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I worked at a large hotel to support Dottie. Forever it seemed. She was older by at least ten years, but she was missing her left leg. I always thought we shared something special. Often she would welcome me home wearing nothing. Sex was great; all forms shared, often to excess. She left me for another woman a year ago.

I moved away to a huge costal city and began working in a large swank hotel facing the ocean. I had hopes of finding someone new among the flocks of tourists.

–

I push the form across the marble counter and watch as Leah rests the shiny metal hook of the prosthetic arm to steady it before signing the bottom holding a pen in her real hand. She smiles wantonly at me for a moment before taking the cardkey and pushing it between the halves of the hook.

“Let know if I can do anything,” I tell her.

She continues to study me for longer than necessary, and then says in a sensual voice that makes me think of the sirens of the Odyssey, “You know my room number.”

I have no wax for my ears and hear the words echo in my mind. I watch her hips sway under the black designer jeans as she walks towards the elevator. The hook dangles beside her. I remember fondly the vision of the deep valley between her breasts and wonder what she looks like naked and without the arm.

Seeing what I am looking at, Dave says quietly, “Poor woman.” He then waits for the next customer in line to step forward.

For the next hour, I check people in and out with less enthusiasm as I remember Leah.

“What’s wrong?” Dave asks when no one is at the counter.

“Nothing. Just a long day I guess. You know how that is.”

“Yeah, man. Did you see that last babe I waited on? Whew, legs from here to China … and a rack to boot.”

A man steps up to the counter and the conversation ends abruptly. Dave takes care of him as I go into the back to clock out for the day.

As I walk into the lobby, I see Leah step from the elevator without the hook. She has changed into a sleeveless black t-shirt and loose fitting white cotton slacks that drape over her black running shoes. I look at the way the t-shirt grips her body, as a lover should. Her breasts jostle with each step. The left arm ends midway to the elbow and hangs casually.

I wait and watch. She sees me.

“Oh, hi Mark.” Her voice is sweet and inviting.

I am impressed she noticed my nametag, or remembers my name. “Hey! Another day over.”

“I was just going to have a late lunch. Join me.” She glances towards the hotel coffee shop then back at me.

“Sure.”

I follow her to a booth by a window near the back and sit across from her. I enjoy her face in silence for a while as the hostess places opened menus in front of us then walks away. Leah’s face is sweet and her lips beg for kisses. The ice blue eyes hold my attention.

“You’re staring,” she playfully teases.

“Sorry. I guess I was just taken with your loveliness.”

She moves her stump slightly and looks intently at my face. “Perhaps this interests you.” Her voice is not accusing, but teasing as if she is baiting me.

“Well, of course. It’s not every day I have a late lunch with a beautiful woman with one arm.” I chuckle softly.

The older, chubby waitress is standing by the booth tapping her pad with a pencil. “Should I come back?”

“No Martha,” I tell her. We place our orders and she walks away.

“Is she more your type?” Leah laughs.

“No, no, not at all. You’re my type.”

“What, you dig chicks with one arm?”

“Would that be so bad, especially if you are the ‘chick’?”

She reaches across the table and holds my hand. “No it would not. I guess I just needed to test you a little. Some guys, well, they don’t treat me as nicely as you are. They … they think I’m desperate. konyaaltı escort bayan Older guys, old enough to be my father, they just want to take care of me. I just want a man that will be with me, be a good lover. Is that you?”

“Sure … I’d like to be yours. We just met though.”

“I know, and there is no rush. Just, things to clear out of the way … you know.”

“I think I understand. Believe me; if it is only about your arm, don’t worry. I love the way you look without it.”

“Thank you. I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

She looks at me for a while in silence. Our order comes. She covers her fries with salt and ketchup then takes a bite of her burger. I watch with interest how well she does things with just one hand.

“Sometimes the hook helps hold things while I cut or pick something up. It didn’t take long to learn to do things with one hand. It’s not so bad.”

“You look comfortable that way.”

“Listen, you probably didn’t notice, but I’m missing both legs … below the knee. I wear prosthetic legs.”

“Wow. I don’t mind.”

“‘Wow’ as in the more stumps, the merrier?” She grins and a moment later, takes a bite of a fry.

“Sorry. I was just showing a little…. I don’t know what happened, but if I said anything that upset you….”

She takes my hand and looks deep into my face. “Look, Mark. It’s okay. I know most people don’t know what to say. I just didn’t want us to be getting all hot and bothered in bed and have you find out when I take my legs off.” She giggles. “I’m not like most amputees. I am … ah, comfortable being this way. I think you find it exciting that I am as well. That’s a good thing.”

“I am having a good time in your company. I do like you. To be truthful, I do like that you are missing some parts. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have waited for you.”

“If I hadn’t happened to step off the elevator….”

“I was on my way to knock on your door. After all, you did kind of invite me to find you.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” She giggles.

We eat in silence for a while, often pausing to look at each other. I assume she undresses me in her thoughts just as I do her. She takes a deep breath for some reason, her chest swells pressing nipples tighter against the soft fabric. I imagine what they look like unhindered by the t-shirt, perhaps just as they fall free as I drag the fabric over her head.

“You’re a boob man,” she teases, then works a fry between her lips as if she is giving head.

“I wouldn’t mind being that fry.” I snicker.

“I bet not.”

“Anything else?” Martha asks. She slides the check across the table and walks away without waiting for an answer she knows.

Leah takes my hand and intertwines our fingers. “There’s a boardwalk isn’t there? I’m not good in the sand. Let’s take a walk, see the scantly clad bodies for a while.”

“Sure.” I sign the check with my employee number and stand, offering my hand to help her stand.

“A gentleman, I see.” She gives me a big smile then a peck on the lips. She leans close and whispers in my ear. “I bet you even will help a lady off with her legs.” She pulls back and snickers.

“Some ladies only need help with their shoes.”

We hold hands as we walk out the rear of the hotel, past the pool, onto the wide boardwalk. The sugar white sands spreads for over a hundred feet to the edge of the turquoise water lapping against the beach. A large wave crashes suddenly. I feel her grip tighten for a moment. My heart pounds hard.

She leans against the railing and I stand close. Her hand rubs the small of my back. A woman with a firm body covered in well-tanned skin and a thong bikini walks towards the water.

“Legs are so overrated,” muratpaşa escort bayan she whispers, to no one.

I turn and take in her from the side for a long moment.

“Are you a leg man?” she asks, as her head turns slightly in my direction.

“Actually, no. You might say I’m a legless man.” I laugh.

She turns towards me and leans the elbow on the railing. “Long or short stumps?”

“Anything above the knee, but something closer to the hip is my preference.”

“Hmmm,” she mummers, letting her fingers rub her chin. “Mine are different length. One is quite short, the left one. The other is longer.”

“Wow.”

“I take it you approve.” She smiles and pulls her hand firmly over a breast, almost offering it to me.

“You sound like a real playground. I feel privileged.”

I pause to enjoy the view of her. My hand pulls at her back and she moves closer without resistance. Our lips touch and lost emotions fill me in a rush. Our tongues quickly get to know one another.

“When do the rides open?” I tease, still holding her against me.

She grinds slightly as she pecks my lips. “Soon,” she tells me wantonly.

–

The door to her room clicks shut in a familiar way. I watch her hips sway with each step. She pulls the t-shirt over her head in a fluid motion and tosses it onto the chair then turns towards me. A hand cups a breast and offers it.

“Sucking some parts makes me come,” she coos. “Won’t tell you which.” She laughs.

“I guess I’ll just have to try them all.” I lean down and nibble the breast while letting my hand stroll between her thighs.

“Let’s just get naked and play,” she offers, taking a step.

She continues to the bed and sits on the edge then unsnaps her pants. She leans back on the one hand and looks at me wishfully.

“Do you want to help a poor lady off with her legs?” She giggles.

“Very much so.”

I sit as she lies on her back. The zipper makes a wonderful sound and her hips lift slightly to aid in getting the pants past. I leave the waistband just above the knees and remove her legs then let everything fall in a muffled thud on the floor. I pull at the top of the white French cut panties with my teeth, inhaling the wonderful aromas as my face passes her mound. My hand takes over as my lips return and kiss along the parting lips, licking deep through the wet folds of skin.

My hands stroll over each leg stump, becoming acquainted with the soft ends. She moves them lovingly against my palms, letting tender sounds flow from her mouth as my tongue pulls her clitoris from its hood. I feel her fingers tussle with my hair as I adjust my position to be more directly between her thighs. The stumps spread and rub the sides of my face. She grinds softly against my mouth.

“Oh-h,” she moans. “Yeah-h, there.”

Her swollen bud rolls between my lips as several fingers vanish inside. Honey soils the digits and covers my chin as it dribbles out.

My lips kiss the inside of the short thigh and across the fading scars. A hand molds the flesh under my mouth as I suck and bite.

“Oh-h god-d … yes-s. You found the magic place.”

I hear the arm stump pound hard against the bed and her hips writhe in pleasure. The longer stump slaps against my face then the bed. My fingers remain inside, feeling, probing, fucking.

“Ah-h, ah,” she begin saying repeatedly, her voice deep and low. “Finger me, suck my stump,” she screams. “Eat my stump … the short one.”

I press against the front of her channel and she roars in pleasure. The pressure remains and she roars again as I continue my feast on her stump.

“Almost-t,” she begs. Her hips flail and she grinds against my hand, my fingers hold in place.

“Yeah-h, serik escort bayan yeah-h.”

I watch from between her stumps as she falls limp. A smile forms across her face.

“Baby-y,” she coos. “Let me suck your cock, please-e.”

I slide my hips towards her face, leaving mine between her thighs and a hand on each stump. I nudge her and she rolls on top letting her stumps dangle on either side of my face, my tongue lapping though her slit.

Her hand and arm stump fondle and play between my legs, soon her lips devour my shaft. I feel them roam along the warm skin and sometimes pausing to kiss the stretched skin across the swollen head, pecking at the precum oozing from the tip.

Her lips tighten, the passages quicken. I know I can’t hold back much longer. She fingers my balls, sometimes rolling them in her hand. Fingers join her lips and stroke together. My shaft tenses then the cream fills her mouth. She gulps as her lips suckle the head, fingers milking all I have to offer.

We twist and turn until our lips are together. We taste each other though the long kiss. She presses against my lingering erection until I enter and swell.

“Oh my-y,” she says into my mouth. “Do you always come back so quickly?”

“Just for you,” I tease.

“Such a kidder.”

“You sure make it easy. Alone, I’ve come four or five times in an evening.”

“Really? I thought I was the only orgasm junkie.”

Her hips worked up and down, her pussy massaging me into renewed firmness.

“I enjoy masturbating in front of someone,” she whispers slowly over the next few strokes. Her words helping the feel of her channel wrapped tight around my shaft.

“We can do that together … watch and play,” I tell her. “I like that.”

“I hope there isn’t someone at home.”

“Not in a long time. She was missing a leg, but at the end she ran off with a woman.”

“Jake was okay when I was missing just the arm. But as each leg came off, he grew angrier.”

“His loss, my gain.” I laugh. “How about the remaining arm?”

“It stays.” She chuckles. “I’d lose my independence if that went away. Why, would you prefer me more if it wasn’t there?”

“Actually, you are perfect this way. I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

“Sweetheart, that is so nice.”

“Hmmm, you taste delicious. I loved going down on you.”

“How’d I get so lucky? Wow.”

Her hips continue to slowly move her wet channel along my shaft as her tongue dives deep in my mouth and her arm stump caresses my face. I feel her short thighs press against mine and enjoy the lack of anything beyond them. I thrust against her and she thrusts against me. Repeatedly until I explode.

“Darling,” she coos. “I hope that it doesn’t scare you that I don’t want this to ever end.”

“It won’t.”

“Hmmm, can I ask you a favor? I don’t want to put my legs on just yet, but I need to piss really badly. Could you carry me?”

“What a sacrifice.” I laugh. “Sure.” I scoop her in my arms, feeling her lightness against me as I walk towards the bathroom.

I sit her on the toilet and ask if she’d prefer some privacy. She shakes her head. I watch the way her stumps partly cover the seat as I listen to the stream start then ends. She wipes between her thighs as she looks up at me.

“At home, I have a powered wheelchair so I don’t always have to wear the fucking legs.” She chuckles. “I love the legless look, you know. I often wear a short skirt.” She chuckles again lets me know she is finished.

She cradles softly in my arms, her head resting against my neck with soft pecks applied. I stand by the large window facing the ocean and we watch the surf.

“I love carrying you.”

“It feels good. It might be fun sometimes, to be carried out in public.” She grins. “People would stare. I don’t care.”

“Oh yeah, I could do that.”

“Will you stay here tonight? I don’t want you to forget anything about me.”

“Maybe tomorrow night we can try my place. I want you to feel at home there. You can help me decide what needs changing to make it wheelchair friendly.”

“Mark-k,” she drawls. “I will … as long as I know you’ll be with me.”

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We arrived home and Annie greeted us warmly, then stepped back to get a good look at me from head to toe, having me turn to see the full look. Satisfied with what she saw, I was told to bring in my clothes, put them away and then pick something pretty to wear as dinner would be ready shortly. Miss Maddy and Annie headed into the main house and I went about my task.

The new clothing would practically fill my closets and drawers. I carefully unpacked my new panties and bras and placed them in the drawers along with my skirts. I hung my dresses and night gowns in the closet and put my makeup in the bathroom. Finally a chance to take off the damned panty girdle that had been crushing me all day, I chose a pair of red open crotch panties, thigh high lace-top stockings, and a flared skater skirt with black 3 inch heels. On top I had a matching red shelf bra to hold my padded tits up and a sheer blouse that tied above my navel. My makeup was still perfect so I just touched up my lips and was ready to join my Mistresses for dinner.

I had to pose for Miss Maddy and Miss Annie before I was handed an apron and told to serve them their meal. I was famished after a long day of shopping but was not allowed to eat with them. Instead I was told to crawl under the table and service them as they dined and enjoyed a nice steak and fine wine. I started with Miss Maddy, beginning with her feet. After a day of shopping they needed a good cleaning and I bathed them with my tongue and slowly made my way up her legs and thighs. The delicious aroma of her pussy was intoxicating me and I longed to clean her and suck on her beautiful lower lips. But it was not to be. She pushed me away and I moved to Miss Annie. She, had other ideas than Mistress and immediately pulled me up to her cunt and rode my face as she ate. I savored her taste as I was totally addicted to the taste of pussy. It drove me wild. I could lick and suck her all day.

All to soon they finished eating and commanded me out from below the table. I was told to clean everything up and then I would find a salad and beverage for myself waiting in the fridge. After eating I was to join them in the pool room. I quickly cleaned up and found a scrumptious green salad with shrimp in the fridge and a large glass of juice. Well it wasn’t really juice. It was a full glass of golden champagne from my owners. I savored it as I ate my salad, cleaned my dishes and wiped the table clean and headed to the pool room.

Miss Maddy and Annie had moved the lounger to face the big screen TV and had some other equipment near by. I was directed to strip down to my panties and stockings and recline in the lounger. Maddy said the crotchless panty was a great choice as she wanted access to my caged clitty. I was told to bend over and my butt plug from the previous night was reinserted and inflated but not as much as last night. Miss Annie lit a joint and we smoked as Miss Maddy told be what was going to happen. “You will be here for quite a while so we will try to make you comfortable. We are going out for a while but can check on you by cam feed on our phones to be sure everything is OK.” It was really good weed and we were all pretty mellow as Miss Annie attached some large cups to my chest with hoses attached to them. She flipped a switch on a box on the floor and my breasts were sucked deeply into the cups. After a minute the pressure released a bit then sucked deeply again. “The Dr. said will help stretch your skin and help your implants fit in you better”‘ she said.

Miss Maddy then attached something to my chastity but I wasn’t sure of its purpose. “I hope you are ready to enjoy a nice long movie tonight Brenda. You are going to be in this chair for a long time as we need to step up your programming my dear bimbo. You will not sleep. You will remain still and keep your eyes open. You will not be able to close them or look away from the screen, no matter how hard you try. You will love how it makes you feel. You will not look away. You will not sleep. You will love how you feel. You will not look away. You will not sleep. You will love how you feel.” she spoke these words so softly to me. I felt entranced by them. Miss Annie was putting a hose of some type around my face. It was like an oxygen hose that you see people using that feeds directly konyaalti escort into their nose.

“As you will be here for quite sometime you may become thirsty. If you turn your head slightly you will find a straw to sip some water through.” She touched the straw to my cheek so I would know where it is. “If you need to pee do not worry as there is a tube on your chastity to relieve yourself through.

As I looked down I saw my feet with the message on my toe nails. “Sissy Bimbo” they reminded me.

“We have a special treat to help you enjoy what you are watching. It will also help imprint the messages deep in your mind. Have you ever heard of “poppers” Brenda?”

“No Mistress”

“Well think of it kinda like laughing gas for sex. It will make you tingle all over and your sissy pussy will feel excited as you breathe it in. It will make your senses more acute to what is happening and make you want it that much more. And it will leave your mind helpless to resist the messages you receive”. She turned a valve and I smelled something sweet entering my nose. “Take a nice deep breath of your sissy sauce Brenda”, she whispered in my ear as I felt Miss Annie bind my wrists and legs to the chair.

With the first deep breath I felt my body floating and my clit begin to harden. “That’s a good girl Brenda.” Mistress said in a soothing tone. “Let it envelop you. Let it make your mind a blank page. Accept that you will be a bimbo. Love what you are to become”. And then headphones were placed in my ears, my Mistresses left, the lights went out and the TV screen came on.

I saw beautiful girls on the screen, pretty, pretty girls, and they all had little clit cocks like mine and oh so pretty breasts. Some of there clits were locked away, some hanging softly. Words flashed across the screen but I could hardly read them they went by so fast. The girls were so pretty. More words on the screen. Then with the music in my ears was Mistress Maddy’s voice. “You are a sissy girl. You love to be a sissy girl. Sissy girls don’t have cocks. Sissy girls have sissy clitties. Breath deep. Again. You are my sissy now.”

I was floating as I felt a vibrator start up on my cage and plug. My cock, I mean clitty became hard in the cage. I could feel the spikes attacking it. I felt my ass trying to squeeze my pluggy.

” You love being a sissy girl. You love to please. You love being a sissy girl.” The pictures were flashing rapidly on the screen. Now there were pictures of cocks. Big and small but all of them hard. “You love looking at cocks Brenda. You will love cocks. Sissy bimbo’s crave cocks. Breathe deep Brenda. Poppers take you deeper. Poppers make you want to suck mens cocks. Breathe deep.” I tried to tell myself that I didn’t want to suck cocks but the pictures were bombarding my mind. The sissies were sucking cocks and had big smiles. They were so happy so suck. I wanted to be happy too.

“Sissies love cock. Sissies were made to please mens cocks. Sissies love the taste of cum. You are a sissy Brenda. You love cocks too. You love to suck a cock and please Mistress. You are a bimbo sissy Brenda. You will always be a bimbo. You will love to suck cock. Poppers make you want to suck” You are a popper bimbo sissy”.

The pictures just kept flashing in front of me. I could not help but get hard. The spikes were digging into my clitty and all I wanted was to feel them more. To feel them punish my clitty. I wiggled on my pluggy hoping my cock would get harder and force the spikes further into it.

I was intoxicated by the poppers as my mind began to melt. More pics flashing. Pretty sissies sucking cocks, getting fucked in there sissy pussies. Cum squirting on their faces. Pussy asses left gaping as the cocks pulled out and moved to their mouths for cleaning as another cock filled there bottom hole. Pretty sissy breasts, large and bouncy and covered in cum. More tiny sissy clits. More sucking. More words flashing across the screen.

Mistresses voice seductively talking me through it. “You are a bimbo. You love to suck and fuck. You must have cock. You must have cum. You love your poppers . You love cum. You need to suck. You need to taste cum daily. You live to drink cum. You are muratpasa escort a sissy bimbo. You love to please men. You want cock deep in your ass. You cant resist cocks. You want to suck. You are a cum sucking Bimbo. You love to feel your useless clitty hurt. Its pain brings you pleasure. Its pain brings your owners pleasure. Your pain brings your master pleasure. You are a sissy bimbo. Your mind only thinks of serving and suffering. You were never a man. You are only a sissy girl. A bimbo to serve. You love cum. You want to please cocks. Cocks are as beautiful as pussys. You will serve all. Breathe deep Brenda ind tell us what you want. Breathe deep and proclaim your love of cum and cocks. Breathe deep and tell us you live to serve and suffer. Breathe deep and tell us you are a bimbo. You know this is what you want.”

I breathed heavily on loving your sissy sauce. Loudly you spoke. ” I am a sissy bimbo, I want to suck for Mistress. I am a bimbo cock sucker. I want my ass filled with cock. I want to suck them clean. I need cum in my mouth. I need cum on my face and breasts and in my ass. I want to suck. I want to me fucked. I want my clitty to hurt for masters and Mistress. I am a sissy cum slut. I am a bimbo cock whore. I am a sissy whore. I want big breasts. I want to be pretty. I want to be a bimbo.”

The vibrator kicked up a notch and the spikes dug deeper into my clit. I breathed in more poppers and felt myself fully submitting to the pain. It felt so good to suffer and hurt. “I am a sissy pain slut. I want to please I want cock. I need cock to suck. I need to please Mistress. I need to pleasure cocks. I am a bimbo”.

The images kept getting faster before my eyes. I was breathing heavily lost in a trance. I drooled over the pics of cocks pumping sissy asses. Smiling happy sissy bimbos like me. Sucking on cocks sucking on pussies. Sissies tied to beds sucking cocks. Sissies tied to toilets sucking cocks. Drinking pee from cocks, serving cocks. Sucking pussies and asses. Faces covered in cum. More cum for sissies. Mistresses voice in my ear” Succumb to it Brenda. Be the bimbo. You love cock. You love pussy. You love to serve them. You are the bimbo. You love being a sissy bimbo. You love the pain in your useless clitty. You love having a useless clitty. You want do serve. You need to serve. You want to be a pretty sissy girl. You want to obey. You must obey. Your love cum. You want cum you love to taste it. You are a sissy bimbo. You will never resist. You only want to please cocks and pussys.”

I don’t know how long it had been going on. I was so hot. My clitty wanted to explode but I knew it wouldn’t in my chastity. By breasts were large and puffy from the pumps. The spikes were so hard. I wanted to feel them harder. My mind was adrift.

Mistress Maddy and Miss Annie had returned to the house and were watching me live on their TV. 2 men were with them. Dr. Dane had returned with Dr. Atkins. “So what do you think of our pretty blonde sissy Dr’s” asked Miss Maddy?

“I wouldn’t believe it if I wasn’t seeing it”, said Dr Atkins. “She will look lovely with her new breasts I assure you. Are you certain her programming is working?”

“I promise you it is. In fact, we will join her soon and see just how well it works. I bet Thomas would love a chance to cum wouldn’t you darling?” said Maddy as she stroked her hubby’s cock through his pants, causing his chastised cock to strain in its cage.

“She will be the worlds best bimbo when we are finished”, added Annie, her breathing getting harder as Dr Atkins reached around her chair and gently massaged her breasts. “we should go in and see her soon.

It was very early in the morning and the sun was starting to rise over the river valley as they quietly entered the room. The TV had turned off as had the music, breast pumps and vibrator. Sissy was lying in place staring at the blank screen. We heard her as we entered. ” I am a sissy bimbo, I need to suck cock, I need to drink cummies, I want to be fucked. I want to be a pretty sissy. I need cum. I love cocks. I love cum. I want to lick pussies. I want to suck cock. I want to please Mistress. I want to worship cocks. I want Mistresses pain. I want to be a bimbo I will be a pretty serik escort sissy bimbo. Mistress Annie turned on the lights as Mistress Maddy gently brought Sissy’s attention back to reality and released her bonds. Sissy stretched a bit after the long confinement and knelt and kissed her beautiful feet.

Looking up he saw the two doctors standing with Miss Annie and a smile crossed her lips. “How are yo my bimbo?” asked Maddy.

“I am fine Mistress I watched a nice movie last night.”

“Oh really sissy, what was it about?

“Um, I don’t remember Mistress”

“That’s OK sissy, I know remembering is hard. Is there anything you need right now sissy?”

After glancing over at the doctors sissy looked at his Mistress and said. “Please Mistress I would like a cock to suck please Mistress.”

Mistress Maddy’s face lit up like the morning sun and said yes my bimbo I would love to see you suck my Thomas’ cock”

She walked to her husband and told him to strip as she took the key for his chastity off of her necklace. She unlocked her hubby and said he would go clean up a bit first. “No need Thomas darling that’s what our sissy is. Just have a seat on the lounger.”

“There you go sissy, your first cock”

I was told to kneel and mistress held a small bottle to my nose and told me to breathe. The poppers put me in a trance where all I could do was lean forward and take the masters cock into my mouth. It was soft and warm and as I took it in I felt it start to harden and tickle the back of my throat. It tasted like a sweet cherry lollipop as I bobbed up and down on it. Sucking the shaft then running my tongue around the head. I couldn’t get enough of it. I looked up at the Dr. as I sucked up and down, stroking the shaft with my hand.

“Try to hold back Thomas said Maddy. I know its been a while for you but I want her to work hard for it Don’t cum until I say or you will be locked back up I assure you.” she said calmly, Knowing how difficult it would be for him. Especially the way Brenda was trying to devour his man meat. Dr. Atkins had taken down his pants and showed an impressive 9′ cock. Annie rubbed some lube on it and stroked him till he moaned and led him over behind the cock sucking bimbo.

“There ya go Dr., a nice virgin sissy pussy for your pleasure.” Sissy moaned as she sucked, then wiggled her ass when she felt him pull out the plug. He slid in to her stretched bottom and started pumping as the two Lady’s caressed each others pussies and watched their creation in action. Sissy increased her pace as her bottom was pounded, feeling one set of balls slamming against her bottom and another set on her chin. When Miss Maddy told Thomas it was time, Sissy felt the cock swell a bit in her mouth and the first stream of cum splashed into her throat. She sucked harder loving the taste and wanting to taste all of it. Thomas was bucking up and down as his pent up balls released more and more tasty cream into the sissy bimbos mouth, finally pulling out as the last bits splashed into her still made up face.

Dr. Atkins was now ready to go as sissy’s ass had clenched him tight as she thrilled to the taste of Thomas’ cum. He soon let loose with a loud orgasm of his own deep in the sissy girls ass. He pulled out with a plop and demanded the bimbo clean his now dirty member. Sissy hesitated a bit but knew she must obey and needed more cock and went down on the dirty cock and sucked like it was a last meal. She soon had him hard again and kept stroking the fat cock as she brought him to another orgasm. Dr. Atkins wiped his spent cock on her face and said “what a good cock sucker sissy.” Sissy sat back on the floor and said thank you for your tasty cum sirs. I loved sucking your cocks. Cummies taste so nice. I hope I have pleased you too Miss Maddy and Miss Annie.”

“Yes Brenda, you did a good job for your first time.”

“Thank you Mistress, I hope I can do it again soon the cummies are so sweet and tasty, almost as good as you Mistress.”

“Well thank you sissy, and yes you will get a lot more cocks to suck for us. Now you have had a long night and need some sleep as it is almost 9 AM. We are going to breakfast and have some planning to to for your breast surgery tomorrow. Now off to your Barbie Bed and get some sleep. “Yes Mistress, I am kind of sleepy.

“Oh wait one more thing before you sleep Brenda” said Annie holding the now cleaned but plug. Lets put this back so you don’t leak and cummies out on your pretty sheets.” As I bent over she easily popped the plug back in and gave it a few extra pumps before removing the tube. I smiled and thanked her and headed to bed exhausted.

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*Author’s note: All characters depicted in sexual scenes are 18 years of age or older.*

Lilith’s Goal: Part 2

The cobblestone pathway turns to smooth blacktop driveway. The sound of my heels clipping against the pavement fills the quiet morning. Smiling slowly, my hand caresses the hood of the pretty WRX STI 2020. Immediately feeling the same giddy excitement blooming across my chest as it did the day I purchased it. Her name was a homage to my favorite jewelry, Pearl. Not a car expert by any means, I still knew what a pretty car looked like. She hit all of my 3-S’s; sexy, seductive and satisfying.

“Hello pearl, how was your rest?” Leaning forward kissing the hood. Stroking my fingertips over softly as I walk to the door.

The day was unusually warm for early May, slipping my blazer off I toss it across the console. Sliding into my seat and buckling. I push the ignition button, bringing her purrs to life around me. Lifting a manicured finger my gold charm bracelet sparkles as it hits the sunshine. Clicking the sunroof open, sunshine spreads across my shoulders. A breeze swooping across the top of my head. The sensation causes my eyes to flutter closed and open, a peaceful moment of contentment. Relaxed from my release the feeling of euphoria from such a lovely day places a wide grin on my face. Putting Pearl into gear I pull the car out of the driveway in a quick fluid movement. Driving slow and patient off the private lake road. A few minutes later, I reach the main country road. My foot lowers on the gas letting the car open up, reaching 80mph in 10 seconds. Turning dance music on, loud and obnoxious, Lizzo’s beat pumping. Grinning wider, it occurs to me the beat matches the steady one still thumping in my pussy.

Fifteen minutes later after avoiding old, slow pick up trucks and one family of geese passing across the road; I swing into my parking spot. Proudly looking up at the small freestanding building, I had managed to buy and make into my dream business. Two cars sit in the lot, one belonged to my employee Eve, the other was a sleek black Tesla.

“Now that’s a sexy car.” Murmuring to myself, I cock my head in thought. What client of mine has a Tesla?

Getting out, remembering my handbag. I swivel quickly. Slipping and tumbling a bit reaching for my blazer, the sensation of cool air hits my upper thighs. Realizing my skirt has ridden up to almost my waist, I panic. I hear a deep chuckle from inside the Tesla. Head rotating to glare at the car my mouth in a perfect oval. Oh shit, someone is in that car I’m flashing them! Panic sets in. Embarrassment flushes my cheeks and chest, feeling the warmth build up and down across my skin I freeze in mortification. Snapping out of it, moving quickly, smashing my head on the door as I scramble to stand. I groan rubbing the tender spot. Flustered wiggling my hips, pushing my mini skirt down. Skirt intact, standing tall and erect. I take a long deep breath, coming out in a quiet huff. I glance at the Tesla, giving it annoyed glare.

“Thank god I am wearing panties today.” Mumbling under my breath.

Blushing I grab my purse pretending nothing happened. Hoping that it’s my employees client I walk quickly across the lot and into the building. Slipping my blazer on before I reach the door, my purse hanging from my wrist. Still embarrassed I duck my head as I walk, shaking it back and forth slightly in humiliation.

Orange and vanilla tickle my senses, inside the waiting room. The smell calms me and makes me feel at ease, instantly. The small day spa was elegant, decorated in soft blues, greens and dots of pale yellow. A small chandelier hung in the entryway, the pale cream light bouncing off the crystals and reflecting rainbows on the ceiling. To the left sat a small waiting area with a large plush leather couch, two wing backed emerald velvet chairs and mustard colored chaise lounge. Locals artists paintings hang on the walls. Small bouquets of fresh flowers dotted color throughout the space. It exuded sophistication and sensuality. I smile at Eve, sitting behind the large pale wooden desk. Pausing before I head to the break room.

“Good morning Eve, how was your weekend?” Smiling brightly at her, picking up mail and flipping through the small stack.

“You’re late again.” Eve looks at her watch then back at me, lips pursed tight, frowning as she looks me up and down. Rolling her eyes at my outfit.

Expression sour, frown deepening on her thin face. Today she wore her blonde hair long and straight in a high pony, makeup simple. Dressed in jeans, sandals, an off the shoulder pink sweater and a silver crucifix at her throat.

“Seeing how I am your Boss, it looks like I’m right on time. Are we bitchy today?” She rolls her eyes at me and ignores the question, lips tightening even more.

“You had an online booking, He pulled in 15 minutes before you.”

She stares at the computer screen, the mouse clicking and arranging clients. Ignoring her I walk past the desk to the konyaaltı escort back room. Great Tesla guy is my client, just fucking wonderful. Sighing heavily I leave my purse on the break room table. Standing still as stone I massage my cheeks. Willing the blush to go away, even mortified knowing he was there for me. Walking back up to the front, stopping in my treatment room to check my wax and chemicals. Her voice calls from the desk as I step into my room.

“Did you hang your bag or leave it on the table? We have hooks for a reason.” Her voice is short and annoyed. Awww, great. She is in a bitchy mood, wonderful. Rolling my eyes I walk briskly to the break room to hang my bag. Spinning on my heels, annoyed with her behavior first thing in the morning I huff and purse my lips. angry.

Seconds later I hear the door open, the voices travel down the hall in quiet murmurs as I hear the general speech of consent forms, frequently asked questions and… Is she purring at him? I listen closely to his voice, resonating low and rumbling. I cannot understand what he is saying in response to her flirty small talk. Eve is speaking in her “I wanna jump your bones” voice. Having heard it often when she is speaking to her Husband I roll my eyes. Straightening up I relax my shoulders and tousle my hair. Shit, Eve is going to point it out if I flirt. No flirting. No flirting. I repeat my mantra to myself as I walk out the door. Moving a few steps down the hall I duck into a treatment room, making myself busy. Trying so hard to stay calm, erase the flush from my body.

As I stir my wax with a large wooden paddle I listen to her asking him standard questions. Hearing the deep and gravely notes to his voice, a very sexy voice. I can’t help but squirm in nervousness. He is young…professional…intelligent, listening to the articulate responses. Trying to calm my quick beating heart and wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt. Okay, calm the fuck down Lil. Its just some guy that probably wants his nose hairs waxed or he has a horrendous Uni-brow. After my little pep talk I square my shoulders and taking a deep breath walk out of the room. I carefully sway my hips back and forth in a sensual walk.

In the corner of the lobby sits a large Man, dark hair full and thick. His ankle crossed casually over his knee and bouncing. Focused on his phone, he looks up at me and my heart skips a beat. He’s dressed well, slim black dress pants and pale blue Tee shirt, tucked in. His shoes black leather oxfords laced up, clearly expensive. He is casual yet professional, and sexy as hell. Shit, shit, shit, I’m fucked with this one. Breathe Lil, breathe. His stormy blue eyes, intense. They land on me potent and serious, giving me shivers. His eyes travel from my heeled toes to my luscious hair then back to my eyes. A smirk playing around his mouth. Seeing his gaze makes me blush and I wobble a bit on my heels as I approach him. Plastering a sweet innocent smile on my face I hold out my hand

“Hi! I’m Lilith! You must be William.”

My hand outstretched I shake his firmly. As our hands connect I feel a slight jolt. His smile is slow and easy as he stands. Our hands lingering too long I blush red as I snatch my hand back.

“Nice to meet you Lilith.” His voice is smooth like good scotch, and he stands a foot taller than my small 5’3′ height, even in my heels.

“Let me just look over your paperwork and we can get started.”

Grinning wider I turn to Eve, her gaze narrowed on my face. Her lips twitch in a knowing smirk…Ugh, she is such a bitch sometimes, and knows me so well. Snatching the paperwork out of her waiting fingers she holds tight not letting go. Cocking my head, I give her a warning glare, her fingers release and she grins. As I yank it from her it flies into the air landing a foot away. I step over and bending down realize immediately what she had done. My ass once again in the air, him behind me. I stand, taking a shaky breath and turning I move aside, wiggling my skirt down once more.

Getting up and walking around the desk Eve’s hips sway more than usual. Passing me she smirks in my direction. Twirling a strand of hair in her fingers as she walks by.

“Right this way William. I’ll get you settled while Lil reads everything over.”

I stare at her, my mouth agape at her behavior as she leads him down the hallway. I scan his information quickly, checking for medications or things that would contraindicate in a service. Tossing the sheet onto the desk I pass her in the hallway.

“Try not to flirt too much Lil. Should I put on your sexy playlist?” Eve smiles wide and teasing.

“Don’t you dare put on my sexy list, pick some 70’s folk music. Then go fuck yourself, you clearly need to get off!” Hissing quietly, having had enough of her short and rude behavior.

Her facial expression reads hot anger at my words, snapping back into bitchy resting face and stomping back to the desk. muratpaşa escort Smiling to myself knowing I got to her a little. I tap on the treatment room before opening.

Williams essence fills my small room. In the confined space I can smell him, hints of bergamot and mint are overwhelming. I inhale deeply, smiling sweetly at him. Turning away from to hide my blush I pull on pink nitrile gloves, the snapping of them filling the awkward silence. Before I turn, I hear the music starting, a sexy Lana Del Ray song “My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola…” I groan silently, my eyes closing and blushing beet red. My hands fisting in pure anger. She is in so much trouble, I will be ripping slow on her next Brazilian.

Too mortified to think , I try plotting my revenge on Eve. Turning, a strained smile hurting my cheeks. He sits on my treatment table knees slightly parted palms resting on his thighs, his blue eyes laughing but his face calm and waiting. Oh he was listening to the lyrics, shit…

“So what were you thinking of getting done? I do so many things here…” His lip quirks in amusement but he doesn’t smile. Realizing how my words may have sounded I bite my lip to hide my embarrassment.

“I need an eyebrow today and have questions about the many things you do here…”

Stepping between his knees, much closer than normal. Looking intently at his brows, trying to control my facial expression and breathing. I lean forward for a better look. Realizing I am too close I stand abruptly. Pivoting quickly I trip over my feet, stumbling and falling towards my wax pots. His hands are lightening fast on my hips anchoring me. Pulling my back to his chest, hot breath tickling my ear. The sensations cause my knees to weaken, a whimper escaping deep from my chest. Common sense snaps me up and away from him, shaking my head at my actions. Stepping away his hands slide down my thighs and touch my stockinged legs, just under my skirt. Blushing crimson and standing very still I try to affirm with myself that he did just touch me that way. Blinking slowly and moving a few inches further from him, I seek his gaze. My hands on his arms I swallow loudly my mouth suddenly dry and hot. Still as a frightened doe I stay rooted in my spot. Realizing I am still close and touching him, I lean back to rest on my table behind me.

“I am so sorry! Thank you, I can be such a klutz.”

“No apologies needed, I am happy to catch you any time.”

His voice was sincere and held a tone of amusement. Turning back to him, slower this time and focusing on my feet, he is smiling at me his head cocked in curious thought. Ducking my head down I turn to stir my wax and work on settling my heart rate.

“So, let’s get down to it. Most men come here curious about a boyzilian. Which is a Brazilian, but for men. We remove all the hair from front to back. It takes about 20-30 minutes your first time depending on pain tolerance and if you need breaks. With situations like this I will wax your brows first and we can discuss everything during that service.” My words come out rapid and fast, hoping deep down he wants to take his pants off for a boyzilian service. Still a bit shaky I lock my fingers together tightly in front of me. Unsure how to stand, how to speak, all my thoughts a jumbled mess in my head. Pull yourself together Lil! My god, he’s your first client…

His smile is slow and leisurely as his eyes travel up and down my body, not once but twice. This only causes me to blush redder. Clearing his throat he looks down at my breasts then back to my face, speaking low and quiet.

“What makes you think I am curious about a boyzilian?”

His smile turns to a grin as he runs his tongue across the bottom of his teeth. Giggling nervously and feeling ridiculous I shrug, opening and closing my mouth as I struggle to find the words. My brain failing me, I rock on my heels slowly. As I rock, my eyes are frozen on his lips.

“Ummm, well. I shouldn’t have assumed. I just. Um. Well. I. Uh…” Stuttering and falling over my words I slow my nervous rocking and take 3 deep breaths, closing and opening my eyes.

When I look up he is leaning forward towards me. What is happening? Is he smelling me? Confused and unsure about what to say, I immediately freeze. Standing still as stone.

“What would you like waxed today?” As I speak I feel his hand brush my skirt, a finger brushing softly across my thigh. Sucking in a breath I hold it, looking him in the eye. Stepping back before he can respond and breaking the connection I turn slowly to my wax pots. Clearing his throat, he runs his hands through his hair. The silence permeates the room, my breathing more controlled now I turn back to him and smile brightly.

“I’m teasing you, I did want a boyzilian. I think I should wait for another time though. I am a bit hard on time right now.” His chuckle and grin was slow and low. His pun didn’t escape my attention, biting serik escort the inside of my mouth to not say something stupid I prepare my utensils and tools for his service. Busying my mind as I work. And, trying to not get turned on any more than I already am.

Taking out small thin sticks, gauze and eyebrow wand, I place all my utensils out on a clean cloth before starting. Turning back to him I lean over his chest and look back and forth from brow to brow, gaging how much is needed.

“Okay, so William go ahead and lay back.” Smiling to hide my humiliation, worried that my eye may twitch and betray my emotional state. I focus on the pink bubblegum wax in front of me.

“Okay, William. Close your eyes, we do not want any wax getting on your eyelashes.”

As his eyes close, my fingers are soft and feathery against his skin as I work. Applying wax then removing it quickly, applying pressure to the skin. Touching him was harder than imagined, his skin felt hot under my fingertips.

“What kind of questions do you have about the boyzilian service?”

“How long does it last? I have to shave consistently. I hate the hair.” His voice is steady as he stays still, one eye lid rising slightly to look at me.

“It should last for 4-5 weeks, this is personal…but when did you shave last?” My voice is calm and steady. Our discussion is helping with my excitement and I finally am beginning to feel more in control of my body.

“Its been 3 weeks. I read your website, So I am ready for it. When I have more time that is” His voice holds uncertainty and disappointment.

“You read my website? Smart Man. Any questions that I didn’t cover there?”

“Hmm… None that pertains to the waxing.” His tone shifted and he glances at me, half lidded. Leaning half over him we connect gazes at the same time. His eyes flickering to my breasts leaning over him.

“Eyes closed, Sir.” My tone is firm, his half lidded gaze causing my heart to speed up again.

Glancing down again at my chest, his eyes closing, smirking. I can see he is becoming erect. Well, that is unexpected. Looking back at him, both his lids have lifted slightly, to watch me. Licking my lips and shifting shyly.

“I found your little shop and read everything on the website and thought I would check you out.” His voice is even but I can see his eyes are watching me closely. I keep my face calm not wanting to give away my surprise and uncertainty.

“We should schedule the wax for this week, I can try to get you in at this time. If that works? Or sometimes I come in earlier.” My voice wavers at the end, If he came when Eve wasn’t here she can’t embarrass me.

“Can you do 9am? Then I can leave from here for work. You are not far from the City.” His voice amused.

“Absolutely! It’s a date, I mean not a date, date but a date in my books.” Nervous, I chatter. Shut up Lilith! My heart rate once again is fast, my skin flushed red. Why does this Man make me so nervous? Applying a light amount of aloe vera I pat the area dry and get a mirror for him to see. My back to him I reach on my high shelf for the hand mirror, only to turn with his eyes on me, intense. Smiling to hide my uncertainty, I hand him the mirror and remove my gloves.

While he is looking at them, moving his head back and forth I look down again at his cock. It is still hard in his pants the outline clear and defined. Without thinking I groan deeply in my throat. Realizing what I did my eyes snap back to his, he is smirking at me the mirror resting on his chest. Arms raised above his head, hands as a pillow. Shit how long was I staring? Why is he looking at me like that? I gotta get out of here. My thoughts probably written on my face, I tuck my head down shuffling my feet I begin to back up slowly toward the door.

“So, I will give you some time to get up, and meet me out in the lobby. We can get that appointment set up for you.

“You mean our date?” His smirk turns into a grin as he sits up, his eyes traveling from my feet to my eyes.

“Yeah, our date, on the books.” Whispering, I blush and turn on my heel rushing from the room. Eve is standing in the hallway her arms crossed with a knowing smirk. Mouthing to her “GO!” and pointing to the desk I arch a brow, daring her to disobey. Walking away from her, I walk into the lobby. Pacing and nibbling on my nails. When William walks out of the room his erection is gone, or he somehow magically hid it in his tight pants. No matter, my eyes linger a moment too long and Eve notices.

“Eve will check you out, and get you re-booked for this week. Eve, he wants a 9 am this week, Bye for now William.” I stutter, Turning on my heel and walk briskly to my room hiding behind the door, a hand over my face. Emotions swirl around me, giddy excitement and embarrassment. Shaking my head I clean my room and prepare it for the next client. Waiting to hear the bell of the door, nothing.

Why isn’t he leaving? My heart is pounding so hard I didn’t hear the door… that’s gotta be it. Stepping out the door, my walk is quick when I slam into his chest. Both of us surprised by the other, a combined “oof, so sorry” escapes us.

“I wanted to give this to you personally.” His hand out to me holds a small tip envelope. Duh, of course that is why he hasn’t left yet, my thoughts swirling and erratic with him being so close.

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Melanie sat in her kitchen, drinking coffee and playing games on her phone. The sink was full of dishes and laundry had piled up, but she didn’t care. She was sick of playing housewife to her timid little nerd of a husband, even if he did pay the bills, and take her on expensive vacations, and buy her clothes. He shouldn’t expect her to cook and clean! She was better than that!

Well, she HAD been better than that. Once upon a time, Melanie had been a knockout, with a beautiful face and the body of a model. Every head used to turn when she walked into a room, and she could have any guy she wanted, any time she wanted, and they would beg for the privilege. She’d dated rich men, had flings with CEOs and minor celebrities, and had once been offered a job posing for Playboy.

But that was then, more than twenty years ago. Now, Melanie was old. Her face was lined and blotchy, and her formerly luxurious blonde hair had turned to straw. Breasts that were once firm and perky had become a pair of drooping tits, and the perfect round ass that once drew the eye of every man (and many women), was saggy and wrinkled.

She’d also gotten fat. Once she’d barely topped 120 pounds, now she was just over 200. Her sagging breasts sat atop a flabby protruding belly, rolls of thick fat circled her waist and rippled up her back, and her thighs were thick messes of cellulite. Her double chin was nearly a triple and hanging jowls blurred a once-elegant jawline.

She could still manage some semblance of her old self. With the right clothes, a good bra, and plenty of support garments – not to mention copious amounts of makeup and a talented hairstylist – she could manage to look “handsome for her age”, but her days of living off her looks were long gone. She was never very smart, but she was clever – clever enough to know she was on her way down, and needed to find someone to catch her before she hit bottom.

She’d found him, three years ago. He was a few years younger than her, but the years had been much kinder to him. He’d been a late bloomer, which meant that at 42, he could still pass for mid-30s, even younger if he shaved his beard, which was the only grey hair he had, whereas the hair on his head was still dark and very thick. He also kept himself in good shape. Where she was flabby and fat, he was lean and cut. A lifetime of being the smallest, and a savage bout of teenage acne, had left him very insecure about his appearance, with the result being that he didn’t really appreciate how attractive he really was. He’d never been popular, particularly with women. She figured that out right away, and she knew just how to play that to get what she wanted.

She didn’t have many talents or skills, but one thing she was good at was sex. She’d looked like a porn star for years, and it didn’t take her long to learn how to fuck like one. One night with her, despite her sagging tits and flabby belly, and he was hopelessly infatuated. He proposed six months after their first date, and they married a year later.

At first, she’d been a doting girlfriend, fiancé, and wife, feigning interest in all the stupid things he enjoyed, even consenting to dressing up for some idiotic nerd convention he liked going to. She pretended to encourage his hobbies, and made all the right “fascinated” noises when he talked about his job in IT.

Now, she was fed up and sick of pretending. She was tired of hearing from everyone about how smart he was, how talented he was, and she was not happy about being married to a man who weighed over 20 pounds less than her. She’d begun to nag him about spending so much time with his friends – who she’d once claimed to adore, but secretly couldn’t stand – and recently threw a fit over how the attention he paid to his hobbies made her feel like she wasn’t important. Where once she was a laid-back, fun-loving woman, now she was a joyless scold, whose mood could change at the least provocation. It was to the point where he was afraid to even speak to her – most of his words came out in a nervous stammer. He’d always feared confrontation, and she knew how to use that too.

But, she always made sure to give him just enough sex, at just the right times, so he never felt inclined to stray, or let his fear turn to anger. He was hers, and all she had to do to get what she wanted was keep him off-balance, so he never knew what would set her off. “I may be old and fat,” she said to herself, smiling, “but I still know how to control a man – or at least a spineless weakling like him.”

But she was wrong, and she was about to discover just how wrong she was.

***

It all started innocently enough. He came home from work the same time he usually did, saying nothing of the state of the house, or the fact that she was still unshowered and wearing the ratty t-shirt and threadbare sweatpants she’d slept in. He never complained, and he never expected anything from her. Tonight, however, he did make one request.

“I’d like you to put on your sexiest outfit,” he said, leaning konyaalti escort bayan in to kiss her. “I want to take you out to dinner.”

“Really?” she smiled. He tended to take her to nice places with really good food, and she loved to eat. It hadn’t been a problem when she was younger, but after 30 her metabolism slowed down and her appetite didn’t.

He nodded. “I made reservations for 8, so go get ready.” He stepped back, holding up his hands and stammering, “If-if-if you w-want to, I mean. We-we don’t have t-t-t-t-to go anywhere if…”

“No, I want to go,” she said, keeping her voice a mixture of casual and slightly annoyed. “And stop stammering. When you get all nervous like that you make me feel like I’m some kind of horrible bitch.”

“N-no,” he said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t-“

“It’s okay.” She smiled and kissed him, keeping him confused. “I’ll go get ready.”

***

They arrived at the restaurant a little early, and their table wasn’t ready. The place was crowded, and they decided to wait at the bar. The bartender came around and asked for their drink orders.

He ordered a cola. “I’m driving,” he said with a smile. Then he winked at her. “So you can have whatever you like.” She had to admit, he was kind of cute when he was trying to flirt.

She ordered a glass of wine and they chatted while they waited for their table. She chatted, at least. He didn’t say much, seemingly content to listen. She was almost done with her second glass of wine when their table was ready. She wasn’t drunk, just a little dizzy. She drained her glass and left it on the bar and they followed their waiter to their table.

He left them with menus and glasses of water, but when he returned to take their orders, he’d brought another glass of wine for her. She was halfway through it by the time she was done with her salad.

“I’m a little buzzed,” she said, smiling.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not.” He smiled. “Drink as much as you like. I’m driving, and I’ll take good care of you.”

She finished her wine and ordered another.

By the time she was done with her meal, she’d polished off that glass and was very solidly buzzed. She got up to use the bathroom, and was just a little unsteady on her feet. When she got back, there was another glass of wine waiting, along with a shot glass filled with a clear liquid. Probably vodka. It was her favorite.

She sat down, just a little unsteadily, and took a long sip of her wine. She grinned, her cheeks flushed. “A shot?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, finishing signing the check. “Why not?”

Why not? The four glasses of wine sloshing around in her brain were making the idea of shots seem very appealing. She lifted the shot glass, toasted him with it, and tossed it back. It was vodka, and top shelf, at that. She chased it with the rest of her wine.

“Let’s move over to the bar,” he suggested, standing up.

“Sounds like a plan,” she said. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, and she was making an effort to enunciate. She could feel a pleasant warmth spreading out from her belly from the shot. She stood up and stumbled a bit, but he was there to steady her, and he led her to the bar.

Once there, he ordered her another glass of wine and another shot. She did the shot, drank half the glass of wine, and went to the bathroom again. This time it was a bit harder to navigate the restaurant, and her clothes gave her more trouble as well. This time she didn’t bother putting the girdle and other support garments back on, no longer caring if her fat rolls showed. She stuffed it all, including her panties, into her bag, and stumbled back to the bar.

She found three shots lined up in front of her stool, and another glass of wine next to the one her husband had ordered.

“Wha… what’s this?” It was getting difficult to speak without slurring, and it took her a couple of tries to get onto her stool. A young man seated to her right had to help her.

“These young men,” he husband said, gesturing to the man who helped her and two of his friends, “wanted to buy you drinks.”

“Oh?” she smiled prettily at them. “Well thank you. Thass- that’s very nice.”

One of the young men gestured held up a shot glass. She could see that they were all holding shot glasses. “Drink up,” he said.

She lifted her first shot and knocked it back with him. Then it was his friends’ turn.

***

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, or how many drinks she’d had, but she was well and truly drunk now. Things were happening in flashes, and there were long gaps between. She remembered doing shots, then maybe drinking her wine? Someone said something funny. She’d laughed a lot. Did she… yes, she’d fallen off her barstool at some point. She looked down at the bar. It was blurry, and swam in her vision. The sounds of the bar were both loud and quiet. It was muratpasa escort bayan hard to follow what anyone was saying. And was that her bra on the bar?

“You gave it to the bartender,” one of the young men said, “as a tip.”

She laughed. That was so funny! He was so funny. “Thass… thass funny! Where’s…” she squinted, finally closing one eye to try to bring things into focus. It only partially worked. “Where’s my… my husb’n…” She looked around and swayed, barely able to stay in her seat. Everything was swirling around her, but not spinning, like it should be from being drunk. This was something else. She couldn’t even think, and moments were getting more disjointed. She suddenly realized one of the young men had his hand down the front of her dress, slowly massaging her left breast, and one of the others was sliding his hand up her leg and along her inner thigh. She could feel herself getting wet. She could see, in a very blurry distant way that others at the bar were staring. She didn’t care. She wanted to get fucked right here. The thought shocked her a little. She was no prude, but… “Did you… you put somethin’… my drink?”

“Of course they didn’t sweetie,” and suddenly her husband was there, and the men weren’t touching her. “I was right here the whole time, and I’d never let anything happen to my dear sweet wife.” Part of her, the very small part of her mind not completely smashed, told her that she really didn’t like his tone of voice, or the way he was smiling, but it was a very small part of her mind, and she ignored it.

“I know, baby…” she slurred, leaning against him.

***

She was in the car, in the back seat. When she opened her eyes, she could see her husband driving. She was leaning against someone, and someone else was sitting on the other side of her. It was two of the young men from the bar. The other was in the passenger seat, pointing a phone at her. The man she leaned against had his hands on her breasts, and this time, he’d just pulled her dress down to her waist. He was kneading her tits and pinching her nipples. Every so often, he leaned over to kiss her neck. The other man had his hand all the way up her skirt, and was sliding his fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

“Babe,” her voice was a murmured whisper. “Whasss…”

“It’s okay, honey,” he said, looking back at her in the rearview mirror. “You passed out at the bar, and these nice men helped me get you to the car.”

“But, they…” she moaned. She thought she was going to cum.

“Yeah,” her husband said. “You just lie there and enjoy it, you fat slut.”

The words, and his tone, were like ice water in her face. If she hadn’t been so wasted, she would have sobered up. As it was, she had a brief moment of complete clarity. He’d never spoken to her like that before, but something told her he’d been wanting to, for a very long time. Before she could think about it, the fog rolled back over her mind, and she sank into it, reveling in the feeling of hands on her tits, and fingers in her hot pussy. She passed out again before she could cum.

***

She was walking. Or was she being carried? She opened her eyes and saw her feet on the ground, one moving in front of the other, but they didn’t feel like her feet, and her legs were moving around on their own. She was being held up between two men.

***

She was in an elevator. She could tell her dress was just barely covering her, and someone was holding her up while cupping and groping her breasts. Her head lolled back against his shoulder. Someone else was between her legs, his face buried in her pussy. She knew she shouldn’t, but she loved it. She had one of the most intense orgasms of her life right there in the elevator, and knew it wasn’t her first of the night. Her husband was there, and he had his phone out.

***

She was being carried/walking again, this time over carpet. When they stopped moving, she looked up and caught a glimpse of her husband unlocking a door. This was a hotel. Why were they at a hotel? And why were these men still here? One of them, the one not holding her, was pointing a phone at her.

She tried to speak, but all that came out of her mouth was a slurred jumble of nonsense.

“That’s right,” her husband said. “The party’s just getting started.” He opened the door and gestured inside. “Bring her in.”

They were inside. She couldn’t hold her head up very long, but she saw a bed, tables, and a desk. It was definitely a hotel room.

“You want her on the bed?” one of the men holding her asked.

“Not yet,” her husband said. “Just drop her on the floor for now. You’ve been carrying her since the car, and I know how heavy she is, the fucking pig.”

She felt herself dropped to the floor and she laid there, everything swirling around her.

***

She was in a chair. Her dress was torn and barely hanging off her. One of the men had her head serik escort bayan back and was pouring beer down her throat. Something else was in her throat, it felt like a pill. She had to swallow to keep from choking on it. He pulled the bottle away from her mouth and poured the rest over her. She laughed.

***

Light. Dark. Swirls of color. Voices. Her husband’s face, laughing at her. She was being held up. There was music, and they were taking turns dancing with her. She was naked. One of them had a phone and it was pointed at her.

***

She was kneeling on the floor, and one of the men was shoving his cock in her mouth, deep into her throat. She was awake just long enough to swallow his cum.

***

She was on the bed, face down, being fucked from behind. She didn’t know who it was, but it didn’t feel like her husband. She felt him cum inside her, and then he pulled out of her dripping wet pussy.

Someone else, still not her husband, began fucking her ass, while another cock was shoved in her mouth. They came together, filling her mouth and ass at the same time.

***

She was on the bed, on her back. Everything ached. Her pussy throbbed, her tits were bruised, and her ass was gaping and sore. She was sticky with cum from her face down across her tits and all around her pussy. She’d been fucked in every hole and she could remember, just vaguely, begging for it each and every time.

She saw her husband. He was naked, his cock fully erect.

“They’re gone,” he said. “Now it’s my turn, whore.”

When he fucked her, it was with a savagery and brutality she’d never experienced. Every thrust was agony for her raw pussy and ass. When he finally came, it wasn’t inside her. He pulled out of her ass at the last moment and shot his load on her back.

He grabbed hold of her sticky tangled hair and made her look at him. “Tomorrow, we talk about your new role, and what your place is in this marriage. Understand, you fucking cow?”

All she could do was nod. He grunted and threw her to the floor, tossing the comforter from the bed at her.

“You sleep on the floor tonight, pig,” he said. “Tomorrow we talk about how you earn your way back into a bed.”

***

A blast of cold water woke her up. She was in a shower, but it was one she didn’t recognize. Then, she remembered the night before. The hotel. She was still in the hotel room. She lay in the tub and looked up at her husband, who was fully dressed.

“Clean yourself up,” he said. “When you’re done, we’ll talk.”

Her head was throbbing, and she was nauseous. She threw up once in the shower before she even stood up, and it took more than one try for her to stand. Eventually, the water warmed up, and she took a very long shower, trying desperately to scrub the previous night off of her.

When she stepped out of the shower, she found a few hand towels but nothing else. She dried herself with them as best as she could, then walked naked out into the room. Her husband was seated at a small table in the corner. A breakfast tray was in front of him, laden with her favorite foods. He sipped at a cup of coffee, and she saw another cup in front of the empty chair.

“Sit,” he said.

“What’s going on?” she asked, not moving. She shivered where she stood. The hand towels hadn’t done a very good job of drying her off and she was cold. She didn’t see towels or a robe or any clothes at all. She could feel her anger rising, through the headache and the numb grogginess left over from last night. “What did you do to me?!”

“I gave you what you deserved,” he said, his voice sharp. She had never heard this tone from him before. He pointed at the chair. “I told you to sit.”

She crossed her arms and stood there, trying to be defiant and angry, but finding it hard while naked, wet, and shivering. “Do you think I’m going to let you get away with-?”

“Do you want to eat?” he asked.

“I…” she hadn’t expected that.

“If you want to eat,” he said, his voice the same even tone, “you’ll shut your fucking mouth and sit down.”

Now she was angry. “Fuck you!” she shouted. “Who do you think you are?!”

He stood and walked around the table. As he walked toward her, he removed his belt.

“I really wanted this to be a calm, rational discussion,” he said with a sigh. “I didn’t want to have to do this. I’d hoped this could all be settled with talk, but then,” he looped the belt once, and snapped it tight, “you’ve never been all that bright.” He stepped forward, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her over to the bed. “I’m your husband, you fat sow,” he growled in her ear. “Now I’m going to teach you what that means.”

He threw her onto the bed, face down, and before she could move, he’d smacked her across the ass with the belt. She screamed and tried to crawl away. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to the edge of the bed.

“You stay still and take this,” he whispered in her ear, “and it will be over very quickly. If you have to scream, you scream into the bed. I don’t want any interruptions. If you fight me,” his tone became menacing, “it will be much worse. Now,” he asked, “what do you choose?”

Her ass was stinging from that one blow. She couldn’t imagine more. “Puh-please,” she whimpered. “Please don’t do that again. Please. I’ll sit, I promise!”

“You’ll do what I say, when I say it?” he asked.

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Not long after graduating from college with my bachelors, I moved into a house with some of my frat brothers for about two years. I was lucky enough to find a great job that I knew from the start would lead to bigger things if I worked hard enough. The hours were limited, however, so I found myself with more free time on my hands than I wished for. For nearly a year I found myself either working hard or hardly working. That is, until we got a new neighbor that changed my life.

Her name was Holly and she was a single mother of a 7 year old boy. She and her son

moved in to small single story house right next to mine. I first got to meet them the day after and discovered that not only was Holly nice and charming, but easily the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

Holly was a short caucasian lady, only standing at about 5 feet tall, give or take an inch. Not only that, but she had a petite, fit figure that made her look tiny next to me at 6 feet tall and slightly muscular. She had her short blonde hair layered to salon perfection, hooded eyelids under her thin brows, and beautiful smile to cap it off. It was like she was out of some kind of magazine.

We immediately became friendly and got to know each other quickly. I soon learned that she had divorced her workaholic husband and was starting a new life with her only son Connor. The boy was shy around me at first, but soon began to like me and talk to me about all the things he liked to do.

“He usually doesn’t warm up to people so quickly,” Holly explained to me, apparently impressed.

After getting settled in her new home, Holly started working as a head nurse at a local clinic. She appeared to have no problem supporting her son, the house and herself with her income. From the get go I took every opportunity I could to talk with her. My roommates soon notice and began to tease me.

“Going for the MILFs are you Adam?” one had joked..

Personally, I never liked the word and felt it was very disrespectful. However, a part of me couldn’t deny that I found Holly very attractive. She was 32 at the time and I was 23. I wondered how weird it would be to date someone that much older than myself, especially since it seemed the oldest one in a relationship was typically the man. Hell, even my own dad is three years older than my mom. The idea of dating Holly never left my mind, but I felt I could not begin to voice my thoughts.

Holly’s job wasn’t like mine. It required her to work six days a week for about 9 hours at the least. She told she felt like her ex-husband, spending too much time and work and not enough with her son. Since she was working after school hours were over, Holly hired a female sitter to watch over her son five days a week. The sitter, a 20 year old goth chick, hardly seemed like a good fit for Connor, but perhaps his mom did not have the time to look around for a better one.

Three weeks passed by and my normal routine hardly changed, other than when I had a chance to chat with Holly or hang out with Connor a bit.

“She doesn’t want to ever play with me,” Connor said concerning his sitter. “All she does is text on her phone, watches TV or listens to loud music.”

In all honesty, I began to feel bad for the kid. Coming home to a girl that look liked Ozzy Osbourne nearly every day was hardly enjoyable.

Connor didn’t have to suffer through that though for too long. The night after talking with Connor I saw two cop car in front of their house and automatically assumed the worse. I saw Holly talking with an officer, unhurt but flustered. As I approached her, she finished talking with the officer, who then reassured her of something and walked back to his parked car.

“What’s going on?” I asked in a concerned voice, as I reached her.

Holly was on the verge of some kind of breakdown, but managed to get it out first. “I came home early from work and found the sitter shooting up in my bathroom.” Her voice was shaky, but she continued. “I called the police, but she ran off. They are looking for her before she gets herself killed.”

The young woman began to sob, and I immediately took her in my arms to calm her. She felt small in my arms, but it felt like she almost belonged there. Sobbing into my shoulder, she cried for about a minute or so. I just let her get it off her chest. The waterworks finally stopped and she thanked me for comforting her.

“I’m not sure what I’ll do,” she said with a worried tone. “I work tomorrow and I need someone to look after Connor.”

Without a second to deliberate, I jumped on the wagon. “How about I watch him tomorrow? I’m off from work actually.”

Right away, Holly’s face turned from deep concern to a beaming smile. “Would you Adam?! Oh thank you thank you! That would be great!”

So I watched Connor the next day when he got off the school bus around 3:30 p.m. that day. He already knew that I was watching him, so he had spent his entire day planning our time together. konyaalti escort We played catch in the backyard, I made him a bomb grilled cheese for dinner (about the only food I’m good at making), and we watched Cars on the big screen in the living room for the rest of his night. After a couple of protests begging for more time to play with me, I finally got him to bed and made him promise to go to sleep if I did this again soon.

When I felt sure that he was staying in his room, I returned to living room and turned on some TV, keeping the volume way down so I could keep an ear out for Connor. As an hour went by I didn’t hear a peep from the little rascal. I went to his room to check on him and was pleased to seem him sound asleep. Again, I went back to living room and watched the beginning of Letterman. It was nothing but a crappy rerun, an episode I had already seen. I didn’t change the channel, but rather went into deep thought about Holly. My feelings for her hadn’t changed in the past few weeks, yet I felt like I could do nothing about them. I had admittedly tried masturbating to the thought of her, but it never could get the right image in my head. I would feel slightly guilty and stop or just pull up a quick porno to get my mind on something else.

And there I was, watching her kid in her own house, beginning to feel very bored. Just as I was about to fall victim to my boredom, I looked over at the front entrance to her house. There lay a red rug in the entryway and a closed closet next to it. The rug was for shoes, and currently only Connor and I had our shoes on it. In that closet, however, there had to be plenty of Holly’s shoes. The thought began to interest me, and slowly I walked over to the closet to check it out for myself.

Since my early teenage years I’ve had a minor foot and shoe fetish. Getting through high school was only that much tougher in early fall/late spring when all the girls would wear cute open toed shoes and show off their feet in earnest. In recent years, my interest had somewhat abated. College was a whole new ball game for me, and I tried my hardest to keep my creepy desires in check. The girls that I had dated while studying at the university had terrible looking feet. I was never a fan of long, narrow feet with slight hammer toe like those girls. They didn’t arouse me in that way in the slightest. Holly, however, unknowingly introduced me to those desires again.

Since I first began to see her, I took note of her shoes and feet. As a nurse, she was required to wear comfy white tennis shoes to work as part of their dress code. Many times I saw her was when she was heading off to work. Only on a two seperate occasions did I get a glimpse of her feet.

I had reached the closet door and quickly opened it, only to find myself frowning from the contents. A few light jackets were hung up neatly, a broom and dustpan in the corner, and a single pair of white Nike sneakers were all that were inside. I picked up the sneakers and gave them a few sniffs. To my disappointment, the shoes seemed to be brand new and smelled like a Walmart.

“Must be backup shoes or something,” I thought to myself as I put the useless shoes down.

I had seen Holly wear other types of shoes before, so I knew they had to be somewhere. On those two occasions I had seen her wear a simple pair of black flats and than some high heels when she was going out with some coworkers. She had even joked that she loved high heels because it was the only way she felt tall. I began to wonder where Holly would keep all of her shoes and possibly her work socks as well.

It didn’t take me long to consider checking the laundry room, and I went to the other side of the house to see. Again, I found myself disappointed as there was no laundry even in the room at the time. The only clothing was a rather skimpy black dress hanging up to dry. I began to picture Holly in it, complete with a nice pair of sexy stiletto heels.

The thought only made me want to look more for her shoes. I checked my watch for the time. 10:41 p.m. Holly promised to be home at the latest by 11:30 p.m. This gave me a limited window to look around the house. It then hit me, like running into a brick wall; her bedroom.

As I walked into Holly’s bedroom only a minute later, the first thing I noticed was how large the bed was. It was a queen size bed that two people could easily share. Someone as small as Holly had more mattress than she could ever need. She probably never had to worry about finding a cool, comfy spot after a long day working. My eye quickly moved on and scaled the dark room, lit only by the moonlight from the nearby window to right of the bed. A dresser and large mirror on top stood on left in the room. Everything seemed tidy and neat. On top of that, the dominant color of the master bedroom was a light pink color. Not the “wow that’s a lot of pink” pink, but a more neutral pink muratpasa escort color that reflected a more mature taste. I finally spotted another closed closet beside the dresser.

“Bingo!” I thought to myself, and swiftly but quietly approached the closet.

The sliding door made hardly a sound and I pushed it open to reveal one side of the closet. Mostly casual outfits, a few hats and jeans galore. I closed that side and then went for the next side, for sure that her shoes awaited me there. Lo and behold, a rack of carefully place shoes was right there on the carpeted floor. An array of different kinds of shoes greeted my eyes; sneakers, flips flops, flats, a single pair converses, wedges and a several pairs of heels were stacked neatly by type. Holly’s collection was small and simple, but she still seemed to have great taste in footwear.

Now another question began to form in my mind; which pair would be the smelliest? Odor was important to my fetish, hence my disinterest in the first pair of fresh shoes I had found in the front closet. I began by carefully picking out the blue converses out of the bottom half of the rack. The shoes looked worn in, but as I took a whiff I was not greeted by any discernible smell. It simply smelled like plain shoes. Disappointed again, I put them back in they way I found them.

I tried the flip flops next, although I felt I knew they too would be disappointing. Foot imprints were on most of them, but any smell flip flops get are usually gone in a few hours after they are taken off. The wedges were next on my menu. Holly seemed to only have two pairs right now; a white pair and a black pair both with the usual brown rubber heel. I inserted my eager nose into both and found only a slightly smell from the white pair. She must have wore it recently, but not for horribly long it seemed. The faint odor was a pleasant mixture of sweat, lotion and shoe sole. Still, it wasn’t the stink I craved.

The flats seemed promising, so I tried the pair I’d seen her wear previously. They were simple black flats with a small bow on them. Despite my fetish, I’ve never bother with brand names and such. All I cared about was the smell, which the flat’s mirrored the white wedge’s. The three other pairs of flats smelled, funny enough, flat.

Two types of shoes remained; the heels and sneakers, which were the most likely to smell. Again, I went for a pair that I recognized. They were four inch heels with sexy straps across it. I tried sniffing down the sole of the heels. No distinct smell hit me. I didn’t bother trying the other heels I saw.

It was my last chance. She had only two pairs of sneakers in the closet. One was a running pair and the other was another pair of white sneakers. Both looked promising, but I wasn’t getting my hopes up. I tried the white shoes first with a long, hard sniff. I was finally greeted with a decent stench. Those shoes seemed to be a bit more sweaty, and the lotion I had sensed from the white wedges didn’t hit me. My nose remained glue to the inside of the shoe for good two minutes before I decided to move on to the running shoes.

These shoes looked older, but taken well care of and possibly expensive on purchase. A good pair of running shoes that Holly obviously loved. They were Nikes again, black with the logo in red. Definitely quality shoes for someone that I had noticed go on regular runs since she moved here.

Thinking about this made my appetite grow, and I plunged my nose into the opening. What greeted me could be described as heaven on Earth for the common foot fetishist. Those shoes reeked of sweaty feet and dirty socks. I continued attacking the inside with sniff after sniff. I began to imagine the hot little size 5 peds that had previously occupied them. From my occasional glances, I noticed that Holly kept good care of her feet and seemed to favor black polish on her tiny toes.

As I continued smelling, I felt myself getting hard as a rock. I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my hard on with a free hand, while holding the shoes in the other hand. I began to stick my tongue inside and tasted the saltiness accumulated from all the sweat. My hand was going to town on my hard on, inspired by failed fantasies of Holly for the last few weeks. Though this was not Holly’s own foot per say, it was a welcomed alternative.

Speaking of alternative, another one sprung in my head. A laundry basket stood next to the shoe rack. I put the shoes down and went through the dirty clothes in search of socks. They happened to be in on the top half and I delightfully began to smell them as well. The plain white socks smelled fresh as well, prompting me to jack off even faster. I soon began to fill my balls swell with cum. Panic came over me as I realized I had nowhere to cum. As swiftly as possible, I ran to the bedroom private bathroom and open the lid. I made it in the nick of time, and shot my serik escort load safely into the toilet bowl. My body started to relax. When I finished, I looked again at my watch. It was now 10:52 p.m.

“That didn’t take me long,” I thought. Despite still having enough time, I decided not to risk it any further. I flushed the toilet and then went back to the closet to put the socks and shoes back as I had found them.

About a half hour later, Holly pulled in the driveway. When got inside I was sitting comfortably on her couch with the TV on, acting like nothing had ever happened.

“How was he?” she asked, seemingly tired from her long work day.

“He was great, no problem whatsoever,” I told her honestly. “He wants me to do it again sometime soon.”

Holly seemed glad about the report, and gave me one of her pleasant smiles. “I’m so happy to hear that,” she said. “He never liked the sitter. I think having a guy watch him made him feel comfortable.”

“Which is why I’d like to help you with that,” I told her. “I have my days off and I’m off at 4 most days.”

“Oh Adam, I couldn’t ask you do to that!” Holly replied. “You must have plenty on your plate already.”

I shook my head. “Honestly, I really haven’t be able to find anything to pass my free time. I’ve earned his trust, so why not?”

Holly looked torn, but she only deliberated for about thirty seconds or so. “Ok, but I insist that I pay you the same as the last sitter.”

“Ok deal,” I brought out my hand and shook Holly’s small hand. We said our goodnights and I left with the biggest grin ever. I knew I would be the beginning of something great, but I had no idea just how crazy things were going to get.

For the next three and a half months I watched Connor at his house 4 days a week. He quickly began to see me as a brother figure, and would glow each time I walked in the door to watch him. I enjoyed my time with him, not having any younger siblings of my own to play with like this. Because he liked me so much, he rarely misbehaved and would do as I told him. Connor even began to do house chores his mom left him when I stayed with him.

But Connor was not the only part about this sitting job I loved. Many times I watched him, I would have to stay well past when he fell asleep. That gave me plenty of opportunities to smell Holly’s shoes. It became quite the ritual for me. After I was sure that Connor was asleep, I would sneak into the room and begin smelling her shoes. Most times she had some stinky socks as well. I came load after load over that period, always making sure to leave no evidence of my exploits for Holly. I even stopped myself from licking the shoe soles, just as an extra precaution. New shoes began to pop up and some pairs began to take on odors. I felt like I could this forever. However, fall and the colder months came and with that the hot sweat. Less and less, Holly would go on her runs. By the time December rolled in, her shoes lost most of their stench and I began to have problems getting off from them, even her socks.

During all of this, Holly and I also became closer. She trusted me more and more and even began to talk about more personal stuff with me. I learned that her husband was a well respected surgeon and spent a lot of time at work. They had been happy together at first, but soon found themselves concentrating on their careers rather than their marriage. Holly had spent the most time with her son, calling in numerous times to take care of Connor while her husband worked. The last straw came when she learned that he was seeing another woman behind her back. Holly filed divorce and was given custody of Connor, with her husband getting visitation rights.

As we began to get closer, I started to wonder if indulging my fetish like this was right. My feelings for Holly still continued to grow, emotionally and sexually. I believe Holly began to notice too. However, she didn’t make any moves until one day after work.

It was December 23rd, and I had put Connor to bed three hours ago. Holly was running late tonight, but it didn’t matter to me. Die Hard was on, so I was content to just watch TV. The idea of jacking off to Holly’s shoes and socks didn’t really appeal to me at the time. I was tired of doing it.

I soon heard her pull into the driveway. It was snowing that night, so there was a fresh powder on the ground that I could hear the tires roll over. A minute later, Holly walked in and greeted me.

“Sorry I’m late Adam, lots of paperwork to do before my leave,” she explained. Holly was taking work off until the beginning of January.

“No problem, just hoping you were safe driving out there,” I replied, giving her a reassuring smile.

She returned the smile. “Oh no, the snow isn’t bad yet. Very beautiful right now.” Holly took over her coat and shoes and put them in her closet. I noticed her wearing bright red Christmas socks.

“Do you like them?”

I looked up. “Excuse me?”

“My socks,” Holly continued. “I see you checking out my new socks. Do you like them?”

I blushed slightly at being caught. “Yes, they are really cute.”

“I’ve been getting compliments about them all day,” she replied. “I thought they might be just a little bit dorky.”

“Oh no no, they aren’t dorky,” I reassured her. “When did you get them?”

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It’s Thursday evening, and I’m bent over in the kitchen, but it’s not what you think. It’s time for our weekly hormone shots, and my husband of thirty-one years has prepared our injections. He gives me an Estrogen shot in one ass-cheek and a Testosterone shot in the other. And now it’s time for him to bend over! He’s a bit jumpy and always tightens up for his Testosterone shot, so it stings, and with a slight yelp, we are done until next Thursday.

Why the shots? I am a very active seventy-six, and my husband is fifty-four, and the hormones turn me into a horny teenager and enable my husband to keep up with me. We are very much in love and have a very passionate sex life. Some might even say kinky.

My husband has put the injection supplies away, and I’m fixing supper while he watches the news. He is a hard-working man, and I’m his domestic Goddess! I bring our dinner to the living room on trays and settle in next to him on the love-seat. As usual, he finishes his dinner before me and starts surfing for porn on the PS4 that he supposedly bought for our grand-kids. We love watching porn together, and he knows what I like!

I’m getting more and more turned on by what we are watching, and I can hardly finish my plate. He knows how turned on I am as he reaches through the loose sleeve of my Caftan and starts gently rolling my hard nipple between his fingers, making me even wetter! Then he picks a video with a voluptuous milf getting her wet needy pussy eaten, and I lose all sense of my food as I start to crave his penis! He reluctantly lets go of my nipple as I get up and take the trays to the kitchen, where I take off my Domestic Goddess hat, and become his Mistress!

It’s time for him to clean up his desert! I smile at him from the hallway, and he lets his loose lounge pants fall to the floor as he stands and follows me into the bathroom. I point at the floor as I sit on the commode, and he quickly gets on his hands and knees. I spread my legs and let him watch me pee. I can see his penis growing, and because he has been a good boy, I let him lick off the last golden droplets. Then I climb into the tub and get on my hands and knees so he may clean me. He runs his hand over my toned round butt, then gently spreads and cleans my ass with the shower wand.

I watch his penis grow into eight inches of beautiful hard COCK as he cleans me. Then he puts down the wand, leans into the tub and begins to worship my ass hole with his tongue as he slides two fingers into my pussy and works my G-spot, hoping to make me squirt. I gasp with the pleasure of his konyaaltı escort bayan invading tongue and fingers, but I will not be that easy and push his head away as I move off his fingers and climb out of the tub. He begins drying off my feet and is working his way up when his eyes lock onto my erect nipples. I grab the back of his head, shove a nipple into his open mouth, and he greedily sucks and swirls it with his tongue, sending tingly shocks right to my pussy! He continues to dry me as I roughly pull him off my nipple and move him to the other, my pussy now on fire!

I pull him off my nipple as he finishes drying me, and gets to his feet. Then I grab his rock hard cock and drag his six-foot-two frame into the bedroom. I’m only four-foot-ten, and we are standing next to the bed when I pull him to me by his cock. I start to suck and run my tongue around one of his tiny nipples, then bite down hard, making his cock jump and grow even harder in my hand. I release his nipple and cock, climb onto the edge of the bed, get on my hands and knees, and present my awesome gym-toned ass to him. He kneels and runs his tongue over my clit, then up between my dripping wet pussy lips and starts to lick my ass. He is a wonderful multi-tasker and plays with my nipples and large engorged clit as he gently increases the pressure of his licking and probing until my ass opens up. Then he begins fucking me with his tongue.

I am moaning and feverish with desire as he pulls his tongue from my ass and stands behind me. He starts rubbing the purple head of his hard cock between my pussy lips and over my ass, lubricating it with his pre-cum and my juices. But it’s not time for him to insert his cock yet, and I only allow him to push against my tight puckered hole.

I feel his urgency and roll onto my back as he climbs over me, and we begin to kiss passionately. He brings two hands full of my triple D tits to our mouths, and we both suck my nipples into our sloppy tongue tangling kiss. But my pussy is getting the better of me, and I tightly grip his hair as I push his head down between my legs and grind, what is now my needy cunt, against his hungry mouth.

I hold his mouth over my clit as he sucks and works it with his tongue, then lift my hips and he eagerly drives his tongue deep into me, over and over, greedily lapping up my heavily flowing juices. I’m not ready to cum yet, but I need cock and demand that he fucks me! He lifts my legs as he moves into position and slides his hard veined cock into muratpaşa escort bayan my soaking wet cunt, then gives me several full strokes, pulling out each time, the way I like it! But he knows better than to cum without permission, and that Mistress may, or may not let him cum tonight.

I tell him to roll over on his back and straddle him, pinning his hard cock against his belly, and rub my hot wet lips and ass over the length of his cock. I know how badly he wants to slip it into my hot cunt and tight forbidden hole, but not so fast, my friend! I dismount and stand over his face rubbing my hard clit, and as he intently watches, I slip two fingers into my hot needy cunt and work my G-spot. I know how much the sound of a sloppy wet cunt getting fingered turns him on, and I pound until I squirt a little.

I tell him to stroke his hard cock and sternly warn him not to cum as I pull my glistening fingers from my cunt and bring them to his mouth. I allow him to greedily lick and suck my fingers clean, and he has to stop stroking and tightly grip the base of his cock. He knows I’m not finished with that beautiful hard cock yet, and if he cums without permission, he won’t get to cum again for a week!

I hover over his face as I let him come back from the edge, then lower to my knees and allow him to suck my dripping wet lips and clit deep into his greedy mouth. But he only gets a lick and a promise before I start to slowly slide down his chest, stopping to let him suck my tits for a moment. I slide down a little more, and he rubs his hard cock up and down my wet slit until I allow the tip into my hot wet cunt. I tell him to let go and plunge on his quivering cock. Then he lifts me by the shoulders into a sitting position and buries his cock deep in my cunt. His rock hard cock feels huge as he thrusts, again and again, making me moan and squirt!

He has a big happy grin on his face as I squirt on his cock, but I don’t want him to cum yet, and slide up his belly until his cock pops out and springs straight up. Then I slide back and rub my hot cunt and tight forbidden hole against his throbbing cock. He grips the base of his cock and rubs the tip against my ass as he squeezes out a big load of pre-cum and gently works the slippery fluid into my ass with his finger. Then he pushes the tip of his cock against my forbidden hole, and I push back until the ridge of his helmet pops through. I feel him tense, and I moan as a shudder of pleasure passes through me!

He holds still, allowing serik escort bayan my sphincter to relax, and I lean in and kiss him passionately as he tentatively pushes in a little further. Then he thrusts in another inch, and I moan into his mouth as the head of his cock grows, and our kiss deepens. I suck on his tongue as he slowly pulls back until the ridge of his helmet is against the inside of my tight forbidden hole. I know he’s on the edge as he thrusts again. Then I feel his body tense and his cock throb as pulses of warm cum pump into my ass! I shake from the pleasurable sensation as he grunts with little jerky thrusts until he is spent.

My husband has caught his breath and wobbles off to the bathroom to clean up as I playfully chide, “I didn’t give you permission to cum!” Then he glances over his shoulder with a sheepish grin, and I quip, “But I’ll let you slide, this time!” I know he cums much harder when he’s not supposed to, and he knows I love the feel of his big cock in my hot cunt and tight ass. I don’t fake orgasms like some of the girls in the porn videos. I can only cum with direct oral stimulation, and he knows I will be expecting an awesome orgasm when he returns.

I lay on my back with my throbbing clit protruding through my engorged lips, vibrating with anticipation as he returns with an ear to ear grin and dives on the bed. He grabs the back of my knees, lifting and spreading my legs as he buries his face in my hot needy cunt. I quickly transform from a mere human, into a being that is all hard nipples and hot cunt! The rest of my body no longer exists.

He loves dirty talk, and as he greedily sucks my hard clit and sopping wet lips into his mouth, I order him to, “Suck my little cock!” He sucks, laps and probes and worries my nipples with his fingers as I grasp the sheets and thrust madly against his mouth. When I get this hot, I feel an overwhelming need to have him in me, and I command him to, “Fuck me!” I know he is completely focused on me and doesn’t have a hard-on. But he knows what I really want as he slips two fingers into my needy cunt and vigorously works my G-spot. My legs begin to shake and quiver, and I’m making guttural sounds that don’t seem human as he pounds my G-spot and sucks my little cock until my orgasm overtakes me, and I scream, “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!”

I’m just a puddle of exhausted flesh as my breathing slows, and I slowly return to my human self. Finally, I’m able to wobble off to the bathroom to clean up and pee. When I return, my husband is sound asleep, and I slip into bed knowing I will only sleep until around three o’clock in the morning, then lay awake horny, wanting him to reach out and touch me. I know I should tell him to go back to sleep when he does. But then he starts lightly running his fingers over my already hard nipples, making me whimper and moan, and it’s ‘here we go again’ as he rolls toward me, and I bury his face in my tits.

And that’s how old people fuck!

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Well it is 1 am and she isn’t home yet, I bet she has been having a wonderful time. I have never met anybody that is as horny as my wife. She loves to cum and she knows that the way to a man’s heart is threw his cock. She learned to like the taste of cum back in high school when she use to suck the football team off on a Friday night. I met her one night at a circle jerk. She was taking the cum of 6 boys on her face, I was one of them boys; my cock was so hard I feel in love with her. While the other boys cum on her and left I stayed around and helped her clean up.

That was the first time I tasted cum, while she was looking the other way I slipped my fingers into my mouth and tasted the cum of all them boys. Me and her have been together ever since and we have had many circle jerks together. I am getting horny just thinking about it. Well I hear the car pulling into the garage. This should be a kinky experience I don’t know what to expect. She walks into the living room and tells me to get up and go into the bedroom. She strips her clothes off and I see cum running down her leg she lowers her panties and takes them off and wipes up the cum that is leaking out of her. She lay back on the bed and throws me her panties they suppose to be black but they are white with cum, you could wring cum out of them. I knew looking at them panties that she has been with more than konyaaltı escort 2 or 3 men. She told me to put the panties up and I could suck them out later. She said get over here and suck my pussy and I will tell you the story of what happen tonight.

I went down on her pussy and it looked well fucked her asshole had been well fucked to. I started out licking the cum around her asshole so it wouldn’t get on the bed I keep licking and sucking on her asshole and that would make her pussy tighten up and squirt more cum out of her cunt. After a while I had all the cum around her asshole clean and was at the bottom of her cunt licking up. She told me that it felt good having her pussy ate because she fucked 11 men tonight and each one of them cum at least twice.

They had closed the back of the bar and had my wife back they’re fucking and sucking like a whore. I had licked my way up to her clit it was sticking out like a small cock. I ask my wife if I could take a break my tongue was getting tired she said ok. I reached up and kissed my wife and she took my cum stained tongue into her mouth and tasted the cum I had been eating. I looked at her face and I seen cum in her hair. I said I thought you were only going to let the men cum in your ass or pussy? She said that she didn’t want to tell me how muratpaşa escort the cum got into her hair.

I said honey I don’t really care if you suck a cock or two just tell me about it. She said she had finished fucking all the men and at the end of the fuck party she went into the ladies room to freshen up a bit before coming home. As she was getting into her car a black man grabbed her and threw her in the back of a van. She said he jerked his cock out of his pants and stuck it between her lips and told her to suck it. It looked like a big black snake it had to have been at least 13″ long, he had his cock stuck threw his zipper and I had two hands around it and still had my mouth full. I couldn’t see his balls but as long as his cock was I knew that he was going to cum a huge amount. He started cumming and I couldn’t swallow all of it. It being cum out of a black man it tasted different and I had cum in my hair and all over my face. That was the first time I ever sucked cum out of a black man. I have eaten a lot of black pussy cum but that is another story.

I just stood there looking at my pretty wife and thinking how glad I am to have her back home save. I thanked her for my crème pie she brought me home. I took her into the shower and washed here up. She got out and douched her pussy serik escort and ass to get all the cum out of her. We fell asleep and woke up the next morning about 11 o clock someone was knocking on the front door my wife got up and answered the door it was the UPS man had a delivery she was standing there in front of him in a see thru nightie and she didn’t have any panties on.

She ask him if he would come in and set the package on the dining room table. When he turned around she had disrobed and had grabbed his crotch and was licking her lips. He started rubbing on her and playing with her tits. She had undone his pants and was pulling his cock out. She dropped down on her knees and inhaled his cock all at once. He got weak in the knees and started wobbling around. She jerked off his pants and told him that she needed fucking would he like to fuck her ass or her pussy.

He said that his wife wouldn’t let him fuck her ass so he would like to fuck mine. I told him he could but that my husband was in the other room and he wanted to lick my ass and get me wet. He froze when I entered the room, I told him not to worry about me I just wanted to watch my wife take his cock up her ass. I grabbed his cock and stuck it in my mouth I licked the head of it and guided it in to my wife’s ass, when he had his cock all the way in her pussy I sat back and watched.

I couldn’t do anything because I had a cock cage on. She fucked him for about 15 minutes then he filled my wife’s ass with cum, then he got dressed and left. I crawled over to my wife’s ass and sucked the love juice out of her ass. That is my breakfast in bed. I love my wife.

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To Be Continued…

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Julia 04

Bitte lest zuerst 1-3!

Mit wippender Lanze blickte Jan auf den schlanken Rücken der dunkelhaarigen Frau, der in einem kleinen knackigen Po endete, zwischen dem er die glattrasierten nassen Lustlippen sah. Darunter der gebräunte kräftige Schenkel von Sunny mit einer nassen Spur, die Julias Schoß darauf hinterlassen hatte. Julias kleine Brüste wurden noch immer von Sunnys unersättlichem Mund verwöhnt. Noch immer hatte Julia die Augen geschlossen, den Kopf in den Nacken gelegt.

So kniete sich nun Jan hinter Julia, spreizte ihre Schenkel und schob ihr seine heiße Lanze mit einem Stoß in ihre Lustmuschel. Laut schrie sie auf. Als sie versuchte, sich Jans Stößen zu entziehen, packte er hart ihre langen Haare, hielt sie daran fest. Julias Stöhnen wurde lauter, rhythmisch. Jan sah, wie feine Schweißperlen über ihren schlanken Rücken liefen, er hörte das nasse Klatschen, wenn Julias Körper auf die üppigen Formen der unter ihr liegenden Frau gestoßen wurde. Mit beiden Händen griff Julia in Sunnys dicke Brüste, als suche sie daran Halt. „Gib´s ihr, der kleinen Schlampe!” Zischte Sunny Jan an. Dabei griff sie energisch um Julias Hals, und zog sie an ihren Körper. Lüstern schob sie der jungen Frau ihre gierige Zunge in den keuchenden Mund. Die Brüste der beiden Frauen pressten sich aneinander. Bei jedem Stoß von Jan wurde Julia auf Sunny hin und her geschoben.

Da Jan nun seine Hände frei hatte, griff er in Julias knackige Pobacken, zog sie auseinander. Seine Daumen glitten um ihre Rosette. Immer lauter wurde das rhythmische Stöhnen der beiden Frauen. Nebenbei griff er in den Nachttisch und zog einen kleinen Analplug heraus. Statt seines Daumens drückte er nun den Silikon- Plug in Julias Rosette, sodass sie laut aufschrie. Doch durch die reichlichen Lustsäfte rutschte der kleine Plug rasch in die Tiefe.

„Es wird Zeit, dass ich Dich wirklich unterwerfe!” Zischte Sunny die junge Frau an. Dabei packte sie mühelos den schlanken Körper, warf ihn auf den Rücken und warf sich auf ihn. Jan konnte gerade noch seine Lanze aus Julias Lustmuschel ziehen, kniete nun neben den beiden Frauen. Herrisch griff Sunny nach Julias Handgelenken, spreizte deren Arme, hockte sich auf Julias schlanken Körper, rieb ihre nasse Lustmuschel über die kleinen Brüste mit den dicken Nippeln, schob ihre eigene Muschel zu Julias Mund und forderte sie somit auf, sie oral zu verwöhnen. Während dieser Ablenkung von Julia griff Sunny nach einem strap on, den sie sich anlegte. Damit sie selbst nicht zu kurz kam, bestand das Teil nicht nur aus dem wippenden furchterregenden Dildo für ihre Partnerin, sondern aus einem ebenso konyaalti escort bayan eindrucksvollen Gegenstück, dass sich Sunny jedoch problemlos in ihre Muschel drückte. Nachdem sie die Gurte strammgezogen hatte, rutschte Sunny zurück, sodass Julia erstmals die wippende Gummilanze vor Augen hatte. Ihre Augen wurden vor Furcht. Doch rasch hatte sich Sunny zwischen ihre gespreizten Beine gekniet, die Schenkel auseinandergedrückt und den langen Gummischwanz angesetzt. Erbarmungslos drückte sie das monströse Teil in Julias geschundene Lustmuschel, hinter Dir ja noch der Plug in der Rosette steckte. Schmerzlich schrie die junge Frau auf, während sich die Lanze in ihren Schoß bohrte. Schließlich begann Sunny mit rhythmischen Fickbewegungen.

Ihre fülligen Brüste pendelten über Julias Körper, der Schweiß tropfte von den dicken Nippeln auf den bleichen Körper der jungen Frau. Hilfesuchend krallte sich Julia in das Laken und sah sich nach Jan um. Doch dieser hatte sich aus einem anderen Schränkchen ein neues Spielzeug geholt. Damit kroch er rücklings hinter Sunny, zog deren volle Pobacken auseinander und drückte einen kleinen Vibrator in die Rosette. Nur leise stöhnte Sunny dabei auf, während der kleine Vibrator tiefer gedrückt wurde. Dann schob sich Jan an das Kopfende des Bettes, kniete sich über Julias Kopf und hielt Sunny seine dicke Lanze vor das Gesicht.

Über Julias Gesicht pendelte der glattrasierten Beutel von Jan, sie sah, wie er Sunnys Kopf packte, die dicke Lanze in den offenen Mund schob. In diesem Moment drückte er die Fernbedienung, die er in der Hand hielt. Selbst Sunny schrie nun — gedämpft durch Jans Schwanz. In ihrer Rosette begann der Vibrator in rhythmischem Summen zu agieren. Sunnys Stöße wurden schneller und passten sich dem Rhythmus des Vibrators an. Kleine Rinnsale liefen über ihren Rücken, ihr Dekolleté, Ihre vollen Brüste und tropften von hier auf Julias Körper. Diese griff nach Jans baumelnden Sack, zog ihn, schloss ihre Finger um die Wurzel seines Schafts. Abwechselnd griff sie auch nach Sunnys pendelnden Brüsten, kniff die Nippel, zog daran.

Jan fühlte, wie der Saft in ihm brodelte und aufzusteigen begann. Sunny hatte schon längst lauthals ihre Lust herausgestöhnt, doch er hatte unerbittlich den Vibrator laufen lassen, nur einen anderen Rhythmus gewählt. Nun zuckte das elektrische Gerät unkontrolliert und ohne System in Sunnys Rosette. Zwischen Jans Schenkeln stöhnte Julia hektischer. Jan ließ sich tiefer sinken, sodass Julia seinen Beutel in den Mund nehmen konnte und Sunny auf ihr lag. Weiter fickte muratpasa escort bayan er Sunnys Mund, um kurz darauf mehrere Schübe seiner heißen Sahne hinein zu jagen. Einiges lief Sunny aus den Mundwinkeln und tropfte auf Julias Körper.

Erschöpft ließ sich Sunny nun auf Julia sinken, entließ Jans Schwanz aus ihrem Mund und glitt auf einem Film aus Schweiß und Sahne auf dem Körper der jungen Frau hin und her. Jan schaltete den summenden Vibrator in Sunnys Po aus, hockte sich so hinter Julias Kopf, dass dieser zwischen seinen gespreizten Schenkeln lag. Die dunklen Locken breiteten sich auf seinen Oberschenkeln aus, klebten zum Teil an dem noch immer kräftigen, zuckenden Schwanz. Sunny hatte ihren erhitzten Körper auf Julia liegen, ihr Kopf war an deren Hals gebettet, wo sie verträumt die Kuhle leckte, nebenbei mit der einen freiliegenden Brust spielte und den dicken Nippel rieb. Ihre eigenen vollen Brüste quollen zwischen den Körpern hervor. Der Dildo steckte noch immer in Julias Muschel, das Gegenstück in Sunnys Schoß. Julia hatte dementsprechend ihre Beine noch weit gespreizt, um Sunnys Körper geschlungen. Sie griff mit einer Hand nach Jans Schwanz neben ihrem Gesicht, streichelte ihn sanft. Ihr Finger strich über die pralle Spitze, verrieb die dort auftretenden Tröpfchen. Dann drehte sie ihren Kopf, sodass sie mit ihrer Zunge die Spitze erreichen konnte und leckte die Lusttröpfchen ab. Dabei begann sie, trotzdem Sunny auf ihr lag, mit dem Becken leicht zu kreisen. Ihre Augen blitzten, als sie Jan dabei von unten ansah.

Sunny stöhnte, als diese Bewegungen begannen und ihren Schoß reizten. Noch immer hatte sie den Vibrator in ihren Po stecken. Andererseits geilte es sie auf, zu sehen, wie Jans Lanze geleckt wurde, wie hart Julias Nippel auf den kleinen weichen Brüsten waren und wie ihr eigener Schoß schon wieder zu brodeln begann. Außerdem verbot es ihr Stolz, vor der jungen Frau, die Jan und sie eigentlich dominieren wollten, Schwäche zu zeigen. Also ergriff sie die Initiative „reite meinen Schwanz! Ich will Deine Titten und Nippel über mir wippen sehen!” Wies sie Julia an. Damit drehte sie sich auf den Rücken und riss Julia problemlos mit.

Julia saß plötzlich auf Sunnys Schoß. Der dicke Gummischwanz spießte sie auf, sie begann, ihn erst langsam, dann immer heftiger zu reiten. Ihre langen Locken flogen wild um ihren Kopf, ihre kleinen Brüste hingen von ihrem schlanken Körper, wippten rhythmisch, die dicken Nippel standen geil ab. Sie stützte sich dabei zum Teil auf Sunnys vollen Brüsten ab, zum Teil stützte sie sich serik escort bayan nach hinten, hielt inne, schob ihr Becken langsam vor und zurück. Jan hatte den Vibrator über die Fernbedienung wieder angestellt, so dass es in Sunnys Po wieder summte, die Vibrationen sich auch auf Julia übertrugen. Er stellte sich nun breitbeinig über Sunny, nahm seine harte Lanze in die Hand und begann zu wichsen. Mit großen Augen betrachtete die beiden Frauen sein Tun. Julias Ritt wurde schneller, ihr Stöhnen hektischer. Aus Sunnys Mund drangen kurze Lustschreie. Schweiß floss über die Körper der beiden Frauen. Dick, dunkelrot und zuckend lag die Lanze in Jans reibender Hand. Auch er begann nun zu stöhnen. Fast zeitgleich mit dem schmerzlichen Aufschrei zuerst von Sunny, dann von Julia spritzte er seine heiße Ladung auf die beiden Frauen. Die Sahne traf Julia auf ihren Brüsten, von denen sie abtropfte auf den Bauch und auf Sunny. Julia verschrieb den Saft auf Sunnys Brüsten, um ihn gleich darauf von dort wieder lustvoll abzulecken. Ihre eigenen Brüste drückte sie Sunny an den Mund, damit auch diese die Sahne dort abzulecken konnte.

Jan hatte den Vibrator in Sunnys Po abgestellt. Sie lächelte ihn dankbar an. „Jetzt erst mal Schluss! Alles raus aus meinem Schoß!” Stöhnte sie. Damit schob sie Julia von sich, so dass der dicke Gummischwanz aus Julias Muschel ploppte, löste den Gurt des strap on und zog sich den Doppel Dildo aus ihrer eigenen Muschel. Dann zog sie die Beine extrem ihren Körper, sodass sich ihr Becken hob. „Zieh ihn endlich raus!” Herrschte sie Julia an. Diese griff nun nach dem Vibrator, der in Sunny Rosette zu sehen war und zog ihn langsam, unter einem langen Aufschrei von Sunny, heraus. Jan hatte inzwischen die Gläser nochmals vollgeschenkt und reichte sie den beiden Frauen „ich denke, ihr haben uns eine kleine Erfrischung verdient!”

Matt griff Sunny nach dem Glas und lehrte es in einem Zug. „Ihr habt mich ganz schön fertig gemacht!” Stöhnte sie. Jan lächelte Julia an „das ist auch das Verdienst unserer Schülerin! Ich denke, wir können stolz auf sie sein! Was haltet ihr davon, wenn wir uns ausruhen und dann gemeinsam essen gehen?” Voll Freude stimmten die beiden Frauen zu, sodass Jan sich nun zwischen sie legte und ihre Körper an sich zog. Sunny drückte ihre üppigen Formen an Jans Seite, sein Arm war um ihre Schultern gelegt, seine Hand lag auf einer Brust. Sie hatte ihrem Bein über Jans Bein gelegt, somit seine Schenkel gespreizt. Jan fühlte die teilrasierte nasse Muschel an seinem Oberschenkel. Auf der anderen Seite fühlte er Julias schlanken Körper, hatte deren kleine Brust in der anderen Hand, spürte einen dicken Nippel an seinen Brustkorb drücken und fühlte auch Julias Becken an seinem Schenkel.

Steil ragte sein Schwanz nun wieder zwischen den beiden Frauen empor. Kurz darauf hörte er den gleichmäßigen Atem der beiden Frauen, der ihm anzeigte, dass sie eingeschlafen waren. Er selbst fand nicht zur Ruhe sondern betrachtete die beiden so unterschiedlichen Körper.

Fortsetzung folgt

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Schneewittchen und der Prinz

Oder: Was nach dem Kuss geschah…

Der Prinz hatte Schneewittchen also wachgeküsst.

Die Zwerge freuten sich natürlich fast ein zweites Loch in den Arsch, dass sie aus dem (selbstverschuldeten) Drogenkoma raus war. (Warum kaufte sie ihren Stoff auch bei Christel Mess, der Königin der Drogenpanscher!) Aber nachdem sie jetzt endlich wieder wach war, konnte das Leben im Zwergenhaus nun wohl wieder seinen geregelten Gang gehen! Die Glorreichen Sieben hatten nämlich inzwischen alle ziemlich dicke Eier. (Zwar hatte jeder von ihnen des öfteren, natürlich peinlichst vor den Kumpels verborgene, nächtliche Besuche im Sarg ihrer Mitbewohnerin getätigt. Ihr Samenstau war allerdings auch dadurch nicht sonderlich gemildert worden.) Ausserdem hatte sich vor der Waschmaschine ein Riesenberg Wäsche angesammelt. Und das Geschirr war auch schon lange nicht mehr gespült worden…

Somit waren sie über den Umstand nicht gerade begeistert, dass Schneewittchen ausziehen und den Prinzen ehelichen wollte. Schliesslich verloren sie damit eine wirklich hervorragende Hauswirtschafterin, die jedem von ihnen, mehr als einmal, mit ihren Schneehändchen das Hämmerchen geschruppt und mit ihrem Schneemündchen den Staub vom Zipfelchen geblasen hatte. Ganz zu schweigen davon, dass sie ihnen reihum die Bettchen gewärmt hatte. (Von den Fickroulettes, die sie, während die geile Maus auf einer drehbaren Tischplatte lag, jeden Samstagabend gespielt hatten, mal ganz zu schweigen!)

Nachdem Schneewittchen dann, schon am nächsten Tag, Knall auf Fall das Haus verlassen hatte, wollten die Zwerge in ihre Lieblingskneipe, um bei ein, zwei (Dutzend) Kräuterschnäpsen zu überlegen, was nun zu tun war. Die Pinte gehörte der alten Hag Shigelle und hiess “Zum Pfefferkuchenhaus”. (Essen sollte man dort besser nichts, denn das Fleisch, welches die Wirtin auftischte, stammte aus ziemlich zweifelhaften Quellen.) Allerdings hatte die Kaschemme wegen eines Brandschadens geschlossen. Wie die Jungs vom anwesenden Jägermeister erfuhren, war das so gekommen:

Hag hatte aus purem Mitleid ein umherstreunendes Geschwisterpaar bei sich aufgenommen. Doch anstatt ihr dankbar zu sein, hatten die kleinen Ratten ihr bald darauf erst die Bude unter dem Hintern angezündet (Was die Alte ins Krankenhaus brachte.) und waren dann mit der Kasse getürmt. (Obendrein hatte es auch noch anonyme Anzeigen bei Gesundheitsamt, Ordnungsamt und der Polizei gegeben…)

Einerseits betrübt, dass sie nichts zu trinken bekamen, andererseits froh, dass es anderen Leuten viel schlechter ging als ihnen, kehrten die Kumpane um und schlachteten zuhause das letzte Fass Bier. (Welches sie wohlweislich vor dem Prinzen versteckt hatten.) Bei diesem Umtrunk sichteten sie die Möglichkeiten, so schnell wie irgend möglich, wieder was zum Bumsen vor das Rohr zu bekommen.

Denn natürlich hatte der Märchenwald noch mehr weibliche Bewohner, von denen sich einige gern mal zu dem einen oder anderen gemütlichen Fick bereit erklärten.

Zum Beispiel die aufstrebende Rapperin aus dem Turm zwei Lichtungen weiter. Leider hatte sie eine Vermieterin, die ständig und zu den unmöglichsten Zeiten die Haustür abschloss, so dass man Punze L.`s Bude meistens nur durch ein Fenster im ersten Stock erreichen konnte. Keine leichte Aufgabe für einen Zwerg! Mal ganz davon abgesehen, dass sie einen solchen Busch zwischen den Beinen hatte, dass man kaum die Möse fand! (Resultat eines Besuchs, den einer der Zwerge dort früher mal machte: Muskelkater vom Klettern, klingelnde Ohren von Gekeife der Vermieterin, weil die Blumen unter Rap-Punze L.´s Fenster zertrampelt waren und eine ganze Kolonie Sackratten…)

Oder die Rothaarige, die öfter mal den Waldweg runterkam, um ihre Oma zu besuchen. Nettes Kind, vielleicht ein wenig jung, doch einem Abenteuer nicht gerade abgeneigt. Der Haken bei der Sache war, auf die hatten gleich zwei Typen ein Auge geworfen. Der eine war ein Wolf mit Hang zur Travestie. (OK, mit dem Spinner war fertig zu werden…) Aber der konyaalti escort andere war ein furchtbar eifersüchtiger Jäger, welcher sogar in der Gegend rumballerte, wenn man der Kleinen zu nahe trat. Irgendwann würde es bestimmt Tote geben, das war jedem im Märchenwald klar. (Und der Erste, der sich eine Kugel in den Rücken einfing, nur weil er in der Hoffnung auf einen Quickie ein bisschen flirtete, wollte keiner der Zwerge sein…)

Als weitere Option war da schlussendlich noch ein echt hübsches Mädel, das ab und zu mal nachts leicht bekleidet im Wald spazierenging. Der mussten allerdings schon etliche Goldstücke zufliegen, bevor sie endlich mal ihr Hemdchen hob. Ehrlich gesagt: DAS Geld sparten die Zwerge lieber. (Für ihren eigenen Swingerclub, den sie später mal aufmachen wollten…)

Ausserdem war keine von den bisher Genannten bereit, sich auf einen Gang-Bang mit gleich SIEBEN Typen einzulassen…

Gut, dafür gab es zwar auch eine Kandidatin.

Genauer gesagt, die “Prinzessin” aus dem Schloss am Waldrand, die alles, aber auch wirklich ALLES! mit sich machen liess. Und das hörte sich so gesehen erst einmal wirklich super an. Nur sah ihre Kemenate aus, als wäre dort seit Urzeiten nicht geputzt und aufgeräumt worden, ständig trat man auf vollgewichste Pariser, nein, auch ihre Bettwäsche hatte die Schlampe anscheinend jahrelang nicht gewechselt. Geschweige denn, dass sie sich selbst irgendwann mal gewaschen hätte! Ausserdem lag sie beim Bumsen da wie eine Tote und verzog nicht mal bei einem Faustfick in den Arsch eine Miene. (Zu allem Überfluss war die gesamte Umgebung um das Schloss auch noch so von Rosenhecken zugewuchert, dass man sich, selbst wenn man vorsichtig war, schon auf dem Hinweg die Kleidung zerriss…)

Alles in allem waren die Möglichkeiten für Zwerge mit drohendem Samenkoller also ziemlich rar gesät. Unseren einsamen Helden blieb daher vorerst nichts anderes übrig, als ihre alte Bekanntschaft mit Fräulein Faust zu erneuern. (Und nach und nach bemerkten sie, dass es auch sein Gutes hatte, dass Schneewittchen ausgezogen war. Der Kühlschrank war nicht ständig leergefressen und die Vorräte an Alkoholika reichten nun auch sehr viel länger!)

Zu ihrem Glück zog dann bald darauf, ganz in der Nähe, eine alleinerziehende Mutter ein. Gerüchteweise hatte sie zwar etwas mit dem Verschwinden eines wegen Einbruch und Stalking vorbestraften Stimmenimitators zu tun. Das interessierte die Zwerge jedoch nicht.

Für die war wichtiger, dass sie SIEBEN! äusserst hübsche und sympathische, sprich notgeile, Töchter hatte! Diese hatten ein Lieblingsspiel, welches sie den Zwergen schnell beibrachten. Und das funktionierte so:

Die Mädels versteckten sich an ungewöhnlichen Orten. Und wenn einer der Jungs, egal welcher, eine von ihnen, gleichgültig welche, fand, liess diese sich dann von ihm zur Belohnung richtig einen verstecken. Doch der Umstand, dass die Mädels bald in andere Umstände kamen, liess sich dann leider irgendwann nicht mehr verstecken. Also wurde eine Gruppenhochzeit (Sprich Orgie…) gefeiert. (Aus diesen Verbindungen resultiert übrigens, dass die heutigen Ziegen Bärte haben…)

Aber ich schweife ab! Diese Geschehnisse lagen schliesslich noch in der Zukunft. Zurück zum eigentlichen Thema…

Nachdem die ganze Aufregung sich etwas gelegt und alle Zwerge sich überzeugt hatten, dass es Schneewittchen auch wirklich gut ging, ergriff das Paar die erste sich bietende Gelegenheit, sich auf das unter dem Dach liegende Zimmer des Mädchens zurückzuziehen.

Die sieben Bergleute konnten sich natürlich denken, was dort oben gleich abgehen würde. Bei den verliebten Blicken, welche die Kleine mit dem Adelsspross ausgetauscht hatte! Daher beschlossen sie noch einen letzten Blick auf ihre bald scheidende Mitbewohnerin zu werfen.

Natürlich war das bei ihrem kleinen Häuschen nicht gerade einfach. (Die in Schneewittchens Schlafzimmer, sowie im Bad, versteckten Kameras hatten nämlich muratpasa escort inzwischen, mangels Wartung, leider den Geist aufgegeben…)

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Heute war Sonntag und es schien ein wunderbarer warmer Sommertag zu werden. Ich war wie üblich um 7 Uhr morgens aufgestanden und hatte erstmal in Ruhe gefrühstückt. Nun suchte ich mir meine Trainingssachen zusammensuchen um 2-3 Stunden mit meinem Moutainbike durch den Wald sausen. Gleichzeitig dachte ich wäre heute auch ein geeigneter Tag um mir etwas Kick zu besorgen. Morgens um die Uhrzeit war man im Wald in der Regel immer schön allein da die meisten Leute noch in Ihren Betten liegen und schlafen. Natürlich bestand trotzdem die Gefahr erwischt zu werden, aber das war genau die Stufe Risiko die ich mit mir selbst vereinbaren konnte.

Ich ging also zu meinem Kleiderschrank und suchte mir die knappestes Trainingkleidung heraus die ich besass. Dabei handelte es sich um eine Triathlonkombi, bestehend aus äußerst kurzen schwarzen Shorts und einem hautengen bauchfreien Top. Diese Klamotten hatte ich mir ursprünglich geholt um etwas mehr braune Haut beim Fahrradfahren zu bekommen. Die normalen Fahrradklamotten die ich besitze haben recht lange Hosenbeine und Armlängen und dementsprechend werde ich damit an Armen und Beinen nur rechts eingeschränkt braun. Am Anfang traute ich mich nicht so richtig die Triathlonsachen anzuziehen das sie sehr dünn waren und keinerlei Innenfutter haben. Da man ja mit den Sachen auch schwimmen soll sind diese nartürlich anders gearbeitet.

Als ich die Sachen gefunden habe ziehe ich mich aus und suche mir bereits meine Wäsche zusammen die ich nach dem Sport und Dusche anziehen werde. Dann ziehe ich mir natürlich ohne Unterwäsche die Shorts an. Ich ziehe sie so hoch das sich meine Schamhügel deutlich abzeichnen und die Hose hinten in meiner Ritze verschwand. Jetzt ziehe ich die Hose wieder runter so das sie normal sitzt, ich muss ja schließlich erstmal 2km bis in den Wald durch mein Dorf fahren. Ich zog mir das Top über, es war schulterfrei und meine wohlgeformten normal grossen Brüste sprangen vorne direkt heraus. Das Top hatte in der Front einen Reisverschluss den ich wenn mir beim fahren heiss wurde bis fast ganz unten öffnen konnte. So würde ich quasi barbusig durch die Gegend fahren da der Fahrtwind die beiden Teile nach links und rechts aufblasen würde. Nun schloß ich aber natürlich den Reissverschluss und zog mir meine Fahrradschuhe, Handschuhe und Helm an.

Ich schnappte mir eine Flasche mit Isotonischem Durstlöscher aus meinem Kühlschrank, ging raus zur Garage nahm mein Fahrrad und fuhr los. Es war wie immer herrlich, morgens war es noch angenehm temperiert und alles wirkte total verschlafen. Ich hatte das Gefühl das ich der Einzigste Mensch war der schon unterwegs ist. Ich dachte mir was das Leben doch toll ist und was die Anderen die jetzt schlafend in Ihren Betten liegen doch verpassen. Nun hatte ich den Ortsausgang erreicht und dachte mir das ich langsam mit der Show anfangen konnte. Ich ziehe erst mit der einen dann mit der anderen Hand meine Shorts so weit es geht nach oben, so das die Hose mehr zeigte als verbarg. Jetzt öffnete ich den Reissverschluss meines Tops soweit das meine Brüste gerade noch als anständig bedeckt durchgehen würden. Die Strasse führte in den Wald hinein, links und rechts waren nur noch Bäume und Büsche. Die Strasse war Kerzengerade und ich konnte fast bis zum Horizont sehen ob jemand von vorne kam. Das war allerdings sehr unwahrscheinlich da die Strasse nach ca. 2km im Wald an einem Restaurant endete und dort nur ein Parkplatz zum wenden war. Allerdings konnte jederzeit jemand von hinten kommen oder aus den Waldwegen links und rechts. Da ich Voraus niemanden sehen konnte drehte ich mich nochmals kurz um schaute ob hintermir die Luft rein ist und zog den Reissverschluss so tief ich nur konnte. Meine Brüste suchten sich sofort den Weg in die Freiheit und der kühle Morgenwind erfrischte meinen Körper.

Damit hatte ich den Anfang gemacht und die Fahrt hatte sich auf jedenfall schon mal gelohnt. Nach einem weiteren Kilometer bog ich links in den Wald ab, schließlich fahre ich ja Mountainbike und nur im Wald ist man so richtig allein. Nachdem ich in den Waldweg eingebogen bin schiebe und konyaaltı escort bayan drehe ich meine Short so zurecht das auch meine Schamlippen den frischen Morgenwind geniessen können. So fahre ich jetzt weiter in Wald hinein, hochkonzentriert nach vorne schauend immer bereit meine Kleidung sofort zurechtzurücken sobald ich Jemanden entdeckte. Von hinten brauchte ich ja nicht so aufmerksam zu sein da ich von hinten noch als sittlich gekleidet durchgehen müsste.

Nachdem ich eine halbe Stunde so in den Wald hineingefahren war, hatte ich jetzt das Gefühl mein Tagespensum an Training sei erreicht. Ich fühlte mich warm und war schon ganz schön verschwitzt, ich entschied mich in einen Singletrail abzubiegen und so tiefer in den Wald einzudringen. Das hatte den Vorteil das ich nicht mehr wirklich schnell fahren konnte dafür aber um so geschicklicher fahren musste, das trainierte weniger die Beine und den Taillienbereich sondern den Oberkörper mitsamt Armmuskulatur. Außerdem brauchte ich jetzt auch nicht mehr mit Fußgängern oder Sonntagsspazierfahrern zu rechnen.

Ich fuhr so zirka 5 Minuten über Wurzeln und Hügel und hielt an. Den normalen Waldweg konnte ich von hier aus nicht mehr sehen. Ich entschied das jetzt der richtige Zeitpunkt für den nächsten Schritt gekommen sei. Ich lehnte mein Rad gegen einen Baum und zog so rasch ich konnte meine Shorts aus, ich knüllte sie zusammen und steckte sie in eine der Rückentaschen meines Tops. Ich sprang sofort, untenrum entblösst auf mein Rad und nahm wieder Fahrt auf.

Das war jetzt richtig erregend, meine Schamlippen wurden feucht und glitten über den Sattel, mir ging durch den Kopf das ich diesen nach der Fahrt lieber mal gründlich reinigen sollte. Ich war in den ersten Minuten sowas von erregt und hochkonzentriert. Ich späte in alle Richtungen um rechtzeitig sich nähernde Gefahren zu erkennen. Ich drehte mich auch immer wieder um, damit ich keine Gefahr von hinten übersah.

Nun war ich ca. 10 Minuten so über den Singletrail gefahren und hielt an, ich wusste das der Singletrail in 50 Metern einen Waldweg kreuzte. Sollte ich es riskieren diesen so zu kreuzen? Ich entschied mich dafür es zu wagen, bisher hatte ja alles gut geklappt und mir war noch nicht eine einzige Person im Wald begegnet. Ich stieg wieder auf und fuhr langsam auf den Weg zu. Dabei starrte ich nach links und rechts durch die Bäume und versuchte zu erkennen ob sich auf dem Waldweg etwas bewegte. Ich stiess auf den Weg hinaus und sah nochmals nach links und rechts, die Luft war rein und ich entspannte mich. Links war nichts zu erkennen und Rechts sah ich in vielleicht 300m einen Fußgänger in die mir abgewandte Richtung ging. Ich entschloß mich die Situation auszukosten und stieg vom Fahrrad ab. Ich lehnte mich auf den Sattel und schaute den Weg entlang dem Fußgänger hinterher. Die Sonne war mittlerweile stärker geworden und ich spürte einige Sonnenstrahlen auf meinem blanken Hintern. Ich spürte wie eine meiner Brüste den Fahrradsattel streifte und fühlte mich plötzlich äussert erregt. Ich zog meine Flasche mit dem Durstlöscher aus dem Halter und trank einen Schluck. Dabei fielen ein zwei Tropfen herab, diese liefen jetzt über meine Brust nach unten. Das fühlte sich gut an und ich liess absichtlich noch einen Schwall Flüssigkeit aus der Flasche über mich ergehen. Es fühlte sich toll an wie die Flüssigkeit meinen nackten Bauch herunterran. Plötzlich wurde mir wieder bewusst das ich ziemlich entblösst auf einem Waldweg stehe, ich drehe mich in alle Richtungen um und fahre weiter den Singletrail entlang.

Jetzt dachte ich mir, kann ich mich auch ganz ausziehen. Ich hielt an und zog mein Top aus. Aber wohin damit? Beim Fahrrad fahren brauchte ich beide Hände und Taschen hatte weder ich noch mein Fahrrad. Ich entschied mich dafür mein Top in den Flaschenhalter zu quetschen und dann die Flasche obendrauf zu drücken. Dabei passte ich auf das ich das Top so faltete das meine Shorts die ja in einer der Rückentaschen des Tops steckten nicht verloren gehen konnte. Ich dachte das wäre doch so ziemlich das schlimmste was passieren konnte wenn ich jetzt von den beiden Sachen auch nur eins verlieren würde.

Beim weiteren fahren passte ich sorgfälltig auf das meine Kleidung nicht verloren ging. Trotzdem genoss ich auch die Situation, ich eine gut gebaute Frau im besten Alter, völlig verschwitzt splitterfasernackt im Wald. Die Vögel zwitscherten, Sonnestrahlen fielen durch die Baumwipfel es war einfach herrlich, was konnte es besseres geben?

Nun wusste ich kam ich so langsam an das Ende des Singlerails. Dieser würde dort auf einen Waldweg treffen der normalerweise ganz gut befahren ist. Diesen musste ich auch entlang fahren um wieder auf die Landstrasse und von dort nach Hause zukommen. Es war mittlerweile sicher schon so um die 10Uhr, und es könnte sich schon der ein oder andere auf dem Weg befinden. Gleichzeitig wollte ich aber unbedingt weiter nackt bleiben, es füllte sich einfach zu gut an. Wie unter Hypnose fuhr ich trotz der drohenden Gefahr immer weiter auf den Waldweg muratpaşa escort bayan zu. Ich späte zwanghaft nach links und rechts um durch die Baumreihen etwas auf dem Weg erkennen zu können. Jetzt war ich nur noch 3 bis 4 Meter vom Waldausgang entfernt, sollte jemand in den Singletrail hineinschauen würde er mich zwangsläufig entdecken. Ich hielt an und stieg vom Rad ab. Sollte ich?

Ich schob mein Rad langsam weiter, ich war verrückt. Ich stellte das Rad ab und ging zu Fuss die letzten 2 Meter und spähte halb hinter einem Baum versteckt nach links und rechts den Weg entlang. Er war frei, niemand zu sehen. Sollte ich versuchen nackt den Weg bis zur Landstrasse weiterzufahren? Wenn ich aufpasse würde ich die Leute rechzeitig erkennen und könnte sofort in den Wald springen und mich anziehen.

Ich entschied mich dafür, ich schnappte mir schnell mein Rad sprang darauf und fuhr auf den Weg hinaus. Du bist nackt schoss es mir durch den Kopf, du bist krank und verrückt kam mir in den Sinn. Nachdem ich 300 Meter gefahren war konnte ich in ca. 700m die Landstrasse sehen. Der Weg war frei. Wie weit sollte ich noch fahren? Ich drehte mich um um sicherzugehen das auch von hinten die Luft rein ist. Sie war es.

Ich entspannte mich und schaute wieder nach vorne. Doch was war das? Ein Fahrradfahrer war soeben von der Landstrasse auf den Waldweg eingebogen und kam direkt auf mich zu. Ich zog sofort mein Fahrrad herum und steuerte auf den Wald zu. Noch konnte er nicht erkannt haben wie ich gekleidet bzw. nicht gekleidet war.

Als ich über den Rand des Waldweges fuhr kam ich ins straucheln. Nachdem es am Rand ca. 30 Zentimeter aufwärtsging, ging es danach sofort ca. 1m abwärts. Ich verlor die Kontrolle und stürzte nackt wie ich war mit meinem Fahrrad auf den Waldboden. Ich versuchte sofort wieder aufzustehen hatte mich dabei aber in den Bremszügen der Vorderrad und Hinterradbremse verhedert. Ich kam nicht hoch, wie weit mochte wohl der Radfahrer schon gekommen sein? Ich blieb ruhig liegen. Wenn der Radfahrer meine Nackheit nicht bemerkt hatte und mich für einen normalen Mountainbiker hielt würde es vermutlich denken ich wäre schon längst tief im Wald verschwunden. Er konnte mich wenn er normal vorbeifuhr nicht sehen, dafür lag ich zu tief. Ich konnte den Radweg von hier unten ja auch nicht mehr sehen.

Ich schaute mir kurz meine Situation an, da lag ich nun nackt, verschwitz, dreckig und zerkratzt. Dann schaute ich wieder auf und lauschte. Ich konnte hören wie der Radfahrer sich näherte, dann sah ich ihn, und war entsetzt. Ich konnte seinen Kopf sehen, es war ein gut aussehender Mann so um die 40 Jahre alt. Aber was mich entsetzte war das wenn ich Ihn sehen konnte er auch mich sehen konnte. Ich betete das er nicht zu mir rüber in den Wald schaute. Die Zeit verging immer langsamer und mein Puls pochte mir in den Ohren.

Dann war er vorbei, er hatte mich nicht entdeckt! Ich blieb noch ein paar Sekunden liegen und machte mich dann daran mich aus meiner peinlichen Situation zu befreien. Nachdem ich mich aus den Bremszügen entfesselt hatte stellte ich mich auf und blickte den Waldweg entlang. Die Luft war wieder rein. Ich entspannte mich und dachte was ich nur für ein Glück gehabt hatte. Ich endschied mich das es genug für einen Tag war, ich wollte mich nur noch anziehen und wieder zurück nach Hause und duschen. Diese Dusche würde ich dann dafür benutzten um meine innere Erregung abzubauen.

Ich bückte mich zu meinem Rad und stellte es auf, ich griff zum Flaschenhalter aber was war das? Er war leer, wo war meine Trinkflasche hin, und wo meine Kleidung? Panik stieg in mir auf, ich bin mir sicher das sie vor meinem kleinen Unfall noch da war. Beides musste hier auf dem Waldboden liegen. Ich ermahnte mich ruhig zu bleiben meine Sachen mussten ja hier liegen, sie konnten sich ja nicht in Luft auflösen. Ich beobachte den Waldboden rund um den Ort wo ich gelegen hatte, vergeblich. Ich begann meinen Suchradius ein klein wenig zu erweitern obwohl ich mir eigentlich sicher war das die Sachen in die Richtung nicht gefallen sein konnten.

Plötzlich hörte ich wieder das typische Geräusch von Fahrradreifen auf unbefestigtem Waldboden und erschrak. Ich warf mich blindlinks flach auf den Waldboden um nicht entdeckt zu werden. Ich schaute aus den Augenwinkeln zum Waldweg und sah eine ältere Frau auf einem Fahrrad vorbei fahren. Jetzt wo die Gefahr vorbei war merkte ich schmerzhaft das ich zum teil auf einem Brombeerbusch lag. Ich stellte fest das mein linker Arm einige Kratzer abbekommen hatte und auch auf der unteren Hälfte meiner linken Brust waren einige blutige Einstiche zu erkennen. Ich erinnerte mich wieder an meine peinliche Situation und das ich meine Sachen suchte. Ich stand auf und ging Richtung Waldweg um dort zu suchen. Als ich am Rand stand sah ich sofort das meine Trinkflasche mitten auf dem Weg lag. Das war gut, meine Sachen konnten nicht weit weg sein. Beides musste aus dem Halter geflogen sein indem Moment wo ich wild über den Rand in den Wald hineingestürzt war. Ich liess serik escort bayan meinen Blick kurz wandern und sah mein Top ca. 70cm vom Rand entfernt am Wegesrand liegen. Erleichterung machte sich in mir breit.

Ich schaute nochmals nach links und rechts ob die Luft rein wahr rante auf den Weg und hob meine Sachen auf und ging wieder in den Wald zu meinem Rad zurück. Jetzt wo ich mich wieder sicher fühlte merkte ich wie sehr mich die ganze Situation erregt hatte. Ich legte mich mit dem Rücken flach auf den Waldboden und schaute durch wie Baumwipfel in den Himmel. Was wäre gewesen wenn ich meine Sachen nicht wieder bekommen hätte? Was hätte ich getan? Irgendwie fand ich den Gedanken äußerst erregend, ich merkte wie allein beim dem Gedanken sich meine Brustwarzen fast schmerzhaft verhärteten. Ich beschloß einfach mal auszuprobieren was wäre wenn. Wie weit könnte ich mich unbemerkt nackt bis zu meiner Wohnung vorarbeiten?

Ich späte vorsichtig auf den Weg hinaus und da nichts kam schob ich mein Rad auf den Weg hinaus verstaute meine Sachen wie vorher in der Halterung der Trinkflasche und fuhr nackt wie ich war zurück Richtung Singletrail. Ich würde versuchen über die verschiedensten Singletrails die ich kannte zu fahren, so sollte es mir gelingen zumindest bis an den Rand des Waldes nackt bleiben zu können. Ja das war prickelnd, ich schaute nach hinten und sah das gerade drei Fahrradfahrer auf den Weg einbogen. Auf diese Entfernung sollten sie aber nichts erkennen können, ich könnte ja auch beige Kleidung tragen. Ich definierte diese Gefahr als nicht relevant und späte lieber weiter konzentriert nach vorne.

Noch ca. 50m bis zum Singletrail, was würde ich machen wenn genau jetzt jemand aus diesem herauskam? Würde ich trotzdem hineinfahren, nein. Ich endschied mich innerlich in diesem Fall Gas zu geben und so schnell ich konnte geradeaus über den Waldweg zu fahren. Jetzt sah ich das genau von dort ein ältere Mann zu Fuß mit seinem Hund auf mich zukam. Ich bog in den Singletrail ein. Die Luft war rein, ich fuhr schnell weiter um möglichst viel Distanz zwischen mir und dem Mann mit dem Hund zu bringen. Konnte er mich erkannt haben? Würde im Dorf eine Geschichte über eine nackt Fahrrad fahrende Frau erzählt werden? Könnte jemand mutmassen das ich diese Frau war? Ich musste vorsichtig sein.

Nachdem es immer noch sehr früh war hatte ich auf den nächsten paar Kreuzungen mit Waldwegen keine Probleme und kam gut vorran. Ich genoß die frische Luft auf meiner Haut und fühlte mich so lebendig wie noch nie zuvor. Nur für meinen Sattel müsste ich mir in Zukunft etwas anderes einfallen lassen, dieser wurde doch langsam arg glitschig. Plötzlich bemerkte ich das sich von vorne in noch reichlicher Entfernung ein paar Mountainbikefahrer näherten. Ich hielt schlagartig an. Was konnte ich tun? Umdrehen und abhauen? Die Jungs waren sicherlich auch sehr sportlich und es würde mir bestimmt nicht gelingen diese abzuhängen? Einfach gerade aus weiterfahren und so tun als wenn es das natürlichste von der Welt war das splitterfasernackte Frauen durch den Wald fahren? Nein das konnte ich nicht. Ich sprang vom Fahrrad und zerrte es so rasch ich konnte in den Wald hinein. Dort war in grosser Baumstamm zu sehen! Ich rannte zu dem Baumstamm und versteckte mich mit meinem Rad dahinter.

Konnten Sie mich schon entdeckt haben? Wenn ja würden sie nach mir suchen? Ich blieb still und lauschte. Ich hörte die Fahrer näherkommen, hörte das Klappern und Quietschen ihrer Räder. Ich hörte wie einer der Fahrer rief „Hast du das gesehen? Was war das denn für ein Freak? Warum ist der abgehauen? Ich wäre doch Platz genug gewesen um aneinander vorbei zu fahren?”. Jemand anderes rief zurück „Fahr hin und trödel nicht rum, die geht doch bloß die Luft aus.”. Die Geräusche entfernten sich. Ich späte über den Baumstamm hinweg, es war niemand mehr zu sehen. Hatten sie wirklich nicht erkannt das es sich bei dem Freak um eine nackte Frau gehandelt hatte? Wollten sie mich nur in Sicherheit wiegen und lauerten hinter der nächsten Ecke? Sollte ich mich sicherheitshalber wieder anziehen und verschwinden?

Nein, dafür war das hier alles zu erregend, bis jetzt lief es doch Prima. Ich stand auf und wischte mir den Dreck vom Körper. Als meine Hände so über meine nackten Hüften strichen wurde mir wieder bewusst wie nackt ich war. Ja mir wurde wieder so richtig bewusst „das” ich nackt war. Eine meiner Hände blieb irgendwie an meiner Scham hängen. Mit der anderen griff ich mir an meine linke Brust. In dem Moment spürte ich einen Schmerz. Ich schaute zur meiner Brust und sah das ich an der Unterseite eine kleine Schnittwunde hatte. Als ich diese mit meine verschwitzten salzigen Finger berührte brannte dies ordentlich. Das sollte ich zu Hause gut desinfizieren. Ich hob mein Rad auf und fuhr weiter.

Nachdem ich noch 10 Minuten weitergefahren war, von den Moutainbikern war nichts mehr zu sehen, kam ich an einen Waldweg. Ich schaute mich um und blieb stehen. Wie sollte ich weitermachen? Die Singletrails waren hier zu Ende. Ich musste nur noch diesem Waldweg 20m nach rechts folgen und der Wald wäre zu Ende. Dort ging der Weg in einen asphaltierten Feldweg über. Ca. 800m Feldweg, links und rechts nur flache freie Felder. Danach fing mein Dorf an. Wenn ich vernünftig wäre würde ich mich spätestens jetzt wieder anziehen. Aber wäre es nicht schön noch bis zum Rand zu fahren. Dort könnte ich stehen bleiben über die Felder schauen und mir nocheinmal kurz ein paar Sonnenstrahlen auf nackter Haut geniessen.

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