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SWİNGER OLMADAN ARTIK SEX YAPMIYORUZ! (Alinti)SWİNGER OLMADAN ARTIK SEX YAPMIYORUZ!İlk önce kim ne derse desin swinger sex hikayeleri delisi biri olarak eş değiştirmeli olmayan ilişkilerden zevk almıyorum, bana çok sıradan geliyor o yüzden karımla sikişirken yatağımızda bir çift daha olmadan orgazm olmakta zorlanıyoruz. En kötü eğer o gün çok fazla azmışsak ve sikişeceksek kesinlikle ya öncesinde bir swinger porno hikayesi okuruz yada direkt olarak sikiş sırasında swinger porno açıp onu izleyerek sikişiriz. Zaten izlediğim videodaki kadına karım gözüyle bakarım ve karımın başka erkeklerle sikiştiğini hayal ederek o hayal eşliğinde orgazm olurum. Tahmin ediyorum ki karımda aynı şeyleri düşünüyordur çünkü oda beni başka kadınlarla sikişirken görmekten çok zevk alır. Konumuza direkt olarak girerek yaşananlardan söz etmek istiyorum izninizle.Kenan bey ve Mürvet hanımla bir hafta öncesinden swinger sex için sözleştik. Genelde ayda bir defa karımla swinger ilişkiye gireriz ama bu hafta ne karım nede ben sex’e doymuştuk o yüzden daha ayın bitmesine bir hafta falan kala ikinci swinger sex partimizi düzenlemiştik. Bu tür eş değiştirmeli sex gecelerini düzenlemeden önce çevremde benim gibi karısını siktiren ve karşılığında da karımı sikecek arkadaşları ararım, bu işler nasıldır bilirsiniz. Pek bulunması kolay olmadığı için şuan ki çevremi yapana kadar aradan üç yıl kadar geçti gerçi. Her neyse bu defa Kenan bey ve Mürvet hanımı çevremden değilde swinger seks yaptığımız bir çift tavsiye etmişti. Güvenilir ve hijyen sorunu yaşamadan ilikiye girebileceğimizi söylerek telefon numaralarını verdiler ve görüşme ardından bir hafta sonrasına hafta sonu sözleştik.Karımla ben her çift için farklı gece kıyafetleri alırız, yani karıma gecelik ve elbise alırız. Genelde internet üzerinden sipariş geçeriz ama o gün alışverişe çıkmışken alalım diyerekten bir kaç mağaza gezdik. Karıma yandan yırmaçlı dar bir elbise ile iki parçadan oluşan süper mini bir gecelik aldık. Geceliğin üst kısmının göğüs bölümleri dantel işlemeliydi ve içini gösteren türdendi. Alt kısım ise oldukça mini bir etekti, oda amının üzerinde aynı üst geceliğindeki gibi dantel işlemelere sahipti. Elbise ise o kadar dardı ki karımın vücudunu ortaya çıkarıyordu. Mağazada elbiseyi satın almadan önce üzerine giydiğinde elbiseyi bize getiren adam bile karıma hayran hayran bakmıştı, o an karım bana kaş göz işreti yapsada yanından ayrılmadım. Aslında amacı beni gönderip mağazadaki adamla kabinde sikişmekti ama riskli olduğu için izin vermedim. Karımın gözü mağazadaki adamda, adamın gözüde karımda kalsada oradan sadece alışverişimizi yapıp çıktık.O gün alışverişe çıkarken ki pantolonuda yanında geçen her erkeğin dönüp tekrar bakmasına neden olacak kadar dar ve yırtık pırtıktı. Abarttığımı zannedeceksiniz ama geçenlerde inanın sokakta karımla beraber yürürken adamın teki yanıma yaklaşarak fiyat sordu. Önce ne dediğini anlamadım, ben anlamayınca adamda üstelemdi fakat sonra anladım ki karımı fahişe zannetmişti. Bunları anlatıyorum ki karımın ne kadar alımlı, çekici bir kadın olduğunu az çok anlayın diye. Karımı tanımadan okuyacağınız porno hikayeninde bir tadı olmaz diye düşünerek en ince ayrıntısına kadar karımı sizlere tanıtmaya çalışıyorum. Uzun lafın kısası benim karım samimi söylüyorum sadece tek bir erkeğin elinde heba olacak bir kadın değil, o kadar güzel ve azgın bir kadınki hayatı boyunca sadece tek bir erkekle ilişkiye sex hikayeleri girmesini kesinlikle izin vermem. Cinsel acıdan hayatını yaşamayı hak eden birisidir.Tabi bu duruma ben evlendiğimizden bu yana olumlu gözle baktım. Evlenirkende zaten karımın cazibesinden dolayı bir çok erkeğin peşinden koşacağını bilerek evlendim. Nihayetinde şuan karımında isteği ile ayda bir defa swinger sex partimizi ihmal etmeyiz. Bu arada karımı tanıtayım derken asıl konumuz dağıldı gitti farkındayım. Elbiseleri aldıktan sonra yarım saat kadar bir yürüyüşün ardından eve vardık. Tabi bu yarım saatlik yürüyüş sırasında karımın cazibesi yanından geçtiği her erkeği etkiliyordu. Bu durumdan şahsen gurur duyuyorum. Eve geçtiğimizde yemeğimizi yedikten sonra aldıklarımız birde evde denedik. Sonrasında yatağa geçip yattık. Arada geçen olayları atlayarak Kenan bey ve Mürvet hanımla görüştüğümüz hafta sonuna geçmek istiyorum. Şuan öyle bir anda atlayıp geçtim ama o gün inanırmısınız hafta sonu gelmek bilmedi bizim için.Kenan bey ve Mürvet hanımla swinger seks fikrini ortaya atan arakdaşım daha öncesinde bu çiftin resimlerini karımla bana göstermişti. Benim karımdan güzel olmasın yalan yok Mürvet hanımda gerçekten mükemmel bir kadındı, zaten o yüzden ben bu ilişkiye balıklama atladım. Hafta sonu olduğunda karımla benim verdiğim adreste dördümüz bir araya geldik. Karım mağazada giydiği ve mağaza personelini kendine hayran bıraktığı elbiseyi giyeren buluşma yerine gitti. Zaten elbiseyi o gece için almıştık ama evde giydiğinde daha dikkatli baktığımda gerçekten karım için bile fazla bir elbiseydi çünkü yandan yırtmacı o kadar derindi ki hafif eğildiği zaman resmen iç çamaşırı görünüyordu. Tabi bundan şikayetçi değilim, karımın kendini teşhir etmesinden zevk alıyorum ama benim düşüncem karıma o elbise yüzünden saldıran olabilir yada laf atan olabilirdi. Efendi uslu izlemelerine birşey demem ama karıma benim yanımda laf atanla kavga çıkarmazsam rahat edemem birde böyle huyum vardır.Neyse elbisesi yüzünden o gece bir hadise çıkmadı ama buluşma yerine gittiğimizde lokantada bulunan müşterisinden tutunda çalışanlarına kadar hepsi karıma döndü döndü tekrar baktı, onlar her baktığında benimde sikim kalktı itiraf edeyim :). Neyse yemek için masaya oturduğumuzda daha önce hiç görüşmediğimiz, yeni tanıştığımız için önce onbeş yirmi dakika boyunca yeni tanışan çiftler ne konuşursa o tür sohbetler ettik. Onbeş dakikanın ardından ise önce yemek söylendi, ardından kahveler söylenecekken kahveyi evde içelim denildi ve ortamdan hesabı ödeyerek kalktık. Onları biz davet ettiğimiz için hesabı ödemekte bize düşerdi tabiki ama Kenan bey hesabı ödeme konusunda o kadar ısrarcıydıki cebimden tek kuruş bile çıkarttırmadı. Tanışma sırasında Kenan beyin doktor olduğunu öğrendim, karısınında öğretmen.Gayet efendi isanlardı ne yalan söyleyeyim şu ana kadar görüştüğümüz en iyi insanlardı diyebilirim hatta. Mekandan çıktıktan sonra arabalarımıza geçtik, önden biz arkadan Kenan bey ve Mürvet hanım eve doğru ilerlemeye başladık. Yemek için buluştuğumuz yer biraz uzak olduğu için yarım saat kadar süren yolculuğun ardından sonunda eve varmıştık. Eve girdiğimizde ben Kenan bey ve Mürvet hanıma “kahve mi içersiniz başka bir şey mi hazırlayalım” dedim. Kenan bey o sırada “ya çok afedersiniz, arabada bu gece için iki şişe şampanya almıştım getirmeyi unuttum, şampanya içeriz değil mi?, ben hemen gidip porno hikayeler alayım” diyerek tekrar dışarı çıktı. Aslında şampanyayla hiç aram yoktur ama Kenan beyin getirdiği şampanyalar inanın bana normal bir içki değildi. Daha ikinci kadehte sarhoş olduğumu şuna kadar hiç ama hiç hatırlamıyorum, o şampanya beni ikinci kadehte sallamıştı.Derken şampanyanın ilk şişesini bitirdikten sonra ortamda haliyle dahada ısınmaya başladı. Kenan bey bana “izin verirseniz karım üzerine rahat bir şeyler giysin” dedi, bende “tabiki nasıl isterseniz öyle davranın lütfen yabancılık çekmeyin” dedim. Mürvet hanım bu sözümden sonra yanında getirdiği geceliğini giymek üzere karşımızda soyunmaya başladı. Konuya birden giriş yapmaları beni o saniye tahrik etmişti. Karşımda üzerini çıkarması ve o bakımlı pürüzsüz vücudunu hiç çekinmeden sergilemesi şampanyanında etkisiyle birleşince beni bam başka bir adam yaptı diyebilirim. Mürvet hanım üzerindekileri çıkarmaya başlayınca bende karıma “hadi aşkım sende geceliğini giy istersen, rahat rahat oturalım” dedim. Karımda içeriden geceliğini getirerek Mürvet hanım gibi yanımızda soyunmaya başladı. Tıpkı benim Mürvet hanıma azgın gözlerle baktığım gibi Kenan beyde benim karıma yiyecek gibi bakıyordu.Beni Mürvet hanımın vücudundan daha çok Kenan beyin o bakışları daha fazla tahrik etmişti. Karımla Mürvet hanım geceliklerini giydikten sonra tekrar oturdular. Karım benim yakımında Mürvet hanımda kocasının yakınındaydı. Ben karıma “aşkım Kenan beyin yanına geçsene, yavaş yavaş başlayalım istersen” diyerek Kenan beyin yanına gitmesini söyledim. Ortamda dördümüzde sarhoş denilebilecek kadar alkol aldığımız için gayet rahat davranıyorduk. Öyleki karım ayağa kalktıktan sonra Kenan beyin yanına geçip oturmak yerine direkt gidip kucağına oturdu ve dudaklarına yapışarak karısının yanında Kenan beyi uzun uzun öptü. Hem ben hemde Mürvet hanım yüzümüzde ufak bir tebessümle olanları izliyorduk. Derken Mürvet hanımda “hadi o zaman” diyerek benim kucağına geldi ve karımın kocasını öptüğü gibi oda beni dudaklarımdan öpmeye başladı.Ardık o dakikanın ardından Kenan bey ve Mürvet hanımla swinger seks partimiz tam olarak başlamıştı. Mürvet hanımın dudaklarını dudaklarıma hissederken bir yandanda göz ucuyla karıma bakıyordum, onu izlemek beni dahada hırslandırıyordu. Mürvet hanımın dudaklarını emmeye başladığımda aynı zamanda elimide geceliğinden sokarak amının üzerine yerleştirdim. Amı o kadar dolgundu ki külotunu ip şekline getirip amının arasına yerleştirebiliyordum. Bunu karımla sikişirken onada yaparım, külotunu amının ve götünün arasına sokarak aşağı yukarı çekiştirip sikiş için hazırlarım, aynı şekilde Mürvet hanımada yaptım ve bir kaç dakika boyunca ıslanmasını sağladım. Ardından işaret parmağımı iç çamaşırının altında sokarak amının içine iteklemeye başladım. Parmağım içine girdiği anda dudaklarımdan dudaklarını çekerek yüzünü tavana döndürdü ve derin bir inleme ile “ooooohhh çok güzeeel” dedi.Ben koltukta sikişmeyi oldum olması sevmemişimdir, benim için geniş alan şart o yüzden Mürvet hanım inlemeye başladığında kucağıma aldığım gibi yatak odasına götürdüm. Giderken Kenan bey ve karımada “hadi sizde gelin, ben daha fazla koltukta işkence çekemeyeceğim” dedim. Yatak odasına girdiğimizde Mürvet hanımı yatağa atarak bacaklarının arasına başımı sokup iç çamaşırını yine aynı şekilde amının arasına yerleştirditen sonra dilimle erotik hikayeler bir aşağı bir yukarı amının üzerini yalamaya başladım. Dilim amına değdiği anda öyle inlemeye başlamıştı ki artık bende karımın inlemesini duymak istiyordum. Bir kaç saniye geçmeden sonunda karımda Kenan beyle beraber yatak odasına girdiler. Karıma tıpkı Mürvet hanımın yatağa uzandığı gibi uzanmasını söyledim ve Kenan beye de “oral sex seversiniz umarım, yani isterseniz sirek sikişmeyede başlayabilirsiniz” dedim.Kenan bey “yok yok yalamadan ve yalatmadan kesinlikle başlamam” diyerek karısının amını yaladığım gibi oda benim karımın amını yalamaya başladı. Karılarımız yatakta uzanmış tavana baygın baygın bakarken ve iniltiler arasında sürekli sikilmek istediklerini söylerken bizde Kenan beyle onların sırılsıklam olmuş amcıklarını yalamaya devam ettik. O ara fark ettimki Kenan beyde tıpkı benim gibi karısının sikilmesindan daha çok tahrik oluyordu çünkü ben sık sık göz ucuyla karımı izlerken oda aynı şekilde Mürvet hanımın amına, yüzüne bakıyordu. On dakika kadar karılarımızın amlarını yaladıktan sonra artık sikişmek için bacaklarının arasından çıktık. İkimizde ayakta yarraklarımızı elimize alıp birbirimizin karılarının amlarına doğru girmeye başladık. O karımı sikerken ben karıma bakıyordum ve onun karısının içine giriyordum, aynı şekilde ben Mürvet hanımı sikerken oda karımın içine giriyordu ama gözü karısındaydı.On dakikalık oral sex sonrasında ayakta sikişmeye başladık. Mürvet hanımın içine öyle sert abanıyordum ki bunun tek nedeni karımın iniltilerinin arasında sürekli “kocacığım bak karını nasıl sikiyorlar, bak amıma başka bir erkeğin yarrağı giriyor” gibi şeyler söylemesiydi. Karım nasıl tahrik olacağımı bildiği için bir saniye bile susmadan sürekli bu tür şeyler söylüyordu. Tabi bu söyledikleri sadece beni tahrik etmiyor Kenan beyide azdırıyordu çünkü ben Mürvet hanımın içine ne kadar sert giriyorsam Kenan beyde duyduklarından ötürü karımın içine inanın kelimenin tam anlamıyla hayvan gibi giriyordu. Ayakta sikerek önce benim karım sonrada Mürvet hanımı orgazm ettik. Alkol aldığımda benim boşalmam biraz uzun sürdüğü için Mürvet hanım ve karım orgazm olduktan sonra pozisyon değiştirerek karılarımızı yatakta domaltarak arkalarından yine ayakta girmeye başladık.İkinci pozisyonda artık orgazm olacağımı hissetmeye başlamıştım, zaten ben boşalmadan Mürvet hanım ikinci kez orgazm olmuştu o yüzden gönül rahatlıyığla boşalabilirdim. Mürvet hanımın ikinci orgazmından sonra amına daha sert girerek götünü tokatlamaya başladım ve çok geçmeden boşalmak üzere amından çıkıp götünün üzerine doğru boşalmaya başladım. İçinden çıktığımda Mürvet hanım yatağın üzerine uzandığı için hem götünün üzeri hemde beline, sırtına doğru komple boşalmıştım. Aynı şekilde Kenan beyde karımı bir süre daha sikip yatağın üzerine uzatarak götünün üzerine ve sırtına, saçlarına kadar çokça boşaldı. Benden kat kat daha fazla boşalmıştı. Resmen spermleriyle karımı yıkamıştı ama karımda az değildi yani, elini sırtına atarak Kenan beyin spermlerinin elinin üzeirne sürtüp sırtına, götüne ve elinin uzandığı her yerine sürttürüyordu.Sonrasında da elini sırtından çekerek elinin üzerindeki Kenan beyin spermlerini deliler gibi yalamaya başladı. Sadece bu ilişkiye özgü değil, karım genelde boşalttığı erkeklerin spermlerinin tadına bakmadan ilişkiyi bitirmez. Eğer ilişkiye girdiği erkekten çok hoşlandıysa ağzına bile boşaltır. Buna iki defa şahit oldum ve partnerini ağzına boşaltırken zevkten kendimden geçtim, büyük bir dikkatlede takip ettim. O gece şarap yüzünden ikinci bir ilişki yaşayamadık ama Doktor Kenan bey ve Mürvet öğretmen bizim bir gecelik değil devamlı swinger sex partimizin üyeleri olmuşlardı

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Author’s Note:

Greetings fellow lover of erotic fiction. This is my BDSM Fantasy.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. The places in this story are fictitious. The hotel in my mind is in Suburban Montreal, but you’ll never find it..

This is a work of fantasy. Time is compressed.

You’ll find depictions of various sex acts between consenting adults, both of whom are over eighteen. Most of the sex is decidedly NOT vanilla. In this story you will find descriptions of various BDSM acts between consenting adults over the age of eighteen. This includes Power Exchange, anal play, impact play, sensory deprivation, a bit of pain, toys and lots of penetration. If any of that bothers you, move on.

Please vote and leave a constructive comment or two.Enjoy!

One: Hotel Room

“You’re late.” He said as she entered the hotel room.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” she said, closing the door behind her. She started to kick off her shoes.

“No. Leave them on.” He said in a stern voice. “Did you dress as instructed?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She said, looking down at the floor, as if studying the tile pattern.

She started to raise the hem of her short skirt slowly to display that she did indeed wear stockings and garters. He stopped her, knowing that her meaty lips and her neatly trimmed brown pubic hair were above unhidden by panties.

“Mmm. Very good. A proper slut must dress like one. You don’t have to show me, pet. I know you follow my orders.” He said softly

She let the hem drop and shuddered a bit.

“What are you afraid of?” He asked, picking up the new leather collar from the table inside the door.

“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know how I will handle this. It’s all still so new.” She answered, her voice quivering. She shrugged out of her long winter coat.

He smiled, thinking of introducing discipline into her life.

“Trust in me and I will take you to new places. I will keep you safe. Do you remember your safe words?” He said softly.

“Yes Sir. Green for go, Yellow for slow down. Red for stop.” She replied.

“Very good, pet. Take off your skirt and t-shirt.” He demanded.

She unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it. She hesitated a second and flipped her shirt over her head.

“Bra.” He commanded. “Then your first Christmas Present.”

She undid the front closure and held the cups in place briefly. She released them and allowed her full breasts to settle on her chest. He attached the collar, the scent of new leather filling both their nostrils.

“Kneel.” He said.

She knelt before him with her naked ass resting on her heels, still looking down.

“Close your eyes and raise your head.” He said. “Clear your mind. The world outside of this room does not exist. It is me and you. Only. Your place is to submit, but first you must be free to do so. Breathe. Slowly. Relax your body and your mind. Yes. Are you ready to give yourself to me?”

She inhaled deeply, raising her breasts and lowering them with each breath.

“Yes, Sir. Please let me surrender to you. Please take my gift to you.” She said, the quiver in her voice was all but gone.

“Very good my pet. Open your eyes and look up.” He said.

She raised her large brown eyes slowly to meet his stern gaze. He held out his hand.

“Stand up.” He said. “Go to the bed and bend over it. I have another present for you for being such an obedient little slut.”

She moved slowly, deliberately to the bed. Her hips swaying. She heard him snap a glove onto his hand behind her. She shuddered again in anticipation of what he was planning.

She approached the neatly made bed and saw the brightly wrapped package on it. She bent over the bed and rested her forearms on it. Her breasts rubbing against the cool of the comforter. Her breathing was rapid and shallow.

“Relax, pet. Open the package.” He said.

The tag said: “To a naughty girl from Santa”. She fumbled a bit with the package but got it open. Inside was a butt plug, medium size in blue glass. It caught the light and flashed.

“Your reward for obedience, pet. Spread your ass cheeks while I lubricate this lovely toy.

As he covered the plug with lubricant, she reached back and spread her soft ass open, revealing her back passage. He had not taken her ass yet with his cock, but she’d had toys in it. This one was the next larger plug. He massaged her wrinkled brown hole with a slick finger. She gasped at the intrusion as she always did. That was his signal to invade her asshole with a finger. First knuckle. Second. All the way. He waited a second or two.

“Thank you, Sir. May I have more. May I give you my ass?” She whispered.

“Yes, pet” He said, pulling out his finger. He held the plug at her opening, and slowly pushed it in, feeling the resistance then relief as it passed through, and settled deep in her anus. “That’s a good little anal slut. You will keep that in until I tell you to remove it. bağcılar escort Do you understand?”

“Mmm. Yes, Sir” she answered in a throaty purr.

“Now. I think you need to be restrained. Fetch me the leather cuffs and spreader bars.” He said removing the glove and discarding it.

She retrieved the items from the bag near the bed. The scent of the heavy leather conjured memories of many previous play sessions for both. Time to add another.

She watched over her shoulder as he put the leather cuffs on her wrists and snugged them with her arms behind her back. He added the larger ones to her ankles, above her shoes, and attached the spreader bar. Finally, he reached in his pocket and produced a heavy leather blindfold.

“Another new toy, pet.” He said putting it on her. “Concentrate your attention on the smells, sounds, feelings and especially the taste.”

“Taste, Sir?” she inquired as she sat back on her heels. The spikes pressed gently into her fleshy bottom.

“The taste of my cock as I take your mouth.” He said firmly.

She shuddered again at his forcefulness.

“Yes Sir. Please may I pleasure your cock now?” she said.

He chuckled -softly. “Patience my pet. Soon enough, but first feel this.” He said.

He took a flogger from the bag and drew the suede tails gently across her back. She gasped and arched her back. He obliged and gave a soft swipe at her shoulders.

“Please sir. Flog my tits. I need to feel hot leather on my nipples.”

He drew his arm half-way back and slashed across both breasts, being sure to hit the tops, missing her nipples. The soft tails gave a gentle rub.

“Oh Sir. PLEASE!” she whined.

He took another slash, a little harder, rising from under her breasts, still missing her nipples.

“Don’t be demanding. Demanding girls do not get anything. What do you have to say for yourself?” He said sternly.

“I am sorry Sir. Please forgive me. I am all yours. Use me as you wish.” She said, head down.

“Very good.” He said, bringing the flogger sharply down on her now very erect nipples.

“Thank you, Sir.” She said softly, biting her lip.

He took off his suit coat and undid the cuff-links on his white shirt. He rolled up the sleeve, exposing tanned, powerful forearms. He removed his tie, and opened four buttons on his shirt, revealing a hairy chest, with the brown hair going to grey.

“Stay there.” He said.

He stepped away from the bed. She heard the “snap” as he broke the seal on what she knew was a bottle of whisky. She heard the “shuffle tap” as he moved the glasses close. And “Glug glug glug. Pause. Glug glug glug.” As he poured two.

She heard him take a sip.

“Mmm.” He said. “You’ll like that. But after.” He set the glass down with a soft “Clunk”

“Now pet, are you going to be good while you suck my cock?” He asked, stinging her nipples again.

“Oh! Yes Sir! Please, let me take your cock in my mouth and service you.” She answered, voice shaking a bit.

He undid his zipper and reached his hand into his fly. He produced his hardening cock and left it hanging. She struggled against her bonds.

“No, pet. All mouth, no hands. You just stay trussed up like that. I may help you a bit. Now, come and get it.” He stood a few feet away from her, hands on his hips, cock rising. She shuffled closer on her knees, moving towards the sound of his voice. She reached him, hitting her forehead on his pant leg. She tried to put his cock in her mouth using her tongue but she had difficulty catching it. He teased her mercilessly by pulling it back from her. He finally relented, and she caught his meat with her nose and slid down to take him in her mouth.

She thought to tease the head a little before taking him all the way in, but he clipped a chain to the link on her collar, and pulled her forcefully towards him, sinking his cock in her mouth.

“Just remember, I tease you.” He said sternly. He slackened the chain a little to allow movement. She greedily consumed his meat, working his way down until her tongue could reach his taught balls.

“Very good, pet.” He said, bringing the flogger down sharply on her shapely buttocks.

“Mfph!” She muffled a scream as he flogged her a second time, a little harder. He drew the tails softly up her back from her ass to her shoulders, lingering between her shoulder blades, knowing she liked to be flogged there.

She swallowed him as deeply as she could, straining to reach his balls. She slowly pulled back, holding his head in her lips, his shaft slick with saliva. She ran her tongue under the rim of his cock head. He brought the flogger down on her back again. She gasped and swallowed him. She worked the full length of his cock, fucking him with her mouth. He rationed the flogger, knowing she wanted more whipping and would give more to get it.

Finally, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off his cock.

“Such a good little cocksucker. You have bahçelievler escort shown what a dedicated slut you are. Now, your reward is to decide something. When I punish your ass, do you want a flogger, a crop or an open-handed spanking?”

“I want whatever would please you the most Sir.” She answered.

He smiled. Success! “What would please me the most is whichever will make your sweet little cunt the wettest for when I fuck you. I like to hear your pussy juice sloshing around while I plunge my dick in and out. So, pick your painful pleasure my pet. How do you want to be punished?”

“An open-handed spanking will make me very wet Sir. I love the sound of you hand clapping on my ass. Please, spank me Sir” she said.

“Excellent. Open hand on your ass then. You’ll get the flogger on your back. And the crop? Let’s make the crop a final reward for doing your whorish best. But first, let me help you to your feet.” He said, lifting her under an arm until she stood before him. He pulled her close by the collar and raised her chin. The scent of the leather mask caught his nostrils. He kissed her hard, probing her mouth with his tongue. He slowly pulled his tongue out and gently bit her lip.

“Now pet, I know how you love to have those delicious nipples tortured. Are you prepared? Do you think you can handle the pleasure?” He said, pinching a tender nipple to emphasize his words.

She gasped

“Yes Sir, please. I love it when you give your attention to my tits. Pull them, bite them, pinch them. They are all yours.” She said, raising her head, despite the blindfold, straining against the leather to see his approval.

The sharp clink of the chain told her that he already had the nipple clips in hand. But which ones? Her question was answered by the sharp bite of a clover clamp on her left nipple.

“Ah! Yessss!” She hissed as he let the chain and the other clamp drop, tapping gently against her soft stomach. She moaned from the pleasure of the pain.

.

“Ah! Thank you, Sir. Oh! The pain is exquisite! Please, please the other one, Sir. I need it so badly!” She stopped begging, and sat silently, straining to hear any indication of his next move.

He chuckled softly at her predicament. She felt a pull on her captive nipple as he took up the chain. He rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged at it gently.

“Oh yes. Please, Sir?” She asked.

She felt the clamp bite into the soft flesh as he suddenly let go of it. Before she could thank him, he pulled on the middle of the chain, bringing her closer to him. His free hand took hold of her throat as he kissed her hard, prying open her lips with his tongue and exploring her mouth. She struggled against her bindings, desperate to embrace her Master, hold him tight, and never release him. He broke the kiss, but held her throat, squeezing slightly before releasing her. He redid the the buttons on his shirt, chuckling.

“Now pet, I’m going to place this pillow under your knees.” He said, sliding a pillow off the bed. “And, one for your head. You’re going to need them. You’re going to be here a while. Oh, just half-an-hour, maybe forty-five minutes. I’m going downstairs for a drink. But don’t worry, you won’t be alone. I will be deep inside your dripping wet quim.” He chuckled. “Another resent, this one for very naughty girls.”

She could hear a package being opened, followed by a hum on and off, and the wet sound that she knew to be lubricant. The cold slickness at the opening to her pussy made her jump, then sigh with relief as something was inserted. It was smaller than a cock, but heavier than it should have been for its size.

“That’s a remote-controlled toy. All I have to do is touch my phone.” He paused to adjust a setting on the phone screen. The toy screamed to life at full power. He showed it to a low hum. “I will be able to control this from anywhere.” He said, cycling the power up then back down for effect.

“Please Sir. Don’t leave me.” She said, then, almost whispering she added, “Green.”

“Very good pet.” He said as he walked to the door. She heard the series of clicks and clacks as the door was opened and closed. In the silence, she strained to hear any sound that would indicate that he hadn’t left after all. But there was nothing. No breath. No rustle of fabric. All she could hear was the faint sound of the radio. Eartha Kitt was promising Santa Baby unspoken delights if he would just come through with some presents. It made her think of the present she would soon give Sir.

***

Two: The Hotel Bar

He exited the elevator into the hotel lobby. He checked his phone, and gave the control a nudge, putting the toy on its lowest setting. He pocketed the phone and entered the bar, sitting on an isolated stool away from other patrons. On the Television, there was a Hockey game in progress. He glanced at it without much interest. The barmaid appeared.

“What’s your pleasure Sir?” asked şirinevler escort the pretty young Blonde. She wore a red silk blouse that exposed a healthy expanse of cleavage. That reminded him of his phone. He increased the power a bit as he replied.

“Laphroaig neat, water back, please.” He said.

The barmaid turned showing a tight black miniskirt stretched over a shapely ass. As she bent to retrieve a glass, he could clearly see stocking tops. He increased power a bit more.

The Barmaid brought the drink and was called away by a group that appeared at the other end of the bar. He glanced at the hockey game just in time to see his team score a spectacular goal. In celebration he ramped up the controller to full power. Th Bar erupted into a loud cheer at the goal. *Lots of fans here* He thought, looking around. A framed, signed jersey from a legendary captain of the team from his youth was on the wall beside him. He smiled and shut the toy off.

He sipped his Scotch and watched the game. After a few minutes he reached over intending to turn the toy back on, at the middle of its range. He paused a few seconds, and his mind. He had a much better idea. He pocketed his phone again while finishing his drink. He signalled the barmaid over, paid her, checked the time and left the bar.

He stepped out through the main doors into the night. It had turned mild and the snow was melting, but it gave a damp feeling to the parking lot. He strolled to his car, got in and started it. He revved the engine, feeling the power though the steering wheel, the shifter and the seat. The vibration reminded him of his little pet waiting bound and blindfolded upstairs.

He checked his watch. It had been ten minutes since he left the bar; say twenty-five minutes since he left her. He smiled as he slipped the car into first gear and pulled out of the parking spot.

He drove around the block, then remembered seeing an all-night grocery store, He drove there, parked and quickly returned to his car with his purchase. Before he left the parking lot he took out his phone, bumped the controller to full power for a count of four then shut it down again and put the car in gear.

He drove back to the hotel, smiling.

He parked the car in the same spot he’d left and walked purposefully into the hotel lobby. He glanced through the open door of the Bar but decided to go back to the room. First, he opened his app and turned on the toy at its lowest setting. He pressed the elevator button. When the door opened, he turned it up to full power, knowing that he would lose his signal as soon as the doors closed.

Three: Alone in the Room

Eartha Kitt got her thinking of how much she wanted his cock inside her. The music changed. “All I want for Christmas is You” came on the radio. She reflected on the fact that artist was on her “I’d switch teams for her” list and wondered what it would be like to share Him with the voluptuous singer. She struggled to free a hand to get to her dripping slit when she felt the toy come alive inside her.

“Mmm.” She moaned softly to the quiet room, letting the toy take her.

By the end of the song, she had become accustomed to the vibrations, accepting them as a nice diversion. “The Twelve Days of Christmas” came on.

“Nothing sexy there. She said aloud, just as the vibration increased in intensity. “Oh!” She cried out as the vibrations hit her. The song barely got to “Three French Hens” when the vibration ramped up a bit. “Ahh!” She moaned.

At “Six Geese A-laying” the toy suddenly jumped to its most intense setting, taking her breath away, and eliciting a loud gasp.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck OH FUCK!” she cried out as the orgasm washed over her. She was shuddering as the toy suddenly stopped altogether.

She was able to catch her breath and compose herself. The long song played itself out. An over-long set of commercials assaulted her ears. The DJ came on, announcing his departure for the evening, and reminding his listeners that it was only one week until Christmas. She braced herself for whatever He had in mind. Her mind wandered as she began thinking of the things he could do to her with the toy, and more importantly on his return. She pictured his cock sliding into her wet cunt, filling her with his flesh, joining them, He would no doubt grab her throat again. She loved him being forceful. Perhaps he would bend her over the desk to fuck her ass. The thought of a thorough buggering made her drool.

“Where is he?” She said out loud. An instrumental played softly on the radio. Manheim Steamroller? The Trans-Siberian Orchestra? She wasn’t sure. Why isn’t he playing with my pussy? She wondered.

A commercial for snow tires came on the radio and she let her mind wander to what might lie ahead.

“I wonder if he will really flog me?” she said to the empty room. I love it and he knows that, but would he hold back on a punishment I crave? That would be the ultimate wouldn’t it? “

She thought: *I wonder if he’ll fuck my ass and my pussy. I wonder if I can suck him again. GOD! If I could only reach my cunt. I just want to tough my clit. Just touch it and that will be all. I would restrain myself. I wouldn’t say, drive two fingers deep inside and fuck myself while I rub my button. No, that would be wrong. But maybe he’d spank me. Oh, that would get me so wet! Please Sir, just warm up my ass? *

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I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t getting promoted at work. Don’t get me wrong. I make a damn good living. But it just seemed that I was always following orders and not giving them. I have always done the right thing. If my boss told me to do something I did it. But other guys, ones that argued with the boss, ended up getting promoted before me.

It didn’t make sense to me, but it looked like the way to get ahead was to be a difficult employee. My wife said it was the same where she works. The ones who did a good job and did what they were told would be considered for promotion but never got beyond an initial interview.

I knew we both had leadership qualities and one day our bosses would see that. Until then we’d just keep doing what we were supposed to and wait for our day to come.

Recently we had some new neighbors move into the house next door. Priscilla and I went next door yesterday to welcome our new neighbors. We took along a basket of goodies, some wine, and information on local sites and activities. Just being good neighbors and welcoming the newcomers like you should.

We introduced ourselves to Kim, a beautiful Eurasian woman, who met us at the door. She looked so young it was hard to imagine she was married and not in school. Kim was wearing an off-white dress that didn’t conceal her dark and very large aureoles. Her nipples appeared hard and distended. Her face was flushed and damp looking. I hoped we hadn’t caught them at a bad time.

However, she seemed very happy to see us and invited us in to meet her husband. We walked through the house to the family room where her husband was looking out the sliding glass door.

“General, we have guests.” I was surprised that Kim called her husband by a military title and not his name. He just stood there, not moving. The shorts he was wearing allowed him to display a tanned body, rippling with muscles. Not like a body builders’ muscles for show, but muscles hard from work.

He turned around and his eyes instantly bored into mine. He had such a commanding presence I immediately understood why Kim called him General. I had the nervous feeling of a mere mortal meeting a God. Kim touched my arm and said, “General, this is Tom.” His eyes quickly scanned me from head to toe. With a look of contempt he dismissed me and turned his attention to my wife.

Kim then took Priscilla by the hand. She smiled slightly and her eyes glinted as she said, “General, this is Priscilla.”

The General’s eyes coursed slowly over Priscilla. I felt fındıkzade escort as though he was seeing right through her clothes to the body underneath. As his eyes moved over her body and came to her hips I saw a dark scowl come over his face. He pointed at my wife’s hips and said, “Pants!”

No one moved or spoke for several heartbeats then he said, “Ten lashes!”

I heard Priscilla’s sharp intake of breath. I was afraid to turn and look at her so I just looked from the corner of my eyes. I could see she was afraid. Her nostrils were flared and her breast rose and fell quickly with each panic stricken breath.

Kim giggled as she reached out and started unfastening my wife’s pants. “The General doesn’t approve of women in pants.”

“Stop it.” Priscilla was only able to whisper, but the General heard her.

“Twenty lashes!”

Kim knelt down and pulled my wife’s pants off of her. Priscilla just stood there and made no move to stop her. My own breath was rasping in my throat as I fought to think of what I could do to get us out of this horrible situation.

My wife was standing there beginning to cry as the General said, “Get her ready.”

“Yes sir, General.” Kim was giggling as she spoke. She quickly moved in front of Priscilla and started to remove her blouse.

Without thinking I blurted out, “Hey! You can’t do that.”

The General glared at me and rumbled, “Twenty lashes for the prick, too.”

Kim started laughing out loud now. She looked at me with a smile, daring me to speak as she removed my wife’s bra and then her panties. I was trembling in shame at my inability to step forward and protect my wife from these crazy people.

Priscilla tried to cover herself with her hands. The General’s scowl deepened and she dropped her hands to her sides. Kim took her arm and led her from the room.

The General stood glaring at me for a couple of minutes and then left me standing as he went into the room where Kim had taken my wife.

I could hear my wife whimpering and pleading, but I was afraid to move from where the General had left me. Then I heard a loud smack of leather against flesh and Priscilla screamed. I stood stock still, cringing inside, and wondering why I wasn’t stopping this madness.

Then there was another loud smack and then one blow quickly followed by another. I flinched with each slap of leather against flesh. I knew my wife was being beaten and I couldn’t seem to move to aksaray escort protect her.

Silence. I hadn’t counted but I assumed the beating must be over. For a minute I was thankful, then remembered the General had said I was to get twenty lashes too. I don’t know why I didn’t run, but remembering the look in the General’s eyes kept me rooted to the spot.

The sounds of fucking came from the room and I marveled that Kim and the General were making love while my wife was in the room with them. Both of them were yelling how good it was and encouraging each other.

I thought I heard other sounds, like someone else was moaning and grunting. I almost fell down when I realized that my wife was being fucked. She was the one that Kim and the General were yelling about. It seemed to go on forever, but when it stopped it felt like it had only been a few seconds.

Everything was quite.

As nothing happened I was getting more and more nervous. Sweat was dripping off me. I was about to start crying when Priscilla came out of the torture room.

She walked up to me unsteadily and took my hand. “They’re ready for you now.” she whispered. My legs turned to rubber as she started unbuttoning my shirt.

“Oh, please don’t.” I moaned. She softly stroked my cheek with the back of her hand. She finished with my shirt and pulled it off me. Then she removed my pants. Once I was naked she led me to the room where I knew I was going to get beaten. I was shaking with fear, but I didn’t resist.

When I walked into the room I was startled at seeing Kim and the General were both naked. I couldn’t imagine why they hadn’t dressed after using my wife. Kim’s beautiful body was glistening and her face was filled with lust. I looked at the General and my eyes were drawn to the largest cock I’ve ever seen. He looked as big as a horse. My wife calmly walked over to the General and knelt in front of him. Her face actually brushed against his massive cock as she looked up at him and announced I was ready for my punishment.

Kim sat down on the side of the bed and ordered me to come to her. She spread he legs and pulled me down to my knees. She grabbed my head and pulled me in to her pussy. I could smell an overpowering odor of female sex. I could see a faint trace of lipstick and knew my wife had been in this same position.

As I was distracted by the nearness of the cunt awaiting my tongue I was struck by a thousand bee stings in my ass. I screamed at eyüp escort the suddenness and ferocity of the attack. Before I could recover there was another burning lash to my ass. My second scream was muffled as Kim rammed my face against her pussy. With each blow my face banged against Kim and I screamed into her cunt.

I could hear Kim’s shouts of pleasure each time the whip left a trail of welts across my burning ass. Just when I thought I would pass out from the pain, the beating stopped. Tears were running down my face adding to the wetness of Kim’s pussy.

I started to relax, as I knew the beating was finally over, when I felt another attack. This one not only burned but it also stabbed into my depths. The General had rammed his monster cock into my asshole. I felt myself being split in two as he forced his cock deeper and deeper in me. I felt his pubic hairs grind against my burning ass cheeks and I knew he couldn’t go any deeper. Then he started immediately withdrawing from me.

I groaned in relief as his cock was about to exit my ripped asshole. Another scream was torn from me as he drove all the way in me again. I screamed again and again as he rhythmically fucked my ass.

Now I knew what the sounds I had heard earlier had been. The General and Kim were yelling how good it was and encouraging each other. And I was the one moaning and grunting as the General fucked my ass and my face was buried in Kim’s pussy.

I don’t know how I was able to withstand the pain and humiliation, but in a way I was proud that I had withstood their ravaging attack. I didn’t understand it, but I felt a sense of release when I felt the General empty his load of cum deep in my ass.

Then my wife giggled and pointed at the floor in front of me. I looked down and felt my face burn in shame as I saw a puddle of cum the on the floor. My cum.

Kim and Priscilla helped me up. They helped me to walk out of that horror chamber. My wife was holding me as Kim gathered up our clothes. She handed them to us and started leading us to the door.

She didn’t even allow us to get dressed as she pushed us out of the house. “Come back tomorrow at 10:00.”, she ordered as she closed the door.

I tried to hurry Priscilla home so none of the neighbors would witness our shame. I think we made it into the house without being seen.

As soon as we got indoors I lay down on the floor and tried to curl into a ball. Priscilla lay down with me and we gently held each other.

This morning I had to laugh to think that that crazy woman was expecting us to come back for more abuse today.

Priscilla just came in the room and smiled at me. “It’s time.” she said. I’m already shaking as I see she has on another pair of pants.

I can’t seem to help myself as we leave the house and go next door.

Kim smiles as she opens the door to us.

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The library was fairly calm, a few scattered students and book worms here and there. I carried my laptop to a rather secluded corner, only rarely getting a visitor looking for an old newspaper or magazine. I checked my phone, saw that Daddy had not texted me back yet, and opened up my tumblr, scrolling randomly.

Of course there were naughty pictures galore on my screen, and every now and then I looked up to check and see that no one could see my screen. My face was flushed and my panties were beginning to soak through to my skirt. I adjusted myself so that, should my juices dribble out, they would hit the seat instead. My phone suddenly vibrated, and I opened a text from Daddy.

-What are you doing, little girl?

I giggled to myself and blushed as I typed my response.

~looking at naughty things at the library, Daddy!

-Is it making your kitty wet, little girl?

I blushed brightly, wiggling in the seat and feeling my wetness actually pooling under myself.

~yes sir, it is…

There was no immediate response, so I went back to my screen, staring at pictures of girls being tied up, gagged, and played with in ways that I envied. I couldn’t help it, I have to feel the coolness of the chair against my wet snatch, so I sneakily took my soaking panties off and stuffed them in my purse, fatih escort shivering as my pussy touched the coolness of the wood. My phone buzzed again.

-Knowing my naughty girl, your panties are already off. I want you to spread your legs and lift your skirt so that anyone looking under the table would see it.

I gasped out loud, quickly covering my mouth and looking around to see that I didn’t attract any attention. I sighed when I realized that no one was stirring. I blushed red as a tomato and slowly drew my skirt up and over my knees, spreading my legs while I do so. I shakily type up my response.

~i did it Daddy…

-Good girl. Now I want you to trace a finger over your clit slowly. Understand?

~yes Daddy…

I looked around again, making sure I was completely alone, and slowly lowered my hand so that it was touching my wet crotch. My index finger poked gently until it hit my clit, and I slowly, teasingly, circled it around my clitoris. I stifled a gasp, biting the inside of my cheek, as I felt great pleasure surge through me. Another buzz.

-Good good girl. I bet it feels good doesn’t it? I bet the thought of getting caught it making you much much wetter.

He was right, of course. I could barely get any friction on my çapa escort clit because I was so wet. I continued to read his text.

-Now, I want to insert a finger inside. Go very slowly, but deep enough to hit your g-spot each time. Do NOT cum, young lady.

I whimpered quietly to myself, responded with a yes sir, and reached down to insert my middle finger into me, slowly pushing it in until I hit my g-spot. As my finger grazed that wonderful spot my legs shook, and I had to bite my lips hard to not make a sound. I worked that finger slowly in and out, for what felt like forever, my legs shaking with each swipe of my spot. Another buzz.

-Now, I want you to look up and find someone. Stare at them. Watch them. If they look to you, look away, but you must look back to them as soon as you can. Don’t stop touching yourself. Do this for two minutes, then cum. Keep going slow and deep, little girl.

My eyes went wide as I read that text, but knew he would somehow know if I did not do as he asked, so I braced myself and looked around until I could find someone to look at. There, almost on the other side of the library, was a girl. She was probably my age, and so incredibly beautiful that my heart stopped. It made it that much easier to stare at her and touch myself. güngören escort I almost wanted her to catch me looking at her and cumming. What would she think?

I felt my orgasm building and rising, my legs shaking more and more, my had gripping the edge of the table. Another buzz.

-Cum. NOW.

Oh, how I came. I shook and vibrated, trying to take even deep breaths as I could feel myself pussy spasm around my finger. Without warning, I squirted, moving my hand out of the way just in time so it shot under the table and on the floor instead of all over my chair. I sunk my head slowly to the table, trying to catch my breath. Once I gathered my wits, I looked up, happening to lock eyes with the beautiful girl. She was staring wide eyed at me, a grin on her face and blush on her cheeks. Oh god, she saw me cum.

“Looks like you put on a show for someone, little one,” said a hot voice in my ear. I twirled and saw Daddy standing right behind me.

“Daddy!” I loudly whispered. He just smiled and leaned forward, kissing my forehead.

“You were such a good girl, princess.” His words made my anxiety ease and my lust grow. I felt so proud of myself.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Lets get you home so we can take care of that wet kitty,” he breathed in my ear. I looked across the floor to the girl, noticing her hand rubbing herself through her leggings. I smiled and searched through my bag for some paper, scribbled something down, and smiled up at Daddy.

“Let me give that girl my number first, please. She needs her kitty taken care of too!” Daddy just smiled.

“Okay baby. You needed a playdate soon anyway.”

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For the grand tour, Pat fastened Margot’s hands and attached a leash to her collar, but removed her ball gag for now.

“You show interest in becoming a well-behaved and obedient slave, submissive to the needs of your Master. You body yearns for the whip and for the submission of kneeling abjectly before him, willing and eager to perform any duty or indignity on his behalf. In your case I approve of this decision, but still it is an important one that should never be taken lightly or in any sort of haste. You need to know exactly what sort of fate you might find yourself in, and in this instance it might be for the best to see some of the worst than can befall you. The Master you choose might not be as considerate of your interests and well-being as he ought to be, so let me show you a few more extreme examples of what your Master or Mistress might consider as playtime fun.

The tour began with a quick view of some of the more private rooms. Submissives, both female and male, were strung up, tied or bound for various enjoyments of pain or pleasure, often both. Slaves were often in sexual use by multiple partners, often while tied in helpless positions.

The next stop was the master bathroom, but I stayed outside. I knew Pat’s personal favorite kink, watersports, pretty well. She had far better uses for her urine than pissing it away into a toilet bowl, and was fortunate to have several slaves that enjoyed being on her receiving end. Undoubtedly Pat was going to demonstrate this, including how she liked to be cleaned off afterwards. Educational, but not on my list of things that I would have subjected Margot to… at least not yet. They were in there nearly forever, so I guess Margot needed much more Kegel instruction.

As the tour now moved downstairs into the big cellar playroom, more serious fetishes and sado-masochistic inclinations were openly indulged, sometimes quite a bit beyond my personal tastes and preferences. Pat brought her charge to a corner of the dungeon designed and outfitted in the medieval theme, perfectly equipped for any modern day Spanish Inquisition, and bid her to kneel and remain silent.

Another nude submissive, a near middle-aged woman in her mid-forties, was already kneeling and waiting for Pat and when she arrived. The slave kow-towed to her with head against the stone floor in abject submission.

“Rise slave! Please explain to me once again, and to this young lady who wishes to possibly submit herself into slave servitude, exactly why you wish to make the permanent and irrevocable act of being branded as one of my personal slaves! You have a home of your own and I’d prefer not to place my most intimate and special marking on anyone who has not made the permanent commitment to serve my every personal need on a daily basis. Explain!” And her abject slave most certainly did.

Like Margot, ‘Slave Ruth’ had come from a wealthy family with every advantage in life. Currently she was a senior executive for a national clothing corporation where she ruled hundreds of employees (and her wimp husband) with an iron fist. For her mental sanity she needed to know, and be able to feel with the idle caress of their hand, that someone stood over her and could make her obey. Thus in balance she could be firmly in charge for most of her life, but she knew that she was also firmly in permanent submission to someone else. She truly wanted the mark of Pat’s brand, and knowing Pat, she wouldn’t give it unless she also truly ‘needed it’… and she did.

Bidding Margot to move closer to within a foot of Ruth’s bare ass, she watching in a look of combined fear and fascination as the red hot iron with the brand was applied and held for a few seconds to Ruth’s unflinching left ass cheek. Ruth tearfully thanked Pam profusely and she was dismissed to other duties leaving the rest of us more or less alone.

Pat held up the smoking iron quite close to Margot’s face as she began to lecture her.

‘Slave, this iron, or one quite like it, might someday be pressed up against your firm white ass and you would probably by then beg for it, most sincerely. As I told you earlier, I have rolodexes full of rich women, and men, just exactly like you. They’re all obnoxious assholes or bitches to everyone around them… until it becomes their turn to kneel in submission. The smart ones soon realize that this is a split part of their nature, and that they need to get appropriate psychological advice… or else they find someone with the balls and a big whip that can soothe their demons and fulfill their needs. Often I have to do both. Sometimes the need to become a submissive is temporary in their lives and other treatment can resolve their internal imbalance. Other times the submissive learns that only constant obedience will soothe those angry dragons in their soul and that they need a Master or Mistress as a part of their daily life. From my years of professional experience, I am nearly certain that you are one of those types of people. Do you agree or disagree?”

Her answer wasn’t taksim escort long in coming; Margot nodded her head in agreement.

“Good. Awareness is the first step, but it is not enough. You have to understand the dragons and demons that rage inside you and comprehend beyond any further doubt exactly how your submission would tame them. Unless your soul is at some sort of peace and you have fully accepted your new goal in life – one of utter submission and service to a Master or Mistress that you can completely, trust, respect and love, your road to fulfillment can be long and hard. You must first find your deepest wounds, baring yourself so that you can offer absolutely everything of yourself, with nothing withheld from the one you submit to… and submit wisely.”

“I shall do as you suggest Mistress.” I heard Margot weakly say, her head now quite bent over in shame until Pat corrected her with a fairly gentle whip blow across her tits.

“Tell me if you can, why do you desire and feel the need for pain. Your eyes look upon this whip like most women would look at a slice of cake.”

“I do not know Mistress. It seems to… comfort and soothe me somehow. The more pain I feel, the lighter the weights on my heart seem to be. It gives me pleasure, but that shames me… and makes me disobedient and ill-tempered.”

“An honest confession. This is something that you need to discover about yourself – if you truly need this pain or if it just covers up and masks something else deeper and darker inside you. Never be ashamed to confess what you are thinking or feeling to your Master. He not only wants this from you, but he expects and demands this. You are never to keep secrets from him under any circumstances and he values your honesty. A good Master will never hold your confessions against you and they are necessary if you are to gain his trust and be happy in his service. Now give me a hug… you need one before we join your temporary Master and the others. Some interesting fun is about to begin.”

Pat gave Margot a kiss on the top of her head and allowed her a good tearful hug before Pat half-heartedly gave her ass a whip stroke to get her moving back upstairs.

The “Top Slave Girl Contest” was about to begin.

*******

I suppose I should have guessed what would happen next. Margot, despite firm instructions to remain still, was squirming while she watched the first set of slave contestants submit their approval and willingness to be whipped, nearly without ceasing until the first cry was heard. For most of the contestants this didn’t take very long, as the rules were very strict.

The slave had to remain absolutely stationary on her tiptoes while her hands were fastened to a rope above. In each hand a raw egg was held which would easily crack if the slave tensed up or knotted her muscles in pain. In fact the egg test was often the disqualifier for most contestants. No cry, whimper, or moan was allowed with a judge carefully listening for any sort of quiet sob of pain.

Late in the first round two true pain-sluts found themselves in dire competition as the whip-master alternated strokes across the naked forms of both girls, equally and impartially until finally one girl let out a slight moan… probably of pleasure. Margot’s eyes were full of something akin to desperate desire and her fingers and toes squirmed as if she was frantically wanting or needing to masturbate. Pat, whose sharp trained eyes missed nothing, couldn’t resist taking advantage of the situation.

“Slave Cupcake, why are you so aroused? Do you desire to feel the kiss of the whip this soon? Tell your Master what you are thinking and feeling!”

“Master, I… I was imaging that you were whipping me, to make me be good… and how nice it would be to be helpless, like they are, at your mercy… and hoping that you wouldn’t give me any mercy for a long… long time.” Margot then once again bowed her head in shame.

“Cupcake, do you want to be whipped like they are, to have my eyes watch your pain under every single stroke of the whip, naked and helpless in front of nearly a hundred strangers?”

“Please Master! I do. Besides, I’m harder inside then they are. I am stronger… and I want to prove it to you. Master, please let me give you my pain and let me prove that I would be the Best Slave Girl.”

She meant it. She really meant every single word of it. I cast a quick glance at Pat who was smiling and nodding at me. Thus reassured, I lifted Margot up from her knees and stripped her totally naked and ordered to the end of the short line of entrants to wait her whipping. The smile of pure happiness on her face was scarcely to be believed, but it was absolutely genuine.

********

Slave Cupcake easily won her first round and sailed right through her second match as well. She had whip marks all over every inch of her body but she absolutely glowed with obvious pleasure and delight. She asked for permission to masturbate after her topkapı escort second whipping but I decided to be firm and tease her.

“No release at all tonight for you until you win, pain slut!” I muttered in faux annoyance while she beamed in happiness.

Her cheerfulness at assuming her captive position for her third whipping caused her contestant to quit even before the first stroke was made. Completely psyched out, her opponent realized she had no chance to win at all and she decided to save her own skin, to the obvious displeasure of her Master.

Soon though it was time for the semi-final and Cupcake was up against a truly hardened professional pain-slut, if the multitude of scars on her back were any sort of indication. She apparently liked it really rough. Margot hung in there and somehow outlasted her to be admitted to the final competition of the contest.

She was a flaming screaming red color all-over, but the glow on her face was even brighter if possible. Still this was quite a lot of whipping for a novice to face and I pretty much decided that I wouldn’t let Margot go for another round against a true hardened pain-slut like her new opponent, who was apparently was often the regular winner of this contest each month.

“Don’t even think about it! Margot hissed, in the same tone of voice she used in her professional dealings before realizing she had omitted the Master title to me. “Master please… I want this. I can take every stroke of the whip that this other cunt can, and more. Please Master, don’t make me stop now!”

What else could I say to her? I nodded my agreement, and Margot faced the challenge of her life. For nearly the full maximum whipping time of fifteen minutes or one hundred blows of the whip each, each woman was deep into their own private world of pain and pleasure… lost in their ‘sub-space’.

On whip strike number ninety-seven, it was discovered that the blow had just barely broken skin on Margot’s stubborn but tough hide and a slight droplet of blood was present there. This stopped the contest immediately and the final decision was left to public voting. Slave Cupcake won, nearly unanimously, and her proud temporary Master was happy to receive the nearly two foot tall “Top Slave Girl” trophy of her achievement. It would have looked fantastic on her desk with the Coyotes in San Antonio.

*******

We didn’t stay much longer at Pat’s party. Happy and contented or not, Margot was starting to feel the pain now and was moving increasingly gingerly. I collected her leather bodysuit and made my farewells for the night.

Back in the hotel, still naked except for her raincoat, I made her strip naked in the elevator and walk naked to our suite. She was seen by a couple of people in all of her whipped glory but she didn’t care in the slightest about showing off her wounds of victory. Once we were in my master bedroom I ordered her to her knees and demanded that she masturbate right in front of me, which she did nearly instantly. I let her cum just once before ordering her to a long soak in the bathtub.

My little spoiled princess had one last remaining ‘demand’ for me as I was putting her gently to bed.

“Please Master… tie me up tightly on all fours and then take my butt plug out and fuck me there. I was thinking of you whipping me and then roughly using me afterward the whole time during the contest. My ass can take a few more blows… make it nice and hot for when you take me!”

How could I say no? It was frankly exactly also what I had wanted to do to her the entire contest. I fastened her into a pair of cuffs that each restrained her wrists to her ankles, lifting her still slightly red ass up high in the air.

“It’s really too much of a reward for a disobedient would-be slave girl, but I admit that I’m yearning to see your ass turned a bright cherry red once again… that really got my cock rock hard. However, I am ordering you to say “Cupcake” if at any time you feel anything wrong or need me to stop.”

“Fuck that, asshole… I mean Master. Make me your screaming bitch, I’m begging for it! I want my ass to be too inflamed to even be able to sit tomorrow.”

And so I did. I really whipped her too hard, leaving quite a few welts on her entirely too stubborn ass, but she loved it and it did look absolutely glorious. When she started to whimper again about needing to come when I removed her butt plug and found something else almost the same size to stick in there in its place. She began to howl and cum like a woman possessed. Since the plug had been just a size smaller than my cock, I fit in there nicely… just like it belonged there.

I gave her a long hard sodomizing and then after I came, I ordered her to clean me off and lubricate my ass-flavored cock so that we could do it some more. At one point she begged for me to fuck her cunt as well, but I told her I was saving that pleasure for the day she knelt before me in true and permanent submission. But beyoglu escort that got my cock hard enough to give her haughty ass a fourth and final work over, right before dawn.

**********

Damn, so much for my plan of keeping my hands off of her. Still, I loved every minute of it. There didn’t seem to be any regrets in Margot’s eyes either while we slept together in each others arms.

Of course we had another very late start to any sightseeing the next day. We didn’t crawl out of bed until nearly one o’clock and Cupcake wanted her tits well whipped with my crop right before we put on her corset for the day. Naturally one thing led to another and after giving her ass another stiff whipping I added some more cum into her ass before popping her butt plug back in. This made us too late to nearly accomplish anything… but we sure had a lot of fun!

With the remaining few hours of the day, we took a fast drive up to Napa Valley to look at the vineyards and wineries, too late for any tours except for just one of the larger more commercial vintners that was open for tours on a late Sunday afternoon. After a magnificent early dinner at a deservedly famous Napa restaurant, we only just barely made it in time to the opera house only because we’d packed Margot’s designer gown in the trunk before we left. She looked lovely in it, especially with six inch stilettos… and she wore them like the slutty princess she wanted to become, the envy of every woman and the cock-throbbing desire of every gentleman there. Every woman should be make to wear a butt plug in public I muttered, and quite sincerely.

******

“No more a smart little girl with no heart

I have found me a wonderful guy”

So went the lyrics of one of the songs of the musical “South Pacific”, which Margot was quietly humming later for the short drive back to the Fairmont. I threatened to gag her – and did, when she stuck out her tongue at me. From the muffled sounds, she was still humming the song later while I was giving her helpless ass and tits a good starting warm-up for the rest of the night’s frolics.

I stuck to my promise of keeping my sexual attentions mostly to her ass, but I did make her suck me off first, while she was tied and on her knees. Her ass got plenty of attention, however, and when I decided that I was out of ambition for the night, or rather another early morning, I make sure that she was firmly tied with her head at my feet, her butt plug firmly in place, and her mouth still frantically sucking my tired cock. She was still sucking my now aroused cock early the next morning when I awoke with an urgent need to pee. Margot had other ideas.

“Let me guess, Cupcake, when Pat was giving you the bathroom tour, she gave you some very precise and explicit instructions in the duties of a bathroom slave?”

She nodded, my cock still mostly in her mouth until she let it slide out erotically and began to lick my balls lovingly while answering me.

“Of course, Master. She made me slowly piss right into the mouth of her usual toilet slave, doing my Kegals for nearly ten minutes. Then she made me watch while both a man and woman guest used her the same way. He just stuck his dick right into her mouth and she drank down every single drop, with a look of absolute happiness while she swallowed it all. Since her slave was ‘full’, I knelt to my knees so that Pat could use me instead… and she did. Long and slowly pissing into my mouth so that I could drink it all. I missed three drops on the floor and she made me lick those clean as well. Then Mistress Pat instructed me at how to carefully clean her cunt lips dry with my tongue as well before redressing me for the rest of the tour. I obeyed her commands out of your respect for her, now I will obey any and all of your commands out of my even greater love and respect for you. Please Master, let me serve you this way too!”

With her lips once again around my cock, she waited for my urine flow to begin and true to her word she swallowed every drop until I was done and then she began to feverishly suck me into orgasm so that she could add some cum to her breakfast. Once we became busy with other delightful amusements, we were once again off to a late start.

Today was her final contracted day to spend with me, and we were going to do some final window shopping up and down Market Street. The weather was absolutely awful, so I permitted Margo to wear the warmer, non-fetish clothing I had bought her on her first day here. We shopped the length of Market, even ending up in the Castro, were we enjoyed ourselves in a fern bar for a bit and watched the local gay and lesbian color. Since we had to get Margot back in my office by this evening, we were soon totally out of time for any more fun.

**********

Actually, with a nice tailwind, our plane got us back into Houston just over an hour early, and about thirty minutes later my Cupcake was nude and kneeling over my desk, while I gave her a swat on the ass for every single noted misbehavior I had listed in my little book. It took awhile and her butt was delightfully red by the time I then stuck my rock hard cock into her ass. Since I was nearly out of time, I just blasted my load into her bottom as quickly as I could. While Cupcake was on her knees giving my cock a thorough cleaning, I was laying down the riot act to Margot.

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This was the game. She knew that this was the moment they both looked forward to. His left hand on her neck pressing down and holding her in place. Crouched there on the edge of the bed, face forced into the mattress, legs folded under her, hands and arms stretched out in front of her. Her pussy aching to be touched.

The thin trickle of lube slipped down the cleft of her arse and a little crept its chill, slick way into her arsehole. Involuntarily she felt herself flutter there. Her boyfriend, poised over her, gave a shudder of held-in pleasure. His balls, she knew, would suddenly feel that bit heavier, their weight of spunk churning.

There would be no more lube. She knew that. This was their game. That fleeting touch of slickness was all she wanted.

This game was the one she alone could initiate. The need to be taken like this crept over her slowly and every once in a while he got a one word text that read ‘shivering’. That made him hard wherever he was. In a meeting. At the football match. On a busy commuter train. His mouth would dry and his balls would feel like cold weights loaded with shot. He would reply with a time that he expected to be home.

She would be waiting. Not downstairs like usual with the TV on, curled on the sofa. But upstairs in this position; the room stinking of her sex. The toys discarded across the bed as she crouched there, sopping wet and shivering with anticipation. She would not look up. There would be no smile of welcome. Her hands would stretch out and her arse; so delicate, so supple, so beautifully full and round, would present itself.

Sometimes, he knew, she sneaked a look at him as he dropped his clothes to the floor. He didn’t mind. It wasn’t that sort of game after all.

She watched as he went to the toy box and recovered the lube bottle and the condoms. Watched out of the corner of her eye as he rolled one of the blunt ended sheaths over his pulsing cock (so very hard) and walked to her.

With one hand on her neck he squeezed out the one bead of silicone slipperiness she allowed herself for this from the pump dispenser bottle. Watched as it rolled down the cleft between her cheeks and moistened, no, kissed, her exposed, vulnerable ring.

The first time they’d played with this lube, her milking his cock, she’d used too much and he’d kept slipping away from her grasp. The session had lasted for what seemed like hours; them laughing as her hands flew across his cock unable to get a purchase; almost unable to get him off. His balls, also coated in a film of persistent slipperiness, had boiled by the time he came. The ache mecidiyeköy escort spent in a triumphant release that seemed to last an age.

Whether that was the moment when she decided a little went a long way, he couldn’t say but soon after the rules of this game were explained to him in an email he still kept. An email that fuelled fantasies that sustained him through the nights spent in cheap hotels near motorway junctions.

She ached kneeling there. The ache hadn’t been assuaged by the toys or the orgasms that she’d wrung from herself. She’d brought this on herself because she wanted it. His hand left her neck and her breath caught in her throat. He moved more squarely behind her, the better to enter her. To take her.

It was freely given but in this hard moment she felt truly taken. The blunt end of his cock wrapped in the condom nudged her. The modern material wasn’t quite so warm as latex. It made him feel like a living rod of glass, a piece of statuary come to life, his marble prick ready to force her into obedience.

As his left hand slipped from her neck it ran down the line of the spine feeling the tension of her muscles. A little shiver made her hole twitch. She felt him use the flat of his palm to pull her cheeks that bit further apart. Stretching and opening her a little more. His right hand, she knew, was gripping his hard cockflesh. Trapping a little more stiffness inside.

Her self control always surprised and delighted him. A touch down her back normally brought her laughing and shivering to him but not in these moments. Her need held her poised and so he aimed his almost painfully turgid prick and began to lean into her, splaying her arsehole. Spearing it. She was tight. Almost impossibly tight.

Anal wasn’t a regular thing. She was no porn star who could flex and wink her hole and deal with any cock she liked. This was her trial and her game. He’d suggested a buttplug but she’d turned him down. His hard flesh was all she wanted and only when she sent that text. Only when the need crept over her.

The first centimetre of his glans found room for itself. Her breath shuddered out of her and a moment of relaxation allowed him to force a little more of his aching flesh into her.

His balls were high and hard and tight. He’d come in her only last night but the game made it feel like he had a month of unshot spunk dragging his stones down.

This was the most desperate moment for her. The sudden dragging pain of his cock forcing itself inside sometimes made her wince and tighten, quite beşiktaş escort the worst thing. His right hand was on her bum. She felt him tense and then he smacked her purposefully on the backside. It stung and her muscles jumped. As they jumped her hole flinched open and more of his hot prick ran into her. For the first time she gasped loud enough to hear.

His cock pulsed as he twitched the muscles at its base. He’d smacked her hard enough to make his hand sting but the flash of pain had momentarily slacked the ring of muscle that held him. The angry red of the clearly defined handprint shone up at him from her delicate flesh. It was a mark that needed to be balanced.

She knew that, crouched there. She pictured his left hand leaving her flank and then descending to make contact. Could she hear a whistle as he sped his outstreached fingers into contact with the pale flesh? Perhaps. Whatever the truth she flinched hard as he made contact and another handprint blossomed across her taut skin.

There was a moment of stillness before the nerve ends caught fire, tingling beneath the surface of the skin and in that overwhelming moment he’d forced more of his cock into her arse.

She could feel the skin around her hole dragging itself back up his shaft after being buckled inwards by that stolen quarter stroke. How much was left? On any other night she’d slip a hand back to grasp the bottom of his cock and feel for herself. But that wasn’t allowed tonight.

With a start she realised that she’d been holding her breath and let it out with a shuddering gasp. As it escaped her he gave her the last couple of inches of cock. His hip bones met her backside and she could suddenly feel his balls in their shaved bag of skin press against her cunt.

The hot dry heat of her arse contrasted with the warm wetness annointing his balls. Once or twice the tension of those final inches had felt unsurpassable. The friction almost unbearable even through the shiny, glossy material of the condom. He couldn’t stay like that, buried in her, his balls ached with the need to discharge his load into her. Gripping her hips he used his palms to pull her buttocks apart a little and started to drag his cock out of her.

She shuddered as he slowly pulled his length out of her until the ridge behind his bloated cockhead caught on the inner ring of her arsehole. She imagined it making the flesh bulge around his shaft until he paused for an instant and then leaned into her again driving his stiff flesh back into her. For a moment all there was in the etiler escort world was the sensation of that cock sliding into her and her hardened, aching nipples rubbing on the rough cotton sheet.

On the third stroke, when they were fully joined she widened and flattened her stance; pushing her knees apart as one of her hands disappeared between her legs. He waited until he felt her start to play with herself, the soft wet noises reminding him of the pussy he wouldn’t be allowed to enjoy tonight. With a grunt he went back faster than he had before and she moaned underneath him. This time there was no pause at the top of the stroke. He reversed direction and plunged his cock back into her. She rocked forward as he bottomed out and groaned as he immediately began the cycle again.

The change in tempo made her work frantically at her clit, rubbing and pressing at herself. The feel of him changed from a series of single moments she could concentrate on; the moment her tight hole first buckled under his pressure, the sensation as his mushroom-like glans spread her wide, the first inches of his invasion, his hips on hers for the first time, the skin of his scrotum as he pressed the last inch into her, to one long ‘now’ of penetration. All there was was the sliding of his cock past her ring. All there was was the knowledge that he wanted to empty himself inside her and that she wanted to cum as he did it.

Sometimes fucking is like an art, sometimes like a science. Trying to gauge when the person under you wants her nipples bitten or her bottom smacked, trying maximise your joined pleasure. And sometimes she sends a text asking for her almost dry arse to be fucked and then lies there as you take your pleasure from her.

The groaning had stopped. As he thrust in and out she panted ‘Oh!’ into the mattress, hiding her face from him as he rocked her body back and forth. His balls became impossibly tight. The need to spend his seed was suddenly overwhelming and as he pushed his flaring cockhead into her for the last time he shot his load into the glassy jacket of the condom all the way down. The tension melted out of him as he crashed his hips against her buttocks and folded over her back, the last spurts of cum jumping out of him.

There was no other sensation like it for her. It was as if his cock tried to burst inside her. His whole body seemed to swell behind her and then empty itself through that flaring piece of iron-hard flesh. As he came inside her and fell against her back her orgasm arrived. She yelped into the mattress and felt sudden tears of relief spring from her eyes.

He roused himself from her and pulled his shrinking flesh out of her hole. She still crouched on the bed edge but now she had a slightly flattened look about her. The orgasm she’d given herself still had her flesh quaking and, for an instant, he toyed with the idea of using his belt on her before putting the idea aside. That was an activity for a different day.

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Hello all! Thank you for tuning in to another chapter! Burnout and other things have kept me away but I’m glad to be back. I’ll be writing two new short stories (similar length to ‘ Long Instrument ‘, I think) and then we’ll be back with more.

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Sarah was 21 again. Back in the therapist’s office. Then in the Queen’s University Clinic. Then being spanked by her mother. Then raping that boy in that night club, destroying the doors and sinks of the male bathroom, watching the lustful eyes of the other sluts either high on drugs or high on her musk. Sarah never found contentment. Her stomach was a roiling sea of anger and flame. Her brain felt like it was constantly on fire.

She had moments of calm, but it was relative calm, it was a storm in comparison to a cyclone. Tutors had told her how to tame it, how to redirect it, but they didn’t fucking know her. She knew herself. She knew she was untameable and that was the best part about her. 

That fire bubbled behind her eyes, warm magma churning in her belly as she looked around the cameras, seeing the chaos unfurl. Her own family being raped. Her prize being stolen. Her plans demolished. She wanted to be a pimp, to whore out this slut like he so desperately wanted to be. She’d rent him out to the biggest cock she could find for a single five cent piece, just to see the look on his face. Would it be horror? Or gratitude?

Feelings swirled in her mind and gut. She wanted them all to go away, to die, to fuck right off. But she could use some of them, use the way it was making her brain burn cells to think faster. All she had to do was give in to the feeling…

It was all useless. She hated this conflict inside her. Hated every moment of this. Some part of her, the weak and cowering part, told her that it was a success. They had made more money in an hour than the year-long program of selling sex toys and other aids. There would be more oppurtunities, that part of her said.

It made more arguments to calm her down. It was logical. Reasonable. Meek.

Sarah wanted to plow Charlie’s head through a wall. Wanted him to thank her for whoring him out. She wanted to see him strung up on another futa cock and tell her that it was all thanks to Sarah that Charlie now realised who he really was, who he was all along. Lily was a fucking whore who didn’t know what to do with good pussy when she saw it. She thought so fucking small. No wonder Pearl was about to send her away. Lily had no idea what she could transform Charlie into.

Into a fucking slut.

A fucking slut had run away and was hiding from Sarah. She wouldn’t forget this. This, – along with all of the other chronic pain that riddled her nervous system, the pain that gave her migraines – this would stay. This would sit there, taking up space, and she would have to listen to it burning away in the back of her mind, taunting her. This and everything else in her life sat in her head and BURNED, and SCREAMED. She would have a time where she would need to think, to plan, to use her anger to further her goals and the thoughts would be there, along with the noise of idiots running around like chickens, the sounds of mice clicking, keyboards clacking, throats clearing, doors opening, chairs scratching floors, voices shouting–

She picked up a mouse and spun, throwing it at the wall, shattering it into a hundred plastic pieces.

The room turn cold and quiet. Everyone looked over at her.

Sarah stood up and turned around, feeling the eyes of everyone staring at her as she left. This was a thought that would sit in her brain, the feeling of being judged by her closest allies as she stormed off without explanation. She could shake this feeling off, but it would take time. Enough time to hunt for Charlie herself.

—————-

Charlie stood there dumbfounded. The feeling of the kiss still surged through his body. He had never been kissed like that before. Had never felt so overpowered through just a kiss. It was so powerful, so intense… and so matronly. He had felt her arms cradling him, giving him support. They had shared the pleasure, rather than it being a one-sided invasion that Charlie might’ve happened to like. Cherry seemed to want him to enjoy all of it. He looked down at her bulge, growing hard against the confines of her pants, the elastic stretching. Candy’s face was flushed red, unsure of what to do in this situation.

He knew that Cherry had said something, something that had mind his mind go blank and he searched for those words again, trying to figure out what to say and do next before Cherry and Candy figured out that he was more exhausted and tired (and less able to defend himself) than he initially projected himself as.

What had she said?

My, you make a pretty girl, don’t you Charlie?

He – it had to be said – did make a pretty good girl. fındıkzade escort Not just the pink outfit, but the way he carried himself. His ass had been thoroughly spanked by Clea, enough that it was changing the way he walked, the way he pushed his hips from side to side to stop his thighs and butt aching. The purple scarf around his face was nice, and felt smooth against his unshaven face.

He had brought his shaving kit with him in the move since he usually grew hair fast, having a face full of bristles in under two days, but he didn’t feel anything there on his face. Odd.

He really did look like a girl, didn’t he…

“T-thank you Cherry. It’s lovely to meet you.” He had to thank her, at least. And Candy…

Their eyes met, and Charlie felt something between them. It wasn’t love, and it was hard to tell which one of them was crushing harder than the other, but it was lust and a little bit more. Some other kind of connection.

“Thank you Candy.”

Candy shoved her hair behind her ears. She muttered something out shyly, and looked up at him. He felt his heart flutter, his dick pulse in need. Candy had shown him a way of living here that wasn’t just fucking and sucking. It could be nice. Tender. Fulfilling.

Cherry laid a hand on Charlie’s head, and slowly pet it, moving it back and forth, tussling his hair now that he had removed his cap. Something triggered deep within Charlie, and he caught himself trying to purr at the feeling. He settled for closing his eyes and rubbing his scalp harder against the palm on his head. Cherry let out a deep, throaty chuckle and continued.

Candy’s cock throbbed visibly, as did Cherry’s.

“What are you thinking, Mom?” Candy asked, warning creeping into her voice. Cherry hushed her, and kept stroking Charlie’s head.

“I’ve always wanted to make a good little girl. You make a fine futa Candy, but a good little girl…”

Cherry dug her hands into his head, scratching his scalp, twirling a finger around some strands of Charlie’s short cropped hair.

Charlie moaned at that, and loudly.

Cherry bit her lip, cooing. She traced the back of a finger down Charlie’s face, just past his closed eyes.

“If you want to get out of here without being noticed by the aunts, you’ll need to change completely. They’ll be looking out for you no matter what clothes you wear.”

Cherry put her fingers in Charlie’s hair again.

“We can dress you up in a wig. Put some new clothes on you. Get you looking the part, feeling the part… they’ll smell boi from anywhere in the store. We’ll cover you so completely in femininity that they’ll have no choice but to look elsewhere for their prize.”

Cherry gripped his chin, tilting his face up until he opened his eyes and stared into her hazel ones.

“Sound good, girlie?”

Charlie nodded.

Cherry clicked her fingers. Candy’s eyes widened and she rushed off, eager to collect something.

Cherry used the time without Candy to move in closer to Charlie.

He could feel her fat chest pressed against his neck. Could see the wanton lust in her eyes. Could see the scenes she was playing out in her head through those eyes and he wasn’t scared in the least.

Odd.

“Before we get started, before you try to escape with Candy and start your ‘Roman Holiday’, I need to know.”

“Know what?”

“If it had come down to it… if you had met me before Candy…” Cherry’s mouth dropped an octave, her voice huskier, as she moved her head beside Charlie, gently blowing on his ear. He trembled against her.

“Would you have been my slut?”

“Yes.”

“That was quick, Charlie. Let me give you more time.”

Her hands danced down, near to his tracksuit, delicate fingers touching his bulge and then his child-bearing hips, until finally she touched his ass. Groping it. Squeezing it.

“Maybe you don’t understand what I meant. You might change you answer if you do. So let me tell you what I would’ve done to you.”

Charlie caught the moan in his throat. A second later, and a high-pitched – girly, even – moan would’ve escaped from his lips. He didn’t want that to happen. But Cherry seemed to want it.

“I would’ve dressed you up in the finest lingerie money could buy. I would’ve introduced you to my friends at parties as my darling wife. There would be no way of telling who you really are – what you really are – under all those clothes and makeup. You would’ve suckled from my teats every night, nursing like a good girl. That pesky cock would be in the way too. There would’ve been nothing else to do but cage it. Shrink it. Flatten it.”

Her pinky and ring finger pushes the elastic out of the way, letting the fingers slide down along Charlie’s ass, towards his puckering hole.

His mouth opened and he almost wanted to bite his fist in need. His arms didn’t work. His legs were trembling. He opened his mouth and moaned against Cherry’s shoulder, trying to stifle the sound by burying his face into her aksaray escort shoulder as deep as he could go. Cherry shook as she tried to stifle her laughter.

Her finger pushed apart his crack and slid down, pushing into his hole.

Charlie came.

It was a short spurt, a shock, his dick thrumming. It had been a complete surprise, but Cherry seemed to anticipate it.

She moved her hand around his pants, moving around to his front, her hand pulling back his foreskin and letting more cum splash out into his underwear. She traced her finger against the underwear, cum staining her finger and she brought it up, hovering the wet finger in front of Charlie’s eyes, forcing him to pull back from her shoulder so he could let her hand rise up between them.

It glistened with his cum.

“That thing I just fingered wouldn’t belong to you. It would’ve been mine. My cunt. To fill with whatever I pleased. To breed whenever I wanted. To stuff whenever I become needy or bored.”


She waggled her finger in front of Charlie’s eyes, and he become mesmerised by the sight of it, head following it as it wiggled.

“I’ll ask you again. And be truthful. Would you have been my slut​?”

The word caught in Charlie’s throat as he stared at the finger. As their life flashed before his eyes. As his doubts about ever falling in love with a futa seeming to vanish before him. Was this… was this what he wanted? What he was seeking?

If he said no, then that would be true from then on. He couldn’t lie to Cherry.

Some part of him said no. Charlie felt fractured, torn between those parts and the more secret parts.

Parts of him were telling him no and other parts had strange voices and were saying strange things, emoting strange feelings. He waded through those strange thoughts, gathering his opinion on what he really wanted.

The answer came.

“Yes.”

Cherry forced the finger forwards and Charlie opened his mouth in time, making the lewdest noise he could’ve made as he slurped the cum off her finger, one eye on her face as he did so.

She held his face in a vice-like grip.

“I’m not in the business of stealing my daughter’s gir- boyfriends. You are spoken for in my family, and that is that. If you break her heart, I will break you apart like water breaks on a rocky shore. But if your relationship… changes, and if you still want to whore yourself out to me…”

Charlie groaned as she wiped his own saliva off on his cheek.

“Then the position will always be vacant. You only need apply.”

Candy returned, and Cherry had moved Charlie to his earlier position so it looked like nothing at all had happened.

“He’ll be a good fit for the costume. Gave him a tip on how to carry himself, so we should be good to go.”

Cherry turned to Charlie and pointed up and down along his body.

“Strip.”

—————-

Candy eyed Charlie and her mother as Cherry pulled that pink shirt over Charlie’s head and reaching to the bag Candy had brought back with her. There were clothes there, heels…

Candy saw Charlie’s eyes widen as he saw the panties in there. Cherry had told her to pack it, to give more believeability to the disguise. If Charlie really dressed like a girl, if he really felt like a girl all the way through, no matter how embarrasing it would be for him, it would be a good disguise. Candy knew her mother wasn’t always truthful. She knew that she packed the panties just to see Charlie squirm. She moved the panties from the bottom of the bag to the rim of it just to see Charlie’s reaction, to see how he squirmed. Something had happened between the two of them.

Charlie now shuffled whenever Cherry sucked her finger. Their stares seemed more intense. But Candy had to appreciate her mother for breaking the tension. Now it seemed Charlie was more focused on the plan, on the mission, than on fucking her mother.

She knew it might happen, as it had happened with girlfriends she had brought home before, but there was an odd magnetism that struck them when they stood together before, their eyelines being inextricably drawn to each other. A young man and a woman at least 30 years his elder.

This evolving relationship, the change from the magnetism to the slow smoulder that passed between them reminded Candy of her own evolving relationship with Charlie. They had met on that morning, after her heart had broken for the poor kid who was run over by Lily. She had snuck out of the house – against her mother’s orders – and found Charlie, and found him to be more of a man than she thought. She couldn’t help but like him.

He made jokes as they unpacked, kept offering her food and water, and told stories about the heirlooms they’d unwrap or blush as she held old photobooks of him looking like a dork with glasses the size of Greenland. It was a different relationship than most she’d had. How a typical Candy relationship would go would be her frotting against another futa in eyüp escort the club, or some woman would swipe right on a dating app and they’d chat. Their chat would be hollow, and if held up in the next morning’s light it would fall apart under the weight of how badly each participant wanted to fuck each other and then delete the app. “Girlfriends” were different, only in the sense of the word describing the relationship being different. The conversation would be less hollow, more intimate, and they would fuck a whopping three times before ghosting each other.

The part of Candy that hungered – longed – for more was filled as soon as she scooted her chair closer to Charlie on that day and he still seemed to care about her, and not take it as a signal to fuck immediately.    The day after, she had broken down in guilt and paranoia, but now here he was, standing in front of her again. And that smile was the same as when they were unpacking. He didn’t seem like her typical girlfriends, chasing the lust that came out of the relationship, but really just chasing the odd vibe they had together amidst all the other oddness, the oddness of chicks with dicks wanting to hunt him down and stream his sexual assault live on the internet.

Candy walked up and gave Charlie a kiss on the cheek.

Charlie grinned back. He gave her a kiss back, and she blushed, having to look away for moment.

When she looked back, Cherry had fitted the blonde wig to him and Candy whispered an apology, staring down at the crowd, trying not to stare at the bulge that was forming in his panties.

—————-

Lorelei rubbed the bulge in her pants as the feed of Charlie being railed by Nia played over and over and over again in her mind. Those whines. The sounds of slapping. The ruinous and rough sex… she bit her lip, but continued sweeping her eyes across the store. She’d become more and more uncomfortable in her black dress as she’d started daydreaming more and more about Charlie. About that mouth… that tight ass…

Lorelei hated her sister Clarissa. Clarissa was just so free, so wild and open. That could never be Lorelei. She was almost religious in how she persecuted other futas for not being with bois. She and Clarissa shared a house growing up, sharing the same step-mother but with different birth mothers (who were still in their lives, as is the case for most of the members of Pearl’s family). Lorelei remembered the day where she realised she and her sister were nothing alike. Lorelei had just come back from a book club with other futas (something her mother had set up) and had taken part in one of the loudest and most passionate debates of her life up until that point. She was at the age where she could legally start having sex, and who she could have sex with was a big part of that discussion. Some of her friends said that she had to try women: their pussies were built for cock and they had a desperate need for something better than a man. Most of them just didn’t know it yet. But Lorelei’s group vehemently opposed them.

Futas that had sex with women or other futas were unnatural. It’s sinful. It’s not normal. Where’s the thrill? Where’s the feeling of them giving in, giving up, the fire of masculinity flickering out as it’s drowned in hot, thick ivory cum? The look in their eye as you change the fabric of their soul, turn them into cockdrunk bois? Lorelei had seen enough amateur porn to see that, and to get addicted to seeing it more and more. That was all she wanted in her life. To see the spark behind a man’s eyes get replaced with a sluttier and hornier spark. Sadly, Lorelei could never find the time to court a boi. They were just too few and far between. Most males had left these states when the rules giving more equality to futas came in, and the bois that stayed behind were so prized that Lorelei never saw them. In her mind, only boi ass – and specifically Charlie – could quell the heavy feeling she felt behind her balls, the deep need to fucking rut.

That’s when Lorelei saw Candy walk out with a girl on her arm. Lorelei tried to look away quickly, to give the impression that she hadn’t seen Candy, but the slut had found her. She grabbed the arm of the girl tighter, pulling her along as she walked to a changing room at the back of the store. There were two large doors at the back of the store for stock to come in and out of through the rear of the complex, leading straight out into the park. Sarah had said something about not letting anyone get to the park…

Lorelei swore, pushing past displays of large XXL dildos, gimp suits and a rotating display of chastity cages and belts, trying to rush to the other side of the store. Candy pulled the blinds closed and she and the girl were trapped in there in one of the many stalls. Lorelei hadn’t seen which one, and was now lurking outside, panting. Fuck. She hadn’t run that hard before… she really needed to exercise.

By getting a good FUCK, echoed the voice in the back of her head.

Lorelei’s hand thumped down a table as she spun, thinking, deciding on whether or not to barge in on Candy. She looked around the store. Clarissa was running too, chasing after a slim figure in another hoodie but Lorelei… it had to be a trap. Why would Candy leave, be that nervous about rushing to the back of the store if she didn’t have the slut that everyone wanted…

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Since planes first took to the skies, air travel has been plagued by unruly passengers.

Though the phenomenon of mid-flight violence peaked during the Covid-19 pandemic with refusal to wear masks, patterns of insubordination continued long after, fueling a rise in emergency landings and flight delays. By the year 2035, flight attendants were quitting in droves, prompting a labor shortage that increased costs across the industry and turned flying into a miserable experience for passengers and crew alike. It was clear to the airline industry that something had to change.

European-based Omega Airlines was the first to take drastic measures to maintain flight safety. Omega engineers worked for years to develop a device that would not only keep passengers in their seats, but also docile and obedient, and totally under the command of the plane’s flight attendants. After a long process of trial and error, researchers finally discovered the key to keeping passengers calm and relaxed while flying. At last, Omega Airlines launched its newly designed aircraft in the year 2040.

The concept was simple: passengers would be locked in their seats via an “anal safety device” at the discretion of flight attendants via a remote control. The insertion of the device would be fairly easy, but once installed, it would swell and elongate in a manner that would make it virtually impossible for a passenger to leave their seat without encountering serious discomfort. The well-behaved passengers would be rewarded with a gentle anal massage, but should a passenger need behavioral correction, they would find their experience with the device not nearly as enjoyable. You see, the devices are equipped to administer sedatives directly into a passenger’s anal cavity should they become belligerent or disruptive.

There was a great deal of controversy at first, of course, but Omega Airlines’ track record spoke for itself — they achieved a record low number of emergency landings in only a year after the initial launch. Due to the nature of the safety devices, individuals younger than eighteen were banned from flying altogether — a change that made flying a more enjoyable experience for most people, anyway. Other airlines quickly followed Omega’s example, and over the next decade, the safety devices became fully integrated into society.

—

Twenty-four-year-old Mira had always been afraid of flying. After winning the lottery last year, she decided to face her fears and finally visit the county at the top of her bucket list: Switzerland. She’d yet to experience modern flying or the safety measures of today’s airplanes.

Prior to this trip, she read an online article called The Modern Woman’s Guide to Airplane Fashion, which suggested wearing a loose-fitting dress and flat shoes while going full commando. She walked through the shiny, bustling airport feeling a bit embarrassed at the fact that only a thin layer fabric separated her nether parts from the rest of the world. Though public nudity had become more accepted in the past decade, Mira had always considered herself to be more conservative than her peers. It was an adjustment, to say the least.

After dropping off her bag to be checked, Mira nervously joined the line for security. It’s the responsibility of airport security to prepare passengers for a safe, clean, and comfortable experience, and therefore, every security checkpoint features private stalls for enemas and cavity searches. For those who don’t fly often, it can certainly be a jarring experience. Mira felt a blush wrap around her throat as a guard directed her into one of the stalls.

“Stall” was a generous term for the space enclosed within paper-thin curtains, offering a poor excuse for privacy. There was a padded table and a well-stocked nurse’s station, as well as a porcelain toilet. Sounds of wet sloshing and vaguely female groans floated through the air from the next stall over, and Mira wasn’t entirely sure what to think of it all.

A fifty-something, red-haired woman in nurse’s uniform appeared in Mira’s stall with a no-nonsense attitude and a nametag that declared her to be “Margaret.”

“Bend over the table and lift your dress, please,” Margaret instructed, prompting Mira to move quickly. “No panties,” the woman observed. “Good for you for being prepared.” The nurse gave Mira no warning before she inserted a gloved, lubricated finger into Mira’s rear entrance.

Mira gasped. She’d never had anything up there before. It was intrusive, but not altogether unpleasant.

“Oh, you’re a tight one, aren’t you?” The nurse chuckled under her breath, a sound that was not reassuring to Mira. “You might have a bit of trouble on the plane. Don’t be afraid to ask the flight attendants for help!”

Once she was satisfied that Mira wasn’t hiding any weapons inside her large intestine, the nurse withdrew her finger and stepped away. Mira wondered how long she’d have to stand there, bent over the table with her bare ass hanging out, before she was allowed bağcılar escort to leave. Mira peeked over her shoulder to see the nurse rifling noisily through a drawer.

The nurse produced a nozzle attached to a thin tube and a bag seemingly filled with clear liquid.

The initial insertion wasn’t so difficult. In fact, it felt rather nice to have something up her rear end, a delightful sensation, and Mira was beginning to feel confident that the upcoming flight wouldn’t be so difficult after all. And then there was pressure. Water entered Mira at an alarming rate given the size of the nozzle, flooding her large intestine faster that she could adjust to. Mira wobbled against the table, trying and failing to find a position that would make this any more comfortable, but it appeared there wasn’t one. A painful cramp blossomed in Mira’s lower belly, and she wondered if she would get into trouble for losing her bowels before being allowed to.

“Hold,” instructed Nurse Margaret, seemingly oblivious to Mira’s struggles.

Mira’s bloated tummy was about ready to burst, the pressure nearly unbearable. “I can’t,” she whimpered. “Please.”

“Yes, you can. Just another minute.” Nurse Margaret’s tone lacked any and all compassion. She probably administered enemas dozens of times every day — she was well aware of a person’s limit. She knew that Mira could in fact take much more, even if Mira didn’t know it herself.

After the most excruciating sixty seconds of Mira’s life, the nurse finally announced, “Alright, go ahead and expel for me.” Mira rushed to the toilet, and her bowels released themselves the moment she sat down, letting loose a stream of water that splashed loudly into the bowl. Only when all of the water was out did she realize she’d been moaning, and quickly clamped her mouth shut.

“All done,” announced Nurse Margaret, with a smirk that Mira didn’t appreciate. “All clean and empty, ready for your flight! You can go on ahead now.”

Mira quickly gathered her carry-on and hurried to her gate, feeling very clean indeed and perhaps somewhat violated. There was still an hour until boarding, and Mira shifted uncomfortably in her chair the entire time, fighting a wave of nerves that had become difficult to suppress. Finally, they were allowed to board.

A handsome, dark-haired flight attendant flashed Mira a pearly-white smile as he handed her a thin pamphlet.

Mira shuffled down the narrow aisle in search of seat G8, eyes wide as she beheld the “safety devices” the airline had installed in each seat: a phallic shaped device of approximately six inches protruding obscenely from the center of each cushion, clearly meant to be sat upon. The dildos appeared to be already coated thickly with lubricant, having been prepped by the dutiful flight attendants prior to boarding. Mira was so distracted by the sea of dildos that she accidentally missed her seat and had to apologize to the disgruntled passengers behind her as she backed up a few rows.

After hefting her carry-on into the above storage container, Mira stared at her seat and frowned.

Faced with the task of impaling herself onto the dildo, Mira opened to pamphlet to see if it offered any helpful tips. “The easiest position for insertion is a squat,” read the first line. “Brace both feet onto the seat and slowly lower yourself down. The safety device is already lubed for easy insertion, but if you require additional lubrication, please ring for a flight attendant.”

Mira braced one foot on her seat and hovered over the dildo in a squatting position. Her first attempt to lower herself down onto the silicone object was unsuccessful; the tip budded up against Mira’s back door but refused to slip inside, instead sliding up her butt-crack in a rather rebellious way. She reached a hand behind herself in an attempt to guide it in, but that didn’t work, either. All she’d managed to accomplish was smearing lube all over her cheeks.

Mira hadn’t noticed that a female flight attendant had stopped beside her row and was watching her struggle. “Having trouble getting it in?” asked the pretty brunette with a nametag that read “Ashley”.

“A little,” Mira admitted shyly.

“It helps if you relax,” offered Ashley, sliding into Mira’s row while she hovered over the dildo like a deer in headlights. “May I?”

Mira wasn’t sure what the woman was asking, but she nodded eagerly all the same.

Ashley brought her hand between Mira’s legs and began to thumb her clit in slow, steady circles. Mira’s whole body melted at the woman’s gentle touch, and her muscles relaxed enough for the dildo to slide past her tight ring of muscle and into her lower intestine. Mira stifled a groan as she sank down onto it. The flight attendant waited until Mira was fully seated before she removed her fingers from her dripping slit.

“Um, thank you,” said Mira, a bit dazed. Ashley smiled warmly and walked away to assist another passenger.

Mira watched bahçelievler escort as a middle-aged woman across the aisle attempted to argue with another flight attendant about her seating arrangement. “It’s far too big; can’t you swap it out for a smaller one?”

“Ma’am, your safety device is the standard size just like everyone else’s. Please sit down.”

“It’s not going to fit!”

“Yes, it will. You haven’t even tried.”

After several more attempts at peaceful negotiations, the flight attendant placed both hands on the woman’s shoulders and pushed hard, forcing her down onto the dildo in a quick, brutal movement. The woman started flailing, but the flight attendant was having none of it. She fetched a remote from the front pocket of her fanny pack and firmly pressed an intimidating looking red button. Moments later, the woman’s eyes glazed over as she was forced to relax as a result of the sedative being administered directly into her large intestine. Satisfied that the woman was no longer an issue, the flight attendant smiled warmly and walked away. Mira was fascinated by the entire display.

Every few moments, as she shifted her weight or exhaled a breath, Mira was reminded of the foreign object lodged up her backside and the subsequent fullness in her lower belly.

A gray-haired gentleman of about sixty-five claimed the seat next to Mira. He unceremoniously dropped his trousers and spread his cheeks, and Mira got a peek at the older man’s crinkled asshole before he made quick work of lowering himself onto the dildo. The device disappeared easily inside the old man, and Mira wondered if he was a frequent flyer. He let out a sigh as he settled into his seat and then proceeded to pull a newspaper from his suitcase to start on a crossword puzzle. Just like that, he was ready for his flight.

At long last, a voice came over the loudspeaker.

“I’m Pilot Jericho and I’ll be flying with you all today,” he announced. “We do hope that you’re all comfortable in your seats! Remember to relax and allow the safety devices to do their job. We ask that you please stay in your seats unless you need to use the restroom, in which case please notify a flight attendant to release you from your device. Please be reminded that all of our staff are adequately trained in de-escalation techniques, and they are not afraid to use that red button!”

The plane took off without any further fanfare. Mira wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself for the next eight hours. And then, the dildo began to move.

A gentle pressure manifested in Mira’s bowels as the dildo seemingly began to lengthen, inching deeper inside of her at a slow, tantalizing speed. Given that her anus was unable to close due to being wrapped tightly around the base of the dildo, she remained stretched and pliant for whatever activities the device had in store for her.

Mira enjoyed the next hour of the flight in a very comfortable bliss while the dildo attached to her seat gently pumped in and out. She was dripping wet, of course, but she resisted the urge to stick two fingers up her cunt because she was nervous about having an orgasm in front of a stranger. Other passengers had no such qualms — several were openly pleasuring themselves; women furiously rubbed their clits while men pumped their cocks with no apparent embarrassment whatsoever. Somehow, a few passengers had fallen asleep, evidently so relaxed by the gentle messaging of their rectums that they’d dozed off.

It was only a matter of time before Mira needed to use the bathroom. She flagged down a flight attendant who very generously pressed a button that prompted her safety device to shrink to half the size. She gently lifted herself off of the dildo, her anus feeling strangely empty once she did so, and shyly brushed past the old man while nearly tripping into the aisle.

Once in the bathroom, there was an oval button on the wall next to the words, “Push for additional lubrication.” Mira found the temptation to push the button nearly overwhelming. What would happen if she did? She still had a seven-hour flight ahead of her. In all honesty, additional lubrication didn’t sound too bad.

She finished her business and made quick work of washing her hands. And then she pushed the button.

Mira’s heart skipped a beat when a quiet knock sounded moments later.

“Come in,” she squeaked.

The handsome, dark-haired flight attendant from the gate poked his head inside. “Did you call for additional lubrication?”

“Y-yes. Please.”

He pushed himself inside the already cramped space and closed the door behind him, as if privacy even mattered at that point.

“Spread your cheeks, please,” he said, and Mira complied, reaching behind her to spread her backside as he instructed, revealing an already stretched ring of muscle with the tiniest little gape.

The flight attendant produced a bottle of lubricant and positioned the nozzle directly at Mira’s şirinevler escort tiny star.

“I’m just going to push the lube in with my finger,” he announced, before a gloved digit entered her. “Let me know at any point if something feels uncomfortable.”

Mira’s tongue lolled out of her mouth while the flight attendant sawed his finger in and out of her backside, slowly enough that it was impossible not to enjoy the sensation. Every few seconds he would withdraw his finger and insert the bottle of lube, and before long, he’d emptied the entire bottle into her. He used his thumb to push any wayward globs of lube into her asshole, the digit lingering inside of her like a plug, preventing Mira from pushing out any of the lubricant. She wished they could stay like this for a while, preferably while he used his other hand to rub her clit until she screamed. But that would be highly inappropriate. Right?

“All set,” the flight attendant announced, finally withdrawing his thumb. Mira awkwardly shifted her dress back into place while he turned to the tiny sink to wash his hands. “You better get back to your seat now. I’m not supposed to be in here for longer than five minutes.” He gave Mira a conspiratorial wink as he shuffled out of the bathroom, and she followed with a dazed look on her face.

Mira felt sloshy and full and as she waddled back to her seat with her legs clenched together, hoping neither the lubricant nor her wetness was leaking down her leg. How embarrassing that would be.

Mira slid onto the dildo much easier this time, and once she was fully seated, the device inflated to a size that was just barely uncomfortable. Before long, she was fighting the temptation to reach a hand between her legs and stroke her clit to her heart’s desire.

The gentleman seated next to Mira startled her by speaking.

“I’ve been watching you squirm for three hours now, girl. Clearly, you’re a shy one. Want me to help you?”

“H-help me? Help me how?”

“By putting you out of your misery. Go on,” he urged, “Spread your legs for me.”

Mira wordlessly complied.

“Ah, there’s a pretty little cunny. Pink and hairless, just like my wife’s used to be.”

The old man used two fingers to spread Mira’s pussy lips and watched intently as her hole clenched and quivered, clearly yearning to be filled. “Nice and wet too. Very good. Shall we?” And with that, he pushed two fingers up Mira’s cunt. She gasped as his wrinkled, hairy digits slid inside of her with little resistance.

Mira’s pussy gripped his fingers tightly, pulling them further into her tunnel until they rested against her G spot. She couldn’t believe this was happening — was she about to be fingered by an old man on a plane while an electric dildo fucked her in the ass? It appeared so.

The old man flagged down the nearest flight attendant and asked, “Could we get a little more power on this one? She’s very close, you see, but she just needs a little more pressure.”

Mira could have hugged him for taking the initiative when she was afraid to.

The flight attendant pressed a button, and the dildo’s thrusting picked up speed, drilling her ass with such force that she had to brace both hands on the armrests to keep fully seated.

“Perhaps a bit more length?” The flight attendant suggested with a coy smile. It was Ashley from earlier.

“Oh, yes,” agreed the old man enthusiastically. “Might as well add some girth while you’re at it. Really give it to her — it’s her first time flying, you see.”

Was it really so obvious that this was Mira’s first time? Apparently so. The device stuffed up Mira’s ass began to lengthen, and only when she began to cry out in pain did the flight attendant release the button. “Deep breath,” instructed the old man, to which Mira answered with an exhale of shaky breath. Despite the pain, Mira couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. The pressure in her bowels was both excruciating yet pleasurable, and she suspected there was at least a foot of dildo inside of her.

Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, the device began to inflate, and Mira’s previously flat stomach began to expand like a ballon. Her traitorous anal cavity stretched eagerly to accommodate the intruder, proving just how much her little body could take. Mira felt like she was about to burst, groaning audibly by that point, and not caring in the slightest who was listening.

The old man’s voice tickled the shell of Mira’s ear. “Go on, girl, let yourself go. Can you give me a nice, strong come?”

The old man waited patiently, his fingers sliding in and out of her slippery cunt while his palm pressed down on her engorged clit. Ashley hovered in the aisle, her expression expectant, clearly waiting for Mira to come. Likewise, the couple in the row ahead of Mira turned around to watch the lewd display of pleasure with amused expressions.

Finally, it happened.

Mira cried out as her abdominal muscles tightened and she began convulsing right there in seat G8, squirting all over everything, absolutely soaking her dress and the seat beneath her, not to mention the old man’s fingers. Several other passengers turned their heads to watch, some annoyed by Mira’s screams, others seemingly finding entertainment in Mira’s orgasm. Sometime later, Mira finally came down from the high and sagged into her seat.

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I have a couple of word documents where I jot ideas, sometimes just a couple of words, sometimes a hundred or more. My Goddaughter is a manager in a childrens nursery and one of her part time members of staff is a wet nurse for a family where mum has had a double mastectomy, yesterday she had to review CCTV footage as a child had sustained a badly cut knee, as a result she has saw two members of staff having sex in the room where eleven babies were supposed to be sleeping. That provided the basis for this short story to include several other ideas.

Imagine the scene, this fairly slim woman bent over and strapped to the antique refrectory style kitchen table, ankles held in place with nylon luggage straps below the lowest bulge of the turned legs and arms down each side of the table, they are also restrained with luggage straps crossed to the opposite corner legs. I must add that cushions from the solid oak chairs had been used to protect ankles and wrists and where arms hung down over the square edges of the four inch thick table top.

All I could do was wait for Mister Mills to return. I couldn’t say or scream anything due to the damask serviette stuffed in my mouth.

Lord and Lady of the house were out at one of their regular events and we try to take advantage of their eight hour absence with a fuck session. I’m a thirty year old virgin and I knew my pussy juices had been running and with every expectation there was a flow onto the table top, down the side and drips on the slate floor slabs or very likely down a leg but I hadn’t felt that. There had to be puddles of breast milk as I always had a decent let-down during a proper orgasm and today I was in middle of my third or fourth when the bell rang.

I’m Milly, yes I know Milly and Mister Mills but I hated being called Millicent after Millicent Martin, the singer was my mothers favourite, every day she would load six long playing records on the autochanger record player in the lounge and play them loud enough to be heard over the Hoover vacuum cleaner right through the house. I couldn’t stand her singing but that is where my name came from. I’ve been working here for seven years as the nursery wet nanny, initially for Master Thomas but he self weaned with his final feed after his sixth birthday party and violently threw-up, hopefully that was due to not being able to count how many sausage rolls, crisps, cheese and pickle sandwiches, cakes, jellies, ice creams, banana milk shakes he’d comsumed. Now I’m feeding his six and four year old siblings Miss Emily and Master John, along with his Lordship when her Ladyship goes to bridge and thinks she doesn’t know.

Mister Mills is close to fifty and he is… Well to be honest his job is the home; Butler, house keeper, Chauffeur, does everything apart from cooking meals, day to day cleaning and children. There are five women who come in for the other duties and I think they work out times to suit themselves, collectively they are known as Sally.

Master Thomas is away at school for six week periods six terms per year. Master John and Miss Emily are at local Prep school and not due home for another three hours.

The bell rang again a few minutes later but from my position I could not see the indicator board. A little while later the bell rang again and I was starting to get chilly. I was starting to hurt and my feet were freezing. The bell rang again and woke me, the second time that happned I noted the children were due home in twenty minutes meaning I’d been tied up for two and a half hours since Mister Mills went to respond to the bell. I knew something bad had happened.

Some of you might be saying; ‘Hang on a minute, thirty year old virgin breastfeeding the family and having regular sex with the Butler’. And you would be right. I always considered myself to be asexual or at the very minimum gay as I’d had a few female friends where intimate contact had been common. However the only thing that has ever found its way into my little ol’ cunny hole is the regular pile of tampons and my fingers.

As a ten year old one of my girl friends came to live with us for six weeks when her father was posted elsewhere for work, her bed was installed in my room but the big adventure of semipermanent sleepovers began. The six weeks turned into twelve then six months, a year and then the time stopped being counted. We often shared a bed, especially in the winter to be warmer. Our girly games progressed into more intimate contact as we compared our changing bodies and together we discovered breast play and sucking which I loved. Between us we researched the facts of life in our selection of reference books at home, we had an encyclopedia which ran to five volumes and about eighteen shelf inches which gave us a good headstart and other terms to research, we also had a big book in the book case which had been in the family for well over one hundred years from the time my grandmother several generations back was in service and the whole cycle of pregnancy, child birth and breastfeeding was described in great detail for the fatih escort position of nanny or nursery nurse including the requirements for the position of ‘wet nurse’. I was hooked, we both were, and we made the decision to go through the process of lactation from that book. There were a selection of no longer available substances mentioned but my friends father worked for a pharmaceutical company and she knew some of his colleagues including one who knew someone who was prepared to provide the modern equivalent. It took nearly a year for both of us to properly produce milk but once we’d started it was just a question of keep suckling to encourage more. Our nightly and morning routines for a long time was at least fifteen minutes of breastfeeding on each breast each and we joked about sixty-nining as we suckled each other.

I’m sure you have all heard of ‘tit men’ well I’m a ‘tit girl’ and love to suckle and be suckled, I really loved the way my nipples looked so big and long compared to all the others my age when we changed for games and showered. At the age of eighteen I fell and broke some ribs which punctured a lung, I really wasn’t well and had several lots of surgery. The hospital consultant quickly realised my lactating state and asked about my baby while I was in hospital. Oh boy did the wheels turn quickly and a lactation speciallist from maternity rapidly came to visit, I was soon provided with a breastpump and happily sat there for a long time everyday providing milk. The pump felt gorgeous and gave me regular orgasms, not the same as a real experienced mouth but a gorgeous alternative. I’m sure they kept me in hospital much longer than it would have otherwise been for my supply of milk and I didn’t have a problem with that. I went for walks around the coridoors daily, one lovely sunny day I headed out to the fish pond and sat on the bench watching the fish for a couple of hours and seeing the signs for maternity on the way back and feeling the weight in my breasts coupled with the noise of a crying baby followed my instinct. A new mother and baby were struggling to feed and the presence of the lactation specialist offering advice didn’t seem to make any difference. I could feel the let-down starting and offered my service, straight away the baby latched onto my longer nipples and instantly I discovered my vocation.

That first orgasm from a babies suckling was almost instant and I was hooked.

Through hospital contacts I was in almost constant demand and a year later I left my horrible office job to live-in as a wet nurse until the decision to wean was made. Two more fairly short term jobs later I found myself being introduced to Master Thomas.

I’d been living here for two years before the intimacy of living together, I don’t mean as partners or lovers, rather the intimacy of living and sharing my working and social space with Mister Mills had gradually developed to a more friendly relationship with little touches and very occassional hugs as a family would and another couple of years later there was a completely accidental intimate contact between face and naked breast, in fact it could have been a very nasty situation. He took Miss Emily from me when she had finished feeding and for some reason the cosy chair slipped when I stood. I reached out and somehow knocked his arm which basically made Miss Emily fall and put Mister Mills off balance. Fortunately I fell back into the chair in a very reclined position and Miss Emily landed on my lap with the horriffic sound of Mister Mills knee cap cracking on the hard slate floor and his head hard against my naked breast. His teeth left a very obvious bleeding bite mark above and partly in my areola.

After surgery to insert a pin in the broken patella, Mister Mills spent two days in hospital, our relationship changed rapidly as we shared more duties when he returned very heavily strapped up, Mister Mills became a dab hand at changing nappies and rocking them to sleep while I did some of the more mobile jobs. We laughed about the Dracula style bite mark and looking like a nipple piercing where his canine teeth had made the punctures nearly an inch apart in my areola. However with the increased physical contact during baby handling came an increasingly intimate environment and little hugs grew until they were inappropriate.

Mister Mills knee cap healed well according to the second check-up and my bite mark faded almost to nothing in eight weeks. And then…

I’d fed Master John and stood from the cosy chair, Mister Mills took my place to do the rocking to sleep part and as I bent to place him in his arms a big drip of milk formed on my nipple, normally I’d use the muzzy to wipe it but that was already on Mister Mills shoulder and trapped, he saw the drip and suggested I move closer to let him clean it and held out his tongue. This was the first time Mister Mills had ever shown any interest, well apart from the bite, and being so accustomed to my breasts being shared by three children and their father at çapa escort this point it didn’t feel particularly strange to let him lick me clean, it was just that, a couple of licks and done.

The line had been crossed.

Mister Mills bedroom is in the basement servants quarters whereas mine is on the second floor with the childrens rooms. Several days after that simple action I went to the kitchen late at night for a snack and heard the unmistakable sound of wanking and my name. After that we seemed to grow much closer.

My uniform, well not actually a uniform, more a suggestion for plain dark skirt and white top. I had a selection of both with skirts at about knee length, his Lordship had commented favourably a couple of times when I had worn one which is a little shorter and in the summer I’d always liked them shorter so I started wearing some heavily pleated skirts, some of which were only a couple of inches below fanny level which I only wore when her Ladyship was at her regular Bridge meetings.

Mister Mills started cupping my arse at any oportunity and when very short he would get his hand under it. He would watch me breastfeeding and I’d watch the lump grow in his immaculately pressed black Chinos. He’d often lick me clean after feeding and I would try to leave a drop there for him. I’d leave blouse buttons undone to let him have a decent view. Yes we were teasing each other something rotten and then one day I was standing at the refrectory table sorting childrens clothes, I happened to be bending right forwards to reach something, actually I can say I was placing one of Miss Emilys cardigans on a pile, when Mister Mills came in the room, at the time I was wearing one of the shortest skirts in a very dark maroon colour and I imagine my knickers were on prominant display to him. It was the first time he stood behind me and rubbed his erection against my bum, when I didn’t try to stop him he pulled my knickers down and I suddenly realised that firm thing against a buttock wasn’t a hand.

The instant I said to stop he did and started apologising, after returning his willy to his underpants he left the room. It must have been an hour later I saw him again and a fairly uncomfortable conversation where I explained I was a virgin brought us back to an even keel. Not long after that two of the Sally’s were there and I walked in into the room as one said her husband fucked her arse a bit rough and was still hurting, the other suggested using haemeroid cream. I joined in and asked what they were saying as it didn’t make sense. Wow did I get a surprise as the conversation elaborated on the detail of my previously unknown form of sexual activity. It had never occurred to me that anything went into a rectum, that anything could go into a rectum and the Sally’s found some amusement in that, and amazement that I’d never had sex.

Well there was some trepidation when I had a little play later and my pucker stayed firmly puckered, I really thought they had been having a laugh with me and next time one of them was there another conversation took place. Later on that evening I tried the things she suggested and I was quite surprised how my rectum reacted, I used zinc and caster oil as a lubricant and it didn’t take long for my finger tip to happily slip inside. That led to going a little further each time and the first time my middle was buried to the hilt felt strange but surprisingly comfortable. A few weeks of playing and suddenly a second finger could slot in beside the first. The downside to my new found experimentation was the mess and the changes to my bowel movements, oh and feeling a bit sore in the morning.

I’d had several little secret chats with Sally about my progress and the day I mentioned I’d had three fingers in my bottom she cackled and told me it was time to get arse fucked, at that time I’d have never used those words but in the last month or so I’d learnt a lot f new things from those two Sally’s, and some new words.

I started thinking about it, a lot about it, and started wondering why I was so nervous to relinquish my virginity. I started thinking about Mister Mills and the way he left the room when I said to stop when he got his penis out and rubbed it on my naked buttock, I started thinking about…

In my bed at night with two or three fingers in my bottom, and sometimes the pinky would fit in too, I’d wonder what it would feel like if it wasn’t my fingers mixing with the faeces, what it would feel like if it was something more penis shaped. A cold plastic hairbrush handle didn’t do it for me somehow and my mind was heading towards… Oh to hell with it I was dreaming about Mister Mills putting his penis in my bottom.

I did dream too, my dream was simply a repeat of the time I bent over the table and Mister Mills pulled my knickers down to my thighs then pushed his penis in my bottom and that was it as I didn’t know what else to expect. It felt good, of course it felt good, it was supposed to feel good but that was all I felt, just güngören escort like the old Loony Tunes cartoons where Bugs Bunny says “That’s all Folks” at the end. Except my dream didn’t fade to black like the cartoon, I was bent over the refrectry table with Mister Mills penis filling my rectum and yes it felt good although I didn’t know what good was supposed to feel like.

I had no idea what KY jelly was or what it was used for when Sally passed me the paper bag but another little chat later I did and later on I practiced with it instead of the zinc and castor oil, oh yes it was much better. To find out how much better I found myself checking every night…

Their Lord and Ladyships have a regular appointment every eighth day and we take advantage by getting some work done knowing we will not have to respond to the bell. I had a pile of the childrens laundered clothes on the refrectory table, just like the time Mister Mills exposed himself to me and I carefully positioned a new tube of KY jelly where it would be obvious, the ironing board was at rightangles to the table and yes I was ironing the clothes and placing them in appropriate piles, just like I regularly do except I was on the opposite side of the table with my back to the door.

Being an old property designed for service staff the big and heavy door between ‘the house’ and the basement is a thing with a substantial metal latch so from the moment someone starts opening it there is probably two seconds between the metalic clunking to being opened enough to see within, I knew there was no-one else present so the moment I heard the noise I grabbed a cardigan and bent over to place it on the furthest pile. This was back in the summer of 1995 which some on here will remember was somewhat warm, I paired my shortest and thinnest skirt, which started out as a lightweight petticoat and well over twice the length, with the smallest knickers I had. Thongs were very much in fashion with a ‘whale tale’ but I didn’t wear them very often due to constantly bending over with the children. I was wearing one that day with the dental floss right in my bottom cleavage, I’d been practicing so I knew my little white whale tail was totally on display below my little black diaphanous skirt.

I knew by the intake of breath and grunt that Mister Mills saw the display the moment the door had opened sufficiently, he came straight over and after placing the breakfast tray on the ironing board gently smacked my bottom, said I was a naughty girl then rubbed both buttocks. I looked down between my arm and the polished table to the very obvious tent in Mister Mills black Chino’s and wriggled my bum.

He was still rubbing my buttocks when he asked about the tube of jelly and all I did in responce was wriggle my bum some more, I tried to move far enough sideways for his fingers to slip into my cleft but it took about five or six movements and then I pushed back against his hand. I was on a roll now as I felt him fiddling, it may seem like a strange description but I couldn’t see what he was doing, I could feel touches all round, from above my anus to way round above my clitoris and continued wriggling against his touches until… until I felt a finger feeling at my fanny lips and I said not to go there.

As good as gold he moved his finger away and fiddled with my clitoris for a while, each time I felt pushing against my fanny I repeated to not go there but then I felt the unmistakable touch of something slap bang on target and my anus reacted to it. Again I pushed back towards the touch and it stayed there, I guessed it was a finger and it wriggled.

I reached out to the tube of KY and Mister Mills hand got there first, the contact with my anal sphincter ceased and a few moments later returned with the very unmistakable feeling of cold jelly and the firm touch within the blob of jelly, I pushed against it and did one of my trying to poo actions to relax my sphincter and for the first time I felt my anal invasion by someone elses action. The rest was very slow, light pressure and a little twisting and I felt the finger very slowly going all the way in, it must have taken three or four minutes and felt so delicious, I liked the way it was all unhuried and tender and when I felt his hand flat against my buttocks. The surprise was Mister Mills pulling or rolling his finger towards his palm. All of my playing had been from the front so rolling my fingers forwards had always been towards my fanny, his similar action was backwards and also catching the bottom of my spine. I could beel my muscles relaxing to accept his touch, I assumed he could feel it too as he started gentle in/out movements and then the invasion of a second digit.

Oh it felt good and I repeated the pushing and pooing action to let the second finger in and fairly quickly with some more of the cold jelly a third and fourth joined them, the strange actions by four bigger fingers than mine felt good, really good, very good, so good I started clenching my buttocks and getting aggitated. My arms pushed forwards, knocking some of the clean clothes to the floor, to hold on to the far side of the oak surface as I clenced very hard in my first ever orgasm by someone elses ministrations, I froze with everything tensed for ages as Mister Mills continuing little movements helped the wave after wave of orgasmic sensations ripple through me.

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Hi all this is Reema a 51 year old Bengali housewife.

This incident is of 2002 when I was just 28 years old.

I was married at the age of 23 with my boyfriend Tarun.

In 2002 I was staying in Vishakhapatnam with my husband and my son.

I used to drive scooter that time for local conveyance in Vishakhapatnam.

I was very beautiful woman then with a lovely face big eyes and long hair 34 breast 28 waist and 40 buttocks. I normally used to wear Sarees and sometime when I used to ride with my husband, to be comfortable I used to wear jeans.

My husband always used to say that when I walk on the streets of market etc to buy vegetable and household things, he noticed that men of all ages used to ogle at me with lust filled eyes. He told me one day that my heavy protruded ass looks very inviting in my saree and jeans.

Sometime in august 2002 I went one evening to meet one of my friends.

While returning at about 8pm on my scooter, heavy rain started. I stopped near a bus stand and went under the shed to protect myself from getting drenched. I was in a light green chiffon saree. The bus stand shed was very small and it was raining cats and dogs. Somehow my upper body was saved but saree on my lower body was completely wet and stuck on my shapely protruded butts and thighs. It was bit dark there as the street lights were off may be due to heavy rain.. very less light was there that coming from nearby houses on the other side of the road. Suddenly another motorcycle came and stopped there near the bus stand where I was taking shelter.

A tall guy got down from the motorcycle and walked in. He stood some 3-4 feet away from me.

I was happy that I was not alone there, but today I think that it would have been better that day if I was alone there.

However, it was bit dark there but I could sense that this guy on my right is repeatedly looking towards me. Once I just glanced at his direction and found that his eyes were fixed on my behind.. which was I think attracting him and was giving him the idea of the true shape of my sharply raised buts.

Then suddenly he advanced and placed his left hand palm on my right ass cheek and gave a tight squeeze.. I was so much surprised by his move that for few seconds I couldn’t utter anything. Then I shouted on him and he caught me tightly with his left hand and placing this right palm on my mouth he warned me.. Hey madam…!! don’t sought… its raining heavily and no one will be able to listed to you and no one can come for saving you in this condition.

What you want.. go away from me.. don’t touch me..

I uttered when he removed his palm from my mouth..

Ssssssss….. shut your mouth and let me play with your protruded solid buttocks.. these are too shapely and tender.

Then he holding me tight with his left hand opened his zip with right hand and took his long fat erected dick out. And pulled my right hand and placed mecidiyeköy escort on his dick.. “Hold it baby.. play with it Madam..” Ohh… it was huge.. double of the size of my husband.. I pulled my hand with fear.. he leaned on my face and kissed on my right cheek and pulled my hand this time tightly and forced me to hold his dick again and by holding my hand he made me to masturbate him.. Mere lund ko mutth maro madam ji.. aak aap isi lund se is barish mein chudne wali ho.. ise taiyaar karo apne under lene ke liye.. (Masturbate my cock madam ji.. you are going to get fucked with this cock in this rain.. prepare it to take it inside you..).

I understood that I am going to get fucked by him with this monster cock so I started pleading and asking him to leave me.. Please… chhod deejiye… mat keejiye ye sab mere saath maine aaj tak apne pati ke alawa kisi ke saath ye sab nahin kiya hai… please.. (Please… leave me… don’t do all this to me. I have never done all this with anyone except my husband… please..)

He asked me then.. Is my dick bigger than your husband..?

I was not intelligent enough that time but later I realized that if had said “No” to him at that time, his moral would have gone down and I would have been spared.

Men’s ego can only be heart and you can make them loose erection by saying the following things.. You can’t satisfy me because you cum too early, your cock is small, you are too fat and bad looking etc..

When he asked me if his dick was bigger than my husband, I foolishly said “Yes”. Oh.. and then he became very exited and very fast he made me to move my hand up and down on his cock.

And with his left hand he very roughly started squeezing my buttocks from above the saree. Ohh.. kya gaand hai aapki Madam.. kitne bade aur uthe huye chutad hain aapke madam.. kya kabhi pahale gaand marwai hai kisi se.. (Ohh.. what an ass you have madam.. what a big and raised buttocks you have madam.. have you ever had your ass fucked by someone before).?

I fearfully said Nooo… and then he was more happy and said… oh to iska matlab main wo kismet wala insaan hun jo aaj aapki is bade bade chutadon wali kunwari gaand ko apne is bade aur mote lund se chod kar faadega.. (Oh so this means that I am that lucky person who will tear apart your anus between these big buttocks with my big and thick dick today). Hearing this I was too much horrified and tried to push him and run away.. but he caught me very tightly and bent me on the fixed steel seat and started pulling my saree from behind. I tried my best to get free but he was a muscular guy and very strong.. he successfully pulled my saree up above my buttocks and pulled my panty down just below my buttocks and started squeezing my naked buttock too badly digging his nails sometimes on my tender cheeks..

I have now started crying, pleading and requesting him to leave beşiktaş escort me but he was seems to have gone mad on seeing my protruded tender naked buttock and fully decided to sodomize me today.. and that was going to be really painful I knew it well.. then he went down on his knees and spreading by ass cheeks he started licking my asshole. While licking my asshole he was saying… Oh Madam.. what a lovely tight ass hole you have madam.. and smell of your anus is very erotic.. today I going to fuck your this brown virgin wrinkled hole.. the shape of your ass is so beautiful madam.. and do you know. your asshole is visible even if your buttocks are joined together, means need not to hold and place cock at your ass hole.. it will automatically touch your asshole if it just touches the right place between your ass globes. This was a kind of discovery this guy did on my body. what the hell … chheee …

This guy kept of licking and shucking my ass hole for some 10 minutes… squeezing roughly my ass cheeks with his both hands.. some time he used to remove his right hand and then again that hand used to fall on my ass cheeks.. I understood that during the time his right hand used to go down on his cock to let that monster know that his food is being prepared.. may be..

After some time he got up. And tightly caught me with his right hand and with his left hand he placed his cock between my ass globes (may be at the same spot he discovered). Then he started pushing in… aaaaahhhhh….Aaaahhhhhh…. …aaahhhh…. nnnoooo…. nnnoooo…. Pleaseeeee…. Uuuff…

I cried out in pain when is monster entered my un touched 28 years old virgin asshole.. Then he placed his left palm on my mouth and holding me tightly with his right hand he very slowly started buggering me.. the more his cock was entering me. It was toooo… painful and I was not able to cry also.. the worst situation I was in … I never thought in my wildest dream ever that I will be sodomized by any one..

And that was happening with me.. A stranger was forcefully sodomizing me in a public place.. taking the full advantage of the time, darkness and heavy rain..

After some 5-10 minutes, he was fully in.. now he was now sodomizing me by fulling and pushing his 9 inch cock. His speed started increasing… then intentionally he removed the hand from my mouth.. I was screaming and crying and he was very roughly sodomizing me from behind bending me from behind the steel chair of the bus stand..

Ahhh… Madam.. Ji… bahut maza aa raha hai aapki kuwnari gaand ko chodne mein… bahut garmi hai aapke gaand ke under madam ji… bahut tight hai aapke gaand ke under ka rasta..

Aaj meri barson ki ichcha puri ho rahi hai… hamesh ase main kisi shadi shuda aurat ki jabardsti gaand maarna chahta tha..

Meri to abhi shadi nahin hui hai.. par ab pata chala ki ek jawan khoobsurat aurat ki etiler escort gaand maarne mein kitna maza aata hai.. bahut maza aa raha hai aapki gaand maarne mein madam ji.. bahut bade bade chutad hain aapke.. in chutadon ko dekh kar aapki gaand maare bina koi kaise chhod sakta hai.. (Ahhh… Madam.. Ji… I am enjoying a lot fucking your virgin asshole… It is very hot under your ass Madam ji… The path inside your ass is very tight…

Today my years long desire is getting fulfilled… I always wanted to forcefully fuck a married woman’s ass…

I am not married yet… but now I know how much fun it is to fuck a young beautiful woman’s ass… I am enjoying a lot fucking your ass Madam ji… Your butts are very big… How can someone leave you without fucking your ass after seeing these heavy tender globes..).

I was crying and screaming and he was very roughly sodomizing me..

For next 45 minutes almost, I was mercilessly sodomized by this guy.. and then he entered the full length for last time deep in my asshole and started ejaculating his semen in my anal channel.

Puk… a sound came when he pulled his cock out.

He put his fleeced cock in his pant.. managed his cloths and left in rain itself.

My ass was paining but then somehow I managed my clothes and left in rain.

On reaching home.. I saw my husband is playing with my son. I was fully drenched and ran to the wash room.

I silently cried for sometime in the washroom and then changed and came back.

That night I made passionate love with my hubby… may be by doing so, I was repenting for the sin I had committed today by letting my body been inappropriately and unnaturally used by a stranger.

After some two months of this incident, one day me and my husband went to one of our relative’s home.

I worn that day the same chiffon saree..

On reaching back home, my husband praised me saying my ass is looking terrific in this saree. As my son already slept on our way home. I asked my hubby to stay in the leaving room and not to change anything.. told him not to even remove his shoes.

I came back after making my son sleep on the bed.

Then I pushed my hubby towards the door.. he was not able to understand what was happening..

I went down on my knees. Pulled his zip and pulled out his cock and started shucking him.. he was happily surprized with my new way of sexual advancement. After shucking him and making him fully erect.. I pulled him behind the sofa. Lifted my saree and underskirt. Pushed my panty down.. and sked him in Bengali… “aajke aamar monbhore pod maro tarun..aaj aami aamar pod marate chai.. tomake aamar pod khoob bhalo lage na.. aaj aamr mon bhore pod maaro tarun..(Tarun, fuck my ass to your heart’s content today.. Today I want you to fuck my ass.. You like my buttocks a lot, right..? Tarun, fuck my ass to your heart’s content today).

Tarun was very happy and then he fucked me in the ass for first time. That day I supported him to get full enjoyment of anal sex with a woman. He kept on praising my beauty through the anal sex session.. that night I got my ass fucked by Tarun many times. in different places in our house, and yes.. in all those different cloths in which Tarun had ever praised me for the beauty of my ass.

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