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It had been 6 months since she had conceived and she was thrilled. The new life within her continued to grow. She had had minimal morning sickness or other ill effects, so could continue to teach. She kept to the diet her doctor recommended, so had not gained much weight. Her appearance had not changed much, aside from a belly bump and the gradual swelling of her breasts. They had become more rounded and full, gaining 2 cup sizes. Much to her surprise, she had also started to lactate. She tried to keep her new rack from showing too much, between more constrictive bras and looser blouses, but tits that big were hard to hide. And while she rejoiced in her pregnancy, there was one thing that bugged her, her husband. He too was ecstatic about the baby, but had ceased to treat his wife as a sexual being. Whether it was a false fear for the baby’s safety, or that a pregnant woman was somehow taboo to him, he had not initiated sex in months. She had tried. Last night, she had worn new lingerie that had shown her huge tits to best advantage, but nothing. And as her child grew, so did her level of frustration and wanting.

The encounter had changed him, and mostly for the good. For lack of better expression, he felt “like a man.” He carried himself taller and was more confident. He had been on a few dates and had fun, even if they were nothing like that intense evening. He had begun working out and taking more care with his appearance. And while all this was good, part of him still ached for her. Taller than most of his classmates, he kept an eye out for her. He was always careful not to engage her, not wanting to blow the secret, but he was also always undressing her with his eyes and almost used to the erection that would form whenever he saw her. And this desire had only increased with time. There was something about her…

She was also careful not to encourage this young man, even if he was likely the father of her child. But she could feel his eyes on her, and her body responded. Her nipples would swell and her breasts start to express. Her pussy opened and dripped whenever she got to watch him for a time. She remembered his long cock filling her completely. And her forced celibacy was Not helping.

Perhaps it was this distraction which caused her to drop the files of papers she was carrying. She knelt down to pick them up and saw a pair of feet stop in front of her. Looking up, she saw jeans covering long legs. She also saw a large bulge in those jeans and hurriedly looked up to see him smiling at her. “Need a hand?” he asked, looking down at her and the broad expanse of her breasts, covered completely by her blouse, alas. He knelt down and starting picking up papers.

As they placed them back in files, he commented, “lot of paper here.”

She sighed, “A lot of work is more like it. I will be here late tonight.”

“Hmmmm,” he replied very softly, raising his eyebrows at her.

Her eyes widened. She looked at him, then gathered the rest of her papers. She stood and took the files from him. “Thanks,” she said in as normal a tone as possible, then hurried down the hall.

The day dragged from there, each anxiously awaiting the evening. He couldn’t stop thinking of her, a half erection plaguing him from class to class. She was especially distracted, thinking izmit escort of all the reasons she shouldn’t do this, but her body aching and ready for it. Classes ended and he went home. He was rather quiet at dinner, seemingly eager to get back to school and practice. She forced herself to work, as her colleagues left one by one. When the last had departed, she kept working, attentive to every little sound, wondering if it was him. A little before 7:00, there was a soft knock on her door. She started, rose quickly and opened the door a crack. It was him. He mouthed a quiet “hi” to her. She opened the door and gestured for him to enter. As he did, she glanced out into the hall. Seeing no one, she closed and locked the door. She turned to face him and said hurriedly, “We really shouldn’t be doing this. If anyone found out…”

He touched her shoulder and traced his finger along her throat. “I had to see you,” he whispered, “no one will know.” She shuddered at his touch, her mouth opening as his lips met hers. Their kiss was hungry and urgent. She was stunned at his forwardness and desire, everything she ached for. She could feel his fingertips at her throat, unbuttoning her blouse. The first rush of air hit the skin on her chest and she felt her nipples harden. She felt herself backing up, until her back was pressed against the wall. Her mind warred with her. “No, please stop. We can’t,” she gasped.

Buttons opened and her blouse parted. Her chest heaved as she panted. He moved back slightly, taking each wrist in hand to unbutton her cuffs. He peeled her blouse off and groaned as her F cup bra was exposed. He encircled her, his lips to her throat, his tongue tasting her skin, as his hands slid over her back and started to undo the triple clasp of her bra. This took a bit of time, both from his unfamiliarity with the clasp and the tightness of the strap. He kissed down to her collarbones and the top of her chest. Each hook yielded, until the last one gave. He moved back to peel the cups from her chest, her breasts bigger than he remembered, the nipples larger. She was dizzy with want. Stopping was now the furthest thing from her mind. He eagerly took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck, and after some seconds of oral lavishing, was surprised to taste warm, sweet milk in his mouth. He eased off and looked up at her. “You’re…” he began.

“Pregnant. Yes,” she finished. She could see the thoughts in his head and said quickly, “Don’t worry. It Is my husband’s.”

He was quite relieved, but still concerned, “If we… it wouldn’t’ hurt the baby, would it?”

Taking his head in her hands and guiding him forcefully to her breasts again, she said, “No, no chance of that. Now suck my breasts.” As his lips took her nipple again, she pressed his head against her chest. She was awash with sensation, both her desire for sex and the feeling of a man sucking her milk and tender thought of her baby doing the same soon. Desire soon won out though, and her thoughts turned raw. “Mmmm,” she teased, “that’s it, suck my big hard nipples. You like my milky mommy breasts?”

“Yessss,” he hissed, his hands stroking and squeezing her tits as he sucked them. He wanted every drop. He wanted to devour her. He shifted back and forth between dripping nipples, izmit sınırsız escort coaxing, experimenting, above all, milking her huge hot tits. With each minute though, his lust increased, as did the roughness of his sucking and squeezing. She groaned loudly, loving every rough grope and bite. His hands dropped to her skirt and unzipped it, letting it fall. His pants and briefs quickly joined them on the floor, stepped out of and kicked aside. His hands reached for her panties, only to find she wasn’t wearing any.

“No panties,” he thought, “She said stop, but no panties.” He bent his knees and pressed forward, such that his cock ran over her wet swollen labia. She gasped as the hot head of his cock glided back and forth over her pussy. He tilted his hips and the head found her wet opening. He lunged and surged inside her. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders as he entered her. It had been so long. He began to rock his hips, his cock entering her half way, dragging across her clit. He took her hands and held them above her, his cock pinning her to the wall. Her milky tits, still leaking, pressed against his chest, his upper abs pressing against her belly bump with each stroke. Her husband had never taken her so forcefully.

God….yes….fuck….mee-eeee-eee,” she grunted between strokes. In short order, it was too much and she came hard, groaning more loudly than she could control. He felt her cunt grab onto his cock and tried to force himself deeper. As her orgasm passed, her knees weakened and she slid down the wall. He felt her body moving down and slipped out of her. He looked down at her, legs splayed, her huge tits moving as she panted. She looked up at him, this young man looking at her with total lust in his eyes, his cock jutting out hard for her. He started to kneel down to help her up, but she grinned wickedly and told him to stand. She moved to her knees and looked up at him. Her hands moved to her chest and pressed her breasts together around his cock. He groaned at the sheer sight of it and pressed his hips forward. The head of his cock popped out from her cleavage, then disappeared as he moved his hips. He started to thrust, relishing the soft heat of her breasts. She thrilled at the dirtiness of it, this beautiful young cock fucking her boobs. Her tits continued to leak and squirt, as his hips slapped her flesh bags, dripping down, onto his legs, her hips.

“Mmm, give it to me Sean. Cum all over my big jugs!” she teased. In answer, he threw his head back as his cock exploded, thick ropes of cum splattering her throat and chest. He looked down to see the last pulses fountain onto her. She laughed deep in her throat as he came and came and came. No wonder he impregnated her. Even after his last pulse, she continued to stroke his dick with her tits. She felt wonderfully slutty, like the whores in one of her husband’s magazines. She scraped cum off her chest and sucked it off her fingers. She had never swallowed her husband’s cum, but could now not get enough of this young man’s seed. What she could not eat, she rubbed into her chest, mixing with her dripping milk. He stared down at her, astonished at the transformation of prim teacher to wanton, cum eating slut, her obscenely large chest coated yahya kaptan escort with his cum. He could feel his freshly drained cock swelling. She smiled at his rising cock.

“Oh my, such a randy boy. You just love tits, don’t you? You love watching me play with them, squeeze them, squirt milk from them, don’t you? Makes that beautiful cock hard, doesn’t it?” she taunted. And it certainly did. The sight and sound of her brought his cock to attention. She giggled as she leaned forward and took the head in her mouth. He gasped as she sucked the cum off his cock and took it deep in her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth, sucking his cock to marble hardness. The feel was incredible. He tried to keep his hips still, but the animal in him wanted to grab her head and force it deeper. Still, he could feel an orgasm building in him. She was incredible. Abruptly, she pulled her mouth off his cock and stood up. She turned and bent over, her hands on the desk, sticking out her ass at him, wiggling enticingly.

“Now fuck me Sean. Stick that lovely cock in me and fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck my brains out. Fuck me so hard I can feel it in my throat,” she demanded. Not one to keep a lady waiting, he moved behind her, taking his cock in his hand. Positioning himself, he ran the head up and down her wet slit in broad strokes. He ran it high, long enough for the head to tease her ass. She opened her mouth and shuddered. She was about to say something when the head slipped down and slid inside her. She moaned as he adjusted his stance, his cock pushing ever deeper. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard into her, the head hitting her cervix. She cried out and flexed her hands. He pulled way back and slammed it in again. “God, that actually hurt,” she thought, “He is big enough to make it hurt.” He started to pump her with long hard strokes, his hips slapping her ass, making her body shake. She stuck her ass out further, wanting every inch of him.

“God yes, harder Sean, fuck me harder. Pound my cunt. Make it hurt,” she begged. He reached up and grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her, arching her back. Her body bent more forward, her bloated breasts now pressing against the desk. He picked up the pace and strength of his thrusts, pulling her body back onto his cock. He fucked her Hard. She gave a long low undulating wail as he used her, her body shaking, bouncing on her tits with each stroke. It Hurt, but hurt in a way that she desperately wanted. Her entire cunt felt bruised and swollen, tight around his cock. Her breasts felt bruised from the abuse. She felt another orgasm building.

“Ohh, I’m going to cum. Cum in me Sean. Cum in me. Pump me full of seed. Fill me with your baby batter. Do it! Do it,” she all but screamed as she orgasmed. Her cunt squeezed him hard and his cock burst in response, semen filling her cunt.

He slowed his pace as his orgasm subsided and released her arms. They both collapsed on the desk, panting. He kissed the back of her neck and stroked her. When he recovered his breath, he moved off of her, helping her up and to be seated. She looked down at her body, covered in sweat and cum, dripping, reddened, and wondered if the girls shower was still open. She couldn’t go home like this.

She looked at him and smiled, “Thank you, you were wonderful, but we can’t do this again. Understand?”

Leaning against the wall, his cock still dripping with their juices, he pouted, “Are you sure?”

She didn’t answer, but said, “Now get dressed and scoot. And remember, tell no one.”

He slipped on his clothes, still eager for her totally fucked body, and swore, “Promise.”

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Life had settled into a sweet routine for Brad and Kate, comprising sleep, arousal and constant intimate contact with each other. Kate would wake up naked other than for the pink panties that were in fact her boyfriend, Brad.

Kate was sleeping better than ever since she’d been wearing Brad, his snug embrace around her hips and down between her legs made her feel safe. Brad would sometimes wake during the night, but as he was unable to get off her hips, there was very little he could do under her dark, warm duvet. Getting up to watch a movie was certainly out!

If he did wake during the night, he’d examine every inch of Kate’s butt, hips, crotch and as far as he could see down her legs. He’d then pull himself gently back and forth across her skin which was his equivalent of kissing. Kate would always be lying on at least one part of him, pinning him to the bed and making the impossible task of sliding off her body even more impossible. If he moved gently enough it would tickle her and she would roll over in her sleep, only for him to be pinned down by another part of her body.

If he still couldn’t sleep, he’d tighten and twitch against Kate’s clit in the hope that she’d wake and reciprocate. Sometimes this worked and she would rub the back of her panties to bring him to orgasm. Sometimes though, she would wake up tired and cranky and push her hand down the front of her underwear to prevent his touch.

“Remember I have a safe,” she would whisper, her head under the duvet, “do you really want to spend the night locked inside there?”

“Sorry Katie.”

“Good, now snuggle up to me tightly and go back to sleep.”

Kate was a beautiful woman, but she could be scatty. The chances of her mislaying her key or forgetting the code to unlock the safe was high. With this fear instilled in him, Brad had always obeyed her and had yet to be locked inside her safe. Anyway, cuddling up to her warm butt was much sexier than being locked in a cold steel box.

*

Before Kate got up they would always ‘make love’, their way. She’d pull off the covers, open her legs and watch as the pink silk fabric that was always pulled tight across her pussy, pulled even more snugly around her and then trembled and moved. Its touch was so gentle, but yet so effective and the feeling of the silk against her was almost too much to take. Her moisture would soak in and would remain infused in him for the rest of the day.

Kate would rock her hips back and forth to stimulate Brad and then roll on to her side and massage the back of her underwear with her fingertips so they could climax together. She’d then collapse back down with exhaustion, still comforted by Brad’s tight embrace.

With a white robe tied around her, Kate would walk barefoot, hair messy to the bathroom. Love making often meant that Brad wouldn’t be sitting straight, usually with at least part of him slipping between her cheeks. He could usually retrieve himself from inside her crack, but after lovemaking he was usually too exhausted to straight up.

The only time Brad couldn’t pull himself out from between her round butt cheeks was when Kate was sitting down. Kate knew this and liked to tease him by pulling him deeply between her cheeks just before sitting down on a wooden chair. Her almost naked bum would spread out under her weight leaving Brad trapped inside her crack. To Brad it felt like having his arms tied behind his back.

“You know you’re good as a thong,” she’d tease as Brad lay trapped helplessly beneath her, hoping like hell that she didn’t break wind.

*

Once locked safely inside the bathroom Brad would get the first of his two daily reprieves from her body, but even here they would play games. Brad would tighten as tightly as he could around Kate’s hips to see if he could stop her removing him. With Brad pulled tight, Kate could still remove her underwear, but had to pull a little harder while jiggling back and forth on the bathroom tiles.

“Bad you!” she’d cry, aroused by both the thought of being trapped inside Brad’s embrace and the pressure that he was inadvertently applying to her clit.

“Well it’s not fair that you can put me on and take me off whenever you want,” Brad complained, “whereas when you put me on, I’m trapped!”

“What do you expect? You’re just a pair of my panties, you have no rights.”

“I have basis human rights!”

“Why, are you human?”

“Well, ‘lingerie’ rights.”

“Making yourself sound posh doesn’t help,” Kate gigged triumphantly as she dropped him on to the bathroom floor, “You can just wait here until I put you back on!”

Kate couldn’t hear Brad when she wasn’t wearing him, which meant that he couldn’t answer back when she stood on him with her bare feet and started to brush her teeth in the nude. Her weight, channeled through her manicured feet started to make him ache, but Kate didn’t care, he was lovely and soft to stand on. escort izmit

Kate’s showers lasted at least fifteen minutes, after which she would towel dry and eagerly slip him back on. This was one of Brad’s favourite parts of the day when they would be alone together and Kate would strut around in just her underwear, giving Brad a rare view of the world. Other than that, Brad’s view on the world was either what he could see down between her legs, or just the dark inside of Kate’s jeans or yoga pants. Shorts were slightly better as they gave Brad a brief glimpse out through the trouser leg, but that still wasn’t much and even that would vanish when she sat down and crossed her legs.

Kate’s work was Brad’s least favourite part of the day, particularly when Kate had long meetings. Kate had a great posture and sitting still for long periods of time wasn’t a problem for her, but it could be for her underwear.

“When will this meeting finish?” Brad asked, aching from the unyielding weight of Kate’s butt pinning him down against the hard seat.”

He knew that Kate couldn’t reply, but he hadn’t expected her to react by crossing her legs. Now he’d lost his trickle of fresh air and his glimpse out through the bottom of her skirt.

“Fuck you Katie,” he joked as he tightened up around her.

Brad couldn’t see Kate smile, but the colleague sitting opposite her did and looked back expectantly, hoping that the stunning brunette was smiling at him. With everyone now looking at the presentation, Kate covered her mouth as if coughing and then whispered into her hand.

“You made me smile and my boss thought it was a come on!”

“Well, uncross your legs or I’ll make you smile again…I mean it!”

Brad’s pathetic attempt to threaten her made Kate giggled again and everyone looked at her. Fuck, she would make Brad for that.

After work, Kate would alternate between the gym and a run. A run was her favourite because she could talk with Brad and have a laugh as she relaxed from the day.

Brad had been begging her to wear short running shorts in place of her usual yoga pants. Yoga pants were tight and provide a complete blackout. They were also hot and airless and Brad ended up soaked by Kate’s perspiration that he literally had to suck up from her body.

As a present for Brad on his birthday, Kate had bought herself a cute pair of orange running shorts. They seemed promising as first, with Brad enjoying the orange glow and the view out through the short trouser legs. But when Kate started to run, her pert butt started to bounce around with very little to hold it in place. The shorts didn’t provide the same support as the yoga pants and the only thing left to control her bouncing cheeks was Brad. He tried to tighten up to hold her in place, but it was exhausting and soon he had to rest and just take the relentless buffeting from his girlfriend’s behind.

“Please stop! Brad panted.

“Hey you wanted these tarty shorts.”

Brad hugged her helplessly as her damp cheeks knocked him around. It was a relief when she stopped and sat down, her sweaty cheeks sliding across him and pinning him to the park bench.

“You almost knocked me out,” he panted, looking up at the damp butt cheeks that held him firmly in place.

“Are you talking to my butt again?” Kate asked.

“No,” Brad replied in embarrassment before admitting, “OK yes, they seem like spoilt bitches from where I live.”

“Well, you better learn to love them, because there’s no escape from them.”

When Kate returned home after her run, Brad would get the second of his two breaks from Kate’s body. She would strip him off and place him in the top loader washing machine with the rest of her dirty washing. She liked to sit on top of the lid, as if holding it closed, as she pressed the ‘lock’ button to start the machine. The click of the lid locking echoed inside the drum, followed shortly by the machine being flooded with warm water. To Brad it felt nice, as did being dried inside the tumble drier.

Kate would shower at the same time as Brad was washing so that her naked body was ready and waiting for him as soon as the drier program finished. She’d pluck him out and slip him on while he was still warm. He’d get a few moments to look around as if a real person, before she’d reach for the dreaded jeans.

*

On the day Brad had made Kate giggle during her important meeting, Kate had something special planned. She stepped out of the shower and slipped into Brad as usual, but then picked up a bag containing her new purchase.

“Added protection for me and added incarceration for you,” Kate teased as she held up a pair of lockable underwear come shorts that were designed to repel any sexual attack.

“Aren’t they supposed to keep men out, not in?” Brad questioned.

“You’re not a man.”

“But I have the mind of a man.”

“Yes, yürüyüş yolu escort I guess it’s ironic that you’ll be locked ‘inside’ then.”

Brad watched as Kate eased the tight garment up her legs and up over her hips. He’d heard about these things, they were impossible to cut and once locked in place around a woman’s waist, were impossible to remove without knowing the combination.

Kate’s slim body was now tightly contained inside the high security underwear. Her hips were tightly wrapped up and her round butt was pulled in so tight that it no longer bounced as she played with it. The material encircled her upper thighs so tightly that she could barely push a finger in between. Already aroused by how snugly it fitted her, Kate tightened the waist band some more, secured the catch and turned the dials until the unlocked position was lost.

She tucked her fingertips inside the waistband and tried to pull the white shorts down over her hips, a physical impossibility as the waistband was now locked at several sizes smaller than her hips.

“Katie, I can barely move!” Brad’s voice sounded in her head, “I’m being crushed from all angles!”

“Mmm, so am I,” Kate purred, as she enjoyed the tight shorts.

“It feels like that time you tried to iron me!”

“Oh yeah, that was fun…”

Kate slowly stepped into her jeans, which were now tighter than ever as they had to enclose an extra layer of fabric. The jeans tapered around her waist such that there was no need for a belt, but that didn’t stop Kate using one. It was made of thick black leather, but most importantly its buckle could be locked with a padlock. Kate pulled it tighter than usual, which made her jeans ride up a little higher than before, which in turn meant that crotch of her jeans pushed Brad even more snugly against her shaved pussy.

“Why, hello…” Kate smiled suggestively as Brad’s soft silk pushed against her and then twitched and moved in response to the new even more taut position.

“Kate, your jeans are pushing me into you.”

“Are they?”

“I’m slipping inside!”

Kate had now closed the buckle and was locking the small gold padlock in place.

“Now will you distract me at work again?” she asked, twirling and inspecting her figure in the mirror.

“No Katie,” Brad gasped, barely able to move inside the press.

“Good,” Kate purred, “Now I’m not going to let you out, but I will do this.”

She reached behind her and worked her fingers into her butt. Even with the barrier of her jeans and the security shorts, Brad instantly felt her touch as it massaged his silky material.

Oh fuck,” Brad moaned, as he relaxed at the front and slipped further into her vagina, “Fuck yes!”

*

For Kate it had been a long summer evening with friends, for Brad it had been an even longer evening crushed and smother, engulfed and enclosed. Kate had loved the feeling of power, the feeling of her and Brad being inseparable. Her jeans were now like a safe, all locked up with no way in or out. Brad and her vagina were inside, snuggled up together and that’s exactly how she wanted them. Evidently Brad had also understood the permanency of the situation and had immediately obeyed every command that she had discretely whispered into her jacket. ‘Clit, gently’. ‘Vagina, now!’

Kate had sipped spirits all night so that she wouldn’t have to pee, but had still drunk too much. She arrived home in the early hours with her head spinning. She let her long brown hair out of its ponytail and tried to do a ballet pirouette as if that would stop the room from spinning. Brad, sober as always had no choice but to hug her as they both spun around and then Brad took the brunt of her weight as she landed unsteadily on the bed.

The key to Kate’s belt was in the back pocket of her jeans, but she didn’t even get that far, as she closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

*

Kate apologised the next morning and agreed that she would only use the anti-attack shorts if Brad misbehaved. However, a few days later she had reason to regret her decision.

Unbeknownst to Brad, Kate had confided in Emma. Emma was the only other person that knew about Brad being shrunk and therefore was the only person Kate could tell about Brad being transformed into lingerie. She’d even told Emma the magic transforming spell before she had hypnotised herself to forget. Although she knew the spell, Emma was under strict instructions not to tell her unless it was a life and death emergency.

However, Emma had become increasingly frustrated by Kate and Brad’s relationship. Kate was in a constant good mood, which was irritating enough, and was more often than not in a state of arousal, looking down at her crotch, whispering and giggling. So one Friday evening, Emma decided that it was her turn.

The girls had already drunk a bottle of darıca escort red wine and had moved to the lounge to watch a movie. Emma looked on nervously as Kate sipped another glass of wine, unaware that it contained sleeping tablets.

“Are you OK Katie?” Emma asked as she retrieved the glass of wine from Kate’s unsteady hand.

Emma’s dose of drugs was already coursing through Kate’s slim body and within minutes it had sent the brunette into a deep sleep.

Kate’s head flopped down on the sofa and on to Emma’s waiting pillow. Emma then lifted her legs up on to the sofa and excitedly peered under Kate’s short floral dress, which she had specially worn to allow Brad some air on the warm summer evening.

“Oh my, you’re pink,” Emma exclaimed as she saw the tiniest and tightest pair of pink silk underwear hugging her friend’s crotch, “no wonder Katie can’t stop giggling.”

Brad was in shock as Emma’s big blue eyes approached and instinctively tightened his grip around Kate.

“You can move!” Emma cried. This was getting better and better.

Emma grabbed Brad’s waistband and ripped him down Kate’s legs and off over her black ankle boots. Emma was also wearing a flared summer as she also wanted ease of access. She reached under her dress and ripped off her blue thong to be replaced by a quivering, trembling pair of pink panties.

“If you ever tell Kate about what I’m about to do to you,” Emma warned, “I’ll take these scissors and cut you into a hundred pieces.” She snapped the scissors dangerously close to him to demonstrate her point.

She poked one foot into Brad and then the other. From there she pulled him slowly up her slightly paler, slightly longer and slightly fuller legs. Her shaved crotch was getting closer and closer and then he was there, stretched tighter than ever.

“Fucking hell Emma, take me off!”

“It can talk!”

Emma dropped her dress back down, sat on the sofa next to Kate’s peaceful face and crossed her legs.

“Now panties, do whatever it is you do to Kate…”

Brad stayed quiet and motionless, aware of just how much power this sadistic blonde had over him. Moisture from the horny bitch was already soaking into him and her scent was quickly replacing Kate’s beautiful scent.

Emma stood up, lifted her dress and slapped her butt hard. Brad winced in pain.

“You bitch!”

“Oh good, you’re still there,” Emma smiled as she slapped herself again, “but then I guess you can’t go anywhere.”

“Take me off you fucking bitch!”

That annoyed Emma and reached the open scissors up between her legs and positioned Brad between the sharp blades.

“One squeeze and I’ll slice straight through you.”

Brad was terrified and started to flex himself against her clit as she continued to hold the scissors in place. He tightened himself against her now moist vagina and his silky material soon slipped inside.

The scissors were gone and Emma opened her legs wide, making it easier for Brad to breathe. Her threats were gone to be replaced by cute cries of pleasure. Emma writhed around on her butt, unknowingly arousing Brad. He started to cry out in pleasure which only turned her on more.

He tightened at the back and slipped between her butt cheeks. Although this felt like having his hands tied behind his back, he willingly submitted. Fuck, her touch was amazing. They climaxed together and lay recovering from their exertions.

“You’re so deep inside my crack, you’re almost a thong!” Emma breathed as she played with the pink silk that ran between her legs.

“Yes and with you sitting on me I can’t pull myself out.”

Emma smiled, pulled her skirt down and stayed sitting exactly where she was.

“Kate told me the spell to turn you back again,” Emma confided.

“Really? Kate told me that no one knew it.”

Brad wasn’t sure how to feel. He’d committed to staying as a pair of panties for the rest of his life and he thought there was no way for him to be turned back even if he wanted. Now there was a way, Emma knew the spell.

“Would you want to be turned back?” Emma was intrigued.

Brad didn’t know what to say.

“I can see why Katie told you there was no way back,” Emma continued, “I’d certainly keep you imprisoned as a pair of panties if I could.”

Now he knew that it was possible to be turned back into a guy, Brad wasn’t sure what he wanted.

“Can you turn me back, just for a few minutes?” Brad asked nervously.

“No, Katie has to say the words.”

“Oh yeah.”

Brad looked inwards at Emma’s still warm pussy and vibrated himself against her soft skin. He could feel Emma melting away again, her head going back and her strong thighs opening. Why hadn’t Kate been honest with him? If he’d asked her to turn him back would she have lied and told him it was impossible? At least Emma had told him the truth. He listened to her cries of pleasure and realised that he might enjoy an evening inside Emma’s dress. He could deal with Kate in the morning.

Emma was naked other than for the panties. Her legs were spread, her blonde hair lay crisscross across her face and she was gasping for breath. If Brad kept this up, she doubted she’d make it through the night.

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It had been a few weeks since my boyfriend, Tom, had become the “bull” for Jess and Steve’s cuckold relationship. I had enjoyed watching him fuck her finding it more fun than I ever thought I would. I’ve known Jess for years, but the recent change of our relationship couldn’t be more surprising. Yes, she was an open person, but I had always been reserved around her when talking about sex in order to not cause offence or be rejected.

Her negative response to me telling her I enjoyed anal was probably the main reason for this, so as much as we enjoyed talking about sex it was something I was careful about, making sure to exclude anal group fun, she simply wasn’t as liberal as myself — or so I thought. The Jess I knew was long gone. She’s now obsessed with sex, asking me about everything and anything to do with it. Our Monday afternoon coffee meet-ups had become sex question time. I enjoyed sharing my experiences with her; it gave a great sense of sexual power. Her most recent line of questioning had been all about anal. It was strange talking about it to her; she seemed to have no knowledge of her previous distaste of the subject as she rolled off question after question.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only if you don’t do it right,” I answered calmly. Being asked about anal was something I was simply used to by now, it was as if I had the answers written down on the inside of my eye-lids.

“How do you do it right?”

“You use toys, fingers, lots of lube — you have to get yourself ready for it. You can’t expect to just take it in there straight away you know.”

“Is it worth it?”

“You know I prefer anal, I mean I cum from just having him fully in me, and when he cums! I swear my eyes roll back, it’s heavenly.” My mind drifts off to thinking about our last session. Whenever I speak of anal I’d feel suddenly empty, incomplete, and long for Tom to fill me back there. It was more than a desire, it was a need.

Jess caught the glossy look of lust in my eyes and smiled at me, “I see somebody is going to be requesting a bit of booty loving tonight.”

She broke my daze and I laughed. She was right; I simply had to have him make love to my ass tonight, my body was already tingling in suspense at the thought.

“Maybe I could watch?” she mumbled.

“Watch?” I replied, my lustful cravings making me daring, “No.”

Jess looked hurt.

“But you can join in and help,” I smirked at her.

“Oh I’m not ready to yet,” she answered rather defensively, “I just want to watch you and Tom do it.”

“That’s what I mean, you could help me get ready for him, it’s something he loves watching, two women, you know, being a man and all,” I chuckled.

She smiled at me, her eyes glowing with knowledge that I had let slip the fact it’s something I’ve done before.

“I’d love to. Steve would have to be there though, cheating and a cuckold fantasy are two different things in my books.”

“Of course hun,” I smiled, “Just let me know your limits before hand, nothing ruins a good show faster than someone being uncomfortable and saying no.”

It had been a while since I’d put on a show for Tom, and I was determined to have his cock close to bursting before I even let him inside me. I also thought Jess owed me a few favours, and I had some ideas of how I could cash them in…

We finished our coffee and I pushed my mug away from me. “Right, we have some shopping to do!” I declared. I’d let Jess know what I had planned while we shopped, hoping she wouldn’t say no to too much, my body was already shivering in excitement with ideas. I’m lucky to have such a good selection of sex shops where I live (three of them) and any embarrassment I had about buying such things had long since gone. Jess was new to it though, and seemed like a schoolgirl enjoying the sense of misbehaving. By the time we left our bill was more than excessive and our bags rattled with the sounds of chains.

We went to my place, said hello to Tom, got Steve round, showered, and went upstairs to get ready. I knew what I wanted and was determined to get it done right. Tom and Steve watched a film while we prepared, banished from climbing up the stairs for any reason. I’m sure they didn’t take in a single thing of what they watched as their minds filled with lusty ideas of what was to come.

I had watched Jess bounce around naked on Tom a few dozen times now, and although I had joined in stroking or sucking him Jess had never seen me naked before. She was a slimmer girl than myself. Her breasts and bum looked small compared to my own. Revealing myself to her felt like a big moment, strange considering all that had happened, and as we looked at each other, holding our towels around us I asked rather seriously, “Ready?”

I think we both knew this was going to be one of those moments, where a new boundary would be crossed, as Jess became more and more a part of mine and Tom’s sex life. Jess nodded, and we let the towels drop to the floor. I see her eyes fix onto izmit escort bayan my large breasts, “They’re beautiful Goey,” she mummers, here eyes still on them. I thank her and we move close together, my bosom pressing against her own, and I kiss her — she doesn’t resist.

“What was that for?” she asks as I remove my lips from hers.

“Simple,” I said, “Men enjoy watching girls kiss, that was the easiest way of knowing if your comfortable with it.” We kiss again, this time her tongue is more adventurous against my own.

I don’t ask, I simply say, “Now my breasts.” Jess crouches slightly and lifts my boobs with her hands, feeling the weight. She has always been a bit jealous of the attention my DDs have got over her own Cs (as pretty and perky as they might be) but the chance to feel them seems to have been a long held desire of hers as her previous hesitations vanish and she hungrily sucks each of my nipples in turn deep into her mouth.

She moves her head back and looks at my chest as they overflow her hands.

“Do you like having big breasts?” she asks, already knowing I do.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t” I smile.

Jess gives my pierced left nipple a hard tweak, “And what about this?”

“Love it.”

“So why not have both done?” she questions as the palm of her hands support them, her fingers and thumb pinching each of my nipples.

“Two different sensations this way,” I wink at her.

We tumble onto the bed and play with each other’s breasts, tweaking, nibbling and exploring one another giggling away like girls who share a naughty secret.

“Now it’s time for the most important test”

“I said I’d do it in the shop, don’t worry about it!” answered Jess playfully.

I got on all 4s, “Come on then, lick my ass.” Just saying it makes my desire immeasurable.

She moves behind me and parted my cheeks.

“My god Goey, it’s tiny!” exclaims Jess as she looks down at my asshole, her hands trembling slightly with nerves as she holds my cheeks apart. “How on earth does he get it in there?” she asks in disbelief.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I say rather irritably, “Now just lick it already!” My whole body aches; I simply need her to lick my ass, if she backs out now I’d feel terribly rejected. I feel her lean forward, her breath running across my skin as I shivered in anticipation of her tongue, the wait seemed like forever but then, finally, her wet tongue glides across me, my body tensing and then sinking into the bed in utter bliss, as I let out a deep moan of pleasure.

“Oh wow,” sighs Jess lustfully, “That didn’t taste bad at all, really nice actually.” Before I can speak any words of hurt towards her expecting me not to taste nice she probes my ass with her tongue. “Oh Goey! You taste really good!” comes Jess’s delighted voice from between my cheeks. She was losing herself in the moment, her tongue hungrily darting in and out of my ass I moaned blissfully. Suddenly her face left my ass and I felt her fingers tap against my pussy lips. “Wow, you really like this don’t you?” she asked while pushing her fingers slowly into me, “I mean Christ… you’re so wet!” My body heaves with pleasure as she pushes her fingers deep into me.

“Okay” I said breathlessly, “That’s enough, save the rest for the show.”

Her fingers slide out of me, and she sucks my juices off them without hesitation.

“I was going to ask you to use that for lube…” I say jokingly offended.

“Sorry” she laughs, and spits onto her fingers, and circles her pointing finger around my puckered hole, “Just tell me what to do, we’ll have your bum ready for some back door loving in no time!”

“Not yet” I smile, “We want the lads to watch.” I sit up and we huddle close, like kids plotting of grand future plans. I go through my plan with her. What each of us will be doing, when to use what and what to do if something doesn’t go to plan. She listens closely, both of us losing ourselves in excitement as I build the scenario up.

“You ready?” I ask

“Yeah” she nods

“Okay” I say while sitting up. I reach into the bag and pull out the neck and wrist restraint (known as a half-hog) as she lifts her head, exposing her throat. I fasten the collar around her; a strap laced with D-rings rests down her back. I buckle her wrist restraints on next, for now nothing more than leather bracelets with an unused swivel clip, they’ll be attached to the D-rings later, but for now I want her hands freely movable. She pulls her latex spanking skirt out of the bag and wiggles into it while I buckle my own newly brought collar around my neck. With some help I squeeze into some latex stockings and we both pop on some ridiculously high heels. There are a few other new items in the bag, but for now they can stay where they are. We kneel on the bed facing each other, our breasts heaving against one another’s as we cup the other’s butt.

“You can come up now boys!” I call, and then yahya kaptan escort bayan we kiss lustfully as we hear them march up the stairs.

They sit on the small sofa facing the bed as we kiss, our hands gliding over each other’s skin as we accentuate every curve and motion. I hear Steve gasp as we part our bodies and my heavy breasts bounce freely from the support being pressed against Jess offered. Jess worships my breasts as I had told her too, lifting them to rub her face against them and gently licking and sucking my nipples, causing them point out harshly. I turn and bend over, lowering my front and lifting my bum high into the air. Jess spread my cheeks and begins licking, I hear the men sigh in lust as she uses the full width of her tongue to wet my asshole. She starts pushing her tongue into my ass and I moan in pleasure as I feel it part my hole. Her fingers start to run over my clit; already my wetness is soaking her hand.

“Goey you’re so wet, and your ass is so tight! Why don’t we show the boys how tight you are?” smiles Jess, playing the part perfectly, she looks back at the men and spreads my cheeks giving them a clear view of my wet asshole before flicking it with her tongue, making sure they can see the action. She lubes her finger with the juices from my dripping wet pussy and circles it around my asshole, letting me feel the silky warmth of her finger against every crinkle of my puckered hole, before slowly pushing it in, making my ass look impossibly tight as it disappears into me.

She slowly fucks my ass with her finger while circling her other hand around my clit; I bite my lip as I try to hold back my orgasm, I didn’t want to cum yet, it was too soon, but Jess’s hands and the thought of being watched was tipping me over the edge. I tried to tell her I was going to squirt, tried to warn her so she wouldn’t be shocked but all I could do was gasp as orgasm took me.

“Oh my god Goey you’re spraying on my hand!” I hear Jess cry out, in what I at first think is horror, and then realise is amazement. Her finger slides out of my ass as she removes her hand from my clit and she slides two fingers into my pussy, fucking me ferociously with them, I whimper as I feel myself failing to hold back, I scream out as I fully climax, Steve and Tom sit with their mouths hanging open in amazement, as I gush all over Jess’s face.

I pant deeply as my body gradually floats down from my orgasm, attempting to apologise for squirting but before I can Jess’s hand whips down onto my right cheek and I jump in surprise as the stinging heat spreads.

“Oh Goey you nasty piece of sex you!” squeals Jess, completely overcome by lust as she plunges two fingers deep into my ass, her hand banging against me repeatedly as she plunges in and out.

“I think it’s time to get your ass ready Goey, really ready!” Jess shouts excitedly, still fingering my ass while rummaging in the bag of new sex toys she pulls out the buttplug. I have a lot of buttplugs, ranging from the width of a finger to a pint glass, but this one was different — it was inflatable. A long tube ran from its base to a small hand pump, Jess gives it a quick naughty pump and watches it enlarge a fraction, “This is going to be so much fun!” she exclaims while splattering it with lube. I spread my cheeks, the cool air tingling against my hot moist asshole, and she pushes it in easily, my ass sucking it in as it pops into me, my asshole tightens around the neck as the base rests against my cheeks.

Jess holds up the pump end and looks at the boys, “Steve, this is for you.”

Steve stands up and slowly approaches, as if caught in some kind of fantastic dream, and gingerly takes the pump from Jess. She pulls his head down and kisses him passionately, “You be good to her ok? We want her spread wide, not ripped open.”

Me and Jess roll onto our backs, our knees up and our heads dangling off the side of the bed. We turn to each other and smile, and just as planned and in perfect union we look into Tom’s eyes and ask, as if a daughter asking her father for a present, “Please Tom, please, fuck our faces!” It’s cheesy and a bad porno cliché but it works. As his clothes hit the floor it’s easy to see his cock is larger than usual and I smile knowing we can make it bigger yet.

I open my mouth and close my eyes as he lowers his cock towards me; I take it down my throat effortlessly feeling his size fill me as his balls rest on my face. Jess’s eyes widen as my throat bulges with his cock. He pulls out and points his cock at Jess’s face, she opens wide but I can see the worry on her face — she’d never managed to deepthroat him before. He slowly pushes himself into her mouth; I can feel the bed shake as Steve begins to wank, slowly squeezing the pump, enlarging the buttplug inside of me, as the excitement of watching his wife begin to gag entrances him. Jess splutters after about taking half of Tom’s immense shaft and he pulls out, rubbing izmit anal yapan escort his cock over her face as she pants.

He begins alternating between us, plunging his cock into my throat a few times before shallowly fucking Jess’s mouth. I feel my ass stretching, getting more and more full, as Steve pumps air into me. As the buttplug reaches its full size I motion to Jess to get up. We kneel on the bed facing each other, our eyes teary with spit hanging from out fucked mouths, and kiss wildly. Jess’s fingers sink into my wetness as we kiss, her tongue deep in my mouth muffling my moans. As the kiss comes to an end, I fasten Jess’s wrist restraints to the strap on her back, fixing her arms behind her. I reach into the bag and pull out a metal o-ring gag, designed to keep the mouth open. I lift myself higher on my knees to fasten it around her; my breasts gently rub across her face, and pop the o-ring in. She struggles to open her mouth wide enough for it, but any smaller and what I had planned would simply be impossible.

I leave Jess kneeling on the bed, unable to close her mouth or use her hands, and pull out a large metal bar from the bag, with 4 clamps on it — 2 for my wrists, 2 for my legs. I lay it across the bed and position my self onto it, my arms between my legs as I lift my ass into the air. Tom fastens me in easily. I motion for Jess to get behind me, so she can see my ass easily; she walks on her knees, doing well to keep her balance and positions herself in view of my plugged asshole. Tom fastens a ball gag around my head, pops the ball in my mouth, and kneels behind me, spreading my cheeks.

He mutters something to Steve, who slowly pulls the plug out of me. As the plug fully exits my ass I feel the cold air against it. It feels like my gape is huge, easily as wide as a can of Red Bull, as Tom hold my cheeks in place. He speaks to Steve again under his breath, I’m unable to hear what he’s saying, but soon know, as Steve pushes two lubed fingers into my ass. My gape is so large his fingers barely touch the walls as his hand comes to rest against me. He gently fucks me with his fingers, removing them every now and again to apply more lube.

As Tom lifts himself up to fuck my ass, Steve withdraws his fingers. Still spreading my cheeks wide apart I feel the large head of Tom’s cock rest against my gaping asshole, wet with precum, he moves his hands away as he pushes it in. It slides in without resistance, and then as it reaches past the deepness of the plug I begin to violently orgasm. I bite down and scream at the ball gag in my mouth, as my own wetness soaks the insides of my legs, my body convulses, thrashing against the bar restraint, as he sinks his entire length into me. I hear Steve panting deeply and Jess attempting to say “Oh my God” as the o-ring restrains her mouth.

My ass feels amazingly full and stretched; the sensation of his cock buried deep inside me causes my heart to flutter as my orgasm settles. Tom withdraws his dick from my anus and the sudden longing to be filled overtakes me, my eyes water slightly with frustration as my heart pleads for him to use my asshole. Steve moves behind Jess and holds her head in place as Tom faces her. This would be the moment that I really needed Jess to do well. Tom was going to fuck her throat, and roughly. I’d made her be sick before we came back but I was still worried. Steve kissed his wife on the cheek and Tom began to slowly push his dick into her gaping mouth. Her eyes darted around with worry and then screwed tightly shut as she began to gag. Steve stroked her hair as her body lurched forward, her gag reflex rejecting Tom’s size. But the human throat cannot gag forever, and I heard Tom sigh in relief as his length filled her. Her throat bulged with his manhood as she spluttered, long strands of spit hung from her chin as Tom began to slowly fuck her throat, her eyes watering as he dominated her face. She gags, splutters and heaves but Steve holds her head in place.

Jess pants deeply as Tom withdraws from her mouth. He slides his cock deep into my ass and begins to slowly fuck me. I loose count of my orgasms as each stroke of his long rod sets me off repeatedly. My eyes water as my body quivers with the overload of pleasure my well-fucked ass is giving me. He holds my cheeks apart as he slowly withdraws his length. My gape is huge. As Tom spreads my ass Steve pushes Jess’s head down to my wrecked hole, her tongue darts out, tasting my tender passage before plunging in fully. Her tongue spreads wide in my ass, it’s hot wetness causing my body to tinkle as it strokes the inside of my tender hole.

Steve moves Jess away from me. I watch as Tom sits back, his erection pointing proudly in the air, as Steve positions Jess’s mouth over him. Steve pushes her onto her front; unable to support herself she collapses onto Tom’s cock as Steve enters her from behind. She dry heaves as her throat is filled, the gagging sensations of her throat only causing Tom’s cock to thicken further. Steve lifts her head up allowing her to catch her breath every now and again as he fucks her from behind. Each time seems longer apart and I begin to worry she might pass out. Thankfully Steve soon cums, pulling her head back harshly as he unloads inside her. They discard her, pushing her onto her side as she pants for air, Steve’s cum trickling out from her pussy.

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Madison and I met as freshmen while registering for classes at the university. We said “Hello” whenever seeing each other on campus and had a few classes together but never dated. Madison was so attractive and never without a boyfriend. Yes, she is blond with the face of an angel and properly proportioned curves. It just didn’t seem possible for me to be one of the chosen ones. However, as I learned later, she wasn’t quite the angel she appeared to be which might explain why she was surrounded by a brood of guys each time I saw her in the student union. Quite frankly, I was reluctant to strike up a conversation with Madison. OK, I was afraid. Rejection is not high on my wish list.

Yet, there are days when good fortune smiles down upon each of us and on Tuesday before winter break, the gods of opportunity struck. We were standing in the cafeteria line side by side and hardly anyone was there. Most of the students had already left for the winter break. She smiled. I smiled back. She said, “Hi, how ya doin’ Carl?”

“Good, and you?”

“Did I ever tell you my dad’s name is Carl? He’s in Afghanistan. I’m lookin’ forward to break but since he won’t be home, there’s no reason to go there. Where are you going over break?”

“I don’t know,” I lied. I was headed home to Keokuk, Iowa to visit my folks. “What are you gonna do since you aren’t goin’ home?” I never was very good at small talk.

“A bunch of us girls are going to the Big Easy for sex and relaxation. Oh fuck … what a Freudian slip that was! I meant, rest and relaxation.”

“Sounds good. Has New Orleans recovered from Katrina? I mean, are there some good places to stay?”

“Yep! We found a cheap place to stay near the French Quarter and the bars are rockin’! I can’t wait to go to Whiskey Blue. It’s supposed to be hot and less than a mile from our hotel. They say it’s where a few Hollywood types hang out.” Madison sounded really excited as we paid for our lunch.

“Hell, I’d really love to do something like that!” I said as we sat down together.

There was a little lull in the conversation, then she said, “Well, I didn’t really tell you the truth. Sure, my dad is in the Army and overseas but I don’t have the money to go anywhere. I mean, I did look on the Internet to dream up a fantasy vacation but it is only a dream.” That’s when tears started to well up in two big beautiful blue eyes.

“Hey Madson, how about we take in the City for a couple of days? New York is so close and I haven’t been to Central Park in the winter. We can do a carriage ride and pretend we’re on a honeymoon!”

“I don’t know, Carl. Where would we stay?”

“OK, I’ve got an Aunt who lives in Chicago but has an apartment in Brooklyn Heights. She lets us stay there when the guys are going to the Yankee games. I have a key and all I need to do is give her a call to see if it’s OK. What do you think?”

“Let me think about it tonight,” she said. “Meet me here tomorrow at around noon and we’ll discuss it but no promises.”

“OK, but it should be fun!” We finished our lunch while talking about how things had changed since we first met and with a lot of hopeful anticipation in my imagination.

At noon the next day, she said, “Yes” and I said, “Let’s go!” but there was a catch; she had no money and couldn’t leave until after her last class on Wednesday. The money wasn’t a big deal. I had some Christmas money my grandma had sent a few days before. The late class turned out to be a problem because snow began falling around midnight and continued into the next morning. Transportation into the City was slow so we didn’t get into Aunt Ginny’s condo until it was almost dark.

The view over the East River was both beautiful and romantic but neither of s had eaten since breakfast. Our best bet was to grab a sandwich at the deli down the street and pick up a bottle of wine at the corner store. The storm was nearly over as we braved the elements. We reached the deli just as it was about to close, ordering 2 enormous corned beef sandwiches on rye. The wine we chose was the large bottle, 1.5 L of Chardonnay. I prefer a red wine but Madison preferred white wines.

After dinner, if you want to call it that, and lots of wine our main objection was to stay warm. She sat tantalizingly close as we watched TV. “Are you tired,” I asked.

“Yes, it’s been a long day and I was up studying until after midnight last night.”

I still wasn’t sure how to bring up the sleeping arrangements but finally asked, “OK, ya want me to sleep here on the couch or do you need a snuggle friend?”

“A snuggle friend is good, especially on such a cold wintry night,” came a drowsy response.

“OK, I’m gonna take a quick shower and you snuggle under the blankets. I’ll be there in a minute.” I really didn’t know what else to do thinking she needed a little privacy.

Once out of the shower, I put on a clean izmit escort pair of briefs and headed for bed. Madison had snuggled herself under the covers as if to make a nest out of the bed. As I slid between the sheets, her back was to me so I could only see only her beautiful blond hair on the pillow. Putting my arm around her, I could only feel skin. She was naked, at least from the waist up! Madison turned over to whisper, “I forgot my PJs. Do you mind?”

Nothing like answering with the obvious. “Of course not,” I stammered.

“I gotta go take a pee,” she said rolling out of bed headed for the bathroom. It was my first glance at Madison fully nude. Her breasts were not huge but proportionate to her slim body. She had pink puffy nipples that fit nicely with her perky upturned boobs. Her ass was tight and firm. She had the legs of a model. Her body was just perfect in every way. I had to wonder if she was a virgin because she certainly could pass for an angel.

Madison returned from the john hiding nothing … no towel, no embarrassment. It was if she was proud of her body and didn’t mind showing it off. I, on the other hand, indulged myself by staring at her rosy nipples and shaved pussy. Of course, my cock strained to be released from the boxer shorts. Back in bed and under the covers, she turned to me and said, “Carl, I have a little secret. I didn’t tell your everything. You remember my story about New Orleans? Well, part of it is true.”

She had my fullest attention! “Well,” she continued, “Paul, my boyfriend at the time, and I planned to go there over break. I was sooo excited and really dreamed about the trip but we got into a major fight over some stupid thing and broke up last month. He’ll be there fucking Sophia Henderson instead of me. I haven’t had sex since we broke up and I’m so horny. Do you mind doing a little more than just snuggling?”

“Ahhh, sure,” was my less than clever response. At that point she reached down and plucked my cock from my shorts.

“Gee Carl, you are really really hard but there is one thing you must promise. I stopped taking the pill when Paul and I broke up so don’t cum inside me. I’d love it if I could take you in my mouth when you are ready to finish, OK?”

OK!

Her nipples responded to my tongue and lips. Her pussy was delicious and wet. My hard throbbing dick slid so easily into her, I knew she was no virgin, angel or not. We continued fucking for some time. The wine helped me from exploding for just long enough for her to have a nice orgasm. Just as I was about to pour my juices into her, she seemed to sense my climax and pulled away, quickly, even expertly, engulfed my cock in her mouth. A half dozen jets of jizz filled her mouth while she tried to keep it from dripping out. A few drops dribbled onto her chin but with a flick of a finger, she slid it back onto her lips.

“Yum! That was really yummy, Carl. Let’s do it again.”

“Madison, you gotta give me some time. I’m totally spent. You are a gorgeous girl and I’ve never had such great sex but can you give me a little time to recover?

“Carl, you’ll probably fall asleep and I need you. Hey, by the way, your cum is the best I’ve ever tasted! Do me again.”

“Listen, if I fall asleep, give me a little wake-up call. You know what I mean, right?”

“OK, but I might be even more desperate the next time.”

I must have dozed off because it seemed only a few minutes before she was massaging my package. She had found some body oil in the bathroom so I was well lubed for out next encounter. “How long has it been?”

“You were totally out for about an hour but I can’t wait any longer,” she purred still stroking my rising member.

“OK, I think I’m ready,” and I was. We fucked in doggy, cowboy, reverse cowboy and a few positions requiring athletic abilities but each time she finished me off by sucking my cock and swallowing each load. She was a cum angel and who would have guessed she was such a slut?

We slept late the next morning, almost until noon. We showered together and as expected, she went down on me but without much luck. I was still in a recovery mode and you can’t get blood from a turnip. Madison was disappointed but she understood. After dressing in our warmest clothes, the two us walked out into the wintry city, had lunch, walked the Brooklyn Bridge, then headed for Central Park. I negotiated an outrageous fee with the driver of a fine carriage that took us around the park for almost an hour. It was romantic but cold. After I tipped the driver, she asked, “What’s next?”

An idea had sort of been rattling around in my head during the horse and buggy ride but bringing it up was tricky business. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea but what the heck, I gave it a try. “Let’s go to the Toy Store on Park Avenue. We’re not far away.”

“What kind of toys?” she asked with izmit escort bayan a quizzical expression.

“Well, mostly adult toys if you’re game.”

“I don’t need any toys. I’ve got you!” she said with a sly smile

“Do you know what a glory hole is?”

“Not exactly. Is it a girl toy or a boy toy.”

“Well, both and I think you’d love it.”

“Why is that?” she inquired.

“It’s a place where you can get your fill of joy juice and all the time no one knows you are there.”

“Carl, this sounds kind of weird. How does it work?”

“Look, Madison, you don’t have to do it, just see what you think. You might find it exciting and fulfilling if you know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t know what you mean, Carl. Are you asking me to walk the street like a prostitute or something?”

“Nope, it is completely anonymous. You step into a ladies room with a guy on the other side of the wall. He can’t see you and you can’t see him. He puts a contribution, usually ten dollars, in a little door on the wall and sticks his cock in a nearby hole. The person on the other side services the guy with a blow job.”

“But I don’t really want to blow a stranger. If I did it, I only want to do it with you.”

“You can do it with me if want to try it.” By that time we were standing outside the Toy Store looking in. She still wasn’t totally sold on the idea but since there weren’t many customers in the shop, she said, OK.”

The rest room was in the far back of the shop and after we had passed the porn videos, vibrators, cock extenders and such, we finally reached a dimly lit area near what appeared to be a small theater. At least it had chairs and a tiny stage. We couldn’t see anyone around so Madison went into the “Girlz Room.” I went around to the side only to find a guy unzipping his pants and putting a bill in the “donation” door. He turned around and said, “Hey buddy, I’m first. You gotta wait your turn.”

On the other side of the wall I could hear the door lock and then Madison said, “OK Carl, I’m here.”

“You Carl?” the stranger asked.

“Yep and you are about to get sucked off by my girlfriend who thinks it’s me.”

“Great!” he said plunging his hard long cock into the hole. He was about my size so Madison just might not notice it wasn’t me.

With all of the grunting, groaning on one side and slurping and humming on the other, it didn’t take long for the man to ejaculate as if he was a stallion fucking a mare. When he was done, all he said was “Thanks buddy, She’s fucking great!”

Before I could get unzipped, I heard the door unlock and open so I went out to meet Madison. Her face was flushed but she seemed happy. “So what did you think?”

“It was strange but really sexy. It made me so horny that as I was sucking you off, I pleasured myself a little.”

“It wasn’t me.”

“What do you mean it wasn’t you?”

“It wasn’t me. I mean another guy was in line before me and wouldn’t let me go first.”

“God Carl, I can’t believe you did this to me.”

“Look Madison, it wasn’t my fault and you enjoyed it, right?”

“That’s not the point. You did that on purpose, didn’t yo

“No I didn’t. It just happened that way.”

She didn’t talk to me all the way back to the condo and not a word during dinner. She did say one thing. “You are really an asshole.”

It was easy to understand why there was no sex that night. I was out of favor no matter how much she loved the taste of my cum.

Morning came with separate showers. Breakfast was a little frosty and that was not due to the wintry weather. We talked a little but mostly small talk. I wanted to go to the American Museum of Natural History since my major was geology. Madison was an art major and wanted to go to MoMA. I caved first. She was already pissed enough at me so there was no reason to make it worse. We really had a good time in the museum. Madison enthusiastically explained some of the pieces and something about the artists. She knew her art. For me, it was mostly abstract experimentation with little redeeming value but then I am a scientist.

As we left the building, she said, “Ya know Carl, I’ve been thinking. Yesterday wasn’t so bad after all. I was just mad because it was like you tricked me. When I think of doing it again, I get really horny. Let’s go back.”

“Sure but Friday night can get pretty busy in New York and I probably won’t be first in line.”

“Let’s go see,” she said with a gleam in her eyes and excitement in her voice.

“Right!”

It was late afternoon, almost dark, when we arrived outside the Toy Store. There was a very different atmosphere inside as we stood shivering in the snow. There were probably a half dozen customers looking at the DVD collection and another two or three checking out the sex toys. “Do you still kocaeli escort wanna go in?” I asked.

“Sure. Let’s see what’s going on.”

One woman was asking for Michael Lucas’ life-like dildo which they didn’t have in stock so she tried to decide between a Johnny Hazzard 7 inch toy and a Brandon Lee model. We didn’t stay around to see what she bought as we went further back into the store. In the back there was some music and a lighted area so we checked it out. It was the theater, of course, only this time there were dozens of men watching a nude woman simulating sex acts on stage. Each time she brought out a toy, she talked about it’s virtues, demonstrated it, and asked if any of the gentlemen would like to buy it for their lady friend. She was doing pretty good business.

There were 3 ladies waiting in line for the Girlz Room. Madison looked disappointed so I went up to a clerk to ask how long it might take for my girlfriend to get in. He told me some of the women actually think it is a toilet and are in there for only a couple of minutes. The others are wives taking care of their husbands and they don’t last long. He said to figure on 15 minutes.

“By the way, we have a special deal here tonight for girls willing to service more than one guy. It works like this … For every guy that cums, she gets half the money put in our glory hole door. If it’s only two, she gets $10. If she does 20, it’s a hundred bucks. But let me know ahead of time so I can ring the bell.”

“What’s the bell thing about?” I asked

“The bell sounds each time a guy is finished telling the next one to step up to the plate.”

“I see, I’ll ask my girlfriend.”

By the time I explained it all to Madison, there was only one lady ahead of her. Madison seemed uncertain but as she said, she could use the money and she loves the taste of cum. Finally, just before opening the door, she said, “OK, ring the bell.”

“Oh by the way, before you go in,” I said. “Some girls like to get pussy fucked. They have to be athletic in order to press their cunt to the wall but you might like to try it.”

I told the bell ringer she was ready. The first ring brought a muscular man to the hole. His money was paid and in went a fat but not so long cock. He lasted only a minute and a half before the bell rang again. Next was a tall thin guy with a thinnish curved organ who gave out animalistic sounds as he released a gushing stream of love juice into Madison. The sounds were almost funny but he deserved a lot of credit for his enthusiasm. Then came a short stocky guy with a thick but uncut prick. I wondered if she had ever had sex with an uncircumcised guy. He must have been there for at least 5 minutes before squirting a torrent of cum into her appreciative throat. He was followed by a black guy that looked like a football player. After paying, he unzipped and plowed ahead. Needless to say, his dick was mammoth. I wondered how Madison could take it all in. That gave me a thought. I decided to join Madison to watch her suck the remaining hopeful guys. As it turned out, Madison didn’t disappoint them.

“What are you doing here?” she asked in surprise.

“I wanna watch to see how you’re doin’. I think I might join you,” sounding rather anxious.

She laughed while saying, “Hey, I already tried the pussy fuck like you said on guy number four. The guy had such a huge dick; I had to try him. It felt so good when I finally got him in my cunny. He really stretched me to the limit! We both got off together so you’re gonna get sloppy seconds”

The bell kept ringing. Most times, a cock was as hard as steel and that was when Madison would tease the tip of his dick until she could lap up his pre-cum as an appetizer. Then she went to work with a great deal of energy until she devoured the main course. A few were not fully extended when entering the glory hole and Madison had to work her mouth like a vacuum sucking him in until he was fully loaded. As each guy shot load after load into Madison eager mouth, she drank their spunk with a great deal of delight, After finishing a guy off and swallowing the last drop, she would give a sigh of contentment like somebody gives at the end of an especially fine meal. It was like a feeding frenzy! I found a dripping wet pussy and enjoyed her charms as I watched in amazement. She didn’t seem to mind when I came deep inside her lovely passion hole. She wasn’t kidding. There was some leftover in her love box from guy number four so I really did get sloppy seconds. I didn’t mind. A glory hole for some and a passion hole for me.

Dessert came from a penis no larger than that of a young boy’s. It was tiny but as stiff as a rod and Madison embraced it until he squirted a few jets past her succulent lips. Leaving the Girlz Room, we walked passed several angry looking ladies as they saw the “angel” that had serviced their husbands and boyfriends. Without speaking a word, we left the Toy Store with a fist full of cash and a very satisfied girl.

It was dinner time but Madison, understandably, wasn’t hungry. Laying in my arms that night in bed, Madison turned to me and said, “God, Carl, I had so much fun today. Wait until the girls hear about that place!”

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Before I start writing about my very first panty sniffing experience, it is fitting that I write about the incident that started me on the panty sniffing itself, namely the prelude to the actual incident. It starts off many years back where an innocent 18 year old boy starts masturbating for the first time.

At that time, I was totally innocent. I had never jacked myself off in my life. My family and I planned to spend the weekend over at my grandparents place as they wanted to celebrate my coming birthday for me in advance. My mom’s parents had always had a soft spot for me as I was their favorite grandson.

On Friday night, my parents, me and my younger sister drove for two hours to my grandparent’s house, reaching there about 9 pm at night. My maternal grandfather whom I call Ah Kong came out to meet us happily. My maternal grandmother, Ah Po had already gone to bed so she wasn’t there to greet us. After settling into the guest room for the night, we all went to bed.

The next morning, Ah Kong woke up early to go tend to his garden. My grandparents lived in an old house with a wide plot of land. The house was rather ancient with wooden partitions as walls in some parts of the house. The garden was huge, and Ah Kong planted all kinds of vegetables and fruit trees which he harvested regularly.

When my parents woke up, Ah Kong was still out in the garden and not wanting to disturb me from sleeping; they washed up & bathed before going out for breakfast with my sister & Ah Po. Little did I know what would happen within the next two hours would change my life and shape the fetish which has become my obsession ever since then.

The house was rather big, so when I awoke instead of using the smaller bathroom downstairs to wash up, I decided to use one of those upstairs which were bigger. I had just finished bathing and was about to go down the stairs when I heard Ah Kong whistling while coming in from the garden.

I was about to ask him if he wanted to go out for breakfast with me, when to my surprise, Ah Kong opened the door escort izmit of the guestroom where my family was staying and went in. I slowly crept down the stairs wondering what he was doing in there.

Ah Kong apparently thought everyone was out of the house as he had seen my dad’s car drive out of the compound. He didn’t even bother locking the room door or even closing it tightly. There was still a small gap between the door frame and the door when he closed it. I pressed my eye towards it and peeped through the gap.

Shockingly, my grandfather was digging through my mother’s clothes bag. He went about it carefully, taking out layer after layer of clothes and placing them on top of each other in the same order. Finally he got to what he wanted as I saw his face light up.

He took out the clothes which my mother had just taken off this morning and placed into her traveling laundry bag. He slowly unzipped the bag and took her clothes out. First out was her t-shirt followed by her bra. Next was her pair of jeans and last out of the bag was a rolled up pair of mom’s pink panties.

My heart started beating faster and faster as I sensed that I was watching something out of the ordinary and which I should not be watching. Ah Kong placed all the clothes carefully to one side of the floor and picked up my mother’s panties. He walked over to the guestroom bed and lay down.

He pulled off his slacks together with his underwear at once and threw them both on the floor. His hard cock sprang out at once. I was startled; this was the first cock I had seen in my entire life. Ah Kong slowly unrolled my mom’s panties and stared at the crotch area for a while before bringing it up to his nose.

My own cock was jumping in my pants. My curiosity was soon to be satisfied. Ah Kong started rubbing his cock up and down with his left hand while taking deep breaths of my mother’s panties. I couldn’t resist it any longer as my own cock was straining at my pants. I pulled down my own pants and underwear and released darıca escort my own manhood.

Taking an example from Ah Kong, I started rubbing my cock up and down, following his rhythm. It felt good, unknown sensations running through me for the first time in my life. It was very kinky watching my grandfather sniffing the panties of his own daughter. I had always thought Ah Kong to be a kindly nice old man, always doting on me. It was rather a shock to see this side of him.

I could feel weird feelings coursing through my cock as I watched the scene before me unfold. Ah Kong started taking small licks at mother’s panty crotch. I couldn’t watch anymore as I felt a strong urge to shoot something out of my cock. I quickly ran back to the bathroom upstairs.

Just in time, I ran in. Sperm starting shooting out of my cock into the toilet bowl. I had never had such a strong sense of pleasure before. Finally, I collapsed on the toilet floor after my wave of pleasure had subsided. I quickly cleaned up my cum, and flushed the toilet bowl. Intentionally walking loudly, I went downstairs.

I could tell Ah Kong had finished as well because I saw the door to the guestroom properly closed. Before I could wonder where grandfather was, he came out of the kitchen and asked me whether I wanted any breakfast. He was still panting slightly and his face was flushed. My family returned not too long after we had started breakfast of noodles with egg.

The day passed very fast for me, as my head was still in a whirl over what had happened. Even at night, when all of us went out for dinner to celebrate my birthday, my mind was still not concentrating. Before I blew out the candles on my birthday cake, Ah Po asked me, “So what is your birthday wish?” I silently wished for the chance to finally see a woman naked as I blew out the candles in one big breath.

We reached home rather late as we sat at dinner talking about everything under the sun. Everyone was very tired and fell asleep upon reaching back escort bayan to my grandparent’s house, except for me. I could not sleep as I kept recalling the scene I had seen this morning. How could my kindly old grandfather be doing such a thing?! Sniffing the panties from his own daughter’s pussy?

I couldn’t fall asleep so I went to get a drink of water. As I passed the stair way, I noticed my grandmother just walk into the master bedroom upstairs. Wondering why she was still up so late, I crept upstairs. The light was still turned on under the door. There was also a beam of light coming out from a hole in the wall, shooting out into the dark hallway.

Once again, I put my eye to the hole. My grandparents were both naked and cuddling on the bed. Ah Kong was kissing Ah Po and fondling her saggy breasts. A sense of deja vu came over me, as my shorts hit the floor for the second time today.

Ah Kong stopped fondling Ah Po’s breasts and pushed her gently onto her back. Climbing on top of her, he carefully inserted his cock into her cunt. Amazingly Ah Po’s pubic hair was still fairly black with only minor streaks of grey. It looked hot to me. As it was an old house and the hole in the wall was pretty big, I had a very good view of all the action going on inside.

Grandma was moaning in time to Ah Kong’s thrusts and I was jerking my cock like hell outside. This was the best birthday present I had in a long time. They only fucked in the missionary position back in their days, as I found out next time. There was no such thing as oral sex, anal sex and sex was only done in the missionary position. Ah Kong didn’t last very long before he started spurting inside Ah Po’s cunt. Ah Po also seemingly had a mini orgasm at the same time as her moans became slightly higher pitched and she arched her back as Ah Kong pumped his sperm into her cunt.

I couldn’t resist anymore either and I once again ran to the bathroom and spurted streams of cum into the toilet bowl. We left for home the next day and I had learnt a great deal from this birthday trip. My birthday gift of a new wallet was in my pocket, but my unofficial birthday gift of sex education was worth much more to me besides being more enjoyable. My education was complete. It would be almost two weeks before I actually sniffed my first pair of panties. But that is a story for another time.

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After my defeat by Karen, I wanted to disappear, and I didn’t care where I wound up. While reading the paper I found a classified ad for an assistant mechanic on a fishing boat docked in the harbor. They sounded desperate, and no experience was necessary, so I informed my advisor I was taking a semester off, and walked to the bay. When I got to the gangplank I told a sailor why I’d come and he ushered me on board to the bridge, where I met the first mate. He gave me the wage and how long I would probably be doing it, and led me to the engine room. The job wasn’t centered on fixing anything, but required me to stand at a display console and watch a bunch of gauges, all of which were in German. If anything went haywire I was to sound a whistle, and the real technician somewhere in the ship’s bowels would stop tinkering. After things went back to normal, I blew the horn twice more, and he resumed his service. This involved standing in a loud, steamy dungeon completely alone every day as the slave of an enormous machine. It was ideal.

As days passed I grew used to the situation. The mechanic never showed himself, but without fail the works would slumber whenever I gave the alarm, and they would start up when I gave the all-clear. The outside world didn’t seem to exist in that cramped sauna, and I lost a little excess weight to the heat. I was hidden for a while at least, and when the engagement ended I knew I could find another one like it. No one could get to me.

Three weeks into this routine, the engines stopped completely. The longest pause in their running until then had lasted six or seven minutes, but this episode had gone on an hour when I decided to do something. I didn’t want to go on deck in case everything began with nobody at my post to give warnings, but I couldn’t stand there any longer while nothing happened, so I crawled into the depths of the beast to find the mysterious repairman.

It was when rounding a corner that I had my first glimpse of her, while she was hunched at a wrench that had been fixed to a giant bracket bolt. She was twisting it in a form-fitting black tank top tucked into gray boxer briefs, and nothing else except some oily war paint. Her hair was done up in a dirty bandanna, but a few tendrils of filthy, tangled brown sprang from it. I stood in a trance, captivated by her physique. The level shoulders beneath the straps were immense, and the restrictive fabric subsumed her breasts in the curves of her pectorals. Both of her arms and her trunk were wide, solid, and springy, though her pale, freckly skin lacked any muscular definition. Large, strong thighs flexed over thick, taut ankles, and her bare feet gripped the ground like puma paws. Not so much straining as firmly coaxing the stuck bar in repeated pulls, her focus was too narrow to include me while I watched her back tighten and loosen in the cycle of her movements. Suddenly she stepped out of profile to address the problem from a different perspective, and I caught sight of a bulge in her shorts that was the shape of a strapped-on dildo, which projected to a point near her left hip two inches above the waistband. My jaw dropped, and when I looked up at her she was mirroring my stare. Unfurling her fingers and replacing them on the handle but still looking at me, she drew up on the stubborn device, letting her big, capable chest puff out in my direction. This jolted me to my senses, and I retreated to my panel of dials.

Crouching there for several minutes I almost hyperventilated, not sure if that dick bound in cotton was an hallucination, a message from the sorority house, or just random chance. izmit escort With my mind whirling, I tried to find the right course of action. At once I heard a terrible clang from the direction of her station, and then some dull whirring. Around me the dingy room came to life, as the engine started functioning. I reflexively checked the meters, and found nothing in the red. All the levels were still elevated, but they appeared to be declining very slowly. She had mended it.

“Ha ha! Alright,” I cheered, even though I knew my stay aboard that vessel had most likely come to an end. “Yes!” Then I turned, and found her standing patiently at the door. “Well done,”

I said quietly.

In her right hand she carried the hefty wrench I’d seen her wield, and in her left an old coffee can that contained stiff globs of grimy red gel. Slung at her shoulder was a long, rotten shirt sleeve. Protruding from the unbuttoned hole of her underwear was a translucent rubber cock of disturbing length. Her eyebrows went up, expectantly.

“Look, I can’t,” I stammered. Without hesitating she cast the wrench at the wall, and flung the rag beside it. Then she tossed the cylinder to my feet. A chunk of the lubricant rolled from it to the floor by me. She put her hands on her hips. “Please,” I whined, but it was no use. The dick nodded lightly at me. I inhaled deeply, and got on my knees.

I scooped up a generous wad of the substance and applied it carefully to the top of her dildo, scraping my hand clean as I ran it down the side of the shaft. Then I formed a circle with my fore and middle fingers and thumb, and slowly smoothed the lube over her in a rotating jack motion. Fro and to, base and head, I glorified her manhood as it bobbed an inch from my mouth, with my eyes on hers and she observing me. Adding two more dabs got it coated, and when I couldn’t see an exposed spot on the jelly surface, I sat on my feet and folded my hands in my lap obediently. My gaze again found hers.

As she walked past me she grabbed my shirt at the collar and dragged me with her. I stumbled into a lope and trailed her to the desk, where she took my left arm in her left hand and spun me with enough zip that I doubled over it, so my back was to her. My arms scrambled for purchase among the papers and tools. She leaned her legs on mine to keep me in check. Her arms slunk around me and undid my belt.

“Oh,” I moaned as the slithering dick smeared the seat of my pants.

When she had unzipped me she stepped away and bent low, keeping her knees locked, to drag the garment to the floor. Then she straightened and reached out for my hips to pull me to her with a magnitude of strength I had never experienced. I nearly bumped my skull on the blotter before planting my hands on it, and even then I was unsteady. Her foot pinned the bunched clothing that was binding my feet, and she lifted me deftly at the waist, leaving me in a t-shirt, socks, and sneakers. She kicked the mess away and returned me to the ground. That time I blanched at her ability, and a laugh escaped me.

“Wow.” By then I was alert and had recovered my balance and dexterity.

Her hand guided the phallus to my hole. She seized on me at the thighs and merged us easily with one forward glide. My head shot up involuntarily.

“Breathe,” she said, in a surprisingly feminine voice, and I complied. Rather than hump me, she let us sway together for minutes, to dissolve the differences of our identities. This was extremely relaxing, and I let my thoughts drift while she stirred us. I realized as I calmed how tense izmit escort kızları and wary I had been since Karen used me.

Despite her soothing and attentive intro, the woman’s style of penetration wasn’t tender or loving. Once she felt I was comfortable, her interest landed solely on my hips, which she maneuvered on and off her cock with no more effort than she’d make in handling a basketball. As though weighted, my upper half, head and limbs flailed pathetically in each shock wave generated by the concealment with my ass of her rod. Like a heartbeat the action consisted of a pair of contractions, one pulling me all the way to her before replacing me at the end of the dick, and the other an aftershock caused by her grip halting my slide off the skewer. One-two, one-two, the swinging persisted that way for ten minutes.

She gave me three vigorous prods and made a quick about-face with me as if it were I that was strapped to her, and I squealed at her athleticism. Her left palm fell on my back and jackknifed me so that my knuckles smacked the ground. The proud straightness of her spine reasserted itself and I was rattled by the collisions of my manipulated rear and her sharply darting pelvis, with the hunting cock galloping inside me and her face fixed intently atop her corded neck muscles. Those thrusts came also in twos. When she was satisfied with that, she put her left knee on the ground and met it with the right one, collapsing and depressing me in the process absentmindedly, as though she had forgotten I was there. While I feebly attempted to align my calves, she planted the balls of her left foot on the floor beside me, and her right one in the opposite position. Stained and cold, the hard ground didn’t faze her, but the warm snugness of her crotch clamped to my ass by her energetic thighs made my heart race and my toes curl. Next, she draped her heavy arms over my ribs so that her fingers could creep down onto my shoulders to hold me securely. Then, she took me for an hour.

Popping up from her wrestler’s pose, she set the dick flopping freely, and I fell on my right forearm. Surveying my crumpled form, she smirked.

“No loafing on the company dime.” She stooped and hoisted me to my feet by my elbow. “Come on,” she urged. When she stood me up to face her I squinted through fatigue, and the terror of realization chilled me.

“You’re kidding,” I sobbed.

“Yes, I am.”

I was picked up by the armpits and my rear end was placed on the desk.

“No more.”

“There, there.” The cock stoked my anus, and entered. I groaned. She lifted me to her, impaling me. “Wrap your legs around me. Tighter.” My ankles crossed on her ass.

“Who are you?” I asked sourly. At that, she smiled. Her hands clasped my waist and brought me briskly onto the stationary dildo with mechanical regularity, making me gasp. One of my shoes was knocked loose by the shaking, but she never vacillated, slacked her erect posture, or narrowed her broad stance. Five more minutes of being used to hide her cock was enough to send thin tears lining my cheeks. All of my endurance had gone. The fucking stopped, and she wiped the salty water away with her thumb. The woman looked at me silently, and I hugged her neck. Finally, she continued bouncing me.

“It’s so good,” I whispered.

Half an hour later, I was on the desk, examining the ceiling. She stood, stroking her glorious cock out of me for one second and into me for two, rocking me on my ass and shoulders, with her mighty forearms clutching my thighs to her belly. Her insistent gebze escort lurching compelled me to tilt my face away from her, as if she were nudging me to look at something. I saw the wall of dials with labels I couldn’t read but could understand by their color-coding, all needles sinking to the green zones with jerky reluctance. Among them one was most active, dipping to OK for intervals twice as long as those for which it rose to CAUTION, but none of them said DANGER anymore. In sync with the positive forecast, the dark, bulky member tunneled in, and with the wavering to yellow its slippery girth left me. My breath ran out when I made the connection between events. A slow, graceful dive into safety and a pause were followed by a fluttering removal to neutrality. Gradually the pressure dropped, and the pointer settled gently at zero. The shirt she wore stretched audibly as she swelled, and I heard her grunt softly through her pursed lips. My ass was filled. Raising my head I saw her jaw jut out as she pressed at the already buried phallus. When she caught me looking, her determination gave way to a self-conscious grin.

“That should do it,” she judged. The great breadth of her frame obsessed my vision. “How do you feel?”

“Better.”

“Up for a more strenuous activity?”

“I’ll do whatever you say.”

Standing half bowed with my wrists held fast behind me, I received a succession of pumps that were as spirited as her manhandling of me during the first insertions, but I was numbed to pain and exhaustion at that point. She remained stable as an oak, cushioning my backward reverberations, and reining me without visible exertion of her upper arms or chest. Our proximity didn’t hinder utilization of the entire the dildo, though its size necessitated that I fall a full foot away from her before she tugged me back onto the shaft. Each landing was perfectly precise, and I felt no more strain on one part of my rim than I did on any other. That ended when she moved her hands to my hips and gave about fifty long lunges, those booming in at roughly one per second. I cried “Oh,” in ecstasy with every thud.

To finish, she once more picked me up with the two of us joined, and lowered my front onto the desk. She stood up on her toes and let her belly cover me, resting her hands flat on the table at my midsection, so that she was mounted like a wild animal. There were jabs from the dick, but they immediately tapered into a constricted rutting which tenaciously gathered steam. That time she spared her cool, and showed off what her body could do. Her awareness traveled to her lower half, leaving her arms to automatically suspend that fleshy torso in a strongman’s top, and concentrated like a star of creative force in her nether region. Literally thinking with the other head, her total range of options became “push in and pull out,” and all of her vast physical powers were slaved to those goals.

Pummeled barbarically, I went into convulsions. My ejaculation was lost in cascading spasms, and if it weren’t for stains on the engineer’s documents I might never have known that I came. When I found my wits I put both hands on the wall to brace my pelvis from cracking against the wooden structure under me. Her rigorous upward strokes culminated in three, drawn out, closing thrusts accompanied by primal screams. Instantly she withdrew from me and steadied herself with a hand on the far wall, as she regained her composure. Then she collected her wrench and can of lubricant, and left me.

As I fastened my belt she walked into the room, this time without the dildo sprouting from her sporty undies but wearing a tattered pair of gray cargo shorts.

“Here,” she said, and put a cord around my neck. Attached to it was a small navigational compass. “In case you get lost again.”

She saw me to the ladder well, and closed the engine room’s door behind me. I ascended eight steps to the light.

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I would like to read more stories with wool fetish as a theme, like some of the stories submitted by Smother or Maude. That being the case; I have tried to write a story in the same vein myself. Comments and improvements are appreciated.

It was winter and bitterly cold outside. I was leaving my home town on a late-night flight to go to university, unsure of what the future might bring. I was half asleep, waiting for my flight to start boarding, when she entered the waiting area; a vivacious blonde in a fantastic fuzzy blue turtleneck sweater and high-heeled knee-long musketeer boots. If I should describe her in just three words, she was ‘curvy, sexy and hot’.

I could pinpoint the age of my friends within a year or so, but I could not determine her age with any accuracy. Not that it mattered – she looked great. She was probably not in her thirties – there was a certain maturity and ripeness about her that made me suspect that she was a bit older. But she was probably not past fifty either, but who could really tell. Her makeup was flawless, and I instantly noticed her long, pointed, scarlet fingernails. Her on-board luggage consisted of a leather shoulder-bag and a large, chunky knitted coat that she had on her arm.

She did not belong to my generation, but she looked more desirable than anyone I had ever met before. She looked so sure of herself, so confident and so feminine in that fluffy, fuzzy blue sweater that hugged her body. The sweater followed the contour of her hips, and a wide, rib-knit section tucked it in nicely below her sexy bottom. A wide, black leather belt matching her black boots was cinched around her waist and emphasized her full, hourglass figure.

I had always had a thing for self-confident mature women. Girls my own age were either childish and boring or haughty and condescending. But I often got on great with the mothers of many of my friends. This woman, however, was something else again. I could see that I was not the only male person that was giving her a good look-over.

We started boarding, but I held back, taking a last, longing look at the beautiful blonde as she approached the gate. As it happened, I reached the gate just after her and stood there panting as I stared at her fantastic well-rounded bottom. I had to control myself in order not to reach out and feel that gorgeous sweater.

When I showed my boarding pass, there turned out to be some problem with my seating or over-booking or something like that. The blonde lady must have overheard, because she turned around and said a few words I did not catch to the stewardess at the gate. Obviously, that solved the problem and I was waived aboard.

I had expected escort izmit a cramped seat at the back of the plane, but the on-board hostess showed me to one of the front rows on business class. The mature blonde had the window seat, her chunky coat lay on the seat next to her and I had the seat next to the aisle.

She politely invited me to move her coat and sit next to her. I marvelled at the softness and fluffiness of her coat as I moved it, and could not help myself from stroking and patting it as I had it in my hands. It was marvellous. I knew I was a wool fetishist deep down. She patted the seat next to her. Oh, those long red fingernails were so sexy. I felt very self-conscious sitting next to her – she was so beautiful and so attractive. I am sure that my cheeks were flushing beet-red.

She chatted me up right away, innocent small-talk of the kind I knew from the mothers of many of my friends. Where I was going? What I would be doing there? I answered mostly in short, timid sentences the way most young men do, but she did not relent. After a short while she knew everything about me and I nothing about her. I just knew that she knitted and loved to knit all kinds of garments. And that she had a friendly smile, fine teeth, perfect makeup, lovely full bosom, soft blonde curls and dangerously long scarlet fingernails – I could not help myself staring.

She had her knitting needles out and as knitting what looked like a small sock in the same colour as her super-soft sweater. My eyes were transfixed on her knitting needles and her fingers and nails. I could not understand how she could knit so fast and without dropping a stitch with those long nails. In my mind I wondered what it would feel like to be scratched by those nails. I also wondered if her sweater was just as soft and cuddly as her coat. Or how she would react if I reached out and touched her.

I had some fantasy images of my cock being buried in the soft wool of her sweater and her hands slowly stroking it. Or those nails scratching the inside of my thighs and my naked dick. I remembered an image I had once seen in a porn magazine of long, sharp fingernails like hers tormenting a stiff pulsating cock, tearing into the naked skin causing intense lust, excitement and pain all at once. I believe I must have groaned or something, because she looked strangely at me.

The lights had been turned down in the cabin, and many of the passengers were taking a nap. The hostesses were handing out blankets. My blonde friend must have decided that I needed small nap myself, because without much ado she raised the armrest between us, put her arm around me and drew me close. kocaeli escort Oh, that felt so nice. I let myself and nuzzled my head against her shoulder, buried my face in her hair and the thick soft wool of her turtleneck sweater.

She had a hostess cover us with her thick, soft and woolly winter coat. I do know whether we were taken for mother and son, and I did not care. I was in heaven. It was so nice and warm next to this gorgeous mature woman and under her warm fluffy coat. My trousers were bulging – I was excited, but I would have been content with just being allowed to nuzzle up close to her for the duration of the flight. However, soon I felt her hands on me, opening my shirt, and her fingernails softly scratching my cheek, my chin, my neck and my chest. That felt so good. The scratching of her fingernails made me even more sensitive to the soft, but also slightly itchy wool when she brushed me with her sleeves.

I could not help myself and began to explore her body, my roaming hands unseen under the great coat. I stroked the outside of her thighs, felt the shape of her hips, venture boldly upwards towards her chest. I hardly dared touch her breast, but I let my hands float over the outer ends of the soft fluffy wool just following the contour. I felt a nipple stiffen under my hand, and now it was her turn to groan.

For miles and miles we rocketed through the winter air exploring each other’s bodies. She alternated between softly stroking my naked skin and scratching it. I alternated between stroking her woollen-clad body and groping her thighs, her hips and her breasts. I lightly pinched her nipples through the soft wool, and she responded by scratching my own nipples – hard. I pinched her nipples harder, and she grabbed hold of one of my nipples with the sharp ends of her fingernails and twisted – hard. I groaned into her neck, the thick wool muffling my sounds.

My hand had found its way between her legs, under her sweater. Her thighs were covered in silky smooth nylons and felt cool and warm at the same time. At first she held her thighs close together, preventing any further progress, but slowly she relented. I let my hand explore further, reaching the wide, slight scratchy band of her stay-up stockings. At the same time I felt her fingers manipulating my trouser belt. As my hand touched her soft mound encased in lacy, patterned panties, her hand enclosed my stiff member and started scratching and stroking it through my shorts. I was close to cumming then and there, but she deftly alternated between scratching me at all the sensitive spots and stroking me lovingly – ever so slowly. I lifted körfez escort my hips from the seat so that she could manipulate my stiff cock out of the restraints of my shorts.

Around us people were asleep or dozing. I could hear the hostesses walking up and down the centre aisle, but I felt no mental restraint, no holding back. This was heaven. I was so warm, so safe in this mature woman’s warm embrace, and more excited than I had ever been before. I stroked the outside of her panties with my fingers, feeling the contour of her soft pussy, building images of her mature pussy from the sensations of my exploring fingers. Behind the lacy front I could feel her labia and a wet spot forming. As she slightly parted her legs further I could feel the slight depression that constituted the opening between her outer cunt lips. An opening closed to me by her panties.

The sleeves of her sweater felt so nice stroking my naked skin, but now something equally soft was caressing my straining member. I remembered the miniature sock she had knitted. That must be it. She was easing this soft garment down over my cock, inches at a time. I was ready to spurt, but she expertly took her time, squeezed my cock and waited for the built-up tension to subside before progressing further. In the meantime some of my fingers had circumvented the obstacle of her panties and found their way behind the elastic band. Oh, she was dripping wet and very excited. Slick with moisture two of my fingers slipped in between her cunt lips and found the secret passage to her love canal.

She had managed the cover all of my rod with her custom-made mohair sleeve. It even encompassed my nuts and felt ever so soft. Slowly she started pumping my cock in response to my fingers massaging the inside of her sex. She started bucking her hips as if to impale her sex further on my hand. Her hand now stroked my dick hard and quick, and as I heard her panting softly and felt her pussy muscles pulsate and clamp around my exploring fingers, my dam burst and I shot load after load of semen into the woollen sleeve and all over my trousers. I was a mess.

To add to my distress, the Fasten Seat Belt-sign and the cabin lights came on just seconds thereafter. My blonde friend looked flushed – the red colour to her cheeks just made her even more attractive. She pushed my hand away and straightened her sweater and looked full of self-confidence again.

With a wry smile, she started to pull the coat away – the coat that hid the mess I had made of myself. I was frantically trying to zip up my trousers, buckle my belt and button up my shirt, but I knew I would have a huge wet spot down the front of my trousers. She smiled at me and said that she would kindly let me carry her coat for her. I could just hold it in front of me, and nobody would be the wiser.

Not much later we had landed and ready to embark. I was limp all over – totally exhausted from the excitement and unexpected release. Now, what would the future bring?

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FOOTFUCKING FUN 2 – NATHAN

Nathan dialled the number and listened as the dial tone changed to that of a phone ringing.

He glanced once more around his hotel room. It was exactly as he had hoped for this time. These business trips were finally becoming more bearable; the standard of his accommodation was starting to rise in direct proportion to his clients’ satisfaction with his IT skills.

“Good evening, Exquisite Escorts,” the voice at the other end finally said:

“Good evening,” Nathan replied, “I’d like an escort for tonight.”

An escort. A good footfuck is what he really meant. Nathan adored foot sex. Bare feet, pantyhose, stockings, footjobs, toe sucking, trampling – they all got him off big time. And here he was in a big fancy hotel, a credit card in his hand, horny as fuck again. He craved feet like an alcoholic craved a bathtub of booze.

“Brunette,” he told the woman on the phone, “with long, smooth legs.”

He was already getting a hard-on. He caressed it through the fabric of his trousers.

“Oh, so you’re a leg man?” the telephonist replied. Nathan could almost hear her grinning down the phone.

“Actually I’m a foot man,” Nathan said. “Send the girl with the hottest feet and I’ll be a happy customer.”

The telephonist laughed.

“It’s always nice to speak to someone who knows what they want, sir,” she said. She sounded young, maybe 19 or 20 yrs old. Was she flirting with him?

Giving credit card details over the phone subsided Nathan’s erection, as did relaying the address of the hotel and his room number. The woman continued to chat and flirt with Nathan during this tedium however, and began to sound more and more attractive with every little giggle and sigh from her lips.

“Ok, I think that is everything sir,” she said, once the formalities had been taken care of. “Your escort for this evening will be Jana. She should be with you in thirty minutes time.”

“Excellent,” Nathan said. “Thank you for everything.”

“It’s my pleasure,” the woman grinned again, “you’re in for a memorable night!”

“I can’t wait,” Nathan replied. “Thanks again.” He hung up the phone and headed for his en-suite bathroom to take a shower before Jana arrived.

He removed his shirt and pants and looked at himself in the mirror. He had a fit, toned body that looked much younger than its forty years. Perhaps not being married helped keep him in such tremendous shape. He still had a full head of hair, something of which he was proud, and a sexy smile that always made sure he never left bars or clubs alone. He slid his briefs down his muscular, hairy thighs and removed his socks. He looked down at his now-naked body. His semi-erect cock begged for a glorious footjob. It had been two weeks since his last one – from a client’s nineteen yr-old daughter no less! Oh, she had been a hot one! She had been waiting for her father in the office after hours while Nathan was working at a computer terminal. She had a long, curvaceous body (she was tall for a girl, maybe 6ft), shoulder-length black hair, wearing these sexy little sandals that revealed every tiny detail of her succulent little feet. She had been slipping her feet in and out of them while she waited for her old man, affording Nathan the sight of her oh-so smooth, wrinkled little soles! His cock sprang up inside his pants as he imagined those little feet of hers wrapped around it, those soft wrinkles slowly pumping his erect penis, her sweet toes caressing its glistening tip, ready to explode.

“You looking at my feet?” she had suddenly said, snapping Nathan out of his fantasy.

“Huh?!” he replied, taken aback and stunned to have been caught peeping.

“My feet,” the girl had said, noticing the bulge in his pants, “Oh my God, you’re one of those foot fetish guys, aren’t you?”

“Well…..” Nathan hesitated, unsure of whether to reveal all or deny everything. “Actually yes, I am.”

“And you like my feet, do you?” the girl quizzed.

“To be honest,” Nathan replied, “I do like them. You have very pretty feet.”

“I see,” she said, “Well, unless you prove to me just how much you adore my little feet, I will tell my dad everything you just said!”

Nathan’s heart had skipped a beat when he heard this.

The girl then stood up, walked over to Nathan and led him by the hand to a large conference room with Venetian blinds. Once inside, she locked the door and tilted the blinds so that no one, not even the cleaners who were still buzzing around the mostly deserted office, could see them.

“Sit down in that chair,” the girl had told him, and Nathan had obeyed, his heart racing.

“Get your cock out,” she commanded. “I want to see how excited you already are from looking at my feet.”

She was a little dominatrix, this one, Nathan thought to himself. He again obliged her.

The girl sat herself down on the large conference table, kicking off her sandals and swinging her bare feet around to where Nathan sat. Without hesitation, she pressed izmit escort bayan her toes and the balls of her feet tightly against Nathan’s exposed cock, making him gasp.

“You like that, foot perv?” the girl asked, taking his dick between the soles of her feet and squeezing it.

“It feels…” Nathan began, his breathing shallow, “so… sooooo.. nice!”

“You like young girls’ bare feet on your cock, do you?” she continued, “well, I love doing all sorts of nasty things with my dad’s friends’ cocks.”

Hearing this was really a big turn-on for Nathan.

“Mmmm,” he sighed, “Do you?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied with a little laugh. “I love to suck on big, sweet cocks like yours. Daddy has no idea that I like to do this with the men he works with.”

She spread her toes, so that Nathan’s penis was held firmly between her big toe and second toe. She moved her other foot up to Nathan’s face.

“How do my feet smell, foot perv?” she had asked him. “Do they smell sweet enough for you?”

Nathan inhaled the aroma of her bare foot. She smelled delicious. To him, it was the most arousing scent, the smell of her young, naked foot. He kissed and licked her ankle.

“Now suck my little toes, foot freak,” she commanded again, parting Nathan’s lips with her foot, driving all five toes into his stretched mouth. He sucked for all he was worth.

“Mmmm,” she purred. “This is the first time I have ever rubbed a dick with my feet. It feels wonderful.”

Nathan couldn’t reply for obvious reasons.

The girl was fingering herself as she enjoyed the sensation of Nathan’s mouth around her toes. She stroked and caressed his hard cock with her bare foot, noticing how his warm pre-cum had leaked out onto her skin. She was close to her climax; the feel of this older man’s big, hot cock between her feet made her little clit tingle with excitement. For a moment, she imagined what that cock would feel like inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper, driving her to orgasm, her toes being sucked and teased at the same time until she came hard.

Nathan sighed. He was close too.

“You want to cum for me, foot guy?” the girl asked.

Nathan nodded.

The girl tightened the grip of her toes and began to jerk his cock much more violently.

“Then cum for me! Now! I want to feel it on my feet,” she demanded, pulling her other foot from Nathan’s mouth to wank him to his climax.

Nathan had watched her pretty feet encompass his throbbing dick and continue to pump back and forth, up and down his shaft. This dirty little bitch loved to fan her sweet toes out, and they clung to the sides of his veiny cock, wiggling and pinching his most sensitive areas.

Open-mouthed, he started to cum. The girl jerked every drop off jizz from the tip of his prick onto her bare feet. His hot, sticky cum seemed to lube everything up, and so her feet slid back and forth with great ease on the spunky mess he was creating. He watched as his cum glistened in those delicate valleys between her toes. Great puddles of it had collected on the tops of her feet and had run down to her smooth heels.

“Mmmm,” she purred, smearing some of his semen up the front of her leg with her toes, “that’s my favourite part.”

The girl curled her leg around and began to lick and suck Nathan’s mess from her own bare foot. He watched as she flicked her tongue between her toes, collecting every droplet of cum, never breaking eye contact with him, grinning. She offered her other messy foot to Nathan, who greedily sucked her toes and soles clean of his own spunk. This alone was enough to make his cock hard again.

“Oh wow!” Nathan gasped, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. “That was so fucking good!”

“Like I said before,” the girl said, swinging her long legs down from the table, “I just love playing with my dad’s friends’ cocks. And no one has ever sucked my toes before. I can say that I love that now too.”

The girl quickly adjusted her clothes and slipped her feet back into those little sandals before unlocking the conference room door and casually stepping back into the main office. Nathan looked down at himself. His spent cock still hung over the open zip of his pants, which were now adorned with dark little stains. He quickly slipped himself back into his underwear and zipped everything away. It took him 20 minutes in the gents to dry the stains on his pants using the hand dryer. All the time he was thinking about what had just happened, remembering the delicious taste, smell and feel of that girl’s bare feet.

“Nate?” a voice had suddenly said from behind him. He spun around. It was the girl’s father.

“Hi Ed!” Nathan had somewhat nervously replied.

“I’m ready to leave,” Ed said. “I didn’t know Stephanie was waiting for me too! I would have been here hours ago if I had known.”

Stephanie. His daughter. His daughter that Nathan had just footfucked!

Standing there in that hotel bathroom, remembering the succulently gölcük escort soft ripples of that beautiful girl’s wrinkled soles and the sweet flavour of her toes, the sensation of them wrapped around his dick, dripping with his cum, filled Nathan with the desire for another intense evening of footfucking. He inspected his own feet (something he did regularly, as there was nothing worse than playing footsie with some hot little foot fetish princess and blowing your chances of having her suck on your toes because you forgot to remove your hard skin or trim your nails) and saw that everything was up to par in that area. He turned on the water and stepped into the shower.

As he soaped himself up, he heard a knock at his door. He quickly rinsed down, pulled on his bathrobe and went to answer it.

“Hi,” said the smiling brunette on the other side as Nathan opened the door.

“Hi,” Nathan replied. “You must be Jana.”

“None other,” the woman said. “And you must be Nathan?”

“That’s me,” he replied with a smile. “Please, come in.”

Nathan closed the door as the woman entered his hotel room. She was about 20 yrs-old, about 5ft 8in tall, long, black-stockinged legs in black stiletto heels, shoulder-length dark brown hair and a very sexy, curvy body. Nathan, still dripping wet from the shower, watched as she removed her black leather coat and hung it up behind the door.

“So Nathan,” she began, “You’re looking for some good company tonight?”

“I’m always looking for good company,” Nathan replied, “not to mention a good time with whoever that happens to be.”

The woman laughed. She had a beautiful mouth that was painted with a dark red lipstick. Nathan began thinking about all the things she could do with that mouth. He was already hard under his bathrobe.

“I hear you have a particular interest when it comes to sex, Nathan,” Jana said, sitting down upon the bed. “You like feet?”

Nathan was pouring out two glasses of champagne.

“I adore feet,” he said, handing her a glass. “To me, there’s nothing more sexy than a woman’s foot, the shape, the sensation, the scent. You know what I mean?”

Jana laughed. It was a mature laugh that belied her tender 20-or-so years.

“Show me your feet,” she said to him.

There was a wicker chair in the corner of the room. Nathan placed his champagne glass down upon the bedside cabinet and dragged the chair over to the bed. He sat down on it and placed his bare feet on the side of the bed next to the woman.

“Now, you have very clean, sexy feet yourself,” Jana remarked, coolly and confidently touching his feet with her hands, sending shivers up his spine.

“You like men’s feet?” Nathan asked her as she continued to touch and inspect his bare feet.

“Yes, I do,” she replied. “In fact, I have a bit of a foot fetish myself. Have you ever had your toes sucked?”

“Once or twice,” Nathan smiled at her.

“Would you like me to do it for you now?” Jana asked.

“Mmmm,” Nathan replied. “That sounds great!”

Jana lifted Nathan’s right foot off the bed. She began by massaging the sole of his foot, again making him quiver with pleasure. Somehow, she had found the exact spot that was connected to every nerve in his dick, and was really rubbing it. Instantly, he had an erection that quite clearly protruded through his white robe.

“I see that you like that,” she remarked. “If you’re good, I’ll massage that later too.”

Nathan let his robe fall open, allowing her full view of his almost fully erect cock. She gazed at it while she massaged his foot, anticipating it’s warmth between her feet, in her mouth and between her legs. Slowly, she raised Nathan’s toes to her mouth. She tenderly kissed each and every one, softly licking and caressing with her lips as she went, constantly looking into Nathan’s eyes. He had a strong, smooth heel, and she cupped it in her hand while she worked at his toes. Nathan felt her hand tighten on his foot as she popped his big toe into her mouth. She had such a pretty mouth; the sight of his toe slipping in and out made him so hot. It looked like she was fellating a penis, the way her mouth stretched and relaxed. He couldn’t help but touch his cock while he watched her.

“Mmmm,” she began, freeing her mouth temporarily, “You like that?”

“It feels so good,” Nathan almost whispered. “So good!”

Jana continued with that mouth of hers, flicking her warm tongue along all of Nathan’s toes and along the ball of his foot. She had kicked off her stiletto heels and was spreading her legs, her feet wandering back and forth on the carpet.

“Do you like my stockings?” she asked him.

Nathan was watching her stockinged feet play on the carpet while she sucked his toes.

“I love them,” he replied.

“Would you like to feel them wrapped around your cock?” she asked him.

“Mmmm,” Nathan answered, excited at the idea. “Please!”

She gently released his bare foot and stood izmit escort up.

“Take off your robe,” she said, “and sit on the edge of the bed.”

Nathan did as he was told. He tossed his bathrobe upon the floor and sat down on the bed as she had told him to. His hard, eight-inch cock hung over the edge of the bed and he ached to feel this woman’s feet upon it.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Jana continued, “and lean back on them.”

Nathan did this as Jana began to remove her clothes. She pulled off the little black blouse she was wearing and removed her bra. She had beautiful breasts with succulent-looking pink nipples, which stood to attention. Nathan imagined sucking those nipples of hers, flicking his tongue all over them and sucking until she came in her panties. She playfully pinched them between her fingers and smiled at Nathan.

“I can’t wait to take off my underwear,” she said, slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of her sexy black lace panties. “My pussy is on fire for you right now!”

This made Nathan’s cock twitch. The finest accompaniment to a really good footjob was the pleasure of a sexy, hot pussy gobbling you up afterwards.

She slid her underwear down her long, smooth thighs and tossed them aside. She had a delightfully trimmed little bush that just begged to be eaten.

“You like my pussy?” she asked Nathan, smiling.

“I’d like to bury my face in it,” he remarked, grinning back.

She laughed.

“Soon, tiger! Soon.” She replied, sitting down on the floor in front of him.

She sat, cross-legged, between his legs on the floor. Looking up at him, she reached one hand out and held his erect penis. He sighed gently as she slowly wanked him off. Such an exquisite sensation – a soft, smooth hand jerking your cock. Nathan watched as she proceeded to bring his penis closer to her face, feeling its warmth upon her chin, her cheeks, and even her nose. She smiled up at him, his cock at her throat like a loaded weapon.

“I love your cock,” she purred, kissing and smelling its scent, gently cupping his hairy balls in her hand.

“I bet you’ve fucked a lot of lucky women with this thing, haven’t you,” she said, “I bet you’ve had lots of kinky foot sex too; all those toes like little tongues on your big cock, making you shoot your cum all over them!”

Her dirty talk was really turning him on. He felt her hand slide down to the base of his dick and pull his shaft into her mouth, inch by inch. Her mouth was so hot and wet! She sucked him in deeper and deeper until that lipsticked mouth was almost at his balls.

He moaned with pleasure, watching her. She was a pro at this, no doubt about it. She knew every technique in the book when it came to blowjobs; she slapped his swollen prick against her tongue, she deep-throated him, she kissed and sucked his excited little slit like there was no tomorrow. She seemed to know when he was on the brink of shooting, as she would intuitively release him and just hold his cock for a second, licking her lips. She eventually lay flat on the carpet and raised her stockinged feet up to between Nathan’s hairy thighs.

“I’ve got to feel that beautiful dick of yours between my feet,” she sighed. “Do you want to fuck my feet?”

“Yes, I do,” he replied, gazing at her painted toenails beneath the nylons.

“Use my feet to get you off, baby,” she told him, and rested on her elbows to watch him.

Nathan took both her nylon-covered feet in his hands. She had the most beautifully shaped toes he had ever seen. Her ankles were exactly the way ladies ankles should be and she had the smoothest, sexiest soles behind that fabric. He raised both her feet to his face and inhaled her scent. She sighed gently as he kissed the soles of her feet, one after the other. Nathan’s cock seemed to get harder again and Jana couldn’t take her eyes off it once more. It had tasted so good in her mouth; so clean and so hot.

Nathan opened wide his mouth and fed Jana’s stockinged foot into it, making her gasp with pleasure. She was thoroughly delicious, he thought to himself. He remembered Stephanie and they way her gorgeous little feet tasted. He dreamed about sucking them again, only this time she would be wearing nylons like these, and for at least eight hours to build up more of her delicate young flavour. He could contain himself no more and brought Jana’s feet to his groin.

“Mmmm,” she began, “Cum for me! Use my feet and cum for me, baby!”

Nathan firmly gripped her smooth ankles and pressed both her feet around his cock. He slowly slipped back and forth between them, enjoying the most sumptuous foot fuck ever! He adored nylons. His cock adored nylons. This was a slow-burning, tight, sexy little footjob that was driving him to the edge quickly. He wasn’t about to hold back.

With a grunt, he climaxed. His semen gushed all over those moist nylons, soaking the material, causing it to appear much darker than it really was. He clasped the tip of his penis to her toes, watching as they wiggled underneath the material, his sex dampening the delicious spaces between them. Speckles of his jizz adorned even the decorative tops of her stockings, which she slowly massaged into her skin as if it were a beauty treatment. He didn’t want to release those soaking wet feet of hers from his grasp.

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Delite toweled herself off wishing she could just walk off the set.

“One or two more shots and it’s a wrap,” Meryl said, walking toward her.

“You said that twelve shots ago,” She protested from a seat without shade.

“Come on,” he cajoled, hauling her from the beach chair, “On your feet. You have to pay me back for those puppies, right,” he asked, training his rat-face and squinty eyes on her chest.

She walked to the backdrop cursing him silently and struck a pose.

This better be it, you smarmy snake.

Meryl snapped several shots ordering, “Shoulders back, chest out. Smile!”

She glared holes through him wishing she had been able to turn down this junket and forced a frozen smile for the camera.

“You’re not giving me what I need, Delite!”

“Meryl please,” she plead, wondering if one more smile would fracture her face permanently.

“I need,’Come fuck me in Hawaii!’ I need,”

“Meryl, I’m begging you,” She interrupted.

“I need more, Delite! I need a brochure that says, ‘I’m a free whore! Come to Hawaii and I’ll jack your junk!'”

Infuriated, she grabbed her shirt and yanked it down nearly exposing her rose-tinged nipples.

“Excellent,” He smiled haughtily, “That’s better! Great!”

She barely had a white-knuckled grip on the last of her patience and allowed herself some small amusement at his expense.

‘Excellent? Great?’ So now you think you’re a professional? I’m going to be a rich supermodel and then I’ll stomp you into the dirt with the rest of the scumbags in the biz. She pushed her toes into the sand, smiling coyly, imagining crushing him like a bug.

“We’re losing daylight,” he shouted, pointing at the crew beckoning them to move the set, “Okay! This is it! Let’s do it! Lick your lips and show me that B.J. pout,” Meryl ordered, turning back to her.

Delite turned it on one last time as the sun sank behind her and prayed for an end to this grueling day. He moved in for a close shot and she yanked her bikini bottom down leaving precious little to the izmit escort bayan imagination. With pearl- white teeth clenched, she talked herself through the shoot.

He’s a dick. No big. You’ll work for lots in this business. Besides, she thought, this is just getting a start. This is the hard part; paying your dues.

Meryl stretched his thin lips into a lecherous smile saying, “Perfect! Now lean in and show me the goods, baby! Let’s part those oldsters from their money!”

Delite leaned down as Meryl moved in again. He made her skin crawl and she knew at this range, he wasn’t shooting for the brochures anymore. He took another step and she lost her tenuous hold. With his face and the lens very nearly down her cleavage, she fisted the business end of the camera to shove the hardware back into his face.

“Owww! What the fuck? You don’t act like a model who wants to get paid, Delite,” he warned, wearing a smirk that made her want to spit nails.

She took a deliberate step, not releasing the lens, and moved her face close to his. They stood nose to nose as she ground out,

“It’s a wrap, you S.O.B., and I better not find any of your close-ups anywhere but the trash!”

Delite turned away to retrieve her towel, muttering, “Lowlife, good for nothing, scum-sucking shit! If I wasn’t desperate, I’d be on my way to the airport.”

Meryl was one step behind her, asking, “Really? With what, Monopoly money? Until those tits are paid for I own you, so you’ll do whatever I want, slut!”

She froze at the sudden realization that she’d sold her soul to the devil incarnate. Turning on her heel she spewed murderously, “You make me physically ill. You’re vermin! Go be with your own kind! Turn over any rock!”

“Not until I’m paid in-full, you cock-sucking slut!”

“Fine,” She screamed, “That’s just fine! You’ll get paid! I’m making a one-night-only offer to the boil on the butt of the human race, to get you off my back forever,” She screamed, hot-footing it to the hotel door.

Meryl stayed izmit merkez escort on her heels as she ran for the elevator. He caught the doors and forced them open threatening in a low, menacing tone,

“You’ll part like these doors for me or I’ll fucking split you open!”

The doors closed behind him and he backed her into a corner.

“Never corner a wild animal, rat shit! You’ve been warned!”

He grabbed her shirt at the bodice and yanked hard. Delite watched him throw her beach wrap aside and sprang at him, clawing his skin, scoring him sharply, screeching, “That cost a lot, fucker,” as the doors rolled open again.

Meryl picked her up seething, “Shut the fuck up or I’ll add an extra week to this shoot,” then flung the door to his room open and body-slammed her onto the bed.

She stifled a surprised cry as he removed his belt, issuing a demand, “Kneel, bitch,” he snarled, tossing pants to the floor.

Delite knew she was defeated. She knelt before, eyes riveted on the floor. Meryl stood firm cupping her chin roughly. Finally, she raised her face and their eyes met. They fell into hysterics, laughing until they were sprawled on the floor. Just as suddenly, her eyes were smoldering and she clawed the rest of his clothing out of her way.

She attacked his lower extremities, violently sucking his cock and grazing him with her teeth as she pushed up and down his firm length. He forced his stiffness down her throat mercilessly, making her choke and struggle to breathe, pummeling her bruised lips relentlessly.

In a last-ditch effort to regain control she pushed off the floor, finding just enough leverage to roll him over. She mounted him cowgirl posture, with knees on his forearms, smiling victoriously, “Beg me,” she commended smugly.

Meryl shook his head and she clasped his face between her thighs, demanding,

“Eat me! You know you want to.”

She slid closer to his face and Meryl grasped her round, silky ass, pulling her to him. He began licking izmit otele gelen escort small circles around her clitoris, teasing her until she could take no more. He ran the tip of his tongue around her tiny nub until she was almost vibrating astride him.

Delite fisted his hair as he breathed hotly against her bundle of nerves. Pulling her sweet pussy into his mouth, his tongue speared her depths, searching out her most intense pleasure, slowly delving in and out, deepening each time. He meant to enjoy every moment of this bounty.

She bit her lower lip to stifle a primal scream as he tongue-fucked her masterfully. She bucked wildly; riding his face like her life depended on it, until he forced her onto her back to drive his hard, aching need into her steaming cunt.

Delite abandoned all dignity and control as they fucked savagely; thrashing and thrusting until they exploded in blinding ecstasy. She screamed her unbearable release with Meryl’s cock throbbing and jumping in the confines of her taut, dripping canal. They lay together side-by-side in each other’s arms, momentarily sated, and she giggled,

“I love this game!”

He laughed with her, saying, “Me too and I’m damned glad we got married last night. If you hadn’t said yes soon, I was sure to end up in jail!”

Delite shrugged, teasing impishly, “Why buy the horse when I’m getting a free ride?”

“Because we were made to love each other,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Yes, yes, yes, we were,” she sighed, “Oh! Next time, let’s play ‘How many hotels we can get thrown out of?'”

Meryl rose, turned down the bed and fluffed the pillows as she snuggled close to him,

“You’re on, my beautiful bride, but you’ll have to repay me for those free rides,” he taunted, already planning their next game, “Of course,

I’ll try to go easy on you, since you are now my sole Hawaiian delight,” he chuckled.

She pulled up a tan, slender leg to plant her foot on his ass and shove him off the bed, laughing, “Don’t you dare!”

Meryl peered up at her from the floor, rubbing his bruised ass, with eyes narrowed in challenge, then pinned her to the headboard, rasping in his husk tone,

“You’ll pay for that, bitch.”

Her full lips turned up in a sultry smile as she whispered, “More Hawaiian Delite? It’s on the menu for only one night.”

Meryl growled and lunged at her.

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“Oh. My. God, this is the girl I saw here last week,” – said Mike quietly, pointing discreetly at a girl who just walked into the restaurant. I followed his gesture and saw her as well. My mouth went dry instantly, rivaled only by the instant stirring in my pants.

You see, me and Mike are long-time friends and roommates. When we were teenagers together, we discovered that among other things we have in common, we share the preference for a certain type of women’s figures. Well, not quite. Mike likes big girls. Big boobs, big asses, big everything. Me, I like fat girls: it’s not the size that does it for me, it’s the softness. But most of the time that point was not valid. Neither was it this time.

The girl that came in was both big and fat. Very big and very fat, easily around 400 pounds. Her top was a size or two too small for her, clinging to her breasts, – on a thin girl, those would have seemed huge, but on her figure they seemed quite smallish – clinging to the rolls of fat on her sides, leaving her tattooed shoulders bare. She was wearing low-rise jeans, her belly hanging over the waistband, jiggling with every step she took.

“Oh my God is right,” – I told Mike, – “I want her.”

“- I told you, dude.”

Ever since college, we decided that when we fell for the same girl, we should not fight, but instead should get her to sleep with both of us, separately or both at once, her choice. It worked very well, with very few glitches.

In the meanwhile, the lovely fat girl sat down, her abundant ass cheeks overflowing the chair. If she weren’t wearing jeans, I am sure that the sides of her ass would actually hang down from the chair’s edges.

She ordered a cup of coffee and two cannolis, and settled down to wait, staring into distance. I sat watching her lovely face.

Her cheeks were round and fat, and very smooth. She had huge beautiful eyes and a very small, delicate mouth with a subtle curve of the lips. Her nose was straight, short and incredibly cute, pierced with a small ring on the side. She wore her hair short, but not too short. There was a flowery tattoo on her left shoulder.

Her coffee arrived, and I watched her open her lovely mouth and taste the cream-filled tube of a cannoli, her tongue darting out for a brief second. Then she gave a content sigh and bit into the pastry. The movement of her face when she chewed was mesmerizing, as both her cheeks and her perfectly rounded double chin wobbled a little.

I signaled the waiter and handed him a $20 bill.

“Bring that girl over there a large rum raisin and vanilla sundae,” – I told him, – “and another one, hmmm, let’s see, make it chocolate and butter pecan. Tell her this is courtesy of the two gentlemen at the bar,” – I indicated Mike and myself, – “and keep the change.”

She was halfway through her second pastry, when ice cream arrived at her table. We watched her eyes widen with surprise, then her brows lowered, as she suspected that someone was making fun of her. When the waiter pointed us out to her, we smiled and waved, and she seemed to relax a bit. After tasting one sundae, then another, she smiled back at us, and with a nod of her head invited us to sit at her table.

Mike and I walked over and sat on both sides of her. She was even more beautiful close up than she was from a distance – I could see the little chubby folds on her fat upper arms.

“So, boys, what’s the deal?” – she asked us with a playful smile when we sat down. – “Why the ice cream?”

“We just wanted to make your day a little sweeter, Miss,” – said I, moving the ice cream slightly closer to her. She promptly ate a spoonful of it.

“You seem like such a sweet girl,” – said Mike, touching her hand gently, – “so pretty. What is your name?”

“Yvette,” – she said, blushing. – “but really, you should not have…”

“Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful, beautiful girl,” – I said, stroking her other hand, so soft and smooth and small.

“We would really, really like to sit with you and watch you eat this ice cream, Yvette,” – said Mike. – “This is Sam, by the way, and I am Mike.”

“Nice to meet you, Mike, Sam,” – Yvette said, – “What do you guys do?”

“I am a writer, and Mike is a photographer,” – I said, – but please, eat.

“You are holding my hands, guys,” – she laughed, and that was true – Mike was stroking the back of her hand with his fingers, and I was holding her other hand,, my fingers özbek escort intertwined with hers.

I picked up the spoon from the rum raisin and vanilla sundae, and scooped up a little ice cream from the top, where it’s just started to melt. I put the spoon up to Yvette’s lips, and she looked at me with her huge lovely eyes, and parted her lips obediently for her treat.

Mike picked up on my hint, and took the other spoon, the one that came with the chocolate and butter pecan sundae. She looked at him with sweet helplessness in her eyes, then ate his offering as well.

We continued to feed the lovely fat beauty, spoonful after spoonful of cold soft sweetness, holding her hands and stroking them all the while. It must have been a bizarre sight, but none of us cared: both I and my friend devouring Yvette’s face with out eyes as she devoured our ice cream. Her lovely fat cheeks were blushing, her breathing grew heavier. She started to close her eyes after each spoonful, with a small whimper. As she swallowed, I could see in my mind the sweet, creamy food traveling down her body, transforming into soft, sweet, creamy fat and lining her smooth white skin from the inside, like it was filled with warm, creamy melted ice cream.

“You are such a beautiful fat girl, Yvette,” – I whispered, letting go of her hand and stroking my finger up her arm, very lightly, barely touching the smooth skin, – “I love seeing you eating this ice cream. This ice cream is making you fatter and prettier. Each time you swallow it, it makes you fatter, softer and prettier.”

I took her hand in mine again, and fed her another spoonful of vanilla. Ice cream was dwindling fast: fed by two men at once, Yvette was eating almost constantly. There was a drop of white melted ice cream that escaped Yvette’s pretty lips and slid down her double chin. I caught it on my finger before it could drip down, and slowly wiped its trail, caressing the fat girl’s soft double chin, stroking her cheek and Finally brushing my ice cream-covered finger across her full lips, offering her an opportunity to take it into her mouth. She licked the finger first, then sucked on it, the sensation of her hot moist mouth on my skin almost making me burst out of my pants. She even moaned a little as she sucked.

“So fat and beautiful,” – Mike whispered in her ear. – “Eat, please, eat for us.”

Mike spooned the last of the melted stuff into Yvette’s little hot mouth and we sat there, still holding the fat girl by the hands, as she was licking her lips and catching her breath. I put my other hand on top of her gently sloping belly and stroked it slowly, as Mike traced his finger on Yvette’s flabby upper arm, admiring the ripple his finger made in the girl’s soft supple flesh.

Yvette gave a shuddering whimper, her grip on our hands suddenly tightened, her breathing became quicker and more irregular. She closed her eyes and her whole body started trembling, shaking and quivering, as she fought hard not to make a sound.

“Are you cumming, my lovely fattie?” – I asked quietly, and she looked at me with those huge, beautiful eyes, unfocused, with diluted pupils, and I knew that I was right. Another shudder run up Yvette’s fat body, and she relaxed.

“What have you done?” – she whispered accusingly at me and Mike. – “There are people watching. What have you done?”

“Shhh,” – I told her, stroking her arm, – “nobody saw anything. But I want to see just how fat you got for us.”

“We want to see your beautiful body,” – said Mike, – “we want to feel your fat under our hands.”

“Not here,” – she whispered. – “Take me home with you, please.”

Our apartment was a short walk away from the café, but it was also on the second floor walk-up, so Yvette was out of breath by the time we got to the first floor, and had to take a short break. So pretty she was, leaning against the wall of the staircase, her huge belly moving up and down as she was catching her breath, that I could not contain myself any longer. I leaned and kissed her on her soft lips, still a bit cold from so much ice cream.

She whimpered a little and kissed me back, her soft, pliant body molding against mine. She could feel my erection firm against her soft belly. Her unbelievably soft lips were pressed against mine, and my tongue found its way inside her lovely mouth.

After a few heavenly moments, I released Yvette, and we hurried up azeri escort another flight of stairs.

In our living room, I left Yvette along with Mike, and went to the kitchen, to find what I needed. Yes. A two-liter bottle of Coke from the fridge and a nice large box of dark chocolate pralines from the cupboard.

When I came back, Yvette was standing in front of Mike, struggling with the button of her jeans, and Mike was stroking her shoulders and upper arms, talking to the girl in a low voice.

“Such a beautiful girl,” – he crooned, brushing Yvette’s hair out of her face, stroking her cheek and neck, – “such a big, beautiful girl. Show me how large you’ve grown for me.”

Yvette finally managed to undo the button, and her belly spilled out of her jeans, wobbling and undulating. She struggled out of her jeans and stood before us half-naked, my eyes devouring the soft curves and folds of her body, the vastness of her white dimpled thighs and her huge round ass.

“I’ve grown very large for you,” – she said breathily.”

I came up to her from behind and handed her the Coke, hugging her and sliding my hands over her sides and belly as she drank straight from the bottle.

“Good girl,” – I said, feeding her a piece of chocolate and kissing the flower tattooed on her shoulder, – “nice, soft, fatty girl. Show us how fat you got for us.”

Yvette moaned with pleasure as the dark, rich chocolate treat burst with flavor inside her mouth. Belgians know their chocolate, that’s for sure. The fat girl took off her top and remained in bra and panties. Mike took the bottle from her, took her by the hand and led her away to his bedroom. She followed him obediently, like a little girl, her hips swaying and jiggling with every movement. I followed with the box of candy under my arm.

Yvette sat down on Mike’s bed, the fat on her ass and hips spreading around her like a soft jiggly fat pillow, barely contained by her panties. I knelt down in front of her and took a thick roll of her belly fat in my hands, lifting it and kissing it, pressing my face against it so it was fully enveloped by Yvette’s soft flesh. She was smiling dreamily, her beautiful eyes half-closed and her lovely moist lips slightly parted. Mike was behind her, caressing her back and shoulders, and stroking her on the head, whispering in her ear what a good girl she was for gaining so much weight, and how much he admired the hugeness of her beautiful body. I was busy stroking and squeezing her sides and belly, and upper thighs.

Mike put his hands on the beautiful fat girl’s shoulders and pulled, making Yvette lie down on the bed. As she was doing that, I caught hold of her panties and rolled them down her massive hips and fat dimpled thighs. Yvette did not object to that, she just whimpered a little, as Mike pulled her down and kissed her on the lips.

As soon as my roommate stopped kissing the girl, I produced another piece of chocolate and put it in Yvette’s mouth. She accepted it readily, licking my fingers as she took it in.

We were lying on Mike’s bed, Yvette in between the two of us. She was on her back, and we were rubbing her belly, and taking turns kissing her and feeding her chocolates. She turned on her side and I got hold of her soft fat belly, squeezing and kneading it, my fingers sinking deep into her soft skin. I put my finger into her deep belly button and caressed it with slow circular motions. At that time Mike unclasped her bra at the back, and she took it as a signal to turn over to him.

As Mike started playing with Yvette’s large soft tits, I was running my hands all over her huge ass, admiring the size and softness, and the way any touch produced a ripple on the surface of the fat girls creamy white skin. Sometimes my hands wandered lower, towards her pussy, and I could feel the heat radiating from there: Yvette was intensely excited by our attention.

We put her on her back again, and continued playing with her fat, rubbing her belly, kissing her on her lips, her neck, her tits and nipples, pausing now and then to feed our beautiful fatty some more candy or give her some Coke to wash it down with. Yvette laid there, whimpering and moaning slightly, her legs parted to allow our hands to caress the insides of her silky smooth fat thighs, her hips moving very slightly. She was in a dazed state of slowly smoldering with arousal. She never even noticed me or türkmen escort Mike getting naked and getting a few condoms ready.

Mike moved his hand up Yvette’s thigh and found her pussy. The fat girl gasped.

“She is soooo wet,” – Mike said, as he climbed on top of Yvette and in between her readily parted thighs. He started to fuck the girl, and her whole body was jiggling and undulating under his strokes. Yvette’s pretty eyes were closed, she was moaning and yelping with pleasure, as Mike’s movements became faster and faster. I reached for her breasts and started playing with them, rubbing and pinching her nipples, admiring her vast jiggling flesh. The beautiful fat girl cried out, her hands clutching the bed sheet, her hips started to buck, meeting Mike’s, and a few moments later she came with a long plaintive moan. Mike continued to fuck her, as I slipped another piece of chocolate into her mouth.

Mike came soon after, and I did not waste any time taking his place on top of Yvette’s soft fat body. Her belly was amazingly soft and supple, like a water bed, yielding with my every movement. Her hot wet pussy was still incredibly tight even after being freshly fucked.

I fucked Yvette for a while, and she started to whimper and moan again. But I could see she was getting tired of holding her legs apart for me, so I pulled out of her and patted her on the hip.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” – I said.

“Are you gonna fuck me piggy style?” – she asked coyly as she got on all fours, her belly hanging down so that there was no gap between her body and the bed anywhere, and presented her huge white dimpled ass to my eager hands.

“Piggy style?” – I asked.

“It’s like doggy style only I am eating,” – she replied, using the pause to drink some Coke.

I signaled to Mike who immediately left and came back with a bowl full of grapes, just as I slid my dick into Yvette’s fat, hot, squishy pussy from behind and started fucking her, slowly and steadily, enjoying the way her ass jiggled and wobbled right in front of me, and giving it a gentle slap now and then. Mike got to the other side of bed, and started feeding Yvette plump, sweet, juicy grapes. She ate them one by one, moaning with pleasure as I started to fuck her hard and fast, her ass fat jumping and rippling, as if it was filled with thick warm cream. Yvette started screaming, arching her back, but then her screams got muffled: Mike got bored feeding her grapes and had given her his dick to suck instead. The lovely fatty did not seem to mind that, and so we continued to take her until she came for the third time today; then we traded places.

The rest of the day was a blissful blur: Yvette needed a little rest, so we let her just lay there and stroked her belly for about an hour, then we ordered some Chinese and fed her again, then I got so horny watching Yvette eat that I could not control myself and fucked her right there and then, bending the fat beauty over the table as she was finishing her sesame chicken. Then we went to bed again, Yvette sucking my dick as Mike finger-fucked her, then sucking Mike’s as I played with her fat and licked her pussy, then riding Mike as I was stroking and squeezing her belly and feeding her more grapes. Then we ordered a pizza and watched a movie, then went back to bed and made out some more. Then we went to sleep, all three of us on the same bed.

I awoke to the shaking of the bed and Yvette’s moans next to me: it seemed that Mike woke up first with a raging hard-on, and decided to fuck our lovely fat girl while she was still asleep. I left them to it and went to the kitchen to make scrambled eggs with sausage, cheese and tomatoes.

“I have to go, guys,” – said Yvette regretfully as she finished a third helping of the breakfast. She was sitting there, clean and fresh out of the shower, wearing my largest towel wrapped around her.

“That is such a pity,” – Mike stroked her bare shoulder.

“Yes, I know,” – she smiled prettily, – “but I am going to leave you guys my phone number. You should really come over and maybe meet my roommates.”

“What I would really like to do,” – I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, – “is take you to the bedroom and fuck you just one more time. May I?”

Yvette blushed. I suspected that she did not cum this morning with Mike, and it looked like I was right – my gorgeous fat beauty was still horny.

“A man that can cook such a breakfast,” – she said demurely, lowering her eyes and giving me a little smile, – “may do whatever he wants with me.”

“You guys have fun,” – said Mike, – I have to write some emails.

I took Yvette by her small, warm, plump hand and led the girl to my bedroom. Doing whatever I want with her sounded like so much fun.

THE END.

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