to spread her legs wide and told the large man that one of the games for the bachelorette this evening was for her to be fingered by strange men and asked if he was interested in being the first to participate. I could sense my wife’s apprehension, but we both realized she had no say in what was taking place.

To make matters worse, Karen said that the bachelorette actually enjoyed fingers in both holes, revealed the “six-pack” mark on slut’s chest, and then ordered slut to scoot to the edge of the chair providing the large statured stranger better access.

Within seconds, the large man had plunged his fingers inside my wife and was fucking her with a thumb inside her pussy and surprisingly two large fingers in her asshole. Thirty seconds seemed to last forever and only Karen seemed to enjoy herself during this period. It seemed she allowed the gentlemen extra time, but eventually she put an end to it.

As instructed by Tim, I moved close to the large man and thanked him for finger fucking my future wife and asked if he wanted his fingers cleaned or wanted to whip my ass with the crop. Fortunately he declined. Not surprisingly the beautiful women with us wanted nothing to do with providing him a hand job but one did offer him a condom and told him that if he wanted to, he could bring it back full of his cum for me, slut’s future husband, to consume.

The man at first seemed appalled but then happily took the condom with a smile as he was ushered from our private area.

Karen seemed proud of herself staring at my wife and then commenting, well did you enjoy that you dirty whorish cunt. She slapped my wife on the cheek and laughed before finally looking around the table for a creative object. As a waitress passed, Karen ordered two shots of tequila and gave Miss Jenny an evil smile. When the waitress returned with the shots, she ordered me and slut to cheers and drink them down.

Immediately thereafter, she ordered the wall to form once again and without warning, she began to fuck slut with the shot glass for 30 seconds. The liquor and the attention was already getting to my wife, and rather than being apprehensive, she arched her body as her pussy accepted the shot glass. Her legs splayed further apart and she put on a show for the next 30 seconds, moaning and tossing her hair back as Karen pleasured slut’s horny cunt with the shot glass.

I watched wondering what Karen was thinking and it appeared that this was going to be an interesting back and forth between the two of them through the evening. In amazing fashion, I saw Karen rub herself and was shocked that my wife might actually be turning her nemesis on.

Karen took out her lipstick to freshen her lips, looked at the object after doing so and then moved closer to my wife once again. She lunged it inside Miss Jenny and while penetrating my wife’s pussy, Karen strategically rubbed her fingers along slut’s clit while doing so. My wife was clearly enjoying this and after thirty seconds, Karen removed the lipstick and her fingers causing slut to lunge forward trying to capture the attention she just lost.

Karen laughed and commented at what a dirty slut my wife was and how surprised she was at how wet and excited my wife already was.

Immediately, Karen motioned the nearest stranger over, positioned Miss Jenny on the floor on all fours, allowing slut to rest her head on the chair she was just sitting in. It was too loud to hear the conversation between Karen and the gentlemen, but he was quickly banging away at my wife’s holes with his fingers, this time one thumb in her ass and two fingers assaulting her wet and eager cunt hole. My wife was bucking against his hand for the entire 30 seconds and again acted like a whore lunging back as his fingers escaped her holes.

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I walked into the office as I did every Monday, tired and not wanting to be there. Going through the door I was met with a greeting from a colleague and her new starter, I had completely forgotten the new person was starting today.

“Dave this is Debbie” my colleague introduced Debbie as I walked through the door.

“Hi Debbie, nice to meet you” I replied.

I didn’t pay much attention to her, instead I wandered over to my desk and put my things down before making a much needed coffee. We had lots of new people come and go so I didn’t tend to pay much attention to them unless they stuck around for longer than a month.

I sat down at my desk with my freshly made coffee and began to trawl through my emails, standard practice for a Monday morning. My desk was at one end of the office and faced into the middle of the room where there was a group of desks the girls sat at. I had a good view of everything from where I sat and could see Debbie being shown the ropes at the opposite end of the office.

A few minutes later Debbie was sat in front of my desk, being shown the computer system and how it works. She was sat on a spare chair with her legs crossed, one over the other. That’s when I noticed her feet…

She was wearing white open toe sandal type shoes with a tall wooden style heel on them, almost like wedges. They only caught my eye because she was playfully flicking her foot up and down as she listened to my colleague explain how our system worked. Her toes were painted in an electric blue polish, a striking contrast from her pale soft looking skin. I continued to watch her play with her shoe, rolling her ankle in circles, scrunching her toes, I was mesmerised. I must have stared for a little too long, I suddenly became aware that she had turned her head to look at me. I immediately diverted my gaze to my monitor, pretending I hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes watching her gorgeous feet.

Lucky for me nothing was said and she continued to sit in front of me all morning, allowing me to gaze and appreciate her feet for a good few hours, probably the best Monday morning I’d had in a long time!

The day passed quickly with 5pm fast approaching and I realised I had done no work! I’d been so distracted by Debbie I’d just been daydreaming about her and her feet, in my own world doing nothing else.

“Sorry, Debbie, but I have to run to a appointment, Dave are you ok to sign Debbie off please?” my colleague asked.

“Yeah sure thing” I replied, thinking she should have rescheduled her appointment if she knew she had a new member of staff starting?

She quickly made her way out along with everyone else in the office, most of the existing staff were lucky enough to be on the 5pm contract, us recent workers started and finished half an hour later than everyone else to cover office opening times. Usually, I hated this but today wasn’t so bad, Debbie and her sexy feet were with me.

“How’s your day been, Debbie?” I asked, not really caring just making small talk.

“Yeah ok thanks, a lot to learn but I’ll get there. How about you?”

“Actually not bad for a Monday” I joked mimicking a gun to my head.

“I’m surprised you got anything done?” she smiled at me. What did she mean? She couldn’t see my computer from there, how would she know what I was doing?

“I’m sorry?” I asked a little defensively.

“Oh kilis escort I didn’t mean to offend, sorry. I just…noticed…that’s all”.

Shit, she had caught me staring for sure. I thought I had gotten away with it before, seemingly not. “Noticed what?”.

There was a light thud sound coming from where Debbie was sat. I couldn’t be sure but I could swear it was the sound of a shoe hitting the ground, my eyes widened.

“…This”. Debbie had lifted her leg and brought her foot down to rest on the desk in front of her. She pointed her toes at me and then wiggled them, they looked delicious!

I had to think quickly, I’d never been put in this situation before, this was like Christmas coming early for me. “Erm, I don’t know what you mean Debbie?” I replied nervously.

“You don’t have to worry Dave, I’ve seen you admiring my feet all day. I noticed this morning, caught you looking and decided to play with you. Do you think I spend all day scrunching and wiggling my toes normally? No, that was for you…”

I couldn’t believe what was happening, this only happens in the porn I watch or the stories I read online? How is this happening to me?

“Do you want them?” she asked bring her other foot up to join the one on the desk, her shoe was still on.

After a few seconds I thought screw it, how often does this opportunity come up? “Yes please” I replied, my eyes fixated on her bare sole facing me.

She gestured with her finger for me to go to her, I did, keeping my eyes locked on her beautiful feet.

“This one first, it’s tired from flirting with you all day…” she wiggled the toes on her barefoot, the one she had seduced me with.

I knelt down in front of the desk, my nose suddenly filled with the sweaty aroma of her foot. She’d obviously worked up quite a sweat, her foot rubbing against her shoe all day. I brought my face closer to her foot, the smell growing stronger and more pungent the closer I got. I pushed my face into her sole, damp and warm I sniffed deeply taking in her sweet sweaty scent. They smelt amazing, her sole soft against my nose as I greedily inhaled her sweaty soles, my cock growing harder and harder with each nose-full. Debbie scrunched her toes down on to my nose, her sole wrinkling against my face. My nose pushed between her big toe and the next, the smell was at it’s strongest, the sweatiest part of her foot was now presented under my nose and I was loving it.

I opened my eyes to see Debbie leaning back on her chair, her blouse half open and her skirt up around her waist. She was biting her lip and staring at me while she rubbed her pussy through her panties. She was enjoying this just as much as me, I was in my wildest fantasy and didn’t want it to end. I reached over to other foot to free it from it’s white sandal prison, fumbling with the strap I managed to slip the shoe off. I bought it up to my mouth and began to push my tongue across the indentations her toes had made in the sole, tasting the saltiness her sweat had left behind.

While I was distracted with the tasty treat Debbie’s shoe was providing, she had pulled her blouse all the way open, revealing a black lacy bra. Debbie was more than ample in the breast department, I hadn’t noticed during the day as her dark blouse had hidden the real size of her chest. She was easily a natural E or F cup, the kırklareli escort tops of her breasts wobbling thanks to her vigorously rubbing her pussy. She reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra with her free hand, pulling her bra off and letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts lightly bounced as she freed them, her nipples were fully erect as she started to paw at them, squeezing and pulling on them.

“Don’t forget these Dave” Debbie wiggled the toes on both of her feet, inviting me towards them. I dropped her shoe and turned my attention to her perfect feet. I savoured the scent one last time as I knew as soon as I started to lick and suck her feet, I would lap up her sweet and salty sweat and the odour along with it. I steadied myself, I’d been waiting a long time for this and I wanted to remember every second. Her left foot was my first target, in particular her big toe with the bright electric blue polish. I ran my tongue from the ball of her foot up to the pad of her big toe before enveloping it in my mouth, sucking on it while I twirled my tongue, circling her soft skin.

Debbie let out a moan as her body tensed up, “Oh Dave…” she licked her lips, “do they taste good?”

I just nodded my head in agreement, I wasn’t stopping to talk, I was content with my mouthful of toe and I wasn’t stopping.

“I want to taste them…” she raised her other foot up, grabbed her ankle and pulled her foot toward her face. She bought her toes under nose and began to sniff them, moaning as she did do. I looked up to see her hungrily licking and sucking at her own toes, stopping every now and again to savour the taste, her eyes wide licking her lips, “damn they taste gooood today!”

Today? I thought. How often does she do this? Had I finally found a woman that was as into feet as I was, actually had a fetish and not just putting on a show for me? In any case I was loving it, my cock throbbing in my trousers, begging to get out. It was more than I could handle, I unzipped my fly and released my cock, pre cum dripping from my swollen head. I began to stroke it, matching the rhythm Debbie was setting while rubbing her pussy, her hand now venturing down her panties. I could here pussy squelching with her juices as she worked it with her fingers, the sound adding to my already aroused state, driving me crazy.

I stood up revealing my cock to Debbie, she was still devouring her foot at this point, her toes slipping in and out of her mouth. She looked across the desk and caught site of my throbbing cock, stood to attention, leaking in anticipation. She took her toes out of mouth, they glistened with her saliva as she held her foot in her hand, “Come here…” I walked towards her, my cock lazily swinging from side to side as I took each step.

She took her hand from inside her panties, her juices dripping from her fingers as she reached out and gently caressed the head of my cock, her fingers slipping across my skin lubricated by her cum. My knees buckled with the intense pleasure I felt as she touched me, I was ready to explode at this point but managed to get a hold of myself. She took a firm grip of my cock and pulled me in close, directing me toward her open and waiting mouth. I obliged by shuffling forward, my cock finding it’s way to her mouth.

“Mmmmm” Debbie moaned as she let the head of my cock pass her karabük escort lips. Her mouth was so warm and wet, it turned me on even more knowing her mouth was full of her foot sweat at the same time as my cock. She slipped further down my shaft, taking my cock deep down her throat as I pushed forward. I pulled back slowly until my cock was in front of her, she looked up at me confused as if I’d taken something from her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing…I want you to suck your toes and my cock at the same time…”

Her eyes widened at my instruction and she was quick to comply, pushing the shaft of my cock into her wrinkled sole as the head of my cock and her toes met in her mouth. She took turns at sucking my cock, then her toes and then all at together, it felt amazing and she was enjoying the salty combination of my pre cum and her feet.

I reached down and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, firmly rubbing her g-spot maintaining pressure. She started to buck in her seat, meeting the rhythm of my fingers with the thrust of her hips. She threw her head back gripping my cock against her foot tightly as she let out a scream. A torrent of cum gushed from her pussy, I took my hand away and grabbed her breast while she continued to squirt her juices across the desk splashing off the surface, all over herself. I pulled away from her grasp, leant down over her foot and began to slurp and suck her cum from her feet and toes. The taste was intense, I could still taste her sweaty feet through her sweat juices, the mixture washing over my tongue.

“Fuck me Dave, I need you inside me now…”

I needed little encouragement, I picked her up off her chair and laid her down on the desk, her body sliding in her own juices. Pushing the tip of my cock into her pussy, she let out a moan as she bit her lip. I teased her for a few seconds before thrusting my hips forward, the full length of my aching cock sinking into her soaking pussy. I began to pound away, my balls swinging and slapping against her wet arse while she held her legs up high by her feet. It wasn’t long before I was at the brink, I’d held onto my load longer than I had ever done in the past, I hadn’t masturbated in a while so I knew it was going to be heavy and thick.

“Keep going, I’m going to cum again!” she screamed at me.

I felt her tense up around my cock, that was it I could hold it back no longer. Her cum squirted out around my cock, soaking my legs in her warm juices as I pulled my cock free. I grabbed her feet and levelled them in front of my cock, a few more strokes was enough for my cum to fire out across her toes. 5 or 6 thick heavy ropes of cum covered her toes and feet, overshooting hitting her breasts. She continued squirting wildly, the angle she was out forced her cum to fountain straight up hitting my cock and splashing her feet at the same time.

I stood in a complete trance as my body stopped convulsing, I looked down at Debbie breathing heavily holding her ankles. She pulled both feet toward her and inspected her cum covered toes, “Wow Dave, that’s a lot of cum, I’d better clean that up…”. With that she began to wiggle her toes, my cum starting to drip down into her mouth. She started to eat her toes, sucking and licking her feet clean of my cum, moaning and groaning as she lapped up every last drop I had fired at her. She swallowed it down licking her lips, wiping the cum from her breasts and licking her fingers.

“What a first day!” Debbie smiled at me.

“Hopefully you stick around so we can do this again?” I needed her again, soon!

“I’m your play thing now Dave, I’m not going anywhere…”

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My duties as an anthropologist had been kept to the classroom for the past year, ever since I lost two of my closest colleagues in the jungles of the Yucatan to what everyone had insisted was nothing but folklore. A slug-like creature had literally consumed them. The reports from some of the local guides were that one of my friends even went in search of the organism, which they called The Worm, alone. Why he would have done something that risky is beyond me. Even when we are digging in our own backyards, anthropologists and archaeologists always have at least one person backing us up.

Having built up an extensive body of work as one of the country’s leading anthropologists, leaving the university grounds was not really an issue for me. My students did field work that was based largely on what I shared with them during lectures. My peers around the globe kept me up-to-date with additions to my existing journals, and often sent me notes and photos of their more curious finds as a friendly way of rubbing my nose in their quirky discoveries. Still, I was able to be an academic shut-in without too many repercussions.

One afternoon during a break I found an envelope on my desk in my office from one such friend, Armin, whose area of expertise was Nordic culture. I picked up the crumpled envelope, which had obviously been through many postal systems in order to finally reach me, opened it and pulled out the contents. I had half-expected to read just one more long-winded letter about yet another advancement in the field of anthropology that was going to change everything but all that was inside was what amounted to a scrap of paper with two sentences: “The Icelandic Hand,” was the first. The second was “Go to Herdubreid.”

If I had received a note like that from almost anyone else I knew in the field I would have simply tossed it into the garbage and figured he or she was just being a pretentious ass. Anyone else would have gone into mind-numbing detail as to why I had to get to a small village in eastern Iceland. Armin was not that kind of guy. Sure, he had always been a little dramatic but for him, two sentences was meant to be enough information to get me on a plane at my earliest convenience. The details, as tantalizing as I am sure they were, would come later.

All I had to do was find a suitable graduate student to cover my lessons for the next few weeks and I could find out what Armin had discovered that he thought I just had to hear about.

•

Adding to the mystery once I landed in Iceland was the fact that Armin was not waiting for me in the airport. If he had been there, I could have immediately started pressing him for details about why I had to fly almost half-way around the world to find out the meaning behind a two-sentence note. As I said, Armin was dramatic but he was also smart. The guy he sent to pick me up at the airport had nothing but a sign with my name on it and absolutely no command of the English language. Suffice it to say it was a long, quiet drive to Herdubreid.

My driver seemed like a nice enough fellow. He kept pointing at what I guessed were his favourite vistas along our route. We would both smile and nod in agreement that they were in fact quite breathtaking. If had remembered to charge my phone before leaving my office then I would have looked up a translation for “What the hell am I doing here?!” so I could ease the boredom.

Just when my face was about to split from having appreciated yet one more picturesque landscape my driver cranked the wheel and we started to head up a narrow mountain road. I caught a glimpse of the sign for Herdubreid out of the corner of my eye and was about to say something but figured that I may as well let this adventure unfold as Armin wanted it to unfold.

It wasn’t long before I saw the small group of vehicles and the familiar set-up for doing field studies. And then Armin appeared. Finally, I thought, I can find out what the fuss is all about.

“You look as tense as ever, my friend,” Armin said as I got out of the car. “I guess your desk job didn’t settle your nerves as you had hoped.”

“My nerves were fine until I had to hop on a plane and go for a drive with your blond mute chauffeur.” I smiled at the driver as I said this to camouflage my tone.

He smiled back and then said “I speak English fluently. Armin said I should pretend not to so you wouldn’t try to pump me for information.”

After a very brief pause both the driver and Armin were almost in tears from laughing so hard. Before I could complain, my friend had taken me by the arm and was leading me past the cluster of trucks to a clearing with yet another gorgeous view.

He wiped the last of the tears from his eyes and looked across the slope.

“What do you see?”

“Iceland at its best, Armin. And a lot of sheep.”

“You are getting rusty. Stop thinking like a desk-jockey. Are you sure that is all you see?,” he asked.

I looked again.

“I see a bunch of big fluffy sheep over there, gebze escort a few loner fluffy sheep over there, a bunch of little fluffy sheep scattered in between them, and rocks and branches.”

“Are you sure?,” he asked again but this time he had a wry grin on his face.

“Armin?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Give me your damn binoculars.”

He slipped them from around his neck and handed them to me.

I scanned the hillside with a more critical eye. The sheep were obviously sheep, their thick fur blowing in the wind. The little sheep were … headless and legless.

“Why the hell don’t the little sheep have arms and legs, Armin?” I kept the binoculars up to my eyes as I went from little puff ball to little puff ball just to make sure all the little sheep that weren’t little sheep were actually all not little sheep.

“Keep looking,” Armin said. “You still haven’t seen the other part of the mystery.”

“Can you give me a hint? I am still trying to figure out what the little ‘unsheep’ are all about?”

Armin pulled my left arm down a bit so I could see where he was pointing.

“Check out the branches.”

I aimed the binoculars along the route his finger was directed. The branches ranged from a foot to three feet in length and were between three and eight inches thick. Each one was covered in a spiraling sequence on burls from one end to the other. The wood had a strange texture to it, almost sponge-like and glistened near each end in some cases.

“Those are some very strange branches, Armin. They don’t look very dense and they all appear to be hollow with a white moss at each opening and … .” I couldn’t believe my eyes and had to wait a minute before I could say anything. There it was again!

“Armin! That branch over there moved! It started to bend and … holy crap, Armin, is it walking?! I have to get closer to take a look at this thing.”

“I wouldn’t advise that,” he said, resting his hand on my shoulder. “Just wait. This is about to get very interesting. Keep looking.”

As I was watching the one branch that had started to bend, I noticed another close to it begin to move as well. And then the burls began to loosen starting at the end nearest the flock of sheep all the way down its length. Before I could make any comment about this new development, the branch with all of its burls loosened started to bound across the field like a combination of a centipede and a jack rabbit.

A few of the sheep noticed it racing across the grass and started to scatter but one large male had been too busy eating and only picked up on the speeding form when it was too late. As the long tube got within about two feet of the ram it skipped off the ground slapped the sheep right in the chest. Panicked, the animal bounced up and down on its front legs trying to shake its attacker from its long fur but the long fingerlike appendages were buried deep into the curls of the rams underbelly.

The branch, or whatever it was, pulled itself along the length of the ram with a quick and steady purpose and was soon indistinguishable from the long, flowing pelt of the sheep to which it had attached itself. Not long after the branch-thing had disappeared from view, the ram stopped hopping around and just stood perfectly still. I no longer knew what I was looking at.

“Uh, Armin?,” I said, lowering the binoculars. “What the hell, Armin?!”

He chuckled a little.

“The best we can figure is that it is some sort of parasite. Large, and able to get around and live on its own, but still a parasite.”

“And it … .” I didn’t want to say it and sound like a pervert.

“Yes,” my colleague nodded, “it only goes after the males in the flock. And the weak.”

I looked over at him.

“What do you mean it goes after the weak?”

“It eats them.” He pointed up the hill a little at a large white, fluffy mound. “You see that over there?”

“Yeah,” I said, “it’s a sleepy sheepy.” I wasn’t sure how seriously I was supposed to be taking all of this.

Armin shook his head.

“That, my friend, is one of the legless sheep. Or a big branch. Whatever you want to call it.”

“They’re the same thing?!” I was stunned.

“Yep. When they are in their branch form they can get around rather quickly. When they ‘get parasitic’ they actually fold themselves inside out and latch onto the sheep’s … sheepliness. The little puff balls you saw are the ones that have gotten what they needed, or in some cases, they are simply playing possum.”

“The locals tend to harvest the larger ones before they start decimating their herds since the really big ones goes after even the healthiest of Little Bo Peep’s pals.” He started walking back to the tent they had set up. “The little ones are not a big problem. Sure they slow down the birth rate a little but once they get to a proper size the pelts fetch a pretty penny. The problem is the bigger ones tend to do more than just latch onto the rams.” He pointed gümüşhane escort up the hill at a large white mass of hair lying in the field away from the flock, the pristine locks swaying in the gentle breeze.

“The big guys like that one tend to eat the sheep. If one of these horned fellas is paying attention then he can outrun one of the little guys, but as they get bigger odds skew in favour of the puff ball. I saw a young farmer not understand the amount of respect he had to give to one of the more senior of the furry futons. The kid got too distracted by petting the thing, which is totally understandable considering how soft their pelts are, but he spent a little too much time thinking about the kill and the next minute he was bounced halfway across the field.”

I didn’t take my eyes off the flowing fur of the big creature Armin had pointed out. I swallowed hard before I spoke.

“How soft is their fur? I mean, what’s the big deal?”

“I’m not sure what sort of furs you are familiar with but it’s like a cross between fox and angora rabbit – a little bit of the stiffness of fox with all the softness of the angora except it’s about three times as long.”

I looked at Armin, then at the flock, and then back at Armin.

“So, what are you doing here? Are you going to write a paper about … .” I paused and waived my arm at the hillside. “About all of this?”

He shook his head.

“I had to promise that I would only do research for my personal archives. Like in most agricultural industries, parasites are kind of frowned up. The government has an official ban on these little guys but it also knows that the sale of their pelts adds one heck of a boost to the local economy.” He smiled. “Pardon the pun, but this is just a pet project.”

“So, what am I doing here?”

“To be honest, I heard about how you shut yourself in your office after your friends died last year and I thought something quirky would be the perfect way for you to experience field work again. You have to admit,” he said, slapping me on the shoulder, “this beats the heck out of screening soil and looking for tiny bit of pottery.”

“True enough.” He was right. I had been a shut-in for too long. “How can I help?”

“That we can figure out tomorrow for tonight you look exhausted … and starved. Let’s grab a bite to eat from the cooler in the back of my truck, you can tell me all about how boring it is to be stuck in a classroom from eight until seven, and then I will drive you to your hotel.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” I said. “What’s on the menu?”

Armin looked at me with a deadpan expression on his face. “I hope you like mutton.”

It was my turn to slap him on the shoulder.

“You’re an idiot, Armin. And you better be kidding.”

•

With a sandwich and a drink in my belly, and what turned out to be a really nice chat with an old friend about nothing of any consequence – no work, no tedious “What’s-your-next-paper-going-to-be-about?” conversations – I began to feel refreshed. Jetlagged beyond belief, but refreshed nonetheless.

Armin dropped me off at a little inn on the western edge of Herdubreid where some of the other members of his team were staying. It had a real country feel – old solid furniture, paintings that would have looked staid anywhere else, and a really great fireplace in the main hall just off the foyer.

My room, which Armin said he would pay for (the luxury of university grants and minimal oversight), probably looked like every other room in the place but still made me feel like I was in a home away from home. Someone from the research team had made sure that my luggage had been brought up so there was not much for me to do but unpack my toothbrush and grab a shower before heading to bed.

The soap didn’t lather up very much under the hot water (the inn must have been on a well) but it still felt good to wash off the grime of the long flight. I was drying off and I had just begun to think how relaxing it was going to be not having to face the daily grind for a week when I heard something hit the floor in my room. I hung the towel on the hook behind the door and peaked around the corner. Along with the rustic feel when they decorated, the innkeepers also kept the lighting to the bare minimum so it was hard so see more than a couple of feet in front of me as I looked around the room.

I walked out of the bathroom with one hand in front of me and watching the floor every two or three steps to make sure I didn’t trip over anything. As I got to the edge of the bed I found what had made the noise I heard when I was in the bathroom. A small picture frame had fallen from the nightstand. Luckily there was no glass in the frame so I picked it up and put it back where the dust outline under the lamplight showed it had been sitting. The tap of the wooden frame hitting the nightstand happened at exactly the same time as a rustling behind me. I spun around and peered back towards the open bathroom door izmir escort but couldn’t see anything except the light above the vanity.

The rustling noise came again, this time from the opposite corner from where I thought I had initially heard it. As I squinted into the darkness to see what was shifting across the floor in the dimly lit room I suddenly saw something rushing at me faster than anything I had seen before. I put up my hands just in time to feel a heavy thud against my chest, knocking me back to the bed. Pulling my hands free I tried to grab hold of whatever it was that was slapping my chin and rib cage as it curled over my shoulder. It slipped easily out of my grasp no matter how tight I tried to hold on.

I managed to raise my head when it lurched sideways out of my reach and saw that it was one of those branch creatures I had seen earlier that evening. It must have been between three and four feet long and about ten inches around and was as agile as all get out. Every time I grabbed one of its fingerlike appendages it simply contracted it and glided out of my hand and trundled down my torso. It was heavier and stronger than it looked and I had to continue the fight while laying on my back as it thrashed from side to side, always able to avoid being pinned down for more than a second or two.

Just as I began to feel its fingers or feet or whatever they were dragging its form across my belly button it lurched forward, like a snake striking at its prey, and I could immediately feel the softest fur all around my cock. I stopped fighting just for a moment as the unbelievable sensation of the white fibre now cuddling my penis sunk in. I shook my mind out of the haze that had come over it and noticed that the creature was no longer whipping itself against my body. I reached out to try to pull it free when all of the appendages started moving all at once scurrying away from my hands like they were running in unison towards my crotch.

I lifted my head again and saw that as the fingers converged at my cock, the white fur was rushing back up my belly towards my head just as quickly. The effect was like watching the sand of an hourglass pour from the top half of the jar into the bottom half of the jar but without the jar being there. The fur surged over my penis as the transformation occurred, causing my pelvis to quake and spasm as the pouring softness rushed over my stiffening cock. The flow of fingers and beige tube into surging, silky hairs was seamless and by the time the process was complete I realized that I hadn’t been able to hold onto any part of the creature for anything longer than a nanosecond. Only once it had inverted itself completely did it finally stop moving and that was when I tried again to pull it off me.

The long, snowy tresses gave way effortlessly as I tried to tug at the creature. The more I pulled, the more the fingers danced quickly over my penis, their grip tightening and then … and then I felt a warmth, a wetness over the entire length of my shaft. The shock of this was just as delightful as the fur when it first sucked me in but I was still freaked out and kept trying to get the creature to release me. My tugging became quite insistent and it didn’t take me long to discern the connection between my yanking and the creature’s hurried fingering … its luscious fingering of my cock as it sought to hold onto me. Or was it that the creature was trying to break down my will to fight it. It could have been that it was desperately trying to hold onto me but it definitely had the effect of dissuading me from my efforts to remove it.

As it squeezed and massaged my penis from its tip to its base all at the same time, I had settled into a rhythm myself of stroking the fur, with both of my hands, from where the creature had curled itself in behind my neck down its length to the first tufts of hair in my pubis. Armin had referred to them as parasites but laying there on the bed, my fingers surrounded, enveloped by the incredibly soft, deliciously fluffy fur that would have happily made any man lose his mind to the delights it sent through the skin, flooding every sense with the plushness that covered every inch and more of the sinewy form that flooded over my stomach and chest, the creature’s nature seemed more symbiotic than anything else because I was surely getting as much as, if not more, than it was taking from me.

I was still lying on my back, and even though I had thought about moving higher onto the bed so that my legs were not hanging over its edge, there was no way that I could have – the creature’s massaging of my penis was all-consuming. The appendages inside the wooly tube were methodical in their rubbing, like they were constantly plotting and replotting a course up and down the shaft of my cock. Sometimes they would draw themselves slowly around the circumference of my penis, and other times they would tap and pull on me like they were trying to grasp a falling pencil. I had to concentrate hard to keep my orgasm at bay. I had almost lost myself several times to the flitting onslaught that raged around my cock, as well as the indulgence and delight of the furred and willingly malleable tube that filled my palms that I nearly came into the orifice that was so amorously engulfing every part of me.

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After my sexual encounters with Angie, I hid out in my room and tried to avoid contact with my sister and her friends. I mean, I was happy I’d finally lost my virginity, but I was too afraid I would be cornered by one of the girls and asked to talk about the experience, so I just avoided the possibility entirely.

Linda and her four friends went out for the evening and came back some time late. I don’t know what time it was that they came home, but I was already in bed by the time they did. I’m a late sleeper, though, so I wasn’t too surprised to wake up and go down to the kitchen and see my sister, Linda, and her hot friend, Angie, already laying out by the pool.

In the mornings, the sun splashes into the kitchen, allowing people at the poolside to be able to see inside the house, especially the kitchen. Linda didn’t seem to notice me. She actually looked like she was napping in the lawn chair, but Angie definitely saw me. She yelled, “Tommy, come on out here!” Linda didn’t move even with Angie yelling like that. She must have really been sleeping heavily.

I walked out to her and spoke in a soft voice, “What is it?”

“Can you rub some lotion on me?” She asked in a sappy, sweet voice.

“Sure, no problem,” I reached for the lotion beside the lawn chair and walked to the space between her and my sister. How could I say no? She’d blown me and taken my virginity. The least I could do was put some lotion on for her. And it wasn’t like it was a chore. I was more than happy to rub my hands up and down on her body.

Angie looked me up and down from behind her dark sunglasses. “Can you do me one more little favor?”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Take off your shorts while you put the lotion on me,” she sounded serious.

I glanced over at my sister. Her head was pointed in my general direction, but her mouth was open a little and she was breathing very slowly, both good indicators that she was sleeping.

“What if she wakes up?” I asked.

“She was drinking a lot last night. I don’t think she’s going to wake up. If she does, just pull a towel over you. I’m sure she won’t notice,” Angie explained.

“And the other girls?” I asked. There were still three more of her friends somewhere in that house.

“They’re all still asleep, too. They won’t be up for a couple more hours. Besides, we should be able to hear them coming with plenty of time to cover you up.”

I made a doubtful expression and placed my hands on my hips.

“I’ll make it worth your effort,” Angie whispered. “And if you get caught…” she paused, “I’ll make it extra worth your effort.”

I threw caution to the wind and didn’t really consider the consequences for once. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, I slid them down and off, then sat down beside Angie as quickly as I could, pulling a towel up onto my thigh. Angie was smiling and staring at my little cock the whole time.

“What’s that for?” Angie pointed to the towel.

“In case Linda wakes up,” I explained.

Angie grabbed the towel and dropped it onto the pool deck, “You won’t need it unless she wakes up and she probably won’t wake up for a couple of hours.”

I was nervous. Linda could wake up at any moment. Either that or one of the other girls could come out and discover me being naked right there and I’d have to explain it, but then again, Angie did say she’d make it worth my efforts and I had every reason to believe the woman who had already made me cum three times within the first few hours of meeting her.

“Aren’t you going to roll over?” Feeling exposed, I was trying to speed up the process a little.

“For what?”

“So I can put lotion on your back.”

“No, silly, then I can’t sit here and look at your naked body,” She explained. “I want you to put lotion on my front,”

“But, can’t you reach your front with your own hands?” I just wasn’t getting it.

“I can, but why should I? Are you telling me you don’t want to help me put lotion on these?” Angie reached behind her and untied the string on her bikini top, then peeled it off her large, firm breasts.

I was mesmerized by them. I mean, sure, she’d given me a blowjob and I’d even fucked her (twice!), but this was the first time I’d seen those ripe, white melons. She had well-defined tan lines that accentuated both breasts nicely. I could see by the lines that she liked to wear her bikini tops in a way that just barely covered the edge of her nipples. Seeing them like this excited me even more just from knowing how dangerously close her nipples were from popping into view when she had her bikini top on.

“You don’t want me to get a sunburn, do you?” she asked. The sight of her bare breasts and the boldness of her whipping her top off in front of me started to stimulate me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The added danger of someone coming out back and seeing her and the risk of my sister waking up was something that also got my blood pumping. In just a few seconds, my cock grew van escort from completely soft to a full erection. Angie didn’t miss that minor detail, either. She looked down at my stiffened little cock and smiled when she noticed my erect state. She immediately reached down and rested her hand on my thigh just a few inches away from my throbbing erection.

“I wouldn’t want you to burn,” I shook my head, then squeezed a good glob of lotion out into one hand, then rubbed my hands together, smearing the lotion all over both hands. Maintaining eye contact with Angie, I reached forward, placing the palms of both hands onto the soft, firm skin of her breasts. I felt my cock twinge as my hands came into contact with her flesh.

Angie dropped her head back onto the pool chair, turning her head away from Linda. I was in heaven. I kneaded Angie’s breasts firmly with my palms, then let my fingers slide back and forth across her hardening nipples. Then, I gripped each breast at the base and squeezed upward and toward the center of Angie’s chest, squeezing her breasts into hardened points until I was left holding her by her nipples.

“Are you trying to milk me?” Angie asked, barely looking at me.

“No, not really,” I replied. “Did that hurt?”

“No, that’s not it. I just don’t know how much you know about a woman’s body, so I wanted to make sure you weren’t expecting to have some milk squirt out or something.”

“Oh,” I said. I hadn’t considered being able to milk her, but the thought was interesting.

I flinched when an unexpected hand gripped my other thigh. I was horrified when I looked over to see that it was Linda who had placed her hand on my leg.

“Are you naked?” She asked, peering over the top of her dark glasses as she gripped my leg to keep me from snapping my thighs shut to hide my little cock.

As fast as I could, I moved my hands down to cover my little cock in an attempt to block it from Linda’s view. I couldn’t stand the thought of having her make fun of me for my little cock.

Hearing Linda’s words, Angie turned her head to look at Linda. “I thought you were asleep,” Angie observed. She didn’t seem the least bit startled and made no move to cover up her bare chest.

“I was,” Linda answered. “What exactly are you two doing anyway?” She didn’t sound angry, just surprised.

“He was rubbing lotion on me,” Angie answered.

“I can see that. But he’s completely naked.” Linda hit on the key issue here.

“We thought you were asleep,” Angie explained. “Close your eyes again and forget all about us if it bothers you.”

“Okay, whatever,” Linda said, pulling her hand away from my leg and putting her head back down on the deck chair. Thankfully, she turned her head away from Angie and me.

I looked at Angie. I was so embarrassed and intent on getting my clothes back on. Before I could say anything to Angie about it, Linda turned back over and looked right at me.

“Wait,” Linda said.

“What?” I asked, covering my little cock again. What the hell could she possibly want?

“Let me see…” She said without emotion.

“Let you see what?” I was stunned. She couldn’t possibly mean what I thought she meant.

“Your dick,” She answered. “Not to be a pervert of anything, but I’ve never seen it until now. You’re sitting her naked, so why not? I saw a glimpse of it already anyway, so what difference does it make?”

“No way in hell am I showing you my dick!”

“Oh, come on,” She argued. “Just one look. After that, I’ll roll back over and you can go back to doing whatever it was you were doing and I won’t bother you any more. And, I promise I’ll never mention it again or joke about it or anything like that. You have my word and you know I keep my word. ”

“No way!” I protested. “I can’t.”

“Hey, if you’re worried I’m going to laugh because it’s small, forget it. She said seriously. “I’ve seen you walking around in shorts and I’ve seen you with a boner sometimes. So, don’t be ashamed of it. I won’t think any less of you. Why not just show me?”

“Because you’re my sister!” Then, I thought of a different tactic, “Would you show me your tits if I asked?” I couldn’t bring my self to say ‘pussy’.

“I don’t see why not,” She said, reaching behind her to grab the string of her top.

“No, wait! I didn’t mean that,” My plan obviously back-fired on me. “I was just using that as an example.”

“Hey, if you were curious, I’d show you. They’re just tits. Come on, just show me your dick,” Linda pleaded. Angie appeared to be tickled at how my sister was making me squirm. “Don’t make me blackmail you with this.”

“Blackmail me? How?”

“I don’t know, like maybe make this the subject of conversation with the other girls when they get up. If you make a deal with me, I say nothing, but the deal is off if you don’t show me.”

“Come on, Linda, that’s not very nice! You’ve never been a bitch to me before, so why start now?”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I would yalova escort never blackmail you and you know that, but just show me, okay?”

“I feel weird about it. It’s already bad enough that you saw it,” I complained.

“I promise, this is the last favor I’ll ask of you for a long time,” she reasoned.

Now, I have to admit, I’m often easily persuaded to do things I don’t really want to do, especially by my sister. She just has this way of making me do the things I don’t want to do and this was no exception. “Okay,” I reluctantly agreed, “I’ll move my hands, but only for a few seconds, okay?”

“Okay,” Linda sat up on the deck chair. She was grinning from ear to ear. I had no idea why she suddenly wanted to see my cock so badly.

I took a deep breath, then closed my eyes tightly and lifted both hands off my groin and spread my legs open. I was certain I was giving her a good view of my cock.

“Wow, it’s pretty small, isn’t it?” Linda said quietly. I quickly put my hands back over it and opened my eyes. Before I could bark my protest at her words, Linda said, “Okay, wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you, but you know it’s true, right?”

I nodded.

“Can I see it again really quick?” Linda asked. “I wasn’t finished looking. I promise – cross my heart – I won’t say anything negative about it, okay?”

I took another deep breath, closed my eyes, and raised my hands again. I felt a chill run through my body when a hand grasped my cock, lightly. I opened my eyes and saw Linda’s hand wrapped around my little cock.

“Sorry,” She said, pulling her hand away. She rubbed her fingers together, apparently to spread around the precum that must have gotten on her hand when her fingers ran past the head of my cock. “I just wanted to see what it felt like. I know I didn’t ask, so I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.” My eyes must have been popping out of my head. I couldn’t think of anything to say, but Angie knew what had to be said.

“Did you just grab your brother’s cock?” Apparently, Angie didn’t believe what she’d just seen, either.

Linda looked at me, then at Angie, then back at me, “Should I tell her?” Linda asked.

“Tell me what?”

“Well,” Linda looked very serious, “We’re not exactly brother and sister.”

“Not exactly?” Angie asked. “How is that?”

“My mom and his dad got married just a couple of years ago. To ease everyone’s minds and to make everything easier to epxlain, we never get into the step-brother, step-sister routine. Even when our parents were still dating, it was just easier to say we were brother and sister. It’s just easier than explaining the whole thing and having people look at us and wonder if we’re sleeping together or not.”

“But you look similar enough to be biological siblings,” Angie didn’t quite believe it, but it was true. “Well, close enough anyway… Have you two ever…?”

“No,” Linda answered before Angie could finish the sentence. “Neither of us ever had an attraction, but you see what I mean, right?”

“What about now? Why did you want to touch his dick?”

“Like I said, Just curious, I guess,” Linda explained, then looked at me. “I really am sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Should I give you something in return? Do you really want to see my breasts? Would that make it even?”

“No, no, I was bluffing,” I admitted. The whole experience left me feeling weird. Even my dick felt funny after having been touched by the girl I’d treated like a sister for the past few years.

“Sorry if I embarrassed you or violated your personal space,” Linda said quietly before she stood and walked into the house.

“That was fucking weird,” Angie said, then she got up without putting her top back on and followed Linda into the house. I put my own shorts back on and returned to the house, but I avoided the girls and headed right to my room.

Around lunch time, I went downstairs to the kitchen, expecting to find the downstairs vacant, but I ran into all five girls right at the kitchen counter. When I walked into the room, everyone stopped talking and turned right toward me.

“What?” I asked, immediately suspicious that they’d been talking about me while I wasn’t there.

“Nothing, what do you mean ‘what’?” Linda asked. We were both acting like nothing had happened, which was a relief. I didn’t want to discuss it or let on that I was even thinking about it.

I caught both Erin and Rachel both looking down at my crotch. They both looked away when I looked at them. Fuck, I guess they had been talking about me. I just shook my head.

“Hungry?” Linda asked. “There’s sandwich stuff on the counter.”

“Thanks,” I said, then started fixing myself a sandwich. While I was constructing what could only be described as a delicious mess, Angie joined me at the counter.

“Do you want to eat my pussy?” She whispered.

I looked back over my shoulder slightly to see if the other girls were paying attention. They çorlu escort seemed to be too occupied with their own conversation to hear Angie’s whispered question. “Yeah,” I whispered back.

“After you’ve had time to eat your sandwich,” She stated.

“I’ll be in my room,” I whispered back, carrying my sandwich as I left the room.

The girls started giggling about something, but I ignored them, hoping it wasn’t about me.

I’d been in my room with the door shut for about an fifteen minutes. It took me nearly that long to eat my sandwich.

I was laying on my bed and flicking through a magazine when there was a light knock before the door swung open. It was Angie.

“Hey,” She said. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“No. I was just reading.”

Angie plopped down beside me on the bed, putting her body parallel to mine, she got her body prone and propped herself up on her elbows with her arms crossed under her. She plucked the magazine from my hands and set it down on the bed on the other side of her. “Well, I was having a chat with the girls downstairs about some of the stuff we did up here…”

“You told them?” I asked with surprise in my voice must have been obvious.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? They’re my friends. Come on, you must have known I would tell them. You tell your friends things like that, don’t you?”

“You talked about it with my sister?” I asked in disbelief. “Christ!” It was already bad enough that she’d seen my little cock out by the pool, and to make matters worse, she’d also touched it! I never expected that to happen.

“Well, it was no secret. She knew what we were doing up here.”

“I guess I was hoping you wouldn’t have talked about it,” I said, rolling onto my side to face her. I placed my head in my palm and propped myself up on my elbow. “How much did you tell them?” I was worried she’d described my little dick to them or commented on a poor performance.

“I just told them a little about what we did and how you fucked me. Oh, and I told them that you fucked me doggy-style till I came. That’s about it. That’s not a problem for you, is it?”

“No,” I said, holding back a smile. If that’s all she told them, it made me sound like a stud and I had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Well, anyway, one of the girls asked me if you were a good kisser, so imagine my embarrassment when I said, ‘Oh, shit, I sucked his dick and I fucked him, but I never kissed him’.”

“So, you came up here to straighten that out?” I asked.

“That’s not the only thing I came up here for, but can you imagine that? I’ve had your dick in my mouth, but not your tongue.”

In all the excitement, I hadn’t even thought about it. So much had happened in the past two days, I never slowed down to think.

I leaned forward, pressing my hand against Angie’s hip cueing her to roll over onto her back with me following. With Angie flat on her back, I pressed my body against hers, sliding one of my legs between hers and pressing my hand down on the other side of her body. My face was only a few inches away from hers. Her lips were shiny with gloss and I could feel her breath on me as she looked at me expectantly.

Slowly, I lowered my face to hers. I was also unintentionally building the suspense and adding to the excitement of the moment. Our mouths parted slightly as our lips came into contact with one another. Then, I felt Angie’s tongue brush lightly across my upper lip. My own tongue darted out to meet hers.

Pushing her tongue deeper into my mouth, Angie exhaled loudly. Gripping me at the back of my neck with one hand, she pressed my faced down tightly against hers. Her other hand snaked around my waist, pressing me down onto her body. My cock had already stiffened to a nice little erection, which was eagerly poking her in the hip. By the gyrations of her hips, I assumed Angie must have felt my erect little cock pressing into her side.

“Mmmm…” she moaned as our tongues wrestled, darting in and out of one another’s mouths. I flicked at Angie’s tongue rapidly with my own tongue and started grinding my hips in rhythm with Angie’s gyrations.

“Okay,” Angie pulled her face away from mine, breaking the mouth lock. “I think it’s safe to tell the girls you’re a decent kisser.”

I didn’t respond. I was already aroused and didn’t want to stop, so I started kissing her along her neck, nibbling my way around to her shoulder. The shirt she was wearing was very elastic, so I boldly tugged at the top button, then slid her shirt off the shoulder to give my mouth access to it.

Angie offered no resistance. Instead, she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of my head as I kissed my way across her collar bone toward the center of her chest. Feeling even more brave, I gently kissed her along the middle of her breastbone, starting with the base of her throat. To pave the way for my mouth, I attacked the buttons of her shirt one by one with my hand, then opened the front of her shirt completely before continuing my trail down the center of her chest.

Angie’s ample cleavage held tension on a single barrier to my quest. Where her bra came together in the middle was an obstacle that needed to be cleared from the path of my mouth.