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I finally hit the big time. 5 years out of college and my education finally paid off. I landed a huge promotion at the bank I was at and was in a financial position to purchase a lovely house a few blocks off the beach.

I still enjoyed hanging out with a few of my college friends. Travis, one of my former roommates, picked up a part-time job as a poolside bartender in one of the larger hotels along the beach. The weather in Southern California is pleasant all year and a few of our friends and I would usually spend a couple of weekends a month hanging out at the hotel pool. We often had a round or two of free drinks while enjoying the sunshine and watching the scenery at the pool. Occasionally, we managed to hook up with a girl we met poolside for a date.

Labor Day was coming up and Travis was going to be working the long weekend. One of my friends had relatives coming in from out of town and two more were leaving for a quick trip to Mexico. I had no particular plans and decided to spend a couple of days at the pool.

Saturday rolled around and I woke up late, lounged around and about 2:00 headed down to the hotel. I spent a couple of hours relaxing and enjoying the pool. It was a particularly stressful week and I just was looking to unwind. I packed up close to dinner time and went home.

Sunday was an unusually hot day and I decided to get a little pool time in earlier. I got there about 11:30 and Travis was just getting ready to start work. He called me over and told me that after I left on Saturday, a couple who were staying at the hotel approached him. They noticed that I had been talking to Travis on and off and they were asking questions about me. Was I staying at the hotel? Do I come to the pool often? How well did Travis know me? At first, I though Travis was kidding around but he convinced me that they really showed an interest in me.

I went for a quick swim and then sprawled out on a lounge chair. About 20 minutes later, a couple approached me and started making small talk. I glanced over at Travis and he gave a nod so I knew it was the couple from the day before. They were a little older than I. The woman was very attractive. She had long wavy brunette hair, was nice and trim and I couldn’t help but notice her firm breasts under her skimpy bikini top. She was definitely a looker. The guy was a little taller than me, close cropped brown hair and also in fairly good shape. You could tell they took care of their appearance.

They guy offered to buy a round of drinks and I am not one to turn down a generous offer. They pulled up a couple of chairs and we sat around chatting. After we finished our drinks, I got up to get the next round. Travis didn’t say a word but gave me a grin as he was fixing the drinks.

The hot sun and the drinks had us loosening up. I told them my name was Patrick and was born and raised in Southern California They introduced themselves. His name was Douglas and her name was Sarah. Both were in their mid-thirties. They traveled down from Washington and were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary. He was also in banking, they both liked surfing and sailing so we had plenty in common to talk about.

We finished our drinks and Sarah said she was getting very hot and suggested we all hop in the pool. By this time, ferhatpaşa escort I was also getting hot staring at her sexy body and already had a semi-erection that was concealed by the towel across my lap. Sarah hopped up and started heading for the water with Douglas close behind. One look at her nice firm ass had my cock twitching. At the edge of the pool, Sarah turned around to me and said “Patrick, what are you waiting for? Come on in with us.” I was self-conscious about getting up with the tent pole I had in my suit, but decided to go for it. I quickly jumped up and made a mad dash for the pool and dove in hoping that they didn’t notice my hard on.

We splashed around for a few minutes and luckily my erection started to subside. Sarah swam the length of the pool, her strong arms cutting through the water as her legs propelled her lithe body. When she got to the other side, Douglas turned to me and asked if I like what I saw. I was a little confused, be he said that he noticed my stiff cock as I was watching Sarah. I felt the blood rush to my face, but he told me not to be embarrassed. Both of them noticed me on Saturday and they both liked what they saw. He asked if I would like to come up to their room and have a few more drinks. I was dumbfounded but readily agreed. My erection returned.

After drying off, we headed up to their room. We entered and I saw they had one of the larger suites. It had a separate sitting room with an over-stuffed sofa, a couple of chairs and a huge TV. The other room had a king-size bed and there was a small kitchenette adjoining the sitting area. Off the entryway was the bathroom. Sarah told us to make ourselves comfortable while she took a quick shower. Douglas went to the kitchen area and came back with a few drinks. I sat on the sofa, and Douglas took a seat in one of the chairs. A few minutes later, Sarah came out. She wore one of the robes supplied by the hotel with only the sash tied around the middle. It was open enough to almost expose her breasts. Her hair was piled up on top of her head. The only word that would describe her was “stunning.” Douglas told me there was another robe in the bathroom and suggested that I go shower as well. As I got up o go to the bathroom, I noticed Sarah staring at my erection with a smile on her face.

I got into the shower, the hot water feeling great cascading down. The whole time I was wondering what these two had in store and I reached down and gave my huge dick a few light strokes. I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in the robe and went out to join them. Douglas had a few more drinks ready for us and excused himself as he got up to shower. I sat back down on the sofa and Sarah quickly slid next to me. By now, after a couple of drinks at the pool and a couple in the room, I was really feeling loose and relaxed.

Sarah rested her hand on my thigh and slowly began to massage my leg. I felt a little uncomfortable with her running her hand up and down my leg with her husband in the next room. She put my mind at ease by telling me that it they both wanted to try a threesome and when they saw me at the pool yesterday, I had made them both horny. They fucked like crazy last night just thinking about me. If I wasn’t interested, they gebze escort would understand. She leaned over while she spoke. The top of her robe opened enough to give me a look at her tits. They were firm with hard little nipples that protruded out. Her hand was now under my robe as she worked her fingers up to my hard cock.

My sexual experience up to that point had only been one on one with women. I certainly didn’t know what to expect especially after she had said that both her and Douglas were aroused seeing me. What would it be like with another man present, I wondered? One look at her fabulous body and any inhibitions running through my head began to fade.

She was stroking my cock when Douglas reentered the room. He had on a small white wrap and although I didn’t really take a look at him before, I noticed that he was, in fact, very muscular with a washboard stomach. I also notice that his cock was straining at the material.

Douglas grinned and said “I see you started without me.” Why don’t we take it to the bed and get more comfortable. He turned towards the bedroom and as he walked, he let the wrap drop to the floor. His ass was as firm as his stomach. This was turning out to be an interesting encounter.

Sarah got up and I followed. Douglas lay on his back with his cock in the air. I have a true 7″ fully erect, circumsized dick but his was larger and thicker than mine. He was circumsized like myself and it had a very slight curve to his left. It was a most impressive member. Sarah sat on the bed facing me. She put her hands inside my robe and caressed my chest and arms. She reached up and from the inside of my robe, slid it off my shoulders then removed her hand and gently undid the belt. My robe fell to the floor and I stood before her with my cock pointing at the ceiling. She reached out and began stroking it. Ever so gently at first, gradually increasing in intensity. I was in heaven. Her hands felt so good on my body. With her free hand, she undid her robe and slipped it off. All I could do was murmur an approval. Her body was beautiful. I’m a leg and ass man and she did not disappoint.

She pushed me back on the bed and got on her knees. She caressed my body paying special attention to my pecs and tweaking my nipples. I moaned in pleasure. She worked her way down along my sides and her hands finally came to my manhood. With one hand she stroke my hard on while cradling my balls with the other. I leaned back and let her continue.

Soon, I felt her tongue trace the head of my dick while another set of lips began nibbling my nipples. I opened my eyes to see Douglas fondling my breast and sucking and gently biting my nipples. I was so excited from Sarah’s handy work that when Douglas joined in, it was just an added sensation. I knew if that was to keep up, I would shoot my load fast. I held Douglas’ head to my chest as I started to sit up. He reluctantly let go when I stood up and gently pushed Sarah down on the bed.

I spread her legs getting a good look at her luscious pussy. She was dripping and I couldn’t wait to bury my face between her thighs and taste her nectar. My tongue traced her outer lips as she began to slowly thrust her hips towards my eager mouth. My tongue lapped at the güzelyalı escort moist folds of her pussy. I licked gently from her pretty pink asshole to the top of her vagina. As I approached the top, my tongue flicked lightly on her hardening clit. She whimpered with each lick and soon was thrusting her pelvis to meet my tongue. I flicked my tongue quickly and more forcefully across her clit and within a minute, her body convulsed in the throes of a wonderful orgasm.

Hopping up on the bed, I lay on my side and started sucking and licking on her hard nipples as her body came down from her orgasm. Meanwhile, Douglas got on the bed beside me with his head down toward my feet. I felt his mouth encircle my cock. He licked and sucked and to be honest, it felt even better than when Sarah was sucking me. His hand gripped the base of my cock. His hand followed the up and down motion his mouth was doing to my cock. He flicked his tongue rapidly across my frenulum and swirled his tongue over the head of my painfully erect cock. Here was a man, a man who knew what a great blowjob should feel like and who knew how to duplicate the effort to give me the most incredible feeling that I ever had. My body turned to jelly as the beginning of a powerful orgasm welled up inside. Moaning in unabashed pleasure, I tried to pull away telling him that I was just about ready to cum, but his other hand grabbed my asscheeks and he pulled me closer. There was no escaping his expert mouth and soon jet after jet of my hot jism pulsated into his eager mouth. He swallowed every bit and as the last of my cum was drizzling out, he flicked at my pisshole to get every drop.

Out of breath, I lay exhausted on the bed. Sarah had a mind-blowing orgasm. I came like never before. Poor Douglas was the only one left to receive pleasure. Sarah had already recovered and move between Douglas’ legs. She started to lick and suck his engorged cock. I was already coming down and I really was grateful to Douglas for the fantastic blowjob I received. I thought, “What the hell.” With that, I joined Sarah as she stroked and sucked Douglas. Tentatively, I ran my tongue up his shaft. It didn’t taste bad and the smooth stretched skin of his cock actually felt good. I never thought that I would ever suck another man’;s cock, but that is exactly what I wanted to do at this point. Following Sarah’s lead, I gently swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I licked up and down his shaft. Parting my lips, I slipped the head of his prick into my warm, wet mouth. Again, he was larger with a bigger circumference than my cock and I though I wouldn’t be able to fit it all in. Slowly I took him in deeper and deeper until I had almost the whole length in. With my thumb and forefinger forming a circle, I stroked him up and down while my mouth worked him over. I took my mouth off his member and Sarah immediately replaced it with her mouth. I let her continue the blowjob while I move slight down on the bed and started lapping at his heavy balls.

It was obvious that all our efforts were not going unnoticed by Douglas. His breathing changed and his body began to stiffen. Sarah sucked harder and I licked and gently mouthed his nutsack. Without warning, his body arched as hot spurts of his seed shot into Sarah’s waiting mouth. She held his cock in her mouth until the last of his load shot out. She then reached over and gave me a full kiss, her saliva mixed with his cum being deposited in my mouth. Slightly salty, not bad tasting, I was eager to swallow her offering.

We cleaned up a little, had a couple more drinks, recovered and finished off the night with round two.

To be continued…

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The guys got back to the resort just after 4:00 in the afternoon. We’d been golfing at a course about five miles down the road, just outside of Negril. I told Roger and Nick I’d see them at dinner. I was dying to see Anna, and dying for a drink. So we went our separate ways.

My first stop was at the hotel room, but she wasn’t there. So I made my way down to the beach. I wandered past the lounge chairs and suntanners, down the length of the beach, but no Anna. Strange. By the time I reached the boundary of the nude beach, I was ready to turn back. Guys weren’t allowed on the nude beach by themselves – only women or couples. I certainly didn’t want to creep anyone out. So I turned back.

“David!”

Anna? Sure enough, about fifty yards off, I saw Anna, reclining in a lounge chair, waving at me. Holy shit. On the nude beach? This was a first.

I walked past the bartender with a nod, heading straight toward Anna. She was reclining in the chair, completely naked except for a ballcap and her gold anklet, with a fruity drink on the table beside her. She set down her magazine. I looked at her skin, a reddish combination of red and brown from baking in the sun all day long.

My eyes were instantly drawn to eyüpsultan escort her little tits, and then her hairy pussy, which I had never seen her display before in such plain, public view. Normally she was very shy about her appearance. But she appeared at complete ease reclining amidst other naked sunbathing couples.

“Holy shit,” was all I could say.

She laughed. “Surprised?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

At that moment a waiter appeared.

“Drink, sir?’ he asked me.

“Sure,” I replied.

“And you madam?’ he asked.

“Yes, please,” she replied.

The waiter disappeared to get our drinks. I knelt down on the ground beside Anna. She leaned in and gave me a big, deep kiss with lots of tongue. Her breath tasted strongly of alcohol and sweet fruit juice.

“Partying hard?” I asked her.

“Mmm,” she said. She clutched my wrist. “I’m really fucking drunk.” She giggled.

She sat up in the lawnchair. “I need to pee,” she said, standing up.

I helped her to her feet. She was unsteady, swaying a little. There was a bathroom at the other end of the beach. She wrapped a towel around her waist and I watched her zigzag her cihangir escort way to the toilet. A couple of minutes later she returned right as the waiter was delivering our drinks.

“Better watch out for this one,” said the waiter, winking at me. “She’s a wild one.” He set Anna’s drink on the table and handed me mine.

Anna laughed and flopped back down on the chair, her towel falling to the ground.

“Really?” I asked her. “How so?”

“I’m not the wild one,” she said. “Kayla and Jen—those girls from Michigan we met at the bar last night—they’re the wild ones.”

“I figured they were pretty wild,” I said.

“Oh, you have no idea,” she said.

“Bad influences?”

“Very bad.”

She drained the remainder of her drink. “Maybe we should go back to the hotel room. To freshen up for dinner,” she suggested, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her speech was a little slurred.

Once again, I knelt down beside her, my knees resting on the hot sand. She pulled me in for another kiss, which lasted for a very long time. I couldn’t resist rubbing my hands all over her oiled skin, slowly caressing her ankles and her calves as feriköy escort we kissed. She moaned softly and spread her legs a little as I rubbed her thighs.

I had no idea if this was acceptable or not. Could you make out on the nude beach? But nobody was complaining, and Anna was sure into it. Before long I had slipped my hands between her legs, and she spread them even wider as I rubbed her clit. I was amazed by how wet her cunt was—soaking—and she moaned even louder as I continued to massage her clit in a gentle, circular motion.

“Get a room!” yelled a voice.

Shocked, Anna started from her trance. She sat upright and grabbed her towel, which she instinctively placed over her legs.

But she recognized the voice. It was Jen, the hard-drinking chubby brunette from the bar last night. Jen was standing there topless, her big saggy sunburned tits dangling in the sun.

“Fuck you!” laughed Anna.

Jen laughed too. “You little slut.”

“You’re just jealous,” Anna said. And with that, Anna pulled me in close and started to kiss me even more passionately. By this point, my cock was rock hard.

Jen licked her lips hungrily. “Mmmm, you’re right. I am jealous! I’ll leave you two alone.”

Jen walked away. Anna reached for her tank top and pulled it on. She stood up, now wearing a tank top, but still bottomless, her pussy exposed.

“Let’s go back to the room,” she said.

Her face was flushed.

“Yes, let’s.”

And we quickly grabbed her belongings and made our way back up to the hotel.

END OF PART 1.

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13. Warten auf das Wochenende

‚Zehn Tage, welch lange Zeit’ mit diesem Gedanken erwache ich. Und im selben Moment ergreift mich Angst, Angst vor dem, was er vorhat. Will ich das eigentlich! Auf was habe ich mich da eingelassen? Bin ich tatsächlich eine solche Frau? Kann ich mich Fremden hingeben? Aber alles, was bisher geschah, zeigt mir, dass es richtig ist, dass es reine Lust ist. Dass er weiß, mich zu führen. Aber es ist eben doch fremd. Aber es ist wohl auch mein innerster Traum, der Realität wird. Was ich als „Fesseln” beschrieben hatte, ist viel mehr. Es ist meine zutiefst devote Neigung bis hin zur Schmerzenslust, die ich bisher unterdrückt habe. Mühsam stehe ich auf und vollführe meine morgendlichen Aufgaben, bevor ich mich ins Büro begebe.

Dort angekommen, starte ich meinen Rechner. Ich werde mit einem freudigen „Bing” begrüßt, das Zeichen einer neuen Mail. Sie ist natürlich von ihm.

„Guten Morgen, Serva! Ich wünsche Dir einen angenehmen Tag. Für die Tage bis zu unserem nächsten Zusammentreffen gilt:

• kein Rasieren oder Epilieren,

• kein Orgasmus

• jeden Tag den Plug tragen

Zusätzlich überprüfst Du im Internet andere Plugs. Dein jetziger hat einen Durchmesser von 25 mm, ich möchte, dass Du zwei weitere besorgst mit den Durchmessern 40 mm und 50 mm. Du wirst den Durchmesser über die Tage steigern, sprich bis Sonntag den alten, dann bis Mittwoch den nächstgrößeren und danach den großen.

Und wenn Du schon im Netz bist, suche doch auch noch vier sogenannte „clover clamps”.

Ich wünsche Dir einen schönen Tag!”

Ich stocke. Was hatte er nur wieder alles vor. Er überrascht mich immer wieder mit seinen Ideen und Forderungen. Aber zuerst muss ich wohl oder übel meine Arbeit erledigen. Also versuche ich abzuschalten und mich auf die Arbeit zu konzentrieren.

Mittags muss ich nach Hause, weil ich vergessen habe, zu überprüfen, was wir noch im Haus brauchen. Es reizt mich, also gehe ich in mein Zimmer und suche den Plug aus meinem Rucksack. Ich ziehe Hose und Slip aus und schmiere etwas Vaseline auf meine Rosette. Dann nehme ich den Plug und schiebe ihn mir in den Po. Es geht schon erstaunlich einfach. Ich ziehe Höschen und Jeans wieder an und gehe in die Küche, um die Lage zu checken. Das Gefühl ist irre. Das Gewicht und das Vorhandensein beeinflussen meinen ganzen Geist. Schon spüre ich meine Geilheit und meine Feuchtigkeit. Schnell gehe ich noch ins Bad und lege eine Slipeinlage ein.

Es geht zurück zum Büro. Ich arbeite noch ein wenig und mache mich dann auf im Internet nach Plugs zu suchen. Ich lande schnell auf einer sehr schönen deutschen Seite, die den Namen trägt „Die Kunst zu leben”, aber eben in Lateinisch, ars vivendi. Hier sind nicht nur Toys, sondern auch herrliche erotische Kleidung und Schuhe. Unter den Toys finde ich Butt Plugs, in verschiedenen Größen. Es gibt sie in den Größen, 30, 40, 50 und 70 mm. Ich bestellt sofort den 40er und den 70er, ohne zu wissen, wie ich diese Größen benutzen oder besser bewältigen sollte.

Bei dem Begriff „clover clamps” werde ich auch schnell fündig, also auch hier noch vier bestellt.

Dann schicke ich noch schnell ein Mail an ihn. „Lieber Herr, habe die Plugs und die Klemmen bestellt. Sollten morgen da sein! Mit Hingabe Deine Serva!”

Der Abend ist normal, ich mache Essen und schaue ein wenig fern. Später gehe ich nach oben in mein Zimmer, finde aber keine Nachricht. Ich beschäftige mich ein wenig mit anderen Dingen. Anschließend mache ich mich bettfertig. Hierzu nehme ich den Plug heraus. Ich habe das Gefühl, dass mein Po offen stehen bleibt. Es ist eine Art Leere. Ich betrachte mich im Spiegel. Die Striemen und Spuren des gestrigen Abends sind noch gut zu sehen. Zum Teil ändern die Striemen ihre Farbe und wandeln sich von Rot in eine Art Violett. Ich genieße meinen Anblick.

Am nächsten Tag, es ist Freitag, bereite ich mich vor und gehe früh ins Büro. Die Versandnachrichten für meine bestellten Artikel hatte ich schon auf meinem Handy empfangen. Jetzt hoffe ich, dass die Dinge bald kommen. Aber zuerst mache ich mich an die Arbeit.

Der Plug ist aber schon ein Phänomen. Bei jeder Bewegung gibt er Nachricht, dass er dort ist. Immer wieder wird man an seine Geilheit erinnert. Wobei ich mir schon Sorgen mache, wie ich mit den größeren Plugs umgehen soll. Trotzdem geht die Arbeit voran und dank regelmäßig gewechselter Slipeinlage, ist der Feuchteanfall auch nicht zu groß. Gegen Nachmittag kommt das Päckchen. Ich nehme es in Empfang und stecke es in meinen Rucksack. Es ist zum Glück nicht mehr lang bis zum Feierabend.

Bald ist es geschafft und es geht ab nach Hause. Ich mache Abendessen und esse mit meinem Mann zu Abend. Er trifft sich, wie meistens am Freitagabend mit Freunden zum Kegeln. Das gibt mir die Ruhe, in mein Zimmer zu gehen und die Dinge anzuschauen. Zuerst ziehe ich mich aber aus. Mein Slip ist schon wieder durch. Nach ein paar Sekunden bin ich nackt, bis auf den Plug. Ich schaue an mir herunter und sehe den beginnenden Flaum an allen möglichen Stellen. Es sind zwar nur dünne Härchen, aber schon etwas befremdlich. Ich wundere mich, cevizli escort was er wohl vorhat.

Dann öffne ich das Packet. Es sind zwei Kästchen und ein Beutel. Ich öffne das erste Kästchen, es ist schwer und ich vermute einen Plug. In feinem Samt ruht er in der Kiste. Gleich öffne ich die zweite und habe nun die beiden Plugs vor mir liegen. Beide sind monströs. Bei dem dickeren kann ich mir einfach nicht vorstellen, wie es klappen soll. Ich nehme den kleineren in die Hand. Er fühlt sich gut an, so schwer und glatt. Ich nehme den Großen, auch er fühlt sich sehr schön an. Dann überkommt es mich und ich nehme den mittleren Plug und drücke ihn gegen meine Muschi. Er beginnt sofort seinen Weg hinein, was bei der Feuchtigkeit kein Wunder ist. Und ein kleiner Stoß und er ist drin. Ein herrliches Gefühl, auch wenn er für diesen Eingang ja eigentlich nicht gemacht ist.

Dann öffne ich den Beutel. Darin liegen 4 einzeln verpackte Klammern. Ich packe die erste aus. Wenn man auf die Seiten drückt, öffnet sich ein Mechanismus und die Backen am Ende der Klammern. Sie sind mit Gummiauflagen versehen. Beim Loslassen greifen die Klammern fest zu, wie ich an meinem Finger testen kann. Wenn man jetzt an dem Bändchen am Ende der Klammer zieht, passiert das überaus Gemeine, der Druck auf die Klammern wird weiter verstärkt. Man kann also an den Bändchen ziehen und die Klammer kommt immer schwerer frei, je stärker man zieht.

Ich bin mutig und nehme die Klammer in die rechte Hand. Mit der Linken greife ich nach meiner linken äußeren Schamlippe und ziehe ein wenig daran. Dann öffne ich die Klammer und setze sie an. Langsam lasse ich los und die Klammer greift nach mir. Der Druck ist recht stark, aber auszuhalten. Nun greife ich nach dem kleinen Seil und beginne zu ziehen. Die Klammer nimmt meine Schamlippe mit und zieht sie immer weiter. Der Druck wird immer stärker, aber sie gibt auch nicht nach. Es erscheint so, als könne man endlos ziehen, ohne dass die Klammer abgeht. Jetzt wird es aber zu viel und ich lasse los.

Ich brauche aber auch noch den nächsten Test. Ich nehme die nächste Klammer, öffne sie und führe sie zu meinem rechten Nippel. Ich platziere die Klammern links und rechts davon und lasse langsam los. Hier ist der Druck deutlich stärker und ich fühle, wie sich der Schmerz ausbreitet, mir aber wie immer gleichzeitig Lust verschafft. Dann ist die Klammer dran. Vorsichtig ziehe ich an dem Band. Der Griff der Klammer wird stärker und der Schmerz nimmt zu. Ich lasse los.

Ich gehe in die Hocke und greife nach dem Plug in meinem Hintern. Ich taste nach dem tief in meinem Spalt verborgenen Kopf. Endlich bekomme ich ihn zwischen Zeigefinger und Daumen zu fassen und ziehe energisch daran. Meine Rosette setzt einen Widerstand dagegen, aber ich überwinde ihn und der Plug kommt heraus. Wieder überfällt mich das Gefühl der Leere. Ich greife nach der Vaseline, nehme eine gute Portion und beginne mein Poloch zu massieren. Dabei dringe ich immer wieder mit meinem Finger in mich ein. Ich versuche auch einen zweiten Finger dazu zu nehmen. Es fällt schwer.

Jetzt greife ich den Plug in meiner Muschi, ziehe ihn heraus und bringe seine Spitze zu meinem Hintertürchen. Langsam drücke ich die Spitze dagegen. Es erscheint leicht, die Rosette öffnet sich immer weiter, aber dann kommt plötzlich ein Punkt, wo es nicht weiterzugehen scheint. Der Schmerz wird unerträglich und auch die Dehnfähigkeit scheint erreicht. Ich ziehe ihn wieder etwas zurück und versuche es erneut, aber es gelingt mir nicht. Ich breche ab und nehme den kleinen Plug. Ich drücke ihn gegen meinen Po und ohne große Anstrengung verschwindet er wieder in mir. Ich beschließe, ihn auch in der Nacht drin zu lassen, um meinen Po zu trainieren.

Dann setze ich mich an den Computer und berichte von der eingegangenen und begutachteten Ware. Kurze Zeit später erfolgt seine Antwort. „Liebe Serva, es ist schön zu hören, dass meine vorgeschlagenen Toys Dich begeistern! So soll es auch sein. Ich würde Dir eine Fahrt am Freitagvormittag nach Frankfurt buchen, wenn Du es so einrichten kannst.”

Ich schreibe sofort zurück. Zum Glück hatte ich schon geklärt, dass ich Freitag frei nehmen kann. Dann nehme ich die Klammern ab, mit dem „Erfolg” eines kräftigen Schmerzes. Anschließend gehe ich ins Bett.

Am nächsten Tag höre ich nichts. Ich lasse den kleinen Plug drin und kümmere mich um das Haus. So verbringe ich den Tag. Abends ziehe ich mich in mein Zimmer zurück. Ich wiederhole die Prozedur mit dem mittleren Plug, der ja morgen dran sein sollte. Wieder klappt es nicht, aber ich habe das Gefühl, dass es besser geht.

Am Sonntagmorgen hole ich dann die Vaseline und den mittleren Plug. Ich ziehe den kleinen Plug heraus und bereite den Weg mit reichlich Vaseline. Wieder versuche ich mein Glück mit dem mittleren Plug. Es scheint auch wieder etwas besser zu gehen, aber kurz vor der vollständigen Öffnung meiner Rosette muss ich stoppen. Ich führe wieder den kleinen ein und nehme mir vor, es am Mittag zu schaffen.

Nach dem Frühstück kommt meine Tochter zu Besuch çamlıca escort und wir verbringen einen entspannten Vormittag zusammen. Wir gehen etwas in die Stadt, essen ein Eis und unterhalten uns. Später fahren wir zurück nach Hause und bereiten zusammen ein Mittagessen. dabei erzählt sie mir, dass ich auf sie einen überaus glücklichen und zufriedenen Eindruck machen würde, viel mehr als in der letzten Zeit, in der ich eher niedergeschlagen gewirkt hätte. Ich muss innerlich grinsen und gebe nur zu, dass es mir sehr gut gehe.

Nach dem Mittag gehe ich in mein Zimmer. Ich hole wieder den Plug und die Vaseline. Ich gehe in die Knie, spreize dabei meine Knie und versuche meinen Hintern weit zu öffnen. Ich greife nach dem kleinen Plug, ziehe ihn raus und massiere eine reichliche Menge Vaseline ein. Dann nehme ich wieder den mittleren Plug und drücke. Ich beiße die Zähne zusammen und massiere mit der anderen Hand um meine Rosette herum, um den Bereich zu entspannen. Mit einem Ruck drücke ich. Ein schreiender Schmerz schießt in mir hoch, und dann ist es geschehen und der Plug ist in mir verschwunden. Ich stöhne auf. Ich habe es geschafft. Der Schmerz lässt nach und ich habe ein herrliches Gefühl der Fülle. Meine gestresste Rosette entspannt sich langsam um den schlanken Mittelteil. Zusätzlich erregt mich das Gewicht. Ich nehme meinen Slip und ziehe ihn wieder an. Sicherheitshalber lege ich eine Slipeinlage ein.

Ich gehe wieder runter zu meiner Tochter. Bei jedem Schritt habe ich das Gefühl, dass meine Därme durchgeknetet werden. Meine Säfte fließen und ich habe schon nach kurzer Zeit, die Empfindung eines nassen Schwamms als Einlage. Wir setzen uns in den Garten und unterhalten uns. Gegen Abend beschließen wir, in die Stadt zum Essen zu fahren.

Im Moment, wo das Auto sich bewegt, überkommt mich die ganze Lust. Jede Bewegung führt zu Vibrationen im Körper, jede Welle in der Straße zur Reizflutung. Als wir in dem Lokal ankommen, muss ich erst einmal zur Toilette und wieder die Einlage tauschen.

Es ist ein enormes Erlebnis. Es ist immer wieder faszinierend, wie er die richtigen Handlungen trifft, um mich zu erregen und auch, um mich von ihm besessen zu fühlen.

Abends entschließe ich mich, den Plug für eine Weile herauszunehmen. Ich gehe also in mein Zimmer und ziehe Hose und Slip aus. Ich gehe tief in die Hocke und greife den Kopf vom Plug. Ich beginne kräftig daran zu ziehen und innerlich zu drücken. Wieder entsteht der immense Druck auf meiner Rosette, aber dann gibt sie gezwungenermaßen nach und der Plug kommt heraus und liegt feucht und warm in meiner Hand. Ungläubig schaue ich ihn nochmals an. Wie habe ich diese Größe in mich hineinbekommen.

Später sitzen wir noch lange im Wohnzimmer und unterhalten uns. Meine Tochter ist fröhlich und lebendig und bemerkt des Öfteren, wie fröhlich ich sei und dass ich ihr sehr gefalle. Das tut mir gut und bestätigt, dass mir diese Beziehung guttut, auch wenn ich immer wieder von Zweifeln beschlichen werde. Am späten Abend verabschiedet sich meine Tochter und fährt zu sich nach Hause. Ich gehe froh in mein Zimmer und ziehe mich aus.

Ich greife nach dem mittleren Plug, meinem Vibrator und der Vaseline. Dann gehe ich wieder tief in die Hocke und öffne meine Beine. Ich nehme eine gute Portion der Schmiere und beginne, sie großzügig auf meinem Hintereingang zu verteilen. Langsam dringe ich mit dem Zeigefinger ein. Dann nehme ich den Mittelfinger dazu, was diesmal erstaunlich leicht gelingt. Ich ficke mich und versuche mich dabei zu dehnen. Anschließend nehme ich den Vibrator, um damit meine Rosette zu weiten. Ich führe die Spitze an den Eingang und beginne, ihn hineinzudrücken. Die Spitze drückt mein Loch auf und die Rosette wehrt sich.

Ich drücke noch mehr, bis es schmerzt. Ich lasse etwas nach und drehe am Ende, um die Vibrationen einzuschalten. Jetzt durchfährt es mich. Ich habe das Gefühl, dass in wenigen Sekunden ein Orgasmus über mich hereinbrechen wird. Trotzdem drücke ich. Das Loch weitete sich. Jetzt nehme ich den Plug in die freie Hand, ziehe den Vibrator heraus und drücke den Plug hinein. Ich drücke mit aller Kraft gegen den Widerstand und den Schmerz. Ich hechele und drücke, dann der beißende Schmerz, der kurz danach von Entspannung abgelöst wird. Ich habe es wieder geschafft. Ich bin stolz. Eigentlich habe ich mir jetzt einen schönen selbstbereiteten Orgasmus verdient, aber ich darf ja nicht und will mich diesmal auch daranhalten.

Ich gehe ins Bett und schlafe friedlich ein, auch wenn das Gewicht immer wieder in mir arbeitet und mich an meine Geilheit erinnert.

Am Montag früh lasse ich den Plug gleich drin. Ich betrachte mich bei der Morgentoilette im Spiegel. Überall beginnt es zu sprießen. Meine Scham „ziert” bereits ein Flaum aus dunklen Stoppeln. Ich wasche mich und gehe ins Büro. Dort finde ich eine Mail vor.

„Liebe Serva, ich hoffe, Deine Aufgaben werden von Dir gut bewältigt. Ich möchte, dass Du gegen Mittag in Frankfurt am Hauptbahnhof bist. Am Sonntag bringe ich Dich dann gegen 16 Uhr wieder dorthin zurück.

Du çakmak escort solltest ja jetzt bei dem mittleren Plug angekommen sein. Ich möchte, dass Du Dir heute mehrere Gewichte kaufst. Jeweils zwei mit 100 Gr., 250 Gr., 500 Gr. und 1 KG. Bereite sie anschließend so vor, dass man sie an die Klammern hängen kann! Heute Abend um 20 Uhr legst Du dann die Clover Clamps an Deine Nippel an und beschwerst sie mit jeweils 100 Gr. Davon machst Du ein Bild, das Du mir dann per Mail schickst. Dazu ein Foto von dem Plug in Dir. Ich werde Dir dann über Zoom antworten und das Weitere vorgeben.

Gruß Dein Herr”

Es ist herrlich, wieder von ihm zu hören. Die Aufgaben treiben mir die Lust zwischen die Beine und ich spüre, wie ich bereits beim Lesen feucht werde. Nach dem Dienst gehe ich in den Baumarkt und schaue nach Gewichten. Ich finde die geforderten. Zu Hause angekommen, bringe ich sie in mein Zimmer und hole einen Draht aus dem Keller. Ich befestige den Draht an den Hälsen der Gewichte und mache jeweils einen Hacken zum Einhängen.

Ich bin neugierig. Also bleibe ich im Zimmer und ziehe mich aus. Ich nehme die Klammern und öffne sie, langsam. Ganz langsam schließe ich die erste über meinem linken Nippel. Der Schmerz ist scharf aber erträglich. Ich lasse die Klammer los. Durch das Herabhängen, baut sich weiterer Zug auf. Es folgt die zweite Klammer. Schon jetzt mit den Klammern, die meine Nippel zusammenkneifen und dem Zug durch das Herabhängen, habe ich eigentlich genug. Ich greife aber mutig nach den Gewichten, den 100 Gr. schweren, natürlich. Vorsichtig nähere ich den ersten Hacken der Schlaufe an der linken Klammer. Ich hacke ein und senke langsam das Gewicht, bis es beginnt an der Klammer zu zerren.

Durch die bösartige Konstruktion dieser Klammern verstärkt sich augenblicklich der Druck auf meinen Nippel. Der Zug wird immer stärker, aber tapfer lasse ich immer mehr los. Selbst die 100 Gr. ziehen heftig und meinen Busen wird immer länger. Gleichzeitig macht der starke Druck und Schmerz an meinen Nippeln meine Augen feucht. Ich nehme das zweite Gewicht und wiederhole die Prozedur. Als alles hängt, kann ich kaum die Kamera sehen, weil meine Augen mit Tränen gefüllt sind, ich ergreife sie, halte sie vor mich und mache ein Bild. Ich schaue gleich auf die Aufnahme und kann verschwommen erkennen, dass es wohl gelungen ist.

Nun gehe ich in die Knie, halte die Kamera hinter mich und versuche den Plug ins Bild zu bekommen. Blind drücke ich ab und bin überrascht, dass es mir auf Anhieb gelingt. Dann gehe ich zum Computer und werde sofort an die Gewichte erinnert, die nun heftig schwanken und meine Brüste hin und her bewegen und an den Nippeln reißen. Vorsichtig setze ich mich und schiebe die SD-Karte der Kamera in den Rechner. Ich lade die Bilder hoch, öffne ein Mail und schicke es an ihn.

Es ist erst 19 Uhr und ich habe noch eine Stunde Zeit. Ich beuge mich nach vorne, die beiden Gewichte kreisen leicht. Ich greife nach dem Gewicht an meiner linken Brust und hebe es an. Der Zug lässt nach, aber der Druck der Klammer auf meinen Nippel bleibt. Ich nehme das 250 Gr.-Gewicht vom Tisch. Ich muss es probieren. Vorsichtig hänge ich es in die Schlaufe und senke die Hand. Der Zug nimmt wieder zu, die Klammer schließt sich weiter. Der Schmerz wird stärker. Gleichzeitig fühle ich, wie meine Muschi noch nässer wird. Ich beiße mir auf die Lippe und senke die Hand weiter. Wieder laufen meine Tränen, aber ich mache weiter. Dann ist es geschafft. Das zweieinhalb-fache Gewicht von eben. Meine Brust wird extrem in die Länge gezogen und mein Nippel erscheint platt wie eine Flunder. Ich merke, dass ich hechele, um den Schmerz zu überstehen.

Erstaunlich schnell lässt der Schmerz so weit nach, dass die Lust in mir überhandnimmt. Ich bin erstaunt. Ich greife mir mit der rechten Hand in den Schritt. Meine gesamte Muschi ist heiß und feucht. Die Lippen sind geradezu nass und geschwollen. Ich streiche darüber und fühle sofort, wie sich in mir eine mächtige Welle aufbaut. Ich lasse es sofort wieder sein. Anstatt dessen ergreife ich wie in Trance das zweite 250 Gr.-Gewicht und nehme die verbliebenen 100 Gr. ab. Ich hacke die 250 ein und lasse sie relativ schnell hinab. Wieder der unbändige Schmerz, der aber recht schnell einer noch stärker werdenden Lust Platz macht. Es verwirrt mich immer wieder, wie schnell aus dem Schmerz eine pure Lust wird. ‚Bin ich so masochistisch veranlagt?’ Wie hat er es herausfinden können. Er verwirrt und fasziniert mich immer wieder.

Jetzt nehme ich die Gewichte wieder ab. Die Klammern lasse ich lieber dran. Ich weiß, wie die Entlastung der Nippel schmerzt. Ich ziehe mir meinen Bademantel über und gehe in die Küche. Mein Mann sitzt vor dem Fernseher und isst sein Abendbrot. Ich mache mir auch ein Brot und nehme mir ein Glas Saft. Dann sage ich ihm gute Nacht und gehe wieder in mein Zimmer.

Um kurz vor acht ergreife ich wieder die 100er-Gewichte und lege sie an. Es ist inzwischen fast ein Spaziergang. Um punkt acht Uhr starte ich Zoom. Und schon erscheint sein Bild. „Guten Abend!” sagt er, „es war zwar nicht genau, wie befohlen, denn Du solltest die Bilder um acht Uhr schicken, aber ich finde sie sehr schön. Leider habe ich nicht sehr viel Zeit. Ich möchte, dass Du Deine Webcam so stellst, dass sie auf dem Boden steht und schräg nach oben aufnimmt!” Sofort ergreife ich den Laptop und stelle ihn auf den Boden. “So ist schön! Jetzt legst Du die 250 Gr.-Gewichte bereit.” Ich gehorche.

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Chapter 1

I have been the principal coach/Trainer of a local ladies hockey team from a small town in Ireland. We were preparing for the start of the new league season and had planned a training and fitness camp in a well known resort in the south of Spain as a way of getting the season off to a good start.

There are 7 girls in our team, some are single, some married but all like a good time and particularly enjoy a night on the town after a game, particularly if we have won. All of the hockey training has kept us fit and although several of the girls are larger than average, especially the keeper, they are all quite toned and have the right curves in all of the right places. For myself, although I was 10 years older and hadn’t played competitively for a few years, all of the training helped keep me in shape and I was proud of my body.

When we arrived in Spain, I knew I would have difficulty maintaining the high levels of concentration required for the intense fitness regime, as the girls would be constantly distracted by the thought of the local nightlife and the obvious party season ongoing in the town through the night.

I tried to develop a schedule which allowed the girls some time off in the evening for a quick drink before insisting on an early night.

The temperature was so hot, that it was uncomfortable to train in the usual long-sleeved shirts, and pleated skirts, and instead we splashed out on some co-ordinating crop tops and skimpy shorts, not much more than traditional bras and knickers, which caused a few giggles among the girls when we first changed into them, myself included.

When we first ran onto our allotted training pitch, there were some nervous looks from some of the girls, however this soon changed when we became aware of some appreciative looks from some of the other athletes using the adjoining pitches.

It was soon apparent that the resort was actually very busy, and almost all of the other teams were male and mostly soccer teams from all over the world. The girls found themselves attracting attention from several groups of young men, stripped to the waste and bronzed, while taking a refreshment break from their training.

I was anxious that the close attention might put them off, however it was soon apparent that far from embarrassing the players, they were beginning to enjoy it and several were even beginning to show off, jumping up and down on the spot when not strictly necessary to maximise the effect of jiggling boobs and also ensuring that when completing bending exercises, they were positioned that their now appreciative audience, had a full uninterrupted view of their tight buns.

To my amusement, this flaunting was not restricted to the single girls, but several of the married girls seemed to be getting in on the act, and I noticed the soccer coaches on the adjacent pitches struggling to get their players attention to recommence their own training.

By mid-morning, the heat was exhausting and I instructed the girls to stop regularly to take on lots of water, to avoid dehydration. Another problem I was keen to avoid was sunburn, and as we were all Irish and mostly fair-skinned, that could have become a problem. The solution was to regularly re-apply sun bloc to all exposed skin. To do this the girls simply stopped, lay down on the pitch and applied the cream to each other’s bodies. By mixing the oil with the sweat, the effect was to create a glossy sheen which made our brief clothing look even more close fitting and clingy, to the extent that it was possible to make out, not just the shape of the boobs, but also the nipples on most of the girls.

I had been anxious but also amused by the attention we were receiving from the soccer players initially, but while we were applying the sun bloc to each other, the effect was even more noticeable. Several of the adjacent teams were now stopping more regularly and coming over, this time with their coaches to watch the show.

The young men however were not the only ones enjoying the view, several of the girls had noticed the strain being induced in the shorts of the footballers and were giggling suggestively in the direction of a particularly handsome group of young men from Sweden who were obviously fit and muscular, but also wore broad and attractive smiles.

Our morning session ended with a light jog around the entire facility by which time I was also becoming intoxicated by the lingering looks and smiles we were attracting from all directions. I instructed the team to cool down before coming in to lunch, and joined in by using the cold showers outside the changing rooms, which took the levels of attention to new heights. By now I could tell several of the girls were becoming extremely suggestive, ensuring they rubbed the cold water over their entire bodies and stretching the tight fabric over their boobs and bums to full effect. The cold water did the trick and most of our nipples were now distinct and clear while our bums and pussies were easy to make out.

The discussion over lunch centred mainly harem escort on which of the young soccer players had the tightest ass and which appeared to have the most distinctive bulge. There was a general consensus that the Swedish lads were the hottest and the tall blonde centre-back got the most votes. I personally opted out of the voting but secretly admired the team captain, slightly older but fit and tanned with gorgeous eyes.

It was now clear that the level of distraction was almost too much in the main pitch area, and I asked the girls to consider going somewhere else in the afternoon. There were howls of complaint from the entire team and suggestions that they would mutiny and lock me in my hotel bedroom while the rest would return to the pitches.

I gave in and agreed we could resume our pitch training in the afternoon for a short session before putting in some long-distance stamina swimming in the hotel pool. We returned to the pitches after lunch for some extra stretching and aerobic work to welcoming smiles and whistles from the adjacent teams to complete our short session and then returned to our hotel, much to the obvious annoyance of all of the soccer teams.

When we arrived at the hotel, I arranged for the team to change and meet back at poolside within 5 mins. I changed into my bikini, which was almost the same size as our training outfit and went back to the pool. The rest of the team arrived together and to my astonishment they were all topless and wearing matching thongs with broad smiles. I must have looked shocked as they reassured me there was one for me and topless was not obligatory.

Once I had got over the initial surprise, I relented and decided, ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’. I dived into the pool, stripped off my bikini top and bottoms, threw them to the poolside and slipped on the thong provided by the girls.

We had worked hard all afternoon and the cool water was refreshing compared to the heat of the morning pitch session. After approx 2 hours of sprint and slow swim sessions we got out to rest and relax for a break.

While we were getting out of the pool, we were shocked to see the entire Swedish soccer team come past the pool area on their way into the hotel, and when they spotted us they immediately diverted to the poolside.

There was now no escaping their attention. We could either jump into the water to protect what little modesty we had left or simply stay where we were and try to look indifferent. The decision was made for me by some of the girls standing up and striding to the other side of the pool, to a grassed area, and begins the bending and stretching exercises again. They were soon joined by the remaining girls who hesitated only briefly before joining their team-mates with more giggles and swaying boobs.

I had no choice but to join the rest of the girls and my initial embarrassment again dissolved as I noticed the soccer lads dive into the pool to obtain ringside seats for what they hoped would be a good show. I smiled when I noticed the captain swim to the poolside nearest to me and hold on to the edge wearing a very broad smile.

The whole team really got into the swing and I have never seen such enthusiastic and energetic bending and stretching by a collection of fit women. This coupled with the fact that we were all naked except for a brief damp thong and simultaneously being voyeured by a very hot Swedish football team, made the whole afternoon an extremely erotic and enjoyable experience. I must say I got carried away by the sexual charge and cheekily shimmied my way closer to the edge of the pool so that as I was bending over or sitting down on the grass, the captain who was by now within 3 yards of me, had a birds eye view right up my ass and I could imagine him watching my wet pussy being stretched in every possible direction.

When we finished our workout, we received a grateful cheer from the footballers with loud cries of:

“More, More, More”!

We all smiled appreciatively and strutted back to the poolside with much giggling and swaying of hips to dive in and cool down again.

Cont’d.

Adventures of a ladies Hockey team

Chapter 2

I insisted our team stick together and after a brief swim we said our farewells to the soccer lads who looked crestfallen at our leaving and made noisy protests mostly in my direction, as we left to return to the sports changing rooms now wrapped in towels.

As we entered the shower block I could hear the Swedish lads returning also to the same shower block.

There was much excited chattering among the girls and by the time we actually got into the shower area, they had each decided who their favourite footballer was and some were openly discussing what they would like to do with them.

I enjoyed listening to their sexually charged ideas and was slightly distracted by a sound coming from the ceiling close to the entrance of the shower area. I immediately suspected that we were being spied upon and quietly kalamış escort left the shower area wrapping myself in a towel.

I crept into the adjacent shower room and was not particularly surprised to see the whole Swedish soccer team butt-naked, cramming into the ceiling void to get an eyeful of my hockey colleagues next door. I was incensed that they would do such a thing and immediately ran forward and roared at them in my best sergeant major voice to get down from there.

They looked absolutely stunned and climbed down immediately, looking very sheepish. They all had obviously been erect and were now becoming flaccid at the shock of being caught. Some of them were also wearing boyish grins, which I decided was not the required response. When I roared again and demanded they show some respect, the captain who was standing closest to me wearing only a towel, whispered in my ear with a low sexy Swedish accent that I was standing in a room full of completely naked horny men, without my towel and it was a bit much to demand complete respect.

It was only then that I realised that as I ran in, my towel had slipped. I blushed from head to foot, but the captain who realised my discomfort, made a generous gesture and removed his towel to cover me.

At this point I could see he was very muscular and handsomely endowed with a now rising member. As I looked around, I noticed the others were now sporting rising erections of all shapes and sizes, and their initial embarrassment at being caught, was now disappearing to be replaced by confidence and a lustful look on their faces.

I realised that all of those fresh erections were in response to my naked presence in their shower room. Some part of my mind became overwhelmed by the ability to create such a sexual reaction in such young fit and attractive men, that I now deliberately removed the towel revealing my naked body again and enjoying the feeling of my nipples hardening and my pussy moistening. I watched ravenously as the reaction among the Swedish lads became more obvious and their members arose magnificently.

The captain smiled at my actions and came closer to me with his member at full stretch. The atmosphere was electric and I could feel myself becoming completely aroused. I bent closer to him and whispered in his ear, that it was wicked to peep on us without our consent, and that if they wanted to watch us shower, they only had to ask. There was however one condition, that if the girls went through with it, the men had to agree to a forfeit of our choosing in return.

His member continued to rise as he smiled and translated for his younger team-mates. The reaction was unanimous smiles all round as I turned on my heel and strutted back to our own shower room with the towel repositioned to rejoin my girls.

The girls were full of questions on my return as they had noticed my absence and subsequently heard me shouting from somewhere. I dropped my towel and rejoined them in the open shower area. I called them together into a huddle and explained what had just happened next door with a shower room of naked horny young men.

I asked for their thoughts and there was an initial gasp followed by silence, after which the keeper Laura suggested, that if they want a show, we should give them a show they’ll never forget. The others giggled at first and then one-by-one agreed to go for it.

They girls and I then positioned ourselves around the shower area ensuring we were each in full view of the shower opening. We could now hear the scrambling and muffled whispering from the ceiling area, so we knew we had our audience.

When we started washing again, this time we made sure we soaped and rinsed all over as slowly as possible, allowing our hands to caress our now erect nipples and boobs, bending over fully to wash between our bum cheeks while giving the best view to the shower opening area. This had an absolutely pussy tingling effect as I imagined all of the naked young men straining to get a better view and all hot and horny as hell to get in with us.

Two of the girls began to wash each other which would be innocent enough normally, however they giggled as they slowly soaped each others bodies always ensuring the bits being soaped were in full view. I could imagine again the reaction this would generate in the young men and smiled as I completed my own ritual by carefully soaping my pussy with my legs spread wide and looked up towards the ceiling smiling as I rinsed off all the soap leaving my skin glistening and pink.

When we each left the shower we smiled up at the dark void above the ceiling and could just make out all the smiling excited faces of our appreciative audience.

There was a lot of excitement among the girls as we got dressed and we discussed at length what the forfeit should be. Eventually we agreed on a plan suggested by Laura, who seemed to have a very vivid imagination.

Cont’d

Adventures of a ladies Hockey team

Chapter 3

We kavacık escort left the shower block now dressed in a variety of short summer dresses and skirts, with an air of excitement and expectation. We were met by the entire Swedish team who were smiling broadly and thanking us profusely for being game enough to put on a show like that. We smiled knowingly that it would soon be out turn to have some fun and a few fantasies fulfilled.

We went to a local restaurant and the Swedish team treated us to a fine meal and some local wine which was lovely. All evening we were lavished attention as there were two men for each of us and the men were competing for our attention and favour. I noticed that some of the men were attempting to seduce their prey by caressing their legs, neck or any other bit they could get access to.

When the meal was finished we advised our hosts that it was time for the forfeit and we would have to return to my hotel suite for the rest of the evening. They purchased some additional wine and we all started back, with a heady mixture of sex, alcohol and excitement filling the atmosphere.

When we reached my suite, we moved the furniture to clear as much space as possible in the middle of the room. I then explained the rules to our young men who looked nervous and excited at the same time.

The men were instructed to strip naked and lie on the floor in circle with feet facing each other like wagon wheel spokes. They did as they were instructed and they did not need much encouragement as there were trousers, shirts and shorts flying in all directions, and in just a few moments there were fourteen naked men lying in a circle, all with raging hard-ons and smiling broadly.

Each of the girls went between two of the lads to straddle over them knowing that they were once again in full view of their ogling smiling faces, and removed from their handbags the short pants they had been wearing earlier. Each then bent over and slowly removed the thong they were now wearing; resulting in strained groans and moans from al round the room. Some of the lads could not resist and slipped their hands up to try and touch al of those damp glistening pussies, however that was not allowed, at least not yet. I adopted my sergeant major voice again and instructed them to keep their hands by their sides or they would be disqualified and have to leave the circle and watch from the side. To my excitement and surprise, they all complied immediately. I now had complete control over 14 naked gorgeous Swedish men in my hotel suite all begging to do my every wish.

Each of the girls now tied their sweaty pants over the faces of the Swedish players as a blindfold but also that they could enjoy the musky aroma. Several of the players now squirmed with pleasure and were finding it difficult to control themselves.

I now explained the rules of the next part. Each of the girls would straddle one of the lads at random, and lower our pussies down over their face. We allowed the guys 60 seconds to smell our pussies and try to match the correct pussy to the knickers over their face. There was to be no licking or sly feeling at this stage at risk of disqualification.

If the guy guessed incorrectly, the girl would lower herself directly onto the guy’s mouth and he must eat her pussy for 3 minutes, before rising and repeating the exercise. If the guy guessed correctly, she would lower herself onto his exposed trembling member and fuck him silly for 3 minutes. If he came during the 3 mins, he was disqualified and left the circle.

The object of the game for the guys was to last as long as possible, guess correctly as many pussies as possible, and fuck as many girls as possible. For the girls, the object was to have your pussy eaten as often as possible by hot horny sex slaves and also to get fucked silly as a consolation prize.

The game began with a lot of intense sniffing, guessing, shouting and laughing as each of the first 7 guys tried to work out which sodden pussy within an inch of their trembling mouth was which and to attempt to fuck it by getting it right or happily chomp on it if it was guessed wrong.

There was a lot of slurping going on and those guys who were greedily sucking pussy were making so much noise the other 7 who had to wait were screaming for time up and next round. I managed to fool my first young stud and he seemed almost relieved to get his mouth onto my horny pussy where he sucked, chewed and chomped greedily for the full 3 minutes. I had not had been so greedily eaten for as long as I could remember and my knees felt weak with the pure ecstatic pleasure of it. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sight of this young stud with his face buried deep in my pussy, chewing and slurping for all he was worth. Only the captain had guessed correctly and the youngest girl Janine was crying out with joy as she straddled his throbbing member and pumped him for all she was worth, but he was up to the task, and lasted without coming, much to my satisfaction, as I wanted a piece of that action. One of the guys who had also guessed correctly, got to fuck Laura, and she worked his cock so hard the poor guy came loudly within the 3 minutes and was therefore disqualified. As I called time out and lifted myself off my young stud, he groaned along with the others, while the next 7 squirmed in eager anticipation of a bit of pussy or a good fuck.

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It had been a great evening loads of support from the crowd as I performed my act. Once finished I got to my dressing room and was feeling really excited about the rest of the night. I was going to meet up with Holly at her club to meet Andre and Mac. I was bothered about it at first, but I would only go for it if I felt comfortable.

I had chosen a black Basque to wear and black heels. I placed them all in my hold all and continued to get myself ready, I slipped on a silky halter neck dress I pinned my hair up put my lipstick on, sprayed some scent threw those into the bag and I was ready to go.

I arrived at the club, Holly and me have pretty much free access in each of our clubs, everyone in each knows us well so there was never any trouble getting in. I went into the stage area, and saw Holly and the guys sitting at a table over the other side of the arena.

I got a drink, and walked over. “Hay lady” I said.

Holly got out of her chair and kissed me.

“Honey you made it come and sit.” she replied.

She introduced me to Andre and Mac, my first thoughts? well Hot! Andre was the better of the two and Holly was right they were well built, but I always have trust in her, as she has with me.

We began chatting and having a laugh, and things were going good, I was enjoying the men’s company and their flirty ways, Andre was hitting my lust buttons, I crossed my leg in his direction and as he looked at me and I gave him a look of want.

Holly was looking hot, wearing a black boob tube and black very short leather mini skirt with over the knee boots. She began to get my body tingling and my immediate thought was forget those two, I want you lady! I could not but keep looking over at Andre and he was turning me on big time.

I began thinking about him and Holly Hmm now a plan was building in my head, I lustfully began to think about those two together, and then me joining in, oh my this lot were driving me crazy!

We carried on talking for a good while, before long I wanted to get things going, I gave Holly a signal that it was time to move away from the table, she suggested we all head for her dressing room, so off we went. When we arrived there Andre and Mac sat down, and we went to the Bathroom.

“You ok with them Jessie?” Holly asked

“Oh yes indeed honey, and Andre? shit he is hot. So What are you going to get up to?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry about me Jessie I am going for well lets just say a meeting.” Holly replied.

While I looked in the mirror Holly came up behind me and began to rub my tits. I turned my head and She gave me a deep kiss, our tongue’s began to dance. I just could not help myself so turned around and took her tits in my hands and massaged them as I teased her tongue back into my mouth.

Holly responded and slowly lifted my dress up over my hips then my tits, she went down and kissed them. Her skirt was so short and I began to rub her pussy, finding her clit I teased her with my hand. She went harder on my nipples as I then took her with my fingers, she loved it.

“Jessie oh fuck are you warming up? oh fuck!” Holly murmured as she took my tits.

“I just want you so bad Holly honey” I replied.

“Fuck you must stop! oh shit! they will be waiting!” replied Holly. She then turned around and rested her butt against the sink.

“They can wait a couple of minutes.” I answered.

I could not ignore her I went down and began to lick her, she was wet and wanted it. She lifted her right leg over my shoulder the heel digging into my back as I went incirli escort into her harder she was so wet and tasted so good. “Fuck yes take me oh fuck yes mmmm so good honey” She whispered.

Holly kept quiet So not to cause a distraction to the guys, it was my night with them and Holly would not want to get in the way, besides she had plans of her own. I carried on down on her until she came, it had to be quick, we had other things to do. We finished our interruption Holly then adjusted herself, gave me a long kiss and left.

“OK” I said to myself “let’s get this show on the road.” I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at them both, “Ok guy’s get yourselves ready, I will be out in a few minutes.” I turned around and went back in the bathroom. I un tied my dress and slid it off, I stood naked in front of the mirror and took my tits on my hands I began to rub them. Then worked them down to my pussy.

I stepped backwards and leant against the wall. The feeling of my hand stroking my pussy was so good, I offered my tit to my mouth and licked my nipple as I began to take myself with my finger.

I began to imagine Andre was fucking me I took myself harder, trying so hard not to scream out “oh fuck me Andre” I whispered as my body slid down the wall. Now sitting on the floor I had to finish myself off, and that I did.

Suddenly I realised where I was, I got up quickly and composed myself I changed into my Basque and put on my heel’s, adjusted my boob’s lipstick on and scent, I was ready. I was feeling so horny after that, and also after my quickie with Holly I needed to get off big time with those two.

I walked out to find them both sitting in chairs fully naked, and I could see Holly was not joking when she mentioned their build they were big.

“So how would you like to do this?” I asked.

“Hay come over here Jessie,” Andre replied.

I strolled over to him, leant over him with my hands on the back of the chair and kissed him, fuck he kissed good, I gave him my tongue and he accepted. I felt his hands go up and down my sides and onto my ass and he began to stroke it.

His hands were so strong. He moved his hands back up my sides and onto my tits, I offered them to his mouth and he rubbed and kissed them, then dropped my Basque off them. My nipples in his mouth as he pushed my tits together I wanted him.

I wanted to taste him badly so I worked my way down, kissing his chest down to his belly and

I was at his cock, very impressive. I knelt down and without delay I took him hard in my mouth.

“Andre you taste good” I said as I came off him.

My hands on his legs I began to quicken, his cock felt so good I wanted to fuck him till he came in my mouth, but I resisted as I wanted him in me. I carried on taking every inch of him, fuck he was so hard as my lips sucked on his tip. He grabbed hold of my head and forced me down onto him I wanted to suck every bit of cum out of him, I came off him and kissed all round his balls.

All of a sudden I felt Mac standing beside me offering me his cock, I came off Andre and took Mac. I wanked Andre as I sucked on Mac, Andre felt like steel, I really needed him in me, Mac felt just as good and I got to say I was loving this already, I faced Andre again and wrapped my tits around his cock and continued on Mac.

Andre then stood up and I had them both either side of my mouth, I pulled them closer and took them with my lips, then taking one cock after the other. Mac began to pump my mouth, he çengelköy escort was quite rough but I was loving it! I came off him and took Andre again, my lips sliding up and down him.

“Fuck Jess oh fuck yes!” He moaned in delight.

“Come on Andre fuck my tits again” I demanded.

He sat back down, and began to fuck my tits again slowly at first, then speeded up as I pushed them harder against him, with me now kneeling Mac walked behind me and went on his knees, I went up on my heels and he began to rub my pussy from behind fuck it felt good, I dropped my head back and Mac took my tongue onto his. There I was getting tit fucked and finger fucked.

I came off Andre and went on all fours and took Andre back in my mouth I then felt Mac’s cock rubbing against my ass he lowered it down onto my pussy and took me. He began to thrust in and out of me and I went with him, moving backwards and forwards, getting fucked and sucking Andre.

“Oh fuck yes Mac” I said coming off Andre for a second. I went back onto Andre, Mac felt so big doing me from behind his hands on my hips as he pounded me. All of a sudden Macs hands were just under my tits and he lifted me up right bent my leg up and held onto it. and began pumping me upwards I dropped my head back and threw my left arm around the back of his neck he threw his tongue into my mouth and I gave mine back.

Andre came over and stood in front of me and began to kiss my tits his tongue on my nipples.

His mouth drove me crazy and I began to ride Mac’s cock. I suddenly wanted them both in me, fuck I had no idea where that came from!

“Mac do my ass.” I pleaded. He came out of me and managed to insert himself into me. I felt tight with my ass wrapped around his cock.

“Oh fuck Yes Mac oh fuck yes” I screamed out.

“Andre fuck me now I want you” I panted at him.

He wet his hand and rubbed my pussy, it was wet enough “just get it in there” I thought. Andre then with a bit of adjustment took me with his cock he began thrusting into me fuck, I can’t explain the feeling it was just so, so good.

I was gone, all my worries were stupid, I was loving this, Mac fucking me from the back, Andre fucking me from the front oh fuck yes. To get a better penetration I hooked my legs up around Andre’s waist he drew closer to me taking my tits again with his mouth. that was much better, Mac got into me much better and deeper, they both pumped away I could feel every thrust both ways.

“Oh fuck yes harder come on harder!” I yelled, I put my arms back around Mac’s neck, Andre supporting me by the legs, Andre felt so good,

I never imagined I would be getting it like this!

As much as I was enjoying myself, I wanted their cocks in my mouth again, I moved off them, and knelt down in front of them, I took them one at a time going on them deeply. I kept this up for a few minutes, and stopped and took Andre by the hand, and led him to Holly’s bed.

I laid Andre down and gave him a 69, Mac came over and knelt on the bed next to my face. I turned my head took him again in my mouth as Andre licked and fucked me with his mouth. Mac began pumping his cock in my mouth as I wanked at Andre’s cock, I then took Andre again in my mouth, then back to Mac I sat up and moved down on Andre, “Come on do my ass Andre its your turn.”

I lowered myself onto him, and he began to pump away straight away, I leant back on my hands and Mac took me in my pussy I began to cum I did not know what name to scream out as they fucked escort bayan beyoğlu me.

“Awww fuck yes oh yes fuck me oh fuck yes, yes! harder Andre harder! Oh yes, mmm fuck yes” I screamed and came on Mac as he pounded into me.

We changed position, Mac laid down and I went on top, sucking on Andre as I rode Mac up and down,

Andre though began to cum I kept him in my mouth as he released himself in me. My mouth tightened around him so he could not escape.

He pulled out and went to the chair and watched me as I rode Mac. I began to cum again, rubbing my tits I began to undo the front of my Basque, and parted it away from my tits slowly, teasing Andre as he watched. I leant back as Mac pumped into me I began to feel him cumin, I quickened the pace as I wanted to cum with him.

“Pump me Mac Make me cum again ooh that’s the way yes let me feel you cum oh yes oh yes fuck yes keep fucking me fuck you feel so fucking good”

I came onto Mac as he came in me. I collapsed on the bed next to him and Andre came over and laid on the other side of me. I stroked each of them, and felt Andre getting hard again so I went down on him making the most of what he had left.

We laid together for a while, just touching each other and kissing. Before long they were both getting hard again I wanted more, I turned on my side and Andre moulded himself against my back and began to finger me from behind.

Mac positioned himself and I began to take his cock in my mouth. Andre quickened with his fingers, fuck I wanted his cock, I reached round and removed his hand and told him to fuck me.

Andre pushed his cock into me and began to pump me slowly, I took Mac into the back of my mouth and he began to thrust me. I moved my mouth up and down on him teasing him. I rubbed my tits as I had them both again, Andre then took hold of me and rolled onto his back with me on my back on top, he began to fuck me hard and cupped my tits.

“Oh Andre yes fuck me good, oh fuck yes!” I wanted him hard. “Yes that’s the way oh fuck

Oh yes mmm oh fuck yes! awwww harder fuck me harder Andre yes oh fuck yes oh so good”

Mac began to wank himself over my tits I stopped him and sucked him getting him harder my thick lips sucking on his end. He pulled out and continued to do himself over my tits until he shot his load over them, I took him in my mouth.

Meantime Andre was pumping away, I sat myself up and took him reverse cowgirl Mac was in the chair watching as I cupped my tits. I was loving this.

“Oh fuck oh fuck yes oh I wanna cum on you Andre oh fuck yes make me cum again Awww yes oh yes”

“Fuck Jess i’m cumin oh fuck I’m cumin.” Andre panted out as he pumped into me faster.

“yes cum Andre cum fucking cum in me, oh yes fuck I can feel you yes harder fuck me harder yes oh fuck Andre yes oh so fucking good oh fuck yes”

I began to feel him tense as he pumped into me and exploded in my pussy. “Oh fuck yes so fucking good oh fuck.” I came again and slowed my pace.

Still sitting on him, Mac came over and kissed me and took my tits one last time with his mouth. He walked off and went off for a shower, I came off Andre and laid next to him my leg bent up on his.

“So Andre honey did you enjoy that?” I asked.

“Oh fuck yes Jessie, that was good.” he replied.

“So if I said to you I want to see you on your own at some point would you like to arrange something?” I asked, I wanted him badly.

“Sure thing Jessie I will leave my number with you and we will meet up.” He replied.

“Cool and how about you me and Holly?” was My next question to him.

“Fuck yes even better, I must say Jessie I never knew you were like this.” He replied.

“Well Andre I know what I like, and I know what I want.” I replied, and yes I wanted it bad.

So I had my threesome and loved every moment of it. I wonder how Holly got on in her meeting?

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Anna hielt Wort. Es vergingen drei Tage, dann schickte sie mir eine Nachricht. Ich sollte mir ein leichtes Kleid anziehen und um 22 Uhr in ihre Wohnung kommen.

Ich zog mir ein Spagettiträgerkleidchen über und machte mich rechtzeitig auf den Weg.

Anna erwartete mich bereits, was ich schon merkwürdig fand. Normalerweise warte ich auf Anna. Noch bevor ich klingeln konnte, öffnete Anna die Tür.

“Ok Sabine, heute machen wir etwas ganz besonderes, du musst mir nur versprechen, nicht laut zu stöhnen, reiß dich zusammen. Wenn du kommst, dann leise. Ich will auch kein flehen und betteln hören. Du sprichst heute nur, wenn du von mir oder meinem Gast angesprochen wirst.”

“Du hast einen Gast?”

“Ja, hast du ein Problem damit?”

“Nein, ich war nur überrascht, dass du jemanden in deine Wohnung läßt.”

“Erklär ich dir später. Jetzt musst du schnell ein paar Sachen anziehen.”

Ich nicke. Anna legt mir Knebel und Halsband um. Dann fesselt sie meine Arme auf dem Rücken.

“Sorry Kleines, es kann sein, dass dein Kleid heut kaputt geht, ich kauf dir dann etwas neues.”

Sie küsst mich auf die Wange, dann legt sie eine Kette an das Halsband und führt mich in eines ihrer Zimmer. In diesem Zimmer war ich noch nie.

In der Mitte steht ein großer langer Tisch, bestimmt vier Meter lang und 2 Meter breit. Von der Decke hängen Seile.

Am Ende des Tisches sitzt ein Mann. Er trägt eine Karnevalsmaske. Nur ist die Nase ein Überlanger leicht gebogener Penis.

Der Mann trägt einen Anzug. Anna scheint nur Männer zu kennen die gute Anzüge tragen.

“Nicht vergessen, ganz leise”, haucht Anna in mein Ohr. Dann führt sie mich zum Tisch. An der Seite steht ein kleiner Tritt. Elegant steigen wir auf den Tisch. Etwa einen Meter, vor dem Mann bleiben wir stehen.

Plötzlich hat Anna eine Reitgerte in der Hand. Sie streichelt über meinen Körper, bedeutet mir, die Beine ein wenig zu spreizen. Die Situation gefällt mir, sie ist so anonym und lustvoll.

Mit der Gerte hebt sie mein Kleid ein wenig hoch, so das meine Muschi für den Fremden zu sehen ist.

Er beugt sich nur ein wenig vor und gleitet mit der riesigen Penisnase zwischen meine Beine. Ich spüre wie er gezielt zwischen meine Schamlippen drängt. Nur ganz kurz, dann setzt er sich wieder.

Anna wirft einen Blick auf die Spitze und schüttelt den Kopf. Der Fremde macht eine Handbewegung, worauf Anna sich hinkniet und die Penisnase in den Mund nimmt. Immer tiefer und tiefer. Dann lässt sie ab und beginnt von neuem. Sie bläst die Penisnase als wäre es ein echter Schwanz.

Sie widmet ihrer Aufgabe aber nur wenig Zeit, vielleicht ein, zwei Minuten. Dann lässt sie ab. Die Penisnase ist jetzt tropfnass.

Doch nun bin ich wieder an der Reihe. Anna spielt mit der Gete um neine Brüste und meine Nippel. Sie reizt mich äußerst gekonnt. Ich weiß, dass dem Reiz ein süßer Schmerz folgen wird. Meine Atmung wird flacher, meine Erregung wächst.

Dann zwei schnelle kurze Schläge auf meine Brüste. Ich beiße mir auf die Lippen. Anna geht um mich herum und schlägt auf meinen Hintern.

Ich atme bei jedem söğütlüçeşme escort Schlag scharf ein. Etwas grob befreit sie meine Brüste aus meinem Kleid. Ich höre eine Naht reißen. Sie saugt an meinen Nippeln, beißt sanft hinein. Und macht mich immer geiler.

Jetzt spüre ich wieder die Penisnase zwischen meinen Schamlippen. Sie spaltet meine Lippen jetzt schon leichter. Sanft drängt sie in meine Muschi, aber nur ein ganz bisschen. Dann verharrt sie.

Anna legt mir Klammern an die Nippel. Sie zieht an den Klammern, dreht sie. Oh wie ich auf dieses zwirbeln stehe. Gern würde ich stöhnen, aber ich darf nicht. Es kostet mich schon Mühe, still zu bleiben. Also atme ich nur scharf ein und aus.

Die Nase zieht sich wieder zurück. Alles scheint nach einen Drehbuch abzulaufen. So als wäre es nicht der erste Tanz zwischen Anna und dem Fremden.

Anna zerreißt mein Kleid, so dass es in fetzten an mir hängt. Sie nimmt einen großen Dildo und drängt damit zwischen meinen Beine. Ich schließe die Augen, öffne mich für Anne und spüre wie sie anfängt mich mit dem Dildo zu ficken.

Auch das dauert nicht lange. Ich komme mir vor wie auf einer Bühne. Wie bei einem Schauspiel. Als Anna den Dildo auf den Tisch stellt und mich mit einer Handbewegung auffordert, mich auf den Dildo zu setzten. Ich gehe auf die Knie und gleite auf den dicken Dildo.

Anna gibt mir einen klapps auf meine Brüste und ich beginne mich auf und ab zubewegen.

Der Fremde beugt sich nach vorn und auch Anna drückt meinen Oberkörper nach unten, der langen Penisnase entgegen.

Dabei versuche ich meinen Rhythmus zu halten. Auf und ab, auf und ab. Anna löst meinen Knebel und ich öffne meinen Mund ein wenig. Der Fremde schiebt mir die Penisnase in den Mund.

Inzwischen bin ich so verdammt geil. dass es laute Schmatzgeräusche gibt, während ich diesen Dildo ficke. Der Fremde fickt mit dem Nasenpenis meinen Mund. Durch die Maske kann ich erkennen, dass er mich dabei genau beobachtet.

Dann unterbricht Anna diese Spiel. Sie bedeutet mir aufzustehen. Dann löst sie meine Fesseln nur um meine Hände über meinem Kopf an den Seilen zu anzubinden. Dann dreht sie mich um und bedeutet mir, wieder auf die Knie zu gehen. Sie zieht Aufhängung ein wenig von mir weg. So dass ich halb kniend, halb hängend mit dem Rücken zum Fremden sitze.

Plötzlich fahren tausend Nadeln über meinen Rücken. Es ist eine Mischung aus Schreck, süßem Schmerz und Überraschung. Ich kann mich gerade noch zusammenreißen, um nicht aufzustöhnen.

Dann spüre ich wie meine Muschi gespalten wird. Etwas dringt tief in mich ein, verharrt kurz in mir und stößt dann erneut zu. Anna stellt sich vor mich und zwirbelt mit den Klammern meine Nippel. Ich werde gleich wahnsinnig.

Das ist so irre geil. Ich will endlich meiner Lust herausstöhnen. Immer schneller werde ich gefickt. Und dann ist es wieder vorbei.

Anna zieht das Seil ein wenig höher, lächelt, zeigt mir den Dildo und stellt ihn wieder zwischen meine Beine.

Ich verusche mich wieder auf den Dildo zu setzen, aber sultanbeyli escort das Seil ist zu kurz, ich kann gerade so, mit der Spitze meine Lippen teilen. Vielleicht einen knappen cm dringt das Teil in mich.

Das ist so gemein. Anna zieht sich aus, sie steht komplett nackt vor mir, wenige cm, von meinem Gesicht. Sie masturbiert vor meinem Gesicht. Wie gern würde ich sie lecken, aber meine Zunge reicht nicht bis zu ihr. Der Fremde ist aufgestanden. Er steht neben uns. Er hat die Gerte in der Hand.

Anna reibt ihre Muschi, gleitet mit ihren Fingern in sie hinein und schmiert ihren Saft über ihre Muschi und ihren Venushügel.

Klatsch. Klatsch. Klatsch. Der Fremde lässt die Gerte dreimal auf Annas hinter sausen. Sie zuckt jedesmal zusammen, bleibt aber still.

Als Anstwort schiebt Anna drei Finger in ihre Muschi und fingert sich schneller.

Klatsch, Klatsch, Klatsch, Klatsch. Klatsch.

Au. Fünf Schläge gehen auf meinem Arsch nieder. Ich verstehe das als Aufforderung und versuche so gut es geht, den Dildo zu ficken. Es ist, als wäre die Süßigkeit greifbar, und doch bekäme ich nur Krümel der Schuokolade. Was meine Gier und Geilheit noch weiter anreizt.

Ich habe das Gefühl, dass diese Folter schon ewig geht. Immer wieder gehen Schläge auf uns nieder, aber immer nur einzelne. Der Fremde scheint also zufriden zu sein.

Verzweifelt versuche ich dem Dildo näher zu kommen. Ich will ihn jetzt richtig spüren. Ich kann auch sehen, dass Anna es kaum noch aushält. Ihr Hand ist ganz nass und ihr Saft tropft langsam auf den Tisch.

Mit einem Mal wird meine Fessel gelöst. Völlig unerwartet sinke ich ab. Der Dildo dringt schnell, leicht und Tief in mich ein. Ich kann nicht verhindern, dass mich ein Laut der Überraschung und Erleichterung über die Lippen kommt.

Ich beisse mir auf die Lippe und ficke einfach meinen Dildo. Ich halte es kaum noch aus. Als Anna plötzlich vor mir steht, ein Bein etwas gehoben und mir ihre Muschi ins Gesicht drückt. Gerade noch so, kann ich erkennen, dass sie sich an den Seilen festhält.

Gierig lutsche ich an ihrer Klitoris und lecke ihren geilen Saft aus ihrer Muschi. Als Anna kommt, krallt sie sich in meine Haare. Sie drückt mir ihre Muschi noch fester ins Gesicht. Dann sinkt sie vor mir auf den Tisch. Sie hat keinen Laut von sich gegeben.

Ich brauche nur noch wenige Sekunden, dann explodiere auch ich. Endlich. Ich gleite einfach erschöpft neben Anna. Ich gebe ihr einen Kuss.

Dann bemerke ich, dass der Fremde fort ist. Ich habe nicht bemerkt, wie er uns verlassen hat.

Ich setze mich auf und schaue Anna fragend an.

Sie lächelt. “Das hast du gut gemacht. Du darfst jetzt wieder sprechen.”

“Das war wohl die schwerste Aufgabe die du mir bisher gestellt hast. Schweigen. Super hart.”

“Du bist auch eine der wenigen, die es bisher durchgehalten haben.”

Ich ziehe die Augenbrauen hoch. Dabei nehme ich die Klammern von meinen Nippeln, die inzwischen arg empfindlcih sind.

“Du machst das also häufiger?”

Anna zuckt nur mit taşdelen escort den Schultern. “Sagen wir, er hat genaue Vorstellungen und ich kann mich damit arrangieren.”

“Aha. Das wirkt alles sehr professionel, was du hier so treibst.”

“Lass uns darüber ein anderes Mal reden. Ich habe mit dir soviel Spaß, den will ich nicht verdeben.”

Anna lächelt mich auf eine Art an, die ich nur schwer deuten kann. Aber auch ich habe viel Spaß und das will ich nicht ruinieren. Also beschließe ich das zu ignorieren.

“Weißt du Anna, auch wenn ich gerade gekommen bin. wäre mir ein echter Schwanz jetzt lieber. Einen den ich schön hart blasen kann, der mich einfach vögelt, ohne schnickschnack. Ich muss auch nicht kommen. Ich will nur den Schwanz spüren und genießen. Du hast doch da bestimmt eine Lösung.”

“Du bist mir ja eine. Aber ich hab dir versrpochen, dass du immer auf deinen Kosten kommst. Willst du wissen, wer dich vögelt?”

“Nein, eigentlich nicht.”

“Dann verbinde ich dir die Augen, komm, wir gehen in mein Schlafzimmer.”

Wir gehen rüber in Annas Schlafzimmer.

“Welche Stellung?”

Ich überlege kurz. “Klassisch, Missionar.”

“Ok, komm.” Anna klopft auf ihr Bett und ich lege mich hin. Dann verbindet Anna meine Augen.

Ich lege mich aufs Bett, winkle meinen Beine an und spreize sie weit.

“Ach Sabine, stört es dich wenn ich zusehe?”

“Nein, Anna. Ich seh ja nichts” sage ich grinsend.

Das ist schon wieder so eine verrückte Situation. Jetzt liege ich hier in Annas Bett und warte darauf gevögelt zu werden. Ich freue mich aber auf diesen Schwanz. Und ich spüre meine Geilheit, die durch einen Ritt auf einem Dildo nicht befriedigt wurde.

Dann höre ich Stimmen im Flur.

“Ausziehen, bitte” höre ich Anna sagen.

Dann geht die Tür auf.

Ich spüre wie jemand auf das Bett steigt und schon spüre ich einen Schwanz an meinem Mund. Ich öffne ihn und beginne gierig zu saugen. Der Schwanz ist schon ein wenig hart als er in meinen Mund eindringt. Es dauert also nicht lange bis er hart ist.

Er zeiht sich dann schnell aus mir zurück und ich spüre das Gewicht eines schweren Körpers auf mir, als er in mich eindringt.

Überrascht bewerke ich, dass sich mir ein zweiter Schwanz nähert und in meinen Mund drängt.

Eine schöne Überraschung. Gierig öffne ich meinen Mund und beginne den Schwanz zu blasen. Es ist ein saugeiles Gefühl gevögelt zu werden und dabei einen Schwanz zu lutschen.

Beide stehen unter gewaltigem Druck. Ich werde immer wilder gevögelt, er versucht immer tiefer in mich zu dringen. Ich stöhne auf. Das ist so geil. Der Schwanz in meinem Mund beginnt schon zu zucken und ich schmecke erste Tropfen dessen was gleich kommt.

Ich genieße jeden Stoß. Ich genieße den normalen Sex, ohne Dominanz. Ich geniße es einfach nur gevögelt zu werden. Im Moment ist mir der Orgasmus auch egel. Es ist nur schön.

Ungeniert spritzen beide in meinen Mund und meine Muschi. Ich schlucke was ich kann, aber alles klappt nicht, mit den Fingern fange ich auf, was geht und verschmiere es auf meinem Körper.

Dann sind beide weg. Als die Tür zugeht, nehme ich die Augenbinde ab.

Als Anna wieder zur Tür herinkommt, grinse ich sie an.

“Danke für die kleine Überraschung.”

“Ich dachte mir, dass es dir gefällt. Bleibst du über Nacht bei mir?”

“Hm, hab ich denn einen Wahl? Du hast mein Kleid zerrissen.” Ich grinse Anna an.

“Stimmt. Ich such dir morgen früh was raus.”

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It was just after two when I heard her car pull in to the driveway. She was out on a girls night, with Fiona; one of her friends. I heard the door open; she came in to the house, quietly walked to the bedroom and looked in.

“I’m awake.” I said.

“How come you’re still up? Couldn’t sleep?” she asked as she walked over to the bed and sat down to take her shoes off.

“How are you? Where have you been?” I asked.

“We went to a bar and had a bit to eat and drink, then just went back to her place.”

“Did you run into your friend?” I asked a little jealously.

Her friend was this guy she got to know a few months ago and ended up fucking on a couple of occasions. I never did know his name.

By now she had finished undressing threw her clothes on the floor and pulled on her nightly.

“Yes he was there.” She said with a girlish smile.

“Did he go back to Fiona’s?”

“Yes, we had some drinks, a couple of joints, and…” She went silent.

“And? What happened.”

“I’m so stoned; and, well he FUCKED Fiona.”

“With you there?”

“Ahha.”

” Did you see?”

“Ahha.” She replied still a bit out of it.

“What happened?”

This was her story.

“He met us at the bar and we just talked and had a few drinks. Then Fiona suggested we go back to her place for a nightcap. When we got back to her place, we all had a few more drinks, then a couple of joints. We were all pretty mellow by now.

I sat with him on the sofa and Fiona sat across from us on other sofa. Well we started fooling around. He was kissing me and playing with my tits while Fiona sat there and watched us. At one point he looked up at Fiona, than back at me again. I smiled at him, and squeezed the bulge in his pants; he took this to mean to go to her.

It was like it was all in a dream. I sat there and watched him go to Fiona, sit down next to her and put his arm around her. He winked at me and I smiled back. He lent over and kissed her; she kissed back. I just sat there and watched them make out; I kayışdağı escort wanted to see how far they would go. I was a bit jealous, but getting very turned on. He pushed his hand under her shirt and started rubbing her tits. She was rubbing his crotch. While he was unbuttoning her shirt he looked at me and told me to come over.

I sat on the floor next to him and watched. He undid her shirt then bra; he licked her tits. She undid his belt and pulled his pants and jocks to his ankles. His cock was already fairly stiff. I watched as Fiona reached over and slowly started pulling his cock. She was moaning as he sucked her nipples. He reached down and started running his fingers through my hair, as I helped him get his pants and jocks of. As he played with my hair he pulled me closer; I sat between his legs and watched her pulling his now long and very stiff cock. I was in a trance. Fiona looked at me and smiled, she was holding his cock in her hand. I felt him guide my head towards his lap; she pushed his cock into my mouth and I took it in. I sucked his cock while they were kissing.”

She stopped for a moment and looked at me, realizing that I had slowly started pumping my cock. I reached over and moved my other hand between her legs. She made no complaints just opened her legs. I wondered if she opened her legs for him as well.

“Did you enjoy sucking his long cock?” I asked, emphasizing the long cock part.

“Ahha. You know how I love big cocks.” She answered back in a sultry tone.

“Tell me the rest.” I asked her.

“While I was busy, I didn’t realize that Fiona had taken her panty of and he was fingering her. When I saw this I stopped playing with his cock; I had never seen a pussy this close before; she looked so sexy. Fiona was running her fingers through my hair and moaning loudly. I then pulled his cock while he fingered Fiona; she moved her legs wider and laid back on the sofa. He knelt between Fiona’s legs; I was behind him, still pumping his cock. He moved kaynarca escort forward as Fiona pulled her knees up fully opening her pussy to him. It was then that I suddenly realized how far this had gone; he was going to fuck her. I stopped pulling his cock and guided it to her waiting cunt. She pulled her pussy open. I held his cock as he pushed the head into her cunt. I sat back as he slowly pushed his whole length into her.”

I moaned.

“You like me talking about his big dick, don’t you?” She asked.

I didn’t reply; I just kept pulling my cock and gently rubbing her clit.

She reached over and grabbed my cock, she held it, then pulled it a couple of times, before telling me: “His cock is much thicker than yours and more than twice as long; it’s superb.”

“Did he fuck you as well?” I asked.

“Why don’t you feel me and see.”

I pushed two, then three fingers in; they went in easily. Her pussy felt real loose.

“What do you think?” She asked.

I pulled the covers of her and moved down slowly; she lifted her leg and put it down on the other side of my head. I was looking straight up at her sex.

“Wow, you’re pussy’s stretched.”

She put her hands on her knees and pulled them wide apart.

I moved a bit closer and saw her gaping hole, matted pubic hair, dried cum all over; some cum was still pooled inside her.

” I told you his cock was thick. Do you like it stretched?” She asked.

“What happened next? Tell me more.” I asked in a very excited state.

“Well, while he fucked her I just sat and watched them; this got me so excited. I pulled my jeans and panties of and started rubbing myself.”

She reached down and once again very softly rubbed her clit.

“Why don’t you lick my pussy?” she asked

I made no move; I was in a daze, pulling my cock and staring at her sex.

“Go on, lick it. You know you’d like to. It would make me very happy.”

“Go on, do it. Lick it.” She didn’t ask; she told.

I kızıltoprak escort moved closer to her hole; rested my head on the side of her thigh; hesitantly stuck my tongue out and licked her hole.

“Oohh.” She moaned. “That’s a good boy. Just keep licking and I’ll tell you more. You are so good with your tongue. Do you want to hear the rest?” She asked.

“Oh yes.” I mumbled; my mouth filling with her (and his) juices.

“Fiona watched me fingering myself; pulled away from him, came over to me and kissed me. It was one of the most electric things I have ever felt. She took my hand, took his hand and led us to her bedroom. We all climbed onto her bed. He lay on his back: his massive hard-on pointing to the ceiling; we each lay on either side of him and milked his cock in turn; we sucked it while watching each other.

I so needed him inside me. I moved my leg over him and squatted over his cock; it was almost touching my entrance. Fiona reached over and took his cock. With her other hand she cupped my pussy (this was the first time another girl touched me), she spread my lips, pushed the head to my opening, and I slowly sat down. He was wonderful, so thick and long; I could feel his cock in my belly; fucking me, fucking my cunt.”

“You like it when I fuck someone else, don’t you?

“And licking the cum from my hole. Does it taste nice, are you excited?”

She reached down by the side of the bed and found her discarded panty. She sniffed it.

“This smells good.” She said as she pushed it down to my face.

“When you cum, cum in this, and maybe you can lick it later.” She was still high and very randy. I loved it when she got like this; she lost all inhibition and became very slutty.

“When you were on top, is that when he came in you?’ I asked.

“No, he fucked me from behind, but before then, Fiona needed him as well, she got on all fours with her cunt pointing at him. I climbed of and he took her from behind. She was moaning so loudly, then, with a huge shudder she came. He was about to shoot his load

In to her when she told him not to cum in her. So I got next to Fiona, and told him to cum inside me.

“You told him to cum in your pussy?” I asked, about to blow.

“Ahhha. Honey, I needed him; I needed his cock to fill me: and he did.”

With that, I could not hold on any longer; blew into her panties, and we both fell asleep.

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I had been trying to get home to LA, for a visit. But, circumstances continued to conspire against me, and I had to put my trip off repeatedly. To my delight, one of my oldest friends was going to be coming to my new city! She is an actor in LA and she was coming to Vancouver, because her new boy-toy was from here and wanted to show her around his hometown. They were staying at one of the better hotels down town and we met for drinks after they checked in. After Cassinia and I greeted each other with enthusiastic hugs and kisses, “Cassie! I’m so glad to see you, I’ve missed you so much!” I said happily.

“Ronnie!!” she yelled. “Oh my GOD, you look HOT!” We just stood there and grinned at each other.

We are almost complete opposites in appearance and demeanor. But we think very much alike, and have had some intense life changing experiences that bond us very closely. At 5′ 4″, Cassie has always envied my height of 5″9″. But, I have always admired her luxurious, butt-length raven ringlets. She is of Black Irish decent with large dark eyes and beautiful skin having a slight olive cast. People tend to forget her actual height as they are bowled over by her gorgeousness and enthusiasm. She was looking hot herself in black leather jeans, high heels and a silver halter top that clung in a sexy, almost liquid way, to her firm 34C breasts.

I must admit though, that I was looking pretty good. I had dressed to go dancing and was wearing tight, candy apple-red shiny vinyl pants, and a black top that had only three skinny leather straps across the back. The top showed off my 36DD breasts and the pants exaggerated the length of my legs and toned butt. In contrast to Cassinia, I have hair that changes color with my mood, currently being flaming red and big, bright green eyes. My skin is very pale and I often wear black to emphasize the contrast

Cassinia and I met at a boarding school, and throughout the years, I had heard many versions of Cassie’s feelings about her sexuality. At this point, she is “mostly” hetero. I have always been very heterosexual. Several years ago, we had an intense conversation about the fact that, if I ever wanted to experiment, she wanted to be first in line. I was flattered, and told her that although, I was pretty sure I never would if ever the issue came up, I’d let her know. Now, in my late twenties, I was feeling that I had spent all my youth working hard and not playing enough. And this particular night, I was feeling reckless.

After a second, she glanced behind her and gestured, “This is my boyfriend, Jeff and his friends Christophe and Matt” I looked to the three guys behind her to see three Hollywood pretty boys. All tanned skin and chiseled physiques with faces that were beautiful and totally masculine. Turned out in the latest LA styles, they were a remarkable sight. Inwardly, I groaned, thinking, “There goes any hope of intelligent conversation…I hate çatalca escort actors….” My thoughts must have telegraphed across my face because Cassie grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear “Oh they’re not that bad, and one of them can even spell his own name!” We giggled and started toward the bar arms wrapped around each other, leaving the boys to follow.

“Oh well,” I thought, “if I’m going to be bored, I might as well drink.” As we reached the bar, I caught the eye of the handsome bartender and asked for “A double black Russian, please.” He merely arched a brow and began to pour my drink. Cassinia was drinking martinis with her harem and we chitchatted about the differences between Vancouver and LA.

Before long, we all had nice buzzes going and I suggested we move to the club. Everyone agreed, and we hailed a cab to one of the downtown dance clubs. Cassinia and I love to dance and we usually end up with an audience. The boys were good dancers and we had a great time dancing and drinking the night away. As the night grew later, the sexual tension was snapping amongst us. We stumbled back to the hotel and sprawled all over Cassie’s room. To continue the festive mood, someone opened the bottle of Champagne the management had sent in homage to Cassinia’s minor celebrity status.

Between the booze and the sexual electricity, we had all gotten pretty friendly and were draped over one another carelessly. Cassinia and I were entwined on the love seat with her boy friend Jeff next to us, on the floor. Christophe was hogging the bed and Matt was trying to find glasses for the Champagne. Cassie said “Hurry up! I’m thirsty!” and then just grabbed the bottle from his hand and began to drink. She drank too much, too quickly and the Champagne began to spill everywhere as she laughed. “Cassie!” I began disapprovingly, but then we caught each other’s eyes. Holding my stare, she dared “Well, then help me clean it up.” I felt a corner of my mouth lift in response to her challenge, leaned forward, and began to lick the Champagne from her cleavage.

I slurped, licked, and sucked the cold moisture from her skin. I was balanced precariously while I was doing this, so when she grabbed my face in her small hands, swiftly pulled me to her mouth, I fell across her, and got myself soaked in the puddle of Champagne. But, I was lost in the hottest kiss I’d ever experienced. Our mouths ground against each other as our tongues danced and teased. Slowly, I became aware of movement at my back, and realized that while Cass and I had been kissing, Jeff had taken her leather jeans off and was between her thighs beginning to lick her pussy. I had to pay attention though, as she kissed and bit a trail down my neck while she unclasped the straps of my top. I reached to her neck and untied hers, as well, then we both peeled off the cold, sticky Champagne soaked garments silivri escort and threw them on the floor.

Her hands began to caress and squeeze my tits and I buried my face in her hair to nuzzle her neck. One of her hands ran down my naked back to squeeze my ass, she held me to her while she struggled one handed with my zipper. Suddenly, I felt another pair of warm hands on my skin helping her with my pants. I looked up through the tangle of her hair, and it was Christophe. He grinned at me, slightly shy, saying softly ” I hope you don’t mind…” in his faintly accented voice. I just smiled my assent and went back to kissing Cassinia and exploring her skin with my tongue. I was trying to help them get my pants off, when I lost my balance and fell off the couch into Christophe and Jeff. When we sorted out the tangle of limbs on the floor, I ended up on my back with Christophe between my legs enthusiastically licking my shaved pussy. Cassinia slid down from the couch to join us, but Jeff turned her around and began slowly fucking her from behind as she bent over the seat of the couch.

Abruptly, my vision was blocked by a hairy thigh as Matt brought his nice long dick toward my mouth. Eagerly, I began to suck and lick the length of him. Meanwhile, Christophe had three fingers slowly working in and out of my dripping pussy and he seemed to have three tongues as well, because it was everywhere at once- in my pussy, swirling around my clit and occasionally, tickling the soft whiteness of my inner thigh. About the same time I began to have that fluttery pre-cum sensation, I heard Cassinia go off like a fire alarm and Jeff joined her complimenting her screams with soft gutturals. It sounded so hot, that I came on Christophe’s tongue like a geyser. Next, Matt let out a strangled “Oa-oh, Veronica… I’m cumming….” And a load of creamy cum slid down my throat as I continued to suck every drop he had from him.

Everyone collapsed onto each other for a minute. But it wasn’t long before fingers and tongues started to find sensitive spots to touch and taste. Cassinia and I drew together again, like magnets. Kissing passionately, I loved the feel of her warm, soft skin under my hands. Her body was responding to my touch so much differently than a man’s would. She melted into my hands as I melted into hers. Her stiff nipples brushing mine, and causing electric tingles, as we explored each other. I slid my hand down her flat stomach to her pussy and felt the wet mess of her cum mingled with Jeff’s. I slithered my middle finger gently into her pussy and began to work my hand against her clit. She groaned into my mouth as I inserted two more fingers. Cassinia put her hand on my wrist to make me stop what I was doing, and I looked at her in surprise. She didn’t say anything; she just turned herself around underneath me so we were in a sixty-nine. Although, bizimkent escort I was hot for her, I wasn’t sure I was ready for this….

Gingerly, I started to lick the insides of her thighs and the outer lips of her neatly trimmed pussy. But, the way that she expertly licked and sucked my clit while twisting my nipples just hard enough, had me nearly over the edge in about five seconds. And I couldn’t help but dive into her cunt. I stuck my tongue into her sweetness as far as I could. I was beginning to understand why men loved to eat pussy so much. I ravenously tongued her cunt and sucked on her clit. I was absorbed in my newfound pleasure when I felt a blunt, prodding at my pussy lips. I assumed it was Christophe, as the other two were now, sitting on the couch slowly stocking their cocks to the sight of Cass and I tongue fucking each other on the floor. I had not even seen Christophe’s dick, so I had no idea what to expect….

It’s a good thing I’d already cum twice because without all that extra lubrication, I don’t think he ever would have fit inside me! Slowly, slowly he inched his huge rod into my aching cunt. Filling me so full of cock meat, I thought he might tear something. But, having such a gigantic fuck stick inside me was a turn on all it’s own. Cassie’s tongue was still flicking at my clit and I exploded in a wracking orgasm. I frantically worked Cassie’s cunt to bring her along with me, she came gushing her sweet juices all over my face just seconds after I finished.

Christophe stopped his thrusting for a few seconds allowing me to recover. Then he hauled my limp body around so that I could ride him on the floor. From where we were, I could see Cass lazily jerking off Matt and Jeff while they watched us. Matt got up, saying, “I want to try something…” as he knelt down between Christophe’s legs. Matt put his hand on my back to push me down over Christophe’s chest. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He said, as he concentrated on trying to ram his cock into my tight little star. I said, ” Uh, I don’t know…” but was more turned on by the idea than I was willing to admit. I tried to relax as he slowly forced his thick 9 incher into my sensitive hole. “Oh my God” I breathed, barely able to believe I’d gotten both their cocks in my fuck holes. They started to move in a slow rhythm that felt divine. I was in heaven; it couldn’t possibly get any better.

But, it did. Cassinia decided she wasn’t going to be left out of our little party, so she straddled Christophe’s face. This way she was facing me and we could kiss and lick and suck each other’s tongues and tits. And before long, Christophe started moaning soft and low, he grabbed my hips and began to slam my cunt with bruising strokes of his monster cock. Suddenly, he held me still while he bucked into me and came, muffled by Cass grinding her pussy into his face as she started to cum. Matt was still behind me with his dick in my ass and picked up, where Christophe let off. Ramming his meat into my tight ass, the three of us came almost at the same time. I was so turned on by the whole situation; I just kept cumming and cumming. I’m sure they must have heard us in the lobby, 30 floors below.

The best part is, they’re here for another 5 days…

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Diese Geschichte berichtet von meinem Verhältnis zu meiner persönlichen Sexsklavin Anna, die ich kennengelernt, unterworfen und nach meiner freien Willkür erniedrigt und benutzt habe.

Diese Geschichte ist nicht immer nett. Sie ist nicht romantisch, zärtlich oder einfühlsam. Und sie ist ganz sicher nicht immer appetitlich. Doch sie erzählt eine der intensivsten, lustvollsten und hemmungslosesten Erfahrungen meines Lebens.

Es war ein kühler Novemberabend, nach einem langen Tag voll harter Arbeit und zu vielen Überstunden. Der Himmel hatte sich bereits in dunkles Rot gehüllt, als ich mein Büro verließ, und ich war froh, mich wenigstens vor der völligen Dunkelheit auf den Heimweg machen zu können. Zu Hause angekommen, warf ich meinen Schlüsselbund auf den Tisch und begann gerade damit, diese verfluchte Krawatte loszuwerden, als mein Blick auf das Blinken des Anrufbeantworters fiel. Ich drückte die Abhörtaste und zog meine Schuhe aus, während ich der etwas verlegen klingenden Frauenstimme auf dem Band zuhörte:

“Seid gegrüßt, Meister… hier ist Eure ergebene Sklavin Anna… ähm… ich wollte fragen, ob wir uns nicht vielleicht mal wieder treffen wollen? Ich meine… nur wenn Ihr Lust habt… Bitte meldet Euch bei mir, wenn es Euch gefällt… Es wäre mir eine sehr große Ehre…”

Anna also. Sie hatte sich an mich erinnert. Schon nach so kurzer Zeit.

Fast war ich ein bisschen geschmeichtelt davon, dass ich einen so bleibenden Eindruck bei ihr hinterlassen hatte, doch auf der anderen Seite bedeutete das auch, dass meine Kontrolle über die Erinnerung der Menschen nicht einmal ansatzweise so gut war, wie ich gehofft hatte.

In meinen langen Jahren der Dunklen Meditation hatte ich viele jener Wege kennen gelernt, die sich hinter den Schatten der Realität winden und von deren Existenz die meisten Leute in ihrem Leben niemals auch nur träumen. Die Gefühle und den Geist anderer Menschen zu beherrschen, ist einer dieser Wege, und Anna war ihn mit mir gegangen, im Austausch gegen ein Lustempfinden, das an Sucht und Besessenheit grenzte.

Ich hatte sie im Sommer durch einen Zufall kennen gelernt, in der Innenstadt, und wir waren miteinander ins Gespräch gekommen. Anna arbeitete in einer Anwaltskanzlei, und ich nutzte die Gunst der Stunde, um sie von mir zu faszinieren. Sie hatte einen sehr angenehmen Blick geboten an jenem Sommertag, sinnliche rote Lippen, perfekte Figur mit fast schon zu großen Brüsten, wallende rot getönte Lockenhaare, gepflegte – vermutlich unechte – Fingernägel, subtil geschminkte Augenlider, ein Arsch zum Anbeißen in einem engen Minirock aus elegantem Leder… ich hatte nicht widerstehen können.

Die Zufallsbekanntschaft verwandelte ich in Sympathie, und Sympathie in Begierde, und diese Begierde steigerte ich mit meiner mentalen Kraft in einen Rausch, der stärker ist als der Verstand selbst einer Anwältin… doch ich verweigerte es, ihr jene Sehnsucht nach meinem Körper zu stillen, die ich selbst in ihr entfacht hatte. Und je mehr ich mich ihr verweigerte, umso mehr bat und bettelte sie, und am Ende willigte sie ein, sich mir völlig zu unterwerfen.

Ich erklärte ihr, dass ich nach diesem Pakt die völlige Kontrolle über sie übernehmen würde, dass sie jedem meiner Befehle folgen würde, was immer es auch sei, dass sie ihren Körper damit zu meinem persönlichen Spielzeug machen würde. Unverblümt schilderte ich ihr die Erniedrigungen, die sie von mir als meine Sklavin erdulden würde, die perversen und entwürdigenden Akte der Demütigung, die sie über sich ergehen lassen würde. Sie zögerte lange, doch am Ende triumphierte die Lust, die ich in ihr hatte wachsen lassen, über alle Scham und alle würdevolle Zurückhaltung.

So kam es, dass sie sich in einem unaussprechlichen Ritual der Selbsterniedrigung zu meiner Sklavin machte, mir selbst die tiefsten und verborgensten Winkel ihres Geistes preisgab.

Ich hatte meine frisch gebackene Sklavin an jenem Abend dazu gebracht, dass sie sich vor mir immer wieder demütigte, sich selbst bestrafte, mein Klo ausleckte, sich auf unvorstellbare Weise erniedrigte und sich heftige Schmerzen zufügte, aber in meiner vollkommenen Macht über sie ließ ich sie kein einziges Mal kommen, obwohl ich ihr geschminktes Schlampengesicht mindestens fünf Mal in jener Nacht mit meinem schleimigen Sperma eingesalbt hatte. Ich hatte sie dann im Morgengrauen nach Hause geschickt und ihr befohlen, meinen Saft auf ihrem Gesicht trocknen zu lassen und die verwunderten Blicke der Passanten mit einem Lächeln zu erwidern.

Am nächsten Tag hatte ich enorme Kopfschmerzen gehabt.

Und sie war wieder vor meiner Tür gestanden.

Ich hatte sie wieder benutzt und ihr wieder jede Befriedigung verwehrt.

Und tags darauf wieder.

Und wieder.

Danach hatte ich so viel mentale Energie in dieser Verbindung aufgebraucht, dass ich mich kaum auf meine Arbeit konzentrieren konnte, jeden Tag Kopfschmerzen hatte wie ein blutiger Anfänger und mir alle Balance aus den Fugen geraten war. Ich hatte dann beschlossen, ihr in einer langen Nacht endlich jene sexuelle şerifali escort Erfüllung zu schenken, deren Vorgeschmack sie überhaupt erst zu meiner Sklavin gemacht hatte: Ich schenkte ihr die leidenschaftlichste und perverseste Nacht ihres bisherigen Lebens.

Dann verwendete ich den Rest meiner meditativen Kraft, um uns beiden die Ruhe zu gewähren, die unsere Körper und Seelen brauchten. Ich nahm ihr die Erinnerung an mich und das Vorgefallene und schickte sie zufrieden nach Hause.

Das war jetzt etwa vier Monate her, und sie hatte sich seither nicht mehr bei mir blicken lassen. Ein oder zwei Mal hatte ich mir den Luxus gegönnt, eine mentale Verbindung zu ihr aufzubauen und kurz durch ihre Augen zu blicken. Einmal war sie bei der Arbeit gewesen, juristische Akten wälzen, ein weiteres Mal schien sie zu schlafen. Ich beließ es bei flüchtigen Blicken. Schlafende Hunde soll man ja nicht wecken.

Aber mir war klar gewesen, dass ich ihren Geist so vollkommen unterworfen hatte, dass sie mich nicht für immer vergessen würde. Und heute war es wieder soweit: Ihre unsichere, unterwürfige Stimme, die so überhaupt nichts von der professionellen Sachlichkeit einer Anwältin hatte, und mich nach einem “Treffen” fragte wie ein fünfzehnjähriges Schulmädchen ihren heimlichen Schwarm.

Ich entschied, dass nun die geeignete Zeit gekommen war, um das Feuer wieder zu entzünden und meine kleine Privathure zu einer neuen Ebene an Unterwerfung und Selbsterniedrigung zu führen.

Ich rief sie an und sagte nur ein Wort: “Komm!”

Zehn Minuten später war sie da und strahlte mich dankbar an wie ein kleines Kind. Ich griff nach ihren roten Locken und zog sie rücksichtslos und schmerzhaft in meine Wohnung. Die Tür ließ ich ins Schloss fallen, dann befahl ich Anna leise und fast sachlich: “Auf die Knie.”

Sie kniete sofort wortlos vor mir nieder und blickte mich unterwürfig, bewundernd und erwartungsvoll an.

Ich verpasste ihr eine schallende Ohrfeige, die sie fast das Gleichgewicht verlieren ließ. Dann – wie zum Ausgleich – verpasste ich ihr nochmal eine noch heftigere auf die andere Seite.

Ihre Wangen liefen rötlich an, und Tränen traten in ihre Augen. Mir fiel auf, dass sie perfekt, sexy und angemessen nuttig geschminkt war. Um ihre Augen herum glitzerte es. Sie hatte wohl schon auf meinen Anruf gewartet, wie es schien.

“Bedanke dich für die Schläge, Schlampe”, befahl ich ihr, und sie tat es: “Vielen Dank für Eure Schläge, Herr. Es ist mir eine große Ehre, von Euch verprügelt werden zu dürfen!”

Ich musste unwillkürlich lächeln. Die Frau wusste, wie man sich unterwarf. Ursprünglich hatte sie mich geduzt, aber das hatte ich schnell abgestellt. Sie war meine verfügbare Sklavin und Privatfotze – da konnte ich ja schlecht zulassen, dass wir auf einer Augenhöhe miteinander redeten. Ich beschloss gnädig, Anna dieses Mal so oft kommen zu lassen, wie sie es ertragen konnte. Ich blickte auf das endgeil heiße Stück Fleisch, das geduldig vor mir kniete, und überlegte mir, was ich gerade am liebsten damit anfangen würde. Ich musste an ihre adrette Erscheinung als Anwältin denken, und daran, wie dieses hübsche adrette Stupsnäschen zusammen mit dem restlichen adretten geschminkten Gesicht später Stunden in meiner verdreckten Kloschüssel zugebracht hatte. Ich lächelte gönnerhaft.

Ohne Vorwarnung stieß ich Anna heftig nach hinten, so dass sie das Gleichgewicht verlor und sich mit einem überraschten Keuchen gerade noch mit den Ellbogen abfangen konnte. Ich griff hart in ihr rotes Lockenhaar und ballte meine Hand zur Faust. Dann zog ich ihren Kopf brutal nach unten, bis sie verstand und sich auf ihren Rücken fallen ließ.

“Zieh deine Hose aus, Fotze.”

Anna lächelte und begann damit, ihren Reißverschluss zu öffnen. Kurz darauf hatte sie ihre Schuhe und ihre Hose abgestreift und von sich geworfen. Ich hatte sie in einer solchen Lage in der Vergangenheit oft dafür bestraft, dass sie nicht auch sofort ihr Höschen mit ausgezogen hatte, und wohl auch deswegen schickte sie sich nun mit flinken Fingern an, genau das zu tun. Dieses Mal jedoch ohrfeigte ich sie heftig dafür und zischte sie an: “Habe ich dir erlaubt, deine Muschi zu entblößen?”

“Nein, Herr…” gab sie zerknirscht und unterwürfig zurück, und ich grinste abfällig. Ich liebte es, unberechenbar zu reagieren. Hätte sie das Höschen anbehalten, hätte ich sie natürlich genauso bestraft, einfach aus Spaß an der Sache.

“Entspann jetzt all deine Muskeln und beweg dich nicht. Keinen Millimeter. Bis ich es dir erlaube. Wenn du dich dennoch bewegst, wirst du schwer bestraft werden.”

Die Drohung war nutzlos und unnötig, weil sie mir ja nicht aus Angst gehorchte, sondern aus purer Lust, und weil ich sie mit meiner mentalen Penetration vollkommen unterwürfig und abhängig gemacht hatte. Außerdem: ohne Leid keine Freud, und ich hatte ja ohnehin nicht vor, sie ohne Schmerzen nach Hause zu schicken.

Anna gehorchte und entspannte ihren Körper, so gut sie konnte. Abgesehen von ihrer Atmung şile escort bewegte sie sich tatsächlich überhaupt nicht mehr. Sie starrte vor sich ins Leere und unterdrückte sogar das Blinzeln, so gut sie konnte. Ihr Körper war wie eine warme lebende Puppe, mein persönliches, verfügbares Spielzeug, das ich nach meiner freien Willkür verwenden und benutzen konnte, wie ich wollte.

Ich griff mir eine Schere und zerschnitt rücksichtslos und grob ihr weißes Spitzenhöschen, das vermutlich nicht gerade billig gewesen war. Ich peitschte ihr die Stoffreste ihres Höschens ein paar Mal ins Gesicht, wodurch sie dann doch reflexartig blinzeln musste, dann warf ich die Reste achtlos beiseite. Später würde ich sie vielleicht noch als Knebel benutzen… obwohl… dafür kamen meine getragenen, nach Schweiß riechenden Socken vermutlich besser in Betracht.

Rücksichtslos zwang ich mit meinen Händen ihre Beine auseinander – was sie absolut passiv und regungslos hinnahm – und bewunderte ihre hübsche, makellos glatt rasierte Muschi. Ich war nicht im geringsten überrascht, als ich sah, wie feucht sie bereits war: Ich konnte ihre Erregung in meinem Geist gespiegelt fühlen. Meine Hose fühlte sich mittlerweile schmerzhaft eng an, also machte ich kurzen Prozess und befreite meinen ungeduldigen Bestrafer aus seinem engen Gefängnis. Ich machte mir gar nicht erst die Mühe, ihr die Bluse oder auch nur die Jacke auszuziehen: Nachdem ich selber meine Hose und meine Schuhe losgeworden war, kniete ich mich zwischen ihre nackten, gespreizten Schenkel und rieb meine Eichel über ihre feuchten Schamlippen. Als ich ihre Klitoris dabei streifte, sog Anna vor Lust scharf die Luft ein, hielt sie dann jedoch lautlos an, um meinem Befehl zu folgen und absolut passiv und lautlos zu sein. Ich legte mich auf sie, grub meine Hände schmerzhaft in ihr rotes Lockenhaar und leckte quer über das Gesicht meiner kleinen Privatsklavin. Wie ich es ihr befohlen hatte, nahm sie es regungslos hin.

Ich belohnte ihre Gehorsamkeit, indem ich meinen Bestrafer hart in sie rammte. Zunächst bewegte ich mich langsam und rhythmisch in ihrer warmen Feuchtigkeit, dann begann ich damit, mich mit harten, stakkatoartigen Stößen auf dem kalten Plattenfußboden in sie zu pflügen. Es war einfach nur animalisch, hart und respektlos, aber ich war schon lange nicht mehr so geil gewesen. Anna lag die ganze Zeit über da wie ein verfügbares Stück totes Fleisch, so wie ich es ihr befohlen hatte, aber sie war selbst bereits so aufgegeilt durch die degradierende Art, wie ich sie als mein persönliches Fickspielzeug missbrauchte, dass ihr immer wieder ein Keuchen und laszives Stöhnen entfuhr und ihr Atem schneller und heftiger wurde. Sie rutschte bei jedem meiner harten Stöße wie eine leblose Puppe ganz langsam und stückweise immer weiter über den Plattenboden, und ich war erstaunt, wie gut sie den Befehl mit der absoluten Muskelentspannung durchhielt – bis ich dann meine mentale Verbindung zu ihr nutzte, um ihre Geilheit direkt zu steigern, mit jedem Stoß ein bisschen mehr, und noch ein bisschen, und noch ein bisschen, und noch ein bisschen…

Ich hatte ihr früher nicht oft erlaubt, durch mich und ihre Dienste an mir einen Orgasmus zu bekommen, obwohl es sie enorm erregte, von mir benutzt zu werden. Immer wenn sie fast kam, hatte ich meine Energie dazu verwendet, ihre Lust zu blockieren. Ich wollte, dass sie mir diente, nicht sich selbst, dass sie es mir besorgte, aber selber nicht kam, dass sie ihrer Erlösung immer nahe war und danach bettelte – nur um meine Macht darin zu spüren, dass ich sie ihr vorenthielt. Nun aber koppelte ich meine eigene Lust mit ihrer, und als ich mich schließlich schreiend und keuchend in sie ergoß, während meine Finger sich schmerzhaft in ihre Haare gruben, kam auch sie zu einem der heftigsten Höhepunkte ihres bisherigen Lebens. Ihr Becken zuckte unkontrolliert, und sie verkrampfte ihre Beine um meinen nackten Hintern, um mich noch tiefer in sich zu ziehen. Ich stieß noch einige Male hart in sie und sackte dann schwer auf ihr zusammen. Die Mühe, mein Gewicht auf ihr etwas zu lindern, machte ich mir gar nicht erst. Ich keuchte obszön und fast grunzend in ihr Ohr und flüsterte dann: “Du hast dich mir widersetzt, Schlampe. Du hast dich bewegt, obwohl ich dir befohlen hatte, entspannt zu bleiben. Was hast du zu deiner Verteidigung zu sagen?”

Sie atmete schwer, sowohl durch die abklingende Erregung als auch wegen meines eigenen drückenden Gewichts auf ihrem Brustkorb. Dennoch verlor sie keine Zeit mit der Antwort: “Ich war überwältigt von Eurer Männlichkeit, Meister. Eure Sklavin ist Euch für diesen Orgasmus unendlich dankbar und nimmt jede Bürde auf sich, die Ihr ihr als Strafe geben wollt…”

Ich lächelte. Das war genau das, was ich hören wollte.

Zärtlich küsste ich ihre Wange, dann flüsterte ich liebevoll in ihr Ohr: “Du kleine Schlampe wirst diesen Orgasmus doppelt und dreifach mit Schmerzen bezahlen, bevor die Nacht vorüber ist…”

“Alles, Herr”, keuchte sie eilig und unterwürfig, “Alles, was Ihr wollt!”

***

Die suadiye escort nächste Stunde verbrachten wir damit, fernzusehen. Ich zappte durch verschiedene Programme, informierte mich über die aktuellen Nachrichten des Tages und genoss dann noch eine ganz witzige Sitcom. Meine Füße hatte ich bequem auf meinem persönlichen Fußschemel liegen: auf Anna.

Die verbrachte die Zeit auf meinen Kommando hin auf Händen und Knien auf dem harten Fußboden vor meinem Sessel und diente mir als Fußablage, bisweilen auch als Fußabtreter, wenn ich gerade Lust darauf verspürte, ihr einen Tritt zu verpassen. Ich hatte ihr nicht erlaubt, ihre Hose wieder anzuziehen. Genauer gesagt: Ich hatte es ihr nicht befohlen, und sie tat nur das, was ich ihr befahl. Mein kleines Fickspielzeug bot einen herrlich perversen Anblick: Sie hatte noch immer ihre schicke Bluse und ihre modische rote Lederjacke an, als wolle sie jeden Moment auf eine Vernissage oder eine Nobelparty gehen, aber ihr Unterleib war komplett entblößt, und an ihren Füßen trug sie nur die Socken. So kniete sie über eine Stunde lang fast völlig regungslos und verkrampft, während mein Sperma langsam aus ihrer Vagina und ihren Oberschenkel herunter lief, um sich in einem feuchten Fleck zwischen ihren Knien zu sammeln. Später würde sie den Boden sauber lecken müssen, und natürlich würde ich sie für die unverschämte Verschmutzung meiner Wohnung bestrafen… aber das hatte Zeit.

“Hol mir mal ein Bier aus dem Kühlschrank”, befahl ich nach einer Weile, und fügte nach einem Geistesblitz hinzu: “Und bring mir meine Digitalkamera. Sie liegt auf der Kommode in der Nähe des Telefons.”

Anna schickte sich an, sich ächzend aufzurichten und ihre verkrampften, schmerzenden Muskeln zu reiben, doch ich verpasste ihr einen recht heftigen Tritt gegen den Oberschenkel, der sie zum Schwanken brachte, und fuhr sie an: “Kennst du deinen Platz nicht, Schlampe? Bleib auf den Knien und krieche gefälligst!”

Sie warf mir ihren unterwürfigsten und ergebensten Blick zu und beeilte sich zu antworten: “Natürlich, Meister. Bitte verzeiht mir, Herr!”

Dann kroch sie auf allen Vieren von dannen wie eine Hündin und kam nach einer Weile mit einer geöffneten Bierflasche und meiner Digitalkamera wieder. Da sie nun die Hände voll hatte, musste sie sich auf ihre Ellbogen statt auf die Hände stützen, wodurch ihr nackter Arsch herrlich pervers in die Höhe ragte und beim Kriechen verlockend wackelte.

Sie reichte mir das Bier und die Kamera und fiel auf dann brav auf alle Viere zurück. Ich nahm wortlos einen Schluck, während sie geduldig auf Händen und Knien auf weitere Befehle wartete und den Blick unterwürfig gesenkt hielt. Langsam trank ich mein Bier und überlegte in aller Ruhe, bei welchen lustigen Tätigkeiten ich die kleine verdorbene Hure aufnehmen wollte. Nachdem ich das Bier geleert hatte, beschloss ich, eine kleine Demonstration hemmungsloser Selbsterniedrigung aufzuzeichnen.

Zunächst befahl ich ihr, die feuchten Stellen auf dem Boden sauber zu lecken und danach mit ihren Haaren zu trocknen – und dabei unentwegt in meine Kamera zu blicken. Ich stellte die Digicam auf Videoaufnahme und filmte das entwürdigende Schauspiel, das meine Privatschlampe für mich vorlegte. Ihre hübschen, geschminkten Äuglein hielten ständigen Blickkontakt mit mir – beziehungsweise der Digicam, die alles für die Nachwelt festhielt, während Anna sich langsam und kriecherisch zum Boden beugte und minutenlang penibel und geradezu genießerisch jeden Zentimeter meines Fußbodens ableckte, der mit unseren Säften oder ihrem Schlampenschweiß in Kontakt gekommen war. Sie brach den Blickkontakt dabei nie und blinzelte nicht ein einziges Mal, auch nicht, als sie sich noch tiefer erniedrigte, in ihr wunderschön gestyltes Lockenhaar griff und es als Wischmopp für meinen Boden benutzte, bis er absolut trocken war. Anschließend bedankte sie sich dafür, die Ehre gehabt haben zu dürfen, mir auf diese Weise zu dienen. Danach filmte ich noch, wie sie wieder in der Fußschemelposition Stellung bezog, sich für einen Tritt von mir mit unterwürfigem Augenaufschlag lächelnd bedankte und danach geduldig wieder meine Fußablage spielte. Ich schaltete die Kamera aus und lächelte. Perfektes Material zur Erinnerung, fürs Internet – oder für Annas Familie, falls ich mal Lust bekam, sie wirklich und wahrhaftig zu blamieren.

Das perverse Schauspiel hatte inzwischen meinen Bestrafer wieder zur Höchstform auffahren lassen, und ich fühlte mich bereit, meine lustvoll devote Privatnutte die nächste Lektion in Sachen sexueller Unterwürfigkeit zu lehren. Ich stand auf, die Kamera in meiner Linken, und griff mit meiner Rechten in Annas speichelfeuchte Haare. Dann ballte ich die Hand zur Faust und zog sie mit sich. Die Schlampe beeilte sich, mir auf Händen und Knien zu folgen, doch ich achtete darauf, dass es ihr schwer fiel, mit meinem Tempo Schitt zu halten, so dass sie immer wieder schmerzhaft an ihren Haaren nach vorne gerissen wurde. Ich schleifte sie ins Badezimmer und genoss dabei ihre gehetzten krabbelnden und kriechenden Bewegungen und ihr Keuchen, als ihre nackten Knie schnell und schmerzhaft über meinen Kachelboden trommelten. So trieb ich sie bis zur Toilette in der Ecke des Badezimmers. Als sie schließlich mit ihrem Kopf über meiner offenen Kloschüssel angelangt war, drückte ich ihr wunderhübsches, geschminktes Gesicht hinein und presste sie hart gegen die Kloinnenwand.

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Cat enjoys a gang bang.

“Welcome to your fantasy Catherine” Ken said as holding her hand he led her down the stairs to the basement which was set up us a relaxation room and gym.

She had only been there once when he had shown her round the house on her initial visit.

Cat a forty four year old married woman had been visiting Ken a divorced fifty year old lecturer and avid amateur dramatics participant for nearly six months. He lived in a beautiful Georgian house in Camden Town in north London, she in a rambling, huge, six bedroom Victorian pile on the outskirts of St Albans some fifteen or so miles north of London. He loved his house, she hated hers.

They had met when Cat had joined a mature student’s class in psychology at a college in Islington. They got on very well and she thoroughly enjoyed his lectures and studying. He flirted with all the ‘older’ female students, particularly Cat, but then she was attractive, with a full breasted figure and beautiful, shoulder-length ash blonde hair. As the course progressed so he and Cat chatted after class, they went for a coffee in the colleges’ cafeteria, then a drink in a pub. That led to a dinner and then an invitation to his home ostensibly to look at some old books, a love of which they both shared. In reality they both knew that wasn’t the real reason for her visit just before Christmas. The real reason was to have sex. And they had very satisfying sex. So much so that it became an almost weekly event either before or after her lecture.

They tended to do it in one of the small bedrooms on the top floor of the four storey Georgian house. “Hot air rises,” he explained. Occasionally, they would have it in the main bedroom, which Ken had shared with his wife before they parted, but that was only on warmer nights. Cat had taken to bringing a dressing gown with her for after sex they would talk for ages and the house was freezing. And their sex sessions did last a long time. This wasn’t due to his stamina or recovery powers for like most men his age neither were that impressive and certainly not to the level of those Cat had enjoyed on her last fling, which was with a young golf pro. They lasted so long because they both enjoyed and indulged in long foreplay. That could sometimes go on for up to two hours with Ken giving her numerous finger and tongue induced orgasms, but with him not cumming at all.

“I’m a strictly once a time lover” he’d told her. After perhaps her third or fourth climax they would fuck and he would cum and then they would lie in bed talking. And that’s when she needed the short, red silk, dressing gown.

The basement had a pool table, dart board, a fruit machine and juke box. There was a running machine, a few weights and other gym paraphernalia. In the middle of the room there was a training mat. That was about eight feet square and was raised off the floor by about eight inches forming a small stage sort of thing. The room was dimly lit, with two spots that, for some reason, were beamed onto ‘the stage.”

Cat was wearing the shorty, dressing gown. It has a tie round the waist, no buttons and the hem was mid-thigh. She was naked underneath it. She hadn’t bothered being too careful about how it covered her as Ken, also in a dressing gown, led her down the stairs to the basement. Hence, as she walked the skirt part flapped open showing her inner thighs almost to her crotch and the lapels gaped showing much of both of her breasts.

She had been a little surprised when, some time after they had had sex, Ken had said.

“I have a little surprise for you, come with me.”

“What’s this Ken?” Cat gasped when she entered the basement.

Seeing küçükbakkalköy escort the five men there, all naked apart from towels wrapped round their waists, she immediately knew what he meant by that phrase.

“Welcome to your fantasy Cat.”

It had been the third or fourth time they had slept together when they discussed their fantasies. Feeling wonderfully mellow after her third orgasm and very close to Ken who had been marvellously attentive to her needs, Cat had opened up a little more than she usually did with her lovers.

“Like lots of women I think,” she’d said when he asked about her sexual aspirations and fantasies. “I feel an odd attraction to forced sex.”

“What rape?”

“Yes sort of, I suppose. But then that’s not an aspiration, I’m not sure I really want to do it or be raped, it’s more a mind or emotional thing than a physical desire, if you get what I mean” she explained. She had expanded on that by telling him of another fantasy adding. “Which I never expect to fulfil, is a gang bang with five or six blokes and me.”

“Who are they? I can’t” Cat said in a panicky voice as she grabbed Ken’s arms.

“Just some friends Cat, you’ll never see them again. An advantage of amateur dramatics I guess” he said, turning and rather scarily, but highly significant locking the door.

“Ken you can’t.”

“Oh yes I can Cat and I am, aren’t I?” He said finding the tie at her waist and pulling it undone.

Cat grabbed the silk robe just about managing to stop it billowing open.

She looked round at the other men. Their ages varied. One looked to be in his early twenties or late teens and one seemed to be in his late forties or fifties with the others all looking to be around forty. Three were white, one black and another looked to be from India or Pakistan. They all had reasonable physiques, she noted thankfully, as she realised she was starting to accept this amazing situation.

“I didn’t mean it Ken, I told you I never expected it to happen, I am not sure I want it to.”

“Oh Cat, I think you do,” Ken said taking hold of the collar of the robe and pulling it along her shoulders and down her back a little way.

“No stop.”

“Come on Cat show them that lovely body of yours” Ken went on tugging at the robe, which Cat refused to surrender.

“No Ken, no I can’t” she whined back, worried like hell at how fast her heart was beating.

“You can Cat. Look how much they are all looking forward to it” Ken was saying as he pulled her round to look at the guys standing round three sides of the training mat. As she stared at them, they all undid their towels and let them fall to the floor. Even in her distressed and surprised state, Cat could not help gasping when she saw the five erect and semi-erect cocks. Most of the guys let their fingers stroke their erections.

“Nice Cat?”

“Ken, no” she moaned, beginning to realise that there was no way out of this. She turned back to face him. “Look Ken I can’t, I really cannot do this.”

He smiled, leaned forward and kissed her. “I think you can, I think really you want to and, most importantly Cat, I think you will.”

She hadn’t heard anything, but suddenly she was grabbed by the wrists and her arms were pulled behind her making her let go of the robe. It ballooned open showing everything, just as Ken turned her to face the others.

“Oh yes.”

“Wow baby.”

“Way to go Cat.”

Were some of the comments that greeted her nudity.

Ken and the black guy edged her towards the mat, she had stopped struggling for it was clearly pointless. moda escort The robe vanished and she stood naked for a moment or two confronting the five equally naked guys. As if on cue, they moved forward, they surrounded her in the middle of the mat. They all started touching her, stroking and caressing her; her back, her arms, her face, her hair and her legs. They pressed themselves against her, two, three four and five erections on her legs, her thighs her bottom and her stomach. Five cocks pressed against her and ten hands wandering over her body. Caresses were now everywhere; on her legs, her tummy, her chest, her bum, her breasts and her stomach.

She had, obviously never experienced anything like this before, and, she had to admit, it was amazing. She was going dizzy with the sheer intensity of so much male sexuality.

Her wrist was grabbed and her hand was pressed against a cock, as another slid between the cheeks of her bum and yet another pressed right against her pubic mound and up her tummy.

She was now groaning and sighing as each new experience hit her and as each new set of sensations washed over her. She was turned round and pulled forward and backwards, all the time though feeling male flesh or hands and fingers on her.

Three cocks pressed against her and one in each hand.

Cocks against both cheeks of her bum and her pubes as two mouths licked and chewed her breasts.

Hands rubbing, caressing and squeezing her buttocks, her thighs, her breasts and her nipples.

Fingers pinching and stroking her nipples, her pussy lips and between the cheeks of her bum.

It was happening. She didn’t think it would. She had felt that this was just too outrageous and her major feeling would be fear, but it wasn’t. Far from it. She was feeling other sensations, but mostly she was getting aroused to a level she didn’t think she had experienced before.

Her resistance was waning. Her inhibitions were lessening and her worry and concern barriers were coming down.

She opened her mouth and allowed a tongue past her lips. She felt herself stroking a cock and leaning back to make her tits more easily available to the Indian or Pakistani guy’s mouth. Her legs opened and she grunted as one guy from behind and another from the front slid their fingers, three from both directions she guessed, right up her worryingly, wet cunt.

She was gone.

Both she and Ken knew that and the others guessed it as Ken took his robe off and joined them on the mat. She and he kissed as she gratifyingly, but rather surprisingly, felt his full erection, that was so unlike him just an hour or so after sex.

The guys were as aroused as Cat and were now itching to take this further. One of the older white guys had his arms around her, his hands holding her breasts as he wiggled his cock between her legs from behind. Falling back against him Cat’s legs opened a little. The young guy moved in and, holding his cock and bending his knees he wiggled the tip of it right against her lips. Their eyes caught.

“Ok?” He mouthed.

Cat nodded and then had the glorious sensation of his young, hard, very sturdy cock surging up her pussy. At the same time the guy from behind was pushing his cock against the back end of her lips but was beaten to gaining entry by the young buck who had started to fuck Cat. As he did, the others were pawing and licking, feeling her tits and bum and giving her sensations everywhere.

Cat felt as if she was floating. She didn’t have to support herself, they did that, so she could just let her body go. Leaning back against one guy with the ağva escort young one buried in her, Cat was holding cocks in both hands, it was incredible. Everywhere, every part of her and all her immediate surroundings were filled with sex. It was as though everything was sex, that there was nothing other than sex, that sex was all and everything.

The young guy was quick, but then in such circumstances that wasn’t surprising. He didn’t actually make Cat cum, but then not one specific thing was likely to do that. It was the whole adventure which had taken her right up to that crest of orgasmic delight and had kept her there. She stayed there during that first fuck, as the young guy slid out and as the guy from behind immediately replaced him. She remained right up there as he shagged her from behind and as two guys, the black one and one of the white forty somethings licked, sucked and chewed her tits and the others ran their hands all over her as she held onto their cocks.

Things were speeding up, becoming more complicated and hard to follow. Cat hardly knew where her body ended and the men’s began, she certainly, other than by skin colourings, she had no idea who was doing what to her.

The guy shagging her from behind finished and another took his place. He lay down on the mat, on his back pulling Cat with him. She was sitting on his cock facing away from him, her knees drawn up just like a jockey on a racehorse. The others, apart from the two who had just cum, crowded round. One pulled her face to one side and holding his cock almost horizontally offered it to her. Cat raised her eyes and met his, he nodded, smiled and raised an eyebrow enquiringly. She smiled back, licked her lips and, still holding his gaze slowly, opened her mouth. As his cock slid into Cat the black guy crouched in front of her, his feet either side of the guy whose cock was up from behind, knees. He slid his cock between her tits, but naked and unsupported as they were, her cleavage was far too wide to create any pressure. Ken solved that by leaning forward, kissing Cat on her cheek, his face brushing against the cock that was fucking her mouth and pushing her tits together round the sturdy black cock.

It went on and on. Cat had no idea how many times she was fucked, how many times she was made to cum, how many cocks she held and how many she had in her mouth. Time lost as much meaning to her as any degree of restraint or inhibition did. Both simply ceased to exist as cock followed cock into her ever willing, or so it seemed, cunt. She was pleased, though surprised that not once did any of the guys try to take her anally. She put that down to Ken telling them as she had him that she didn’t like to be fucked in her ass.

The ‘party’ ended with Cat on her back in the middle of the mat holding her tits and pinching her nipples as those who had anything left stood or knelt round her masturbating and shooting over her body.

She walked from the basement to cheers, applause and shouted ‘thanks Cat’ with her tits, chest, stomach, thighs and face stained with the drying residue of the five actors cum.

Ken told her after that she was in fact only fucked five times and that he had explained to the guys that her bum was ‘off limits.’ She had been half pleased, but very surprised during the orgy that none of the guys had tried for anal as most blokes nowadays seemed to want that, particularly in a gang bang like theirs. She was pretty sure that if one of them had tried she would have gone along with it, for the idea of being fucked there, in her pussy and mouth and between her tits as she wanked two other cocks all at the same time, was, really, the ultimate fulfillment of her gang bang fantasy. She was also slightly regretted not having had two cocks up her pussy at the same time, but then ‘hey’ she rationalised, ‘a girl can’t have everything in one go can she?’

Lying beside James in bed that night, she found herself smiling and thinking as she listened to him snoring, ‘There’s always a next time isn’t there?’

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