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I’m not like most other girls. Alright, I can shop forever, spend hours getting ready to go out, and love my shoes as much as any other girl, but when it comes to sex I’m more like a man. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want love or to be taken out for dinner, I just want cock. In my pussy, arse or mouth, or preferably all three holes at once, then I want to go home to my own bed, or find another cock. That is after all what men want isn’t it.

I’m not sure why I’m like this, it is partly the physical feeling of a cock inside me, but also a power thing, as however much of a slut I become, I know I am like a drug and nearly every man I have every fucked would love to fuck me again.

I love the feeling of a large thick cock inside me, the pleasure as it stretches me is indescribable. I’m sorry boys, I don’t care what they say in magazines, size does matter. I don’t want a cock that is going to feel like a bit of finger, I want it to feel like a whole fist inside me. Although I must admit a small cock does fit into my arse nicely, so I would never turn one away, just direct it to another opening.

I first discovered my effect on men while I as still at school. I developed at a very early age and used to travel to school on the underground. As all schoolgirls I thought I was the bee knees, pretty, shoulder length blonde hair, and as short a skirt as I could make it by rolling up the waistband as I left school. On starting work I needed to commute on the underground, and my first sexy encounter on the underground wasn’t long in coming.

I was standing in a crowded carriage holding onto the strap above my head. It was summer so my tits were pushed against my white blouse, and my already shortened skirt was riding up a bit. In the crush I felt something brush my thigh nothing unusual in a crowded carriage, until I felt a hand slide round to my bum. I screamed and dashed along the carriage. I made my way home thinking about the mysterious hand, wondering how far he would have got if I hadn’t stopped him. I got so hot thinking about this, I ended up in my bedroom, legs spread wide, fucking myself with the handle of a hairbrush.

It was months later I had the next experience, when I again felt a hand brushing my thigh. I stood very still as the hand moved until it was resting against my bum. My heart began to race as the hand started caressing my bum. God, I felt dirty, but I loved it. I pushed my bum against his hand, and after a brief pause he started caressing me again, his fingers tracing my bum down to the bottom of my mini skirt. His fingers gently touched the inside of my legs just below my skirt. I moved my position slightly, changing my stance so my legs were slightly parted. He needed no more encouragement, his hand shot up my inner thighs until his fingers found my knickers. I felt so excited I was getting damp, a fact he must have noticed on my panties. After teasing me for a few seconds, his finger eased my panties aside, and he slipped a finger into my now dripping wet cunt. I needed more, and lowered my body onto his fingers. I had to see who he was, and turned to look into his face. As I started to turn the hand was gone in an instance. Who was it? There was an elderly man with his back to me, could he have done it from that position? There was a young boy holding a couple of bags, but he would have needed another hand. There was a very attractive lady, was it her? Had I been touched up so delightfully by another female? I was dripping wet, and it was back home to the hairbrush handle for another dose of self pleasure

Whenever I changed jobs I deliberately looked for a job in London so I could travel on the underground. I had several little interludes that I really enjoyed. I started removing my knickers before I left work, and took great pleasure in finding a seat opposite a man, so I could tease him. I went home and played with myself, imagining the men wanking themselves of thinking of me, and that little glimpse they got of my pussy.

One day I was in a crowded train and felt the back of a hand on my thigh, just resting lightly against me. I knew the score by know, he as testing the ground to see if I pulled away. I didn’t, I leant against him to increase the pressure, at the same time turning my whole body to face him, so his hand was now resting against my pussy. I gyrated my lower body even harder against him, so there was no mistaking I was enjoying his attention. His hand turned, and I felt his fingers caressing my pussy. I looked him straight in the face and just mouthed the words “go on.” As the train rocked us together his fingers slipped down the front of my skirt to my bare legs, and traced them upwards. I was still looking into his eyes as his fingers found my pussy, and I could see he was shocked at the fact I had no knickers on. His fingers were deep inside me, and I used the movement of the train to get as much pleasure as possible from him.

As the train came into my station, I eased myself away from him, and gave him a sweet smile. I took the hand that şişli escort had been inside me and lightly kissed his fingertips, tasting myself as I did so. I turned on my heels and left the carriage, anticipating the vibrator sitting in my bedroom cupboard draw, I had progressed from my hairbrush handle.

I walked along the platform feeling very pleased with myself, I loved teasing men and making them lust after me. I was suddenly aware of someone alongside me, pushing me aside. I glanced up to see the man from the train as he propelled me through a door into the men’s toilets, and straight into a cubicle. He didn’t say a word, but span me round and pushed me down onto the toilet seat. Still in silence he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to his feet. In the position I was in his cock, which was rock hard, was inches from my face. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him. His other hand fed his cock into my mouth and started to fuck my mouth hard. There was nothing gentle about him, he just rammed his cock in a far as he could. I started to choke and tried to pull away, but both his hands held the back of my head as he continued to pound me. The whole scenario only lasted a couple of minutes before he shot his load into my mouth. He continued pounding me until very drop of his cum was spent. He grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to wipe his cock clean, before pulling up his trousers and leaving. I was sitting on the seat in the men’s toilet, my skirt had ridden right up showing my pussy, I had cum in my hair and mouth, with some dripping down my chin onto my blouse and bare legs. I felt absolutely amazing, shoving three fingers straight into my sopping wet cunt I started to pleasure myself. The door was briefly pushed open and something was thrown onto the cubicle floor. I picked up two £20 notes. I had just become a whore.

That night I used my vibrator so much, I actually fell asleep with it inside me, waking up in the early hours to use it again. I was truly addicted to sex, and couldn’t get enough. Over the next few months I fucked everybody I could get hold off, and loved it. I got the reputation of a slut at work, the positive side of that was at least once a week one of the men would use me and give me a seeing too. I started dressing like a real tart and going out to pubs, I can’t remember how many times I have been fucked in an alleyway behind a pub, or in the gents toilet. The more I got fucked the more I wanted it. It was like scratching an itch, it just itched more.

I’m not sure when the idea came to me, but I remembered the incident in the toilet. I would become a whore, then I would have men fucking me all day. It seemed the perfect solution. I gave up my job and put a card in a couple of shop windows, offering personal massage services.

It wasn’t quite as good as I had hoped. I visualised all these studs with 8″ cocks queuing up to fuck me, in reality I got everyone from 18 to 80 wanting to visit me.

Some had problems getting hard or had very small cocks, some just wanted a blow job, one man just wanted to talk to me. However, during the course of a day I was getting fucked several times, and some of them were good.

I first tried anal working as a prostitute. A man I had seen a few times asked if he could fuck me up the arse. Now my pussy gets so wet, and so loves a cock inside it, I hadn’t really thought a lot about anal until then. It took a few visits, the first time he bought a load of lubricant and a butt plug. He spent a lot of time licking my pussy until I was panting, then he started tonguing my arse while using his fingers deep inside me. Then lots of lubricant was used, until the plug was right in my arse. It hurt a bit, but I was fine with it, as he was giving my pussy so much attention. When he put his cock in my pussy I thought I was going to explode with pleasure, the butt plug seemed to make him bigger and harder and I screamed at him to fuck me harder and harder. His next visit we did the same, although he bought a larger plug, and it was just as enjoyable. When he phoned for the third date, he asked me to slip the plug in before he arrived, as he intended to fuck my arse. I must admit I was a bit apprehensive, although excited at the same time. He didn’t have the largest cock in the world, but it was about 6″ with a reasonable girth.

As instructed, an hour before his arrival, I lubed up my arse and slipped in the butt plug. He just couldn’t wait when he arrived, he was so excited. Instead of our normal long foreplay, he spent about two minutes licking my cunt before he wanted to fuck me, not that this was a problem, my juices were practically running down my legs. He got me into a doggy position and started fucking my pussy, but it wasn’t long before he removed the butt plug and pulled out of my pussy and I could feel his cock against my arse. He held my hips and pulled me back towards him as he pushed forward. I felt his cock, it felt like there was no way it would go inside me, but he persevered, osmanbey escort and I felt it slip in a little way. He ran some lubricant down my bum crack, and slid his right hand round to play with my pussy. My pussy felt so good, I was in heaven ‘Oh shit’ He had pushed his cock further into me, tears welled up in my eyes and I tried to pull away. He held me firm, but stopped pushing, and let me recover. He must have stretched my arse, because in a short time he again eased into my arse, and this time his cock when into me right up to the hilt. He pulled me tight against him, just gyrating sideways slowly so I could feel his cock moving. Then he started to slowly fuck me, gradually getting faster. He had certainly done this before, as he knew how to give me pleasure. The butt plug was shoved into my cunt, but I was so wet it just slipped out. He pushed it back into me, using his hand to keep it there, while other fingers danced over my clit. I felt him tense, before he shot his cum up my arse. I didn’t want him to stop, I was grinding my arse back against him, I think I was in heaven.

I was sore for a few days, but I knew I would have to do this again, and I was soon offering ‘A’ as a regular service. Often at night I would have a vibrator up my pussy, and a plug up my arse pleasuring myself.

Although I had good days, I still frequently pleasured myself, both during the days and evenings. The problem was it was over too quick. Some men just weren’t any good, but nearly all of them, once they had shot their load couldn’t get out of the door quick enough. The best ones were the few who paid for two hours, because by the time I got them hard for a third fuck, they could really pound my for ages before they came again, but unfortunately these were few and far between.

Another escort who I had befriended once said to me, at least you’re making a lot of money. I told her the money was nice, but I was actually in it for the sex and cock.

She laughed “Perhaps you should fuck a football team.” That night in bed, with my two toys in place, I started to fantasize about fucking a team, or a gang bang, surely that would satisfy my itch. I paid for an advert in a mens magazine. It read:

‘Charly – 22yo pretty blonde wishes to meet groups of men for mutual pleasure. Anything considered’

I waited expectantly for my first gang bang. All I got was phone calls from losers. “Can I just talk to you?” ” Can you arrange the other men?” “I’m so good you won’t need anyone else” etc. I was really getting quite depressed

One evening after about two weeks I received a call from a man who introduced himself as David. He sounded very uncertain, but enquired about my advert. Not wanting to give cheap pleasure to another timewaster, I just said I enjoy the company of groups of men. He really didn’t know what to say, and suddenly blurted out “Will you fuck a rugby team?” I was suddenly interested. He continued “I play in a rugby team in Surbiton, it is the captains 30th birthday, and we are arranging a stag do for him, would you come along and strip etc.”

Now I was getting interested. “I don’t do striptease” I said, “but I would happily fuck all of your brains out”

“How much?” Was the stuttering question after a brief delay. I asked him for more details. He said it was a party at a private house, there would be about 18 men there, mainly between 19 and 35, and they just wanted fun. I was getting hot thinking about it, 18 hard cocks attached to fit young men, this was my dream. I could feel my pussy getting wet. “How Much?” he asked again.

My brain raced, mustn’t appear too cheap or I would appear a loser. I made a decision. “I’ll arrive at 9pm and stop all-night. I will be happy to fuck all night if required, anal is at my discretion, but will be included for some. All penetration is with a condom, although I do love to suck cocks without. I will let them cum in my mouth if they wish, and will happily swallow all they can give me. I will be happy to fuck anywhere in the house, but will require a room of my own, with a shower, that is out of bounds to everyone but me. The cost would be £1500, and I require a £100 deposit.” I blurted out

“That’s fine.” he answered almost immediately. I was obviously a lot cheaper than he expected. He told me later that the team had agreed to go up to £2500 for the right girl.

The night couldn’t come quick enough. I spent hours getting ready, had my hair done, and left the house looking a picture. I had shaved my pussy, which was perfectly smooth. My body is always tanned all over, so I wore no tight, just the briefest pair of red knickers I could find, with a matching bra. I had a red silken dress with a V neck, that just gave a suggestion of breasts showing at the top. With my matching shoes and small clutch bag and even my lipstick, I looked like I was going to a very select venue, not to a gang bang in Surbiton.

The taxi dropped me out side and I nervously walked up to the door. The door opened before I reached escort bayan taksim it. The man standing there was about 6’2″, 15 stone odd, with jet black hair. I couldn’t stop myself thinking I wonder what his cock is like. “Hi, I’m David, you must be Charly” He led me in and took me up to my room. Making small talk all the time, he followed me up the stairs. I exaggerated the roll of my hips as I walked up the stairs, imagining him trying to see up my skirt. He showed me into a bedroom that had an en-suite bathroom. “You are absolutely stunning” he said, and I was glad I had gone to all the trouble. “We have three more men than we arranged, I hope that’s OK, there are 21 of us know. I have charged them a bit extra, £200 each, so I have £2000 for you”. He handed over an envelope stuffed with money. It will be perfectly safe here, we all know each other. He went to the door. Come down when you’re ready he said, and was gone. I went in the bathroom, fluffed up my hair, dabbed some perfume on my breasts and between my legs, and went downstairs.

As I walked into the large lounge you could have heard a pin drop. The patio doors were still open and some of the team were on the patio drinking, but they all shuffled in as they became aware of my entrance. Nobody said a word as they all eyed me up and down, but I could see some of them already had cocks that were getting hard. I decided to break the silence “Hi I’m Charly, who is going to get me a drink?”

Within minutes I had a bottle of Bacardi breezer in my hand, and I was surrounded by a wonderful selection of strong, horny men. I had a mouthful of drink from the bottle, and sucked suggestively as I withdrew it from my mouth. I then rang my tongue up the bottle length. “Has anyone got something like this for me?” I felt a hand caress my bum, and I used my spare hand to find a pair of trousers that were bursting at the front, and ran my hand over the bulge. I was beginning to feel very brave, these men were lusting after me and it may me feel so good. “Who’s the birthday boy?” I asked

A six foot plus, real hunk of a man stepped forward, “That’s me” he urrered. I put both hands around his neck and started kissing him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I pushed my body hard against him, I could feel his hard cock in his trousers. His two large hands grabbed my bum cheeks and pulled me tighter against him, making the lump in his trousers more obvious. I slid a hand down to the front of his trousers and started to massage his cock.

“I intend to fuck your brains out, but first I want to taste your cock. I brushed past the others and went over to one of the armchairs, still holding the hand of the birthday boy. Sitting in the seat I hooked one leg over each arm, and watched twenty pairs of eyes follow my long legs up to my red knickers, stretch tight over my mound. I slipped one hand into the top of my dress and fingered my breasts, the other hand using the bottle to push my knickers aside and insert the bottle into my pussy.

“Who’s the youngest here”? After a brief discussion a boy stepped forward “I’m 18”

“Cmon boy” I said , “I want your tongue in my cunt and I want birthday boys cock in my mouth.

The youngster happily dropped between my legs and started licking the juices from my cunt. Birthday boy had unzipped his trousers and a massive cock was inches from my mouth. I didn’t need an invite, I wrapped my lips around it sucked like fuck. He didn’t last long, within a couple of minutes he was emptying his cum into my mouth. I did my porn star bit, having watched a few in my time, and worked it onto my tongue before letting it drip out onto my dress and run down my boobs. Another cock took its place and slipped into my mouth. A man came up the other side of me and rubbed his cock against my cheek. Hands were all over the place, as the top of my cum soaked dress was pulled down to my waist. Other hands were trying to undo my bra in vain, he being unable to get to my back as it was being rammed backwards into the cushion by a throbbing cock in my mouth. I managed through a cock filled mouth to say “rip it off”, I had to repeat myself a few times, but eventually he got the message and ripped my bra off me. It may me feel such a slut, but I loved it. It was too much for the man fucking my mouth as he exploded into my mouth and over my face I turned my head to the left and was greeted by yet another cock which slipped straight into me.

I felt hands pick me up like I was a feather, and they carried me over to a large table, and laid me on it with my legs hanging over the edge. I couldn’t see who, but there was no mistaking that a cock was being shoved into me. The next 5 hours were absolute bliss. I don’t know how many times I was fucked, or how much cum I swallowed. I don’t know if they all fucked me, I’m sure some fucked me several times. The highlights, a really hard fuck that lasted about 15 minutes and made me cum several times by an extremely well endowed man, I think I had already swallowed his cum a little earlier, so he had a lot of staying power. My first double entry, up my cunt and arse at the same time, although I should say my first, second, third etc. I lost count as cock was swapped around I’m not sure how many combinations there were. The time I got about 5 faceloads of cum at once, and actually gargled with cum.

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Ich bin Esther.

Falls ihr euch fragt, was ich bin. Ich bin Switch.

Oder nein,

eigentlich bin ich eine Alphasub.

Den Begriff habe ich aufgeschnappt. Er gefällt mir.

Sehr sogar.

Esther, die Alphasub.

Der Name wird mir gerecht. Denn ich stehe es darauf zu gehorchen. Ich liebe Regeln und Disziplinierung. Und ich finde es berauschend anderen dabei zu helfen in diese grandiose Rolle zu schlüpfen. Damit sie in Demut empfangen können.

Hmmmmmm herrlich….

Lust, mich auf die Reise in ein kleines Femdomabenteuer zu begleiten?

Gerade habe ich einen kleinen Machtrausch.

Kennt ihr das?

Wenn nichts auf der Welt einem etwas anzuhaben scheint und man den Eindruck hat, man würde auf jedes Schnipsen Wünsche erfüllt bekommen.

Oh, so ein großartiges Gefühl, ich könnte darin baden!

Ich bin voll in meinem Element,

und du mein eifriger, aufgegeilter Leser

und du verruchte, kleine Schwester im Geiste?

Ja?

Dann lass es uns tun,

lass uns der kleinen Schlampe in meinem Schlafzimmer zeigen, was es bedeutet, unter der Fuchtel einer echten Frau zu stehen! Lassen wir sie unsere Macht spüren, damit sie weiß, wie sich das anfühlt, das letzte Glied in der Kette zu sein!

Bereit?

Aber Vorsicht!

Du bist nur in meinem Kopf. Ich werde dir nicht erklären, wonach mir nicht der Sinn steht, und du wirst nur sehen, was ich dich sehen lassen will.

Verstanden?

Gut!

Bevor wir da hineingehen, in mein Schlafzimmer, den Ort an dem alle Träume wahr werden, werde ich dir einige Dinge erzählen. Nicht weil mir deine Meinung wichtig ist. Nein, sie ist mir scheißegal. Aber du sollst auch nicht meinen Kopf mit idiotischen Fragen füllen. Ich nämlich, ich denke nicht, wenn ich spiele.

Also verflucht noch mal, mach es mir gleich!

Und wenn du etwas nicht verstehst, dann zuckst du mit den Schultern und nimmst es einfach, wie es kommt. So wie es ein braver Bottom eben macht.

Kapischo?

Ich sehe schon, wir verstehen uns.

Jana wartet da drinnen.

Ihr Herr — der gute Frank — hat sie mir hereingestellt. Sie weiß also, dass ihr etwas Besonders blüht. Etwas, das nichts mit unserer Freundschaft zu tun hat. Sie ist eine kleine Maso-braut. Also werden wir ihr etwas weh tun, nicht wahr? Hehe.

Ach, ihr seht schon, ich habe meine helle Freude daran, anderen etwas ‚Gutes’ zu tun. Und uuuuuhhhh, ganz ehrlich, jetzt warten wir noch ein wenig.

„Warten” ist DAS Zauberwort.

Was das Nichtstun bewirken kann, das brauche ich euch ja nicht zu erzählen, oder?

Zwei Dinge können passieren.

Entweder geht im Kopf der lieben Jana die Post ab und sie wird hibbelig und gampig, oder sie schafft es sich in Trance zu begeben, was sie unglaublich empfänglich macht. Da ich aber nicht ihr guter Frank bin, tippe ich auf Reaktion Nummer 1.

Fünf Minuten hat Frank gebraucht, um mich zu instruieren, als wüsste er nicht wieviel Fantasie ich selbst habe. Aber natürlich ist es wichtig, über die Tagesverfassung der kleinen Sklavin Bescheid zu wissen, das gibt auch mir die Sicherheit, dass das Spiel gelingt.

Glaubt mit, heute ist ein guter Tag!

Fünf weitere Minuten sind der kleinen Schlampe durchaus zumutbar, auch wenn sie wieder zittern wird wie Espenlaub. Im Vertrauen, die Kleine ist meist ein nervöses Wrack, und zudem ist sie leicht erregbar. Sie neigt auch zum schnellen Betteln und Flehen!

Für mich ist das Warten reine Freude, ich male mir dann immer noch ein wenig aus, was ich machen könnte.

Heute nicht, sonst verrate ich dir ja alles.

Frank hat Jana die Augen verbunden, wir müssen uns also nicht sorgen, wie selbstbewusst wir den Raum betreten.

Also ich, mache mir da sowieso keine Sorgen.

Mein Auftritt sitzt immer, Nervosität kann ich, wenn sie denn einmal vorkommt, gut kaschieren.

Heute ist kein Herr anwesend, der mich beobachtet. Das ist nämlich schon oft einmal eine Herausforderung.

Aber du, du bist ja willfährig und brav, bereit dich fallen zu lassen und dich an dem, was ich tue aufzugeilen, ohne zu bewerten, nicht?

Dann… scheiß drauf, los geht es!

Ich werde jetzt die Türe lautstark öffnen. Sie darf schon wissen, dass es jetzt losgeht.

*Knarr*

Oh, der Anblick gefällt mir:

Eine nackte Sklavin in der Mitte des Raumes, mit verbundenen Augen. Frank war so nett und hat sie mir sogar aufgehängt. Nein aufgehängt ist zu viel gesagt. Die Zehen berühren ja den Boden. Also kein Grund zu Sorge.

Hätte ich das verraten sollen, bevor ich mich entschloss zu warten? Hehe.

Ungewissheit ist doch etwas Schönes! Ich bin ja doch eine kleine Sadistin.

Ich lass die Gute besser herunter. Zumindest, dass sie escort bayan kurtköy ordentlich stehen kann.

„Na meine Schöne? Gefällt es dir so in meinem Zimmer herumzubaumeln?”

„Ja, Miss Easter!”

„Dann sag das lauter, Schlampe!”

Mit dem Miststück kann man ruhig etwas ruppiger reden, das verträgt sie. Und lasst euch nicht von dem Zittern täuschen, darauf fährt sie total ab.

„Es gefällt mir, hier zu sein, Miss Easter!”

„Braves Mädchen.”

*Quietsch*

Diese geniale Seilkonstruktion mit Seilen und Gewinde. Mein Herr hat sie mir installiert. Meistens bin ja ich es, die hier baumelt.

„Danke für die Aufmerksamkeit, Miss Easter.” Wie erleichtert sie aufseufzt.

„Fraglich, ob du das danach auch noch sagst.” *Leises Gelächter*

„Du wirst doch lieb zu mir sein, Esther?”

*Klatsch*

Die Ohrfeige hat gesessen.

„Willst du es nochmal versuchen?” Das sage ich süßlich, die Schärfe in der Stimme hebe ich mir für bessere Gelegenheiten auf.

„Das habe ich verdient. Verzeihen Sie, Miss Easter. Es wird nicht wieder vorkommen.”

„Wie rau deine Stimme klingt, bist du aufgeregt, oder gar erregt?”

„Beides, Miss Easter.”

„Spreize die Beine weiter. Ich möchte, dass es auf den Boden tropft und nicht deine Beine hinunterläuft. Wer weiß, vielleicht lass ich dich die Sauerrei später auflecken.”

„Wie Ihr wünscht, Miss Easter.”

„Du musst nicht alles kommentieren meine Süße, ich habe dich ja nicht gefragt.”

Sie hat verstanden und nickt ganz artig. Da verdient sie sich doch gleich zwei kräftige Schläge, dass es schön schnalzt.

*Patsch, Patsch*

Was für einen wunderschönen, drallen Arsch sie hat, beneidenswert. Und dieses ausladende Becken. Grrrr. Die Brüste machen nicht so viel her, aber ich bin eigentlich nur an den Nippeln interessiert, und die bekommen später noch ausreichend Aufmerksamkeit.

Ach nein, das mache ich gleich.

So, wo hab ich die Kette mit den Klammern hingelegt?

Ah, gefunden.

„Mach den Mund auf meine Schöne.

Ja, und die Zunge raus.

Wunderbar!

Und schön an meinem Daumen saugen.

Und jetzt an meinen Finger.”

Lasst uns einmal testen, wie es heute mit ihrem Würgereiz aussiehst.

Ich schiebe ihr am besten zwei Finger tief in den Rachen. Wenn ich ganz tief gehe, würgt sie. Das mache ich gleich nochmal.

Sehr gut!

Gleich noch zwei weitere Male.

„Brave Sklavin!”

Bestens, da geht später mehr.

Jetzt kurz die Nippel vorbereiten. Wobei die stehen schon mehr als bereit da.

Ja daran wird sie zu knabbern haben.

Die gezahnten Klemmen sind ziemlich fies. Ein paar Sekunden gebe ich ihr, und dann kommt noch ein kleines Gewicht an die Kette.

Schon windet sich mein kleines Spielobjekt und winselt leise.

„So, meine Süße.

Ich weiß, du siehst mich nicht.

Ich dich dafür umso besser. Ich will dieses Gewicht schwingen sehen. IMMER, verstehst du? Immer! Dafür befreie ich dich aus deiner schönen Position.”

*Quietsch*

„Beug dich noch vorne und mach!”

„Ja, Miss Easter!”

Wie gedacht, sie muss sich zusammenreißen. Aber sie hält schon was aus. Ich muss sie nur etwas bei Laune halten. Trotzdem winselt sie leise, als könnte ich vergessen, dass sie leidet. Was könnte sie ablenken?

Die Liebeskugeln müssen her.

Was für ein geiler Anblick, wie die beiden in ihrer Fotze verschwinden. Das lässt gleich die ersten Lusttropfen fallen. Kleines geiles Stück!

„Schön schwingen lassen, Schlampe. Da ist viel zu wenig Bewegung in deinem schönen Nippelschmuck.

Ja, so ist es brav. Und jetzt bringen wir gleich die Kugeln auch etwas in Schwung.”

„Ja, Miss Easter.”

*Patsch, Patsch Patsch* Ich wusste, sie würde mir genug Spielfläche geben, denn wenn sie geil wird, wird sie fehleranfällig.

„Das hatte ich anders geplant, aber so kriegen wir die Kugeln auch zum Rollen.”

Ah, jetzt hält sie die Klappe und konzentriert sich aufs Schwingen. Eigentlich hätte ich sie etwas twerken lassen wollen. Ihr wisst schon, das Wackeln mit dem Arsch, was grad so in Mode ist. Aber da sie mir Grund genug gibt, lassen wir etwas die Hand arbeiten.

„Zehn Schläge und fünf für jeden weiteren Fehler. Einverstanden?”

„Ja, Miss Easter.”

„Mitzählen selbstverständlich!”

*Patsch, Patsch*

„Eins, zwei”

*Patsch*

„Drei”

*Patsch, Patsch, Patsch*

„Vier, fünf, sechs, sieben”

„Oh oh, zählen geht jetzt schon nicht mehr? Wie blöd für dich.”

*Patsch, Patsch*

„Acht, neun.”

*Patsch, Patsch, Patsch*

„Zehn, elf, zwölf”

Und jetzt noch ein paar besonders kräftige hinten escort bayan beykoz nach.

*Patsch*

„Dreizehn.”

*Patsch*

„Vierzehn. Aaaaaa”

Da muss sie sich schon etwas winden, bald vergisst sie die Kette. Ihr werdet es schon sehen. Mir brennt jedenfalls die Handfläche und ich gönne ihr gleich eine Pause.

*Patsch*

„Fünfzehn. Aaaaaaa”

Das musste noch sein.

„Herrlich wie der Arsch sich rötet, Sklavenfotze. Und wie schade, dass du das nicht sehen kannst.

Du stehst übrigens vor einem Spiegel. Das heißt ich kann dich sehr gut sehen. Von allen Seiten, auch wenn ich hinter dir stehe.”

„Ja lausch mir nur, meine Schöne. Ich werde dir verraten, was ich heute mit dir mache.

Ich werde dich etwas stopfen.

Ich werde dich ein wenig verschnüren.

Und…

Ich werde dich strafen. Nicht wenig, versprochen!

Wundervoll, wie du mir andächtig zuhörst. Ich kann in deinem Gesicht sehen, wie sehr es dich erregt. Die Kugeln scheinen dein Fötzchen auch nicht gerade zu hindern, dass du mir den Boden einsaust. Du wirst doch eine brave Schlampe sein und ertragen, was ich dir zumute, oder… Jana?”

„Ja Herrin… ah … Ja, Miss Easter.”

*Gelächter*

„Dein Arsch hat kurz Pause. Die nächste Strafe kassiert dein Fötzchen. Bereit?”

Ah, da schwingt die Kette wieder. Sie hat es verstanden, und die Gute nickt tapfer. Hilft ihr nur nicht. Der Flogger muss her.

*Flap* Das kam für sie unerwartet.

„Aaaaaa eins.”

*Flap*

„Zwei”

*Flap*

„Drei”

*Flap*

„Vier”

*Flap*

„Fünf”

„So Jana… jetzt suche ich deinen Slip und stopfe dich mal so richtig gut aus, bevor ich dir weiter den Arsch versohle.

Schau nicht so verschreckt. Achte liebe darauf, dass die Kette in Bewegung bleibt.

Ich helfe dir ja nur, dass du nicht weiterhin so unkontrolliert auf den Boden tropfst. Das musst du doch später alles sauber machen.”

„Danke Esther!”

Es klingt erleichtert, ich weiß ja, dass sie meinen Ekelfetisch nicht so sehr teilt.

„Ach Jana, du könntest dir das Leben aber wirklich leichter machen.” *Gelächter*

„Zehn Schläge mit dem Rohrstock auf den Arsch. Aber davor stopfe ich dir deinen String in die Fotze. Keine Angst ich verknote ihn mit der Schnur der Kugeln, damit ich dir beides richtig tief hineinschieben kann. Und zur Strafe für die falsche Anrede bekommst du eine Klemme auf die Zunge. Zunge raustrecken!”

Diese Klemme ist besonders fies. Ich weiß, wie sehr sie es hasst zu sabbern. Aber so merkt sie es sich bestimmt.

„Ach Jana. Wie nass du schon bist. Jetzt saust du mir auch die Finger ein. Hoffentlich fühlst du dich jetzt gut gefüllt.

Und Jana…

Schwingen!”

*Flap*

„ans” *Gelächter*

„Gar nicht so leicht mit Klemme auf der Zunge!”

*Flap*

„twei”

*Flap*

„rei”

Da rinnen ihr schon die ersten Tränen über die Wangen. Ob das die Klemmen, der Flogger oder die Demütigung ist?

*Flap*

„ier”

*Flap*

„ün”

*Flap*

„ech”

Und noch ein kräftiger oben drauf…

*Flap*

„Aaaaaaa….ieben”

Da muss sich die Kleine aber winden. Gut so, so schwingt die Ketten wenigstens ausreichend. Ich hebe mir drei auf, die kommen dann irgendwann.

„Ich befreie dich von deiner Zungen-Klemme. Und du wirst deinen Sabber auflecken!

Runter mit dem Kopf!

Brav!

Und streck, den Arsch schön in die Höhe. Es ist okay, wenn das Gewicht sich am Boden ablegt. Du wirst danach wieder brav Schwingen dürfen.”

Der gute Frank erzählt immer sehr stolz, wie sehr seine Sklavin auf Schmerzen steht. Mein Steckenpferd ist ja mehr die Erniedrigung. Diese Pose mit dem Arsch in der Höhe mag ich auch als Bottom sehr gerne. Sie lädt gerade dazu ein, zwischen die Schenkel zu greifen und die Fotzenlippen zu verwöhnen.

„Na gefällt dir das, Schlampe?”

Da nickt sie und leckt brav weiter, die Gute. So viel gesabbert kann sie ja nicht haben, aber sie genießt wohl ihre Sonderbehandlung. Wunderbar! Also streichle ich ihr am besten etwas den Kitzler. Der ist schon ziemlich geschwollen. Da muss ich glatt aufpassen, dass ich sie nicht zum Höhepunkt bekomme.

Planänderung.

Das macht mich ziemlich an.

„Leg dich auf den Rücken. Da du gerade so gut am Lecken bist, darfst du gleich aushelfen.”

Wenn ich mich so herum auf sie hocke, habe ich einen besseren Griff auf die Nippel-Kette.

Oh, das ist ja fast wie ein Zügel.

Jippie….

Gott gleich kommt es mir.

Verdammt blöd, dass ich selbst nicht kommen darf!

„Pause, meine Schlampe! Greif zwischen deine Beine und leck erst escort bayan üsküdar wieder kurz bevor du kommst!”

Ich helfe ihr natürlich etwas und ziehe an meinen Zügeln.

*Knarr*

Logisch, dass die Herrschaften jetzt schon erscheinen. Die sind viel zu gespannt auf unser Treiben, um sich weiter zu gedulden. Zumindest brauche ich mir jetzt keine Gedanken mehr zu machen, ob ich möglichweise komme. Die Gefahr ist gebannt.

Jana leckt wieder, was das Zeug hält. Anscheinend hat sie ihre Grenze bereits erreicht. Ich gebiete ihr lieber Einhalt.

Wie enttäuscht sie schaut, dass ich ihr Leckobjekt, also mich, entfernt habe.

„Reib dich weiter!

Und weiter kleine Schlampe!

Wie schön das schmatzt, obwohl dein Loch gestopft ist.

Ja schön weiter Reiben!”

„Darf ich kommen, Miss Easter?”

Jetzt muss ich mir doch glatt das Einverständnis von Frank holen.

Der genießt meinen fragenden Blick und lässt sich ordentlich Zeit, bevor er gnädig nickt.

„Ja komm, du kleines Miststück, und komm laut!”

Okay. Diese Anweisung hätte ich bleiben lassen sollen.

Ich wusste gar nicht, wie sehr die Gute aufdrehen kann, wenn sie in Fahrt ist.

Jetzt muss ich euch doch ein wenig erzählen, was so passiert, denn mir wird hier anscheinend sehr schnell das Heft aus der Hand genommen!

Frank hat den Orgasmus nicht zur Gänze abgewartet, sondern mich mit dem nächsten Wink beiseite gescheucht. Der böse Mann reißt seiner Sklavin die Hand von der Fotze, was Jana erlösenden Schrei in ein frustriertes Knurren verwandelt. Doch Franks leises „Still”, lässt sie sofort verstummen. Sie windet sich nur noch in den Ausläufen ihres ruinierten Orgasmus.

Ein Seitenblick auf Sebastian, meinen Herrn, zeigt mir, dass er mich genau beobachtet. Er weiß, wie sehr ich es hasse aus dem Flow gerissen zu werden. Da versaut mir der liebe Frank doch wirklich das Spiel und ich darf ihm nicht einmal die Leviten lesen. Sebastian nickt zufrieden. Er sollte eigentlich wissen, dass ich keine Szene mache. Nicht wenn er anwesend ist.

Unterwerfung ist so eine Sache.

Ich liebe sie, doch ich diene nur einem Herrn. Der eine jene, der Meine, steht soeben neben mir und wartet auf meine Reaktion. Und ich warte auf Anweisung. Immerhin wurden die Machtverhältnisse gedreht. Es wäre an der Zeit, dass mir jemand sagt, was das zu bedeuten hat und wie es weitergeht.

*Patsch, patsch, patsch*

Jana bekommt ihre Abreibung mit der Peitsche. Wie meine Darbietung war, wissen die Herren ja nicht zur Gänze.

Ich habe keine Angst vor Strafen. Hat etwas nicht gepasst, so ist es das Recht meines Herrn mich dafür zu strafen.

Ich sinke vor ihm auf die Knie. Seine Anwesenheit lässt meine dominante Phase rasch abflauen, vor allem weil er sie nicht aktiv unterstützt. Auf seinem Gesicht lese ich Wohlwollen mir gegenüber und Interesse am Geschehen hinter mir. Ich werde meine aktive Periode nutzen und ihm meine Dienste anbieten.

Oder was meint ihr? Soll ich?

O nein, ich werde unsicher.

Mein Herr kennt mich gut.

Er öffnet seine Hose und ich darf an mein Werk. Ich empfinde das Klatschen hinter meinem Rücken als anregende Begleitung zum Verwöhnen meines Herrn. Habe ich auf ein angenehmes Tempo gehofft, werde ich enttäuscht. Kaum habe ich den Schwanz befeuchtet, packt mein Herr meinen Hinterkopf und presst mich auf ihn.

*Patsch, Patsch, Patsch*

So ein Glück dass ich brav trainiert hab. Die Tränen drückt es mir dennoch in die Augen. Seine Härte so tief in meinem Schlund. Mein Sabber tropft unkontrolliert auf den Boden. Mich macht das heiß und es macht mich tierisch an, dass ich so wenig Luft bekomme. Er spritzt mir in den Mund. Ich darf erst schlucken, wenn er es erlaubt. Leise gibt er mir seine Anweisungen direkt ins Ohr und schickt mich meines Weges.

Frank hat Jana umgedreht und bearbeitet jetzt ihr Vorderseite. Warum lässt er sie nicht zählen?

Aber mir soll es gleichsein.

„Setz dich auf ihr Gesicht”, und ich tue das.

.

Jetzt darf sie meinen Saft aus meiner Fotze lecken, der mittlerweile auch bei mir zu fließe begonnen hat. An ihrem Zungenschlag merke ich, wie widerwillig sie es tut. Währenddessen gehen die Schläge weiter. Frank schlägt fester zu als ich. Er kennt ihre Grenze. Ich spüre sie unter mir zucken. Ein kleiner Wink von ihm und ich gehe neben ihr auf die Knie, um den beiden zuzusehen. Janas Mund ist weit geöffnet und ihr Kopf nach hinten gebeugt.

„Darf ich kommen, Herr?”

„Ja, komm!”, sagt er fast liebevoll und die Schläge kommen im gleichen Rhythmus und stoppen erst, als sie bebend ein zweites Mal zum Höhepunkt kommt.

Unbemerkt ist mein Herr an meiner Seite gekommen und zieht mich mit sich. Ich blicke zurück auf die beiden. Frank hat sich zu Jana auf den Boden gelegt und streichelt sie.

Wir verlassen den Raum Ich sehe Sebastian an. Er lächelt.

„Gut gemacht, meine Schöne!”

Und ich senke demütig den Kopf. Wie sonderbar es ist den Raum im Machtrausch zu betreten und mit tiefer Hingabe zu verlassen.

Findest du nicht?

Für mich ist es das Größte.

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Helen is my partner, and she loves sex. Which makes me happy, as I do as well. She has had several boyfriends since getting divorced, and she was seeing one man when she first met me, or rather, him and his friend … more of that another day though

The other week she came home a bit flustered, and told me that she had had a phone call from Ben (boyfriend when she met me). He had rung her work on business, not knowing that she worked there (different company), and he recognised her voice, asked if it was her, and told her who he was. He started talking dirty she said, asking if she was getting enough cock these days, and asked her is she still liked to wear short denim skirts, because he missed fucking her doggy style with the skirt pushed up over her hips and feeling her tits in his hands as he fucked her. She said her boss came in then so she tried to talk normally to him, and he switched on to what she was doing. He ended the call by saying that he would pop by, now that he knew where she worked

By this time, she was on her back on our bed, and I was sucking her nipples whilst fingering her through her g-strings, feeling how wet she was getting, so I slid on top and we fucked each other

Last Friday, she got home a bit later than normal, and she took me by the hand, and pulled me onto the bed and told me to escort bayan kadıköy strip her and fuck her. She was panting and just about stripped herself, and as her clothes came off, I could smell cum, in fact looking closely, her tits had dried cum on them, and her g-strings were covered in it. I wasted no time talking, and went down on her, she was still wet and swollen, and whilst I tongued her, pulling her clit with my teeth, she told me what had happened to her

Ben came by just after lunch, with Mike, his mate from a few years ago. They chose Friday, because most businesses slow down then, and with only having a small staff anyway, they took a chance that she would be alone. She was, her boss and the sales team were out at lunch, and Helen knew they wouldn’t be back. She was in the back when they rang the bell on the counter, and she said she nearly fainted when she came out and saw them both there. Helen only wears g-strings (sometimes high-cut teddies/body suits, which are see through) to work, under her tight-fitting trousers – no vpl she says, flattish shoes and a shirt with a normal bra (but she said, if she had known they were coming she would have worn something else)

When she got over the shock of seeing them, she said her pussy started to escort bayan kartal get wet, and her nipples got hard too, which they both noticed, Ben and Mike both commenting on them, saying that they hoped they still tasted as good as they remembered! After a few questions about the company product, they came around the counter, and asked if she was alone. Helen told them she was, and with that, Mike, who was standing to one side of her put his hands on her hips and turned her to face Ben, who leant forward and kissed her neck whilst starting to undo her blouse. Mike had already undone the zip on her trousers and was pulling them down off her hips, and then he stopped to pull his own trousers down, pressing his hard cock into her arse. Helen said he was bare, no jocks, and wet with pre-cum. Ben by now had her blouse undone and was tugging it off her arms, before undoing her bra and then bending down to suck her tits, fondling them at the same time, and squeezing them too

Helen said he stopped playing with her whilst he stripped, and sat back on her desk, then put his hand on her head pulling her forward. She said she didn’t hesitate, just went down on him, and he tasted as good as she remembered. She always liked giving him head, as she was a good size she told escort bayan maltepe me, and tasted so good. Mike had stripped too, and was just coming from locking the door, he reached forward to play with her breasts, before pulling her trousers off over her shoes, and then her g-strings, and then he got under her and started to lick her pussy. She said that this was a bit awkward because of the desk, and her sucking Ben off, so he got up, and sat next to Ben, so could suck them both off, turn and turn about

They stayed like this for a few minutes before Ben got up, opened his backpack and took out a short, very short, denim mini-skirt, which he told her to put on, and a pair of high heels – Helen said he even got the size right too! They were black, patent spike heels, and as soon as she had the clothes on, she had her head pulled back onto Mikes cock, which was getting really wet and he was starting to moan, whilst Ben had put his cock into her pussy, pushing up her skirt and was pounding into her. Helen said she loved the feeling, of being used , and could feel herself cumming too. They all seemed to cum at the same time; Mike pulled out just after he came, so she only got to swallow a bit of his cum, the rest went on her tits; and she came over Ben’s cock, who also pulled out and came over her arse and pussy. He then turned her around and she licked the remaining cum off him, before doing the same to Mike.

They told her to keep the skirt and shoes in her car, as they would be coming back again in a few weeks, with another mate, and some more clothing, but nothing too substantial though, just enough

I can’t wait for them to cum back, and nor can she. Will let you know what happens

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The Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club

Chp 1 Meet the Ladies Part 2

The night continues and we see the 14 Indian women in action.

The boys arrived back obviously a little affected by the high priced shots of Johnnie Walker Black I had provided them with. All the women had their voting card issued by Ruth to place 3 2 1 on, with each card secretly coded so Ruth and I could see who voted for who. I had Ruth draw a couple’s name from an empty bowl containing all the duos. I looked at the names Daulat and his aunt Sai but called out Gangeesh and his aunt Navya. I wanted to get off to a good start with the women seeing Gangeesh’s 12-inch monster. And it worked.

Ruth escorted a nude Gangeesh out from the toilets. His 12-inch rod with a knob the size of a small mandarin was quivering stiff. Thick veins pulsed steadily along its length and a collective murmur of amazement rose from the women, even from those who had heard before of what to expect. Then his 46-year-old 205-pound size 18 aunt Navya entered and her eyes widened at astonishment at the size of her nephew’s log. I knew then that my fast bowler was going to be a tired boy at practices and matches. The excitement that Gangeesh had created subsided and appraising eyes turned to the aunt. You can be lucky or not and this time I was very very lucky.

She was quite dark-skinned being from Kola and was as big as a forest tree trunk. Not over fat, just wide-shouldered, thick bellied with solid meaty arms and thighs. My eyes like those of everyone fastened on the 48DD tits swaying as she walked, but more specifically zeroing in on her nipples which were the size of a week-old calf’s teats. What was the DNA in that family? Almost as aside I noticed she was shaved with finger-thick cunt lips on a prominent Filipina style mound.

Navya used the thumb and fingers of both hands to encircle Gangeesh’s cock before holding the circle they formed to show the size to everyone at the table. The 2 approached Anupama who was waiting nude on a modern L shaped sofa. Even her nipples were insignificant when compared to Navya’s. Ruth told the duo to arrange Anupama and told them to start their 15 minutes on her call. The BBW Indian arranged Anupama on her knees and palms at one open end of the black imitation leather lounge with her arse facing our table. Navya knelt with her back and thick arse cheeks facing us and her face ready to bury itself into Anupama’s slit from behind. Gangeesh was furthest away from us standing behind the backless section of the L shape with his log inches from my Accounting partner’s face.

Ruth called time and their 15 minutes began.

Anupama’s long tongue rolled out like a welcome mat and Gangeesh laid his cock head on it. Like a butterfly her tongue flicked around the bottom side of his glans, sending thrills throughout him as he remembered the week before. Navya reached and used her hand to smack her nephew’s dick on Anupama’s face several times. Unable to wait longer, Gangeesh leaned forward and let his weight be supported on his left hand on the couch near Anupama’s wrists. A quick hunch of his hips sent his 12-inch tool partly into her receptive mouth. She immediately began sucking and licking the three inches he put into her. Her tongue was everywhere at once; wrapping around the head, sliding along the bottom of his shaft in a swirling motion. Then she lifted her neck and lowered her head to work her lips farther and farther up his shaft. Five inches then six seven and eight disappeared as she began gagging both from the length and girth, as her mouth stretched to take the monster.

“Aaaah, yes, use your tongue. Christ, that feels good,” Gangeesh moaned.

Simultaneously Navya learnt forward to reach Anupama’s slit from behind and began her assault on her. She began blowing air across her clit and Anupama thrust back wanting actual physical contact. Navya lapped her tongue over her clit and my Indian accounting partner groaned in pleasure. She was like a firecracker waiting to go off, knowing she faced 13 separate consecutive bouts of 15 minutes.

Navya finished her preliminaries and got down to some serious tonguing. One hand steadied Anupama’s arse while her other reached down to pleasure her clit. Soon the squelching sounds we had had at the table recommenced and under the bright light above the sofa, we could see Navya’s juices wetting her inside thighs and staining the polished boards beneath her. I could hear amazed gasps from the other end of the table but put it down to the copious love juice Navya was releasing. Anupama had swallowed 10 inches but suddenly gagged, pulled back and semi puked before again raising her mouth over his spit-slick tip and letting a long dollop of saliva fall onto his cock knob and the shaft beneath it. Her hand took this lubricant and rubbed it up and down his shaft bringing a groan from Gangeesh.

After a few seconds, her mouth came back up over his cock head and she kissed it lovingly before opening her mouth mecidiyeköy escort wide and diving down on his tool, took the first seven inches of his thick erection to the back of her throat. Then she took another 2 inches and Gangeesh felt the gripping walls of her throat massaging his glans and he knew she was going to try to eat all 12 inches. Anupama was breathing heavily through her nose, getting her throat ready for more. Her hand let go of the base of his cock and she forced her face down further.

Then it happened. Navya came from her self frigging; her body shaking, and tongued Anupama furiously, licking from arse to clit, sucking her clit then spreading her arse cheeks and driving her tongue deep into Anupama’s love channel. Then, repeat and repeat. I hadn’t expected Anupama to cum in the first bout but she bucked and trembled as she came. Navya came again feeling this and reached up and forward, grabbed Anupama’s head and rammed her face down onto her nephew’s cock. Gangeesh felt his dick bend as it followed the tunnel of her throat. Her lips crushed themselves into his pubic hairs as she shook from her orgasm and took all twelve fat inches like a porno queen. It reminded me of the many Facial Abuse videos I had watched. Only by accident, of course.

“Aaawwww, shit!” Gangeesh gasped as Anupama held his cock deep in her throat for about fifteen seconds before he exploded. Navya held her head with her nephew fully embedded in her gullet for another 30 seconds before the gagging, coughing, vomiting Anupama managed to jerk her head off his tool which slowly deflated to it normal 7 inches.

With Gangeesh gone for the rest of the session, Navya continued solo. She turned so she sat facing the table and spread her legs wide. One hand went to her clit, the other started to finger fuck Anupama. Now I understood the earlier gasps from the other end of the table and Anupama’s earlier startled exclamation when she started eating Navya from under the table.

You can be lucky and sometimes really lucky and then you can have this. First my planned showing of Gangeesh’s 12-inch log, then the performance by Navya and now this. You have probably googled and seen Keyanna Moore aka Klytoria and her thick 3-inch clit. Natural, not a hormone created bodybuilders clit. You can tell the difference. Well, Navya’s was a slightly smaller carbon copy and she was stroking her wet slippery slug. It was trapped between her first two fingers, standing proud by an inch and a half with its head a paler colour. As she stroked her soaking wet trench she pulled the clit hood pulled back to show the full length of the immense clit.

Her other hand had two fingers, so roughly the size of my cock, in Anupama finger fucking her. Every minute or so Navya would shake and cum. She had lost the plot and was pleasuring herself rather than making Anupama cum. Ruth called 15 minutes and Navya reluctantly left, cum drool leaking from her and still playing with and displaying her swollen clit.

The second draw from the bowl saw Raj and his solid, average looking 22-year-old sister Ira. They like most of the 6 duos that followed showed little variety. The female knelt before Anupama as she sat and tongued her while Anupama sucked cock from the standing male and it was only the time and quantity that caused Anupama to cum 5 times from the 7 duos. That included Isha and his 18-year-old year 12 Catholic school sister Vanya. I had smiled when I pulled out their names, knowing from the last week, that Isha although very quiet and I had thought reserved was extremely kinky and was capable of making the Indian come very hard and often. But my hope to put some life in the contest slumped when Isha, who had consumed too much of my Johnnie Walker black label, lay slumped on the table.

I started to draw out another set of names but the 18-year-old, having ripped off her school uniform was already kneeling before Anupama. She was tiny and thin, completely shaven and her small tiny boobs still had puffy nipples. She placed Anupama’s legs over her shoulders and started licking like she was devouring a tub of ice cream. Her tongue was a blur of motion and then her fingers started attacking her pussy. No one could maintain that pace but when Anupama. came after 4 minutes, the tiny 18-year-old shook violently as she came too but attacked even faster, finally slumping exhausted after her 15 minutes having accounted for 3 of the 5 cums I mentioned before staggering back to her seat. Her cum juice covered face had a smile on it.

With Anupama being the first Indian woman I had been involved with I was now seeing differences between them and the Vietnamese I was familiar with. First their hair. It was darker, thicker, stronger and more glossy thanks to the coconut oil. A definite win for the Indians. Second their jewellery. Heavy dark yellow gold and masses of it. The Vietnamese although also using 24-carat yellow gold use it to display diamonds and jade. The Indian wedding bayan escort season is October and 15 million weddings increase the world price of gold. I saw how that colour compliments their skin tones more so than on the Vietnamese, although the Vietnamese display their diamonds to greater effect.

And then their bodies. Mostly chunkier and thicker than the Vietnamese and although there were exceptions there such as the 46-year-old aunt Sai and her 44D tits, most were relatively small titted for their body size. A win for the Vietnamese petite beauty here but when an Indian had a body such as the prostitute Anvi or Pari, Sabal’s 19-year-old girlfriend there was no comparison. Both of these females were tall with long shapely legs and firm waisted with high mounted firm tits that were proportionately large for their body. No Vietnamese could match those bodies unless they submitted to the surgeon’s knife.

Facially you had the heavily tastefully made flat planned Vietnamese versus the more natural rounded, often double-chinned Indians. Flat versus hooked noses. But again an exception; a top-shelf Indian’s features were superior to Vietnamese, although the average Vietnamese was more attractive than Indian and far more likely to wear sexy clothes. And last, the pubic hair. The Indians were far thicker fuller and while I am no great fan of hairy bushes, it allowed some very creative pussy shaving. I liked Anupama’s 6 in long 2 inch wide thick landing strip but with a large bush, anything was possible. Anyway, I knew I was looking forward to seeing the two races compete in sexfights.

But with only 5 cums from the last 7 duos including Vanya’s 3, it was becoming boring. Ruth pulled out the next names. I ignored them and called out Bharat and his 45-year-old aunt Priya. She was already nude having discarded her belly dancer outfit at the greeting eating. She strutted on her extreme heels to Anupama her fingers already deep in her pussy. She was ready for business and my last hope to get the evening back on track. There was no doubt her horniness was no pretence. Apart from her face which fell in the very good Indian group, I mentioned previously and her 36C 30 38 body which although not 100% taut was for 45 years old quite good. As she passed close to me and Saanvi I could see her kohl enhanced eyes, good makeup, gold nose stud and her nipple and clit rings.

I whispered to Saanvi that she would be last and gave her encouragement and some more information, and noticed her hand was soon resting on my cock stroking it into hardness.

Instead of kneeling before the waiting Indian like the others Priya slid onto the sofa and went into 69. Within 15 seconds Anupama was enthusiastically responding to Priya’s challenge of who would cum first. At 3 minutes Anupama. exploded followed by Priya 5 seconds later. Priya rolled on top of my Accounting partner reached up and around and widened her arse cheeks, stopped eating long enough to scream at Bharat to fuck her arse before returning to her eating of Anupama.

With her nephew kneeling behind her ploughing her arse she tongued Anupama and accepted the same from her. Priya came again followed by Anupama, then Priya as her nephew unloaded in her arse. Suddenly a jet of cum streamed through the air landing just short of the sofa. Then 3 more. It was Nabh while his cousin the 21-year-old Dhriti was swearing at him imploring him to save it for their turn. As you probably all know the world record for the longest distance is Host Schutz 18 feet 9 inches. I always thought he should have been christened Horse Shoots, but Nabh was not much shorter than the world record with his fourth fifth and six efforts.

The night was now on fire and next up was another couple Prajit and his 44-year-old cousin. Anushka had frozen when Anupama had eaten the women under the table, but when finally eaten, the short solid dark-skinned Madurai born Indian had exploded into the quickest orgasm, both exposing and pinching her nipples as she screamed. It wasn’t the same woman who froze before now in front of everyone. She followed Priya’s example went into a mutual 69. Anupama had been going for 140 minutes without break and this time when she came her whole body shuddered.

“My arse,” Anushka screamed and Prajit as per her instructions drilled it home and started fucking his cousin who was 22 years older than him.

When she came Anushka screamed, “Change.”

Prajit pulled out, Anushka rolled Anupama to the top and a willing Prajit slammed his cock into Anupama’s arse. Three more orgasms from Anupama and two from Anushka enable the switch to be made 5 more times before it was Nabh and Dhriti’s chance for fame. Unfortunately, they were still arguing about Nabh’s earlier display and Nabh walked off leaving Dhriti to go alone, which she did but without Vanya’s solo success. The 46-year-old elegant sophisticated Mumbai businesswoman Tanvi and Metab who was renting in a house she owned were maslak escort the second last duo I called out. The real slip of paper for this duo Ruth had pulled out 5 places earlier but I was God. Tanvi had been visiting her property to collect back rent and she had heard Metab unsuccessfully attempting to convince his sister to come and stepped in offering her services as his partner.

Nude, the 46-year-old was very interesting. She was the lightest skinned woman there and the only one without long straight black hair. Hers had a soft perm with a brownish colouring lightening her natural black. Her face showed distinct traits of her Vietnamese mother. While not as tall as the prostitute Anvi or the 19 good looking Pari with their flat muscled bellies and large yet firm tits which sat high on their bodies she was from a similar mould with perhaps better legs. She was nor curvy and soft like the horny exhibitionist Priya, but her quite large tits were far firmer than the majority of women there, whether they were solid, short, large or thin.

Face wise as I said she had Vietnamese traces and her features were leaner and more defined, so overall she was the best package of the 15 women including Anupama who were there. I was interested to see her in action and it was impressive. She too went for the 69 position and dragged 3 long wailing writhing orgasms from Anupama. Metab who had cum quickly in the first round the week before when Anupama pulled the Indian train again came watching this opening so took no further part.

Then she got her fingers into her and I could see from Anupama’s face she had found her G spot. I expected her to drag multiple semi-continuous cums from her but she didn’t. Anupama’s moans and shrieks rose and fell like a police siren and the Indian women, who were novices at pleasuring women were applauding her for hanging on so long fighting orgasm. I knew better. I knew the truth. Tanvi was toying with her. Bringing her close to orgasm then stopping. Rinse and repeat/ Rinse and repeat till the 15 minutes were up and deep down Anupama knew she was being played with.

It left only the oldest Saanvi as I had arranged. She and her son Angard approached Anupama. Saanvi was the oldest there at 52 and was the opposite body shape to Priya. A pinched face and a thin 32 26 32 with long legs on her 5 ft 2-inch 90-pound frame, versus Priya’s attractive faced curvy 36C 30 38. She was a great actress though “accidentally stumbling” over the sports bag I had placed earlier near the sofa and “discovering” the strap on inside. She attached it to herself and Angard presented his cock to the kneeling still very aroused Anupama from the front. Angard fed it in and Anupama took his rod until she had about five inches in her skilled mouth. Her hand gripped his exposed shaft and began jacking him as she began corkscrewing her lips up and down his fuckstick. She hummed around her meaty prisoner. Her fist became a blur, urging him toward a climax. At the top of a suck, she took her mouth off him and used one hand on his sensitive knob.

Suddenly she reared back as Saanvi, unseen behind her, hammered the strap on cock into her doggy style. Luckily her arse was lubed from the previous arse fucking. Saanvi’s hips were thrusting in and out like a piston and one arm reached around to frig Anupama’s clit. Completely aroused from Tanvi’s previous dominating arousal that had gone unnoticed by the women she screamed and her body spasmed as she came. Still fucking her arse with the strap on Saanvi brought 2 more body shaking orgasms from the aroused Indian accountant.

“Fuck her throat my son,” she screamed, and Angard again put his cock in Anupama’s mouth as Saanvi continued her relentless arse fucking. She reached forward, entwined a hand in Anupama’s hair and drove her head forward so all of her son’s cock was embedded fully in her mouth. She kept fucking Anupama’s arse and frigging her clit as Angard moaned and released his load. With her mouth sealed she tried to swallow but still cum flowed from her nose down her cheeks. Angard withdrew spent and Saanvi pulled out sped to replace her son and drove the strap on which was as large as Asgard’s cock fully into Anupama’s throat. Anupama was gagging and retching but Saanvi didn’t fuck her, just left it fully embedded and reached down to resume her fingering of the Indian woman’s clit. Despite the fear of choking Anupama reared and spasmed as Saanvi drew yet another huge orgasm from her. Saanvi continued and as she came again her arms flopped lifelessly, then her body collapsed. Denied of oxygen and semi-unconscious she slid off the strap on.

Again I sent the boys to the bar to spend my money and I got up to address the women. Some men have huge cocks, others chiselled bodies, other men great faces or sex appeal. But I have something better: the ability to speak and make people believe in their dreams. And God am I am good. So good I almost believe the crap I am spouting myself. I should have been a politician but I was too honest. Anyway, I got underway.

First I told them as I consulted the votes that Saanvi and Priya had tied for first, and that Vanya had gained third place with her solo effort. And if you believe that was the true result then I have the Sydney Harbour Bridge to sell you.

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Gressilda, falls Du noch hier unterwegs bist: Ich knie vor Dir und küsse Deine sicherlich sehr schönen Füße. Vergib mir, ich habe Dein Personal geklaut. Ich konnte nicht anders, Deine Namen, vor allem Felix, Niklas und Elias, sie waren so schön.

Auch die Geschichte hat zu Beginn Ähnlichkeiten mit Deiner, sie ist aber eigenständig, schon weil mein Fetisch ein wenig anders ist als Deiner. Nimm es bitte als ehrfurchtsvolle Hommage.

Für alle anderen Leser: Wem die Geschichte zu homoerotisch ist, der möge sich erstens in die Ecke stellen und schämen, zweitens ein wenig Geduld haben, ab Kapitel 14 wird es besser, versprochen.

Und nur der guten Ordnung halber: Alle handelnden Personen sind 18 Jahre alt oder älter. Für den, der es genau wissen will: 20 Jahre alt oder älter.

Kapitel 1

In dem es Erscheinungen gibt

Das muss ein Stück vom Paradies sein, oder vom Himmel, oder was man sonst so dazu sagt, dachte Felix. Dabei lande ich doch garantiert nicht einmal in der Nähe davon, jedenfalls dann nicht, wenn auch nur einer der diversen Lehrer recht behalten sollte, die mich unterrichtet haben. Und falls sie allesamt unrecht hatten? Na, dann erst recht nicht, denn dann gibt es weder Himmel noch Paradies. Geschieht mir recht, dachte Felix. Perverse kommen nun einmal nirgendwo hin — nirgendwo, wo es schön ist jedenfalls.

Dabei ist es doch eigentlich richtig schön hier. Die Sonne scheint, der Sommer ist warm, ich bin im Urlaub und sitze hier auf der Bank am Rande des Marktplatzes dieser malerischen Kleinstadt. Und gerade ist ein Stück vom Paradies an mir vorbeigegangen.

Das Stück Paradies hatte die Form eines Jungen gehabt, vielleicht ebenso alt — pardon, ebenso jung wie Felix selbst, nicht klein aber feingliedrig und schmal, mit feinen Gesichtszügen und langem blonden Haar. Er hatte Shorts und ein ausgeblichenes T-Shirt getragen, als er den Wochenmarkt wieder verließ auch eine große Tasche aus derbem Leinen, die gut gefüllt zu sein schien.

Das alles war aber Nebensache, viel interessanter war, was der Junge nicht getragen hatte, er war nämlich barfuß gelaufen. Und das war nicht alles gewesen, die Art wie sich der Junge bewegt hatte… Der Wochenmarkt war gut besucht, Einheimische und Touristen schlenderten, eilten zielstrebig oder standen auf dem gepflasterten Platz zwischen den Ständen, es war nicht der ideale Ort, um ohne Schuhe zu gehen.

Aber der Junge… Felix hatte ihn eine Weile beobachten können, immer wieder hatte er die nackten Füße zwischen all den anderen Schuhen, Sandalen und Socken aufblitzen sehen. Und sie hatten sich stets mit einer beinahe tänzerischen, sicheren Eleganz bewegt. Felix hatte das deutliche Gefühl gehabt, als ob hier und da jemand regelrecht versucht hatte, dem Jungen auf die Zehen zu treten, aber der war jeweils mühelos ausgewichen, sogar ohne dabei auch nur einmal aus dem Tritt zu kommen. Natürlich hatte der Junge ihn bemerkt. Sein Blick war konzentriert und misstrauisch gewesen, als hätte er abschätzen wollen, ob Felix ihm auch auf die Füße treten wollte.

Das wohl nicht, aber vielleicht hat er gedacht, dass ich ihm ein Bein stellen würde, dachte Felix, nachdem der schmale Junge in einer Nebenstraße verschwunden war. Er war mit seiner großen Tasche an Felix Bank vorbeigekommen, als er den Wochenmarkt schließlich verlassen hatte. Ihre Blicke hatten sich für einen winzigen Moment getroffen und es hatte Felix einen Stich ins Herz gegeben. Der Blick war nicht feindselig gewesen, jedenfalls nicht offen feindselig, aber trotzdem… wie gerne hätte Felix gehabt, dass der schmale Junge ihm ein Lächeln geschenkt hätte.

Er hatte sich schon lange mit der Tatsache abgefunden, dass er nun einmal pervers war, weil er auf Füße stand. Das war auch kaum glaubwürdig zu leugnen, wann immer er nackte Füße erspähte, oder auch nur Füße ohne Strümpfe in Sandalen — er konnte seinen Blick einfach nicht abwenden. Vielleicht hätte Felix auch noch akzeptieren können, dass ihm anscheinend vollkommen gleich war, ob es sich bei dem Besitzer der Füße um ein Mädchen oder einen Jungen handelte.

Er hatte Freundinnen gehabt, nicht viele aber eine Jungfrau war er auch nicht mehr. Sie hatten seine Verehrung ihrer Füße eher geduldet als wirklich haben wollen, aber es hatte auch noch etwas anderes gefehlt. Er hatte einen Klassenkameraden gehabt, mindestens ebenso Einzelgänger wie er selbst, und sie hatten sich geküsst, ihre Körper gegenseitig erkundet, auch ein wenig mehr getan.

Felix hatte es genossen, auch wenn er sich hinterher deswegen geschämt hatte. Aber es hatte wieder etwas gefehlt, etwas Wichtiges. Felix ahnte ganz tief in seinem Inneren, was es war, aber er war einfach nicht in der Lage, es sich einzugestehen.

Jetzt war er also weg, der schmale Junge mit den langen blonden Haaren und den nackten Füßen. Und schöne Füße hatte er, Felix hatte genau hinsehen können, als sie an ihm vorbeigegangen waren. Nein, getanzt waren sie, an ihm vorbeigetanzt. Zierlich und schmal, genau wie ihr Besitzer, der ganz sicher nur sehr selten Schuhe trug, caddebostan escort wie Felix sich vorstellte. Wie gerne wäre er hinterhergelaufen, hätte den Jungen kennengelernt, sich mit ihm unterhalten, er hätte auch gerne geholfen, die Tasche zu tragen, die zu groß und zu schwer aussah für so einen zierlichen Jungen.

Träum weiter, dachte Felix, aber im Träumen, da war er unübertroffen. So fand er sich am Nachmittag mitten in den Feldern wieder, die das Städtchen umgaben. Er hatte sich tatsächlich getraut, seine Schuhe zu Hause zu lassen — he, wenn der schmale Junge das konnte — und so trug er nur eine kurze bequeme Sporthose.

Die Landschaft war nicht platt, aber doch rechtschaffenes Flachland, nur gelegentlich vom Tal eines Flüsschens durchschnitten, Felder und Wälder gestatteten einen weiten Blick. Hier und da streckte ein Kirchturm seine Spitze in die Höhe und zeigte an, dass neben dem Städtchen noch einige Dörfer in die Landschaft eingebettet lagen.

Es duftete herrlich nach Gras und reifendem Korn, manchmal mischte sich Kamille oder der eigenartig süße Geruch des Raps darunter. Die Sonne stand hoch an einem fast wolkenlosen Himmel und motivierte die Insekten zu summender Tätigkeit.

Felix schlenderte, genoss den Sommer, genoss auch den Boden unter seinen nackten Fußsohlen, stellte sich vor, dass der schmale Junge neben ihm ging… Moment, dachte er, wo bin ich jetzt? Habe ich hier an dieser Stelle nicht einen blonden Haarschopf gesehen, über einem Feld, das noch grün war, weit entfernt, vor einigen Tagen? Könnte es sein, dass er das war, damals? Vor sich, freilich noch in einiger Entfernung, sah Felix ein Waldstück. Vielleicht lag ja dahinter das Dorf, wo der schmale blonde Junge wohnte?

Ohne recht zu wissen, wie er bis dorthin gekommen war, stand Felix plötzlich am Waldrand. Hier war Schatten, die Luft war zwar nicht kühl, aber doch bei weitem nicht so heiß wie nebenan in den Feldern. Es ging wenig Wind, im Wald war es still. Auch die Gerüche änderten sich, Felix schnupperte und achtete, dass er nicht auf lose Äste trat. Einen Weg hatte er nicht gesehen. Der Wald war größer, als es aus der Entfernung den Anschein gehabt hatte. Felix dachte gerade darüber nach, ob er umkehren sollte, da lag er plötzlich auf dem Boden.

Er hatte seine Angreifer — es mussten mehrere sein — weder gesehen noch gehört. Sie hatten seine Arme gepackt, ihm ein Bein gestellt und dann nach vorne umgeworfen, wobei sie darauf geachtet hatten, dass er nicht mit dem Kopf auf den Waldboden schlug. Wenn Felix genauer darüber nachdachte, hatten sie ihn sogar an seinen Armen festgehalten und sanft auf den Boden gleiten lassen. Sie hielten seine Arme immer noch gestreckt nach hinten, und in seinem Rücken fühlte er Füße, die ihn am Boden festhielten. Nackte Füße!

Nach dem ersten Adrenalinschub, den der Überfall und der Sturz ausgelöst hatten, kam jetzt gleich der nächste. Ob einer seiner Angreifer der schmale Junge vom Markt war? Wie viele mochten es überhaupt sein? Die ihn festgehalten und zu Fall gebracht hatten, mussten zwei sein, denn er fühlte zwei Füße auf seinem Rücken, die sicher nicht zu nur einem Jungen gehörten.

Jungen? Obwohl er niemanden gesehen hatte, war Felix sich sicher, dass es sich um Jungen handeln musste. Die Hände, die seine Handgelenke und Unterarme eisern festhielten, gehörten ganz sicher zu Jungen. Und sie trugen beide keine Schuhe, so wie der Junge vom Markt… so wie er selber.

Ganz bestimmt musste einer von ihnen der Junge vom Markt sein. Hatte er Freunde, die genau so waren wie er? Vor seinem Gesicht tauchte ein drittes Paar Füße auf. Noch ein Junge! Dieser hockte sich vor Felix hin und er konnte sehen, dass der Junge eine Art Lendenschurz aus grobem Stoff trug.

Dann wurde es dunkel, weil der dritte Junge ihm die Augen verbunden hatte. Felix spürte, wie er in Panik zu geraten drohte, aber er schaffte es, sich wieder zu beruhigen. Sich wehren zu wollen, hatte ohnehin wenig Sinn, sie hatten ihn gut im Griff. Was passierte hier? Erlaubten sich die Jungen einen Spaß mit ihm?

Felix wusste sofort, dass das nicht stimmen konnte. Die Jungen hatten bis jetzt nicht gesprochen, sie waren ganz offensichtlich ein eingespieltes Team. Jetzt wurde sein Kopf an den Haaren hochgezogen und so öffnete er auch den Mund, als er spürte, wie ihm jemand ein Stück Ast gegen die Lippen drückte. Er lag hier im Wald, hilflos seinen Angreifern ausgeliefert, die ihn geknebelt und ihm die Augen verbunden hatten!

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Da stand der Junge nun vor ihnen, ein Stück Ast als Knebel im Mund und ein Streifen Stoff als Augenbinde. Er zitterte, hielt aber die Hände schön brav über dem Kopf.

“Was machen wir mit ihm, Elias? Soll ich Meister Niklas holen?”

Ja, was sollten sie mit ihm machen? Elias war einem Gefühl gefolgt und noch einmal zum Waldrand zurückgekehrt, nachdem er die Einkäufe verstaut hatte. Er hatte schon wieder zum Hof zurückgehen wollen, als der Junge in den Feldern aufgetaucht war. Elias hatte anadolu yakası escort ihn gleich erkannt, es war der hochgewachsene Junge, der am Markt auf der Bank gesessen hatte.

Ob der ihm gefolgt war? Es sah nicht so aus, auch war der Junge Elias eigentlich ganz freundlich vorgekommen. Elias erwischte sich dabei, wie er sich wünschte, der Junge möge umkehren, aber der konnte seine Gedanken natürlich nicht hören und ging weiter, in den Wald.

Damit hatte Elias keine andere Wahl mehr gehabt, er war zum Hof zurückgekehrt und hatte Julian und Leon als Verstärkung geholt. Eine von Niklas eisernen Regeln: Gefährliche Dinge nie alleine machen. Ob das hier gefährlich werden würde, das konnte man nicht so genau vorhersagen, also musste es als gefährlich angesehen werden. Wo war Niklas überhaupt? Elias hatte ihn am Hof nicht gesehen, wahrscheinlich arbeitete er mit Fabian an irgendetwas Elektrischem. Also schüttelte Elias auf Julians Frage nur stumm den Kopf.

Der Wald war Privatgelände, allerdings stand natürlich nur an der Zufahrt ein Schild, und einen Zaun gab es auch nicht. Aber Niklas duldete nicht, dass Fremde hier so einfach herumliefen, er verscheuchte daher jeden, der dem Hof zu nahe kam. Fürs Scheuchen war es in diesem Fall vielleicht schon ein wenig spät.

Elias war noch in seinen Gedanken versunken, als Leon plötzlich auf den Jungen zutrat und vorsichtig, aber zielsicher seine Turnhose herunterzog. Elias wollte zuerst eingreifen, es fiel ihm aber nicht schnell genug ein, wie, und jetzt… jetzt standen sie zu dritt um den Jungen herum und waren froh, dass sie ihm die Augen verbunden hatten.

Jedenfalls war Elias froh, denn sie standen alle drei mit offenem Mund da, und hätte der Junge sie so sehen können, er hätte wohl jeden Respekt verloren. Elias hatte ja vorher schon gut sehen können, dass der hochgewachsene Junge ausgesprochen fit und muskulös war, aber erst jetzt, wo sie seinen Körper komplett nackt sehen konnten, war dieses Kunstwerk überhaupt zu würdigen.

Selbst Elias, der mit Kunst nicht viel am Hut hatte, verspürte das dringende Bedürfnis, einen Marmorblock zu finden und eine Statue von diesem Körper zu meißeln. Einen perfekten Marmorblock bitteschön, denn alles andere wäre eine Frechheit dem Jungen gegenüber gewesen.

Der schmächtige Leon hatte sich natürlich als Erster gefangen und umkreiste jetzt lautlos und auf Zehenspitzen den immer noch zitternd dastehenden Jungen. Man hatte den Eindruck, dass er den Anblick mit allen Details in sich aufsaugte. Das lohnte sich aber auch wirklich. Elias, der hinter dem Jungen stand, hatte noch nie einen so schönen, muskulösen Rücken gesehen.

Die Schultern waren breit, aber nicht übertrieben, überhaupt hatte Elias nicht das Gefühl, einen Bodybuilder oder das Ergebnis von Arbeit im Fitnessstudio vor sich zu haben. Aber wie sonst bekommt man einen so schönen, harmonischen Körper? Diese kräftigen langen Beine, dieser runde, wunderschöne Knackarsch…

Elias musste sich wirklich beherrschen, nicht mit seinen Fingern die Muskelstränge auf dem Rücken des Jungen nachzuzeichnen. Er blickte in Leons rundes Gesicht, das wie erwartet ein glückliches Lächeln zeigte. Leon war viel stärker optisch geprägt als Elias, er genoss den Anblick sichtlich und Elias konnte beobachten, wie seine Augen über den nackten Körper des Jungen wanderten.

Aber Leon brauchte sich ja auch keine Gedanken darüber zu machen, was sie mit dem jungen Herkules hier anfangen sollten. Elias schon, aber auch er konnte einfach nicht anders, er ging leise um den Jungen herum, er wollte, nein er musste auch die Vorderseite anschauen. Die war ebenso sehenswert wie die Rückseite. Flache, harte, wohldefinierte Brustmuskeln, ein flacher Bauch, auf dem sich die darunterliegenden Muskeln deutlich abzeichneten, insgesamt gut, aber nicht übermäßig definiert, einfach harmonisch und — schön.

Ein ganz klein wenig Körperbehaarung an den Unterarmen, der Schambereich war rasiert. Hier passte auch das Bild der klassischen Statue nicht mehr, denn die waren an dieser Stelle immer sehr klein. Das konnte man von dem Jungen nun wirklich nicht behaupten, er war ordentlich ausgestattet. Elias fiel auch dazu nicht mehr ein, als dass es sich ebenfalls in das harmonische Gesamtbild einfügte. Er fand es allerdings irgendwie schade, dass die Sporthose die Füße des Jungen bedeckte, denn er hätte auch deren Anblick im Zusammenspiel mit dem übrigen Körper gerne genossen.

Genug gegafft, Elias, lass dir was einfallen! Er blickte Julian an, hob sein linkes Bein und deutete auf seine Fußsohle. Julian nickte und verschwand im Wald. Elias nahm einen der Stricke, die er mitgebracht hatte. Er trat hinter den Jungen, packte dessen Handgelenke und führte ihn bis vor einen Baum, der die passende Größe hatte. Er berührte den Jungen mit seinem Fuß an der Kniekehle und der kniete sich wie gewünscht vor den Baum, woraufhin Elias ihm die Hände hinter dem Baumstamm fesselte.

So kniete der Junge jetzt nackt vor dudullu escort dem Baum, die Stirn gegen den Stamm gelehnt die Arme nach vorne gestreckt, als ob er den Baum umarmen wollte. Er zitterte immer noch. Er hat Angst, dachte Elias. Natürlich hat er das, das soll ja so sein, wir müssen ihn vertreiben, dass er dem Hof nicht noch einmal zu nahe kommt. Aber gleichzeitig hatte Elias den dringenden Wunsch, dem Jungen seinen Arm um die Schulter zu legen und ihn zu beruhigen, ihm zu sagen, dass alles in Ordnung war.

Bist du eigentlich verrückt geworden, Elias? Du hast doch gerade gespürt, wie kräftig diese Unterarme sind. Was, wenn das ein trainierter Judoka oder Karatekämpfer ist? Der Körperbau und die Muskeln würden auch dazu passen. Und die Hände, die du da gefesselt hast, die waren zwar gepflegt, aber waren da nicht leichte Schwielen zu sehen? Niklas hat dir doch beigebracht, dass man immer, wirklich immer vorsichtig sein muss. Als ob du das nicht selbst schon wusstest.

Aber nein, das Bild stimmte einfach nicht. Elias erinnerte sich daran, wie er auf dem Markt an dem Jungen vorbeigegangen war. Dessen Blick war freundlich und offen gewesen, eher ein wenig verzweifelt als sonst was. Und er hatte Elias auf die Füße gestarrt, ganz deutlich sogar. Er hatte sich auch nicht gewehrt, nicht einmal ansatzweise.

Da kam Julian mit einer Haselrute zurück, der er im Gehen die Zweige und Blätter abriss. Solange niemand nahe genug war, mithören zu können, beugte sich Elias zu dem Jungen hinunter und sagte leise in sein Ohr:

“Diesen Wald darf man nicht ohne Erlaubnis betreten, Junge. Du wirst jetzt Schläge mit der Rute auf Deine Fußsohlen bekommen, als Strafe und damit Du es nicht mehr vergisst. Mach Dir keine Sorgen, danach bringe ich Dich zum Waldrand und Du darfst gehen.”

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Diese Stimme! Sanft, leise und doch fest. Das musste der Junge vom Markt sein. Eine andere Stimme hatte eben den Namen “Elias” genannt. Und hatte diesen Elias um Anweisungen gefragt. Felix wusste, dass gerade Elias zu ihm gesprochen hatte. Er spürte, wie sein Zittern nachließ. Ja, Elias, wenn Du mich bestrafen musst, dann will ich das annehmen, schließlich bin ich selber schuld, man läuft nicht einfach abseits der Wege irgendwo herum.

Es war furchtbar gewesen, als sie ihm eben die Turnhose heruntergezogen hatten. Auch wenn seine Augen verbunden gewesen waren, hatte er ihre Blicke doch spüren können, denen er schutzlos ausgeliefert war. Und es war auch deswegen furchtbar gewesen, weil es eigentlich genau das war, was immer gefehlt hatte.

Als er hilflos und nackt dort im Wald gestanden hatte, da hatte er nicht mehr ignorieren können, dass er mehr als einfach nur pervers war. Aber wie sollte er es sonst beschreiben? Es war wieder wie ein Stück vom Paradies gewesen, ein Traum, wahr geworden, obwohl Felix nicht einmal gewusst hatte, dass er diesen Traum träumte.

Wenn da nur nicht diese furchtbare Unsicherheit gewesen wäre. Er wusste nicht, wer ihn überfallen hatte, auch nicht wie viele es waren. Er stellte sich vor, dass eine ganze Fußballmannschaft um ihn herumstand und sich über ihn lustig machte. Es war furchtbar gewesen.

Aber dann hatte er Elias Stimme gehört. Und er war sich auch sicher, dass es Elias war, der ihn an den Baum gefesselt hatte. Die Stimme, die mit der Stimme verbundene Vorstellung von dem Jungen auf dem Markt, das hatte ihn beruhigt.

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Elias hatte bereits beschlossen, dass er den Jungen an den Schultern festhalten würde, während Julian ihm auf die Fußsohlen schlug. Er hatte Julian einmal streng angesehen, und der hatte gegrinst. Selbstverständlich würde er vorsichtig sein, er war ja kein blutiger Anfänger. Aber dadurch, dass Elias die Schultern des Jungen hielt, zwang er Julian regelrecht zur Vorsicht, und das war genau seine Absicht. Abgesehen davon, dass er so diese herrlichen Muskeln spüren durfte.

Der Junge hielt auch brav still, während die Rute auf seine Fußsohlen klatschte. Er zitterte auch nicht mehr. Dafür schaute Leon ihn beinahe flehend an. Elias nickte schließlich, und Julian, der den Blick natürlich ebenso bemerkt hatte, gab die Rute weiter. Wie kaum anders zu erwarten, schlug Leon deutlich weniger fest zu als Julian. Das war aber vielleicht auch besser so, dem Jungen würden seine Fußsohlen garantiert ordentlich weh tun.

Leon hörte auch von sich aus auf zu schlagen, als Elias gerade überlegte, dass es wohl bald genug sei. Er bedeutete Leon und Julian, sich in den Wald zurückzuziehen. Der Junge hatte ihn bereits gesehen, daher würde Elias ihn auch zum Waldrand zurückbringen.

Zu diesem Zweck löste er zunächst die Handfesseln und führte dann die Hände des Jungen auf dessen Rücken, was dieser ohne Widerstand geschehen ließ. Erst nachdem seine Hände wieder gefesselt waren, befreite Elias ihn von dem Knebel und der Augenbinde, ließ ihn aufstehen und führte ihn in Richtung Waldrand.

So gingen sie beide nebeneinander durch den Wald, langsam und fast wie im Traum. Sie wussten es noch nicht, aber ihr Traum war derselbe. Vielleicht ahnten sie es. Jedenfalls blickten sie beide immer wieder verstohlen auf den anderen und hofften, dass dieser das nicht merken würde. Elias, der einen halben Schritt hinter dem Jungen ging, konnte seinen Blick kaum von diesem herrlichen Körper losreißen. Und jetzt konnte er auch endlich in Ruhe die nackten Füße des Jungen betrachten, die dieser vorsichtig auf den Waldboden setzte.

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In a languid, blissful daze, Carol lay naked, oozing cum from her freshly fucked pussy. To Carol, there was nothing better than a good fucking and she craved a cock inside her as often and as much as a good meal.

Caressing her tits, she gazed up lovingly at Tim. She felt so lucky to be with him. He was handsome and so good-looking, much handsomer than any other guy she had ever dated. He was cool, a member of Lambda Omega Psi, the coolest bunch of frats on campus. He was rich, or at least his daddy was, and he drove a BMW. Best of all, he had a nice big dick and really knew how to use it.

She had fucked him on their first date. Actually it wasn’t a date, they met at a party. She was quite drunk and sprawled out. But on every other date since, she eagerly fucked him, and he in turn dated her on a regular basis. She knew that was really the only reason he dated her, but she didn’t care. The fact that he was with her and not with some other girl was the point. The fact that he sought her out, week after week was the point. The fact that he was inside her, three, four times a week was the point, even if he did usually call her at the last minute.

She had almost everything a man could want, a dynamite body with large firm tits with big puffy aureoles and thick nipples, a slender waist that flared beautifully to her hips, a firm butt, long, shapely muscular legs and great looking, sexy feet. Her only problem was her face. It simply wasn’t very attractive. She wasn’t ugly, just not attractive. Her face was a little too long, her black hair was just a little too frizzy to be manageable, her nose was a little too large, her eyes were a little too small, and her front teeth were a little crooked. The fact that her facial skin was slightly pockmarked didn’t help any either.

All through high school she had endured the not so subtle comments and jokes about her face, about how it caught fire and her momma put it out with a track shoe, how it was really a map of the far side of the moon, how the doctor had beaten her with an ugly stick as she was born. As her body took shape, the jokes turned to admonitions that all she needed to do was wear a bag over her head, that she looked great from the rear, and that no one would notice the flaws in a dark cave.

She heard from her girl friends that guys were really only interested in feeling them up and getting inside their panties. That sounded exciting to her, so when she was finally asked out on a date, she let the guy do whatever he wanted. After that, lots of guys wanted to date her, not steadily, but once, twice, sometimes more. On some dates, she went out with two or three guys at the same time. It didn’t take long before she was turning down dates on Friday and Saturday nights as she was spoken for. It didn’t matter to her that everyone called her a slut; she got what she wanted, what she needed.

“Come on, Carol, get up,” admonished Tim with more than a hint of impatience in his voice. “We’ve got to get over to the Haunted House and get ready.”

The Haunted House was an annual charity fundraiser put on by the Greek Council, and Tim had escort bayan ataşehir asked her to help out. Of course she said ‘yes’, she always said ‘yes’ to Tim. She put on a black costume robe with snaps in the back and put on panties and a pair of tennis shoes. As usual she was braless. Tim liked her braless when she was with him, the better for him to steal an enticing feel whenever he wished.

The Haunted House was set up in an old warehouse building. Each fraternity and sorority had a section to design, build, and staff. The Lam-O’s had constructed a new set this year and Carol had been recruited to play the Spider Lady. The set had a solid backdrop wall, placed at a slight angle from the floor and painted flat black. White nylon rope was woven into a large spider web. In the center were eight hairy spider legs radiating from a center hole in the wall. Carol was to stick her head through the wall to complete the illusion. She was instructed to moan, groan, and beg for help from the customers, mainly little kids with their parents and high school kids.

She followed Tim to the back stage area, were her face was made up with whiteface and black grease paint. Her black hair was frizzed up to a frightening effect and she was ready to go.

Chad, the Lam-O president, came by carrying a cash box. She couldn’t help but notice the smarmy smirk on his face while he thanked Carol for volunteering. Then he told her that the other girl who was to be her relief tonight had gotten sick and she’d have to do the entire evening without a break.

Tim and Chad led her over to the head hole. There was a chair for her to sit on so she wouldn’t be forced to stand and bend over for several hours on end. They showed her the handgrips attached to the wall to give her support. Chad showed her the headlock that would slip over her neck, and explained why it was necessary; otherwise customers would be able see around her neck and into the backstage area, spoiling the illusion.

As opening time approached, Tim put on the rest of his costume and told Carol that he would be nearby in the maze-way. Squeezing her plump titties one last time, Tim told her to get into position.

She sat in the chair and stuck her head through the hole. The headlock was lowered across her neck. To her surprise, the set up wasn’t uncomfortable at all. A few moments later she saw Tim in the maze-way dressed in his ghoul costume and she was immediately comforted.

The maze-way filled with sounds of a horror house, moans, groans, shrieks, thunder, rattling chains, banging noises, and evil laughter. She was just getting used to the arrangement when the first customers came walking by.

She cried out plaintively, “Help me! Please help me! Ohhhhhh, somebody please help me!”

Of course everyone just looked at her, maybe smiled or shirked away, and then continued through the maze. It soon was apparent to Carol that the fundraiser would make lots of money, as a steady stream of students and parents with little kids filed by.

Someone or ones placed her escort bayan pendik hands on the handgrips and slowly pulled the chair out from under her, forcing her to stand, bent at the waist. She tried to pull her head back to see what was happening, but the headlock prevented her from moving out of position. Then she felt the hands, stroking her tits, stroking her outthrust ass. She felt the snaps of her costume being undone one at a time until the garment fell down around her arms. Unseen hands took each arm from the handgrip and pulled the robe from her arms, allowing it to fall around her feet.

As cool air embraced her nearly nude body, her eyes got wide as panic set in. She pleaded, “Help me! Somebody help me! Pleeeease, somebody help meeeee!!!”

Next, Velcro straps secured her to the handgrips.

“Help! Oh please, somebody help!”

The little kids laughed and the adults smiled as they walked on by.

The unseen hands mauled her tits and pulled at her teets as still another set of fingers hooked under the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. She let out a blood-curdling scream as a hand stroked her now bare pussy. Tim looked over to her and waved.

“Oh, please!” she whined. “Somebody! I need help!!!! Please!!!!”

As her hands were secured to the handgrips, her only defense was to blindly kick at her attackers, but the panties and the robe tangled in her feet until she managed to kick them clear. Powerful hands held each of her ankles, removed her tennis shoes and slowly pulled her bare feet about two feet apart.

Mouths began suckling her luscious tits. Soon her body began tingling with unwanted desire. A hand slid down her butt crack until it rubbed across her pussy. Immediately she felt herself gush. Then she felt the head of the first cock rake up and down her wet pussy slit. She screamed desperately, “Oh gawd! Please! Please nooooooo! Somebody help meeeeee! Please!” Closing her eyes, she cried mournfully, “Ohhhhh, ohhhhh!” as she felt a nice hard cock sliding into her wanton pussy. A finger found her clit and began to rub it while she was raped.

Her eyes became glassy as passion rose within her like a rising river. She tried to fight it off, but it was a losing battle the moment the cock penetrated her. Tendrils of pure ecstasy shot through her groin.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, aaaiiiieeee!!!!!” she cried as her body betrayed her. Carol twisted and turned as the first orgasm of the night swept over her.

The little kids pointed and laughed at her face twisted in a grimace.

Part in horror and part in pleasure, she moaned as she was fucked, shackled to the wall, unable to see her attackers. The horror quickly melted away as she wallowed in the ever-delightful sensation of a cock filling her up. The cock pumped in and out of her for several minutes at a furious pace before it was withdrawn.

The sudden withdrawal of the cock caused her to whimper in protest, “Nooooo.” New hands gripped her hips. She hissed, “Yessssssss,” as another cock escort bayan ümraniye slipped into her.

One after another in a seemingly endless procession, a fresh dick penetrated her every five or six minutes. Her bent over position caused each cock head to rub and stimulate her G-spot. Soon vaginal orgasms began, one after another, every few minutes or so. A pile of used condoms grew at her feet, so that she couldn’t adjust her feet without stepping and slipping on several wet rubbers.

At one time, a particularly large cock drove into her. It felt familiar, the way it filled her, the way it thrust into her. She thought she knew who that cock belonged to, it was her favorite history professor, or was it that coach, or was it was the janitor, or was Tim’s roomie, Moose? It really didn’t matter; she smiled and gurgled in delight as the big dick fucked her for five minutes.

Someone mercifully slipped the chair back under her so that she could sit, but five minutes later, it was removed and the fucking began anew. All through the night, she was given the chair for a few minutes rest before the gang bang resumed. Periodically, Tim would come by and offer her a drink of water from a squirt bottle. She was always babbling incoherently.

Finally the flow of customers slowed to a trickle and the fucking stopped. Unseen hands pulled her panties back up. Unseen hands released her from the handgrips and slipped the robe back on and snapped it closed. Unseen hands slipped on her tennis shoes and eased the chair back under her.

Tim walked up to her, glanced both ways and seeing no one around, whipped out his cock for her to suck. When she didn’t respond as she had always done in the past, he asked, “Are you all right?”

“Yes, damn it! Let me go! Let me go!”

“Okay, okay, baby. Why didn’t you tell me you needed help?”

Suddenly indignant she shouted, “I tried! I tried! They fucked me, Tim! They fucked me!”

“Who fucked you?”

“I don’t know! Please get me out of this!”

Tim went around backstage, finding her sitting in the chair like he had left her. He stopped to talk briefly with Chad who was sitting at a table, counting out a large stack of money. He then raised the headlock and she pulled her head out.

“Oh, thank god!” she sobbed. “They fucked me Tim, they fucked me!” She buried her head into his shoulder.

“Who fucked you?”

“I don’t know! They were behind the wall!”

Tim reached up under the robe and felt her pussy. It was hot, puffy and wet, but nothing out of the ordinary. “I don’t feel any cum leaking out. Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure! They fucked me and fucked me all night long.”

“Well, not that I can tell.”

“I, I, I…”

“Say, thanks for helping us out tonight! I know that was a long time without a break, but I watched you and you were terrific! Great facial expressions and you can really moan like a bitch in heat!”

“I, I, I…”

“Chad says that thanks to you, we made a lot of extra money tonight!”

“Well, I… Hey!” She struck him in the chest and feigned a pouting look.

“Have fun? I thought you would. Say, do you feel up to helping us out again tomorrow night? I’ll make sure that we find you some relief.”

“I…” She looked over at Chad and then turned back to Tim with a knowing grin. “Sure. Love to, but don’t worry about finding me any relief.”

“I knew you’d say yes! Now how about one of your famous blowjobs baby?”

“I… mmmphh!”

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It all started as a lark; I was in Las Vegas for a week attending a conference and enjoying some time away from the office. Staying at one of the casinos on the strip, I was attending meetings through the day, working out in the evening and seeing the town at night.

In the two short trips to Vegas previously, I had never gone to any big shows or anything; I had gone once to an upscale strip club and quickly ran though a couple of hundred dollars on the good-looking and well toned dancers there. But no big adventures, no one-night anything; just a good time and some decent luck at the tables.

Today was a light meeting schedule, so I was taking advantage of some extra gym time. I was midway into my routine when a woman I had noticed earlier caught my eye; she was very pretty, light blonde hair, lovely blue eyes and an awesome athletic figure – tight, toned, tan – very nice altogether. She was watching me lift which made me feel a little self-conscious but wanting to push a touch more weight. Our eyes met and she smiled, but then she looked away and moved towards a guy in another part of the gym. Oh well, I thought, and kept going.

A few minutes later she was back, this time closer. I was in the middle of a lift, and she waited until I was done and came over and introduced herself. Her name was Amy, and she was there for a couple of weeks with her husband. They were vacationing there and enjoying the party atmosphere; they had been there ten days and had seen a lot of shows and spent some money at the casinos.

We chatted for a bit, all the while I was trying not to stare at her in that tight spandex top. Her breasts were small and hard with her nipples clearly visible pushing up on the fabric of the top. On top of being beautiful, she seemed very nice and for some reason mentioned that she and her husband were a very open couple. I didn’t really understand that, it must have shown on my face when she smiled again and invited me to join them for dinner that night. I had no plans, she was very friendly and I figured why not.

Before going out, I took some extra time washing up and getting dressed – it was very tempting to stroke myself in the shower thinking about Amy, about holding her tight and taking off that spandex top. My cock grew just thinking about it, but I held off, thinking that I could spend the evening with them and take care of that later.

I left the room in a nice Brooks Brothers shirt, slacks, and some Italian loafers picked up on my last trip to New York. I was getting a restaurant recommendation from the concierge in the lobby when Amy appeared in a magnificent evening dress – all blue sequins, with bare shoulders and a plunging back – her hair was down and she was quite the vision. I could not help but to smile taking it all in, and she appeared to appreciate the compliment. She came up and greeted me with a kiss to the cheek and said we could go ahead, her husband was not coming to dinner. I was a little confused but happy to have her on my arm as we left for dinner.

We took a taxi and went to an intimate restaurant, getting a booth in the back. Amy was very friendly without being overly talkative; she was good conversation and had a tendency to lean closely to me and touch when sharing something. I could not help but to be charmed with her and she seemed to be enjoying herself. We started talking about our lives and she began talking about her and her husband.

To this point we had been very casual, just small talk, but then she slid over to me, put her hand on mine and said she wanted to tell me something. Naturally I told her to go ahead. She leaned so close I could smell her hair, her subtle perfume, and was having a hard time concentrating on her words. She said she and her husband Mark had shared some amazing things together – travel, outdoor adventures – but there were other things they wanted to share as well. Amy looked at my eyes as she said during the last week they had lived out one of her husband’s fantasies – they had invited another woman into their bedroom and shared her for the evening.

Amy told me this with her face inches from mine, her eyes big and her hand touching mine. I started to understand something as she went on. Amy said it was one of the most magnificent experiences of their lives, that they both had re-lived it again and again over the last couple of nights. She stopped for a moment to gauge my reaction. I was incredibly turned on at the thought of this beautiful woman going down on another woman, and told her so. I went on and told her I hoped the other girl tasted good, because I was sure Amy would taste good to her. Amy smiled, dropped her hand to my leg, and looked at me very directly.

She said, “It was the best sex I’ve ever had. It opened my eyes to the way sex can be. I’ve never come so hard or so many times.” She leaned in so that her lips were barely touching my ear. “And now that we’ve lived out Mark’s fantasy, it’s my turn.”

With this, she moved in and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth escort was warm and wet and as I started to return the kiss her hand moved up my leg and gently rested on top of my growing cock.

She pulled back and said, “I saw you in the gym two days ago. I showed you to Mark and said ‘He’s the one.’ Mark agreed and said I could talk to you about it.”

I was turned on, flattered, and hoping she would not remove her hand from my now hard cock. I wrapped her in my free arm, told her I thought she was beautiful and asked directly what they had in mind. She started a slow, teasing stoking motion on me, hidden under the table.

“It’s a little kinky,” she said. She hesitated, then: “Maybe a lot kinky. I’ve always thought Mark is secretly bisexual. This time it’s my turn to live out my fantasy, and that is to share a man between Mark and me.”

She looked a little anxiously at me, wanting to know if I was still alright.

In my life, I’ve never been with another guy. It’s always been with a girl – and on a couple of occasions, two girls. But to be honest, I have to admit to fantasizing about being with a couple. I’ve often come by my hand, stroking it fast until I squirted all over my hard stomach, thinking about being taken by two people at the same time. Here was this opportunity with this magnificent woman, asking if I was OK with it.

I told her, “Honestly, I have never been with another guy, but have fantasized about it…” Looking at her, I wanted to kiss those lips again. My body reacted to the idea, I made a leap and said, “So long as I can have some more of you…” leaned in, and kissed her long and hard.

Amy responded by kissing back, opening her mouth and letting our tongues touch; her hand reflexively tightened on my cock and my hips moved in response. We needed to get to a room quickly. But before I could stand, she put her hand on my arm and asked me to stop for a second.

“Wait – there’s more. This part may be hard for you.” She looked at me earnestly. “I need to add something – something that might make you uncomfortable. Something I have thought about for years.” I stopped and waited to hear the rest; I felt a faint touch of anxiety start to run through me.

She said, “I have always wanted to have a man with us… but somehow anonymously. To share him with Mark, but for Mark and me to be in total control. For us to completely…” She was seeking words. “Have him.”

She looked up at me and in a rush, spilled out what must have been hidden within her for years. “I want to blindfold you, bring you into our bed and for both of us to fuck your brains out.”

The words, the thought, brought back to me my fantasy of being with a couple. The idea of being there, of things asked of me, of having my body used for pleasure… I could not help but smile at her. I leaned over, pressed my lips to her ear and said, “Let’s go.” She thrilled, kissed me, and we left.

In the taxi on the way back, I was all over her. I pulled her to me and she went weak in my arms as I kissed her, pulled down that dress and began to suck on those perfect breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly in my mouth and she told me breathlessly that she was very sensitive there. Her eyes rolled back as I rolled her nipples around with my tongue; I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back gently and pulled her body to me as I sucked harder upon her and she made a sharp noise in her throat, her body convulsing against me. She pulled my head up and kissed me with all she had, pulling my tongue into her mouth.

We were at the hotel quickly, and I paid the smiling driver. We ran through the lobby, and caught up in the elevator – this time she pushed me against the wall and ground her pussy into my cock, all the while shoving her tongue into my mouth. Her hands held me and I was surprised at the strength she possessed in those slender arms. We went to the top floor and she pulled me by the hand towards their suite. She unlocked the door and we went into the foyer. There were no lights on beyond. Amy turned to me and asked me to stay right there.

“Don’t move and don’t worry – we are going to make you feel really, really good tonight.” She kissed me again and ran off into the darkness. I was left there alone.

From the foyer, across the darkened living area, the lights of the city were visible going off into the distance. I heard soft music coming from somewhere. Amy came back in a rush, her face glowing and something in her hands.

“Everything is perfect,” she said. “We are going to completely take care of you.”

With that, she came up close to me and moved behind me. Suddenly her hands were over my eyes, and she placed a blindfold there. She held my arm for a moment – I felt that she was looking at me, watching me. My body reacted in a way I never expected – I shivered, a thrill running down my back as I realized I was coming into her power, that she was directing things from here on. And that only increased as I felt another hand on my other sex hikaye arm – her husband.

Until now this had been an exciting game, but here the reality of another man hit me. I was blindfolded, in a strange room with a couple. Someone started unbuttoning my shirt. Amy – I could smell her hair. Her soft fingers explored and moved down my chest as she undid each one.

She purred whispered words as she went along – “look at his beautiful chest… how strong he is… and he’s ours tonight…”

She went down to my belt and stopped. Hands pulled my shirt down from my shoulders and ran over my bare skin… large hands, stronger than Amy’s, somehow more demanding. They moved to my chest, ran across my muscles, stopped and pulled on my nipples. I gasped. I heard Amy giggle. My shirt was pulled from my slacks and taken off of me; her soft hand took mine and led me from the foyer. I had no idea where we were going. Another pair held and guided my hips as we walked. Mark must be walking behind us, his hands on me. I heard my shoes go from marble tile to soft carpet, feeling that change as we walked deeper into their room.

We stopped. I was turned by the hands on my hips. Music was playing, I could smell vanilla. Someone was pulling at my belt, someone was taking off my shoes. Without warning, my slacks were pulled open and my cock – so long waiting for release – sprang out.

“Ahhh…” said Amy. “It’s beautiful.”

I felt her hands upon me, wrapping around my straining cock, and she began milking it slowly, up and down. I moaned, my head leaning back. My slacks were being pulled down and off, hands ran up my bare legs and back to my hips. My cock was being slowly milked, her hands squeezing at the bottom, pulling up, doing it again. Hands on my hips started moving around- exploring my body. Running over my back, along my sides, centering on my ass. I felt him come closer up behind me and his hands started kneading my ass, squeezing each side. One hand went between my legs and pushed them slightly apart. I made a low sound. I heard Amy move as the hand between my legs went up between the cheeks of my ass, felt my ass spread and fingers explore my anus.

Amy whispered, “Do you want that?” A low “yes…” came in return. I was turned abruptly. My cock was being held up.

“Do you want this, too?”

“Yes…”

“Come here then.”

Movement around me and I was pushed back. A bed struck my knees from behind and I was gently pushed down and back upon it, laid flat upon it, my legs dangling over the edge. My cock was held up and a wet mouth touched it, enveloped it, slid down upon it. I was no longer in control of my voice, I was softly moaning, aching at every touch. I felt the bed move around me. Another mouth started on my stomach, moving down towards my cock. They both left me for a moment and I heard a deep kiss, then both came back. They shared my cock between them, each kissing, licking, sucking it in turns. One hand wrapped around the base and held it firmly as they increased their intensity.

Then Amy said, “Now – I want him in me. Now.”

She moved across me and I felt her wet pussy stroke against my cock once before she pushed it inside her and slid down. All that wetness from sucking allowed it to slide in fully on the first stroke and she made a wonderful sound as she ground it deeper into her. She pulled my hands up to hold her breasts as she rode me and I heard sucking sounds above me – Mark must have put his cock in her mouth.

Amy rode hard and fast, her sounds becoming louder and louder until she pulled Mark from her mouth and screamed once, her pussy contracting hard on me, I could feel her womb brush down against the tip of my cock.

“Oh, fuck yes…” she said, grinding against me, riding it out. “Oh God… That was incredible. He’s perfect.” I felt her lean down and kiss me, lingering, pulling my lips into her mouth. “Mmmmm…” she moaned. “Very nice.” A pause. “Now let’s get Mark to come.”

Amy pulled me so I was sitting up with her still in my lap. We were tummy to tummy and she lay an arm across my shoulder and around my neck. I heard a slurping sound, and thought she had pulled Mark into her mouth again. She moved her head and kissed me hard, then moved back to sucking Mark. She did this again, moving between us. Each time she kissed me, she ground her pussy harder on my cock, making me lightheaded. She went back and forth, between sucking Mark’s cock and kissing me, faster between the two of us, she started sharing kissing and sucking almost at the same time, her mouth more wet and urgent each time. I could taste something new on her tongue, a sweet salty taste and knew that it was from Mark’s cock, his pre-come. She kissed me again and held my head still with her arm and I felt something else warm against my lips, soft and velvety.

It pushed in slightly, my lips letting it in, and heard Amy whisper into my ear, “yes… kiss it. Kiss it. Taste him. Open your mouth wide…” nişantaşı escort while it pushed deeper into my mouth.

Amy ground hard on me, rewarding me for pleasing her husband. She moved my hand up to hold his shaft, moving it in a stroking motion. I wrapped my fingers around it and brought it deeper into my mouth, opening wide, keeping my lips tight, milking it in the way I love women to do to me. I stroked the underside with my tongue and tightened my hand on his shaft, starting to pull it harder.

Mark started sawing his cock in and out of my mouth and moaning loudly. Amy was encouraging me on, telling me to suck harder or stroke harder, all the while grinding her wet pussy on my cock. I was getting close and could feel Mark’s cock get bigger and bigger and I knew he was about to come. Amy knew it too and was nearly frantic, telling him to come in my mouth, me to come in her pussy, to make me taste him, to make me fill her wet pussy.

Then I felt a warm squirt in my mouth and Mark started coming and moaning loud and squirting splash after splash into my mouth as I milked his cock for all he had. He filled my mouth with come, moaning how good it felt in there. It tasted salty and slightly bitter and I held it in my mouth as he finished when suddenly Amy held my face between her hands and kissed me more deeply than she ever had before. Her tongue was everywhere and I realized she wanted to share Mark’s come, so I gave it to her with my tongue.

As she greedily swallowed it I went over the edge and started pumping come into her with all my body. She kept kissing me, making more urgent noises, her tongue running along every part of my mouth, taking all of Mark’s come into her own while I was filling her pussy with my come.

I pumped her pussy with my cock and her mouth with Mark’s come and she reared back and screamed “Aahh! God!!!” and came all over me, her body out of control, her thighs quivering uncontrollably as her body was racked by waves of pleasure. She pushed down on me with all her weight, wanting me as deeply into her as I could go, pushing down on me and riding me like a bucking horse.

We nearly collapsed then, Amy and I falling back onto the bed, Mark alongside. I could taste Mark’s come in my mouth and feel Amy’s wetness on my cock, cool in the air. Amy giggled and Mark chuckled and they talked in quiet tones on how good that was. I was still blindfolded and reached up to take it off when Amy stopped me and told me to just relax – they were not done with me yet.

Laying there, warm and feeling very much like I was in the middle of a dream, someone rolled me over onto my stomach and started to rub my back. It felt very nice, and I made appreciative noises when a second set of hands joined in. Someone started kissing my back, lightly moving their lips up and down over my skin and that gave me goose bumps all over. Then one bit me lightly, startling me, before moving on with more kisses and strokes. I sighed. Once in a while one or the other would bite, gently, but enough to send shivers all though me. The hands spread my legs and started caressing between my thighs and that caused an electric thrill to run straight up my spine. One pair spread my ass apart and held me that way – I felt like I was opened up, completely exposed, with nothing hidden.

Amy whispered, “You want that, don’t you.” “Yes,” Mark replied, his voice low with desire.

She moved up to my ear. “Do you want that too?”

“Yes.” It was all I could say.

“Tonight is the night,” she said. I felt movement on the bed while whoever was holding me open started to run fingers down the seam of my ass, tickling my anus, making circles around the most sensitive part. My whole body was tensed and I felt every touch, every brush, every breath on my skin. My cock was hard again beneath me and I pressed it against the covers. Movement on the bed and I felt a shock as something cold and wet was dripped onto my anus. Fingers started rubbing it in, thick and well. I could not stop the moans that came from my throat. This was a different kind of desire, not one of taking, but one of being taken.

A finger began pushing inside me and I tensed – it hurt, not much, but it was a shock. Amy lay down beside me and began stroking my back, my shoulders, my arms.

“Shhhh…” she began. “Just relax. Let it happen.”

As she talked, the finger went out and returned, this time thick with more lotion, pushing farther inside. I moaned loud, my legs opening, my hips bucking spontaneously to allow better access.

“You like that,” she whispered. “You want more, don’t you.”

It wasn’t a question – she knew. She was stroking my hair, cooing softly in my ear as another finger joined the first. I was only desire at that point, only animal feelings as the fingers inside me started moving in and out, then pushing against the sides of me deep inside, then in and out again.

“Is he ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” was Mark’s reply.

I wasn’t sure I was, but it was too late – the bed shifted under his weight and I felt the warm soft tip of his cock push against me. He circled it gently, letting me get used to it before pushing. I felt the pressure, then my body opening and he slid the tip in. I cried out – it was far bigger than I expected.

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Nichts. War sie nicht zu Hause? Oder hatten Josi und Kim ihn zum Narren gehalten um ihm ihre Überlegenheit noch ein weiteres Mal unter die Nase zu reiben. Das glaubte Tim nicht, das würde nicht zu ihnen passen. Außerdem stand auf dem Klingelschild ja immerhin eine Nathalie. Ob der zugehörige Nachname stimmte oder nicht wusste er schlicht nicht. Eine Herrin stellt sich ja selten mit dem Nachnamen vor. Noch immer geschah nichts. Im Hintergrund donnerte weiter der Großstadtverkehr vorbei, Passanten gingen achtlos vorüber und Tims Herz schlug immer noch wie nach einem Marathon. Tim drückte den Klingelknopf ein zweites Mal und kurz darauf hörte er tatsächlich die Stimme der begehrten Traumfrau in der Gegensprechanlage. Hatte er beim ersten Mal nicht richtig gedrückt? Oder war sie zuvor auf Toilette gewesen? Alles egal, nun galt es, nun musste er sich vor Nathalie erklären und vor Aufregung hätte er sich am liebsten übergeben.

‘Hallo?’, hörte er Nathalies Stimme fragend. Wenn er nicht gleich etwas sagte, würde sie auflegen, oder aus dem Fenster schauen und ihn dort erblicken. ‘Hallo hier ist Tim. Tim der Sklave, weißt du noch?’. Stille. ‘Ja natürlich weiß ich noch! Ähm, komm hoch!’. Sofort ertönte das Summen des Türöffners und Tim stolperte in das Haus, welches er am liebsten nicht mehr als freier Mann verlassen wollte.

Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit erreichte er den zweiten Stock und endlich, endlich sah er diese Traumfrau wieder und sie war noch schöner als in seinem Gedächtnis abgespeichert. Sie trug einen recht dicken und langen Wollpullover und darunter nur eine schwarze Strumpfhose. Ihre recht langen brünetten Haare hatte sie zu einem Zopf verflochten. Als sie Tim sah lächelte sie ihm leicht zu und Tim wurden fast die Knie weich. Da war sie endlich, nun hatte er die Gelegenheit seine Zukunft in die gewünschte Richtung zu lenken. Mit dem letzten bisschen Mut sagte er ein wenig außer Puste: ‘Hallo. Entschuldigung dass ich hier einfach so vorbeikomme. Ich musste dich sehen! Ich, Ich muss dich etwas fragen!’ Nathalie schaute ihn aus ihren schönen langwimprigen Augen unergründlich an, sagte dann jedoch: ‘Komm rein!’ Die nächste Hürde war genommen. Tim folgte Nathalie in die kleine Wohnung. Dieser Geruch! So roch seine Traumherrin, einfach alles an ihr war wunderbar!

Nathalie führte Tim in ein kleines und gemütliches Wohnzimmer und ließ ihn auf dem Sofa Platz nehmen. ‘Willst du etwas trinken?’ ‘Ähm, ja gerne!’ antwortete Tim, während irgendwo in seinem Unterbewusstsein eine Erinnerung aufkam, wie er einst unter Nathalies nacktem Unterleib gelegen und ihre Pisse begierig in sich aufgenommen hatte. Das wäre doch auch ein nettes Getränk von dem Tim inständig hoffte, es in Zukunft wieder zu sich nehmen zu dürfen. Endlich kam Nathalie mit dem Glas zurück, setzte sich bequem in den Sessel und schlug ihre herrlichen Beine übereinander. Fragend blickte sie ihn an und nun war der Moment endgültig gekommen. Mit einer Stimme die zwar vor Aufregung und Unsicherheit zitterte, aber doch so selbstbewusst wie möglich, begann Tim sich zu erklären. ‘Ich bin inzwischen nicht mehr im Studentenwohnheim auf dem Dachboden, wie du ja vielleicht weißt. Die Zeit dort ist vorbei. Ich bin zurück in meinem alten Leben und ich hab gemerkt, dass ich so nicht mehr leben will. Ich möchte weiterhin Sklave sein!’ Hier machte er eine Pause, doch Nathalie entgegnete nichts darauf, so dass er fortfuhr: ‘Und als wir uns bei der Party getroffen haben, als du mich dominiert hast und auch danach bei dem Wettkampf, als ich ein bisschen dein Sklave war, da — naja — da hast du mich sehr beeindruckt. Ich finde, dass du wunderschön bist, die schönste Frau überhaupt’ — und hier traten Tim fast die Tränen in die Augen während er gleichzeitig puterrot wurde — ‘und eine sehr erotische Ausstrahlung hast. Eigentlich bist du, finde ich, eine perfekte Herrin und deshalb möchte ich dich fragen — ob ich nicht vielleicht dein richtiger, fester Sklave werden darf!’

Nun war es raus. Er hatte sein Schicksal in die Hand genommen, der Rest lag nicht mehr bei ihm. Er blickte zu Boden, in seinen Ohren rauschte es, sein Magen fuhr Achterbahn und nach wie vor spürte er die Hitze in sein Gesicht aufsteigen. Endlich wagte er es aufzublicken und Nathalie in das schöne Gesicht zu schauen. In diesem Moment antwortete sie und wählte ihre Worte sehr gründlich: ‘Ich danke dir, für deine Komplimente!’ Sie lächelte flüchtig. ‘Natürlich habe ich damals gemerkt, dass du mich gut findest. Sehr gut. Dass du mir sehr ergeben warst und mich sehr verehrt hast. So etwas bemerkt man! Ich fand das sehr gut und es hat mir auch — Lust — bereitet.’ Auch ihr fiel es sichtlich schwer so offen über etwas zu reden, das in der Praxis doch für beide ohne größere Hemmungen funktioniert hatte. Ganz offensichtlich hatte dies etwas mit dem Setting zu tun. Diese Situation war nun einmal sehr künstlich. ‘Und ich finde es sehr beeindruckend wie du dich mir hingibst und das du extra hergekommen bist. So würde ich mir meinen Sklaven schon erenköy escort wünschen — im Ansatz.’ Tim hörte ihr aufgeregt zu und versuchte abzuwägen, ob dies etwas gutes oder schlechtes für ihn bedeutete. Sie hatte ihn gelobt und das fühlte sich sehr gut an. Andererseits: Was sollte „im Ansatz” bedeuten?

Es entstand eine Kunstpause, die für beide unangenehm war. Endlich fuhr Nathalie fort: ‘Weißt du, du kommst im falschen Moment!’ Tims Herz sackte in die Hose. ‘Damals, direkt nach der Party und erst Recht nach dem Wettkampf hätte ich mir auch fast gewünscht, dich als Sklaven einfach mitzunehmen. Aber das ging natürlich nicht, du hast ja nicht mir sondern den Mädels von der FU gehört. Aber inzwischen’, sie kniete nun auf den Sessel und Tim starrte einen Moment auf ihre saftigen Oberschenkel, ‘inzwischen weiß ich nicht mehr, ob ich noch einen Sklaven haben möchte… oder ob die Enttäuschung zu groß ist.’ Tim starrte sie an. ‘Weißt du, ich sag dir ganz offen, mit meinem jetzigen Sklaven, den ich ja nur teilweise besitze — weißt du ja — bin ich nicht zufrieden! Ich weiß inzwischen was ich von nem Sklaven wirklich erwarte und was mir Lust bereitet. Richtige Lust, die sich lohnt angestrebt zu werden.’ Noch immer hörte Tim ihr mit wild schlagendem Herzen zu. Der Inhalt ihrer Aussage entwickelte sich nicht grade in eine positive Richtung, aber das Gefühl dabei war durchaus gut. Er wurde hier nicht abgewiesen, ausgelacht oder gleich wieder nach Hause geschickt. Es entwickelte sich ein echtes, perspektivisches Gespräch.

‘Was ich wirklich will, ist echte und vollständige Hingabe. Ich will, dass mein Sklave mich liebt, sich mir ganz hingibt und alles für mich tut und erträgt. Alles! Und das nicht nur sagt, sondern auch so lebt!’ ‘Aber das tue ich, Nathalie, das tue ich! Ich verehre dich und ich möchte wirklich — absolut ehrlich — alles für dich tun, Herrin’, platzte es aus Tim hervor, der Nathalie nun auch automatisch erstmals wieder Herrin genannt hatte. Nun lächelte sie ihm wieder zu: ‘Ich weiß dass du mich verehrst! Und das ist — wäre — ein guter Anfang. Aber auch du bist eigentlich weit weg davon, für mich wirklich alles zu ertragen. Gerne zu ertragen!’ Nun wusste Tim nicht, was er entgegen sollte. Das stimmte doch gar nicht. Er wollte wirklich alles für Nathalie tun. ‘Ich zeigs dir’, hörte er Natalie kurz darauf sagen. Sie schien einen Entschluss gefasst zu haben. ‘Zieh dich aus! Wenn es dir wirklich ernst ist, dann zieh dich aus und Knie dich vor mir hin!’ Einige Sekunden lang geschah gar nichts. Tim konnte nicht glauben, dass das Gespräch eine solche Wendung genommen hatte. Doch das war seine Chance. Erstens hatte er ja seit Wochen davon geträumt, nackt vor Nathalie, dieser herrlichen Frau knien zu dürfen und zweitens musste er ihr anscheinend beweisen, wie gerne er ihr Sklave sein wollte.

Endlich wagte er es aufzustehen und sich in die Mitte des Raumes zu begeben. Wieder war es ungleich schwerer in dieser Situation, in der sie gerade eben noch von Gleich zu Gleich am Tisch gesessen hatten, in eine BDSM-Modus zu schalten, bzw. überhaupt erst einmal in einen annähernd erotischen. Nachdem Tim vor Nathalie aus dem Pulli geschlüpft war und sich somit im Gegensatz zu ihr oben ohne im Raum befand wurde das Gefälle deutlicher und Tim fiel es — in alte Gewohnheiten zurückkehrend — leichter, sich vor dieser schönen Frau auszuziehen. Schon zog er sich die Unterhose von den Beinen und musste ein wenig peinlich berührt feststellen, dass sich ein Schwanz ob der ganzen Aufregung zuvor als sehr klein und zurückgezogen präsentierte. Auf Knien näherte sich Tim Nathalies Sessel, verharrte endlich in einer knienden Position und verschränkte die Arme hinter dem Kopf. Nathalie musterte ihn von oben bis unten und während Tim so nackt vor ihr kniete, spürte er endlich in der Magengegend das alt vertraute und geile Gefühl der unterwürfigen Demütigung und die Szene begann ihn zu erregen. Tatsächlich, nach über einem Monat, kniete er wieder nackt vor einem dominanten Mädchen und dann auch noch vor seiner Traumherrin Nathalie. Sofort begann Tims Schwanz sich ein wenig zu vergrößern und Nathalie registrierte diese Veränderung.

Langsam erhob sie sich von dem Sessel und endlich streckte sie Tim ihren nur von der dünnen Strumpfhose umfassten Fuß entgegen. Tim senkte seinen Kopf etwas und fing an, diesen makellosen Frauenfuß mit Küssen zu übersäen. Auch dies hatte er zum letzten Mal vor über einem Monat im Dahlemer Studentenwohnheim bei einer Frau gemacht. Tim schauderte ein wenig, als seine Lippen Nathalies fast duftende Fußoberseite berührte. Langsam und fast sinnlich drückte Nathalie Tims Kopf mit ihrem Fuß wieder nach oben, in die Ausgangsposition. Ihr Fuß wanderte an Tims nackten Körper hinunter und erreichte das Geschlecht des ehemaligen Sklaven. ‘Was möchtest du für mich tun?’ fragte Nathalie ihn unvermittelt. ‘Alles Herrin! Ich will alles für dich tun, alles für dich erleiden und ertragen und alles esenyalı escort schaffen, was du mir aufträgst!’ ‘Gut! Aber das dachte ich mir schon…’ sagte Nathalie und noch bevor sie den Satz vollendet hatte sauste ihr Fuß mit größter Härte und Geschwindigkeit in Tims Gemächt.

Tims Eier wurden nach oben gequetscht, plötzlicher Schmerz durchzuckte den Sklaven und gerade weil er nicht unbedingt und unmittelbar damit gerechnet hatte, sackte er in sich zusammen. Ein lautes Stöhnen entfuhr ihm und voller Pein drückte er sich die Hand in die Scham. Überflüssig zu erwähnen, dass auch der letzte Tritt eines Frauenfußes in sein Geschlecht mehr als ein Monat her war. ‘Deine Haltung!’ hörte Tim in diesem Moment und die Stimme Nathalies war nicht mehr so freundlich und unbeschwert wie wenige Minuten zuvor. Tim beeilte sich trotz der nachklingenden Schmerzen in seinem Unterleib die Ausgangsposition einzunehmen. ‘Das ist nicht die Position, die ein unterwürfiger Sklave einnehmen würde. Siehst du — so etwas meine ich!’ Tim versuchte zu verstehen was seine Traumherrin meinen könnte. ‘Warum präsentierst du mir denn nicht deinen Sklavensack und deinen unwürdigen Schwanz? Du möchtest alles für mich tun? Ja dann streng dich doch auch an! Ich möchte dass du für mich leidest. Für Mich! Weil mir das Lust bereitet. Aber du, du kümmerst dich nur um deine eigenen Belange. Das ist zwar nachvollziehbar, aber das ist nicht das, was ich mir von einem wirklich unterwürfigen Sklaven vorstelle!’ Tim bekam erstmals eine Idee davon, was Nathalie meinen könnte. Es ging nicht nur um das „Ob”, sondern auch und erst Recht um das „Wie”. Sofort schob er seinen Unterleib in Richtung von Nathalies grausamen Fuß. Und ehe er sich versah, klatschte der Fuß erneut und nicht minder heftig in seinen Sack. Wieder konnte Tim nicht anders, als zusammenzusacken und zu stöhnen. Er ärgerte sich ungemein, dass er sich erstens nicht zusammenreißen konnte und zweitens so schnell aus der Übung gekommen war, was seine Nehmerfähigkeiten betraf. Wieder brauchte er viel zu lange um sich Nathalie angemessen zu präsentieren. Längst stand ihm der Schweiß auf der Stirn und sein Schwanz hatte sich wieder dramatisch verkleinert. ‘Das ist genau das, was ich meine!’, sagte Nathalie relativ ruhig. ‘Liebst du mich? Liebst du mich als deine Herrin?’ ‘Ja Herrin, ich liebe dich sogar über alles’, stöhnte Tim fast verzweifelt. ‘Dann beweise es mir!’ Ein drittes Mal senkte sich Nathalies Fuß mit voller Härte in Tims Gemächt und obwohl er sich wirklich anstrengte gelang es ihm erneut nicht, diesen Tritt angemessen für seine Herrin zu ertragen. Wieder knickte er ein, auch wenn er sich schnellstmöglich zwang wieder aufrecht zu knien. ‘Ich kann es lernen, Herrin!’ stöhnte er verzweifelte und merkte, dass ihm die Tränen in die Augen schossen. ‘Ich will es für dich lernen!’

Nach einer kurzen Pause sagte Nathalie sanft: ‘Das glaube ich dir, und das ist gut! Aber lass es mir dir noch mehr verdeutlichen.’ Tim gab nach, eine neue Demonstration hieß auch eine neue Bewährungschance. Nathalie verließ das Wohnzimmer um etwas aus ihrem Schlafzimmer zu holen. Wenige Augenblicke später kam sie zurück und hielt einen Tazapper (batteriebetriebener Handschocker) in der Hand, mit dem sie Tim kleine und größere Elektroschocks am ganzen Körper verabreichen konnte. Sofort brach Tim wieder in Angst aus. Bei seinen beiden bisherigen Kontakten mir Elektro-Folter hatte er sich nicht besonders glorreich geschlagen. Zwar wusste er, dass es im BDSM-Bereich durchaus üblich war, diese Art der Folter zu verabreichen, aber so richtig anfreunden damit hatte er sich bisher nicht können. Dennoch beeilte er sich seinen Unterleib in Nathalies Richtung zu schieben und sich ihr angemessen zu präsentieren. So verharrte er und schaute der Schönen ins Gesicht. Nun lächelte sie ihm leicht zu, ‘dass du es wirklich willst merke ich und das finde ich beeindruckend. Aber ich will einfach mehr!’ Mit diesen Worten setzte sie den Tazapper an Tims Sack an und betätigte den Knopf. Wieder spürte Tim dieses heftige und unangenehme Kribbeln, dieses Gefühl, als würde sein Sack mit Gewalt herumgerissen werden und den kurz darauf aufzuckenden stechenden Schmerz an seinem Sack. Er konnte einfach nicht anders. Er zuckte gegen seinen Willen heftig zusammen und verlor seine Haltung für einige Sekunden. Den Schmerzensschrei der ihm entfahren wollte, konnte er so grade noch unterdrücken. ‘Und das war noch eine niedrige Voltzahl’, hörte er Nathalie tadeln.

Aber das konnte sie doch nicht ernsthaft von ihm erwarten, dass er diese Folter kommentarlos ertrug. Wollte sie sicher auch nicht, dachte Tim weiter, sie will nur sehen, dass ich noch viel mehr für sie ertrage, denn das bereitet ihr Lust. Während er sich wieder sortierte, sah er, dass Nathalie ihren Wollpulli auszog und ihm somit einen großzügigen Ausblick auf ihren herrlichen Oberkörper gewährte. Tim sah die gebräunten und mittelgroßen Brüste Nathalies von einem engen BH umschlungen, dragos escort sah wie ihr flacher Bauch sich beim atmen leicht hob und senkte und spürte sofort wie sich der neue visuelle Reiz den sie ihm schuf, an seinem schlaffen Schwanz bemerkbar machte. Noch während er den neuen Anblick genoss, setzte Nathalie das Folterinstrument direkt an Tims Eichel an und betätigte ohne Umschweife grausam den Knopf um die elektrische Stimulation auszulösen. An der empfindlichen Spitze des Schwanzes war das Gefühl noch deutlich schlimmer und intensiver, als an der im Grund recht unempfindlichen Sackhaut. In Folge dessen konnte Tim dieses Mal den Schmerzenslaut nicht mehr unterdrücken, während ihm — einerseits aus Schmerz, andererseits aus Wut und Verzweiflung — die Tränen in die Augen schossen. Er konnte ihren Ansprüchen hier und jetzt einfach nicht genügen.

Langsam legte Nathalie den Tazapper beiseite und setzte sich im Schneidersitz auf den Boden neben Tim. Während sie ihm tatsächlich über die tränenbeschmierte Wange strich sagte sie: ‘Siehst du?!’ Tim, der sich nur langsam von dem letzten wirklich heftigen Schock erholte, war noch nicht in der Lage zu antworten. ‘Dazu kommt ja, dass du anal nicht besonders gut belastbar bist und auch beim Sex oft zu sehr an deine eigenen Belange denkst. Deine Herrinnen haben erzählt, dass du zu oft unerlaubt kommst. Es gibt halt so viele Bereiche, kleine und große Dinge, wo du — obwohl du gut bist! — mir nicht ganz genügen würdest.’ Tim schaffte es sie anzulächeln, bevor er zu einem letzten Versuch ansetzte. ‘Es ist mir wirklich ernst! Ich kann mich verbessern. Ich will mich verbessern – für dich! Ich kann an mir arbeiten. Ich hab schon sehr viel geschafft, sehr viele Hemmschwellen und Grenzen überwunden und für dich möchte ich alle überwinden, die du mir aufträgst! Ich kann das schaffen, Herrin Nathalie!’ Wieder entstand eine Kunstpause.

‘Weißt du — das glaube ich dir! Ich bin beeindruckt dass du das für mich tun willst. Das ist der erste Schritt.’ Tim schöpfte nochmals einen Funken Hoffnung. ‘Aber ich bin keine Ausbilderin mehr. Das hab ich lange genug gemacht, ich möchte einen belastbaren und ausgebildeten Sklaven haben und benutzen. Nicht immer nur daran arbeiten.’ Sofort warf Tim ein: ‘Dann komme ich später wieder, ich verbessere mich und kehre dann als würdiger Sklave zu dir zurück!’ Nathalie wiegte nachdenklich den Kopf, bevor sie lächelte und folgenschwer sagte: ‘Ach und wo willst du dich verbessern, wie willst du das machen?’ ‘Ich weiß nicht, Herrin, ich finde schon etwas…’, warf Tim leicht verzweifelt ein. Nathalies bezauberndes Lächeln hatte sich noch verbreitert: ‘Nein, findest du nicht, glaub mir. Es gibt eigentlich nur eine Möglichkeit, die mir einfällt.’ ‘Welche, Herrin?’, fragte Tim begierig. Nathalie ließ sich Zeit mit der Antwort und kostete Tims Anspannung aus. ‘Ich schicke dich in eine Sklavenschule! Eine echte Sklavenschule!’

Tim traute seinen Ohren kaum. So etwas gab es wirklich? Ein einziges Mal hatte er im Internet etwas ähnliches gelesen, damit aber nichts anfangen können. Endlich sagte er: ‘Ähm, es gibt echte Sklavenschulen, Herrin?’

Nathalie ließ sich einen Augenblick Zeit bevor sie antwortete, blickte Tim dann allerdings fest in die Augen, der ob ihrer schieren Schönheit erschauderte, während er noch immer nackt neben ihr saß. ‘Ja, es gibt sogar zwei in Berlin! Wenn du es wirklich ernst meinst, erzähle ich dir, was es damit auf sich hat.’ ‘Bitte Herrin!’ ‘Okay’, begann sie nach einer kleinen Pause. ‘Die beiden Sklavenschulen machen nicht besonders viel Werbung, da sie vor allem in Fachkreisen und dabei vor allem bei Frauen, also bei Herrinnen bekannt sein sollen. Die ältere ist die Schule von Göttin Caroline. Die zweite und etwas klarer strukturierte ist die von Göttin Lara. Beide beruhen aber auf dem gleichen Konzept. Caroline und Lara sind beide Femdom praktizierende junge Frauen, die noch dazu sehr viel Geld haben — woher weiß ich nicht — und sehr kreativ sind. Ihr sinnvolles Ziel ist es Sklaven oder Sklavenanwärter auszubilden, in den Grundkenntnissen der weiblichen Dominanz. Manchmal auch der männlichen Dominanz, weshalb in den Schulen auch einige Sklavinnen zu finden sind.’

Tim traute seinen Ohren nicht und fragte sich ernsthaft, ob Nathalie ihn hier verarschen wollte. Aber diesen Anschein hatte es eigentlich ganz und gar nicht. ‘Caroline hat also vor einigen Jahren angefangen ihre geerbte Villa quasi als Sklaveninternat zu gestalten. Da gibt’s Unterkünfte für die Herrinnen und welche für die Sklaven. Folterkammern, Übungsräume, Gemeinschaftsraum, Gefängnis etc… Du schaust so’, unterbrach sich Nathalie’, ich verarsche dich nicht, ich erzähle dir die volle Wahrheit!’ ‘Das wäre ja wunderbar!, entgegnete Tim aufgeregt. ‘Das ist wunderbar!’, antwortete die brünette Schönheit. ‘Nach einiger Zeit hat sie Freundinnen gefragt, ob sie eine zeitlang bei ihr als Herrinnen, als Ausbilderinnen und so wohnen wollen. Jeweils nicht zu lange, da dies ja kein Beruf oder ähnliches ist, aber mal eins oder zwei Jahre zwischendurch. Einige sind inzwischen schon länger dabei. Caroline ist inzwischen ja auch über Dreißig. Das Ganze hat sie dann in der Szene bekannt gemacht, war bei größeren BDSM-Partys, im Internet vor allem in Foren und ganz viel Mund-zu-Mund-Propaganda unter Interessierten. So ist das System angelaufen.’

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His cock was pulsating with excitement and though he had stopped stroking it and his mouth and lips and even hands were amongst the heavy hair in my bushy armpits it started bobbing and jets of cum streamed out of his cock like molten lava as he spurted his cum on the floor. He had cum without either of us jerking his stiff penis.

Now escort bayan bostancı the two of them anted to fuck me. I reached out and took Tim’s flaccid dick in my mouth. But he took it out and all he did was put it in my furry armpits. This was his favorite way to get hard. Anytime he wanted to get hard all he did was rub his cock in the thick bushy hair in my armpits. Lo behold his cock sprang up hard and thick as he pushed it into the dense thicket in my untrimmed underarms. Steve was still limp and I put his dangling monster cock into my mouth. While Tim pushed his cock into the jungle in my hairy armpits I cupped Steve’s penis in my hands and sucked it a full erection.

Steve had me now on my side facing away from him and was fucking me from behind. I have a very hairy asshole and when Steve put his swollen dong into my asshole I felt a sharp pain. I asked him to pull out and he got into my pussy doggie style. I then started to blow Tim much as he resisted while Steve fucked me from behind. He was putting a real pounding on me and I could hardly keep Tim in my mouth as Steve was marauding me with his large equipment.

I was now ready for his asshole assault. I told him to put his cock back into my hairy asshole. I have a lot of crinkly hair in my asshole too and as he speared my asshole I felt the pain again. But I soon escort bayan tuzla got used to it as Steve ever so slowly worked more and more of his cock in until he was ball deep. He just let it stay there, letting me get used to it. I moved down and started licking the entire length of Tim’s penis but he as enjoying Steve anally fucking me. Steve slowly started moving his cock in and out, taking very short, slow strokes and then he started getting longer strokes.

Within minutes he was thrashing me and he suddenly spurted his cum into my hairy asshole. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh I am cumming in your hairy asshole” he screamed depositing his seed into my hairy asshole.

I started to work on Tim’s penis. In all his excitement he had grown large again and as I took it into my mouth he started to enjoy my cocksucking. Steve was examining my sweat filled hairy armpits and the amount of copious hair I had in my untrimmed shaggy armpits. He lovingly tugged at my tufted armpits and played with the luxuriant hair in my underarms.

His cock was swollen again and he starts it slapping my face with his huge erect phallus. I had Tim’s cock already in my mouth and Steve was seeking permission to invade my mouth as well. I licked his cock head alternately even as Tim fucked my mouth. The two cocks loomed large in front of me as I took Steve’s balls in my hands and escort bayan göztepe manipulated them. He groaned in half pain and half excitement as I squeezed his nuts.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh”, “What are you doing” he shouted as I pressed his balls harder. It seemed to make his cock jerk and swell bigger as I replaced Tim’s penis with Steve’s shuddering cock. Tm did not like my taking his penis out but he then moved to his favorite garden – my untrimmed armpits where he laid his cock to rest. His cock had always spent lots of its time in my armpits but my find was focused on Steve’s erect penis.

“I am going to fuck your mouth you whore” Steve screamed as he pierced my willing mouth with his spear. His weapon was thrust into my mouth as I grabbed his hips and made him fuck my mouth. Was I fucking his cock with my mouth or vice versa it was difficult to say but I think we both were getting maximum pleasure. He bucked his hips and writhed in excitement as we continued our merry way.

Tim also was hard in my underarms. The swelling cock was buried in my jungle and I could feel he was tired as he moved his cock ever so slightly in the heavy pelt of hair in my furry armpits. Tim tried to grab a fistful of my furry thicket at my pubic triangle, as he seemed confused at which of my body hair he needed more. I knew of course that my underarms were what he was turned on most by.

Steve was near climaxing as I shuddered into another orgasm. His pulsating cock spurted with his semen seeing which darling Tim deposited his white sticky seed into my jet-black underarms. It was the end of another hair-raising tale.

Tim was exhausted but satisfied that after 15 years he had made me fuck another man but I knew and felt he wanted more of these hair-raising encounters.

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Penny adjusted her blazer, then quietly left the washroom and returned to her desk. She hadn’t really gotten any work completed that day, beyond typing up some notes and organizing the digital calendars for the three men. Honestly, there wasn’t much for her to do, which she supposed was why they needed her – they worked so hard they really needed some stress relief. She smiled to herself, very happy with how the day had gone. She’d never had a hard time enjoying sex, but those men really knew what they were doing. She’d learned new things about herself too: who knew she could get so into such kink?

“Ms. Ferguson?” she heard over her intercom. “We have dinner plans at 6:00 PM. Be ready.”

She heard a click and knew her response wasn’t needed. And based on how abrupt the instructions had been, she knew Mr. Hammond wasn’t expecting anything other than a yes anyway. She continued typing out some notes, then began reading through some of the files for each client, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to understand who may be meeting any of the partners in the future and how she could maybe help.

“All set?”

Penny looked up to see Mr. Nathan standing in the doorway wearing his coat. Over two hours had passed without her even realizing it. “All set,” she replied, reaching into a drawer to retrieve her purse. She stood as Mr. Nathan opened the closet next to her desk, took her coat and held it up for her to slip her arms into. She was more than a little pleased at his gentlemanly behaviour, particularly considering that between their own encounter earlier and what his partners must have told him, she wouldn’t exactly be considered a lady to much of society.

“Thank you, Mr. Nathan,” she said, smiling up at him. She knew their first names, of course, but found she liked the formality and the slightly naughty reminder that they were her bosses.

He put his hand in the small of her back and nudged her out the door to a waiting car. Mr. Hammond was in the driver’s seat and Mr. Green was riding shotgun. Mr. Nathan reached out to open one of the back doors, holding her hand as she slid into her seat, closing it softly when she pulled her legs in. The leather was a light tan colour and softer than any she’d felt before. The rest of the interior looked a lot like their offices – dark wood and an old-school, classy feel. And seemingly very expensive as well.

She clicked her seatbelt into place at the same time as Mr. Nathan, who’d gotten in the other side, and face forward as the car pulled away. Her attention was immediately drawn back to her left, though, as Mr. Nathan reached over and ran one finger up her thigh before grabbing her hand. He intertwined their fingers, then leaned back staring ahead. It seemed like he really just wanted to hold hands, so she squeezed her hand around his once, then looked forward for the remainder of the ride which lasted about 15 minutes. The car pulled up in front of a red-brick building with no name, just a brass plaque over the door that looked like a coat of arms.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“A men’s club of which we’re all members,” Mr. Green replied. “Women aren’t usually allowed, but we reserved a private dining room for the evening which is when an exception is made. And this will give us a more… intimate environment for us all to get to know each other better,” he said with a smirk, opening his door and stepping out. He moved immediately to open Penny’s door, holding out his hand to help her out.

Penny was a little overwhelmed with the attention, her last boyfriend not even holding the doors for her since she was a “strong, independent woman”. And she was. But sometimes it was nice to feel a little dainty. She placed her hand in his which he then tucked into his elbow as they walked up the steps. Mr. Hammond handed his keys to the valet then he and Mr. Nathan followed in behind them.

They all stopped in the foyer and Mr. Hammond stepped up to pull her coat off her shoulders, which he promptly handed to the elderly man waiting just inside the doors who greet them all by name. All three men handed over their coats and proceeded down the hall, Mr. Hammond’s hand resting just above her ass.

They walked through a door into a large room decorated more as a sitting room than a dining room, though a table sat in the centre with four chairs around it, set for supper. Against one wall was a fireplace with a blaze already going. To either side sat comfortable-looking armchairs. On the opposite wall was a couch which matched the chairs, a side table on either end with lamps adorning each. The art on the walls was almost erotic, with each painting showing the same women, each in a different stage of undress. Depending on which way you looked at them, she was either getting dressed or stripping.

“Have a seat, Penny,” Mr. Green said, holding out her chair. She stepped away from Mr. Hammond and sat down. Each man quickly took a seat at the table and Mr. Green picked up a bottle of Champagne from the silver sarıyer escort bucket where it had been chilling and poured them all a glass.

“Penny, it’s only been a day, but I think we can all agree that we’re thrilled you agreed to join us. I can personally attest to the fact that I was more productive today than I have been in months, and that’s even with that hour-long break this morning,” Mr. Nathan toasted, with a wink in her direction. “We’re so happy to have you here and look forward to higher office morale.”

Penny blushed, pleased when the other two men heartily agreed. They all clinked glasses, then sat back in their seats. The door opened a second later and two servers walked in, each with two dome-covered plates, and set one in front of each diner. They removed the cloches, and walked out, not having said a word.

Penny looked down at her plate, a beautiful fillet of salmon atop what looked like mushroom risotto in front of her. She looked back up, seeing all three men staring at her in a way that made her pussy clench.

“Get that look off your face, Penny,” Mr. Nathan laughed. “We’re going to eat before ravishing you. Besides, you’ll need the fuel.”

His words broke the tense feeling in the room, all of them anticipating what they knew would happen later. Each of them picked up their utensils and began eating, holding light conversation throughout the meal, sometimes asking Penny questions, answering hers, or lightly ribbing each other over past misdeeds. It was clear to her that the men had known each other a long time and were more than comfortable together, though clearly dedicated to their jobs, all working together to make their firm a success.

Penny placed her silverware on her plate indicating she was finished and leaned back in her chair, moving her Champagne glass to her lips. Mr. Green had kept her glass topped up and she thought she must have had about three glasses; she was starting to feel it now.

The air became heavier as the men realized she’d finished, pushing aside their plates and turning towards her as one.

“All finished?” Mr. Hammond asked, his voice deeper than usual.

Penny nodded, and he stood and moved to a small intercom on the wall by the door. “We’re ready for dessert,” he said into it before releasing the button and moving to the small bar in the corner. “Scotch?” he asked the room at large, not waiting for anyone’s answer before he poured four, coming around to hand them each a glass as the door once again opened. The same two servers came back into the room, removing the plates and silverware and returning a moment later with a large platter covered in delicate pastries and small desserts which were left in the middle of the table.

One of the servers stopped at the door on the way out, asking if there was anything else the party would require that evening. “Just privacy,” Mr. Green answered, to which the server smiled knowingly, nodding swiftly and departing. Penny took a deep breath, knowing that the evening was about to get a lot more interesting.

Mr. Nathan stood and held out his hand. When she placed her own in his, he pulled her to her feet, his other arm coming around her back to hold her close to him. His head ducked down, his lips trailing light kisses down her neck, causing her to shiver. He pulled back, smiling, then led her to stand in front of the fireplace.

Mr. Green moved up to her side, reaching out to brush her hair over her shoulder and allowing his hand to trail down her back, not stopping until he had a firm grip on one ass cheek. He squeezed lightly, then moved in behind her placing both hands on her hips and pulling her back so her ass rested in the v of his groin. She moaned, getting louder as Mr. Nathan grasped a tit in either hand before moving them down to undo her jacket.

Mr. Green reached up to her shoulders to pull off the jacket as Mr. Nathan worked on undoing her blouse buttons in record time, slipping her blouse off her shoulders but leaving it tangled around her wrists. Penny took a deep breath, her tits threatening to spill over her bra, her nipples pebbling before their eyes as she felt a gush of wetness from her cunt, not confined by panties and starting to slowly drip down her leg.

Mr. Green reached to her right hip and slowly undid her skirt zipper, allowing it to puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of it kicking it lightly to the side before gasping as Mr. Green’s lips started inching down her back and Mr. Nathan’s hands moved back up to her tits, squeezing tightly until they almost hurt. His head moved down, capturing her mouth with his, tongues beginning to wrestle as he twisted her nipples. Mr. Green was now kneeling behind her and she felt his hand reaching up between her legs. She spread them wider, waiting for him to touch her where she needed it most.

Penny moaned as she felt a single digit sweep between her lips, spreading the proof of her desire before halkalı escort entering her pussy. Overwhelmed, her knees became weak, Mr. Nathan wrapping his arms around her to hold her up, still pressing his mouth to hers, hungry for her kiss.

“Perhaps we should move this to a horizontal surface,” Mr. Hammond said. “Then we can all enjoy her without worrying she’ll fall over with her first orgasm.”

Mr. Green stood, his finger still swirling in Penny’s tight channel, and Mr. Nathan lifted his head, laughing, “yeah, I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” before picking her up and moving towards the table. She whimpered as she lost Mr. Green’s finger. Mr. Nathan placed her face-up on the table, ripping off the remains of her blouse and then her bra. Mr. Hammond barely moved the plate of desserts in time, though made no move to put it down.

Instead he held the platter out to the other men, raising one eyebrow. The other two men grinned and each grabbed a few, turning back towards Penny with expressions that made her thighs clench. Mr. Green placed two circular desserts over her nipples before tilting a small bowl and drizzling melted chocolate over her mound, up over her stomach, around her breasts and ending at her neck.

In the meantime, Mr. Nathan had taken three small éclairs and was methodically stuffing them up her cunt. She flexed her internal muscles, crushing them, feeling the cold cream spill into her. She moaned as Mr. Green and Mr. Hammond both began nibbling on the pastries covering her chest then each taking a nipple in the mouth and sucking hard. Mr. Nathaniel started licking the chocolate off her body, beginning on her mound just above her clit and twirling his tongue across her skin. His mouth soon moved down her cunt, taking small bites of an éclair as Penny’s muscles pulsed, pushing it out.

Mr. Nathan stood a moment later licking his way up her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel. Mr. Green quickly moved between her thighs, laving her pussy, swirling his tongue around the second éclair protruding from her cunt, eating it up before sucking her clit into his mouth. Penny arched her back, pleasure swirling through her core, so close to cumming it almost hurt. “No!” she gasped as Mr. Green pulled away, replaced quickly by Mr. Hammond.

Mr. Hammond lightly bit the last éclair, carefully not touching Penny’s sensitive skin. “Please, please make me cum,” she almost shouted. “I’m so close.” The other men continued to clean her skin of the remaining chocolate as Mr. Hammond chuckled, his hands reaching around her thighs, slowly moving towards her wet heat. “You’ll need to be a bit more specific Penny,” Mr. Hammond said. “I need to know exactly what you need from us.”

His hands stopped just short of her cunt, then stilled as he glanced up with one eyebrow raised. “I’m waiting,” he said. “What do you want?”

Penny groaned, desperate for his touch, for his cock, but mostly just to cum. “Please make me cum,” she begged. “Please suck my clit in your mouth, jam your fingers in my cunt, fuck me with them, fuck me with your hard cock, make me do whatever you want, just please let me cum!” She finished her sentence on a hard, indrawn breath, almost immediately letting out a wail as Mr. Hammond’s lips clamped around her clit and his fingers thrust into her pussy hard. He pumped them in and out quickly while sucking hard. Moments later she shuddered hard and groaned as she came, cunt spasming hard around Mr. Hammond’s fingers.

As she began to come down, Mr. Green turned her head to face him and thrust his cock towards her mouth. She immediately opened her lips, sucking him in hard, moaning at his masculine taste. His hands reached out and held the back of her head as he began to move faster, fucking her face. Penny swirled her tongue around him then jumped slightly as Mr. Hammond’s dick speared her hard. Her left hand was picked up and wrapped around Mr. Nathan’s hard cock as he used her to jerk himself off. Everyone’s breath was heavy, Penny’s especially as her throat was continuously invaded by Mr. Green’s cock, his thrusts becoming quicker as he got closer to cumming.

A moment later he let out a yell as his jizz gushed into Penny’s mouth for a moment before he pulled out and shot the remainder of his load on her face, using his dick to swirl the cum around until her entire visage held a faint shine. Watching this, Mr. Hammond pounded her harder, soon also depositing his spunk inside her tight cunt. He pulled out, watching as a few drops of cum dripped out. They were pushed back inside a moment later, though, as Mr. Nathan shoved his cock up inside her, pumping quickly, already close to cumming after the magic of her hand.

Penny reached down, playing with her clit. She’d been worked back up to a fever pitch and was aching to reach another completion. Mr. Hammond had moved towards her head, leaning down to kiss her, his mouth occasionally straying to her cheeks and chin, licking escort bakırköy Mr. Green’s cum from her skin before returning to wrestle their tongues together. Mr. Green was standing behind Mr. Nathan, running his hands over Mr. Nathan’s body, hips grinding against his ass in time to Mr. Nathan’s thrusts into Penny.

She felt it coming again and rubbed her clit harder as Mr. Nathan began to moan, both crashing at the same time. “Fuck, baby. Yes,” he shouted as his cum jetted into her. “Your cunt’s so hot. So slippery, full of two men’s cum. I’m going to pull out and I bet it’s just going to be spilling out of you, won’t it?” he asked, coming to a stop and slowing withdrawing. Mr. Green stepped back to let him move from between Penny’s legs, both of them watching her cunt hole begin to close after being stretched by two large cocks. She could feel cum slowly sliding from her body, loving how slutty she was being.

Mr. Hammond grabbed her hair, pulling her to a sitting position. “A delicious end to a great meal,” he said. “But I don’t think we’re done yet, are we?” He moved her to a standing position then turned her to bend over the table, ass presented to them all. “Don’t move,” he commanded, then turned to the dessert tray and grabbed a bowl of whipped cream. “We’re going to claim that tight ass.” He licked her rosette, then scooped up a finger full of cream, applying it to her hole, slowly pushing it inside.

Penny winced, but relaxed as she got used to the foreign feeling. A moment later more cool cream was inserted inside her, this time with two fingers. Again, it took her a moment to adjust, but soon began to feel come pleasure at the intrusion. She looked to the side to see Mr. Nathan on his knees, Mr. Green’s cock in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled back then thrusting forward again. Penny gasped, thrilled by this illicit act but was soon distracted as Mr. Hammond pulled out what was now three fingers, replacing them with his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass, Penny,” he said as he began to enter her. “I’m going to stretch it out and make you scream.” With that he pushed all the way in, then stilled so she could get used to him in her forbidden hole. A few moments later she pushed back against him, wanting to know what came next. He said something under his breath then grabbed her hips and withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her. He repeated this, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, until she began to tense. She hadn’t known it was possible, but she knew she was about to cum from an ass-fucking. She screamed a moment later, channels pulsing and milking his dick until he exploded inside her, halting his movements when he finished, leaning over her back and kissing her neck. He pulled all the way out then made his way towards the connecting washroom.

Mr. Nathan stood, Mr. Green’s cock slipping from his mouth, and positioned himself behind Penny, barely pausing before grabbing his dick by the base and entering Penny’s ass. It still stung, but not as bad this time and she acclimated quicker, her tunnel lubed now by more than just whipped cream. Mr. Nathan fucked her hard, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull at her clit. He then thrust two fingers up her cunt, playing with the cum already inside. He scooped up some cum then reached up to her mouth, allowing her to suck the cum from his fingers before returning for more, all the while humping against her ass, getting closer to cumming. A second later Penny shattered as his fingers rolled around her pussy, causing him to dump a second load into her ass.

Mr. Nathan pulled out, a trail of cum following him before falling over her. Mr. Green smiled as he took his place behind her. Penny turned to look at him, a bit worried as he was the largest of them. But he gave her a reassuring nod then lined up his cock and shoved it inside her. She realized did needn’t have worried – the two cocks before him had really stretched her out. She leaned over the table until her whole front was flat against it, rolling her hips as Mr. Green thrust in and out. She jolted up, though, as her clit was sucked into a mouth, looking down to see Mr. Hammond on his knees underneath her, sucking her and playing his fingers through her pussy. She hadn’t thought it possible, but she realized she was close again to cumming.

For the umpteenth time that night, Penny screamed then moaned as she came. Her orgasm caused her muscles to spasm, milking Mr. Green for him cum which he soon surrendered. He pulled out a moment later and Mr. Hammond stood. The three of them stood behind her, watching as her hole gaped open and cum dripped both from her ass and pussy, slowing leaking down her legs.

Penny tried to stand but collapsed back on the table, exhausted, but incredibly satisfied.

The three men helped her stand and brought her to the washroom. Mr. Nathan stepped into the shower with her, helping her wash away the jizz, holding her close and supporting her. “You’re perfect, you know that? You let us use you and join in with enthusiasm. You’re so dirty, but so innocent at the same time. We’re so lucky to have you as our slut,” he whispered in her ear. She didn’t reply but turned in his arms and kissed him. It was a sweet kiss and conveyed both her thanks for such an amazing experience and her clear willingness to get closer.

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