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The two middle ages sisters had now been acting as general home help to my husband Mike and myself for over 3 months. Margaret had always been rather untidy but Monica her older sister was so gently efficient she just charmed everyone.

Although I am 29 years old, loved it when she playfully addressed me as Princess Claire. Mike adored her.

I felt in heaven since Monica had joined the scene. It had started when we first employed Margaret and her husband Gerry to help around the house. Gerry was an odd job man. He was as bit of a scrounger really, but he was very good in the garden and fixing things around the house.

Margaret and Gerry had sort of muddled their way through things for a few weeks, until by accident, we came to know Monica. Everything changed when she started to help her sister at our home. Both Mike and I had been entranced with her quiet efficient manner and we could see that Margaret admired her sister.

Monica had this quiet air of authority without having to raise her voice. Even Gerry didn’t step out of line when his sister in law was around.

I felt so wonderful as she sort of mothered me. It was a wonderfully warm feeling that I had never experienced as a young girl growing up in a rather conservative home. My mother had been a kindly but unfeeling woman.

With Monica it was so different. She recognised that she and Margaret were in effect our servants but she could see that I needed that little personal touch. Sometimes she would half apologise that she was overstepping her station and I had to quickly reassure her that I loved her behaving this manner and that I really wanted to please her in every way. I knew I was overdoing it a bit but in his way so was my husband.

She was so unlike her sister Margaret who was a loveable lady but so haphazard and careless. Maggie even sat rather carelessly with her knees partly open without knowing it. It didn’t bother me and I could see Monica smiling when my husband Mike stared rather obviously and had to adjust his trouser position.

I think we all knew that Margaret would let my husband have little touchy treats from time to time. Gerry seemed quite willing and I didn’t really mind. If it gave Mike some pleasure I was the first to realise that it wasn’t doing any harm. I think it was Monica who gradually guided me into this frame of mind.

Monica had encouraged me to sit carelessly like her sister, although I wore much shorter skirts of course and therefore tended to show more underwear. I don’t think my husband Mike liked it, especially when Margaret’s husband Gerry was around.

Mike sounded a bit childish when he said I looked like a young teaser but I didn’t care, he seemed less important now. He could moan as much as he liked. He never let Monica hear him objecting.

It was even escort kartal better when Monica joked that I was her pretty princess because I wore short clothes. Mike was jealous and was always trying to please Monica himself.

She even joked with me that girls always like showing their panties. Actually when Margaret’s husband Gerry was around, Monica would encourage me to show him my underwear. I knew she liked me to tease him. I laughed when she told to him “Claire has pretty drawers on today Gerald.”

I knew it was ridiculous for a married woman of my age especially with our odd job man Gerry but it was so exciting.

I loved it when he gasped as I lifted my leg up to show him my knicks. My husband didn’t like it but wouldn’t say anything in case he upset Monica.

Monica would secretly whisper in my ear “Gerald’s cock has gone stiff, Princess.”

It had become a sort of game for us and I giggled as I could see from Gerry’s trousers that he had a big swelling.

She had started to playfully smack my bottom from time to time. Not very hard and it was more teasing than anything else. I enjoyed it. Actually, I was more than just enjoying it. I loved it.

I am 29 years old but I was starting to behave like an adolescent. Whenever I felt that special way, I wanted and needed to have my bottom smacked. Monica wouldn’t do it immediately, and I knew I had to wheedle her into doing it. I couldn’t ask her directly but I did start to wear even shorter clothes.

When I wore my very short old skirt around the house, which showed my panties, Aunty Margaret knew what I needed so desperately and would sometimes intervene on my behalf. Monica would always help me but she would always make absolutely sure that I really wanted it, before she would spank me. She would say, “Do you want to show me anything, Claire?”

Although the others were present, I would quietly nod and stand in front of her and pull my skirt up to show her my panties.

She wouldn’t make it too hard for me and say something like “You little scallywag. You always look so pretty in little panties.”

I knew it was all right then to really pull my skirt right up. I would be really daring and stand with my legs astride in front of her to show her my snow white panties. Margaret would say something to her sister like “Doesn’t her crutch look nice?”

Monica would chuckle “Our Princess has a lovely crutch. It’s a beautiful crutch.”

I thought and hoped for a minute she was going to feel me and I stood nearer with my legs astride. But she didn’t.

I knew she liked my bottom so I would also bend forward for her so that she could see my pantied bum. The fact that my husband Mike and his friend Gerry were there,was irrelevant. She would chuckle to her sister “I escort bayrampaşa think our Princess wants her bum smacked.”

I loved it when she teased Gerry. She would ask him “Do you think we should smack the girls bum, Gerald?”

He would almost whimper with excitement. I could also see my husband looking very embarrassed.

There was a sort of dreamie cuckold atmosphere about which made us all breathe very heavily.

I knew then that I would have a really wonderful smacking. She would make me kneel on a chair first of all and pull the back of my skirt up to inspect my knickers. Mostly she would tickle me privately and stretch my pantie elastic.

I would often see Gerry out of the corner of my eye edging closer and close with his big swelling tenting his trousers. I knew she was teasing him and I wanted to giggle.

If I was lucky Monica would pull my knickers down and really finish me off or sometimes she would tell her sister to finish me. It was so wonderful to be finished off, with my panties down.

My husband and Gerry were there but they were unimportant. They were onlookers. Actually Monica would encourage Gerry to watch as she pulled my panties down.

Monica knew I was conscious about the size of my bottom and she would whisper in my ear quietly “Mummy loves Claire’s fat little bum cheeks and her cute little hole and lovely wet slitty.”

I loved her whispering to me about my slutty slitty. I flushed and flowed in heaven. It was also nice when they took my panties right off and the sisters finished me off together. It was nicer when they both did it to me.

Gerry loved standing directly behind me when Monica was pulling my panties down. Mike my husband didn’t like it but was afraid to say anything to Monica.

Gerry used to make funny groaning noises when he saw my panties. Monica would whisper naughty things to me about the big boys cock.

If Gerry had been a good, she would tell me to lie across his lap with my panties down. She knew I could feel his cock in my tummy but that was her treat.

My husband used to get embarrassed, but I loved pressing down onto Gerald’s cock.

If Mike tried to object Monica would get cross and say something about that he should remember that sometimes Margaret was very nice to Michael. Mike would blush and apologise to her. He hated her being cross. He would also look at Margaret in a guilty way.

If Monica felt Gerald had been behaved himself she would let him squeeze my bum. If he had been very good she would let him spank me gently and touch me very personally.

She would whisper secret instructions “He has a nice big cock today Princess, we’ll let him have a nice feel between your legs.”

I giggled as he did it because it was nice and would escort merter open my legs and let him feel my secret slit. If my husband made any sounds she would talk to him sharply and tell him that her sister Margaret would stop being nice to Michael.

Whilst Monica would frequently let Gerald feel inside my knickers, it wasn’t all one way. She would allow me feel him as well. When I had my skirt up we could all see Gerald’s penis making a tent in his trousers. Monica would also tell him “Afterwards, our Princess is going to have your cock out to play with.”

I knew I had full authority over him and would undo his trousers, pull his cock out and rub it. I loved doing it and as it got bigger and he groaned more I would squeeze it more and make my strokes longer.

Gerry could be very bossy sometimes, but when I was rubbing his cock he was like my plaything. He knew I could make him cum whenever I wanted and as he always made a mess he was very ashamed.

Sometimes I would leave go of his prick and tease him saying “Oh dear I don’t think I can finish you today Gerald as you haven’t been respectful.”

He would almost cry and beg, “Oh please, Princess, you are my Royal Highness”.

Monica and Margaret used to laugh as I relented and made him cum.

Monica would always know when I was being naughty with him but would smile indulgently as I took him nearer and nearer to his climax.

My husband would be watching with bated breath as he saw me make Gerald have a series of little squirts. When I knew he was ready I would tell Monica “Gerald is ready for his Princess now Aunty Monica.”

She laughed as she could see me studying Gerry’s knob, which was already streaming little droplets of creamy over his thighs.

She would whisper in my ear “Make him spunk a lot Princess and then Michael will cry.”

It was so exciting as they all knew I could make Gerald came with huge flushes and I could see my husband looking humiliated. It was so exciting.

Here I was a woman of 29 playing with a scruffy old odd job man penis in front of my 35 year old husband. Later on when I thought over it I blushed with embarassment.

Now however I was just overcome with excitement. Monica knew what I really wanted as I looked at Gerry’s penis with great desire.

Monica laughed, “Go on Princess. I know you want to. Don’t worry about Michael. Margaret will sort him out.”

I leaned over and looked ravenously at his upstanding penis. I heard my husband whimper and Monica tell him sharply “Be quiet Michael. Your wife only wants a little gobble.”

I looked at it and murmured “It’s like a tall soldier.”

She chuckled “You are right Princess. A nice upright soldier with his shiny helmet on.”

“Yes, Monica.”

“Do you know what soldier’s like Princess?”

“Please tell me.”

Monica chuckled “Soldiers like to have their helmets sucked.”

I panted heavily and opened my mouth and pulled his cock in. It tasted lovely but felt better when I heard Gerry groan and then my husband started to cry.

I felt so wonderful and joyous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe I should just—” Vance said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No such luck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh shit,” Vance said.

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

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

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

“Welcome to Ravenstone, bitch.”

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Part 10 – A Toilet Slave is Born

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds great.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Arguably, I was too.”

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

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

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

“Oh… you look so good in uniform.”

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

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

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

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

“Maybe. I thought you looked beautiful.”

“You see something a little different.”

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

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

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

“You’re too corny, you know that? “

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

“Just a bit. “

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

“Oh you think so? “

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

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

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

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

“We were.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You seemed to a moment ago.”

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

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

“Let’s hope I figure it out then.”

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

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

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

“Oh do you?”

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

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

“Yes, Captain.” He said, adoringly.

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

“What? “

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

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

“The night is young.”

“So it is. “

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

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

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

“Then get on your knees,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Captain.” Rorke replied automatically.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh god. Right there,” she moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

Now she was losing control.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m happy to be of service, ma’am.”

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

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

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

She rolled him onto his back without breaking the kiss.

“Do you remember what’s next?”

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

“Exactly right, ” Brooke agreed, pleased.

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

“What do you want me to do?”

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

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

“I’m your toy.”

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

“Please…” he gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I had chatted with Jim and Lucie a few times and exchanged pics. They were attractive – actually, he didn’t interest me overly, but he wasn’t unattractive and she was smoking hot! Also, they seemed interesting and compatible, so eventually we had agreed to meet one Saturday afternoon. Jim had a fair bit of experience in the lifestyle. His new wife did not — it was her first 3sum; he wanted to introduce her to the lifestyle and she was eager to explore the idea of having two men. Same for me — I had never been with a couple before, but was eager to watch another couple fuck, and then join in as much as, and in any way, they wished.

A bit of background. Someone had sent me a picture, a while back, purportedly of the Russian women’s national hockey team. The picture showed five gorgeous women, all in early 20s, showering in a communal shower, completely naked. Below their waists, all sported hard cocks protruding from an athletic woman’s body. It was a joke, a clear photoshop job (but quite well done). The women were gorgeous; anyone would have fantasized about kissing and touching them, especially in the shower. In my own fantasies, as my hands explored their backs, tits and ass, I found myself touching and checking out their cocks as well — it was a part of them, and well, just more of their skin to enjoy. There wasn’t anything homoerotic in the fantasy. Later, the fantasy developed — I am inclined to be very oral. So, when I was kissing and licking the girls’ bodies, I found myself licking all of the skin that was presented to me, including their cocks. Weirdly, I didn’t object or think it strange; it was just about getting to know their skin.

So, fast forward to the 3sum. I had shared this story with them as something that could potentially be on the table, if it felt right in the moment and all were comfortable with it.

When I arrived at their door, I was invited in and directed to the basement, where a bed and a shower awaited. I was asked to freshen up before we started, as they were doing the same. When I emerged from the shower, I was brought to the bedroom where Lucie joined me. She was wearing a camisole and nothing else — just enough concealment for a bit of mystery, but clearly indicating her availability. I took her in my arms and we started to kiss. She was not only gorgeous, but a great kisser. We moved to the bed and kneeled on it, staying upright as we continued the kiss and began to explore each others’ bodies. I didn’t notice Jim arrive, but sensed his presence beside me. He watched us for a minute, and with his erection now rampant, stepped onto the bed and approached us. He removed her camisole so there was nothing preventing full contact between all of our skin. I was too absorbed in the kiss to notice much else, but soon I felt his leg brush against my shoulder. He was standing above us, cock in hand, and began sliding his cock along Lucie’s cheek — he was moving it between our lips as we kissed.

I was focused on Lucie’s mouth, and didn’t really pay any attention until I found his cock coming between Lucie’s lips and my own. I was a bit stunned — my lips were actually touching another man’s cock! However, Lucie bursa escort bayan didn’t skip a beat — she continued to kiss me, over and around the intervening object. Turns out, it wasn’t really that much of an obstacle – evidently, our tongues could still continue to play. So I followed suit, ignoring the cock in front of my mouth. I suppose there was contact between my mouth and his cock, but it felt like the contact was incidental rather than sexual. I was surprised but it didn’t bother me. In fact I was more surprised that it didn’t bother me! As his cock continued its travel between us, our tongues continued to duel, over and around it. When my eyes opened to look at her, I could she see was excited by the sight and act of sharing her husband with me. It clearly turned her on, so I was very much ok with that aspect of it.

Jim’s cock slid fully between our lips and then retreated. I was thinking that while I didn’t object to the cock (his skin tasted kind of rubbery), it was good to have her lips and tongue to myself again! I breathed a sigh of relief that I had passed the test (and experienced something new for myself!) when his cock returned and resumed a slow advance between our mouths. I was surprised again – but this time, I was already used to it, so I did the same as before — I accepted the intrusion but otherwise ignored it. Apparently I was ok with the idea of at least some contact between his cock and my mouth.

His cock receded a second time. I thought we were done this exploration when I felt him shift his stance to adjust his aim and move forward again. This time, he approached us at an angle, with his cock aimed to just enter Lucie’s mouth. As he moved forward, we continued to kiss and her lips parted such that the head of his cock was sliding between her lips and moving diagonally into her mouth. We kept kissing, but it was harder to reach her tongue now — everything was so wet that I didn’t notice at first that my own tongue was bathing the cock in her mouth rather than her tongue. When I did notice, I was surprised, but quickly resigned myself to the idea of having my tongue in contact with his cock– I had done it (not deliberately), and apparently nobody really minded. After two strokes between us at that angle, I felt him adjust again. When he moved forward, I sensed that he was now directing diagonally, but this time towards my mouth.

I was surprised and shocked – I froze. Meanwhile, the head of his cock was slowly pushing through my lips as Lucie kissed me. She alternated between licking the cock and my lips, continuing to search for my tongue. I tried to ignore the intrusion again. Eventually, I came back to awareness. Yes, the head of his cock was now in my mouth, but in my mind it wasn’t as if I was sucking him or anything. So I gradually relaxed and accepted it. I even allowed my tongue to search for that of Lucie. When my tongue brushed against the cock in my mouth, well, that was just part of the experience. Besides, she seemed fine with it, and it was really turning her on. So I could accept it. I even discretely licked his cock (deliberately!) a few times, to see what it was like, and bursa grup escort how it would feel. To my surprise, the world didn’t end and I didn’t feel my eternal soul starting to burn or being assigned to nether regions… it just felt like I was discretely exploring something new. There was no judgment other than the look of excitement in Lucie’s eyes.

Despite this, I was relieved when his cock receded from my mouth and I felt him readjust his position again. I was pleased, though – I had gone a bit further than I had before; I tried something new and didn’t freak out — I passed the test.

When he readjusted again, he started right beside my head, and slid straight towards Lucie’s mouth. I tried to continue kissing her, but his cock and body kept getting in the way. I found myself inadvertently licking his shaft as he slid back and forth through her lips. When his cock emerged from her as I was kissing her, I realized it didn’t bother me when my lips and tongue wrapped briefly around the head of his cock. I mean, it had already been in my mouth — this was nothing new, right?

Finally, he pulled out of her; Lucie and I continued to kiss. I thought this was the final test — I could taste his precum in her mouth. I was startled at the realization but eventually accepted it — its really the inevitable result of oral sex and, well, it wasn’t much different from tasting my own, anyway.

Then I noticed that he wasn’t finished. He adjusted his body angle again, starting from near Lucie’s head. His body (his cock!) was aimed directly for my mouth, and already sliding forward towards me. With my mouth still partially open in anticipation of Lucie’s tongue, I guess I froze again. His cock parted my lips and slid into my mouth. Inch after inch of his shaft moved through my lips and I felt his cock moving along my tongue. About half of his cock was in me when I felt him pause and wait for a few minutes. I’m not sure whether this was for Lucie’s benefit, for her to see his cock in another man’s mouth, or for mine — to process the idea and express objection, if I was going to. I was too shocked to object. His cock slid out of me, then slowly back in. I was still too stunned to make an objection. THERE WAS A COCK IN MY MOUTH!! He paused a bit, and then slowly started to move back and forth. I could vaguely feel Lucie’s lips on mine as she tried to share the experience with me. I looked at her — she was mesmerized at the sight of the cock moving in my mouth. This turned me on and I thought, well, roughly half of the people on the planet like to suck cock. That means billions of people seem to like doing this (and many really love it!) — how bad could it be?

I was thinking that since I’ve already gone this far and I’m very unlikely to ever be in this position again, I may as well explore the experience a bit to see what its like. I’m all for new experiences, and trying things at least once. So I allowed myself to lick his cock a bit the next time it came through my mouth. When, again, the world didn’t end and I didn’t feel my skin begin to burn from that touch of hell, I did it again. Then my lips escort bayan closed tighter over his cock, and my tongue started to explore it. Eventually I found myself lashing his cock with my tongue as it moved through my mouth. When I felt his cock touch the back of my throat, I opened my eyes to see nothing but his belly. My lips were pressed against his hips, his balls were pressed against my chin. My God, I was taking all of him! Am I really sucking a guy’s cock? He continued for a few more strokes, and I realized I was eagerly anticipating his slow thrusts. When he stopped and pulled out of me, I was stunned at the sight of a thread of precum extending from the head of his cock into my mouth. My first blowjob, and I was turning him on!! I was even more stunned to find myself reaching for his cock with my mouth to claim the precum that I had earned. The look in Lucie’s eyes was nothing short of pornographic as I took him back in my mouth and sucked the precum from his open slit.

We repositioned on the bed. I ate her pussy, marveling at the thought that now I have the combined tastes of both cock and pussy in my mouth. Then Jim took a turn eating her. It wasn’t long before she pushed him away – after watching us, she needed to be fucked. Jim obliged, thrusting hard into her as I watched. I had never seen anybody fuck up close before, it was amazing to watch her respond to him. I put my cock to her mouth to see her with two cocks in her — she took it eagerly and sucked me as Jim fucked her. I loved seeing the way her tits bounced in response to the force of his thrusts. Eventually he stopped and indicated for me to take my turn. I moved down on the bed and the sight of her pussy, so wet and sloppy, made me want to taste their combined juices — I had already tasted his precum and her pussy juices, so this was just more of the same, right? It was delicious… After a few minutes I felt her body shudder as she came on my tongue. Later, I slid into her easily. While I am pretty big (I’m told I’m bigger than most), she had no trouble accommodating me and I enjoyed the sight of her tits bouncing again, this time from a different perspective, to my own rhythm.

After a brief rest, she announced that she wanted to have two cocks in her. I was too big for her ass; she wanted us both in her pussy. We held our cocks together (it seemed weird to touch another man’s cock. But, well, not long before, he had been in my mouth, so I guess contact was ok!) We lined up at her entrance and started to push. It was a very tight fit. We couldn’t move. She had to force herself down onto us while we held our cocks together. Eventually it worked and we entered her together. It was VERY tight. She came again after only a few strokes on our combined mass inside her.

When were all sated, she commented that she was surprised I went down her that second time — Jim had just cum in her and she was surprised (but delighted) that I wanted to eat her while full of his fresh cum. For me, it wasn’t deliberate, nor had I realized it. But I loved doing it, and certainly enjoyed the taste! It slowly dawned on me that I liked the taste of another man’s cum. Go figure…

So, I left their house with lots of new experiences under my belt. As I got in my car and drove away, I found myself shaking my head in disbelief at the realization that not only did I suck a guys’s cock, I found myself enjoying doing it, and would do it again! What a strange world… but now I find myself eager for more.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey. Chelsea. Look at me.”

She looked up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I love massage! I love getting it, giving it and I love the sensual aspects of massage in addition to its healing powers. As I travel for business (I am in high tech software sales) I try to always have some cash to support my hobby, and when possible, I like it to be both Therapeutic and when I am lucky, erotic. But until about 15 years ago, I always thought of massage as Therapeutic only. That is until the Russian Barber Shop in Manhattan.

I was working in midtown Manhattan an at lunch hour, I decided to get a haircut. 2 blocks from my office was a shop, and I noticed they had a sign for massage available as well. Well I sat down to get my cut and the old Russian male barber was working away when I asked about the sign for massage. “I call girl to come over if you want, for $50 Massage”. I said sure, as I was feeling tight. Now to this point I had certainly heard of “happy endings” but had never dabbled, and wasn’t even sure I wanted to.

When the haircut was escort bursa over, a 40-ish Russian lady came and introduced herself as Olga, and said to follow her upstairs. I did not even know this place had an upstairs, and we got up to a small area with a massage table. I thought something might be different as there was a shower stall as well, but I proceeded to undress, cover myself with a towel, and get on the table.

The massage started as expected, with some good work on my back and shoulders, and then she started working down to my butt. All of a sudden I realized she was exciting me more than normal and I started thing something else might be up. This continued for another 30 minutes or so, where she switched from “normal” massage to where it seemed like, mostly by accident, when would brush my asshole or balls quickly, then move on like nothing happened.

Once she had me flip over, my mind was now racing. “I really think she is offering bursa eve gelen escort some kind of sex”, and “How guilty will I feel, as I have never cheated on my wife”. I had the thought, “hey I need sexual release as I am a guy, and after 15 years of marriage, my wife usually can’t be bothered, so what’s the big deal?” I was so lost in my head that I barely noticed the towel disappear and a bit more “accidental;” brushing, now against the side of my dick.

I was getting really turned on and just as I thought, this is it, she rubbed her hands together and said “finish”, and backed up a step. At this point I was really ready for more and a bit disappointed, but I am not one to cause a scene, so I meekly said ok, and started to get up. I guess I had misread the situation, as I am indeed new to this. After what seemed like an hour but was more like 10 seconds, she took a breath and said “Unless you want me to inegöl escort finish you?” I asked how much, and she said $40 which I had, so I said sheepishly said OK.

She pushed me back down, again removed the towel that I had put back on when I thought we were done, and she slowly added oil to her hands and started lightly massaging my balls and penis. My mind started racing again wondering if I would feel guilty afterwards, but I was now so caught up in the excitement that this left me very soon. I was really enjoying her stroking and then she leaned over, put her mouth on my nipple, and started licking and sucking it while increasing the speed of her steady stroking of my very engorged hard-on. OMG what a feeling and it took all of about 30 seconds for me to have one of the greatest orgasms that I had had in years!

After 2 days of mulling over the experience, I realized that I did not feel guilty, as I need sexual release and if my wife is too busy to take care of me on a regular basis, then certainly there is nothing wrong with what has become my new hobby! I have since discovered that there are massage places everywhere, some not that expensive, to indulge in my growing hobby. I will write more about subsequent experiences, as I indulged more and more over the years…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christy blushed. “It does?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah, all the time at home.”

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

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

Christy turned red.

“It’s okay, we all do it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Patty blushed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chris groaned at the thought. So did Rob.

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

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

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

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