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Pt. IV – “Teacher’s Pet”

The story so far: Armed with an incriminating video tape, David Finch has forced his beautiful but evil English teacher, and her transsexual lover, to be his sex slaves, fulfilling his every sordid adolescent fantasy. As if that weren’t enough, news of David’s exploits have caught the attention of Angela Kelly, a local cheerleader, who proved herself as skillful on a bed as she is on the sidelines. Young David is truly on top of the world, too giddy with satiated lust to realize that pride cometh before the fall.

The Cheshire cat grin never left my face as I drove home from Angie’s house. I simply could not believe my good fortune. Not only did I have the delectable Miss Becky Beakman and her bizarre but fascinating lover as my own personal sex slaves, but now I had a gorgeous cheerleader making up elaborate schemes to get me in bed with her! Maybe there was a God after all. And if so, he’s a huge David Finch fan!

I hadn’t planned on visiting Becky and Marty tonight. But after my episode with Angie, I was feeling hornier than ever. When I got home, I called Becky’s number. Marty answered. “Hello, slave.” I said haughtily. “Master David has decided to grace you with his presence tonight. I will arrive at eight. I expect you to be suitable dressed… the leather, I think. I’m feeling rather kinky tonight.”

“Don’t worry, ‘Master David'”, came the sarcastic reply, “We’ll be ready for you.” As I hung up the receiver, it occurred to me that Martha, who had always been the more defiant of the two, was getting out of hand. I would have to discipline her; remind her who was in charge. As I undressed and headed for the shower, I contemplated various ways to show my belligerent slave how to behave. Perhaps the whip was in order, I thought, as I adjusted the water temperature to the way I liked it; just a shade below scalding. Lathering up in the steaming spray, I entertained visions of reddening Marty’s androgynous ass with her own leather whip. My cock began to swell in anticipation. Down Boy! There will be time for that later.

I arrived at “The Love Shack”, as I had begun to think of Becky’s house, precisely at eight. The door opened even before I knocked. Very good. I strode in, master of my domain. As I had instructed, both Becky and Martha were dressed in leather. Becky wore a shiny black leather mini skirt atop spike-heeled pumps that accentuated her long, slender legs. The matching bustier top was laced tightly up the center, barely able to contain her bountiful breasts. Martha’s white leather skirt was longer, but slit up both sides to the hip, showing an abundance of shapely leg. Her top, also white, was similar to Becky’s, though not as challenged by her more modest bosom. “Well done, ladies”, I congratulated them, “Master David is very pleased. You may now greet me with a kiss.” Becky strode confidently forward, stopping inches in front of me. I was so engrossed in her incredible cleavage that I didn’t notice her right hand until it crashed into the side of my face in a jaw-rattling right cross! I staggered a couple of steps, as much from shock as the impact.

“Are you mad?!?” I asked incredulously once my head cleared.

“Shut up, Finch!” Becky snapped, picking up the TV remote. “The game’s over.” With that, she clicked on the TV. At first I thought it was just some porn flick. Some guy was fucking this cute blonde from bağcılar escort behind. Then I looked closer. Holy shit! That’s not some guy! That’s ME! Fucking Angela!!!

“Where the hell did you get this?” I demanded. In response, Becky called out “Come on in, dear”. The bedroom door opened, and in walked Angela! My jaw dropped. My brain was spinning. “Yes, Aunt Becky?” Angela said, innocently. “But…. Wha…. I…. Aunt Becky?!?!” I stammered.

“That’s right, asshole”, Marty said. “You’ve got your video, and now we have ours.”

I slowly began to collect my thoughts. “Wait a minute” I said at last, “You don’t have dick! Angela’s over 18. What are you going to do, show everyone that I screwed a cheerleader? Oh, horrors!” I exclaimed in mock dismay, “I wouldn’t want that to get around!”

“No, idiot”, Becky explained, “We’re not going to show your pals that you screwed Angela. We’re going to show the police that you raped Angela!”

I looked at the three women, each with an expression as smug as the others. “You’ll never get them to believe that. It will be her word against mine.”

“Oh, they’ll believe it.” Angela said, “Because the first officer we’re going to tell is Sargent Kelly, or should I say, ‘Daddy’.”

My heart sank. I had met Sargent Kelly only once. He stopped me for a running a stop sign. The rumor was that he had a promising career as a defensive lineman, but he had injured so many players that none of the major teams would touch him. I remembered the blistering lecture he had given me, ranting about how punks who disregarded the law should be horse-whipped! And that was for running a stop sign!

“OK,” I sighed, “You win. I guess this makes us even. I’ll give you my tape, and you give me yours. Well, it was nice while it lasted.”

“Even?” Becky asked. “Oh I hardly think we’re even, David. You see, if you show your tape, Martha and I will suffer some humiliation. I may even lose my job. But if I show this tape, you’re looking at ten to fifteen years in jail. And that’s if you live long enough to go to trial. You see, my brother-in-law is quite sure his little girl is a virgin.” I stared at Becky in disbelief. Then I looked again at the tape. I was fucking Angela in the ass, and the look of pain and degradation on her face was Oscar-worthy. She had even squeezed out a couple of tears. There was no doubt; anyone who saw this tape without knowing the truth would see a rape. She had me by the balls.

“You bitch!” I hissed.

“Count on it!” she spat back.

So, what do you want?” I asked, not wanting to hear the answer.

“What do you think I want?” she sneered, “Now, STRIP!” I looked around at my tormentors. Martha, particularly, seemed to be enjoying herself. The tables had turned. The slaves were now the masters; the master now a slave, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. With trembling hands, I began to remove my clothes. Soon, I was standing naked before them. I clasped my hands in front of my fear-shriveled cock. “Hands at your sides!” Martha barked. I quickly complied.

“So, Angela,” Becky asked, “do you want first crack at him? You’ve earned it.”

“Thank you, Aunt Becky. That’s very sweet of you.” Angela replied, “But I have to get home and study. Finals, you know. And besides,” she stood before me and gave my withered cock zeytinburnu escort a playful squeeze, “I’ve already had him. And to be honest, it wasn’t that great.” Becky and Martha roared with laughter. Then, with many thanks, they bid Angela farewell, and turned their attention back to me.

“You know, Martha, I hardly know where to begin” Becky said.

“Well I do!” Martha replied. She walked behind me, and almost instantly I felt the sharp sting of the whip on my bare ass. “On your knees, slave!” Martha barked. I clumsily did as I was told. There were sounds of rustling material, then Martha came around in front of me. She had removed her skirt. Her semi-erect but growing cock swung before me. “Suck it!” she commanded. I just knelt there, dumbstruck, watching as her member grew longer and thicker. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she pulled me to her crotch. “I said Suck It!” she barked.

I opened my mouth, allowing the bulbous, swollen head past my lips. I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I just moved my head back and forth. “You’re going to have to do better than that, slave,” Martha taunted, “or the next cock you suck will be your cell mate’s!” I knew she meant it, so I started doing the things I liked done to me. I drew the throbbing member as far into my mouth as I could without gagging, sliding my tongue around the underside. Then I pulled back and concentrated on the head, licking the sensitive glans and probing the slit with my tongue. Martha began to moan softly and rotate her hips, fucking my face. Still holding onto my hair, she thrust her cock deep into my mouth, causing me to gag as it entered my throat.

Martha released me, coughing and retching. “Well, that was pathetic!” she complained. “I can see you’re going to need a lot more practice.”

“Let’s see if he does any better with pussy.” Becky suggested. I looked up to see that Becky had moved to an overstuffed armchair. She was slouched back with one leg thrown over each arm, fully exposing her snatch and asshole. It was clear from her swollen and glistening pussy lips that she had been playing with herself while watching me give her lover head. “Come here, slave,” Becky commanded, “and eat me.” I started to rise, but Martha grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down.

“Not like that! Crawl to your mistress like the dog you are!”

“Yes, mistress.” I replied obediently. I knew the rules. After all, I had written them. I crawled on my hands and knees to where Becky lay waiting, lazily pulling on her outer lips, opening her pussy wide.

“Make me come, slave.” Becky sneered. “That’s an order.” I stuck out my tongue and licked her juicy pussy from bottom to top, swirling around her clit. Becky sucked air through her teeth. “Oooh yeah, “she hissed “That’s it. Suck that pussy. And my ass…. Kiss my ass, you blackmailing son of a bitch! Lick it! Stick our tongue in it!”.

Less enthusiastically, I did as I was commanded, placing a tentative kiss on her puckered rear hole. I alternated between licking her luscious pussy, and rimming her bung-hole. Just as I was starting to think this slave gig might not be so bad after all, I felt a strange sensation on my ass. Something cool and wet was being smeared between my cheeks. I started to turn to see what Martha was up to, but Becky grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me back florya escort into her crotch.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” she said, smacking me on the head for emphasis. I could scarcely breathe as she ground her pussy into my mouth and nose. Suddenly, I felt something soft, yet firm nudging against my asshole

“Oh my God!” I realized, “Marty’s going to fuck me up the ass!” I tried to pull away. But Becky had wrapped her legs around my head, and was holding me in a suffocating vice grip. With Becky’s thighs pressed against my ears, Martha’s voice was muffled as she said “Don’t fight it, stud. It’ll just make it hurt more!”. There was a moment of searing fire as Marty forced the first few inches past my reluctant sphincter.

The first thrusts brought white-hot pain and pressure, which eased slowly as she began to pump slowly, fucking my virgin ass. I was shocked to realize that, despite the pain and humiliation, my own cock was now rock hard! As I sucked feverishly at Becky’s dripping cunt, Martha pumped in and out of my ass with increasing urgency, massaging my prostate, and bringing me to the brink of my own orgasm. My tongue was hammering on Becky’s clit, and she began panting “Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!!!!” Just then, Martha let out a groan, and I could feel hot spunk flowing where hot spunk had never gone before! My brain was so overloaded with these new sensations that I almost didn’t realize that I was cumming too! Without so much as touching my dick, I had shot my load onto the carpet!

Becky released her death grip on my head, and I gulped for air. Just then, Marty withdrew from my butt. I could feel the hot cum dripping slowly down over my balls. I raised myself up on my haunches. Becky was staring at me with a look of victorious contempt. But when her gaze fell to my dripping cock, and then to the soiled carpet, her expression changed to pure rage. “Who told you you could cum?!” She shreiked, “And on my carpet! Clean that up immediately!” I started to rise, to look for a towel, but was stopped cold by Martha, who said, “Not like that! Lick it up, dog!” I shot a pleading look at Becky, but her vicious smile told me I was looking for mercy where none existed. Fighting a wave of nausea, I bent down, and began to lick my salty semen from the rug, stopping occasionally to scrape bits of carpet fiber off my tongue.

With their sexual needs satisfied, for the moment anyway, my mistresses’ domination took a more pragmatic turn. Becky brought out a frilly lace apron, which she tied around my waist. It did little to hide my nakedness; just made me look like a fool. They then set me to work, washing dishes, vacuuming scrubbing the bathroom. Frequently, they would walk by, slap me sharply on the ass, and point out a spot I had missed. It was after eleven before they tired of abusing me, and I was permitted to dress.

As I was putting on my clothes, Becky and Martha traded ideas on how they would abuse me the next time I was ordered to come by. “I have several friends who would love to have a crack at that tight little ass of yours!” Marty said gleefully. “Hmmm,” Becky mused “We could even charge them for it. Might as well make a little extra cash while we’re at it.

Once I had finished dressing, I respectfully requested permission to go. Sounding bored, Becky replied, “I suppose so. How about you, Martha? Any further degradation you wish to inflict on young David here?”

“No,” Martha said haughtily, “Let the slave get his beauty sleep. He’ll need it for tomorrow night.”

“Thank you, Mistresses”, I said icily, and walked quickly toward the door. As I opened it, Becky called out “Oh, and by the way Master David, you just flunked English. See you in Summer school!”

The End

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This is a story about a woman cuckolding a man and taking all his money – don’t read if that doesn’t interest you!

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I first met Kristin on a Saturday night at a trendy bar in my city. She was cute, around 28 with dirty blonde hair, and a sexy blue dress on. I’m 33. We hit it off and I bought her several drinks throughout the night. I thought I might be getting lucky when this tall, muscular guy butted into our conversation. Kristin was obviously tipsy at this point and she didn’t seem to mind. He introduced himself as Brad but quickly turned his attention to Kristin. He slowly rotated his body to edge me out of the picture. Pretty soon they were deep in conversation, touching each other, and totally ignoring me. The next thing I know they were full on making out in front of me. The girl I spent the night talking to and buying drinks for had rejected me for an athletic stud. Although I felt humiliated it was a pretty hot scene to watch. The next thing I knew they were walking out the door arm-in-arm, she didn’t even say bye.

I went home and masturbated to the thought of Mr. Stud plowing Kristin. Why I didn’t think of myself in that role I don’t know, but I clearly felt inferior to him. The next day I gathered my courage and messaged her on Facebook that I had a great time with her. I didn’t mention that she had brazenly chosen another man over me, I figured she was just drunk and it wasn’t a big deal. To my delight she wrote back and said she had a great time too! I got the courage up to ask her to dinner and she said yes. We went out the following Friday – I took her to a nice seafood restaurant, got an expensive bottle of wine, and we had a great time. I noticed she was on her phone a decent amount but I didn’t think much of it – chalking it up to millennials and their phones.

I was going to suggest we stop off for a nightcap somewhere but Kristin beat me to the punch. She said she had some friends meeting up at a bar near her apartment. Excited, I thought maybe she chose that location for close proximity to her apartment in case things continued to go well. We got to the bar – it was a generic Irish bar filled with 20 somethings. Not really my scene, but whatever, I was trying to get laid. We headed toward the back and my heart sank as I saw Brad from the bar the other night. Kristin made a beeline for him and gave him a big hug. I’m pretty sure he grabbed her ass too as he turned and looked at me. Brad gave me a big, shit-eating grin and said “hey buddy, long time no see.” It turns out Kristin’s “friends” were Brad and his guy buddies. I was humiliated but couldn’t really do much except grin and bear it and hope Kristin would choose me. Considering even I had jerked off to the vision of them fucking I knew that was pretty unlikely.

In an effort to fit in, I bought everybody a round of drinks. I then stood awkwardly off to the side while Brad and Kristin were engrossed in conversation. One thing led to another and they were full-on making out again. It was humiliating that I had dropped hundreds of dollars on this girl and she had me bring her to the guy that was fucking her. After a bit Brad and Kristin walked up to me hand-in-hand.

“Thanks for dinner and the drinks,” she said as she pecked me on the cheek and walked out the door with Brad.

“See ya round, buddy,” Brad said with a smirk.

Humiliated, I paid the tab and went home alone to jerk off to Brad and Kristin fucking.

The next morning I messaged her again.

“Hey Kristin, had a great time last night 🙂 Hope to see you soon.”

What was I doing? She had totally used and humiliated me. Why was I reaching out to her. It didn’t take long for her to respond.

“Aww, I had fun too 🙂 Why don’t you come bring me breakfast in bed? A bagel with cream cheese and an iced coffee.”

I eagerly obeyed and headed over. I pulled up to the complex carrying her request and buzzed her apartment to get in. As I headed up the stairs my heart sank – Brad was coming down the stairs with an arrogant grin on his face.

“Hey buddy,” He said as he walked past me.

I bowed my head and said nothing and continued on to Kristin’s apartment.

Did Kristin coordinate the time of his exit and my arrival? I wondered.

I didn’t care. I was becoming infatuated with her, and even though she used me and humiliated me at every opportunity I wanted more. Little did I know what would eventually be in store for me. I arrived at her apartment and rang the doorbell.

“Come in, it’s unlocked,” Kristin said.

I stepped in her apartment and saw her bedroom door was ajar. Kristin was laying across her bed with a robe and panties on, no bra. The sheets were a tangled mess. Kristin had a glow about her face like she had been freshly fucked and the smell of sex filled the room. It was obvious she and Brad were having sex all night. But why did she want me to come over? I wondered. I handed her her food and coffee. She set them on the table next to her.

“Come here,” güngören escort she said, beckoning me over to her.

Was I going to get sloppy seconds? I wondered. Hell, I didn’t care I was infatuated with this girl and wanted to do anything to get near her.

I got on the bed and she pulled me close for what I thought was a kiss.

“I hate to ask, but could you lend me a little money for rent? I’m a month behind.”

On our date I had told her I make good money, well into six figures. I didn’t want to come off as cheap so I told her of course I would help her, and she didn’t need to worry about paying me back. She smiled and kissed me. After making out for a couple minutes she grabbed me by the back of the head and started pressing down. I made my way between her legs and started sucking on her thighs.

The smell of sex was intoxicating. She had clearly just had sex and her scent filled the room. Brad’s too probably. I pulled off her panties and began licking. I tasted lot of fluid – a tangy, salty mixture. I was pretty sure I was tasting their combined juices but I wasn’t one to argue, I was infatuated with her. Kristin ended up being quite rough with me – pulling my hair and talking dirty to me.

“That’s right, suck the cum out of me,” I thought I heard. I wasn’t certain so I still eagerly lapped at her pussy, hoping I would get to fuck her once I cleaned her out. After she came twice on my face she pushed me aside. I tried to mount her but she closed her legs.

“I’m too tired and I have a busy day, I need some rest. Before you go would you mind transferring me the money for my rent? Thanks.”

With that she got up and walked to the bathroom. I sat there dumbfounded. Not only had I spent hundreds of dollars on food and drinks for her, I was about to transfer her a thousand dollars for rent after sucking another man’s cum from her pussy and getting nothing in return! I wanted to storm out of there but my raging hard-on won out. I transferred her the money and said goodbye. She kissed me on the cheek on my way out.

I thought about her the entire day, jerking off twice to the memory of her using me. I couldn’t help myself – I messaged her the next day telling her what a great time I had. I didn’t hear back from her for a few days. I spent the entire time going crazy, wondering if she fucking Brad or someone else. Wondering if she was done with me after getting her rent money. I vowed to go above and beyond to spoil her if I got another chance with her. I finally heard from her a few days later.

“Ugh, I have a date tonight and nothing to wear,” She texted me.

My heart pounded. A date? Didn’t she know I wanted to date her myself? Why was she telling me this? I had to admit I was excited, though. I figured if I could showcase myself as a loyal, generous, non-jealous guy then maybe she would choose me.

“Well, why don’t we go to the mall and get you something to wear? ;-)” I typed, fingers trembling. I was trying to play it cool, like it was no big deal to buy her a dress to wear on a date with another man.

“Great, there’s a dress I picked out at the mall. We can get it and you can take me to lunch after.”

I eagerly agreed and pushed all the doubts I had out of my mind. I picked her up and she kissed me on the cheek. I was hoping for more but since she had a date tonight I didn’t want to press. I was trying to play it cool.

We got to the store and the clerk recognized Kristin.

“Your dress is altered. Do you want to try it on before you buy?” The clerk asked.

“Sure,” Kristin said.

Kristin came out of the dressing room and looked absolutely stunning in a beautiful, low-cut, short cream-colored dress. For a moment I forgot she would be wearing it for someone else.

“You look great,” I said.

“Is this your boyfriend?” The clerk asked.

“Oh no, he’s just a friend,” Kristin replied instantly. The speed in which she dismissed me as her lover definitely made my heart sink. But, she looked great and I was determined to win her over.

“You know.. I don’t really have any shoes that match,” Kristin said. “Do you recommend a pair to go with them?”

“I have just the pair,” the clerk said, and came back with a pair of gold heels.

“Great, thanks,” Kristin said to me and kissed me on the cheek.

I hadn’t even paid yet or agreed to the shoes but I knew I couldn’t protest, I wanted her to think I was easy-going and it was no big deal. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when the clerk rang up the purchases. The dress was $1699 and the shoes were $699. I grinned and handed her my card, totaling almost $2400 in purchases.

“Thanks, you’re the best,” Kristin said beaming, as she handed me her bags to carry. “Now, let’s get lunch.”

There was a Capital Grille in the mall so I took her there. We sat down and she ordered an expensive bottle of wine (of course). She then spent the meal how she and Brad beykent escort didn’t work out. He had a big dick and was great in bed but it was just a fling, nothing serious. Things took a turn for the worse when she made her next comment.

“I would never sleep with a guy less than 8 inches,” Kristin said.

I turned bright red, giving my 5″ away as if I had whipped it out on the table.

“Aww, I thought so,” Kristin said as she laughed. “Don’t worry you make up for it with your tongue and your wallet though. Since you were a good boy today I’ll let you taste me before my date.”

I simply nodded yes, humiliated that Kristin knew I had a small penis, and devastated that she made it clear I would never be fucking her. Still, I loved going down on her and had jerked off to the memory several times in the past few days so I was getting excited about licking her later. I paid the check and we walked to my car.

We got to her apartment and she dropped her bags and firmly grabbed me by the hand, leading me into her bedroom. She roughly forced me between her crotch and I went down on her for close to 2 hours. After she orgasmed several times she pushed me off.

“You should go,” she said. “I need to get ready for my date. Oh, do you have any cash I can borrow? I don’t expect he’ll ask me to pay but you never know.”

By this time I had a feeling I wouldn’t be seeing any of the money Kristin was “borrowing” but I was so horny I didn’t care. I gave her everything I had in my wallet – almost $400.

“Oh, one more thing. I don’t want you jerking off tonight to the thought of me getting plowed by a bigger man. I have a surprise for you tomorrow and I want you good and horny for it.”

My face reddened. How did she know I had been fantasizing about her getting fucked by guys with bigger cocks than me? I simply nodded yes and slunk out.

I tossed and turned all night – my thoughts alternated between dreaming of Kristin getting fucked by someone else and going down on her afterwards. I awoke in the morning to a text message.

“OMG the sex was incredible. He stayed over all night and fucked me four times. Twice in the morning. Get over here with that tongue.”

I threw clothes on and rushed out the door, eager to obey. I arrived at her apartment and rang the doorbell. Kristin told me to come in. I walked to the bedroom and Kristin was lying naked in bed. The room stunk like sex. Her hair was a mess and the sheets were on the floor. I saw used condoms in the trash can by her bed. For some reason I was a little disappointed I wouldn’t be tasting his cum but then I saw her tits were covered in a white gooey substance. Without waiting for her command I dove right in and started licking his cum off her tits.

“Good boy,” she cooed, as she pressed down on my head guiding me to her pussy.

I ate her to three violent orgasms before she pushed my head off.

“Now for your surprise,” she said.

I sat up on the bed, waiting to see what the surprise was. My 5″ dick was at full attention, poking out of my boxer shorts.

“Close your eyes,” she said.

I eagerly complied. After a minute or so Kristin fished my cock out of my boxers. I almost came in her hand right there! I was so turned on. The next thing I knew I was gasping out in surprise as my cock was plunged into what felt like a cup of ice. I opened my eyes and sure enough Kristin had dunked my penis and balls into a cup of ice. No longer hard, I retreated to my usual .5″ limp state. ‘I’m a grower, not a shower,’ I used to say. Although truth be told I wasn’t much of a grower either.

“I said close your eyes,” Kristin said, as she slapped me across the face.

“Yes, Mistress,” I mumbled as I closed my eyes. Mistress! Why was I calling her Mistress? Although it was obvious she had incredible power over me.

The next thing I felt was cold steel around my cock and balls. It felt very snug and I heard a snap.

“You may open your eyes now,” she said.

I looked down and I was wearing a chastity device! I started to say something but Kristin put her finger on my lips.

“Shhh,” she said. “You are to wear this until I agree to release you. You are great at giving oral but it’s important that you are constantly horny so you are eager and obedient. You will do whatever I say. You want this, don’t you?”

I nodded yes.

“Good. Now we can begin. Log into your Amazon account on this iPad. I’m going to shop while you worship between my legs.”

“Yes Mistress,” I said as I dutifully obeyed.

I worshipped between her legs for hours. She would occasionally set the iPad down to firmly grip the back of my head as she orgasmed. It was exciting and terrifying knowing that the longer I was between her legs, the more of my hard-earned money she was spending. She finally came one last time – a violent, thunderous orgasm as she yanked on the back my head, and then pushed me away.

“Good esenyurt escort boy. I have a busy day today so you can see yourself out but I’ll expect you back here Saturday morning at 9am. Bye”

Trembling with excitement and nervousness, I made my way out of her apartment. I was crazy with lust and the uncertainty of not knowing how much Kristin had spent was incredibly erotic. Shaking, I pulled out my phone to check my bank balance – she had spent almost $10,000!! I would have cum on the spot if I wasn’t in chastity. The mixture of lust and devastation was an intoxicating cocktail. She knew I had the money to spend because when I was trying to impress her on our first date I told her I made $250,000 a year and had about the same in savings. The money I had spent on Kristin wasn’t going to change my life but I knew I was on a slippery slope and resolved to stop.

The week at work flew by. I couldn’t help thinking that I was working in order to spoil Kristin, which was an incredibly hot feeling. I texted her a few times but didn’t get a response, which made me even more turned on. I finally received a text back on Friday.

“Have a hot date tonight. Transfer me $1000 so I can look pretty for him.”

I transferred the money with little hesitation. What’s another $1,000 after everything I’ve already spent, I thought. I’ll just tell her tomorrow I can’t keep doing this. My cock throbbed as it strained against the chastity device. Later that night I received another text.

“OMG he’s so hot. I made sure that everything I’m wearing from my shoes to my panties to my jewelry came from your Amazon account. I’m gonna let him fuck me in the expensive dress you bought me. Thank you baby remember, 9am sharp, don’t be late.”

I showed up right on time and rang the doorbell. As usual, Kristin beckoned me in from the bedroom. As usual, her hair and the sheets were a mess and the room smelled strongly of sex. She was naked and her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with her juices. Her face was glowing, it was clear she had been VERY sexually satisfied. I dove in to take my usual position between her legs but she pushed me off.

“Not now, I’m too sore from the fabulous fucking Ethan gave me. Here, let me show you pictures so you can see what a real man looks like,” she said.

I didn’t really care to see what the guy who was fucking the girl of my dreams looked like but I reluctantly agreed. She showed me pictures on her phone, he was a very handsome black guy with an enormous cock. At least 9″ and thick. My cock strained against its cage and I felt embarrassed that I was getting turned on. Kristin gushed the entire time about his size, stamina, and skill in the bed. She was like a teenage girl. I tried going down on her again but she brushed me off.

“I’m not sure if you’ve earned it yet,” she said.

“Earned it?” I thought, “I’m in the hole almost fifteen grand to this woman, plus I allowed myself to be put in chastity. I think I’ve earned it.” I was too timid to voice these thoughts so instead I asked meekly, “What can I do to taste your pussy, Mistress?”

“For starters things are going to change. I want you to put all my bills in your name. You will pay each one on time, without fail. Once you have transferred the bills to your name I will let you taste my pussy.”

My previous thoughts about telling Kristin I was done being used for my money went out the window. I was so horny that I eagerly took over all her bills, totaling about $2500 / month, including rent. She let me eat her to two thunderous orgasms before pushing me off.

“Now, since you’ve been such a good boy, I will allow you to be released from chastity on one condition. I have almost $15,000 in credit card debt. You are to call off work Monday and bring a certified check for the full amount. Once the balance is paid off I will permit you one orgasm before locking you back up. Now leave, I’m seeing Ethan again tonight and I need to get ready,” she demanded.

Humiliated and trembling I left her apartment. What was I getting myself into? I was dipping into my savings and now greatly reducing my paychecks to help support her. When was this going to stop? I imagined my accounts hitting zero and felt a tremendous surge of excitement as my cock pressed against the cage. I was determined to bring her the money on Monday so I could finally cum, then I would put a stop to this.

Monday came and I made sure I was at the bank when it opened. The teller looked at me a little quizzically when she saw the amount, but I had the money so she gave it to me. I raced over to Kristin’s and gave her the check.

“Good boy,” she said, as she patted me on the head and kisses me on the forehead.”

We went to the bank together and she deposited the check. On the way back I asked when I was going to get to be released.

“Soon,” she said, “I just want to make a quick stop first.”

We pulled up at a jewelry store.

“I want a nice necklace to put the keys to your chastity device on. Most people won’t know what it means but those who do will get a good chuckle out of it. Besides, wouldn’t you like to see a video of me sucking a real man’s dick with your chastity keys bouncing around, tormenting you?” Kristin asked.

Humiliated, I simply nodded my head yes and we headed into the store.

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I waited, watching the door as the sound of Megan’s heels came closer and closer. I noticed a distinct stirring in my white lacy panties as the anticipation grew. I couldn’t help it, I was about to live one of the fantasies I had spent so much time reading about on the net. Besides, since following the list of instructions Megan had left, I was in no position to object. I was in lacy white lingerie, bound to the bed and completely helpless and vulnerable until my wife decided to set me free. My reverie was interrupted by the door opening and Megan’s entrance.

She took a moment to put the packages she carried on the vanity before speaking. “Don’t you make a pretty picture”, she gloated. “There you are all dressed in your pretty lingerie and helpless before your Mistress. I’m going to have lots of fun with you before the weekend is over. You’re going to serve me and pleasure me in ways you’ve only fantasized about. I have lots of interesting ideas. Most of them I got from reading the web pages you have visited, but there are a few I’ve thought of myself. I’m sure you’ll have an interesting time trying to figure out which is which. In either event, it really doesn’t matter. You will submit to all of them. You are about to become my sissy slave, with no choice in the subject. You really are a picture laying there in your pretties! I want to save this for future enjoyment. After all, this is a seminal moment, your first time in panties with your Mistress’s authorization.”

She left the room for just a moment, returning with our digital camera. Standing as far back as possible, she took the first picture, capturing my image from my panty covered head to stocking clad toes. “Oh my!, she exclaimed. “This would look so good on your company bulletin board. But with those panties on your head, there could be some question it’s really you. We’ll just have to fix that won’t we? She came to the bed and pulled the panties off my head. “There, that’s much better. Now the whole world will be able to identify the sissy in the picture.”

“Please don’t do this to me” I pleaded. I will do whatever you ask, but just don’t take any more pictures.”

“You don’t have any choice pantyboy”, was her sharp response. “You really must learn to keep your tongue silent and not interrupt your Mistress. Because I want to be a kind and caring Mistress, I’m going to help you remain quiet.” She placed the panties at my lips and commanded, “Open your mouth for me, I’m going to gag you so you don’t get the urge to speak without permission.”

I hesitated only briefly, but that was all it took for Megan to get impatient. She pinched my nose shut, forcing me to breathe through my mouth. The moment I opened it, she jammed the lacy red panties into my mouth, effectively gagging me.

“Smile pretty for the camera sissy, you know this is the fulfillment of your fantasy”, she teased as she once again stood back to take another picture. From where she stood, I knew this one showed me tied to the bed in lingerie with a pair of panties in my mouth. Not content with just two pictures, she took several more, each from a different angle.

“Now that we’ve established who the sissy is in these pictures, I think it’s time to document how much you’re enjoying this”, she teased. She reached down and began to stroke my cock inside the white panties, slowly and gently inciting me until I was hard as a rock. She then took several shots showing the bulge in my panties before pulling them down to expose my erection. She took two more pictures, both of them showing my cock and balls framed by the lacy garter straps. “There, that should do it”, she gloated. “Now even if you were to attempt to deny it, anyone that sees these pictures will know that you enjoy being dressed in your pretties. I have to go and use the computer for a moment. Don’t go away”, she teased as she left the room.

I laid there and pondered my fate. No matter which way I looked at it, I was trapped. Megan had all the documentation she would need to ruin my life. I could never work in this town again if those pictures were ever made public. I resigned myself to accepting my destiny.

She returned a few moments later and said, “There, the pictures are now in a safe e-mail account. With that out of the way, I think the time has come for me to get a little more comfortable. I hope you appreciate the lingerie I picked out to wear for my sissy today.” She stood where I could see her best and began to disrobe. Slowly and sensually, almost like a strip tease she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a black bra trimmed in red lace. The cups had holes in them and her nipples were sticking out, already distended and swollen. “Does my sissy like this bra?” she teased. “I bought it just for this occasion. Wait until you see the rest of the lingerie I’m wearing for you! I thought that as long as I’d dressed you in something virginal and white, I’d wear something a little naughtier, just for the contrast.” Cupping her breasts, she came over to the bed and removed the panties from my mouth. She then lowered her breasts to within a foot of my head. “Wouldn’t you like to taste my nipples?” she taunted. As I tried to raise my head to do just that, aksaray escort she pulled back just far enough that I couldn’t reach her nipple. As I strained against my bonds trying to reach the prize, she kept it an inch away and continued her teasing. “Not yet sissy, Mistress has to finish undressing for you. The if you’re very good, I’ll allow you to worship my body with your tongue.”

She stood back and continued her tantalizing striptease. Turning her back to me, she reached behind herself and pulled the zipper to her skirt down and with a shimmy of her hips, allowed it to slip down until it pooled around her ankles. She daintily stepped out of it and turned to face me. The sight took my breath away. The panties and garter belt matched the bra, black with lavish red lace trim. The panties held another interesting feature, the were crotchless! Her blond muff was on display, framed beautifully by the red lace trim. “I see from the expression on your face that you appreciate this ensemble”, she said. “I’m glad to see that, I took great care selecting it. I wanted to be wearing something that would incite your senses and yet at the same time allow me to use your mouth and cock for my pleasure without having to remove my lingerie.” She reached down with one finger and ran up the length of her slit. “The site of you all tied up in your pretties has gotten me quite wet. I think it’s time you showed a little appreciation for all the trouble I’ve gone to on your behalf.”

She got on the bed and straddled my waist. I could feel her moist heat against my stomach. She lowered her right breast to my mouth, directing me, “take my nipple between your lips and gently suck and lick it for your Mistress.”

I did as she said, and soon I heard a soft moan escape her lips. “Yes sissy, that’s the way, make my nipple hard, I want to feel your hot mouth on it. Oh yes! Keep it up, make your Mistress hot with your naughty sissy tongue.”

I continued my oral ministrations until she substituted her left nipple, impelling me to give it the same attention as the other. I knew I was getting her excited, both from the way her nipples grew in my mouth and the increasing wetness of her mound against my stomach. Before long, her moans became more intense and her breathing became more rapid and shallow.

It was at this point that she sat up and moved up my body until she was positioned over my mouth. Her pussy was just inches away and I could see the moistness of her lips. “Alright pantyslave, now is the time to put that talented tongue of yours to better use.” With no further ado, she reached down, parted her lips and lowered herself to my waiting mouth.. I ran my tongue up the length of her slit, pausing momentarily at her clit. I continued to tease her in this manner, running my tongue up and down, never staying with her clit for too long. Each time the tip of my tongue came in contact with her hard nub, she would give out a little gasp. I knew I was having the desired effect when Megan spoke next. “Stop teasing me and suck my clit, you slut,” she ordered. “Make me cum with your mouth. I want you to taste your Mistress’s nectar.”

I did just that, sucking her clit between my lips and lashing it with my tongue. I could feel her excitement building and when she was reaching her peak, I ran the length of my tongue over her clit. That was all it took as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her thigh clamped down against my head, ensuring that I could do nothing but service her pulsing pussy. Her juices flowed into my devouring mouth, filling me with her personal essence. Tremor after tremor shook her body as her climax overtook her. It seemed to last forever until finally, she collapsed against me, totally spent.

“That was a good start sissy”, she gasped. I need a little time to recover before I continue your training. She removed herself and laid next to be, resting until her strength returned.

“Since you’ve been so cooperative, I’m going to allow you to have a little pleasure”, she said. I’m going to seduce you and take you to heights you’ve never approached before.”

Megan wasted no time. She began by kissing me deeply, then trailing her tongue down my neck to the swelling above the cups of the bra. Reaching my exposed nipples, she licked around them before sucking each one into her mouth. When my nipples became hard, she gently bit down, sending shivers of delight through my body. I had no idea something like this could feel so wonderful. She continued by lowering her head to my legs. She began to kiss the insides of my thighs where the tops of my stockings ended. Again, I felt waves of pleasure course through me, my cock twitching in anticipation of what I was sure would come next.

Megan continued her teasing, pulling my panties down to the tops of my thighs and taking my erection in her hand. With her lips just an inch away, she started blowing softly on the head of my penis. I thrust my hips upward in an involuntary attempt to meet her mouth, but she just laughed and pulled away. “Not yet my pet, all in good time. We have the whole evening ahead of us and we’re just beginning.”

She çağlayan escort then reached down and retrieved the lacy panties red panties I had been wearing on my head. “Does my sissy miss his panties? Do you miss the feeling of satin against your clit? Your Mistress will try to help then.” She took the panties and dragged them across my cock and balls, sending shivers of delight through me. “That certainly seems to have an agreeable effect on you, doesn’t it? I wonder what would happen if I did this.”

She wrapped the panties around my cock with the excess draped over my balls and began to masturbate me with them, slowly at first, then with an ever increasing tempo. I was sure she was going to allow me some release from the unyielding pressure in my loins, but that was not to be. The instant she sensed that I was about to climax, she would stop and chide me, “Not so fast dearest, you have to wait a lot longer than that before your Mistress allows you the privilege of release. You may as well learn to enjoy the fact that I am in complete control of your body. I will use it as my toy, playing with it in any manner I see fit. If I decide to bring you to the brink a hundred times that is what will happen. There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

To illustrate her point, she began to stroke me again. Thinking I could fool her, I tried to feign a lack of arousal, thinking she might continue and inadvertently allow me the release I craved. This was not to be. She laughed at me saying, “Do you really think you can fool me? Not a chance, my pet. I know your body now and what to watch for while I’m teasing you. For trying to fool your Mistress, you will have to once again service me with your talented little tongue while you endure this five more times.”

She once again straddled my face, forcing me to attend orally to her pussy. This only served to arouse me further, intensifying my desire to climax. True to her word she forced me to endure five trips right to the edge of paradise, while I licked and sucked her clit.

When she wasn’t stroking my cock, I could feel her drag the panties over my body, paying particular attention to my groin. This was as bad as her stroking me. I was fully erect and the satiny fabric being dragged over my nipples and other private parts drove me wild. By this time my balls were felt swollen and ached in a way I hadn’t experienced since my high school make out parties.

This went on until her hips began to undulate with the passion of her own climax. I was sure she would give in to my tongue and once again bathe my mouth with her juices. She had other plans however. At the last instant, she pulled away chiding me, “Not this way my precious, I want to feel you inside me this time.”

She reversed her position so she was straddling my cock. She reached down and grasped my tool, holding in position while she slowly lowered herself onto me. I felt as though my cock was in a velvet vise as her moist heat enveloped it. She stopped only when I was completely inside her. She began to move her hips in a circular motion, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. Her breathing sharpened, coming in short pants and she began to raise and lower herself, at the same time clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscle. It was obvious that she couldn’t last much longer and as her climax neared she screamed, “All right, cum for me now! Fill my pussy with your hot oil!”

To emphasize the point she increased her tempo until we both fell into an abyss of ecstasy. My cock pumped for what seemed to be forever as my body released all the pent up pressure. I could feel our juices mingling, making everything even more slippery than before.

After what seemed an eternity, she collapsed against me, purring her pleasure. “That was incredible my pet. I felt as though I would explode from the intensity of it all. I would imagine that by now you need to rest a little. I think it might also be a good idea if you were to take a little nourishment. I want you to keep your energy up, our evening has just begun. I’m going to untie you now. When I do, keep in mind that I e-mailed those pictures to a secure place. If you don’t behave and continue to obey me, they’ll show up in places you don’t even want to think about.”

Megan walked to her purse and retrieved the key to the padlocks. As she released me, she said, “I think we’ll leave the cuffs right here. You’re going to spend a lot of time in them in the hours to come.” Once I was freed, she pointed at the packages. “I want you to take a moment to put your lingerie away. Among other things, you will find six matching sets, which combined with what you’re wearing now will give you a different set for each day. I want you to put them away as sets, that is to say each bra, panty and garterbelt together. Before you start on that though, I want you to get out of the things you’re wearing now. I have something else for you to wear this evening.” She went to the pile of packages and retrieved one wrapped in lavender tissue. “Here”, she said handing me the delicately wrapped package, “since we’re not going out tonight, you may wear cevizlibağ escort this for me.”

I started to open the package, but Megan stopped me saying, “Don’t open it until you’ve removed your lingerie.”

I took my things off and placed them in a pile on the bed. “May I open it now Mistress?”

“Yes pantyslave, you may now open it. This is a special moment in your life, your first nightie. Actually it’s more a peignoir set, something a girl wears when she wants to feel especially pretty. Hurry up now, don’t keep your Mistress waiting. I’m anxious to see how you look.”

I tore open the paper to find a lovely black peignoir set. There was also a pair of black panties. I took the panties and was about to slip them on when once again Megan cut in, “I have a better idea sissy, I will dress you in these panties. I want you to experience your Mistress slipping a pair of pretty panties up your legs.” She wasted no time taking the panties from my hands. She knelt down and held the delicate garment open as I stepped into first one leg then the other. She ran her fingers over my shaved legs commenting, “Mmm, your naked legs feel so nice now, no nasty hair at all to detract from their beauty.” As she pulled the panties into place, she stroked my cock lightly, impelling it to grow. “Goodness me sissy, you never recovered this quickly before”, she teased. “It must be the panties that make you hard. I think I’ll continue dressing you. I want to watch the expression on your face as I put the gown and robe on your sissy body.”

She stood and held the gown over my head, “Slip one arm through each strap sissy. That’s a good girl.” She released the gown, causing it to cascade softly down my body. The sensation of the silky fabric against my body caused my cock to grow in the lacy panties. “Now the robe”, she said. “I don’t want my pantyboy to get a chill.” I dutifully held out one arm at a time and she helped me into the robe. I reflected on how similar the action was to those times I’d helped her on with her coat. The only difference was now I was being treated as the lady. “My, my, but aren’t you the pretty thing”, she mocked. “Walk to the mirror so you can see how nice this set looks on you.”

I did as she said, and walked to the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Megan was right of course, the peignoir set did look lovely. The gown had delicate lace at the bodice and hem. The robe had matching lace at the wrists and down the front. I have to confess, it felt even better than it looked. Every step I took caused the slippery fabric to slip and slide over my skin, sending waves of pleasure through me. My reverie was cut short by Megan’s voice. “Here,” she said handing me a shoe box, “you will need to wear these with this set.”

I opened the box to discover a pair of black mules. They had a three inch heel and were trimmed in black marabou feathers. Once again Megan spoke, “slip those on and join me in the kitchen. I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

As I put the mules on, she went to her closet and selected a sheer white robe to wear over her lingerie. She slipped it on covering herself, but the robe was so sheer, she was hiding nothing. The red and black lingerie showed clearly through the diaphanous material. All in all, it made for a very erotic image.

Once in the kitchen Megan turned to me. “Sit, my pretty,” she commanded, pulling out a chair. “The last thing I want is for my new pet to waste away from hunger. In fact, I think I’m going to put you on a regimen of diet and exercise, one that will enhance your girlish figure without sapping your energy.”

Oddly enough, I found myself taking comfort in the idea that Megan was interested in continuing this relationship. The concept of being subservient appealed to me even more. I had always been the one to make the decisions and found it appealing to have this taken away from me. My role in our relationship would be the opposite of that it had been in the past. There was no doubt in my mind that I would relish the idea of relinquishing all power to this captivating creature. As I ate the meal she had prepared, I wondered where she would lead me next. Megan’s next statement confirmed that she was having the same thoughts.

“You realize of course, that you have reached a crossroads in your life. I want you to think about what has just transpired between us this evening. I believe you enjoy serving a strong-willed woman. Furthermore, I think you would enjoy further exploring a submissive role. This is what I propose. While we are in the everyday world, we will continue to have the normal relationship. There will be a few minor changes, but nothing that anyone except the two of us will know about. Once we are out of that environment, I will be in charge. You will follow my directives immediately and without question. I will ask nothing of you that I don’t think you really want and certainly nothing that will bring harm to you. If you accept this proposal, I will continue your training and lead you to delights you never knew existed. If you decline, I will simply divorce you. I want you choice to be a free one. So despite what I said earlier, if you don’t agree to my terms, I won’t expose you to your friends and coworkers. So while the choice is yours, you need to know that I can no longer stay with you unless you agree to submit to me.” She reached over the table and took my hand before continuing, “Take a moment to think carefully, my pet and give me your answer.”

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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter 1

“Ropes?”

Fyr paused at the foot of the stairs, one paw on the banisters as her tail curled gently back and forth. Dressed in her work clothes, she slipped off her low heels, suitable enough for her job, but they had always said she should have dressed up more nicely. She’d hoped that day it was good enough and, if not, well, she was more than good enough at her job. It kept them going while they were getting the farm up and running at least.

Something bumped in the bedroom, directly above her head, and the dragoness frowned, halfway through the motion of hanging up her jacket. What on earth could that be? And what the heck was that damn husband of hers doing?

“Ropes?” She cupped her paw to her muzzle, directing her voice a little better. “What are you doing up there?”

Her cougar husband growled from the bedroom and she frowned as the thumps and bumps intensified, taking on a certain rhythm and frequency that was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. She shook her head. He was a strange cat sometimes, but maybe that was just another weird thing she had to put down to his demonic tendencies. He was, after all, a being of lust. Not that she minded.

Or, at least, she’d thought she hadn’t minded.

Each step up the stairs should have told her to turn back and yet Fyr continued resolutely on, already imagining what kind of crazy project she would find her husband wrapped in. The dragoness even chuckled to herself, smoothing down a rough edge to the scales on her neck; they needed moisturising once again. Such was the life of a dragoness who cared for her well being and the very baseline of her care and appearance.

“Ropes?”

It didn’t matter how many times she called his name, the cougar was never going to hear her. But she didn’t realise just how occupied her husband was until she pushed open the bedroom door to find him balls deep inside another dragoness. And not just any other dragoness – her own mother!

Sasha, the divine blue dragoness who had birthed her all those years ago, moaned loudly, her legs wrapped around Ropes’ waist. The cougar huffed shortly, curved nostrils flared, and rammed into her, holding her legs up around him as she stretched her arms back over her head. Her body was yet to tell of her years and maturity, despite the light pull of gravity on her breasts, and envy flickered up briefly in Fyr, her mind struggling to comprehend just what she was seeing. Her mother’s wings were folded beneath her back, claws digging into the sheets as she rocked her hips back up to meet each and every single one of Ropes’ driving thrusts.

Fyr stared, dumbstruck, and stepped back, pulling the door nearly all the way back into the frame. What more could she have done? What response could ever possibly be the right one when a dragon walks in on her very own husband cheating on her? Her head spun and she leaned against the wall as the hallway swayed sickeningly around her. The beat of the headrest of their bed hitting the wall drove the pounding in her head to a brutal crescendo and she pressed her paw over her mouth to muffle her moan of sheer and utter horror.

Ropes…cheating? How could he? The dragoness knew she should have been angry and curled her paw into a fist because she knew it was what emotion she was supposed to feel. She was supposed to scream and throw things and beat the living hell out of her husband for daring to sleep with another – her own mother nonetheless!

Unable to help herself – what could she really be giving him that she couldn’t? – Fyr cracked the door and dropped to her knees, taking in the scene for a second time. Maybe she’d imagined it all. Maybe it wasn’t real. But, no, there they were, caught up in their lust as Ropes’ tentacles caressed Sasha’s body from muzzle to tail, leaving no scale untouched.

Something burned under her scales and the tip of her tail flicked back and forth, refusing to be still.

“Come on, you big kitty-cat,” Sasha taunted him in a low hiss, eyes gleaming with good-natured mischief. “Is that the best you got? Why don’t you really thrust? Fuck me like you’re filling my daughter in the height of her heat. I want to see just how well you’ve been breeding her.”

Fyr suppressed a groan and, peering through the crack, left the lovers to it, knowing that she should leave, but rooted in place all the same. Eyes riveted to her husband’s muscled rump as he pounded her mother, Fyr hugged her own tail to her chest, one paw creeping down the front of her trousers to tease over her suddenly overly sensitive pussy lips. She trembled, fluttering a fingertip over her swollen nub of a clit as Sasha clung to the cougar, wings spreading out in a shivering, translucent bakırköy escort swathe of soft skin, back arched and climax imminent.

The dragoness tried to shake herself out of it, pinching her arm as if a burst of pain could toss her from the dream and back into a screaming reality. But nothing could drown out the lustful groans and the rise and fall of their bodies, shivering on the brink of illicit ecstasy. And Fyr watched on, drinking in every moment like a creature who had not known she’d been dehydrated until she drank and drank and drank.

And, although she didn’t want to admit to her feelings, she could not deny the reaction of her body, how her snatch ached to be filled and stretched out with her husband’s cock after he’d fucked her mother. Did she…like it? Fyr bit her lip. Did she honestly, truly like the fact that Ropes was cheating on her, right before her very eyes? The fact that she couldn’t tear her eyes away told a tale that her thoughts would not admit to.

Pushing two fingers into her dripping cunny – when had she gotten that aroused? – Fyr squeezed her paw around her muzzle, holding back her moans as Ropes’ thrusts grew rougher and rougher. Slamming into her mother, the cougar yowled like a feral cat as he shuddered, spending every drop of seed he had to give into her needy pussy.

And Fyr woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed with her heart hammering.

Awake. She struggled to comprehend her own consciousness. She was awake? How could she be awake? But the dream had felt so very real! Had it all just been her subconscious after all? She patted the empty space in bed beside her, blinking in the dawn light, still dimmed by the curtains pulled taut over the windows.

Lust tingled in the pit of her belly and Fyr hissed through her teeth, one emotion after the other crashing into her so that she could not pause to address one individually. Growling, she thrust them away and drew her knees up to her chest.

Clinging to the bed sheets, the dragon gulped air, fighting to take stock of the situation. It took her several long moments to actually convince herself that she was in her own bed and not crouched by the door watching her husband seed her mother. She closed her eyes, chin on top of her knees as she shivered in a cold sweat. But it had all felt so real, so very, very real.

What the heck kind of dream was that? Why had she even had such a dream? And what was so wrong with her that she found it such a turn on? Fyr’s eyes bulged out of her skull and she leaned her head down into her paws, rubbing her temples in small, soothing circles, though there seemed to be nothing that could be done to soothe her drilling headache.

But there was one fact that could not be ignored. Hot-faced, she reached under the cover and her nightclothes, light enough to be comfortable as the weather turned warmer still, seeking out her soft lips. She wore no underwear under her nightclothes and the dragoness rolled her head back with a soft, breathy moan as she stroked her wet lips, arousal making them slick and so very easy for her to glide a fingertip over. She twisted her cheek down to her shoulder, panting shallowly, and eased two digits and then a third into her dripping sex, shoulders trembling.

Oh, it was so hard to be quiet, but, like in her dream, she simply could not help herself. The thought of pleasuring herself to the wicked memory of pleasure was too great to resist. Driving her fingers into her hot passage, the dragoness purred softly, throat vibrating as she stretched out her wings much as Sasha had in her dream. Circling her clit with her fingertips, she bore down softly as she became more used to the pressure, her lust rising and rising.

Oh… She rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder. How she wished that she could walk in on Ropes with another female just like that, exactly like that. Balanced on the edge of a quick, sharp climax, the dragoness rocked her hips up, grinding onto her own paw as she whimpered, jaw clenched. Too close!

Footsteps on the stairs jerked her from her daydream and she pulled her soaked fingers from her sex with a lewd slurp of her own juices. Flinching guiltily from the sound, she lay back and dragged the sheets up to her neck, hiding what her own musky scent strove to throw out there for her husband to see.

The steps paused outside the bedroom door, the brush of fur on the old, painted wood unmistakable as he listened. Fyr held her breath, though she did not know why. Her heart beat hard against her ribcage, so loud that she suddenly feared that he would hear it before even entering their bedroom.

The bedroom where she had just dreamed about her husband making love to her mother.

“There you are.”

Ropes pushed open the bedroom door, a mug of steaming coffee clasped between his paws. He offered it to Fyr, who took it with shaking paws, and drew back the curtains, allowing in a spill of crisp, dawn light. Against herself, Fyr inhaled deeply, knowing the birds were singing şirinevler escort outside, calling her out. But she had a job to go to still and the ranch was not, as yet, up and running. She sighed, returning a little to herself despite the raging need coursing through her veins. One day she would work on her own ranch and wouldn’t have to get up so early to travel into work. She’d just get up early to work in the delight of her own land.

Ropes didn’t seem to notice her unease and, if he did, he was polite enough to not mention anything. Her husband smiled genuinely as he took in his wife, splendid in her morning glory. Fyr ducked her head shyly, tipping her muzzle away. He still looked at her like the very first time they had kissed.

“You looking forward to going to see Sasha at the weekend?” He asked, smiling as he perched on the edge of the bed. “I know it’s been a while. We should have really gone down earlier, shouldn’t we?”

Fyr blinked dumbly at him.

“Sasha?”

Ropes gave her a strange look.

“Your mother?”

“Oh! Yes, right, of course.”

Fyr scrambled for words, tongue tied as a heated blush tingled down her neck. Her face was hot, too hot. She licked her lips, sitting up straight and busying herself with her coffee. Would he notice? Oh heavens – he was going to ask her what was wrong! Fyr swung her gaze from left to right, desperately searching for words that would not come to her lips as her tongue sat like glue stuck to the roof of her both. Ropes quirked his head to the side, brow furrowing ever so slightly. Quickly – she had to say something!

“Do you think Sasha will have missed you?”

Ropes blinked his pale white eyes slowly, tail lashing as the tip squirmed back and forth.

“Fyr, why on earth would your mother have missed me?”

Fyr’s cheeks burned. She wasn’t digging herself out of her self-made hole at all!

“Oh, um, just…”

She waved her paw in the air.

“You know…” It came to her just in time to save herself. “You’re so good at doing bits around the house for her and odd jobs, she really appreciates all of it, you know. She doesn’t really have much of a head for things like that herself, though you know she would be able to do it if she wanted to. She just likes having your help.”

The last sentence fell limply in the air between them and Fyr busied herself with sipping her coffee, ignoring how it scalded her tongue, still too hot to drink. It, however, gave her muzzle something to do other than blabber on and seal her own fate.

Ropes shook his head slowly and scratched his chin, a tentacle – he had four on his back, sprouting from between his shoulder blades – snaking out to brush Fyr’s cheek.

“Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep,” he offered genuinely, standing and stretching out his arms above his head. “Though I’m glad you think I’m helpful to Sasha too. I really do try to be.”

Fyr bobbed her muzzle, relieved that, for the moment, it certainly seemed like she was off the hook. But, as the two of them busied themselves getting ready for the day of work ahead, she couldn’t help but linger on the memory of the dream and the hot need between her thighs from an orgasm unfulfilled.

The dragoness groaned. It was going to be a long day!

*

On the drive to Sasha’s home that Friday night, Fyr grew quickly sick and tired of Ropes saying pointedly how quiet she was. Surely once was enough, but the cougar didn’t know when the stop, pestering her over and over again until she snapped, tail thumping into the underside of her seat. Frustration coiled in her stomach like a pit of snakes. But how could Ropes possibly know what she was thinking of, seeing him with Sasha? The secret desire that she didn’t even want to openly admit even to herself that she craved more and more with each passing day?

Groaning under her breath, Fyr leaned her forehead against the window and let the miles roll by. There was nothing she could say to satisfy Ropes’ endless curiosity – he was a cat, after all, if a demon – and no lie she could come up with in time either. The truck bumped and rattled down the freeway, telling its age as the couple simmered within. Ropes’ whiskers bristled as he strove to focus on the road, trouble brewing in the silence between them until they finally pulled onto the little driveway of Sasha’s house in the suburbs and turned off the engine.

Fyr took a deep breath.

“Come on.” The words stuck in her throat. “We should go.”

They stood on the doorstep side by side but not touching, the doorbell ringing. Sasha answered a moment later and swept her arms wide, a grin stretching her blue muzzle wide.

“Fyr! Ropes! Heaven’s it’s lovely to see you again! It’s been too long! Come here!”

Enveloping them in a tight hug that Fyr only returned half-heartedly, the dragoness greeted them as warmly as she only knew how. She didn’t lean in as close to her mother as she would have before, her neck tingling with the memory that was not beylikdüzü escort a memory of her mother lying on her back with her legs wrapped around Ropes’ waist.

She coughed, pulling away and pretending to stretch out her wings as her mother took the measure of both of them, eyeing both husband and wife up and down with a critical eye.

“Fyr, you’re looking thin.” Sasha pursed her lips. “Are you not feeding yourself right? You need one of my home-cooked meals, you do.”

Fyr smiled the best she could, they could hardly force her lips into the expression.

“That would be lovely. I’ve missed your cooking.”

The blue dragon started, looking back at her.

“Is everything quite alright?”

“Oh, of course,” Fyr sidestepped the question lamely, cheeks heating up. “Just tired. Can we go in and sit down?”

Shaking her head, Sasha ushered them through into plush armchairs in the sitting room while she perched on the end of the sofa, long tail swishing slowly back and forth like the pendulum of a clock.

“Anything I can get you? Fyr? Ropes? Fyr? Fyr, are you listening to me?”

Fyr jumped, thighs pressed together and cheeks flushed.

“Oh! Huh, hm, something soft, lemonade would be lovely if you have any, thanks, mom.”

Ropes chuckled, though ducked his chin to the side to hide his own amusement.

As chatter thrummed around her and a tall glass of lemonade dripping with condensation was plunked on the side table beside her, Fyr relaxed back into the armchair. However relaxed she was, however, there was nothing she could do to sate the raging need in her belly, squeezing her thighs together as much as was comfortable for a lingering tingle of pleasure. The dragoness resisted the urge to roll her head back and pant, image after image of her mother with her husband flashing unbidden through her mind. Far from despairing, she clung to the excitement like a lifeline. But why did she love the thought of them together so much? Was there really something so wrong with her if it felt so damn good?

Fyr didn’t want to know the answer to that question. Sasha sighed, oblivious to her daughter’s dilemma, and drummed her fingers on the arm of the sofa.

“Something’s on your mind, honey, I can see it.” Sasha peered at her, an eyebrow raised. “Do you really think you can still hide things from me?”

“Yeah, you’ve been wound up the whole drive,” Ropes chimed in, tail flicking. “What’s up with that? What’s going on with you?”

Fyr shook her head, rubbing the side of her muzzle. Her tail flicked and she tucked it back against her ankles, hoping that nobody else had noticed the agitated motion.

“It’s really nothing,” she smoothly evaded the question, plastering a fake smile across her muzzle. “Honestly, you’d think the two of you had never seen a tired dragon before!”

She laughed, although the sound held no sincerity and they knew it too. Sasha frowned, her prettily shaped lives curving down in a frown. Ruffling her wings, she shook her head and sighed, resting her chin on her paw as she surveyed her daughter with a critical glare. Instinctively, Fyr shrank back into the armchair, arms wrapped around her torso as if for protection, although, of course, she had not done anything wrong like the naughty hatchling she had once been.

Her mother clicked her teeth together.

“You’re more than just tired, Fyr.”

The red dragoness clenched her teeth and turned her muzzle away, cheeks flushed and uncomfortably hot. Her scales prickled, yet there was nothing more she could say to satisfy their questioning and curiosity, their words only coming from a place of concern for her.

She wished she could tell them.

“Fine then, don’t tell me if you’re going to be like that.” Sasha waved a paw and stood, a muscle jumping in the corner of her jaw. “You always were like this and I suppose you’re never going to change either.”

The dragons stared each other down, neither willing to concede defeat in the admittedly minimal standoff. Ropes looked, wide-eyed, from one to the other, one paw outstretched to his wife as if he was not sure whether or not he should go to her, indecision scoring furrows across his brow.

And then the moment passed, a look of complete serenity sweeping across Sasha’s muzzle as she stood and carefully brushed off her pressed skirt, comfortable enough to wear at home on an evening.

“Excuse me, you two are a little earlier than expected and I have just a little tidying up left to do in the kitchen, if you wouldn’t mind me taking care of it.”

Sasha smiled and fluttered her fingertips, every bit the charming host as Fyr shifted uncomfortably.

“Even at my age, there never seem to be enough hours in the day to get it all done! It’s more fun to enjoy life than have a spotless home anyway, or least that’s what I’m telling myself. It’s just me now.”

Ropes leapt to his feet as Fyr nodded weakly, his tail swishing.

“I can help, don’t you worry.” He smiled disarmingly. “We’ll have it all done in a few minutes and then you can get back to relaxing.”

Sasha stroked one of her horns and threw Ropes a coy smile, turning with a little extra sway to her hips that Fyr knew she couldn’t possibly be imagining. Where jealousy should have reared its ugly head in her heart, all she felt was burning lust, clamped down deep where she didn’t have to immediately address it.

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Five years have passed altogether since Christie and Cindy met their best friend Brian. The relationship that formed between the three of them after Christie’s party was something both girls truly cherished. The feelings were mutual for Brian as well, even though for a while he felt like knowing the ladies was too good to be true. Christie had explained a lot to him that first day, including the fact that the trample thing was very much her thing as much as it was his, however she had left out details of her gift for the first few months as she wanted to see if he would be scared off by it or embrace it. When his reactions to her repeating his thoughts didn’t seem to creep him out, she opened up to him about it and to her amazement, he embraced it fully!

On the anniversaries of their first and second year as friends, the girls tried hosting the same kind of party for him that brought them all together that first day, even inviting over their other four friends Kacie, Amber, Ariel and Elizabeth! Although for one reason or another, not all of them could make it on those specific days; they still showed up at later dates and had a blast all the same.

The third year of their friendship, however, had proven to be the most interesting among the three. A Jacuzzi investment was something the ladies had made after a many hotel stays. It was also a given by this time that they would rest their feet on him whenever possible. Like some of the hotel jacuzzi’s, theirs had an adjustment for heat, so for most of one particular evening, it was simply a small pool with bubbles for them.

Brian eventually showed up to join them, and had only removed his shirt and shoes, as was habitual for him, before flopping over into the jacuzzi head first. With Christie and Cindy facing each other from opposite sides of the tub, Brian stood up in the middle as they started rubbing their feet on him from their respective directions, playfully teasing him for still having his pants and socks on. Needless to say, the jacuzzi got a lot hotter without the adjustment knob ever being touched. That night had opened up a whole new level of comfort between the three friends, and it was something that made the ladies leaving towards the end of the year harder for all of them.

That was two years ago, and this has all become a distant memory for Brian as his situation in life has changed drastically. Most of his challenges now revolve around financial issues which have caused him to lose one thing after another, in turn making him unable to keep in contact with the girls, especially after they had taken their job assignment across the country. With them not in town, it isn’t an option for him to ask for help; then again, it isn’t an option he would likely consider as he feels it would diminish his pride of being self-sufficient. Normally it would be up to Christie, with her perceptive nature, to figure out what he needs, however, she isn’t in a position to do that this time.

Christie has had nightmares about the troubles Brian is enduring, an ill consequence of her gift if you will, but her team effort with Cindy in their line of work has prevented them from returning home to help him. Along with the nightmares, she has also had trouble keeping track of where he is. Brian no longer seems to reside where she remembered him living, and her visions are of him being alone and cold at night.

At first, she had shared everything that came to mind with Cindy, but that seemed to distract Cindy from her work the more she heard of their friend, so Christie opted to limit the updates so that they could complete their project without incident. Cindy still knows something’s up because Christie has often awoke in cold sweats in the middle of the night, but not speak about it the next morning.

The girls are finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when they finish up their business project. This project was a part of a charity which allowed the girls to contract the construction of homes in their area, and as supervisors of each construction site, they received a commission from every completed project. They had to move across the country in order to prove the success of the idea, and to implement new technology throughout Tornado Alley that a group of their contacts had come up with and needed assistance in getting funding in order to continue building their products. Long story short, Christie and Cindy had ventured out to help several groups in need, to help some to achieve recognition and to help others to rebuild their lives. The time has now come to bring their remodeling project home.

After a lengthy flight, and an entertaining, yet speedy drive home, Christie and Cindy barely set their stuff inside the door before they go looking for Brian. They are anxious to see him again, but he is nowhere to be found. They drive to his old home, only to find that it appears to have been vacant for a fair amount of time. They ask neighbors if they know where he went, but to no avail.

For ataköy escort the next couple of days, they drive around to places the three of them have been to in the past. Parks, bars, bowling alleys, and clubs – still, no one knows of his whereabouts or has even seen him for at least half the time the ladies have been gone. This has them both very worried, and Christie still can’t place a visual in her mind like she used to be able to, but she can sense that Brian is still alive, which calms her slightly.

Close to a week’s time has passed since the girls returned home, and still no luck with finding their friend. Christie’s nightmares have become less and less disturbing, which confuses her as she still has no visions of him during the day. Cindy has become somewhat of a mess in her own privacy, but tries her best to compose herself around Christie. The pastimes the ladies had with him race through their minds constantly. They even find it hard to walk on each other because trampling just isn’t the same to them without him there, even though they had done it long before they ever met him. It had become their thing though, the way they all clicked, the way they grew to respect each other, and for the time being all of that has been thrown off track.

In an attempt to lighten the mood on this rainy night, the ladies agree to try and give it another go, having Cindy lie down on the floor. However, as soon as she does so, the momentum of time slows to a crawl as they both remember that spot being where they stepped on Brian a lot of the time. It’s a convenient spot next to the wall, which is between a couch at Cindy’s head, and a love seat at her feet. Since she and Brian are nearly the same height, Cindy fits comfortably in this gap between the furniture.

Christie has one foot resting on Cindy’s stomach at the moment, but can’t bring herself to stand full weight on her friend. She has her head resting against her arm, which in turn is resting against the wall. She glances down as her tanned bare foot softly glides over her friends exposed skin, their eyes connect in thought, when another vision comes to her!

With her foot resting on Cindy’s chest, yet under her shirt, Christie starts getting a blank stare on her face as she analyzes the figure in her mind. The face she sees is darkened and blurred, and she can tell the person is soaked most likely from the rain. Her heart starts to race with hope.

“What is it?” Cindy asks as she feels Christie’s toes grip her skin.

Christie can’t answer as her mind keeps trying to analyze her vision. Then as suddenly as it appears, the vision is gone! This in turn sucks all the feeling out of her legs causing her to fall into the wall and collapse onto Cindy’s midsection!

“Christie!” Cindy exclaims as she tries to sit up, scootching Christie onto her lap. “Sweetie, are you okay?”

“I… I almost saw his face…” Christie replies with a bewildered breath and a puzzled look on her face.

“Whose face?” Cindy inquires.

A heavy, sluggish knock hits the door a few times. Both girls’ eyes shoot for the door instantly, wide yet in disbelief. Another couple of knocks bring the girls to their feet. Cindy remains stationary as Christie inches towards the door. A third round of knocks is then followed by a thud against the door. Christie turns and looks at Cindy with a legitimately confused expression. Cindy rushes towards the door as Christie opens it, only to have their exhausted best friend collapse onto them.

“Oh my God, BRIAN!!” Christie cries!

Cindy practically lip syncs her words as Brian falls into Christie’s arms, his near dead weight dragging her down with him.

Christie doesn’t let go though, but rather cushions his decent. “Oh sweetie it’s okay, I’ve got you,” instantly breaking into tears, “everything’s going to be alright, we’re here,” she says as she wipes the wet hair from his face, pulling him in closer regardless of his soaked clothes.

Cindy’s hands tremble as she helps with the hair in his face, also noticing how much he’s freezing as she can feel him shivering between her and Christie.

“Jesus hun, what happened to you,” Cindy worriedly asks as she pulls off his soaking coat, and then puts her arms around him and Christie, trying to warm him back up between them.

It doesn’t take long before he falls asleep from the body heat. Christie kisses his forehead, and then rests her cheek against it, cradling him until they get over the shock of seeing him again.

Eventually, Brian is moved over to the couch where he can rest comfortably. Most of his clothes have been put through a wash and are now drying. Cindy gets some soup ready for when he wakes up, and Christie sits with him on the couch continuing to add to the warmth of the blanket, lightly playing with his long, shaggy hair as he sleeps.

Not surprisingly, Brian is out cold for a day and a half. The ladies take turns sitting with bahçelievler escort him as if he were resting in a hospital bed, sometimes resting on him not only to keep him toasty, but to grasp the fact that they are all reunited again after these two very long years.

He finally wakes up late in the evening, and is first greeted with the amazing sight of Christie’s smiling face, with happy tears leaving her beautiful eyes. Her hand caressing his face as she leans in and kisses his forehead, again.

“Hey sweetie,” she says with the biggest, happiest smile.

Brian tries to move his arm, only to realize that Cindy is still leaning against him and has it pinned at the moment.

“Oh my gosh you’re awake! It’s so good to see you again!” cheers Cindy as she leans over to give her friend the biggest hug she’s been able to give him in a long time, at least that he’s aware of. Brian manages to get one arm free to hug her back with, and the other free to pull Christie in as well.

“Hey you two,” he quietly replies, “I’ve missed you so much.”

Cindy’s hug gets almost unbearably tight, and Christie doesn’t stop with her happy tears and ear-to-ear smile.

“We’ve missed you too~ You… you look so different hun. I wish we were able to help you sooner,” cries Christie as she has noticed he appears much thinner than he was before they left.

“Oh that’s right, we made you something while you were sleeping!” exclaims Cindy as she jumps up and heads off to the kitchen.

“It’s alright…, I’m fine,” Brian replies, still fairly quiet but also getting short winded.

Christie knows he’s just being a good sport about everything, but can’t help but feel empathetic towards him. “I’m still sorry for not being here.”

“Hey, no…, don’t be sorry. This…isn’t your fault.”

“I know it’s not, but…”Christie pauses for a moment, recalling her nightmares in her mind.

“But what, love?” he wonders as he notices her smile slowly fading.

Still, Christie finds her explanation somewhat hard to express. “Brian, I couldn’t envision you the way I usually do. I started having nightmares about you six or seven months after we left here, but I couldn’t understand why I was having them. My visions weren’t explaining themselves like they were supposed to.”

He finds it a little unusual that she was having problems with them, but lets her continue. “Sweetie, I know your situation isn’t my fault, but I also know something in your life is painfully different too, and if my visions had ever made sense, I wouldn’t have allowed your problems to get as bad as they have.”

Brian is touched by her kind words. He thinks to himself for a moment and slowly sits up on the couch, swinging his legs over the side. His weakened physic makes him lean against the armrest for support. Seeing him struggle to move, Christie sits down next to him and pulls him towards her, allowing him to lean against her for support instead.

“Don’t do that to yourself…don’t beat yourself up…for what’s happened to me,” huffing for breath at every pause. “You were off helping other people. I understood that when you left. It just so happened…that I ran into some unfortunate events while you were gone, and I wasn’t able…to recover from them. Sure it’s a little strange that your visions…weren’t working out like they used to, but…shit happens. You and Cindy are my best friends and…I won’t let either of you take the blame for this. It just wasn’t my time to be helped, that’s all.”

Christie can’t help but break into more tears from his response.

Cindy isn’t much better off as she heard most of the conversation; however, she musters the ability to respond. “You can still tell us what happened. Since she wasn’t able to figure out her visions while we were gone, we’ve kind of been in the dark with you this whole time.” She proceeds to bring him a warm bowl of soup to aid in his weak speech, among other needs, just not realizing how starved he’s actually been.

Brian doesn’t really say much after he’s handed the bowl. The girls notice how aggressively he slurps up the soup itself followed by practically inhaling the meat within it, as well as how much his hands tremble as he holds the bowl to his mouth.

Both girls are thinking the same thing, but Cindy beats Christie to the question, “Geeze babe, when was the last time you ate?”

Brian’s eyes close briefly as he savors the last bit of his meal. After a moment, his eyes reopen but don’t make contact with either of the ladies as he quietly responds, “five days ago.”

They can’t believe their ears. “Come again?!” Cindy asks in stunned disbelief.

Feeling somewhat ashamed about the truth of his predicament, “A lady gave me a small thing of bananas a couple weeks ago, and I finished the last one five days ago,” Brian replies.

Christie shares a wide-eyed look with Cindy whose jaw is also hanging wide halkalı escort open. “Holy crap! Gimme that bowl!” Cindy yanks the empty bowl from his grasp and rushes to the kitchen to refill it.

Her sudden actions catch him off guard as he watches her head around the corner to the stove. His eyes trail off towards the floor; mixed thoughts of shame and the satisfaction of eating circle his mind as his focus lingers around on the floor. Eventually the feeling that he’s being watched hits him, and his eyes slowly make their way from the floor, up Christie’s stunning figure, to meet her eyes, yet not for long.

“What?” he quietly says as he catches a glimpse of her staring at him before his eyes sink back to the floor.

She is still in a bit of shock from his predicament, but knowing that she and Cindy are his only form of comfort now, she finds the ability to speak again. “How did it get this bad for you?”

Before he can even form a thought on how to answer, Cindy returns with a second serving of soup for him. “Eat, eat, eat! Plenty more where that came from,” she eggs on, encouraging him to satisfy his hunger.

Brian acknowledges Cindy silently with the bowl in both his hands. He then glances at Christie with a small smirk, then proceeds to suck up the juice from the bowl as he did the first time. As his eyes close, the girls look on in continued disbelief.

With his focus on the bowl, Christie looks over his physical condition. She notices again how thin he is as the blanket he has been using is draped over his shoulders, leaving his torso slightly exposed being that his clothes are still drying. Since he had on multiple layers of clothing, the girls had only removed what was wet. A pair of shorts and tighty-whiteys was all that were dry, so that’s what was left on.

As his posture straightens up on the couch, his thin abs become more visible to Christie as she continues to examine his physique. With Brian’s focus still on the bowl, Cindy watches silently as Christie reaches her left hand over to feel his stomach. The sudden chill of Christie’s fingers on his warm skin causes him to gasp and jump a little, almost spilling the rest of the soup on himself. This reaction of his makes Cindy giggle lightly, and Christie smirk a bit, subtly lightening the mood.

“You mind speaking up before you go and try a stunt like that?” comically asking as he looks over at Christie.

She simply looks back with a priceless smile, keeping her hand on his stomach and proceeding with moving it back and forth in a relaxed, massaging motion. He soon returns his attention to the bowl.

As Christie continues to feel around, she can tell that for as little as Brian has claimed to eat, his body doesn’t feel as though it has weakened, but has in fact become more solid. Cindy notices that she seems to get caught up in the moment as her hand makes it way over his abs again, moving a little further down than where she had started. Before she can make it to his lower abs, the moisture in her hands plus the soup making its way through makes him have to pee.

Brian looks over to Christie again; her eyes practically glued where her hand is as she softly nibbles her lower lip getting caught up in the moment. “Making it hard to eat, and to sit still,” he jokes, breaking Christie from her focus as she looks back up, making eye contact. Seeing that he just made her blush, he smiles softly.

She smiles back and leans back against the couch with a closed palm partially covering her now, slightly embarrassed grin.

He then looks up to Cindy who is amused by the whole thing, reaching his hand out to her so she can pull him up from the couch. As she helps him up, the blanket covering him on the couch falls from his shoulders, exposing his bare torso and his true, upright thinness. Again, both girls are somewhat caught off guard by his physique, yet at the same time, somewhat impressed at how well he’s held up through his endeavors.

Brian hands his bowl off to Cindy, thanking her for her assistance thus far, and takes a few steps backwards as he keeps both girls in sight, heading off towards the bathroom.

As she hears the bathroom door close, Cindy sets the bowl down on the end table next to the couch, then looks over at Christie who is still partially blushed. “Well?”

“Well what?” Christie adorably and quietly replies through her half covered smile.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Cindy inquires as she sits down in Brian’s spot next to Christie.

“Maybe a little,” Christie coos, starting to blush harder.

“Mmhmm, thought so,” Cindy states knowing she was right with her assumption. “So how did he feel?”

“Solid, but… relaxed.” Leaning her head back against the couch, eyes closed, smile getting bigger, Christie nearly melts from the thought alone.

“You sure it’s not just because he’s running on an empty stomach?” Cindy remarks, trying to keep a slight sense of reality between them.

“Oh yeah,” purrs Christie as she gazes back at Cindy, bringing her legs up so that her feet rest on the edge of the couch cushion.

Knowing where Christie’s mind is headed, Cindy almost whispers “do you think he can handle us yet? He seems pretty exhausted and run down.”

“Yeah , I don’t think he’s ready yet,” Christie says as she leans into Cindy.

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Clearly, Great-Uncle Colin had loved to write which was not so surprising when one considered that, when diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor, he was the managing editor of a national newspaper on Fleet Street. The end, when it came, was quick and painless and later his will revealed that he had left all his personal papers to me.

There were drafts of three books in various stages of completion, some unpublished short stories and it was clear that he was at heart always a writer and a journalist and it probably indicated that he had not felt fulfilled as a business executive. At the bottom of the box were also diaries that told of his incredible erotic relationship with his long-term partner, Jan.

As I read these, I was not sure which were recollections of real events and which were pure fantasy. In the end, I decided it didn’t matter as they were all so well written that they must be published to a larger audience. I realized that some of the content might be shocking to family members but there were none as close as Jan and my great-uncle had never produced children.

So here is the first episode and others will follow as soon as I can get them transposed from hardcopy to this medium. Sometimes, it has not been easy to define the chronology so, please try to understand if, occasionally, the timelines seem to be “off-kilter.”

Colin’s Chronicle — An Adventure in Eroticism

On the day of my graduation from University, Aunt Blanche had wanted me to wear a new pair of black rubber briefs beneath my suit and cap and gown. However, it was summertime, I knew how long the ceremony would be, and I had protested.

Jan had offered a compromise, which was that I would swap the briefs for pair of black rubber boxer shorts while she in the audience, matched me with a pair of white latex French knickers under her summer frock.

In fact, these choices were very much in line with the preferences of both Jan and I. We had both worn tight, form-fitting latex and rubber garments from time to time but we both seemed to opt for looser ones like our mackintoshes and robes or kaftans. These minimized perspiration while allowing the close caress of our beloved material, which generated the swishing and rustling we adored especially when worn over very little else.

“And so, that was that,” Jan pronounced.

Nevertheless, Aunt Blanche had wanted to check my promised underwear but Jan now claimed that area for her own. Over the past 3 years, Jan had become much more assertive and the look on her face made my Aunt back down which was something I’d never been able to do.

I knew that, if push came to shove, I could go back to work where Jan was a sub-editor but that paid nothing, literally, when I was an intern and not a whole lot more as an entry-level employee. Therefore, I wrote letters and made calls to anybody and everybody I knew. For every ten letters I wrote I received one response and out of every ten responses there were no interviews on offer. So, although I kept on trying, it was becoming clear that another strategy was needed and soon.

Rejections, whether they be personal or professional, are not fun and every time I voiced yet another on the phone from home to Jan she helped by just listening. She, of course, was still working hard and had moved up in her organization and so had her salary. As a result of that, she had now bought a small house and she invited me to visit.

This time, I didn’t ride my bike but took the train because I’d been ordered to take my single-texture fawn mackintosh which doesn’t work while riding a bike nor does it tuck easily into a saddlebag. The journey only took about an hour and I had a compartment to myself for the first half hour but then two middle-aged ladies got on and sat down opposite me.

I had not bothered to remove my mackintosh and as I scanned my newspaper, I was not aware that the hem had fallen back over my leg revealing the rubber lining. I was aware that my travelling companions were talking together quietly but I the clacking of the train wheels did not allow me to pick up more than the odd word. Then, conscious that my stop was coming up, I folded my newspaper and offered it to the ladies. One accepted it, thanked me, and pointed to my mackintosh as I began to refasten the buttons.

“That’s a very smart raincoat young man and very practical too,” one lady said. “My friend and I noticed it as soon as we got on. It is rubber-lined isn’t it?”

I confirmed that it was and then the other asked where I’d bought it. I saw no necessity to point out that this was in fact my second such garment both of which had been bought by Aunt Blanche or Jan but simply told them of Weatherford’s and the street name.

“Do they sell ladies raincoats as well as men’s?” they wanted to know. Given my experiences over the past three years, I could have given a dissertation on the subject but as the train was slowing into my destination, I simply nodded and as we drew to a stop, I retrieved my suitcase from bostancı escort the overhead rack and said my farewell.

Spying Jan walking down the platform towards me, I opened the door and stepped down and said to the two, “By the way, it’s always a mackintosh. Never, ever a raincoat.”

Then I hugged Jan who was wearing her rubber-surfaced shiny black mackintosh, which had raindrops beading on its highly polished material as well as on her matching rain hat. As we began to walk towards the exit, I stole a glance back and saw the two women staring after us and I mouthed the words, “Don’t you love the mac?” They both nodded eagerly and I grinned to myself.

As we approached Jan’s car, a traffic warden was pulling out his ticket book and pencil. “Hey,” yelled Jan, “I’m here.” The man turned at the sound of her voice and his jaw visibly dropped as she ran towards him and flashed her press pass. It wasn’t the press pass he was looking at as he put away his book but he simply could not resist touching her rubber-covered arm.

“Sorry Miss,” he gulped. “You should have put your press card on the dashboard.” And he shuffled off.

“But, judging by his obvious attraction to your mackintosh, I’ll bet he’s glad you didn’t,” I added as I caught up to her.

“It happens all the time when I wear this or something like it,” Jan grinned. “And I love it every time it happens.”

Jan’s house was about ten miles from the station so it shouldn’t have taken long but it was raining and it was rush hour and there had been an accident so it did. But that gave us a chance to talk about my job search and Jan revealed that there may be a chance of at a provincial newspaper in a town just outside London. It seemed that the editor was an old-school friend of Jan’s which prompted me to ask why she didn’t go for it.

“I’ve got other plans,” she said and swore me to secrecy that she was angling for a job on a Fleet Street newspaper. “Nothing is certain yet and it probably won’t be for another few months and it won’t be anything grand but it would be a start.”

I agreed and wished her well as we approached Jan’s new home. The house was bigger than I’d thought because it was not the classic British semi-detached. It was more like an American duplex with at least 3 bedrooms. However, the full tour would have to wait as I plonked my suitcase down at the bottom of the staircase and hugged Jan again.

So far, all I’d seen of her was her shiny black rubber mackintosh, her matching hat and her pointy heel boots. That changed as she poured some wine, put on some music, doffed her rain hat, pouted her lips and began to loosen the mackintoshes’ belt as she swayed back and forth.

Next came the buttons, one at a time from the bottom as she coyly swirled and smiled. Then, with the belt dangling and the buttons all undone, she gave me a quick flick of the inside of the mackintosh. I had been expecting to see the usual cotton lining of a typical SBR mackintosh but this one was rubber inside as well.

“Do you like what you see?”

Oh, Boy did I? I had never seen a material like this. I knew that double texture mackintoshes used one layer of rubber between two layers of another material, typically cotton but this was the opposite

Jan went on, “This way, I get the best of both worlds: I get to feel the rubber next to my skin and you and everyone else see the polish on the outside. The only drawback is that the double layers of rubber make it heavy but I can live with that.”

With those words, she coyly wrapped the bottom of her mackintosh around her and turned to face me. “Wank your cock for me while I show you the rest,” she grinned.

I know what works and so I opened my mackintosh and unbuttoned my fly. Underneath were my graduation boxers and, in time with Jan’s dance, I slowly revealed that which she demanded to see.

Gradually, she opened the front of the rubber to reveal a white latex bra, which had virtually no cups so that her full breasts swung free and temptingly before my eyes. The only other clothing was an open-crotch panty which matched her bra and patent leather thigh boots which clung to her shapely legs.

Meanwhile, my erection was approaching criticality and Jan, recognizing the symptoms, sat across my lap and guided my cock inside. Then squirming her hips she screwed me while her tits swayed in front of my face as I tried to capture one with my lips. When I eventually did, I gave the nipple a tug which made her squeal with delight and thrust her rubber-covered body tight against me as we both reached a towering orgasm.

“Welcome home,” she whispered and rested on my shoulders with her face snuggling into my neck.

A few minutes later, I helped Jan out of her rubber wear and boots, undressed myself and joined her in a hot shower. After we’d toweled off and applied talcum, Jan donned a blue rubberized taffeta kimono while I dressed in loose, blue latex pajamas and we made dinner together.

Elsie göztepe escort and Doris

Everybody assumed that Elsie and Doris were sisters since they had the same last name and had shared a house together for as long as anyone could remember; they even looked alike to many but in fact, they were cousins. Elsie was a headmistress at a local junior school while Doris had been a clerk at the local bank ever since she herself had left school.

Neither had ever married but Doris had come close when she was in her early twenties. Outside work which consumed most of their attention, their passions were making jams and marmalade which they sold at local farmers markets and church fetes while their evenings were passed reading an unending stream of lurid mysteries and “bodice rippers.”

And the latter was about as close to sensuality as either woman would ever have admitted to herself let alone her cousin. The irony was though that both from time to time had been known to fondle her own body but only under the covers of their separate beds in separate rooms and only in the dark and with a staunch determination to stifle any inadvertent sounds.

“That was a very handsome young man,” observed Elsie one Saturday morning over the breakfast table.

“Hmm, who was?” came Doris’ reply from behind the pages of her newspaper.

“You know the one on the train. Wearing that raincoat.”

As Doris emerged from behind the sports section because, much against her cousin’s wishes, she sometimes enjoyed a “flutter on the gee-gees”, she looked over the rim of her glasses and said, “Mackintosh dear. Remember what he said.”

“What’s the difference?” the other demanded.

“I think it’s the fact that they have a rubber coating which was invented by Charles Mackintosh years ago.” “This makes them waterproof, not just rainproof or shower resistant like our raincoats. Remember when we got soaked coming back from shopping two weeks ago?”

“So, is it practicality you seek or is there something else?”

Elsie blushed invisibly, “Well he was handsome and he looked so sexy in his mackintosh”.

Doris pretended outrage at the very mention of the idea but then softened and said, “Well we have nothing much to do today, so how about a train ride and a visit to Weatherford’s?”

“I’ll be ready in 30 minutes to go and buy my first mackintosh,” replied Elsie and she whistled as she headed upstairs to dress.

Doris did not even know that her cousin could whistle.

Weatherford’s

“So what do you want to buy? asked Elsie as they settled down in their train seats.

“Well,” said her cousin. “I know a want a real mackintosh.”

“You mean rubber; what is it about that has become so important to you?”

Doris thought for a while, “It looked so good on him. I loved the look and when he stood up to get off the train, there was a scent and the sound … It just got to me somehow.

“Sometimes you worry me,” said her cousin and their compartment then went quiet.

A ten-minute taxi ride brought the couple to the front door of the store and one question to the doorman found them in the outerwear department. Then the two went their separate ways as Doris inhaled a hint of the mackintosh of the handsome young man on the train and she felt a stirring which she had tried to ignore.

An assistant appeared and asked if “‘Modom’ needed help.”

At the time, “Modom”, was fingering a green double-texture riding mackintosh which the assistant declared was perfect for “Modom”.

Doris tried it on and as the assistant busied herself with the buttons, she opted not to cinch the belt but rather to tie it. The assistant clucked dissatisfaction and hinted, not very discretely, that only Parisian street walkers belted their mackintoshes that way.

Suitably chastened, Doris headed for the mirror and her version of a twirl as Elsie came around the corner wearing a dark beige version of the one Doris bore and joined her by the mirror. Naturally Elsie’s mac was belted correctly. Typical, she always was the “Goody Two Shoes.” By this time, the store assistant was making out their bill so the cousins paid, took their purchases and left.

Serious shopping calls for serious consequences like tea and scones at the nearest café. They placed their shopping bags by their knees as Elsie ordered a pot of Darjeeling tea for two and scones with strawberry jam. It never occurred to her to ask Doris’ opinion because they always took Darjeeling and scones had to be accompanied by strawberry jam. No question!

For once in her life, while Elsie poured, Doris sniffed the air and her nostrils caught the rubber scent of their mackintoshes.

“I like what we bought but they’re not like the young man on the train had,” she mused.

“Well, it’s too late now to take them back so that’s that,” replied her cousin. “And just in time! Look outside.”

It was starting to rain and Elsie tuzla escort led the way by opening her bag and taking out her mackintosh. When she had removed the labels, she folded the coat she had been wearing and donned the new one. Advising Doris to follow her lead, Elsie called the waitress and paid the bill. Then the two left the café and scurried towards the station to catch their train.

Later, at bedtime they said their goodnights and went their separate ways. As Doris hung up her clothes she dwelt on her new mackintosh for a moment and luxuriated in its scent. Then slipping off her nightdress, she donned the mackintosh, buttoned it and tied the belt. Parisian streetwalker indeed! She’d show ’em but not with this mac. She knew now that she wanted a single-texture mac as she so wanted to feel the rubber lining next to her skin.

But before she climbed into bed, she took off her mackintosh and draped it over her counterpane. “It’ll have to do for tonight,” she mused, then she turned off the light and drew the mackintosh closer to her cheek and began to fondle herself never dreaming that in the room across the hall, her cousin was doing the exact same thing.

The next day was Sunday and, as usual, the couple walked to their local church. Not that either was particularly religious but rather because it had been a habit since they were children and it was a good way to catch up with friends and all the gossip. So securely clad in their new mackintoshes they set off.

Since early that morning, Doris had been trying to think up a way to tell her cousin that she intended to buy another mackintosh in addition to the green one she was wearing. The problem was that Elsie hated extravagance and Doris was certain that she would perceive it that way. Then, though she had a brainwave as they were walking home through the drizzle arm in arm and sharing a large umbrella, she had an idea.

Elsie broke the silence and said, “Wasn’t it nice to see Dorothy back at church although she seems to have lost a lot of weight after the surgery?”

Doris agreed and then she went on to relate her conversation with the aforementioned lady. Apparently Dorothy had complimented her on the practicality and the stylishness of the green mackintosh but had said that Elsie’s choice of fawn would make it easier to match with other clothing or accessories.

“And Elsie, while I wouldn’t have said so to her, I feel bound to agree and I may go back to Weatherford’s on my day off tomorrow.”

“I didn’t know you had a day off tomorrow. How did that come to be?” “And I don’t think the shop will exchange it now after it’s been worn.” She went on.

“Well the day off is a result of all the overtime I put in at the end of last quarter and I wasn’t thinking of exchanging it but getting another closer to your color choice.”

Predictable as ever, Elsie replied, “Well I don’t see why anyone would want to spend the money on two mackintoshes but it’s your bank account and if you want to fritter it away, that’s your business I suppose.”

Doris smiled a smile of smug satisfaction. She had got past that hurdle unscathed and she began to imagine what she should buy. She certainly didn’t want fawn as keeping it clean would be a challenge and she knew that rubberized materials can’t be thrown into the washing machine or sent to the cleaners. And red was out because she was supposed to be finding something whose color went with everything. So perhaps navy-blue? Or better yet, black. That’s it, a black rubber mackintosh but not like that young man’s girlfriend wore. She would look like a streetwalker in that although she was forced to admit that the young woman carried it well. But that was the point, she was young and I’m not she sighed.

The next day, as Doris was about to leave the house for the train station, Vivian called. Vivian was a work colleague at the bank and she, too, had the day off. Vivian had an appointment with her mother’s solicitor and asked Doris what her plans were. Thus it was that Doris was able to get a ride in Vivian’s car instead of on the train and as she was dropped off at the front door of Weatherford’s, they arranged to meet up for lunch and the journey back.

Doris hoped that she would not encounter the same assistant as she had the previous Saturday and, for once, her wish was granted. Instead she was greeted by a lady of about her own age whose nametag revealed her to be the manager of the outerwear department. Doris explained that she was looking for a single-texture preferably in black and the woman said they had received new stock over the weekend but that it was not on display yet. However, she said if Doris would care to have a seat she would go to the stockroom.

Five minutes later, she reappeared with her arms full of merchandise and plopped them onto the glass-topped counter. ‘”Let’s try this for size to start with,” and held out a black cotton-faced garment. Doris beamed inwardly as she saw the smooth rubber lining which made her shiver as it’s cool touch caressed her arms. “Don’t worry my dear,” said the lady, “It’ll soon warm up. And you’ll find it’s lighter than many others because there is less material but its both windproof and waterproof. Note that it isn’t stitched together like some less-expensive mackintoshes but all the seams are taped to seal out the rain and seal in the warmth.

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This will be a short one but it certainly was a provocative and enjoyable experience.

Katie is the 22 years old daughter of my neighbor Amy whom I’ve written about in the past.

Well, it began when Katie came home from college on summer break. She’s a gorgeous young lady with dark hair and eyes. While her bust seems to be still developing, what she does have is quite ample. She’s a little chubby overall but with a cute wiggly, shaky kind of butt that sets her off nicely.

While I was reading the paper on my patio one morning, Katie wondered over to say hello.

“Hi, Mr. Cleve, mind if I join you?”

“Have a seat, Katie. Care for some freshly brewed coffee?”

“That would be nice. “

So I put the paper down and poured her a cup.

She was wearing a little two-piece outfit that accentuated her girlish figure.

As she played with her cup, I got the impression she had something on her mind.

“So Katie how’s school? Sticking with marine biology?”

“Oh yeh, we were out on the school’s boat last month doing some field work and trying to get some sun. “

” I really need to get more rays. “

“More of a tan than you already have, Katie?”

“I’ve been tanning at school. “

“Tanning?”

“Yeh, the girls dorm has a tanning bed and we all take turns using it. “

“Wanna see?”

And with that she pulled her top off and showed me her sweet little titties.

“You’re lovely, honey. ” The nipples stood out stiff in the morning air as she jiggled her breasts innocently.

What was she doing?

“And look at this. “

She pulled off her bottoms and I was greeted with the whole show. Her hips swayed from under tiny waist and and her pubic mound swelled beneath her soft hairy bush.

“Now Katie, I appreciate the fact that you want to show off your great tan but don’t you think you should cover up a little?”

“Oh, I’m just nervous and wanted to break the ice. Besides, I trust you. You’re not like those other old fuddy, duddies around ataşehir escort here. And mom said you were harmless. “

Old fuddy, duddies?

What is this chick talking about?

Well, anyways, the sight of this cute little coed prancing around naked made everything all right… I forgave her.

“Mr. , Cleve, would you do me a favor?”

Here it comes!

“Well, it’s my boyfriends birthday today and I want to be perfect for him. “

“You certainly look perfect to me, Katie. “

“Oh, what I mean is… “

“Yes, Katie?”

“Well, I want to be really perfect for him. You know, perfect… like a new born baby. “

“I think I’m beginning to get the picture. “

“Yeh, and I know you can do a much better job than I could. “

“Just what are we talking about?”… I teased

“I want you to shave my little vagina and get all the hair off. “

By now, my cock had begun to swell and Katie had noticed the bulge in my pants.

With that she reached over and patted my cock, “Please Mr. Cleve, I promise to be a good girl and do whatever you say. I just need to have my pussy perfect for tonight. “

She had me. No body could turn down that kind of offer.

“Okay, Katie!”

“Let me go inside and grab some stuff and I’ll be right back. I need the light and it will be easier to shave you out here. “

“Anything you say, Mr. Cleve. “

Ah! Mr. Cleve is about to manipulate and shave this little girl’s cunt. I’ll be very gentle, even subtle. This harmless old fuddy duddy is about to have some fun.

Katie was still sitting on the edge of the picnic table when I came back out, sort of leaning back on her outstretched hands, legs spread slightly. Her pussy and breasts on display for me.

I pulled a chair up to the table and dropped the towel, razor and lather on the ground.

“Are you ready, honey?”

“Yes, Mr. Cleve. “

“Okay, well a… stand up in front of me… and be a good girl. “

“Yes, ümraniye escort Mr. Cleve. “

“Now put your left foot up on to the seat. Yes, that’s good.

Spread your legs a little more and push out your cu… vagina so I can begin. “

“You can it a cunt, Mr. Cleve, if I can call you Bob”

“Okay Katie, stick out your cunt for me and let me have a look. “

She shifted around as I instructed and stuck out her pussy.

“Like this, Bob?”

I breathed in her sweet youthful pussy. I wanted to give it a little kiss, the clitoris was especially enticing… but I refrained.

“That’s perfect, Katie. “

I began to lather her cunt up, being careful to slide my finger just inside those pouting lips as I started from her mound to the bud of her ass.

“Whoooo… that tickles”

“Just be still girl, you don’t want your clit nicked, do you?”

She calmed down as I began to remove her hair. She wiggled a little when I tugged at her pussy lips, while shaving around her clitoris.

It looked like a tiny pink tongue peeking out from between the folds.

Young girls snatches are so meaty. I just love the way they puff up when they are massaged.

I fooled around with her slit and clit more than I needed to. Sliding my finger up and down her crack was just too sweet.

“All most done, Katie. Turn around and bend over so I can check your ass. “

“I’m not going to let him fuck me in the ass, Bob… but if you say so”

She bent over and I pulled her ass cheeks apart for inspection.

What a tiny little puckered up hole… and her cunt… well that looked really good too.

No hair here… yet. Time will change that.

I slapped her hard on the ass and told her she was fine down there.

“Thanks, Bob. I feel so clean and fresh. “

She twirled around and stood up on her toes looking at me.

Her eyes twinkled as she said,

“Let’s try it out! Take your pants off and kadıköy escort let me play with you a little. “

“Okay Katie, here goes nothing.

I stripped off my pants and shirt.

“Now what?”

“Sit in your chair, Bob, and I’ll come over to you. “

So I sat back down and in a flash Katie had scampered up over my lap putting her legs

over the arms of the chair.

I looked down to see her freshly shaved pussy suspended inches away from the tip of my pulsing cock.

“I’m not trying to tease you, Bob, but I’m a virgin and want Tommy to be my first. “

So what is she doing with her pussy, a cocks length away from being impaled.

“I just want to stick it in a little and get a feel for it. You’re bigger than Tommy so I’m not sure how much I can get in before hitting my hymen. “

“Try a couple of inches, Katie. “

“Okay!”

She had to spread her lips with her fingers to get me in… then slowly lowered herself.

She was a strong girl and had no problem maintaining that depth while balancing herself with her arms.

The lips of her pussy twitched at the head of my cock as she looked into my eyes and spoke.

“I’m soooo… lovin this, Bob.

Ooooh… you feel so good.

I could just drop all the way down on your lovely cock… would you mind if I just gave you a hand job? Pleeeease?”

and leaned in… her nipples grazing my chest.

I wanted to explode into that sweet little cunt but managed to hold back.

“Okay Katie, I understand. “

She smiled and eased herself off my cock. She got down between my legs and took hold of my shaft while kneeling back on her butt.

She stroked me good and long… slow and tenderly.

All the while looking at me and saying how gentle I was with her.

As I swelled in her hand, she knew I was cumming, so she put her mouth over the head of my cock and sucked… stroking me up and down until I spurted into her warm mouth… and then… sucked me dry.

What a pleasant way to spend the morning. I told Katie that I would write a story about what happened and post it with Literotica.

“Oooooo… that would be soooooo… nice… let me parade around for you and see if an old fuddy duddy can get it up again. “

I did!

Yes, I did!

Any comments are appreciated.

Thanks

Robertcleve

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Comedian Jeff Foxworthy’s signature routine lets people know if they might be a redneck. Well, along those same lines, here is how to tell if you might be a breast addict.

1) If you can guess the bra size of every woman you meet but don’t have any idea what color their eyes are, you might be a breast addict.

2) If you’ve spent countless hours searching for strippers that will let you suck on them in the VIP room and you know their weekly work schedules and have a “5-star” rating system for them, you might be a breast addict.

3) If the amount of money you have spent on strippers (or escorts) would have bought you a new home, or an exotic Italian sports car, you might be a breast addict.

4) If you have female friends who know about your need and allow you to suck on them without actually dating or having sex, you might be a breast addict.

5) If you have ever experienced “missing time” while enjoying a woman’s breasts; what you thought only lasted 10 minutes was actually 2 full hours, you might be a breast addict.

6) If your mouth has been conditioned to water like Pavlov’s dog whenever you see cleavage, you might be a breast addict.

7) If you’ve dated a woman with no other expectation other than getting your lips on her tits. Likewise, if you’ve ever stopped dating a woman because she doesn’t enjoy having you suck on her breasts, you might be a breast addict.

8) If the idea of a woman breastfeeding a child older than four years old disgusts everyone around you, but you secretly think “lucky kid”, you might be a breast addict.

9) If a new girl that you are dating says that she is lactating just as you get her bra off for the first time and you don’t even hesitate to latch on, you might be a breast addict.

10) Finally, if you’ve ever sucked on a woman’s breasts so long, or so hard, that your mouth was raw and your tongue changed colors from red to white, you might be a breast addict.

Hi, my name is Jay and I am a breast addict. It’s been 12 hours since my last “fix” and with a little luck it will be less than 12 hours before my next. I know that many men (and women) enjoy the look, feel, taste, comfort, or stress relief of a luscious breast, but most people are not really “addicts”; they just enjoy nice tits. It’s like the difference between someone who enjoys a few drinks during the week as opposed to someone who needs to drink every night.

I have spent a significant amount of time and resources getting my breast fix throughout my life. I have dedicated this series to sharing some of my experiences in the quest for breasts.

From the time that I had first noticed girls and started swiping my uncle’s “Playboy” magazines I knew that I was going to be a breast man. During my high school years my head seemed like it was attached to my body on ball bearings the way that my head spun around trying to take in all the scenery.

I was the “shy, quiet type” in school. I was athletically built and played all the major sports but mentally I had much more in common with the geeks and gear-heads. Therefore, I was friends with just about every guy in the school because I could find some way to relate to everyone.

Unfortunately, my social skills with the opposite sex were like a mute auctioneer; I had a lot to say but had no idea how to say it. Whenever girls were around, my mind seemed to shift into neutral and my tongue turned into a dried out chunk of leather. When ladies did talk to me I gave very short answers and I always felt awkward and out of place.

The few girls that I did get to know were the result of hanging out with two of my cousins; Julia and Deanna. Julia was my age (18) and Deanna was four years older. Since I had grown up with them, I was relaxed and could be myself around them, even when they had their girlfriends over to visit. I would later lose my virginity to Julia and be briefly involved with Deanna but that is another story.

My first experience happened during my senior year of high school. Diane was a friend of Julia and Deanna. She did not graduate from my school, but I had met her on several occasions. Diane was 20 at the time and she was attending school at the local community college while working two part kartal escort time jobs.

Diane was a very pretty brunette with seductive brown eyes and a warm smile. At 5’1″ she was rather short. She was slim, had long curly brown hair and full 36C breasts. Like most college students, Diane needed every extra dollar that she could make, so when my parents asked her to babysit my brother on Friday nights, she accepted.

My baby brother is 10 years younger than me. I normally watched him myself, except that I was involved with sports and after school activities all school year. Since my parents bowled on a league on Friday nights, they needed someone to watch him. The arrangement with Diane was that she would stay with my brother until I arrived at home, then she could leave.

The first month went by without incident. I noticed that Diane didn’t leave right away when I got home and she usually stayed until my parents arrived. She had said that her boyfriend worked on Friday nights, so she wasn’t in any real hurry to go anywhere.

Like most girls, she talked enough for both of us and I just listened, laughed, and didn’t have to say much. Most of our time was spent watching movies. I usually sat at the end of the couch while she lay down with her feet next to my legs. I was completely smitten with Diane and she became the focus of my nightly masturbation marathons when I went to bed.

Sometime during the second month we had a snow storm and I arrived home to find Diane bundled up on the couch with a blanket. As I walked in she said, “I am absolutely freezing, I’ve been waiting for you to get here and warm up my feet.” I just smiled and said “I’ll be there in a minute.”

I changed my clothes and then took my usual place on the couch, except this time I reached over and put her feet on my lap and I started to massage them under the blanket. After a few minutes she looked over, smiled at me and said “thank you, it feels great.” Her smile nearly melted my heart; she looked so beautiful laying there. I just wished that I had the social skills to “close the deal”.

I continued to massage Diane’s feet for about 30 minutes, all the while working my strong hands up her legs to massage her calves through her jeans. Diane would occasionally purr letting me know that she was enjoying it. I eventually stopped rubbing her feet and I leaned over so that I was half way lying behind her. She responded by saying “do you want to lie down too?” I said “yes” and she slid forward allowing me to get into position behind her on my right side.

At this point my heart was beating so loudly that it felt as though it would leap from my chest. My mind was racing and my palms were starting to sweat. We adjusted the blanket so that we were both covered and I placed my left hand on her hip. I felt her shoulders wriggle against my chest as she took my left hand and wrapped it around her waist. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of her hair; she smelled incredible. To this day when I smell the scent of “Poison’ I remember that night.

My body was screaming for me to move and to take what I wanted. My brain on the other hand was paralyzed with the fear of rejection. Over the next 30 minutes I allowed my left hand to slowly work my way up her stomach until my hand was touching the bottom of her bra; every second seemed to last an eternity.

Though I wanted to place my hand on her breast; my first breast, I couldn’t find the courage to move. I must have paused in that position for at least 10 minutes. It seemed as though Diane read my mind as she gently took my left hand into her left hand, lifted it up and pressed it against her chest. My mind finally comprehended the fact that she wanted my attention and that realization crumbled my inhibitions.

I massaged her breast through her knit sweater for about five minutes before I reached down and slid my hand up her shirt to touch her tight tummy. I slowly, but deliberately brought my hand up to her breast and resumed my massage; alternating from one breast to the other.

I could feel and hear Diane breathing deeply. Her eyes were closed and she had the most peaceful look on her face; as if she were completely maltepe escort relaxed. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and noticed that I was watching her. She smiled, sat up and removed her bra. As she was about to lie down again I asked her if we could switch positions, to which she responded with a raspy “ok”.

I stood up and let Diane lie down towards the back of the couch. Once she adjusted her pillow I snuggled up to her with my head near her chest. We quickly pulled the blanket around us and I immediately started to pull up her shirt. She wiggled around a little to allow me to work her shirt up in order to expose her breasts.

I ducked under the blanket and found myself staring at my first “real life” breast. The object of my desire for so long was now in my right hand and just inches from my face. My mouth began to water uncontrollably as I parted my lips and let the tip of my tongue caress Diane’s nipple. I flattened my tongue and gave her areola one smooth lick before I took her entire nipple into my hungry mouth.

I suckled her breast deep and firm, but gently. Within seconds I felt Diane’s left hand on the back of my head pulling me into her breast as if encouraging me to ravish her body. I would have taken her entire breast into my mouth if I could have; I was in heaven. I heard Diane moan.

As I switched to her other breast I heard her whisper, “That feels so good”. Diane moved her left leg around my waist and I allowed my right leg to take a position between hers. We held each other tight as I continued to suckle each of her breasts for the next hour.

I kept expecting to hear my parents car pulling up the driveway any minute, but they were either running late due to the snow, or they had gone out dancing after bowling as they sometimes did.

I had the hardest erection that I can ever remember. My cock was pressed against Diane’s leg and I was sure that she could feel it pulsing and grinding against her. With my inhibitions gone and knowing that Diane had let me come this far, I decided to see if she would let me go further.

I had been holding her breast with my right hand while suckling on her. I let her breast go and my hand slid down her tummy and between her legs. I started to massage her juicy pussy through her jeans. She reached down with her left hand and grabbed mine, forcing me to stop. On the one hand I immediately felt rejected and embarrassed for pushing her so far, but on the other hand I was so thankful to have her incredible breasts.

After pulling my hand away she pulled down the blanket so she could look into my eyes. She said “I’m sorry Jay, but I can’t give you that because it’s not mine to give, it belongs to Mark (her boyfriend).” I said, “OK, I understand, I’m sorry.” She smiled and said, “Don’t be sorry, I’m sure that I can think of other ways to take care of your problem that has been poking me in the leg for the past hour.”

If a guy can ever have a “blonde moment”, this was mine. I just stared at Diane with a blank look on my face; my mind racing trying to comprehend what she was hinting at. She just smiled at me with a devilish look in her eyes for a few seconds and then she said, “Lie down and get comfortable”.

I did as I was told and Diane slipped down to the end of the couch. She flipped the blanket over her head so that I couldn’t see what she was doing. Seconds later I felt her hands unfastening my jeans and pulling down my zipper. I arched my back and helped her push my jeans down.

After years of masturbating 3 to 5 times a day it was nice to finally feel a woman’s hands on my cock. Diane stroked my shaft slowly several times and then I felt her hot tongue lick my balls. She licked each one with the flat of her tongue a couple times and then she started to work up the length of my shaft.

I watched Diane’s head move under the blanket as she took my cock into her wet mouth and begin to give me the first blow job of my life. Though I couldn’t see what she was doing, the feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and it seemed that every nerve in my body was focused on her warm mouth and the intense pleasure that she was giving to me.

I opened my pendik escort eyes just long enough to see her head slowly bob up and down three times and I knew that I wasn’t going to last any longer. My back arched uncontrollably as I took a deep breath and held it. Seconds later my cock began to throb as jets of jism sprayed into Diane’s throat. She grabbed my cock to hold it in her mouth while I convulsed with the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced.

As my orgasm subsided Diane continued to suck and stroke my cock trying to coax every drop of cum out of me. Satisfied that she had gotten all of my seed she licked the head of my cock several times, placed both of her hands on my hips and took my cock back into her hungry mouth. As with most teenagers, I was still hard as a rock after my initial orgasm and Diane seemed happy to continue sucking.

My first orgasm had happened so quickly that it was over before my mind really appreciated the fact that I had just had my first blow job. Now, I was able to rest my head on the pillow and really enjoy the experience. Diane started this second round slow and firm just like the first. She wasn’t taking my full length into her mouth, but I could tell that she was getting more than half of it into her throat.

After what seemed like five minutes, Diane began to pick up the pace. I opened my eyes and watched her head moving up and down like a piston under the blanket. I smiled out of pure satisfaction. I knew that several of my good friends were getting laid on a regular basis, but half of them complained that they couldn’t talk their girls into blowing them and the other half complained that their girls wouldn’t let them cum in their mouths.

Another five minutes had passed and sheer ecstasy surged through my body. Diane’s head was furiously pumping up and down now and the couch began to squeak underneath me; if she sucked any faster or harder I swear that the whole couch would have started to vibrate.

I began to feel the tell-tale tingling throughout my body letting me know that my next orgasm was just moments away. My cock ached and the head started to hurt but it felt so incredibly good at the same time. I clamped down onto sides of the couch with both hands. My back arched and my breathing stopped. Diane stopped pumping up and down and grabbed my cock with both hands. Again I shot loads of cum into Diane’s hungry mouth.

As my convulsions stopped and I started to breathe again, Diane very slowly sucked up and down on my cock. This time I began to soften. When my cock was about half soft she let it slip from her lips and she sat up while pulling the blanket off us. All I could do was say, “that was fucking incredible” and I started to laugh.

Diane lay down on top of me with her head on my chest. We hugged for a few minutes and then she said, “Jay, nobody can know about this.” I told her that I wouldn’t tell anyone. She then looked into my eyes with a very serious look on her face and said, “You’re going to find that most women have their own rules when it comes to sex. In my case, what is between my legs belongs to my boyfriend, but I give the rest of me to whomever I want and right now I want that to be you, understand?” I said, “Yes, I understand”. She smiled and said, “good, if you play your cards right we can continue to do this every Friday night.”

We got off the couch, made ourselves decent and got something to drink. We then picked out a movie and snuggled up on the couch again. This time I slid down far enough that she could see the movie over the top of my head while I sucked on her gorgeous breasts. The blanket was pulled down to Diane’s waist so that I could see her exquisite breasts and she could watch me sucking on her.

I remember her eyes were so full of warmth and care; they seemed to look through my eyes and directly into my soul. She had just a hint of a smile on her face. With her left hand she rubbed my shoulders and neck and let her fingers roam through my thick hair. Up to that point I had never felt so connected to another person in my life. Minutes gave way to hours as our bond grew stronger. At 2:30am I heard my parent’s car pull into the drive. I rushed off to bed while Diane put her bra back on and folded up the blanket.

And so my quest for breasts started. We would take turns sucking on each other every Friday night until my parent’s league finished for the year. Not long after that she graduated with her associated degree and transferred to a four year college. I didn’t see her again until several years later at Deanna’s wedding.

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Chapter 02: Helping Out

Nothing too eventful occurred during the week, apart from a couple instances of Audrey grabbing Cat’s butt playfully at work or teasing Alexa about anything she could think of. Sadly, no opportunities arose for anyone to have more fun at work. Although Cat was somewhat relieved, as the incident on Monday had been quite the exhausting experience. Friday evening she got home safe and sound, tired from the long week. Getting out of her sedan, and walking towards the house she heard someone yell out after her.

“Hey, Cathryn? Is that you?”

She turned around to see the Cassidy, the original receptionist, and another woman walking along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. The two sauntered over and Cassidy started conversing with Cat.

“Oh hey I haven’t seen you since last Friday! How has work been?”

Reminiscing about, but trying not to think too much about Monday, she responded with a slight sheepishness in her voice. “Things have been usual I suppose… I’ve been chatting with Audrey from accounting and Alexa recently.”

“Oh that’s wonderful, I’m glad you’re getting along with more people at work. Haha, just don’t let Audrey get too flirty.” she giggled

Still suppressing the memories as not to get a bulge in her pants from this, she laughed with Cassidy and the other woman.

“Hey, so, how is your arm?” looking at the large blue cast around the entirety of Cassidy’s arm

Cassidy groaned “Ugh at this point it’s becoming annoying, I mean obviously it was painful as hell when it happened, but now that I’ve been fixed up and have pain meds, it’s just more of a nuisance,” she then pointed to the other woman “This is my friend Beth; she lives around here. And with me being cooped up in my house this arm was driving me crazy, she came and got me to go out and lighten up a bit. We went out to lunch and now are taking a walk around the neighborhood. Funny enough that you live here, and that we just happened to pass by too.”

Cathryn laughed, “Yea lucky coincidence. Well, I’m glad you’re doing alright, and if there’s anything you need don’t hesitate to call or text me.”

“Oh, I will thanks! Well, we’ll be heading on now so you can go inside, hope to see you all back at work soon!”

“Hope to see you as soon as you get back too, bye!” Cathryn took a sly look at both the women’s bodies tightly squeezed into the leggings they were wearing as they turned around and continued their walk.

Finally getting inside, Cathryn sat down to a nice little meal of rotisserie chicken, assorted vegetables, and a strawberry shortcake she allowed herself for dessert, with extra cream of course. Licking her fingers after indulging in the sweet cream of the cake, she wanted a shower to relax in.

She got a soft towel and soap and went into the bathroom. While letting the water warm up, she began to strip down her dirty clothes from the day. Her shirt unbuttoned and came off easily. Sighed in relief as her bra next popped off easily. Her pants peeled away from her hips and thighs, slightly moistened by the sweat produced from her crotch. Sometimes she didn’t know why she didn’t wear different underwear such as boxers or something similar to help giver her member some comfort. But her panties were soft and snug, and she was simply too used to wearing them.

Now getting in the to shower, the warm water rushing over her felt therapeutic on her skin and muscles. Hundreds of droplets ran down her body, soothing her after her interesting week, before dripping off and running down the drain.

Now shampooing and conditioning her hair, the slippery suds felt fantastic on her scalp and began to run down her shoulders and chest. And after rinsing them from her hair she began to use her hands to wipe the suds off of her breasts. Doing this she remembered the soft, supple breasts of Alexa she had loved Monday. Her movements around her breasts became more sensual as the image of that perfect pair played again and again in her mind.

Then a familiar ache began to arise between her legs.

She was happy to carry on with the thought of Alexa and rubbing the soapy water around her breasts and stomach. Then it continued down to her thighs and butt. All the while teasing herself by refusing to touch her endowment which slowly began to become erect and raise up. After more rubbing along her stomach and lower back, she wrapped her right hand around the shaft, lifting it up and causing it to get harder. She had to masturbate at least once a day or accidents could happen. So she leaned back as she took over herself and began slowly stroking the base of the shaft while pressing lightly against her still soapy breast.

Her now 16-inch cock stood up, fully hard, but still growing in size as she ran her finger along the underside of it like how Audrey had done before. A small jolt of pleasure was sent through her as she reached the tip. She found it to be more sensitive than usual and began rubbing around it in a circular motion. bakırköy escort Her plentiful reserve of precum began to seep out as she continued giving some lubrication for that part, but for her massive shaft, even this wasn’t enough.

Breathing deeply now and having to rest her left shoulder against the shower wall to support herself, she began stroking herself faster and faster. But the water wasn’t a decent lubrication, and the friction soon built, becoming uncomfortable. She then remembered the soapy, slippery feeling of the shampoo and wondered how she had never thought of this before

(though probably a good thing as she might waste money buying enough shampoo to satiate herself)

She grabbed the bottle and squirted out a thin trail on the top of her rod all the way to the tip. The cold of the shampoo tingled as it met the flushed skin, and more jolts ran through her. Then she distributed the slimy goop all around, scooping some to rub again on the rest of her. The texture of it was incredible on her skin and she trembled as she began to fully begin stroking with most of her might. This went on for another few minutes and just as she felt she was about to blow, she stopped and let the beast throb for a bit while excreting more precum.

She loved to edge herself and this shampoo was helping tremendously.

Now a huge glob was spurted right onto the tip, causing it to bent down slightly and the pleasure swept through her more. Again and again, she brought herself just to the edge of climax before backing off, nearly being unable to contain it the last two times. “Ooh, oh careful. Oh gosh, this is fantastic, it’s slippery and wet like when Alexa straddled it.” Remembering this feeling nearly made her cum without even touching her dick.

“Golly oh this is goooood”

She knew she was reaching her limit and decided to finish up. Cat squeezed out every last drop of the shampoo without regard and furiously rubbed and stroked up and down. She went faster and starting grunting from the pleasure as her pressure built up higher and higher. Cat slipped a bit and her butt hit the warm, slippery tiles of the shower. This in combination with pressure it applied brought her to her limit.

Her legs tensed up and her arms froze with her hands squeezing her cock as hard as she could.

Cat’s eyes rolled back into her head as her mouth hung open and abs contracted. All the pressure was about to pour out.

Smack!!!

The first rope of cum shot out rapidly and ruptured against the hard tile of the shower wall.

“Hhhnnnngggg”

Cat’s eyes now closed and her teeth clenched as violent, rapid jets of her seed shot out and splattered everywhere in the shower as she struggled to stay up. Her smooth, nearly veinless cock twitched and bobbed as the orgasm shot out. Her breasts jiggled in tandem as each shot caused her to convulse. Clenching on as best she could and trying not to fall over, she continued to paint the shower with her cum faster than the water could wash it down the drain and the bottom inch of liquid in the shower was about half water and half cum.

Bucking for the last time the last incredible shot came forth, flying up and coating the shower head as she moaned one last time

“Oooh, fuuu……”

Trembling she sat down in the shower to take a breath and rest. She now knew she was going to have to allot some more cash each month to getting extra shampoo and conditioner.

After cleaning off following her explosive fun in the shower, she dried off and slipped into a soft pair of pajama bottoms and an old tank top. Then she was curled up in her bed to watch some comedy shows on tv before passing out, leaving the stand-up amusing stylings of Robert Malick still running.

“…Speaking of surprises don’t ya just hate it when you bring a girl home, she pulls down her pants and there’s a big floppy dick in your face? Ha sorry I meant ‘love it'”

The audience didn’t seem too impressed with that last one.

Now morning, a sliver of light poked through the curtains in Cat’s room. It poked at her eyelids until she opened them slowly and turned over in bed, allowing herself another 5 or… 30 minutes to lay there, give or take. Finally, she let out a silent yawn as she sat up in bed, adjusting to the light that was coming in. She looked at her alarm clock, 10:21.

“Wow, a Saturday where I’m up before noon, and also wow,” looking down at the blanket that was ever so slightly raised. “And barely any morning wood! This is looking out to be a good day.”

Cat trudged into the kitchen, ready to make herself some waffles drenched in syrup to continue her good morning. Just as she was reaching for the wobbling bottle of syrup on the top shelf her phone began to ring loudly, startling her and almost causing her to spill syrup everywhere.

“Oh, uh, *ahem* hello?”

“Cathryn! I knew I had the right number, it’s Cassidy. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

Cathryn was surprised to hear her escort beşiktaş voice, forgetting their previous conversation and that this secretary had access to employees numbers.

“No you didn’t wake me up, haha it’s ok. What’s up?”

“Well I really hate to do this, but yesterday you said to call if I need anything. Well, my friend Beth forgot she had a doctors appointment this morning, which is really like her, oh she’s such a forgetful girl. You know she’s so bad, almost every year she’s late to the little birthday dinner that we and some other friends have, ooh this one time Jo and I….” in a cartoon-style secretary manner she had begun rambling but had just caught herself before she forgot what she called about in the first place.

“Oh, haha I do go on and on, anyway I called because I really need someone to help around the house with just a thing or two today, and it would mean the world if you could come over if it isn’t too much trouble.”

“Sure, don’t worry it! I’d be glad to help.”

“Oh thank you so much, it’s just difficult only being able to use one arm for everything. You’re a blessing today, I’ll give you the address but take your time getting here, there’s no rush.”

Cat rapidly finished her waffles, which were so good that she couldn’t help eating them fast in the first place. And followed the directions from her phone to navigate to Cassidy’s house.

After around twelve minutes she arrived in a seemingly quite normal neighborhood and pulled up to an egg white house with black shutters that had the same address as she was given and approached the door.

*knock* *knock*

Cat heard some rumbling around from inside the house then the door quickly opened, revealing

Cassidy, wearing a pale yellow t-shirt with a deep v-neck and grey leggings.

“Thank you so much for coming, I’m sorry I had to ask, but it really means a lot.”

Cat, looking away from the cleavage she was showing, responded, “Oh, uh, don’t worry Cassidy, I told you I’d help if you need it.”

“Ooh you’re just a peach,” Cassidy said, still apologetic, “And you know what else is sweet like peaches…” as she rushed into to the kitchen.

Cat became alert. *gulp* She wondered if this was similar to when Audrey had said ‘Or someone’ Monday before she had made her move on Cat

Suddenly, and to Cat’s relief, she immerged, “Iced tea!”

Cassidy brought a glass over to Cat and then grabbed a glass of the stuff she had been working on before Cat came over. “Ah, nothing like a fresh glass to keep you going.”

She arched her back and took a large gulp, causing her breasts which were already pushing the shirt to its limits to protrude further out and stretch the angle of the v-neck out. Luckily she had closed her eyes as she drank the tea and this allowed Cat to take a good, long look at the massive pair.

Cat might not have had morning wood, but this was enough to send a sizable twitch down her member she was hiding with baggy jeans.

“Mmm, that’s the stuff. Ha, sorry, I just love iced tea, always have some in the house.”

Cassidy then plopped down on her couch and offered Cat to sit down too.

“So have you really been liking working at the company?” She inquired.

Cat thought for a second, “Yea I really have been. I’ve only been out of school for a few years now, but I hope to have a higher position before long. I mean don’t get me wrong, I know I don’t have the qualifications to do a whole lot yet, but I want to do more hands-on work with chemicals, rather than mostly paperwork.”

“Oh don’t worry, you’re a bright girl Cat. Everyone has to start somewhere, but I’m sure you’ll end up where you want. Hehe just don’t let people like Audrey distract you too much, oh she’s a card.”

Cat agreed, laughing, “Yea I’ve only recently gotten to see what she can be like. People like Alexa and the intern are way more manageable.”

“Ooh, then intern, I don’t go for guys much, but he does have a nice little backside” Cassidy blurted out, “Oh I let that slip didn’t I? Well, I suppose it was obvious telling you about how much Beth was taking care of me. She is a little more than a friend to me, but we don’t talk about it much.”

Cat was actually surprised “I hadn’t really noticed, or at least I wasn’t paying attention to those things.”

“Ha, well, even so, we like to keep to ourselves mostly, even if it’s not a rare thing anymore. We just like it that way. Anyway, would you mind if we get started with some things?”

“Sure.” Cat replied and was suddenly thrust a basket of clothes.

“I’ve already tried to carry the basket down myself but almost fell down the stairs, and I was a bit reluctant to try again.” she laughed, “My washer and dryer are in the basement, could you put this load in while I start doing some dishes up here?”

Cat took the basket, overflowing with clothes and heavy enough to make her wonder how Cassidy nearly carried this with one arm down the stairs and headed escort taksim down to the washer and dryer.

Easily spotting the detergent nearby, she began loading the clothes into the washer. After a few pairs of shirts, she came across one of Cassidy’s huge, and heavily padded bras. She had never seen such a large bra and held it up to her own chest. Part of her wished some of her endowment had gone there, but then she thought of the back pain Cassidy must have. Thank goodness she got to sit in a chair with lumbar support during her work day.

Then, a scent hit her nose as she took the pair of pants from the basket to the washer and saw a bundle of panties that was hidden until now. The smell took over her and she picked up a pair, apprehensively bringing it closer to her, but finally smelling it. The sweaty yet sweet scent filled her up as she forgot what she was doing, and her trouser snake slithered down her pants as it began to grow.

“Hey did you find the detergent?” Cassidy shouted down the stairs to her.

Suddenly pulled away from her fantasies, Cat snapped back to reality1 and answered quickly, composing herself “Yes, um, I got it. Uh, almost done here!” and quickly tossed in the rest of the clothes and started the load but not before adding an exuberant about of detergent due to the fact she wasn’t looking… as well as the fact that she was sniffing the panties one last time.

She hurried back upstairs to find Cassidy back in the kitchen, bent over trying to pick up a rag she had just dropped. With her posterior sticking out in Cat’s direction, she wondered if her ability to keep it in her pants was being tested.

Then Cassidy leaned back up, “Well if you’d be so kind to help out with something else, there’s a small patch of lime buildup in my shower near the drain and above the showerhead somehow. If you go into the bathroom and open the closet, some Lime-Away should be sitting on the top shelf and there’s an old rag too.”

Cat was amused with how much Cassidy worried over doing things, “No problem, I’ll get to it right away.”

And she did, going straight to the closet and finding the Lime-Away, but not seeing any sign of a rag. She began to look around a bit before seeing the cabinet under the sink. Opening it up, *eureka!* there was an old rag lying there. She grabbed it and quickly got to work, finding that whatever product it was must be super powered or something. For a moment she wondered if she had stolen chemicals from work because the lime buildup seemed to be rubbing away instantaneously. The tiles in the shower seemed to be brand new after the quick scrub; her job had barely taken any time at all. “Wow, and Cassidy thinks she’s rushing me around. Oh, she’s just too kind.” Cat said to herself

She began to put the amazing product back but knocked over a tub of toiletries and caused it come crashing down to the ground. “Oh, crap sorry!” Cat yelled out preemptively to Cassidy, “But don’t worry nothing is broken. I’m putting everything back where it was.”

Mostly normal items had spilled, creams and the like, but one object caught her attention and it took her a second to fully understand it. A moderately sized, ribbed green phallus lay on the ground and caught her full view. She picked it up quickly, embarrassed and hoping to hide that she saw it. A suction cup poked out of the base, and Cat looked over at the shower imagining the reason for its placement in the bathroom.

However, she knew she would start zoning off again and put it back, shortly before returning to Cassidy in the kitchen.

“Ha sorry about that, but everything’s ok now, and man, you sure do have some powerful Lime-Away.” Cat said, wondering what would happen next.

She had said this while walking behind Cassidy at the sink, but then she turned around.

“Shoot, I’ve to go upstairs to change into a different shirt because I’ve just splashed water all over this one while washing the dishes. Could you finish drying them and putting them away while I change?”

Cat, however, had not taken her eyes from the general direction of the soapy water that ran down her shirt. The cleavage had a light mist of water that made it shine as if it was a beacon calling out to her. But she promptly snapped back again, “Oh, yea that’s not a problem. Sorry you got your shirt all wet.” Although she wasn’t truly completely sorry to see her top like this.

“You’re wonderful, I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Her voice trailed off as she went off, climbing the stairs.

Cat began to towel off a black-speckled plate and continued to think about the bombardment of stimuli around her. The scent of the underwear she had just loaded was intoxicating, and the constant sight of Cassidy’s supple breasts and now butt made her wonder if she would catch on to her staring. She had noticed that after Monday’s events, she had become less shy about her urges and contained her lust less. She daydreamed about how Cassidy’s breasts would feel in her hands, rubbing all over them, teasing her nipples with her fingertips, even using her mouth on them. She wondered if the alluring scent from her panties would be even better from the source. *thump* She was so far off she didn’t even hear the sound of her dick stretching out from their pants and bonking into the cupboard under the counter.

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*****

Hello! If you’re just tuning in, Beltane is a story that crosses into many different fetishes and dynamics. Two staples you can expect pretty much throughout are gentle femdom and cumplay, but also included are cuckqueaning, piss, maledom, f on m cnc, breeding, and a smattering of more mild things like anal, deepthroat, facesitting, and fishnets. There are also some themes of occultism, ritual, and magic that are less overt and more true to life than fantasy. Beltane has been, and is, an exercise in incorporating and moving between these things rather than leaning on just one. If you’re looking for any of these things individually in abundance, this may not be your favorite story. But if you’re on board for some twists, turns, bodily fluids, and a pagan fucktacular bacchanal across a variety of kinks, well…

Enjoy!

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*****

She didn’t clean herself off at all before leaving. She just put her panties back on over the thick glaze of my sperm and got dressed. As she put her underwear on I could see a wet spot forming as my cum soaked into them. She winked at me. She kissed me goodnight and grazed my cock before slinking out the door into the night like a cat.

Holy fuck, I hope she’s really on birth control, I thought. I didn’t think she was lying. She hadn’t really given me any red flags. She had respected my boundaries, what few there were. But I could tell there was still a lot going on behind the scenes with her. She had walked out the door to god knows where, my cum dangerously close to slipping inside her. If she had lied and got pregnant, she would have me by the balls. And I hadn’t even fucked her. The truth was, it didn’t matter how I felt in my gut. I had to trust her.

At the same time, however, I had the pictures. I had kept her face in frame when taking them and she had wanted me to have them. It was my one hard assurance that she wouldn’t try to fuck me over. Some collateral. Not enough to compensate for eighteen years of child support, but something.

The thought of her having that much power over me just by being in possession of my sperm drove me insane the next day. I walked out of a lecture hall in the middle of a lecture (in the lead up to finals week no less) to the bathroom and jacked myself off to the pictures I had taken, unable to control myself. I masturbated four times the next day thinking about her. I imagined her getting home, taking her sopping wet underwear off and sucking them clean while her slender fingers found their way back to her cum-soaked slit…

It was risky behavior, what we had just done. And I loved it. The forced trust, the power she had over me. It was almost like blackmail. She had a little piece of me that I couldn’t control anymore, and she could do whatever she wanted with it. And I think she knew that. She knew exactly what the score was.

Later that day, after the third time cumming while pouring over the photos, I messaged her on Tinder. We hadn’t swapped phone numbers at the bar. I didn’t even know her last name.

“When can I see you again?”

She got back to me in minutes. “Hi there big boy, I was just thinking of messaging you. I’m a little busy tomorrow. The next day?”

My heart was pounding. She hadn’t ghosted me, which meant something. But I had to play it cool.

“I think I can make that work :)”

She replied immediately. “Haha. Don’t play aloof with me, lover boy. Are you touching yourself right now?”

I looked down. My hand had migrated to my cock. I looked back at the screen. “How does she do that?” I asked myself aloud.

I paused for a moment and then responded, “yes.”

She was back immediately again. My heart was still racing. “Mm. Good. I want you to do something for me since I can’t come take and care of you right now.”

Holy shit. “What is it?”

“*ahem*,” she replied.

My hands were shaking. I knew what she wanted, but it was another leap of faith. She could post screenshots of this conversation online if she wanted. She had all the power once again.

“Yes, Mommy?”

Another immediate response popped up. I must admit the attention turned me on. I felt reassured that she wasn’t stringing me along, that she wanted me. She had me once again. I would do whatever she asked. “:) That’s my good boy. Do you have any condoms in your apartment?”

I did. Ann and I had stopped using them six months ago after she had gotten an IUD, but a half-full box still sat in the bathroom. “Yes, Mommy,” I responded, feeling my face get hot. My dick was bulging against my pants.

“Very good,” she replied. “I want you to go and put one on for me.”

“Right now??”

“Yes, right now. Go and be a good boy for me.”

It was as if ‘good boy’ was some magical combination of words. I was compelled, obligated even, to do as she told me. I went and got one from the box and sat back down on my couch.

“Yes, Mommy,” I typed out. I pulled down my pants. My prick escort pendik stood at attention. There was already a drop of precum resting on the tip. I ripped open the wrapper and took the condom out, rolling it over my head and down the length of my cock to the base. “Okay, now what?”

She responded with a phone number. “***-***-****”. There was a pause. “Send me a picture.”

My mind raced. What if it wasn’t her number? What if it was one of her friends’? What if she was making me send dick pics to someone I knew? Or something worse that I couldn’t even think of? It was another leap of faith. But she hadn’t let me down so far. I tapped on the number and selected ‘send message’. I held myself at the base, trying to make it look as big as possible, and snapped a picture. At least it wasn’t identifying. I sent it and said nothing.

A message appeared on the screen. “Very good. You’re such a good boy for me.” A pause. “Now I want you to do something. I want you to jack off and cum into that condom,” another pause – “And then I want you to take it off, and tie the end.”

Holy fucking shit. I had no idea what I was getting into when I took this girl home. I knew it wouldn’t take much to do as she instructed. I was already seeping precum into the end of the rubber. I responded. “Is that all, Mommy?”

“Not hardly,” she replied, just as quickly as before. “I want you to send me a video of you cumming so I know you did it. And then we can go from there.” There was a pause. I started touching myself idly. And then a photo popped up in the text thread. It was her number alright. The photo was of her bent over the back of a chair in the library on campus. She was wearing black jeans and a lacy black thong, both of which were pulled down to her mid-thigh, leaving her milky white bare ass and pussy exposed. She was pulling one of her ass cheeks apart with her hand. She had a large metal buttplug in, the kind with fake gemstones on the tapered end. She was smiling over her shoulder into the camera. I was completely shocked. I couldn’t see anyone in the background of the photo and I assumed she was alone in one of the study areas, but it was an incredibly risky pose. More collateral to assuage my fears. A message appeared. “You’ve got me dripping in the library. I’ll be waiting :)”

I hadn’t really even known she was a student. Our conversation the night before had been almost entirely about sex. I began stroking myself immediately. She had even given me something to masturbate to. I wanted to fuck her so badly, to pull her hair and choke her while I pounded her dripping cunt into oblivion, to feel her clench my cock as she came. But submitting to her will was so effortless. She was just a better dom than I was.

What on earth does she want with a used condom? I thought, my mind racing to all the things she could do with it. She wants more power over me. And I’m going to offer it up to her. I was rubbing the head of my cock through the condom, stimulating my glans and head, the way I usually masturbated. At intervals I would run my hand down to the base, gripping it tightly and pulling my skin taut as my engorged member jumped with excitement.

I thought about her keeping a bulging condom of my cum in her nightstand, to do with whatever she pleased. I imagined her tearing it open with her teeth and sucking it all out, sticky gobs running down her chin and dropping onto her heaving tits. I imagined her pushing it into her pussy and rubbing her clit, squeezing the thin balloon full of my potent seed as she came, daring it to break. I imagined her untying the knot and letting it drizzle onto her asshole, using it as lube to plug herself, and going about her day with my cream trapped inside her. I looked back at the photo. Her coy smile looked back at me knowingly. She knew I was loving this. My eyes closed as they rolled back and I bit my lip, speeding up my short, tight strokes.

Orgasm built inside of me and shot from the tip of my cock. Oh shit, I forgot, I thought, grabbing my phone. I squeezed my urethra, trying to stop it from coming until I was filming. I got the video going and let go, several ropes’ worth of cum pumping all at once into the condom. I moaned, thinking about Gemma watching it in the library and rubbing herself underneath the table. It filled the reservoir in the tip immediately and began running down my shaft.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said aloud, gripping myself at the base to stop it from running out. I stood up, angling it down, and continued emptying my balls into the rubber. I squeezed it all out, then gripped the condom and slid it off, trying to capture all the cum that had tried to escape. I held it up to the camera. It was a large load, filling a half inch of the condom. I held it between my fingers and squeezed it all down into the bulb. Then I tied it in an overhand knot. A sample of my genetic material.

I ended the video and sent it to her. “I almost forgot to film. You escort şişli had me carried away.”

There was a pause almost exactly the length of the video. She really had been waiting. A message popped up. “Mmm, what a gooood boy. That was so quick 😉 And so MUCH! You must be so pent up, you poor thing.”

“I was :(” I responded. “What should I do now?” Even though I had just drained my balls, I was still horny. My cock was still at a half chub.

“Are you busy?”

“No, Mommy.”

She sent me an address four blocks from my apartment. “Go to my house. The door is open, my roommates are home. If they ask you who you are, tell them you’re leaving something for me. My room is the first door on the right as you walk in. Leave it on my bed.”

That seemed easy enough. I hoped I wouldn’t get any weird questions from her roommates. “Yes, Mommy.”

Another message shot onto the screen. “You’ve been very good for me. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s worth your time :)”

I felt myself throb meekly. I responded simply, “Omw,” on my way.

I pulled my pants up, put shoes on, and tucked my offering in my pocket. I decided to walk, feeling like some evil servitor carrying out his master’s bidding in the growing Spring night. There was something so fantastical, so ‘black magic’ about it. I had never been so rapidly wrapped up in a sexual relationship with someone I hardly knew. An exclusively sexual relationship at that. And the chemistry was undeniable. She understood my brain without me having ever explained it. I couldn’t hide anything from her. But I didn’t yet understand how she ticked. That, I guess, was really the upper hand she had on me. I was an open book, and she was a mystery.

I rounded the corner and walked up to an old arts and crafts house with a big porch. The blinds were drawn in the front window. I can’t just walk into this house, what if they think I’m robbing the place? I stepped up the porch and knocked on the door. A taller, black-haired girl with caramel-colored skin in pajamas opened the door.

“Hello?” She asked.

“Oh hey, uh, sorry,” I stammered. Lie, you idiot. “I don’t know if Gemma told you I was coming. I’m James. Gemma’s in my…” Keep it vague “lab, and I have some notes to give her back. She told me just to put them in her room.”

I realized suddenly how sketchy-looking this was. I didn’t even have a backpack with me. Where was I supposed to be carrying these notes? For all she knew I could be a stalker. Maybe this was it. Gemma was setting me up to get the cops called on me for a sick thrill.

“Oh, okay,” she said. “Yeah, Gemma just texted me that you were coming by,” she stepped out of the door, inviting me in.

I sighed internally. Oh thank god. “Thanks,” I said.

“That’s her room,” her roommate explained, pointing to a door. “We’re watching a movie downstairs, just let yourself out.”

“Great, thanks!” I said.

She walked through a darkened doorway and out of sight. I was relieved. She had seemed completely disinterested. I opened the door and turned on the lights.

Gemma’s room matched her outwardly gothic vibe. The walls had a few large pen and ink drawings on them, mostly of natural landscapes. Above the bed was a tapestry of a tarot card, ‘The High Priestess’. She had a full size bed in one corner, draped with a black duvet emblazoned with a red pentagram. The whole room smelled lightly of incense.

There was a low dresser with a large mirror against the opposing wall surrounded by polaroids. On the surface of the dresser there was a tarnished brass bowl full of pieces of jewelry, hair ties, and some back lipstick. Next to the bowl sat a hitachi vibrator, four metal buttplugs, which were arranged by size, and two dildos, one smaller and one larger, both of which were suction cupped to the dresser. There was an empty space where a butt plug was missing between the third and fifth. The fifth was almost two inches wide and looked like a beehive, segmented by rounded rings. She’s wearing something almost this big right now, I thought, an erection growing in my underwear. There was also a black leather collar with a metal ring in its center, and a chain which had clamps at either end. Nipple clamps, I thought. The dresser must have had twelve drawers in it and I could only imagine what else she was hiding in there.

One of her drawers was halfway open and overflowing with underwear of all kinds. I didn’t see a single bra anywhere, however. A pair of white panties sat on the floor in the middle of the room. I paused a moment, looking at them. They were the ones she had been wearing the night before. I bent over and picked them up. They weren’t covered in dry cum, but had obviously been wet. Did she actually suck my cum off of her used panties? My erection dug into my zipper.

Next to her bed there was a nightstand, which had a lamp on it, and beside that a shorter, square table covered in a cloth with a pentagram on it. ataköy escort In the corners of the table were red stick candles which had pools of melted wax around their bases. On the cloth were a few crystals and small animal bones, a few rings, and small dried flowers. It was like some kind of altar. I decided not to touch anything else for fear of making her angry. Not that I feared punishment, but I wanted her to be happy with me. The need to please her was greater than anything else.

I also noticed that there were plants everywhere. Some kind of ivy in a pot hung from the ceiling, its long tendrils drooping almost to the floor. Another sat on the dresser, sprawling across its surface and draping over the edges. There were five or ten small potted succulents around the room as well. Next to the dresser on the floor was a three-foot tall avocado tree which had a ripe-looking fruit hanging from it. They all looked well taken care of and healthy.

I realized I had been in the room for too long. Not wanting to arouse suspicion from her roommates, I dug into my pocket and pulled out the condom. It was warm from the heat of my leg. I laid it gently on her bed, right in the center of the pentagram. An offering for the witch, I thought. I was completely erect in my pants. My cock didn’t ache like it usually did if I got hard after cumming. I felt just as ready to go as I had been the night before, after days without ejaculating. It was completely unprecedented. I absolutely had to have more of this girl.

I walked home without going soft. When I got back I texted her simply “done.” She didn’t text me back. I was up until midnight that night, checking my phone every few minutes while working on a paper. I didn’t cum again, but was erect most of the night. Teasing myself while thinking about what Gemma might do when she got home. Eventually I passed out on the couch, my prick still in my hand.

I woke up to a text from her. Sent at 2:08 AM. It read, simply, “You’re a very good boy for doing as I told you 🙂 Thank you for the sweet present. See you tomorrow 🙂 :)” Attached was a picture. It was a closeup of her pussy, with the full condom, still sealed, resting on her vulva. I groaned aloud.

It was a Friday, one of my long days. I didn’t have time to masturbate before heading to campus and was busy all day long. I was in a daze everywhere I went, too distracted to think, but too busy to leave class and relieve myself like I had the day before. I went to the bar in a cloud. I couldn’t stop thinking about Gemma, her pussy, and my cum. I walked home around 11, counting my tips from the night. I ran up the stairs, pulled my half-hard dick out of my pants and started stroking it. I was looking at the photo she had sent me from the library, wondering how it must feel to be that buttplug. I hadn’t heard from her all day. I looked down at my cock. I think it’s my turn to drive her crazy. I squeezed it, milking a bead of precum out. Then I took a picture of it, forcing the perspective a little so it looked good and thick.

I opened our text thread and started typing. “What are you doing right now?”

It took her fifteen seconds to respond. “Library again. You?”

I sent the photo. Normally I’m not the type to send dick pics, especially without warning, but because sending photos of ourselves was already such a big part of whatever this was, it seemed like exactly the right thing to do. “Just thinking about your ass. Are you wearing one of your buttplugs right now?”

There was almost a minute of silence. She responded. “Oh my god, look at you. I want to feel you at the back of my throat, ugh.” another message appeared, “I am 🙂 I brought the big one with me to campus and I just put it in an hour ago. Just getting ready for that thick cock of yours ;)”

The roles felt like they had been reversed. I was in charge now. I had to roll with it. I started typing. “That’s a good girl. I can’t wait to stretch you out tomorrow.”

She responded without hesitation once again. “Ohh my god you have to stopp. I’m getting turned on and there are randos in here.”

I smiled. It felt good to have control after subbing so intensely for her. It meant she wasn’t invulnerable. I wasn’t sure how long it would last, she definitely seemed like the more dominant one and I didn’t think I would be able to resist submitting to her if she wanted it that way. But for now I had her. “Oh, you don’t want me to bend you over and fuck your ass in front of them? I think they’d like watching me fuck you until your eyes roll back.”

“Ughhh. I’m so wet right now, it’s gonna soak through my pants if you don’t stop.”

I disregarded her completely. “I want you to bring your collar, your nipple clamps, and that buttplug with you when you come over here tomorrow, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir :)” She responded.

My smile broadened. “I’m going to fuck you until you act like a good little slut for me.”

I stroked my cock while I waited for her response. A picture appeared. It was her, holding her shirt up, revealing her tits. She was pinching one of her nipples and tugging at it. She had a coy smile on her face. I could very obviously see people around her in the background. “I’m already a good slut, Sir 🙂 🙂 :)”

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