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I’d had a few beers too many at the summer festival, and was in dire need of facilities so I could make room for more beer. Or so I thought. The lines for the port-o-cans stretched endlessly, and quite frankly I wasn’t sure I could wait that long just to stand in a foul smelling plastic cubicle. I wandered off the main boulevard of the street fair and down a narrow alley. Finding an overflowing dumpster at the dead-end, I was satisfied I was far enough from the crowd to take care of my business without offending anyone.

As I finished and gave a little shake, I heard the crunch of gravel on the pavement behind me. Before I could get everything packed away where it belonged, a hand grabbed my left shoulder and spun me around, bringing me face to forehead with one of the city’s finest. The blue uniform and the glint of the silver badge captured my attention. Mumbling incoherently, I fumbled to stuff my stuff back into my jeans. “You’re under arrest,” she barked, snapping a steel bracelet around my wrist. “Public indecency, public intoxication, lewd and lascivious behavior.” And as I attempted to protest she added, “And resisting arrest.” She spun me around and locked my wrists behind my back, my unit still dangling from my fly.

Gripping my elbow with one hand and twisting the cuffs painfully with the other, she pushed me toward the patrol car idling at the mouth of the alleyway. She shoved me roughly into the back-seat, slammed the door and climbed in behind the wheel. Keying the mic, she gave the code to the dispatcher that she would be out of service for a while, then turned to face me.

“Now we can do this the hard way or the easy way,” she sneered. “It’s up to you.”

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was my distrust of law enforcement in general. Or maybe it was plain old macho attitude prevailing now that I’d had a chance to look at her and consider the situation. After all, there I sat handcuffed in the back of a squad car, my noodle hanging out for all the world to see, enough alcohol in my system to ensure a night in the drunk tank and a cute little redheaded lady cop was trying to intimidate me. Whatever it was that possessed me to do it, I chose the wrong answer.

“It looks to me like the choice is really up to you, not me. You’re the one with the definite advantage here,” I smirked.

A flush spread quickly over her lightly freckled cheeks and she snapped back, “It looks like you need a lesson in manners and respect for a police officer!”

With that she slammed the car into gear and with tires squealing, raced east toward the old warehouse district, not in the direction of the city jail. I watched her face in the rearview mirror and saw her jaw clenching as the wheels in her mind spun faster than the ones beneath us. She had plans for me I could only imagine, and I began to think I’d made a big mistake with my glib response.

Turning down another alley between abandoned warehouse buildings, my fear began to mount. The Houston Police Department had been accused before on numerous occasions of beating and sometimes killing suspects. By the time we’d screeched to a stop at the end of a blind alley, I had become more than a little nervous about her intent.

She removed the keys from the ignition as she stepped out, and slipped her baton into her belt. That motion itself didn’t seem to bode well for me, and I balked at her order to get out of the car when she opened the back door. Grabbing me by my still exposed genitalia and jerking it roughly she spat, “I told you to get out of the fucking car. You’re going to learn to obey a police officer when she tells you to do something.”

The pain was excruciating yet at the same time scintillating. Though the action itself was rough, the smooth, soft texture of her small hand brought about an embarrassing reaction. As blood began to engorge it, I knew she felt the involuntary twitching of my member. Her grip changed almost imperceptibly and so did her demeanor. I could feel her squeezing and loosening her grip ever so slightly, helping to pump it to full erection.

“So you like being treated rough,” her voice became husky and not so sharp. “Well, that’s good, because you’re in for some rough times. I’m going to punish you myself — save the taxpayers a little money — and at the same time teach you a little respect for the badge.”

Still gripping my now throbbing tool, she led me through a steel door into one of the old warehouses. Scattered rays of light crept in through broken window panes on the upper level and left patches of the floor eerily illuminated. In the center of the main warehouse area, the hook from an old chain hoist dangled six feet above the floor. Below it in the dust and cobwebs sat a rusty steel workbench.

“This is our substation interrogation room,” she breathed in my ear. “It’s where we bring those we think can be rehabilitated without being processed into the system.” taksim escort

She released my now raging hardon and pushed me face forward over the table. Dragging the hook down while feeding the chain back up into the hoist, she hooked it on the cuffs behind my back and pulled the chain back up. It pulled my arms up behind me, forcing my face down onto the table and me up onto my toes. She stopped just short of dislocating my shoulders. Then she unsnapped my jeans and jerked them down around my ankles.

“Now, let’s start with the basics. I am in charge here, and you will address me as “my master.” Do you understand that?” She had pulled her baton from her belt and rapped it menacingly into the palm of her other hand.

“Yes.”

“No!” She slapped the head of my straining cock with the nightstick. “Yes, my master!”

“Yes, my master,” I gasped.

“Much better,” she said, and began to remove her holster. “And do you know why I have to discipline you?”

“No.”

She gave my cock another thump with the stick.

“No, my master!” I rushed to correct my omission.

“Because you don’t respect the law. You’re a dirty piece of trash who has no manners and no respect for the law or the people who enforce it.” She laid her gun belt on the far end of the workbench and began unbuttoning her blouse. “Now what are you and why are you here?”

I hesitated, and she raised her baton, taking aim at my organ once again. “I’m a dirty piece of trash who has no respect for the law, my master!” I blurted

“Very good,” she cooed. “You’re a fast learner. There may be some hope for you.” She placed her blouse atop her holster and unclasped the closure on the front of her lacy, white bra. From the corner of my eye I watched the two beautiful, ripe melons spill free from their restraint and jiggle softly in the scattered light. slipping the bra from her shoulders, she tossed it carelessly atop her blouse.

She caught me staring at her gorgeous breast, and lightly tapping her nightstick against the underside of my prick, she whispered, “You like my tits?” “Yes, my master.”

“You’d really like to rub that greasy little cock of yours between them, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, my master.”

“Well, you’re shit out of luck, fuckwad,” she hissed, and gave my dick another sharp rap with her stick. She stepped back from the table with a smirk, and kicked off her shiny black cop shoes. Making sure she was just on the edge of my sight, she began teasingly, tauntingly removing her navy serge police trousers. Stepping forward to lay them across the rest of her uniform she exposed two perfectly rounded milky white cheeks, framed by navy blue thigh high stockings and bisected by a tiny red thong. She turned to face me directly so I wouldn’t miss anything as she slowly, tantalizingly slid the thong down her smoothly muscled thighs.

My mouth hung agape as I stared helplessly at the most beautiful, hairless muff I’d ever seen. Between the slick, pink lips protruded a clitoris nearly as large as the entire last joint of my little finger. I felt a new surge of blood to my organ.

“What are you staring at, scumbag?” she demanded. “Haven’t you ever seen a bald pussy before?”

I didn’t care what game she was playing, I told her the truth. “None as delicious as that one.”

She gave my unit another jab, but without near the vitriol as she barked, “My Master.”

“Most certainly, my master,” I slobbered. “I’d be happy to be a slave to a tasty cunt like that.”

She smacked my cock again, with renewed vengeance. “You don’t seem to be learning respect! I guess it’s time for lesson number two.” With that she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. When I yelped in pain, she jammed her baton into my mouth. Holding my head immobile by my hair, she began pushing the nightstick in and out of my mouth. “Now it’s time for you to suck a hard one,” she said. “You have quite a mouth on you. let’s see you use it for something besides spewing shit.” She pumped the club in and out of my mouth, all the time leering at me to “Suck it! Suck it fuckwad. Give me a good demonstration of how to suck cock.”

When I tried to resist, she pushed it deeper into my throat, choking me. “Suck it right or you’ll deep throat it all the way down to your scrawny little balls!”

I did my best, having never performed fellatio before, trying to avoid being choked to death by her hickory dildo. Satisfied that I was submitting once again, she pulled the club from my mouth and stared at it’s saliva covered end.

“You have to learn respect,” she said. “Now you’re probably thinking that if you could get loose, you’d shove that sorry little cock of yours down my throat, or up my ass. Aren’t you?”

When I hesitated to answer, she jerked my head and shoved the stick back into my mouth. As best I could, I shook my head and tried to topkapı escort spit out, “No, my master.”

“No?” she asked incredulously “No, you wouldn’t want to stick me with your puny little dick? What are you, a faggot?” Before I could respond she continued. “Well that’s too bad, cause then you’ll probably enjoy lesson number three.”

She stepped quickly behind me, and before I registered the touch of her fingers, she spread my buttocks and began pushing the spit covered stick against my anus. I struggled to no avail. My precarious position, hanging from the hook and pressed to the table, prevented any escape from the invading probe.

“Please, my master! I’m not gay, and I’m begging you not to do that!”

“Then lesson number three will be a very important one for you,” she said, inching the stick deeper into my virgin orifice. “You slimy dicked motherfuckers think you can just jam your little pricks into any hole you want to, and so long as you get your nut, everything is just fine.” She began an in and out motion that though terribly uncomfortable, every now and then sent a spasm of pleasure and caused my dick to twitch. “You think you can just poke it in and go to town, and then we’re supposed to enjoy it.” Her thrusting of the nightstick became more rapid and more violent. “Well here’s news, asshole. It’s time you start thinking about the one on the receiving end.” By now her thrusting had become frenzied and quite painful.

“Please, my master,” I panted. “I understand. I know better. Please stop!”

She paused in her frantic buggering and queried, “You understand? You know better? You who stared at my pussy with your mouth hanging open, wanting nothing more than to jump on my bones and start rutting away? You know better?”

“I wasn’t thinking of poking you, my master. I was thinking of licking you. Honestly. The sight of your pussy made me want to stick my tongue in you, to suck your clit until your nose bleeds. Please, my master, no more with the stick.”

She let the stick slip slowly from my violated hole, and stepped back around in front of me. “So you wanted to lick my pussy, did you?” a smile crept across her face. “Well now, you’re really in luck.” She climbed agilely up onto the table and sat between me and her uniform. “Because lesson number four is exactly that. If you do it right, I’ll let you go. If you don’t make me cum, who knows how long it might be before anybody finds your rotting carcass.”

She slid her bottom forward until my nose touched her shiny, hairless mons. I could smell the sweet scent of her womanhood. Like an accusing finger, her giant, swollen clit pointed at me. Her labia glistened with moisture. The reaming she’d given me with the nightstick had excited her immensely, and her pussy was damp with arousal.

My fear abated. I was on my own turf now. This was what I knew best. This was what I loved best. Slowly and ever so softly I let the tip of my tongue dance across the tender crease of flesh between thigh and labia. Circling, darting and dodging, making minimal contact, I teased all around her vulva. She lay back upon her bunched up uniform and watched with hooded eyes. To her perineum and around the labia majora I stroked and tickled. I teased and taunted threatening the small inner lips then retreating as they twitched in anticipation. Her hips began to undulate, slowly, almost imperceptibly. The more I teased, the more she moved, trying to catch the elusive butterfly flitting so near yet always escaping.

A soft moaning mounted from deep in her throat, and more fluid oozed from her snatch. Her hips rolled as she tried to catch my tongue. Her vulva began to quiver, opening and closing, beckoning an entrance of something, anything. Her hands swept across her breasts, alternately squeezing and caressing until they found their way to her nipples. She tickled and teased the aureola and pinched her nipples, pink and erect like pencil erasers.

Her moaning grew louder and her breath ragged. She was teetering close to the edge. I drew my head back and asked the question to which I already knew the answer, “Are you ready to cum, my master?”

“Yes, yesss! Don’t talk! Suck! Suck my pussy!

I nipped at the swollen inner lips. Her hips bucked and her breath caught in her throat. She was ready and I knew it. I plunged my tongue as deep as I could into her vagina and curved the tip up, dragging it slowly across her g-spot. Her hips thrashed wildly now as I plunged my tongue in and out, pausing only to roll it back and forth and round and round over the quarter sized lump of flesh deep inside the front of her cooze.

Her orgasm built in waves and her feet flailed wildly in the air. She grabbed my head with both hands and ground my face into her spasming cunt, and I had to fight for air. Liquid gushed from her boiling cooze, drenching my face and dripping from beyoglu escort my chin, and still I plunged on. Her breath came in gasps, and her moans had turned to screams.

“Oh yes!” she screamed. “That’s it! Fuck me with your tongue, you fucking cunt licker! Deeper! Deeper! Harder! Oh yesss!” Her screams degenerated into unintelligible, animal howls. The walls of her pussy contracted and opened, contracted and opened, squeezing my tongue like a milking machine as her orgasm peaked and crested.

I slowed the rhythm and depth of my tongue thrusts as her orgasm subsided until I was once again lightly licking the quivering inner lips of her dripping cunt. Her ankles crossed behind my neck, I both saw and felt the taut muscles of her thighs begin to relax. Her body shivered in post orgasmic ecstasy. She gulped air and her magnificent chest heaved up and down. Her fingers played idly in my hair.

When her breathing slowed to deep, quiet sighs, I knew it was time once again to turn up the heat. The first time around I had deliberately ignored her magnificent clitoris, concentrating instead on her vulva and g-spot. Now it was time to really make her cum. I sped up the little circular licks on her labia and began to slightly increase the pressure once again, occasionally allowing the tip of my tongue to brush quickly around the base of her clit.

The first time I touched her little soldier standing at attention, her body jerked and her fingers dug into my scalp. More and more I let my tongue caress the bright, pink nub straining out from under it’s hood, and less and less I licked her pussy lips. Her hips rotated and rolled, trying to force her miniature prick into contact with it’s tormentor. Again her breathing became labored as she climbed closer to the peak, and her voice became feral as she demanded I take her over the edge.

“Lick my clit! Lick it now!” she growled, pulling my head into her and pushing her cunt into my mouth.

I opened my mouth wide, covering her pussy so that I still had control over the contact between her clit and my tongue. I flicked it teasingly with just the tip until I knew she was just to the breaking point. Her thighs clamped tight around my head, her fingers pulled at my hair and her hips ground her pussy up and down against my mouth. It was time.

Wrapping my tongue around her massive clit, I sucked it in and out between my lips and rolled it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Like a crystal goblet dropped from a height, she shattered into millions of sparkling shards.

“Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yess! Suck my clit! Suck my clit! Suck it you cuntsucker! Suck it! Suck it! Suhhhh! Her words dissipated into screams, grunts and moans of pure animal pleasure. And just as she broke over the peak, I gave her incredible clit a little bite. Not hard, but enough to send an electrical charge back to her brain that pushed the orgasm on and on.

She bucked and ground and drove her cunt against my face. It was time for one more goody from my bag of tricks. I let loose the big little man in the boat and dropped my face lower. Pushing the bridge of my nose against her clit to keep up the pressure and the rolling orgasm, I took a deep breath and buried my tongue as far as it would go in her anus.

Pushing my tongue in and out with my face buried in her cunt, rubbing my nose in a circular motion against her clit, she came and came again.

When at last her screams died out and I pulled my face from her burning snatch, she lay semicomatose on the bench before me, her entire body shivering and shaking as if racked by seizure. I felt good. I felt vindicated. I felt justified. And I felt drained.

My arms ached. My neck was stiff. My asshole burned from the earlier assault. And my hardon still raged. A river of pre-cum had seeped out. My cock glistened with it, and a small puddle of drips had collected on the floor at my feet. She began to stir. She sat up and pushed her silky red hair from her face where it had fallen, twisted and disheveled from her thrashing about.

With much more effort and much more shakily, she dismounted the bench. Studying me closely she hoarsely whispered, “Well I guess you’ve already learned lesson number four.”

I smiled as innocently as I could, “The pop quiz was a little rough, but I do enjoy practicing.”

A frown wrinkled her brow and I quickly added, “My master.”

“Maybe you’ve learned a little something more,” she acknowledged. “And because you did do such a fine job with lesson number four, I’m going to give you a little reward.”

She stepped behind me once again and I half hoped and half expected to hear the chain hoist and feel the relief of being freed. Instead I felt her soft warm breasts pressing against my lower back. Her right hand snaked around my waist and wrapped gently around my slickened cock. The index finger of her left hand found it’s way into my raw and aching anus. But this time the probing didn’t feel so invasive. Partly because her finger was much smaller than the nightstick that had previously invaded, partly because she was much more gentle with her finger than she’d been with the baton, and partly because she knew just where to massage with that finger, it was a much more pleasant experience.

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Recently our sex life has taken an “alternate” twist. After ten years of enjoying “vanilla” type sex. My husband & I have entered into a little soft-play BDSM. So far we’ve only experimented by ourselves but tonight we are looking for another worthy opponent. We are going to the club. It’s a well known place for it’s “pick-up” potential. It’s about half an hours drive from where we live but well worth the distance. The atmosphere is electric…sexy people enjoying sexy music & each other!

The game begins…

We dress for the occasion. Me in a tight black leather mini, which shows off my curves & my full breasts perfectly, black stilettos & no panties. My red curls hang loosely around my neck, which is adorned by a tiny black dog collar with diamond studs. He is looking very hot tonight in tight denim jeans, cowboy boots, crisp white tee-shirt & leather jacket…accentuating his masculinity to a tee. His aftershave already making me horny.

Round 1….

As we drive we talk about our game plan. Our mission tonight is to find us a sexy playmate…female of course & hopefully into a little more than just sex.

We are a little early. We decide to go in separately. I enter first, all eyes are on me…this pleases me! As I make my way to the bar I notice her…a pretty blonde in a tight shimmery blue dress, gorgeous & very feminine. She gives me the once over, taking me in with her eyes. I return her gaze…our eyes lock for a moment & I walk on…I already know she’s the one.

Round 2….

I order a drink & take a seat at the bar. The blonde is no longer standing where she was but sitting 2 seats away from me. I can feel her eyes boring into me as my nipples harden. I turn to scan the room & notice my handsome man entering. Ten years together & I still get tingles running through me when I see him. He struts across the room to take the seat next to mine. Right where I want him…between the two of us. I can already tell from her body language that the blonde likes what she sees in him also.

She immediately goes into action & asks him for a light…I like the way she thinks! We don’t smoke but we carry a lighter anyway for this exact purpose. She smiles & locks eyes with him. He asks her if she’d like a drink & she accepts.

I let them chat amongst themselves for a few minutes before making my move. I ask the two of mecidiyeköy escort them if I can join them. I place my hand on his thigh, he turns to give me a wink & then introduces me to the blonde as his wife. She immediately straightens up, beaming & she offers me her hand. She introduces herself as Crissy & tells us she thinks we make a very sexy couple. We return the compliment to her also.

We find out that it is Crissy’s first time at the club. She has just separated from her boyfriend of 3 years & is looking to let loose & have a bit of fun. Apparently her boyfriend couldn’t understand her passion for other women & although she tried to suppress her feelings, she’d finally had enough of his unwillingness to let her be herself & opted out of the relationship.

She told us that she was glad that we had arrived early at the club. She didn’t know what to expect & felt a bit awkward standing around by herself. We were glad to come to her rescue.

Round 3….

As the night wears on, the conversation flows more freely. Crissy asks us why we come to the club? I told her that I was bisexual also & every so often we would come to the club to hopefully meet a special lady who would be interested in joining us for some sexy fun. “I would” she replies. “I was hoping you’d say that”, I say. We smile at each other as she takes my hand. “Can I borrow your wife?” she asks my man. “Who am I to argue”, he replies.

She leads me onto the dance floor just as Madonna starts singing to the tunes of Erotica…it couldn’t have been more perfect timing. Crissy certainly had no problem putting her hands all over my body nor did I her. We moved in perfect rhythm to each other…eyes & hips locked together, hands gliding slowly down the curves of the others body. We both knew what we wanted. We kissed…a slow lingering kiss. Over her shoulder I could see my husband across the room smiling provocatively at the sexy show we were putting on for all to see.

We continued dancing to a few more songs until neither of us could stand it any longer. Things were getting quite heated between us & we needed to quench our desires. “Let’s get out of here” I said to Crissy & lead her by the hand to where my man was waiting for us. “I thought I was going to have to drag you two out” he said. “Mmm” beşiktaş escort Crissy moaned, “now that’s a thought”. My husband & I both looked at each other & smiled wickedly…we knew we were going to have one hell of a night with Crissy.

Round 4….

Crissy & I both jumped in the back seat. No sooner had we started on our journey, Crissy was all over me. “I have to taste you now”, she said, “it’s been far too long since I’ve tasted a woman”. Pulling my dress up she moaned “no panties baby, I like that!” & without a moments hesitation she was in there, fingers, tongue, probing, searching, sucking & licking. She was like a bitch on heat, which was making me all the more hornier for her. I came in bursts as she sucked me dry. She straightened up & with a triumphant smile on her face, she leaned over & said “that’s just the beginning I’m sure”.

We entered our house with an urgency I’d never felt or seen before. Three bodies wanting each other, needing each other, begging to be satisfied.

We lead Crissy to our room…she gasps at what she sees, our four poster bed awaiting us, decorated with chains & cuffs ready for there first victim. “We like a little soft play if you are into it Crissy” we tell her. She smiles & pulls us to her, “I’m so glad we met tonight” she says. We all shared a short passionate embrace & started to paw at each others clothing, working swiftly to undress each other. Once fully undressed, I had to pause to drink in her beauty. I could hardly believe the luck at our find. There she was…Crissy, naked in all her feminine glory, so incredibly gorgeous & ripe for the taking.

Round 5…

She grabs my man & begs for him to punish her. “I’ve been a naughty girl” she said, “take me master, spank me, make me scream & then fuck me while your wife looks on”. My pussy is pulsing at the mere words spewing forth from her dirty little mouth. She knows what turns a woman on. She’s a wild one, mmm just what the game requires.

She kneels on the bed, hands outstretched as we tie them to the bed posts “have some patience, your time will come soon enough”. She settles. Just then my man lays a quick sharp slap on her arse…she whimpers & asks for more. He slaps her again, this proves too much for all of us.

Round 6…

He lifts up her arse etiler escort & plunges his member deep inside her. She yells out, begging him to bring her to orgasm. The site of these two ravenous creatures going at it almost sends me into overdrive. I search for relief from my private agony with my 9 inch dildo. Five deep penetrating thrusts from this beast & it’s all over for me…the visual stimulation of my sexy man fucking this beautiful lady from behind was just too much.

I slide myself underneath my husbands legs & to the point of their union. Taking turns to suck on my husbands balls & then nibble on Crissy’s clitoris. This added stimulation really seems to fire things up. She is grinding herself into me, fucking both of us….my tongue & his cock. The most amazing noises escaping her lips, when my husband suddenly stops his thrusts & tells me he wants to see me eat her into orbit.

I do as I’m told. We untie her & take off the blindfold. She is flustered & loving every minute of our sexual torture. I can help but kiss her. “Lay down babe, let me tantalise you with my tongue”.

Round 7…

I place a pillow under her buttocks. She lays down & spreads her legs wide. Her clit waiting & throbbing in anticipation of what is to follow. I tease her clit gently using my fingernail & slightly blow onto it. This sends a shudder through her. I peer over at my man, sitting back stroking his cock ever so slightly, wearing a big cheesy grin. We smile at each other.

I grab the dildo I used earlier & enter her. Her eyes clouding over in pure ecstasy as she gasps & then moans aloud “eat me, devour me”. I smile back at her as I go lower & take her clit in my mouth. Licking long, hard & slow at first. I increase the tempo of my tongue every time I increase the tempo of the thrusts. Faster & faster until she gives in & surrenders fully to me. I fuck her to the full extent of which I know how as she comes in waves, over & over again. Just when I thought she had stopped, she rises & peeks again. Her body contorting to the spasms which wrack her body…leaving me in awe of what I see. I withdraw from her, leaving her totally spent.

Round 8….

Not giving me time to catch my breath, my husband enters me from behind. Fucking me with all his worth. Thrusting in & out of me in hard successions, until at last he comes…shuddering, gasping & moaning loudly. Usually such a passive in bed, I’d never seen him so ferocious in his love making. It is something I could get used to.

We look over at Crissy, laying back taking it all in. She beckons us to her as we slowly begin the game again. This is sure to become a game that we play often.

Check mate…..everyone’s a winner!

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She wasn’t beautiful. Jennifer. She wasn’t beautiful, not in the classic sense. She was short, had a page boy hair style, and a rather stocky build. On the other hand, she had a magnificent ass, a marvelous smile, and the most beautiful blue eyes. She was the librarian. She was the woman I loved from afar. She was the woman I longed to worship. She was the woman I hoped would own me.

I had recently retired and moved to Boca Raton, Florida the same year the city completed the construction of a lovely new library. It is more than just a repository for books. It has a small gallery for the exhibition of artwork, a small theater, a bookstore, internet access (both computers and free wifi), as well plenty of comfortable seating for reading or just hanging out.

Being new in town and not having the most active social life, I’d spend a day or two each week at the library. As a 52 year old, very submissive, single, white male with an active imagination, it wasn’t unusual for me to fantasize about serving any of the women with whom I came in contact. Jennifer was no exception.

Married, with college aged children, Jennifer was the senior librarian and in charge of the information desk. If I had to guess, I’d say she is in her late 40s. Though she was always pleasant towards me, she clearly had a stern aspect to her demeanor and clearly carried herself with an authoritative attitude. Though she never gave any hint of a sexually dominant nature, it would be very easy to imagine her as a cane wielding, ball busting, dominatrix. And believe me, I did.

The more I saw of her, the more I dreamt of serving her, being her slave. If only she would allow me to worship her as the Goddess I truly believed her to be. Sadly, that seemed like an impossible dream so, instead, I strove to establish a friendship with her. I began to visit the library more often, stay longer, all in the hope of just being around her. Gradually we did establish a rapport and regularly spoke with one another.

As Thanksgiving approached our conversations revolved around traditions, recipes, and football. Yes, she is a football fan, another huge point in her favor! When she found out I’d be spending the holiday by myself, she insisted I spend it with her family.

“Thanksgiving is not a time to be alone Greg.”

“Thank you Jennifer. That’s so kind but I don’t want to intrude on your family tradition. Besides, I’ll be quite content flopping down on the couch and watching three football games. “

“Greg, our family tradition is spending the day with family and friends and watching plenty of football. You won’t be intruding, you’ll be part of our family.”

“Thanks, that’s so kind but I’ll only come on three conditions. One, you allow me to bring some wine. Two, you allow me to bring dessert. Three, you allow me to help you in the kitchen.”

“Sounds great! Let me give you the address. Dinner will be served at 3:00; you’re welcome to come anytime after 1:00.”

“Fantastic. I’ll be there. Thank you very much Jennifer.”

I was ecstatic! Not only would I not be alone on Thanksgiving but I’d be in the presence of a true Goddess. I’d bring a few bottles of Beaujolais Nouveau (I buy a case every year) and a pecan pie. The hardest thing I’d have to do is wait until 1:00 Thursday!

Following the instructions emanating from my car’s GPS, I soon found myself parked on the street outside Jennifer’s home. Either librarians make far more money than I thought or her husband must do very well for himself. (Actually, he does but Jennifer has acquired great wealth of her own though just how, I’m not sure.)

Inside her home, Jennifer seemed both in command and very relaxed. With that great smile, and a lovely outfit accented with black pantyhose and lovely high heels, she was a vision of beauty. The atmosphere was filled with warmth, good cheer, friends, and family. Jennifer made all the introductions, including Charles, a maintenance worker from the library.

After telling her son to fix me a drink, Jennifer turned to me and asked, “Greg, would mind giving me a hand in the kitchen?”

“Of course not. It’d be my pleasure.”

Jennifer put me to work chopping mushrooms for the gravy as well as putting me in charge of making the salad. As I was chopping away, her son Don delivered my gin & tonic. When he left the room, Jennifer closed the door and then approached me.

“Greg, I have a special favor to ask of you, I hope you won’t mind?”

Mind? I’d get down on my knees and kiss her feet if she desired. Still, I wasn’t sure this is the response she was looking for. Instead, I simply said, “Of course, what would you like me to do?”

“Well, I’d really appreciate it if you took care of Charles. If he asks you to do something, would you just take care fatih escort of it for me? He’s a special man, very dear to my heart, but I might not be able to give him the attention he deserves. I’d be in your debt if you could do this for me.”

“Not a problem Jennifer, happy to do so.”

“Thanks. His requests might seem a little strange but if you’d just do as he asks, I’ll definitely make it worth your effort.”

“Well, with an offer like that, how could I refuse?”

“Thanks Greg.”

And with that, she opened the door and turned on the TV in the kitchen so I could watch the game while I finished the tasks I had been assigned.

I have to admit, her request had me intrigued. Charles was a nice enough fellow. A few years older than me, he was an attractive African American, 6 foot tall with a muscular build and a bald head, though whether he shaved his dome or was naturally bald, I wasn’t sure. What “strange” requests would he make of me?

Soon enough Jennifer announced that dinner was ready and we all gathered around the table. It did not escape my notice that I was seated next to Charles. As Jennifer and her daughter Melissa brought the dinner to the table, Charles and I struck up a conversation about football. He was a Dolphins fan whilst I was a Patriots fan. In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I tried not to be an obnoxious Patriots backer. Given what would soon begin to unfold, that was probably a wise move.

After we, or at least Charles and I, finished our squash soup, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “please get up and follow me.”

Remembering what Jennifer requested of me, I simply did as I was told. I got up and followed Charles . . . into the bathroom!

“Close the door and get down on your knees.”

I felt my face flush and I’m sure it turned red. After closing the door, I remained standing, not sure what to do next.

“Didn’t Jennifer tell you to do whatever I asked?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Sir”

“Then why are you still standing? Get down on your knees. NOW!”

I sank to my knees as Charles walked towards me. Soon enough my eyes were focused on his crotch.

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to suck my cock, at least not today. But if you know what’s good for you, you’ll obey me completely and without hesitation. Do so and Jennifer will make your darkest, most perverted fantasies come to life. Refuse, and you’ll be punished and then banished from her life. Understood?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Yes, I believe a sick fuck like you would understand. Now unzip my pants and pull out my cock.”

I did what the man requested.

“Today, not a single drop of my piss will reach the toilet. Instead, your mouth will be the receptacle for my golden nectar. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Unzip my pants, reach in, and pull out my cock.”

Following Charles’ instructions, I retrieved his massive cock. His wasn’t the first cock I’ve held (I must admit, I do enjoy giving the occasional blow job) but this was certainly a unique situation. On my knees, in a friend’s bathroom, head to head (so to speak) with the largest cock I’d ever seen. Still soft, it had to be at least 7 inches in length and quite thick as well.

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Well, time to stop staring and start drinking. Open your mouth and let the head of my cock rest on your tongue. That’s it. Now close your lips around my cock, make a nice tight seal and get ready to drink. Don’t you dare spill a drop.”

I slowly nodded my head and looked into his eyes. And then it happened. His piss began to flow into my mouth, down my throat, and into my stomach. Warm and salty, I had to admit it tasted wonderful. Though I’ve perform this same task for numerous women, this was different. The anatomical advantage of a penis as a urinary delivery vehicle made the experience of serving as a urinal more efficient and satisfying than performing the same function for a woman.

As the flow of his piss began to slow to a trickle, someone tried to open the bathroom door. The door being locked (thank God), there followed a knock on the door.

“We’ll be right out.”

I was mortified. Whoever was knocking on the door now knew that Charles wasn’t alone. It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who was with him and what we were doing.

Charles didn’t care. When he finished pissing, he pulled his cock out and ordered me (in a voice loud enough for someone standing outside the door to hear) to “lick the head clean before you put my cock away.” Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, I did as instructed. I licked the head of his, especially the piss slit and then put his cock in his pants, and zipped his pants. çapa escort

Upon completing my duties, Charles patted me on the head and then signaled me to rise, open the door, and head back to the table. Opening the door, I was pleasantly surprised to see that whomever had knocked at the door had either returned to the table or found another bathroom to use. When returned to the table, we were served the next course.

Though there was plenty of conversation around the table, there was no mention of what had just occurred or what Charles and I were doing together in the bathroom. Nothing was said but I couldn’t help noticing that whenever Jennifer looked my way, she smiled at me.

Charles and I made two more visits to the bathroom. After I finished the last of his piss, Charles stopped me from putting his cock away. Instead, he turned around and dropped his pants. This left me staring at his bare ass.

“I want you to lick my ass crack and then stick your tongue up my ass and clean me out. Don’t worry, I’m not dirty but I’ve been sitting on my ass all day and now my asshole is sticky and sweaty. You don’t need to think about what you’re doing, just do it. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

What choice did I have. I made a promise to Jennifer so I dove and stuck my tongue up his ass. At first, it seemed like an arduous task but I grew to enjoy it. I have to admit, I was disappointed when Charles told me to stop. Watching him pull up his pants, I realized my servitude to Charles had come to an end, at least for today. Would I have a chance to serve him again? I sure hoped I would. How could I let Charles know this? I had to act quick, before he opened that door.

“Sir, I just wanted to thank you for allowing me to serve you today. I hope you enjoyed my service and I’d be happy to do so again.”

He patted my head again, smiled at me and said, “we’ll see.”

With that, we returned to the dining room. Most of the guests were leaving, those who were remaining headed to the family room to watch the last football game. Jennifer asked Melissa and Don to clear the table and asked me to do the dishes and asked me to do the dishes. She promised she’d be in shortly and take care of the leftovers.

The kids cleared the table in record time. In a matter of moments the counter was filled with dirty dishes and half empty platters. While I set about my task, Melissa and Don cleaned the dining room. After a few minutes, Jennifer returned. Gathering various Tupperware containers, she began to put away the leftovers.

“Greg, I want to thank you for helping out. And I’m very glad you came today. I hoped you enjoyed yourself?”

“I did as well. Thank you for letting me spend this special day with you, your family, and your friends.”

“Well, the pleasure was all ours, we enjoyed having you. Especially Charles.”

I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that but as I finished cleaning the final dish, I noticed Jennifer smiling at me.

“You don’t have to leave anytime soon do you Greg?”

“Of course not.”

“I’ve got something I’d like to show you but if you’d rather watch the game . . . “

“Nope, I’m all yours.”

“Hmm, well you better follow me then.”

Staring at her magnificent ass the whole time, I followed Jennifer up the stairs and into her bedroom. “My husband and I often spend the night together but we do have separate bedrooms and I decide if/when we’re together. But what I wanted to show you is here in my bathroom.”

I followed her into the spacious bathroom. Once we were both in, she closed and locked the door behind us. As I looked into her eyes, I saw there was a sparkle but she was no longer smiling.

“Ever since you walked into the library you’ve been staring at me, ogling me, fantasizing about me, haven’t you?”

“I cannot lie. You’ve been all I think about. Please forgive me. I’m sorry if I’ve caused you any discomfort.”

Her face softened as the smile returned to her face. “Don’t worry Greg, I can spot a slave from a mile away. I knew you longed to serve me and if you play your cards right, you’ll be mine. Now strip. Place all your clothes in the tub.”

As I quickly complied with her order, Jennifer lowered her pantyhose and sat on the toilet. Snapping her fingers, she ordered me to kneel before her, keep silent, and lick her shoes.

“Let’s not pretend Greg, we both know what you are. Only a true piss whore would suck down the piss of a man he never met. Only a true ass whore would stick his tongue up another man’s ass. Tell me, tell me why you did that? Make me believe you’re sincere and that you’re worthy of my attention.”

“I did those things because you asked me to do whatever Charles asked of me. And güngören escort I wanted to do them in the hope of pleasing you. Ever since I first saw you I’ve dreamt of serving you as your slave. I’d do anything to please you, bring you joy and happiness, and make your life easier.”

“That’s a tall task, are you sure you want to be my slave, to be owned and controlled by me? Are you a man of honor, a man of your word?”

“Yes Jennifer, I am.”

From out of nowhere, catching me completely unaware, Jennifer knocked me over with a powerful left hook that left me sprawled across her bathroom floor.

“Get back up and kneel before your Goddess.

“First, when we are in private, whether alone or amongst ‘friends’ you will address me as Goddess Jennifer. When in any other setting you will address me as Ms. Jennifer. Understood?”

“Yes Goddess Jennifer.”

“Second, you are not a man. You are a male. And while every man is a male, not every male is a man. Just as every cock is a penis, not every penis is a cock. Charles is a man, you are not. Charles has a cock, you do not.

“Third, today you served as Charles’ urinal and ass licker. From this moment and forever more, you will serve as my toilet. You’ll be drinking my piss tonight but very soon you’ll become just as adept at eating my shit as well as serving as my spittoon. And since you licked Charles’ clean ass today, starting tonight your tongue will serve as my toilet paper.

“Fourth, tomorrow we will go to the Fetish Factory in Ft. Lauderdale to purchase a chastity device for you. You’ve seen the last of your orgasms, perhaps forever. You said you’d do anything to bring me joy and happiness. Nothing would please me more than to deny you orgasms for the rest of your life.

“Fifth, once you’re locked up, you will be subject to frequent, and often harsh, discipline. Sometimes I’ll punish you for any infraction or mistake you’ve made. Sometimes I’ll beat you as part of your training regimen. And sometimes I’ll beat you just because I so enjoy inflicting pain.

“Sixth, it should go without saying, but you are never to disobey me. I don’t often give second chances so know that if you do disobey me, you risk permanent banishment.

“Seventh, once your balls are locked up, I’ll own you. Forever. Even if I sell you, I will still maintain ownership.

“If you cannot abide by these rules, and the many others that will soon follow, you have my permission to retrieve your keys and wallet (but not your clothes) and leave . . . my presence, my house, and yes, the library. If you ever in my presence I will call the police. Believe me, with all the cops I know, they’ll be happy to make your life a living hell.

“If you can abide by these rules, then close your eyes and face the ceiling. Your choice.”

Choice? What choice? This was an opportunity of a lifetime. I closed my eyes and faced the ceiling. Almost immediately I heard, and then felt, Goddess Jennifer spit on my face.

“You’ve made a life changing choice. Don’t ever do anything to make me regret offering you this opportunity.

“Now, you may open your eyes and gaze upon me but remain on your knees. I want you to concentrate on my voice, on the sound of my shit splashing in the bowl, on the aroma emanating from my ass. Soon enough you’ll be licking my asshole, cleaning me better than toilet paper could ever hope to do. And then I’ll reward you with my piss. I’m sure you’ll find it more flavorful than Charles’.”

And so I knelt there as her shit hit the bowl. While she told me that I’d continue to drink Charles’ piss, even when at the library, a new scent began to fill the room. To some, to most, it was an aroma most vile. But for me, it was heavenly. It was the scent not just of a woman, but of a Goddess.

When her bowels were empty, Goddess arose, turned her back towards, bent over at the waist, and issued a one word command.

“Lick!”

And so I did. I spread her cheeks, stuck out my tongue, and dove into her glorious asshole. The taste wasn’t delicious (though I was sure, in time, it would be) but it wasn’t awful. After eagerly licking for a full 10 minutes, Goddess issued another one word command.

“Stop.”

And so I did. In anticipation of her golden nectar, I kept my mouth open.

“Charles was right, you are a true piss whore. Well my bladder is full but tonight you’ll only be allowed to drink half of what I’ve got on tap.”

And with that, she began to slowly piss into my waiting mouth. She was right, her piss tasted much better than Charles’. All to soon, the stream of piss came to an end.

“Get into the tub and lie down, on your back, on top of your clothes. This is where you’ll spend the night. If I need to piss during the night, I won’t have to go very far to find you.”

“Thank you Goddess Jennifer.”

“One last thing before I go. Close your mouth and open your eyes.”

I did. And then she emptied the rest of her bladder, unleashing a might torrent of piss all over my body and my clothes. I would spent the rest of the night in a puddle of piss. My Goddess’ piss.

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A good friend of mine was going out of town for a month and she asked me if I would stop by her house every few days to get the mail and check on it. I didn’t even hesitate in answering because she had such a lovely house. I loved to hang out in her garden as well.

Saturday morning found me, coffee in hand, looking out at her garden and wondering how she could leave it for a whole month. I also wondered how it looked so good even though she wasn’t there. I opened the back door and slipped outside.

The heady aroma of hydrangeas was the first thing I noticed. It washed over me as I walked down the grassy path. I breathed in several times and almost felt giddy from the smell. I took a quick tour around and marveled at the abundance of flowers and greenery. It was stunning, actually.

When I got back to the house, I could hear water running outside. I looked around for the source of it. I saw a hose stretched out on the grass and followed it until the end. A slender hand held the end of the hose. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous creature watering the rose bushes. She was a petite Latino woman with long, dark hair. Even though she was short, she had generous curves. My eyes took in this sight for a full minute before she noticed me.

She let out a short gasp of surprise when she saw me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” I said, stepping out of the shadows.

“I didn’t think anyone would be here,” she said, recovering.

“Oh, Justine asked me to stop by and check the house while she was gone.”

I smiled and discreetly looked at her full soft breasts pushing against her t-shirt.

“My name is Diana,” I said. “Are you the gardener responsible for this beautiful scenery?”

She blushed slightly and shut off the water.

“I’m Rose and yes, I try to keep it looking great. Although Justine did most of the work.”

“A gardener named Rose…interesting…”

We both laughed.

“Do you mind if I watch?” I asked as I followed her around.

“Not at all. I don’t have too much to do.”

She bent down to pluck a few weeds and my mouth went dry at the sight of her round ass. I was really being bad that day.

We made small talk for a bit as she watered, clipped and weeded. I found out she was divorced, mid-thirties and gardening full time for a few different houses. She really liked her job.

“What about you?” she asked.

“Um, well…I’m a part time herbologist. I help people live better lives naturally,” I said, laughing.

“Oh, that sounds interesting. What else do you do?”

I looked up at her. “I’m a dominatrix.”

She frowned. “What’s that?”

“You don’t know?”

She shook her head.

“I, uh, it’s a sexual thing actually. I like to dominate people and make them submit to me.”

Her eyes widened a bit, as she looked at me in a whole new light.

“You make men do whatever you want? Like serve you?”

“Well, not men. Just women.”

She quickly looked away and started trimming furiously.

“So you’re a lesbian?” she asked quietly.

“No, I’m not. I have a boyfriend. I’m bisexual.”

She fumbled a little with the clippers just then.

“Be careful,” I said gently.

She set the clippers aside and started to pick up the dead pieces of the rosebush.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” I asked.

She was silent for a minute and I realized I probably had gone too far. I stood up and figured it was time to go.

“Once, but…”

Her long hair was covering her face as she gathered the debris into a pile.

“But, we didn’t do anything…just kissed. It was a long time ago.”

“I see. Well, I didn’t mean to intrude. I probably should get going and let you finish up.”

She stood up and her dark eyes regarded me. For a minute time stood still as I looked at her and took in the sight of her loveliness.

“You’re beautiful, Rose,” I whispered. “I can’t take my eyes off you…”

She blushed again and lowered her eyes. At that moment she was the picture of submissiveness. I forgot everything else and took a step towards her and lifted her chin in my hand.

Our eyes met and I instinctively leaned in to kiss her. When my lips met hers, I could feel the heat of her. She was burning with desire. I firmly held her arms as my mouth crushed hers and forced it open. My tongue was eager to taste her and her mouth was just as eager for me. She opened herself up for me let my tongue snake into her wetness. I felt her shudder.

My hands slid behind her back and down to her ripe ass. I pressed into her firm flesh and moved her body closer to mine. The instant her breasts touched mine I felt the warmth spread throughout my body and my pussy began to throb. I broke the kiss and pulled away. We were both breathing hard.

“Oh please, Diana, don’t stop,” she gasped.

“No, that’s enough for now.”

I looked at the hard points of her nipples pushing through her bra and t-shirt.

“I want you, Rose, but not now and not this way.”

“But…how? When?”

“I want to dominate fındıkzade escort you – I know you would like it. When are you due back here?”

“Tuesday.”

“Ok, then. Are you willing to submit to me?”

She nodded and I saw the passion in her eyes. I definitely woke something up. I reached out my hand and stroked her hair and pulled her close to me again for a quick kiss.

“When I see you on Tuesday you are to address me as Mistress, understood?”

“Yes,” she murmured. My face was buried in her hair.

“I promise that you will not feel any unnecessary pain, but it may get uncomfortable at times. If you want to stop at any time, just tell me.”

“I will.”

“Good.”

I licked her earlobe softly before pulling away.

“One last thing – no bra and panties and make sure your pussy is shaved.”

And with that I turned and walked away.

I told Mike what I was going to do on Tuesday and he agreed to leave work early and meet me at Justine’s. His eyes lit up when I described to him what I had in mind for our little slut. I didn’t tell her that Mike would be joining us, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t mind. In fact, by the time we were done, she’d be begging to be fucked.

I showed up on Tuesday with my bag of tricks and found Rose in the garden waiting. She was sitting on the stone bench in the middle of the garden. When she saw me, her eyes lit up and she smiled.

“Hello, Diana,” she said.

I looked at her sternly. “That’s Mistress to you, slut.”

Her face fell a bit as she realized that I was dead serious about what I was and what we were going to do.

“Sorry, Mistress,” she said softly.

“Kneel before me.”

She got down on her knees and lowered her head.

“Did you do as I asked?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And what was that?”

“I didn’t wear any bra or panties.”

“And?”

She hesitated for a second. “I-I shaved my pussy.”

“Good girl. Now stand up.”

She stood before me and I could clearly see her dark nipples through her blouse. I couldn’t wait to suck them into my mouth, but first it was time to show her who was in charge.

I led her over to the old clothesline in the corner of the yard and got a piece of rope from my bag.

“Hold out your hands for me,” I said.

She held them out and I bound them tightly and raised them over her head. I secured her hands to the metal pole that held one end of the clothesline. I pulled the rope hard so that she had to stand on her toes. She would be uncomfortable, but not too much. Next I took out my favorite ball gag and strapped that to her head. Her eyes went very wide as I did this, but I assured her that it would be all right. Lastly I blindfolded her. I could tell she definitely wasn’t expecting that.

As I was standing there admiring my work, Mike entered the yard. I smiled at him as he took in the sight before me.

“Oh my, she looks lovely,” he said before giving me a kiss.

“Yes, she does.”

We gazed at our pretty slut bound before us. At the sound of Mike’s voice, she had tensed up a bit, not expecting someone else to be joining us.

I got the garden hose and turned it on.

“I think she needs to cool off,” I said casually.

Mike laughed and I turned the hose onto Rose. She squealed behind her gag and squirmed as the cold water soaked her. She twisted and tried to avoid it, but it was no use. In a few minutes she was drenched. I shut off the hose and went over to her.

Her dark nipples were hard as rocks and we could see them clearly through her blouse. I flicked my thumb over one and she squirmed again.

“Mmm, nice tits,” Mike said as he squeezed the other one. He lowered his head to her breast and began to suck her nipple through the wet fabric. Rose moaned behind her gag but didn’t try to move away.

“She likes it,” I said.

Mike bit down on her nipple and there was a muffled scream.

“She didn’t like that,” he said, laughing.

I unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her ripe tits for us. We both admired the firmness and the dark color of her nipples. I pushed the fabric aside and cupped both mounds in my hands.

“Oh yes, very nice. We’ll have to tie these babies up.”

I got another rope and began to bind her breasts tightly. This caused them to stick out even more. I knew that a few minutes of this and they would be extremely sensitive. Her nipples began to flatten out a bit.

Next I unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her thighs and pulled them off. Her newly shaved pussy was exposed to us. I smiled and stepped behind her to get a look at her ass. It was heavenly and I knew I would enjoy whipping it. But first, I wanted to prepare it. I got a butt plug and lubed it heavily before pushing it into her tight hole. She winced and pulled away, but I was able to get it into her.

“This slut looks great, Diana, I can’t wait to use her,” Mike said. I could see his cock getting hard through his jeans and I smiled.

“I think she needs aksaray escort a little discipline, don’t you?”

“Definitely.”

I got my leather whip out stood in front of Rose.

“Ok, slut. Remember, if you want to stop, you just tell us, understand?”

She nodded.

“Are you ready to stop?”

She shook her head back and forth.

“Ok…here goes.”

I took the whip and began to lightly swat her bound breasts. She screamed behind the gag and thrashed around. I struck her again and again until there were red marks on her tits before moving to her stomach and thighs. I was going easy on her, but her screams didn’t stop until I did.

“Shall I stop now?” I asked.

Again she shook her head.

“Wow, what a pain slut,” Mike laughed.

“Yup,” I answered. “But we’ll give her a rest.”

I was feeling incredible turned on and I suddenly wanted to be naked. It was a hot afternoon and I was beginning to sweat. I shed my clothes and went over to Mike. His shirt was off and the sweat made his tanned skin shiny. He pulled me close to him and kissed my roughly.

“I need you inside me,” I gasped between kisses. “I’m so turned on…”

“Wow, you usually wait,” he said pulling away from me.

“I know, but she’s making me so fucking horny,” I laughed.

“Mmmm…well, I’m not complaining. How do you want it?”

I had an idea.

“Fuck me from behind – nice and hard, baby. I’m going to hold on to our slut while you do it.”

I bent over and grabbed Rose’s hips so my face was just below her gorgeous tits. She jumped a little in surprise but didn’t try to move away. Mike got behind me and freed his cock from his pants and placed it at the entrance to my pussy.

“Yeah, now fuck me,” I groaned. “Make me cum hard.”

He pushed his cock into me quickly and I cried out at the force. I held onto Rose tightly as he began to pound my sopping cunt.

“Fuck you’re wet, Diana…”

“Yesssss…so wet for you, baby.”

I spread my legs wide urging him to go deeper and faster. My head was pushing into Rose’s belly and I could smell the sweet smell of her sex. I smiled, as I knew the sounds of our fucking were turning her on.

“You like this slut?” I whispered to her.

I heard a moan come from behind the gag and I smiled. I lifted my head and found one overly sensitive nipple and sucked it into my mouth. My tongue ran circles around the tender nub until it was rock hard again. Rose squirmed and I could hear moaning deep in her throat.

Mike pumped away and I suddenly felt myself get really close. I wanted it to go forever, but I was too far-gone. I lifted my head from Rose’s breast and looked back at him.

“Oh fuck, Mike, I’m gonna cum….”

“Oh yeah, cum for me, baby – let me feel it.”

At that instant the world went a little hazy as the orgasm exploded deep inside me. I held onto Rose as my body convulsed and shook with the force of it. I cried out and slumped down to the ground. In a daze I felt Mike’s cock slide out of me and fell to the cool wet grass panting.

“Geez, Diana…are you ok?”

I was smiling from such a great orgasm.

“Fuck yeah. I’m fine,” I said getting up.

Mike helped me get to my feet and I felt a bit light-headed. I looked down at Mike’s hardness and saw my juices coating it.

“I’m sorry – you didn’t cum, did you?”

He laughed. “That’s ok, I think I’ll survive for now.”

I went over to our slut and began to untie her from the clothesline. I removed the ropes from her bound breasts, as they were very dark from the blood that had been trapped there. I also removed her wet blouse and her ball gag. I then retied her hands behind her back and pushed her to her knees. The blindfold was still on.

Mike stepped over to her and pushed his cock against her lips.

“Suck on this,” he told her.

She opened her mouth and gave his cock a timid lick. I knew she was tasting my juices.

“Can you taste me, slut?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you like it?”

She hesitated and then said that she did. I smiled knowing that she had no choice about it. I stood behind her and held her head up so Mike could get his cock inside of it. Her red lips parted and soon he was stuffing his hardness into her mouth. Soon she had no choice but to suck him.

“Yeah, that’s it. Suck it, bitch.”

She balanced herself on her knees as Mike began to hump her slutty mouth. His cock was invading her mouth as if it were a pussy for him to fuck. It was all she could do to keep up as he pounded her. Soon his head was tilting back and he was groaning loudly. I held her head firmly and watched as Mike slid in and out of her mouth. Soon saliva was running down her chin mingled with my cum.

“Damn, she’s a good little cock-sucker. I’m gonna cum-“

His voice broke off suddenly as the orgasm took over. He pulled out of her mouth and spurted his cum all over her face and breasts in several long jets.

“Oh fuck…yeah…” he moaned.

I eyüp escort smiled at the scene before me. Rose looked great with Mike’s cum all over her face. I released her head and went to kneel in front of her. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I eagerly licked the cum from her face. My tongue lapped across the smooth skin of her face before trailing down to the tops of her breasts. She moaned loudly as I did this.

When I finished I pulled her up to her feet and brought her over to the stone bench. I made her kneel before one end of it and pushed her face down so that it rested on the cool surface. I stretched her arms out and tied the securely to the bench. She was bent over so that her perfect ass was presented to us. The plug was still securely wedged in her hole. I pulled on one latex glove and knelt beside her.

“Let’s see how you like this one, slut,” I said.

I raised my hand high and brought it down on her round cheeks with a resounding SMACK.

“Owwwwwww!!!” she cried out.

I ignored it and smacked her other cheek. Again she cried out, but she was not in any position to be going anywhere.

I proceeded to spank her over and over until her ass was reddened. As I did this, Mike’s cock had sprung back to life. I knew he wanted to take her. I stopped spanking and pulled the butt plug out with little ceremony.

“She’s all yours, sweetie,” I said, smiling at him.

He groaned and knelt behind her. Her asshole was wide open for him and he pushed his hard cock into her with ease. She moaned in a combination of pain and maybe even a little pleasure as he impaled her. At once his hands caressed her smooth ass cheeks and her moaning quieted.

I leaned over her ass and began to gently lick the reddened skin there as Mike’s cock slowly pumped away at her asshole. I bathed her skin with my tongue and her moans began again, but this time it was all pleasure.

“You like this, don’t you?” I asked.

“Oh yes, Mistress, yessss.”

“Has your ass been used before?”

“Yes it has, Mistress. Many times.”

Mike and I exchanged looks and he smiled.

“Well, then consider this a treat, because Mike loves a good ass-fuck.”

With that, I moved behind Mike and wrapped my arms around his hard body as he fucked Rose. My hands glided across his chest and powerful arms with each thrust. Feeling extremely aroused, I pressed my body against his back. My breasts rubbed his taut, muscular back and my mound rubbed his firm ass. I let my hands wander down to the crack of his ass and my finger found his asshole. I rubbed it lightly and then began to push it inside.

“Oh fuck, Diana…yes…I’m gonna blow my load if you keep that up,” he grunted.

I smiled and fingered his ass a little more. His groans were loader and he urged me on. All the while Rose’s ass was being pounded by his engorged cock. Both of his hands gripped her round cheeks as he pummeled her. Her own moans matched his and she begged and pleaded for him to keep it up.

When my other hand reached down and squeezed his balls, which was too much. With a loud yell he came and very hard. He pumped his cum into my slut’s sweet asshole and slumped over her body.

“Oh fuck,” was all he could say.

Rose whimpered a little and lay there. Sweat poured off all our bodies from the exertion. I lay back on the cool grass while Mike got up and staggered off to the house for a cool drink.

“You’ve been very good today, my little slut. Now I think you need to please your mistress.”

I got up and untied her just long enough to flip her over on her back so her arms were tied over her head and her legs were wide open. Still the blindfold was in place as I straddled her face. I spread my moist lips and commanded her to eat me out.

“I’ve never done that before, Mistress,” she said in a small voice.

“I know, but there’s a first time for everything. Just do what has been done to you. I’m sure being the slut you are that you’ve had your pussy eaten before.”

Her tongue touched my outer lips lightly and she began to lick.

“Harder slut, don’t be shy,” I growled.

My pussy was throbbing and begging for release after watching that ass-fuck. Rose began to lick with a little more enthusiasm and her sweet tongue teased my lips apart. I reached down and began to pull and tease her hard brown nipples. This urged her on and she began to push her tongue deep within the moist folds of my pussy. I groaned and encouraged her by telling her where to lick and how. She was very good at following directions and in no time she had found my clit and was eagerly sucking and nibbling on it.

Mike had come back out into the yard and was relaxing in the nearest chair. He was smiling at me as I rode my little slut. My hands were alternating between pinching her nipples and my own. Soon my little moans of ecstasy were filling the air. In fact, I was so lost in my pleasure I didn’t notice the two men that entered the yard. I rode hard as Rose’s tongue pushed into my pussy and fucked me. My juices were flowing freely and I rocked to a wonderful orgasm. My screams of passion echoed through the yard until I collapsed after cumming very hard.

“Nice show,” said a male voice that wasn’t Mike’s.

I looked up to see two guys from the gas company standing there. Mike jumped up and put his shorts on and went over to them.

“This is a private party,” he said firmly.

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Droplets of water race down the window pane as I bet on which one will reach the bottom first. The mood outside is ominous and dark as hell during one of those summer thunderstorms that always seems to come and go in a hurry. The sound of rain pattering against the roof reminds me of you and I press my fingers against the glass trying to conjure up your image with some sort of magic, to see you again like I did that day. Lightning streaks across the sky, chased by a crash of thunder that rips through the house so loudly I’m startled from my reverie. It wasn’t like this that day. That was a gentle rain.

The clouds hadn’t even whispered of precipitation yet when you walked up my steps and knocked on the door. Even your knock was polite, tentative. I answered the door in a simple black dress that stretched over my curves and pushed up my breasts, offering up what was off-limits to you. A very special key hung down between them on a silver chain. My long auburn hair was left to flow in tousled waves down my back and I finished it off with a classic red lipstick. I could tell you appreciated the view by the glance that flicked up and down my body before you cast your eyes down to the floor. Carefully you took off your hat and boots and set them where I’d instructed you the first time you’d come to submit to me. They were western style like your shirt and blue jeans. Marks of the cowboy culture you grew up in. It hurt to know that you hated this part of yourself you shared with me in private. That even though well educated, you thought yourself to be less of a man and a pervert, maybe you even thought I was one too. I always hoped that when you took off your hat you’d let all that macho bullshit go with it, but this was the fifth time you’d visited me and I could see that you were still struggling with yourself.

Although your head was bowed like the true submissive you are, you stood with fists clenched and your lips pressed together in a line, closed off behind your brick wall. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up in an evil smile. I’d be opening you up and reading you like a book after what I had planned today. This was going to be fun.

“Come on pet,” I nodded my head towards the living room, using the name I’d given you to set the tone. You followed my command obediently and scampered into the living room after me. I told you to stand in the middle of the room as I relaxed on the couch, watching you.

“Strip and kneel for inspection.” You knew the drill by this time and quickly removed your clothes, piling them neatly on an armchair and got into a kneeling position with your knees spread wide apart, displaying your arousal and discomfort locked in a metal chastity cage between your legs. I had to admit as I got up and walked around you that entering into your mid-thirties you were a handsome male specimen, with a full head of dark hair and big brown puppy dog eyes. A five o’clock shadow had just started to grow in, which made you look a little more rugged and a patch of dark chest hair to match trailed down your belly into your groin. I made a mental note that your posture was finally improving to my liking now that you were sitting up straight very nicely today with your fingers laced behind your head. I giggled internally at the fingernails which I’d had you paint black this morning, not to feminize you. I liked you looking stereotypically masculine. It’s gratifying to see the picture of male virility squirm and whimper and give themselves over completely to a dominant woman. But the nail polish was a reminder of what lay under that macho façade. I liked to have you decorated like that. It looked cute. Plus, it embarrassed you to no end, which I’m sure we both ultimately enjoyed.

I let you wait for a moment and then paced slowly around you a few times looking for corrections to be made and letting you sweat a little. Finally, I stopped in front of you and leaned down, giving an easy view down my cleavage, tapping gently on the cage gripping your cock and balls so painfully, now that it was growing and leaking out pre-cum.

“Aawww is my sweet pet getting all excited?”

“Yes ma’am,” you murmured. There was a slight trembling running though your body which could be attributed to nerves or excitement or both.

“I bet that cage hasn’t been very much fun this week. Did you learn your lesson after what happened last week?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Who does this cock belong to?” I asked and pulled on your cage, stretching your already aching member, pulling it closer to myself.

“It’s yours Ma’am,” you groaned. I saw you wince but you held your position.

“That’s right. It belongs to me and so does all of your pleasure and all of that cum rolling around in your balls right now. So, are you going to ask permission to cum for me?”

“Yes Ma’am,” you whimpered through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know if I believe you. I think you might like wearing that cage a little too much.”

“Please mistress, promise I’ll be good for you. I will ask. I’ll be bağcılar escort good.” You were blushing already and stumbling over those words. Apparently you were desperate enough to beg without being prompted. You’d admitted to me during our last session in a heated moment begging wasn’t something that came easily to you but it made you incredibly aroused. Adorable.

“Good boy,” I crooned and dropped the metal cage which retreated back immediately in relief. I petted your thick soft, dark hair like I might do to soothe a scared puppy, which wasn’t that far off from what you were then, my pet.

You closed your eyes and relaxed ever so slightly into my hand.

Enough of that. It was time to get you properly warmed up. I pulled my hand away and brought out your collar and cuffs. I hadn’t collared you officially yet, but it was incredibly erotic to see you with the thick metal locked around your wrists, ankles and neck. Each was a simple but thick stainless-steel number with an O-ring attached. After you were all dressed up to my liking I ordered you to bend over a very special ottoman in the living room which had cast iron legs, perfect for locking your wrists and ankles down and keeping you immobilized. A towel was placed under your hips to raise them up slightly and a chain underneath your chin attached to the ottoman so that you couldn’t raise your head up.

“You’re looking very slutty, face down, ass up like that pet,” I whispered into your ear, caressing my hands over your pale, smooth cheeks. Your head dipped down as your face turned red, I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle at your evident humiliation. There was one more thing to do before we really got started. I pulled the key for your chastity cage from around my neck and unlocked you, slowly wriggling your sad, tortured dick out of its prison. What had been trying (painfully) to get hard since you arrived sprang to attention. I ran my sharp fingernails gently down the underside and was rewarded with a gasping shudder from you.

“We’re going to start with the flogger today,” I called out. I walked around to your head and grabbed a handful of that beautiful dark hair, pulling back as far as the chain attached to your collar would allow.

“Kiss it,” I ordered. You pressed your full lips to the handle and I had an evil idea.

“Lick it.” As you stuck that long, slick tongue out, I pressed the end of the handle into your mouth which you promptly tried to bite down on.

“Open, stick out your tongue,” I demanded, “This hole belongs to me too.” You complied and I pushed the leather handle in and out a few times until I heard a gagging noise and I saw your eyes tear up. It made me think of another object that I’d eventually be making you gag on, but that was for a later date.

“Good boy.” I walked around to your backside again looking so vulnerable and unspoiled. Dragging the soft leather tendrils from the back of your neck all the way down your back until it tickled across your balls, making you sigh in pleasure. I did this a few times until the first hit thwacked across your skin. A steady rhythm formed until the only sounds were the crack of the flogger on your back and the rattling of metal against metal as you writhed in pleasure/pain. The once unblemished canvas was now a bright pink with errant welts here and there.

Eventually I noticed that you were slowly pressing your hard cock into the towel, trying to get some stimulation. I took this opportunity to gently take your shaft into one hand and squeeze lightly. I heard you groan low in your throat. The whipping had made you incredibly needy and it was the perfect time to use my other hand to run a lubed finger around the tight ring between your cheeks. You tensed up. This was the worst of the worst for the macho part of your subconscious. A violation in itself and a violation that you didn’t want to admit you enjoyed. I had done this the previous two times you were here and each time I went slowly, teasing your cock and rimming a slick finger around your hole until you loosened up and I was able to slip a finger or two inside. I had to make sure you were well stretched out and lubed before I went ahead with what I had planned for today. You weren’t allowed to cum just yet but you did make some entertaining noises while I pressed down on the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you and softly stroked your twitching, desperate shaft.

“Oh, does my pet want to cum?”

“Yes ma’am. Please may I cum for you?” you asked hopefully.

“No, pet,” I giggled, “don’t even think about it. I don’t know if I’ll let you cum today.”

You whined and continued to wriggle in your bonds. Next time I looked over at your face your eyes had glazed over and you were breathing deeply, mouth slightly open, staring at a point on the far wall. You might as well not have existed on this planet anymore you had sunken so deep inside yourself. I had thought I would have to use the cane on you as well to bahçelievler escort bring you to that state of euphoria but I could see you were ready now.

Speaking to you in a soft voice I removed the offending fingers from your insides and asked if you were ready to continue. You said “green”, which meant good to go so I carefully unlocked each cuff one by one along with the collar from the metal frame and ordered you to kneel. I went to the kitchen and when I came back with a glass of water I found you still kneeling and rousing a bit, keeping your hands off your cock and on the back of your head like a good boy. After making sure you drank the water, I quizzed you on your safe word and what to do to if you weren’t able to give it verbally. Luckily for you, you passed the quiz with flying colors.

It was time. You were looking a little more concerned than usual since this was the point where we usually ended with some sort of sexual release, but not today. Today this was only the warm up. I had you move your hands for a moment so I could tie a soft blindfold around your eyes. The thick black fabric cut out any light leaving you in darkness. Next a black o-ring gag covered in soft silicone was firmly wedged behind your teeth, holding your mouth open. I saw you shifting your weight a bit on your knees, getting anxious wondering what I would do to you next. Being blind and mute was a delicious mindfuck. A mischievous smile crept up the corners of my mouth.

“Stop fidgeting pet,” I said and gave your balls an encouraging nudge. That stopped the fidgeting but I noticed that you were still more than half erect. After a week trapped in the chastity cage somebody was very happy indeed to be out roaming around. We’ll see if it keeps up in a few minutes. I hooked a chain to the collar as a makeshift leash and ordered you up onto your feet, walking towards the door with you following unsteadily behind me, cock bobbing up and down as you walked. I thought briefly about all the fun ways I could use that swaying meat between your legs or maybe your helpless mouth and tongue. I shook my head to clear those thoughts out, this was going to be worth it. There was a little more resistance on the leash as you heard the patio door open and felt the breeze on your skin.

“Come on pet. Don’t keep me waiting unless you want a punishment.”

You were nervous to be outside even though there was no possible way anyone could see you. The house was situated so far out into the country you could barely find the place. It was surrounded by trees and a large privacy fence. We were alone. I walked you down the concrete path to the square surrounded by green gardens for our activity.

A low concrete slab usually used for a table was setup for a different purpose. In the middle was a large, sturdy metal pole lined with rings and sitting atop a round metal dome. I had to work quickly to get everything just right as dark clouds had moved in fast, threatening rain. I cursed them for making me rush this but decided to go ahead anyways. Unhooking your hands for a moment I helped you up onto the concrete table and over to the pole, clipping your hands behind the metal shaft and trapping you for now. Quickly I produced the three leather belts that would secure your arms together behind you with the metal pole between your shoulder blades and buckled them tightly behind your back, moving quickly. Finally, I helped you to get up onto the metal dome, resting on your knees and frog tied your ankles to your thighs. Using belts instead of ropes helped the process go faster. However I did use one rope around your waist attached to the pole as well, not to hold you up but to make sure you didn’t slide off anywhere you shouldn’t be sliding to. Now that you were restrained I could use a very special attachment that jutted out vertically from the pole.

It was a shaft made up of soft silicon balls that gradually increased in size from one end to the other of which I lubed up and inserted only the very first few inside of you, causing you to inhale sharply and moan. They slid in fairly easy since I had greased you and opened you up already but the farther down the shaft you went the larger the balls became. You were at the highest point of the dome now with all your weight resting on your knees. This could not last very long as you would slip down the surface of the dome, not to mention the pain in your knees would eventually become unbearable. But not to worry, there was a way you could relieve the pressure on your knees. You would just have to let go. Let yourself slip off the dome and when you did you would fall farther onto the shaft being penetrated until finally you reached the bottom and your knees would rest on a soft silicon mat.

I explained this to you very carefully, letting you know what would be happening to you and then like always I gave you a real way out of this predicament. In this case it was a red bouncy ball, the kind you get out of a gumball şirinevler escort machine. I put it into your hands for you to hold onto and drop if you needed to safeword.

“I’m going to have fun watching you now, pet. You know what this ball I put in your hands is for. I decide how long you’ll be here but if there is an emergency or you feel you can’t go on, you need to drop it. Nod if you understand.”

I saw your head nod up and down slightly and walked away to go sit down on the bench to watch you struggle. Everything was secured and now it was up to you how far this would go. Of course I had to remind you of your place but ultimately it was your choice. The only thing holding you here was your desire to please me and be rewarded with my approval. It had only been a couple seconds of watching you get adjusted and pull against the ropes when the rain started. It was a light pattering that dappled the concrete and fell gently with no breeze to drive it. It startled you and I watched you twitch in your bonds and then calm when you realized it was rain falling on you. As it started to come down harder the metal you were resting on became even more slippery. There was nowhere to go except down, but god knows you weren’t going to let that happen without a fight. Your body was rigid as you strained to stay upright and not slip. I had started to regret my decision to do this today despite the rain when the moment changed. It was a subtle shift in the air. The sky darkened a bit, casting an eerie grey light over the world and turning the grass and leaves surrounding the patio an exotic shade of green. Your skin took on a pale, glowing sheen that contrasted against the stark black of the belts holding you tightly. The dark hair on your head and body were stark as the rain wetted it and it became slicked to you, rivulets of water dripping down your chest and legs. The blindfold blocked out everything and the o-ring gag held your mouth open wide. Drool fell from your lips now and mingled with the rainwater as you concentrated on your predicament.

I didn’t notice the water soaking my clothes as it sluiced down. Frankly, I wouldn’t have noticed if a herd of elephants ran by, I was so transfixed by you. The way your chest rose and fell as you strained against the belts and gravity pulling you down. I forgot to breathe for a few moments as you started to slip, even with the gag and the blindfold I could see on your face you were anxious, not knowing how far up you were exactly and how much bigger the shaft was going to get inside you. In reality it was only about 6 inches total and the silicon attachment was small. You were still fairly inexperienced being penetrated and I didn’t want to harm you. But you didn’t know that. I watched carefully to see that you hadn’t dropped the red ball. It remained clutched in your grip like a prayer.

A deep groan came out of your mouth as the final and widest bulb popped inside of you and your sphincter muscle closed around it, a sigh of relief as your knees rested on the soft mat below, realizing it was done. You looked so gorgeous in that moment, helpless with your arms behind your back, yet strong like a living statue. Though you were serving me I felt an adoration towards you for giving me the gift of your submission. I could have sat there watching you for much longer with the water dripping down your naked chest but the temperature had started to drop and it was time to end this.

I walked over to you quietly and placed my hand against your chest, startling you, making the shaft pull on your insides. My hands were warm from being in my pockets and I ran that warmth down your body, stopping to cup your balls. You lost it and groaned when I sucked each hardened nipple into my mouth and licked water from your chest.

I held you close to my warm body, gripping your hardening cock and whispered into your ear.

“My pet is so excited he must love that big thing shoved up his tight little asshole.”

All you could do was whimper as I teased my warm hands all over your body.

“You’ve done very well today and pleased me. I want you to cum for me,” I said and sucked the entire length of your cold length into my hot, slippery mouth, making you shudder. I pulled off of you just as quickly.

“However, I am enjoying watching you. If you can stay up here for ten more minutes I’ll let you cum right now, if not, we can stop everything and I’ll let you come down but no cumming. Nod yes or no.”

I could see you debating whether you’d be able to stay up here another ten minutes with the cold and the strain on your knees. I grinned as you slowly nodded your head up and down. Pulling off the blindfold so you could watch I bobbed my head up and down your hard member and massaged your balls. Judging from how tight they were it wouldn’t taking long for you to finish. It turned me on to no end watching you struggle to keep yourself still while I worked you. Any movement pulled on the thick shaft impaling you so all you could do was hold yourself still, letting out pathetic moans and whimpers through the gag, completely at my mercy. As I felt you twitch deep down in your balls, I pulled my mouth away and began to squeeze with both hands, milking the thick white seed spilling out of you. Sucking in a huge breath, you came silently, choking on the ecstasy until you couldn’t take anymore and I let go.

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Time passed. Considerable time. Bella was a physical-comer for sure, but also a sexual athlete who must have been waiting for this moment for the longest time. She just kept coming, and Victoria just kept pushing that wide open Black cunt back and forth through endless vaginal and clitoral orgasms. Zach and I were astonished, and though I had intended to only hold his cock to hold him back, now I worried that my son was going to blow that load in his Khakis. I unzipped them, pulled them and his white silk panties down, and let that Black wonder out. It was standing up straight, as I leaned over to just lick off the pre-come, suddenly I just plain needed that Black cock head in my mouth. I needed his load. I jacked the shaft from the base up to his glans, he moaned his approval loudly, very loudly. With Black cock my mouth, I looked at Bella in her rapture, and at that moment her eyes opened and met mine. Though her body was still shaking through wave after wave, the sight must have moved her to another level.

“Oh Master, how beautiful, sucking your son’s Black cock while your wife can’t stop her virgin face-fuck of my Black cunt.” she said with voice left horse from trying to talk through her own ongoing orgasm. Victoria would not stop driving it, so that six-pack of rippling muscles continued to shake Bella’s body, our eyes still locked and her eyes said, “Suck that cock, let your son feed you while watching the show.”

Zach’s eyes were also locked on Bella’s, and his words and his come were for her. “I’m almost there dad, a couple more strokes, I am going to unload watching Bella come from Victoria’s cunt suck. Oh God Daddy, here you go, I love to feed you!” And here it came, I gulped and swallowed, wanting his white milkshake all for myself, and also not wanting a drop to hit his clothes. I sucked and sucked, his hips bucking, and Zach screaming, “Bella, come you cunt, I’m coming with you. I’m feeding my Daddy!”

Time passed, and the drama on the couch slowed down as did Zach massive unloading. I love taking his load, would take it anytime and anywhere. I worshipped that cock, and incredible as the Bella and Victoria-show had been as the initial dramatic motivation, I needed no motivation to service that Black monster. Zach’s feeding of his dad, was always the ultimate form of tribute.

With all action at a halt, the four humans in the room in silent bliss, Atticus came over to me to suggest that he now deserved attention. I stood up, dusted myself off hoping I hadn’t ruined my wardrobe or Zach’s. I spoke to the room as the Master of this domain. “Bella, Victoria, you two were a wonder like I have never seen. That was some appetizer before our dinner, and I got a massive appetizer of my own from my son Zach. Thank you all. I’ve got to take Atticus out, get yourselves freshened up, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes and I think we’re all ready for dinner!” And with that, I was out the door with Atticus.

I nice early evening walk, fresh air, and a happy dog. All the while, I was knowing that two beautiful woman and Zach would be all spruced-up and back into their dinner attire, probably with coffee brewing and dinner on the table. What a dinner conversation this was going to produce.

I walked in to exactly what I had hoped for, two bright-eyed beauties looking like a million bucks and a handsome Zach, dark roast Sumatra in the air and the table set. Victoria had put Bella’s flowers and vase at the center of the table, her top-secret gift wrapped for Bella sitting next to it. This was going to be fun.

“Hello everyone, you all look absolutely great, happy and well-fucked–at least for the moment,” I said with a laugh. “Let’s eat, and I can’t wait to hear how that stunning surprise theater went from each of your perspectives, Victoria and Bella. That it also produced a feeding for me from Zach, shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it was an appetizer from heaven for me!”

As we began to eat and drink, the first words came from Bella, “I’ve had dreams, and fantasies, and a week of masturbating through possible scenarios for this evening, but the bonding love fuck between me and gorgeous Victoria topped my own imagination. Good God, then toward the end, to see my Master worshipping Zachery’s Black cock took me to yet another level. I feel blessed. I love you Victoria, your sexual appetite matched my own. Thank you for that unprecedented welcoming into your home and family. ‘Girl’ we are in sync and you are a vision!”

Victoria blushed, as Bella got up and leaned down to kiss her. Victoria kissed back saying, “My pleasure Bella, what a blessing you are to me. I had no idea what lesbian-sex could be, my God look what I have been missing. Thank you!” She raised a glass, I think it was just water, to a toast to Bella, then to all. Dinner was underway.

Between bites, Bella, opened-up addressing all, “With Zachery, or with you Master, I am a sub. Period. My primary sexuality recognized in my teens, so that is mecidiyeköy escort my historically preferred role, for reasons I am happy to discuss anytime. I have always liked being owned, dominated, restrained, bound, used even abused by a man, or men, who I love and trust. Not an easy thing to come by, so I am the one feeling blessed by the obvious potential here!” She paused and continued, “In the more recent past, when I played exclusively with women, we played as equals. Exactly as in this little interlude, or prelude, with you Victoria. The grace of two women loving and sharing equally. Maybe a bit like the way Zachery has described you Master, and he, topping at one moment and bottoming at the next. Though of course, as he has reminded me in our many conversations, there is only one Daddy in this house, so I address you as Master, or Dom, or anyway you instruct me to address you. To me, you are my Master, and I am your sub to be used and abused, in-role! BDSM lets me let-go entirely!”

“Thank you Bella, what a wonderful sharing. As discussed with Zach, Cal is just fine, and absolutely the way to reference or address me in public or around our families. Inside, and surely when consciously in BDSM role-play, it is nothing but cool to call me Master or Dom or Daddy. Zach often uses dad. That said, when you whispered ‘My Master’ I know you felt my cock jump against you. I loved it! My life as a dominant, and that goes back to my early twenties, came about just by observing what made me hard. Like you, I have played with all sorts of gear to communicate graphically that truth, but I have also found that I feel great power simply in the use of my voice. I’m a writer. My words carry implicit and explicit authority, as Zach learned quickly. The bottomline with me is that power over another, willingly given, driven by good clean dirty talk is hot. So no formal rules, you dear may address me as you feel appropriate. I am so lucky that Zach brought you to us, and that our collective histories meld so well. I am indeed honored to be called your Master. Thank you Bella!” I paused and continued, “In the future, I expect we’ll all move smoothly from role to role. We are all very lucky!”

“Bella, a quick final word on the subject, for the moment,” I said with some humor. “I know you are quite an advanced sub, but no matter what your other Dom or Doms have demanded of you or taught you, I am only able to be true to myself. For now to be clear, I will direct you mostly with my words, though in time I suspect we’ll both want to play with gear. Collars, cuffs, ball-gags, all sorts of leather wear, and of course the riding crop. I bet you packed some of your own toys, maybe even a spreader-bar, in a leather satchel in your trunk. Is that true?”

She laughed, amazed, “Oh Master, you know me so well, so fast. I’ve been planning all week, and pulled out quite a few pieces of old BDSM gear, and yes they are in a leather satchel in my trunk. Even Zachery didn’t know, but somehow you did. Please trust that from this point on, you are as I hoped and said when you helped me out of my car. You are ‘My Master,’ and the only Daddy in this house. How lucky that it is with your love, respect, and sensitivity that Zachery is ready to own me.”

Zach jumped in, “Dad and mom, God are we lucky. We are all young in this amazing family, nothing but incredible new experiences ahead. Just look at how fast Bella and Victoria fell into an incredible lesbian-fuck. Ditto for what happened to you and me dad, and after all that worry about what would happen when Victoria came back from California, nothing but love and acceptance.”

Victoria, having become a practicing bisexual in one early evening, was hungry to step in. “I’m nuts for you Zach, and when you talk dirty and call me your mother, my cunt gushes. All Bella had to do was want me, touch me, and I was ready to do what I never believed I could or would. Like Cal said about Zach, ‘I kissed a man and I liked it,’ playing on the Katy Perry song. Well wow, when I kissed you Bella, it is a dramatic understatement to say ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it.’ Truth is I loved it.” Victoria paused, “I loved the flower arrangement you brought me Bella, please let’s take a moment and open what I bought for you. For us, actually.”

With that she handed the wrapped box to Bella, saying, “When at play, the boys adopted a uniform of sorts, their heavy white terrycloth bathrobes and women’s silk panties, Cal in black and Zach in white. Cocks always hanging out a leg, Zach’s cock a proverbial third-leg. I was obviously having fantasies about who you might be, and went to Victoria’s Secret, not for predictable lingerie that we’d probably both prefer in leather from the Stockroom but for something casual in the spirit of the boys casual approach. Hangout gear. I had no idea you’d be in a sleek red dress tonight, but I wanted us to be twin ‘girls’ and chose red for both beşiktaş escort of us. I hope you like it.”

Bella opened the box and pulled out a matching pair of red tights and red tops, almost exercise outfits, but in this case to be worn hanging out together with the boys. She squealed, “How cool Victoria, I obviously love red, and our bodies will accent this tight fit in perfectly different ways. You breasts and nipple rings sticking out, God I love the feel of them against my chest, as I said ‘you are a vision girl.’ My breasts will challenge the material and make my torture-loving nipples hard as rocks, we’ll see how they fit and don’t fit. Possibly like Zach’s ‘third-leg’ hanging out of those panties. Shall we model them together for the boys?”

I jumped in, “I am loving your formal dresses, but seeing how easily you both get in and out of them, I insist on a fashion show. Victoria kept this a secret from me and I am tickled big time. I love tights pulled up and delivering a favorite of mine, Camel-toes turn me on. And you’re right Bella, these tops will do very different things to the beautiful and beautifully different breasts of each of you. The contrast will be exquisite! I am going to smoke a joint while you change, and by the way, Bella do you enjoy pot or shall we get a bottle of wine out for you and Zach–and likely for Victoria too?”

“I love legal marijuana, thank you Washington State, but for Zach’s sake I’ll stick with wine. Let’s all hope he’s out of the Navy in a few months.” Bella answered.

Victoria immediately said, “I’ll do both. But right now Bella, let’s go to Zach’s master suite and get changed together. Zach, get the wine ready and we’ll all come back together in a few minutes. I’ll join you for some pot later Cal!”

Clearly this gesture by Victoria, the informality of it after the extreme lesbian-sex theater and then the heartfelt sharing about our respective sexualities that had just taken place over dinner, struck a note that said fun. It was light-hearted and playful. Exactly what was needed. When I came back to the kitchen after smoking my joint and had changed into my ‘uniform,’ though this time I kept on my black long-sleeved silk under shirt with crew-neck to go with my black silk panties. Zach the wonder boy had things all cleaned up after dinner, wine and glasses out, and thank goodness though he had taken his jacket off his Khakis and blue shirt looked perfect. I had swallowed every single drop of come. So we boys were waiting for our fashion show, knowing that he too would get in uniform before long. He had also turned up the Blues, helping to set the stage.

We two went into the living room, sat on the red couch matching my red Prada slippers and what was to come. Zach set out three full wine glasses on the coffee table. We were ready, I was mildly high and hard, being the only one who hadn’t come yet this evening. Zach always hard as a mater of course. We heard the giggling and here came our playful girls enjoying themselves. Bella was right about the way the stretch fabric would accent each of them, especially at the breast level, but the giggles I think were camel-toe related. The red was gorgeous against Victoria’s ultra white skin and hair, and equally dazzling against Bella’s shiny Black hair and more voluptuous body.

As before, they were holding hands, and hearing the Blues at increased volume, both sashayed to the beat playfully each picking up their glasses of wine. They hugged, and moved around in a pirouette of sorts, giving us a full three-sixty perspective. Both were stunning, and their similarities and contrasts making it all the more so. They were gorgeous together. Zach stood with his wine glass, and hugged them both, running his hands over their exposed bodies feeling-up their camel-toes and breasts. As the Master of this house, I was in no hurry to do anything but be hard and happy. And I intended to see Zach take Bella as a dominant man, taking whatever he wanted, the main event was to be their first real fuck and he would surely take her ass. I couldn’t wait.

I whispered to Zach, “With them out of your bathroom, go freshen-up and change into your bathrobe and white silk panties. It’s time for you to take Bella for real!” He knew what that meant and was gone in a second. In his absence, I stood up and joined the girls, examined them, feeling them up thoroughly, purposefully rude–as expected, in-role. The red fitness tights were tight, Victoria’s nipple-rings and clit-ring showing up in detail. Bella’s breasts overpowered the outfit barely containing her breasts, and giant erect nipples. I kissed both of them, kissed and played with their nipples–roughly with Bella’s testing for her tolerance to pain. Tolerance was not the word, she wanted as much roughness as I wanted to give.

I stood behind Bella for a moment, pulling her toward me cupping both breasts, her back arching and her bubble etiler escort butt pressed into my hard cock. For a moment I opened my bathrobe and pulled it around her, she was my captive and I whispered in her ear, “Consider yourself ‘bound’ Bella. Reach back and cup your Master’s cock and balls.” She did, handling me through my black silk panties. I dropped my hands and cupped her swollen pussy, it felt great. I handled it roughly emboldening her to also being rough as my cock came out of the panties. “Oh Bella, what a great cunt you are, I can’t wait to watch with Victoria–as Zach takes you.” Only a quiet moan, as she pulled down on my cock, arching her back even more, as I pulled at her now-widely spread camel-toe.

My intimate whispering in her ear continued, “When Zach comes back, by any name he will be your Dom, give him everything he demands, and know that he will take your butt. His cock is the most beautiful I have ever seen, that head is a mouthful as you already know. But wow, when he pops through and you feel his balls slapping you, it is a fullness you likely have never experienced. It is incredible. I have taken it, how glorious. I unloaded in torrents on the bed while he filled me with his monster load. We both passed-out. I woke up because I felt him getting hard again inside me, and he fucked me yet again. Victoria has taken it, and it changed her view of all things anal. Her first anal orgasm. Tonight you’ll take it. Zach is such a wonderful man to know and love. That such a beautiful man was also born with that cock, what a gift!”

Bella purred “I agree and I can’t wait. As you say Master, I will give your son anything and everything he wants. He can just take it, I will submit. Period! I want him to own me, that is my only need. You are such a kind and loving Master. Thank you!”

“Good cunt!” I said, “Stand and wait for him to come and take you. Victoria and I will watch, talk dirty, and you know I will do whatever I please! When Zach is through with you, I’ll use you, rudely dumping my load on top of his, and I’ll stay in your butt for my often endless tantric NEMO orgasms. My cock has a mind of its own, and it will go nuts in your butt.”

“Yes Master,” Bella responded, “Your son is the man I have been waiting for. As for you, of course, whatever you need or want, it is yours for the taking!”

I heard Zach coming from his bedroom, and stepped back turning Bella to face him, I welcomed him, “Son, Bella is waiting and ready for you. I’m going to sit down and play with Victoria, and watch you take this cunt. Come and get your girl, she loves you, love her back and own her!”

Victoria had positioned herself on a love seat, facing the couch. I joined her with a kiss and slide my hand into her tights, straight into her dripping pussy.

Zach and Bella embraced and kissed deeply and lovingly, each stroking the other’s body, studying the terrain they had both only dreamed of. Bathrobe open, Zach’s cock was hard and long since outside his white silk panties, now being pulled on by a hungry Bella. “Drop to your knees cunt, time for a proper introduction to your man’s cock,” Zach growled. She dropped to her knees on the Berber, pulling that Black beast down to face it, admire it, study it. She saw it for the first time, fully unleashed, not like a blow-job in the car. She stroked the entire length of the shaft, base to just under the glans, and as I had she marveled at that huge open come hole and fucked it with her tongue. Then the whole head, a mouthful all by itself, sucking and stroking that long Black shaft toward her. She was an experienced cock-sucker, but this was no ordinary cock as she pushed her face forward, testing what depth she could handle. Zach took hold of her head and pushed her deeper, right to the point where another inch and he’d be in her throat. She paused, breathed, relaxed, and he was in. That critical threshold had been passed, and in seconds his huge balls were slapping her chin, and her face was flat against his pelvis.

“Good girl Bella,” Zach said in what was now a soft but demanding, controlling, voice. “I’m going to fuck your cunt face and throat, open up, and take it knowing I am in heaven feeding you my whole cock.” Of course no words from Bella, she was full of cock, and took it all the way without so much as a momentary gag. Flat against his abs, the Black beast somewhere deep inside her, she opened her eyes and looked up at Zach looking down. Victoria was coming with my hand in her cunt, the Blues were such a perfect audio backdrop to this act of total dominance by Zach, and hungry submission by Bella.

“You are my whore Bella, and I am loving finally beginning to take ownership. I’m going to fuck your face and throat hard now, and explode with my first load deep in your cunt throat.” His demanding voice had turned hoarse almost in a whisper. He threw his head back, pounding that face, out of control. “Her it comes cunt!” His last words for the moment as his body shook, and he pounded her face so hard it almost scared me, his powerful hands holding that head tight as he unloaded. Bella’s body, like Victoria’s, was convulsing in orgasm from this violent dominating intrusion. Just the abuse she needed, and now was gulping and swallowing to contain it all. It was both a shocking scene, and so beautiful.

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Hello

Today’s story is a little different,

I am a boy, but all my actions are like girls, sometimes I feel why I did not become a girl. I am twenty-five, I am in college. My body is different, I have breasts like a girl, the bulge in my chest is heavy, that’s why I always wear tight clothes.

I have a friend named Viraj, I used to come and go to his house, only a few years had passed since Viraj’s mother passed away, now only Viraj and his dad were in Viraj’s house.

Viraj’s dad liked me coming to Viraj’s house, sometimes I would go to Viraj’s house and sometimes Viraj was not home, but Viraj’s dad would talk to me and offer drink tea. Sometimes Viraj’s dad used to touch me here and there but I didn’t say anything.

Actually I felt like I wished I had a girl,

Whenever I saw a handsome or mature man, I felt like touching him or kissing him. At that time there was always something in my ass, I wanted someone to take it. I would immediately come home, go to the bathroom, insert the back of the hair comb into my ass and masturbate, yes, one more thing, my penis never gets erect, there was a crack between my penis and the ass hole, which was visible. It was like a vagina. That means he was a hermaphrodite, in that even gents have vaginas. That means I was a man on the outside but my body structure was that of a girl, and then I came to know that I am a eunuch.

Well let’s move ahead.

What actually happened was that Viraj was going out for two days for project work, I was helping him for luggage packing excetra and went to his house in the afternoon, his dad was also there.

Viraj was a little tensed about how dad will live alone, then I told him not to be tensed, I will come to your house at night, then Viraj’s dad also looked at me.

On the same evening, this happened, I had gone to Viraj’s place for shopping in some shop, it was evening time, Viraj’s dad was with his friends at the naka, I caught sight of Viraj’s dad and he was staring at some other woman. They were scanning every woman passing by from top to bottom with their lusty eyes. At the same time, Viraj’s dad also turned his attention towards me, he hesitated a little out of shyness but I also smiled at him and went away. When I came home, I couldn’t control myself, I took a hair comb, went to the bathroom and started inserting it into my ass, then my other hand went into that hole of mine. i took the same hair comb. When I inserted it into the hole between my penis and ass, I started enjoying it a lot, it felt as if it was a pussy.

I came out immediately fatih escort after a while and the male hermaphrodite.

Then I understood that this is nothing but pussy, watched some knowledge videos and then also watched some videos of liberation in which one man is fucking the pussy of another man. Now I couldn’t control myself, I thought of going and provoking her father, but there was also a fear in my mind that if it doesn’t turn out that way. Now it was about seven in the evening.

Well, what would he have done, his wife had died when he was sixty, Viraj was in college with me and he lived alone at home.

I called Viraj’s house almost like this, said that I will come by 9.30, Viraj’s dad also said yes. Now it was seven o’clock, I told home that Viraj is not there today, so I will stay at his house, only then my mother Said to take this vegetable and Shrikhand also for Viraj’s daddy. I went to Viraj’s house. I also had food and went to Viraj’s house.

Now it was half past nine.

It rained while going, I got quite wet. As soon as Viraj reached home, I gave a box of vegetables and Shrikhand to his dad. Then Viraj’s dad said, “Hey, my food is done, well now that you have brought it, we will eat some later.”

Seeing me wet, Viraj’s dad said, “Drink some tea, I will make tea.” I said, “Yes, that will do.” Viraj’s dad said, “You are quite wet.

Wrap your head and body otherwise you will catch a cold while I make tea.”

Viraj’s house i.e. a hall, bedroom and kitchen was like this, I went into the bedroom, I saw that there was a kitchen in front of the bedroom, a bathroom between the two and a hall on the left.

His flat was on the top floor and there was nothing around it. I went to the bedroom and switched off the lights but forgot to close the door. I took off my shirt, took off my pants and wiped my body completely naked. I closed the door a little and deliberately opened the bazooka glass so that Viraj’s dad’s attention would draw towards me.

Then I looked sideways and saw that Viraj’s dad was watching inside while making tea, I turned a little so that my big breasts could be visible to him. There was dim light, then Viraj

Daddy came inside, I covered my breasts in panic and stood upside down. He said tea is ready.

I went out wearing normal clothes, we were on the sofa, we started talking while drinking tea. Suddenly the electricity went off but there was an inverter in the house. During our conversation, Viraj’s dad brought up the topic of his wife and became çapa escort emotional.

Then I went near her and started caressing her. While caressing, Viraj’s dad placed his hand on my cheeks and kissed my lips and said, “Something is happening to me after seeing you, today I am feeling lonely.”

I said, “Uncle, don’t think like that, today I am with you.” Viraj’s dad said, “Yes, but there are some shortcomings, how to fulfill them.” I said, “Uncle, I know what you need, which I understand from your perspective.” I am done, I will give you all that but this matter should remain only between us.” We did not even realize when it was 11:30 while we were talking. I said “Uncle, today I will give you the pleasure of wife but I will need some things for it” Viraj’s dad said “What?” I said “I need women’s clothes like saree etc” he immediately said. “Come with me”, he took me to the bedroom, opened a cupboard, it contained all his wife’s clothes, got them” Then I said, “Now it’s 11:30, I’ll meet you at 12, till then you watch TV, use your mobile.” Keep it with me, I will call you as soon as I get ready.” Viraj’s dad also agreed.

I wore Viraj’s mother’s bra, blouse and saree, applied lipstick, nail polish,

While coming, I brought colorful bangles and a wig with long hair. I wore that too, wore a bindi and took a veil on my head as if I looked like a newlywed bride.

Then I called from my mobile and told Viraj’s dad. “Listen, do what I say, empty kitchen light Keep them on, turn off all the other lights, keep only the dim lights on and sit on the sofa chair in front of you.” He did the same.

Then I went to the kitchen, took a cup of tea and went to the outside room. Now Viraj’s dad was sitting in front of me. I kept the cup of tea on the table and Hawa stood close to the wall behind it. I was wearing a transparent saree. Seeing her bulges, Viraj’s father stood up and came towards me and said, “Hey Kadamba, you look like a woman.” I said, “First of all, stop calling me by name and call me any woman. Give me the name” Then he said “Okay then your name today will be Kadambari, which was my wife’s name”

Immediately we went to the bedroom, he took off all his clothes and became naked, I was shocked to see his big penis. Then he removed my veil, opened my blouse, started pressing and sucking my breasts and kissed me. When he removed my saree, he was completely shocked. I said “Uncle Listen, don’t be afraid, actually I am a transgender, please don’t tell this to anyone”

Daddy immediately said güngören escort “No, from today you are not a transgender, you are my wife” He made me lie down and started digging with his penis in the vagina-like hole between my penis and the hole of my ass. He ejaculated in a short while.

Then we slept like that.

After two-three hours, Uncle was in the mood again.

Now it was 4 o’clock at night.

I said, “Shall we have some tea?”

Uncle said, “Yes, why not? Sure.”

We went to the kitchen and had tea.

Now I knew that his intention was to fuck my ass. Today, for the first time, i was going to fuck my ass from my friends dad, that too at 4 in the morning.

While drinking tea, Uncle once again put his hand on my ass and started caressing my balls.

I stopped for a while, I said, “Wait Uncle.”

Uncle said, “Tell me what happened.”

I said, “A woman is incomplete without marriage.”

Uncle said, “Yes, so tell me, what should I do?”

I said, “Uncle, will you marry me?”

Uncle said, “I accept you as my wife.” Then uncle brought a Sindoor box and

filled my hair with Sindoor and then said, “Now you are my wife, you have to perform the duties of a wife.”

Then we went to the bedroom. Now we were on the bed. First we kept sucking each other, then I took uncle’s cock in my mouth and aroused him further.

Then uncle turned me around.

Uncle said “Now turn around, put this pillow in your mouth and become a doggy!”

I became a doggy. Then uncle pounded his cock, and at the same time he pounded my asshole and made my ass sticky.

He gave a jerk and I screamed in pain. Then he brought oil and put oil in my balls and made my ass even stickier.

As soon as I took the pillow in my mouth, uncle inserted his entire cock in my ass in one go.

I started screaming in pain, I could not scream because of the pillow. Uncle started fucking my ass slowly.

We were fucking in doggy style.

In a short while I started enjoying it. Now uncle was my husband, yes, my husband increased his speed to full.

I was feeling pain but I started enjoying it too. Uncle increased his speed and suddenly stopped and put the full weight of his penis on me.

And after some time he ejaculated in my ass.

Uncle’s semen was entering my ass. I was feeling the sticky semen in my ass.

I also got tired and fell down. Then uncle and I both slept in each other’s arms.

In the morning I woke up late and I saw that my husband means Viraj’s father whom I call uncle was sleeping next to me. I changed my clothes and then slept.

After some time I came to my house.

This way my friend Viraj’s dad made me his wife completely.

After that whenever we met we lived like husband and wife.

But now I am in search of a new cock, if anyone wants to fuck my ass then contact me.

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My wife Liz and I were married for 18 years- we had a gaggle of kids and I thought that even at 42 she was still the sexiest woman I had ever met. That being said, other than once every few years liking being tied to the bed post, sex was good, but pretty vanilla. She thought doggy was being kinky- we’d 69 only when she was feeling really wild.

One day she was snuggling with me on the couch when she asked if I still wanted to try anal. I had brought it up when we had first started dating over 20 years earlier and she said no way, never. so I never brought it up again.

She told she wanted to try it, but I needed to go slowly. She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to our bedroom. She had a bottle of Astroglide on the nightstand. We both stripped our clothes off and she dropped to her knees and began to blow me. When I was really hard, she said, “Ok, let’s try this.”

She got on the end of the bed on her hands and knees with her face bağcılar escort on the comforter. I put some lube on a finger and slid it into her ass. When she was well lubed, I lubed my cock and I put the head against her butt.

I pushed the cock head into her butt. She started the breathing exercises she learned while pregnant and told me to continue. I suggested she start to masterbate, she did. I pushed in a couple of more inches. She started cumming and yelled for me to push in deeper. I pushed my 6 inches fully in and she came again.

I pulled all but the head out and she started pushing back onto my cock. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and started pumping in and out of her ass. She started cumming again and began to squeeze muscles the muscles in her ass- almost pulling me in deeper. I gave one deep push and started cumming- causing her to cum again.

I collapsed onto bahçelievler escort her back and we layed there as my cock softened and fell out of her ass with a pop. She suggested we shower together to clean up and when we got back to bed to go to sleep she apologized for making me wait so long.

The next morning she woke me up with a bj- when she saw I was awake she asked if I wanted to fuck her ass again. I said of course- she got in position and told me to use spit- not lube. I went to lick her ass and she said no, just spit on her and fuck her. I did as I was told and gave her a good spit then pushed my cock in. She pushed back so I was fully inside her. She said she wanted to lay flat and to fuck her hard.

I started to pump in and out as fast and hard as I could- she kept moaning to give it to her- to punish her. I spanked her ass a few times and after only a few minutes I pushed şirinevler escort in deep and came.

A few years later, after we had divorced, I found the journal she kept, she left it behind when she moved out. I was about to put it in a box of other stuff she had left when I decided to read a little bit.

it turns out that she had been cheating on me with a coworker. She started feeling guilty, so she decided to give me something to both make it up to me and to punish her. She enjoyed the anal with the lube too much, so she decided to try spit to see how that was. Turned out she enjoyed the pain from that too.

For about 3 years she would fuck this guy after work or during lunch, then would offer her ass to me as penance. One night she came home from going for drinks with coworkers and she confessed. I asked if she had fucked him before coming home, she had. I pushed her down on the sofa, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties off. then I went in and are the creampie making her cum. I then put my cock into her wet pussy to get it wet, then I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and slid my cock into her ass. I was so turned on that I came on my second pump.

After a couple of her cheating and giving up her butt afterwards, she cheated with a woman and decided that she was a lesbian.

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Once I met my previous company colleague Ajay in a seminar hosted by a big company in Taj hotel Mumbai.

We have been recollecting our previous company time and how we enjoyed working together in past.

I was in technical department and Ajay was working for sales under his female sales boss Ms. Rashmi Patil.

Rashmi was a dam beautiful lady of 42 then. She was of wheatish complexion and had a beautiful face black curly hair till her waist, pointed 36 breast 29 waist and 42 size heavy protruded buttocks. She normally used to ware sarees. But she was very strict and was rude with her subordinates. Very particular about sales target achievement.

Obviously when we were recollecting our past how can we forget the lady which was a heavy crush for all of us males that time.

Ajay was sad when I asked about Rashmi. He told me that she has stopped working in corporate, and now staying in home and started small tuition classes etc. I was surprized and asked Ajay why she did so… because she was very much perfect in her job and had a very good reputation in market for her sales expertise. Then Ajay told that she had a very bad incident with her few years back.

Then the story what he said about Rashmi was very disheartening for me too..

Few years back Rashmi went to attended a corporate event in Delhi. There she met a guy Thakur who had worked with her in past. Thakur actually had to leave job because of Rashmi’s bad appraisal report. Hence Thakur always had a bad impression about Rashmi. Thakur and Rashmi were both staying in same hotel. It was a five-star Hotel.

When Thakur saw Rashmi in the event he planned to take revenge and started talking to Rashmi in very polite manner. Rashmi asked him also that why he is not angry with her then Thakur said Ma’am.. It was not your fault, I was only not capable. What you did then was good. After I had to leave the job from your company, I did additional courses and did lot of hard work to become a good employee. If you had not given me bad remarks, I would never have realised and couldn’t have corrected myself.

For my today’s success, you are the reason Ma’am.. fındıkzade escort then how can I be angry with you..

Rashmi was very much impressed with Thakur’s open heartedness, and throughout the event they were together.

Thakur was however planning something else.

In the evening Thakur invited her to join the dinner in a restaurant of that same five-star hotel.

Rashmi accepted and reached the table at about 8pm. Thakur was already waiting for her after preparing a favourite drink for Rashmi. He knew Rashmi’s favourite drink since he had worked with her before. Rashmi was very much impressed with Thakur’s sweet gesture.

They ordered starters and food altogether.

While discussing on present and past events they both were enjoying the drinks.

However, thakur had already done what he planned to do.

He mixed a special liquid in her drink which would make her week and more drowsier so she will loose strength to protest and assault.

After the drinks and foods, Rashmi tried to get up but couldn’t balance.. Thakur caught her by supporting her with one hand on her back and one on her breast.

And immediately said sorry and made her to sit back on the chair.

Later he asked her if he can help her to drop her in her room. She agreed..

Then Thakur holding her by her waist took her to her room..

In the room Rashmi fell on the bed.. and then Thakur went and closed the door and came back near her. And fell beside her and started kissing her lips.

“Ohh.. no.. don’t..” she uttered. But Thakur started smooching her while very roughly squeezing her boobs.

Don’t worry Ma’am… no one will come to know… and I know you need this right now… Rashmi was not able to protest as the drink made her very week.

And Thakur taken full control of her body..

He turned her towards him and tightly holding her with one hand he was smooching her and at the same time.. with other hand he started squeezing her big buttocks very roughly from abover her saree…

“No Thakur.. please.. don’t do this… aaahh..”

Don’t aksaray escort worry my lovely MadamJi..!! Let me make you happy today.. Hey Ma’am..!! You know why I was not able to concentrate on my job when I was working with you..? because I used to always dream about you.. your these big buttocks.. I am fan of your ass Madam.. and today I will fuck you in your ass Madam… today I will fulfil my long time fantasy Madam.. I always wanted to fuck your ass Rashmi Madam..

Noo… please thakur.. leave me… I can’t… please.. this is wrong.. ufff… ahhhh… Rashmi was pleading requesting him to leave.. But Thakur was not listening her..

Thakur started removing her Saree underskirt and panty and his own cloths too…

In next 10 minutes Rashmi Madam was left with only her blouse and Thakur was fully naked. He had a 9 inch cock.

By looking at Takhur’s 9 inches long and 2 inches thick tool, Rashmi was horrified and ran to washroom.. Thakur followed her and caught her before she could close the door. Thakur pushed her then and made her sleeping on the washroom’s floor facing her down and claimed oh her body from behind and started smashing and mauling her big buttocks.

“Oh… Madam.. what an ass you have Madam.. since many years I have this fantasy and now I will fuck your ass till I am satisfied.. be ready now.. Madam..”

Saying this Thakur placed his thick cock head at the entrance of her asshole and with full force entered the bubbled head of his thick cock in Rashmi Madam’s anus.

AHHHH….. OOOOHHHHH… MMMMAAAA…. Rashmi cried out in severe pain of first ever penetration in her tight anus.. Rashmi started squirming in pain and started crying and screaming … aaahhh… thakur please…. Take it out please… I am dying due to pain… please… no one done this with me before.. please Thakur.. leave me.. please… aaaahhhh…. Ooooohhhhh…. Nnnnooooo…. Pleassss….

Thakur whispered in her ear while licking and shucking her earlobes.. ‘how can I leave you my lovely Madam Ji… its my dream which is turning in to a reality today.. eyüp escort I am fucking my strict and rude but sexy and beautiful Rashmi Madam’s virgin asshole… my strict Madam is crying and I am fucking my rude Rashmi Madam.. my beautiful madam… ohhh… what a heavy soft protruded buttocks you have Madam… I am getting immense pleasure in sodomizing you Madam ji..

Thakur kept on ass fucking Rashmi Madam for 40 minute in this position.. then he got up and forcefully pulled her up and dragged her to the bed.. there he made her to bend down on the bed.. her upper body on bed and legs hanging down touching the floor and in this pose he positioned himself behind her and again entered her asshole in a single stroke penetrating the entire 9 inch in her rectal channel AAAHHHHH…. NNNNOOOOO….UUUFFFFFFF….

Rashmi cried out again..

Now with his full strength and speed Thakur started sodomizing his Rashmi Madam… for 40 more minutes Thakur fucked Rashmi in he ass and then he came in her ass. It took some 2-3 minutes for him to discharge fully in Rashmi’s tight anal channel then he got separated.

Rashmi fell on the floor. She had no strength left. Thakur immediately took out his phone and took few photos of naked Rashmi Madam from different angles…

Then put on his cloths and left the room.

Next day they have not seen each other.

Rashmi came back to her city. After some 3-4 weeks she got message from Thakur on whatsApp with some of her naked photos.

In that Thakur asked her to come to Delhi for the second anal sex session.

She replied no… then Thakur threatened her if she doesn’t come.. he will all put her naked photos on internet.

Rashmi was forced to now obey him.. she went to Delhi.. and Thakur kept her in a hotel for three nights… during this he kept on ramming her asshole day and night. He never fucked her cunt he only used to mouth fuck and ass fuck her. On third day two more clients of Thakur joined the fuck session. Rashmi was forced to fucked in all her holes simultaneously that full night.

After this.. she reported the matter and Thakur and other were jailed.

But then she left job.. and left the city and went to her town.

I asked Ajay how he knows all these had happened.

He said.. first thing is that it became a case which made those culprits jailed.

Also, he said he spoke to Thakur during the period of court trails and Thakur only narrated all these stories to him..

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