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It has been a several years since my dirty yet amazing gloryhole experience. At that time, I was 18 years old and still in high school. It was supposed to be a sneaky one time experimentation which turned into a nine month long, multi-visit, wonderful cock sucking experience that has never left my memory.

I have always had an oral fixation when it comes to sex but there was just something about sucking an anonymous stranger’s hard penis that would produce for me the strongest orgasms imaginable. When those faceless dicks would explode in my mouth, I would swallow load after load to help propel my climaxes to another level. It was a great masturbatory aid because each and every experience at the gloryhole was so sleazy and filthy and perfect!

After accidentally discovering that one of the men I was sucking off at the adult store, The Power of Love, was my boyfriend’s father, I stopped going because it seemed weird. In addition to that incident, I also thought it was time because of some of the dangers that lurk for a young girl in places like that. During that nine months, I estimated sucking off nearly a thousand cocks even though many were repeat customers. It was truly addicting.

My love for giving blowjobs seemed to be a blessing and a curse. Of course my boyfriends throughout the rest of my high school and college years enjoyed me sucking them daily but not so much when they found out I had sucked other guys while we dated. That habit was the primary reason for my failed relationships but I couldn’t help myself. There were just so many tempting situations arousing to me but unflattering to my exes. Of course I couldn’t blame them as I took full responsibility.

Twice while at a party, my boyfriend would be downstairs talking with friends and I would be in the bathroom blowing a guy I had just met and swallowing his thick cum. Another time, a different boyfriend and I were at a cookout and while he was at the picnic table with his buddy eating a hot dog, I was around the back of the house inside the shed thingy, sitting on a turned over bucket, eating another one of his buddy’s hot dog. One other incident that comes to mind is the time while at USC, I was dating a cute accounting major from Fresno and I ended up sucking off three guys who lived in my apartment complex at 9 o’clock in the morning. I can still remember simultaneously deepthroating one of them while holding my phone up over his stomach and texting my boyfriend. What was wrong with me?

Sucking off guys I had just met, tied my desires into the gloryhole experience. That thrill is what I craved maybe just as much as the cum. The problem with suffering from a cock sucking addiction is that guys can’t keep quiet. They talk and eventually a girl’s actions are no longer discreet. That made it difficult to settle down with any one guy.

That changed when I graduated from college. As a 23 year old girl, I was interviewed for my first job by an older gentleman named Philip. He was a sweet 59 year old career ex-veteran but in spite of our huge age difference, I found him handsome and charming. I know it is very cliché, but only a few questions into the interview, I ended up on my knees behind his desk bobbing my head up and down on his cock. Needless to say, I got the job and he said I would have gotten it even without the amazing blowjob.

Fast forward my life two years and Philip and I got married. My parents liked him as a person but of course they disapproved of our marriage because he was a decade older than even them. I didn’t care because Philip treated me like a queen. We moved into a large two-story brick home on the edge of 80 acres of woods located in the country. We also owned a second house in the Colorado Mountains. It took some time to get used to living away from people since I had grown up in suburbia Los Angeles.

It was ironic, Philip was my boss at work but I was the boss at home and he didn’t mind. I had just started my working career while he neared his second retirement. His biggest hobby became projects around the house. He was either building something in the yard like a retaining wall, garden, or fountain. If he couldn’t do it himself, he hired someone to do it for us. Our home was becoming immaculate.

One of the perks Philip received from being married to me, albeit only six months, was all the sex he could handle. However, as a 61 year old man, his mind was willing but his body was having trouble keeping up. Every day, I would give him a blowjob either at work or as soon as we got home then ask him to make love to me before we went to bed. Don’t get me wrong, he loved it but I was physically wearing him out. On one of those days, we were in his office with him lying on his leather couch with me kneeling beside it sucking him off. He held my head down on it and blasted his load in my mouth before sitting it up with a satisfied look in his eyes.

As he was pulling his pants back up, Philip exhaled, “You are the best at giving head. You must izmit escort have had lots of practice before we got together. How many guy have to done that too?”

I was wiping the corners of my mouth with my thumb when I responded, “You have never asked me about my sex before you and I got together. Why do you want to know?”

“I honestly don’t care, I was just curious. Nobody gets that good without at least some experience. This old man isn’t dumb enough to think that a five foot six blonde girl like you with a great body who has been to college, can’t get any guy she wants. I know my penis isn’t huge but it is six and a half inches long and you swallow it like it’s nothing,” he continued while tucking his shirt in.

Our relationship was built on honesty so I worriedly asked, “Do you really want to know?”

He nodded his head so I began to confess, “OK I will tell you but you can’t get mad. You know from experience how much I love sucking dick. Before I went to college, I experimented at a gloryhole.”

Philip smiled, “Really? Somehow I can believe that. Did you enjoy it?”

My eyes lit up, “Oh my God, enjoy isn’t the word! I loved it!”

He laughed, “So how many did you suck off when you visited that day?”

I paused then lifted one cheek and cringed in hesitation, “Well…it wasn’t just one time. I was going a few times a week for almost a year. You said you wouldn’t get mad, but when it was all said and done, it was hundreds.”

His reaction was the opposite from what I anticipated when his tone of voice was that of excitement, “Wow! That is great. It all makes sense now. My wife the professional blowjob artist. No wonder you are simply fantastic at doing it because you have sucked five hundred cocks in your young life.”

I looked down at the floor then looked up slowly, “Uhhh…that is a very low number. One time I tried to figure it up and I would estimate probably closer to nine hundred. If you add that to all the blowjobs I gave in high school and college, my total is around eleven hundred.”

He gasped, “Are you serious? You are telling me that my 25 year old wife has sucked off over one thousand and one hundred dicks?”

I nodded, “Some of them are repeated of course, but yes, I swallowed at least that many loads in my day but I will say I have not sucked any since we got married. I swear.”

He tilted his head, “What about the two years that we were dating? Be honest.”

With a wide grin, I answered my husband, “Guilty. Honey, you know me, I need to suck cock and I will confess that I did it many times even with guys here at work…but…I never had sex with anyone the entire time. My pussy has belonged to you.”

He shook his head, “You are amazing…do you know that? Hey, what can I say, I still can’t figure out why you love an old grizzled guy like me so if my baby sucked a little dick on the side, who am I to question it?”

I adjusted my dress and kissed him on the cheek, “You are best, do you know that? By the way, you are not grizzled or old. You are my handsome mature husband and I love you.”

From that point forward, Philip would want me to give him details about the cocks I sucked at the gloryhole just before I blew him. It was an incredible aphrodisiac for him and not only would he get harder, he would cum quicker. It was definitely a win/win situation.

We began adding more and more outside stimulation to our already great sex life. In addition to me regaling him with my past blowjob experiences, we also would look at gloryhole porn and read stories together before we made love. I would be so wet and Philip would fuck me like he was a teenager again.

One night while scanning Literotica stories and Philip in the shower, I found the perfect one. The story was called, “Just a Little Kink” by a couple tag name of Stewartlinda. As I read it, I became wetter and wetter. It was a story about a wife who has the same oral craving affliction as myself and her husband built her a gloryhole booth in their garage which started the hot true tale.

When Philip walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist, I was in full masturbation mode. My laptop was opened between my legs and as I read, my fingers were rubbing my clit like I was trying to erase a mistake. As he continued to voyeur, I arched my back, screamed and let out a much needed powerful orgasm! Taking his towel and drying the rest of his partially gray haired body, I stopped reading and stared at his growing cock which by then was about half erect.

He chuckled, “That must have been a great story. Care to share?”

I pointed to the screen, “This is my ultimate fantasy.” I explained to my husband the plot of the story and how wonderful it would be to have my own personal gloryhole to use anytime I desired.

Because I was so horny, he was the same. He sat against the bed headboard reading the rest of the story aloud to me while I sucked his cock. It wasn’t izmit escort bayan long before he was grunting and shooting his spunk into my mouth. When he finished cumming, Philip used my vibrator and dildo on me until I climaxed three more times.

When we finished, he told me that I needed to pack my bags because he was sending me on a two-week training for the company in Colorado. I would stay in our second home but also could take two girls out of our office with me. I was so excited because it was going to be fun in addition to learning more about the business. Philip said, “I’m not going to be there much longer and I want you to someday take over.”

Before I flew out on that next Monday morning with my girls Tayte and Heather, Philip kissed me and gave his blessing, “Honey, feel free to have some extra fun while you are out there…just be sure you tell me all about it when you get back.”

We three did not disappoint ourselves. We compiled note after note on our computers during the day and partied every night. Every day we looked great while wearing our skirts, dresses, lady business suits, hose, high heels, boots, and much more while on our fourteen day excursion. Tayte hooked up with a 38 year old businessman and Heather had two younger guys to occupy her for the two weeks.

For me, I was like a predator in a room full of prey. I blew twelve different men in the fourteen days. Of those dozen blowjobs, my favorite was a black man who presented on the third day. He was a 6’5, black, 30 year old human resource specialist who was so hot, I almost fucked him. We ended up in an upscale hotel room with me first sucking off that big eight inch dong before he licked my pussy to two amazing climaxes. After a brief rest, we sixty-nined until he fed me a second load while I orgasmed in his mouth twice more.

The two weeks had ended and Philip picked me up at airport. I was exhausted and slept soundly as I rode home. When I awoke just before we pulled into the driveway, I noticed there had been construction to the property and changes to the back of the house.

After my hubby had carried my things into the house, he excitedly invited, “Come on, I want to show you what I have been doing while you were gone. Well actually, I hired it out but you are going to love it.”

We walked through the house and into the very back bedroom was a door where there used to be a wall. Philip opened the door and there it was. After scanning the small added-on room conjoined onto that bedroom like a hotel suite, I looked up at him and he stated proudly, “There you go Honey. You’re very own gloryhole booth…complete with some modern technologies.”

I was so happy. I hugged Philip and he couldn’t wait to show me all the added features. My gloryhole booth was eight feet by eight feet. The “hole” was actually a vertical rectangle opening to account for the height differences of the “customers.” There was a sophisticated sliding door cover over it with a deadbolt lock. Next to the opening was a switch and when turned on, there would be a neon OPEN light on the outside wall that turned on just like you would see at a business.

Higher than the hole was a one way window where I couldn’t see out but the man standing there could see inside to visually aid in his pleasure by watching me service him. Inside the room was a small padded adjustable stool, a three inch tri-fold mat for my knees, and an exercise Gymnic ball to sit on. He said my safety, discretion and comfort were his top priorities.

We walked around to the back of the house and the set up was well designed. The woods was two hundred yards from our backyard and Philip had a small paved parking area built beside it that was hidden from the road with a separate driveway leading to it. From the lot, there was a concrete walkway for the guys to come to the house.

Connected onto my gloryhole room was a standing room so the guys would not have to be outside. It was finished with a smooth concrete floor containing a funnel drain built-in like a shower so that it could be cleaned easily. Between the thin peek window and the gloryhole was two oven-like handles attached to the wall so the guy could hang on for better balance. Off to the side was a button that buzzed into the house to signal me if somebody was in the room waiting for servicing. When the OPEN light was turned off, the buzzer was as well.

After pressing it a couple of times, I hugged Philip again and thanked him, “I don’t know what to say. This is…incredible. I can’t believe you went through all that work just for me.”

He winked, “It wasn’t easy getting all this done in two weeks but you are worth it. If my baby wants cock, she is gonna get cock.”

I suggested, “And I think my very first customer should be my loving husband. What do you say?” Before he responded, I added, “Oh wait, let me go into the house so you can ring the buzzer.”

When I got back kocaeli escort into the house, sure enough, the buzz sounded like someone getting permission in an apartment complex. I entered into the gloryhole room and Philip already had his pants down with his cock and balls exposed in the opening. I giggled and sat on my stool. Pretending that he was a stranger, I slowly cupped and fondled his balls before latching my mouth onto his soft cock. I sucked the rubbery organ until it began to stiffen.

I felt the same tingle in my pussy that I had felt years before while in the gloryhole booth. I sucked and jerked Philip’s meat until it began to throb. He was close so I swallowed and beat it faster until he thrusted his hips forward and shot his cum into the back of my throat. I quickly pulled it out of my mouth and stroked the rest of every squirt onto my face in an attempt to christen it.

When the shooting stopped and my with my face a mess, I giggled, “One down and many more to go.”

He laughed and headed back into the house while I went to the bathroom and wiped off my facial. He watched TV while I went to my bedroom to masturbate. Using my thick real feel dildo, I laid on my bed with my legs spread wide and rubbed, dipped, and plunged it into myself while thinking about sucking cock through the gloryhole. I didn’t stop until I had squirted onto the sheets in satisfaction.

Monday at work, Philip called me into his office to show me on his computer that he had placed an ad on Craigslist for my new home-based gloryhole. On the ad, he gave directions to the hidden drive by the woods, explained that if the neon light is on, then ring the buzzer and how I would tweet out my open hours excluding walk ups. He had no idea how to do that so I created the Twitter account and put that into the ad. We posted it and then I was ready. My pussy was gooey the rest of the day.

By lunch time, I tweeted out that I would be “open for business” from 5:30 to 7:30 that evening. After knowing it was out there online, I was horny and needed to suck some dick. I got home around 5:15, dropped my keys and purse onto the table. I like to be naked or nearly naked when I suck so I removed my clothing. I gathered my glass of water, headband, and curved wand vibrator with an egg on the end. I entered the gloryhole room and turned on the lights. Nobody was there so I had time to put the band in to keep my hair back.

From the anticipation all day at work, I was able to buzz two orgasms from myself while sitting on the stool with my legs spread. Finally, a man in dress slacks entered and I could hear the jingle of his belt buckle. He had no idea I was already in the room so he pushed the buzzer and put his half erect uncircumcised cock thought the opening. His entire crotch was hairy which was mostly gray so I knew he was older and judging by his pants, he was probably a white collar worker. I slid his foreskin back and licked the exposed head.

I gobbled his penis but quickly had to pause to fish a pubic hair out of my mouth. I went back and sucked it until it ballooned into a rock hard six inches. I bobbed all the way down as each descent allowed his thick pubic hair to tickle my nostrils. I could hear him moan through the wall and he whispered, “Yeah! That feels great. I needed this.” Little did he know, that was exactly my sentiments as I was vibrating my clit with the toy while I serviced him.

I sucked and sucked and within ten minutes, he knocked on the wall, grunted and released a thin warm salty load onto my tongue. It was evident he was no stranger to gloryhole etiquette. As soon as I felt that warmth coagulate in my mouth, my pussy began to twitch in orgasm. I was breathing heavily but stayed locked on until I had squeezed out all the remaining juice from the shaft. I swallowed and he said, “Thank you” before he zipped up and left.

As soon as he walked out, another guy walked in and was wearing athletic shorts. He pulled them down to mid-thigh and out flopped a large cock. It was smooth as glass with a large blue vein running down the side. I put my hand on the base and sucked the head. That guy was much younger and when completely erect, his cock was a very thick eight inches. I jerked the fleshy dong as I hummed during the sucking and masturbated with the other hand. In no time he gurgled, “I’m cummin! Ohhh!”

His orgasm almost choked me. Three or four ropes of sperm filled my mouth before the ejaculating even slowed down. I immediately spasmed again almost losing my cock sucking focus. After jerking out the last spurts, I swallowed it before allowing the hefty, deflating tool to against the wall. The guy pulled it back, lifted his shorts like nothing had happened. There was nobody waiting to replace him for another fifteen minutes. I got a drink of water and began cleaning up before the buzzer called me back.

Standing on the other side was tall slender man with the same type of cock. He unzipped his jeans and stuck it out through the fly. There were no balls to play with and I decided to move the stool rather than adjust it so that I could unfold the mat and get on my knees. My lavender painted toes were pointed backward, pressed against the floor as I dug in to suck another long cock. It wasn’t as thick but the same length as the previous one.

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I saw a circle turning. It felt like I was tied to it, or maybe it was taking me somewhere, but it didn’t seem like a car tire. A wagon wheel is what it reminded me of, with big carved spokes, and each one of them was like a clock hand.

When I woke, we were driving, and I had my head on Rebecca’s shoulder. She had her arm around me. Her smile greeted my tired eyes through the kaleidescope of passing tree shadows, and I settled against her to fall back asleep. Resisting fatigue, I muttered.

“How far?”

“Another hour.” As she kissed my head I knew it was okay to slumber. It was just her and me in her huge red pick-up truck, winding up leisurely into the mountains.

We’d been together for three months. She was my first serious thing after high school, but she’d gone through one marriage and several relationships, though of those she didn’t say much. It was at a bookstore that she’d approached me, offering to pay for some item which I discovered too late I couldn’t afford. A short stroll to the adjacent coffee shop let us get to know each other. Her hair was a wild sandy brown, and the way her firm body filled out her tight, dark bluejeans and suede jacket left me utterly captivated. I regret not being able to listen closely to the things she said, because she was brilliant always well-spoken, but as we hunched over our stale pastries and frappes and laughed about this or that, I heard her confess it was my ass that had convinced her to approach me. We made love that night.

Since then she’d been helping me to postpone college, and otherwise totally corrupting me. I think she felt bad because of the damage it was doing to my self-esteem, her keeping me, but she only made up for it by pampering me all the more. We were both living on a cliff’s edge, anticipating the separation that would reveal the extent of my habitual helplessness, yet wondering if it would ever come. Until it did I had the thrill of being the lover of a radiant, fascinating older woman, and she had whatever it was that she got from being with me.

At the cabin, I had a view of the breathtaking scenery that seemed assembled on the horizon just for our enjoyment. She removed the bags from the bed with an ease that I’d grown accustomed to ignoring, despite my chivalrous nature and proper upbringing. I think she in turn was used to seeing me dazzled by things from her world.

“Don’t fly away,” she chided.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Damn,” I heard her say softly. I turned to see her studying a rosebush by the front door. She hefted the luggage and went inside. After another glimpse of the verdant range beneath us, I made to see what she’d been looking at.

They made me think of silkworms. For all I knew, that’s what they were. A multifaceted jewel of web had encased many of the struggling blooms as the industrious creatures ate and crawled. Rebecca appeared in the doorway with her hands on the frame above her.

“Maybe you can kill those for me later.”

“Okay. I’ll try.”

“It’s true what they say about mountain air, isn’t it?” I stared at her broad, friendly face with its feline eyes, suddenly aware that she was glowing. Before she could set me off, she asked, “Want to go for a hike?” As usual, I was rendered helpless by her charms.

We traversed a wide, sparsely wooded valley, a small stream, and the izmit escort curving side of a hill. When we got back I was exhausted, and took another nap. That time, I dreamed of the worms in the garden eating all the leaves, and covering the cabin and its surrounding area in their white, wispy strands.

The day was done when I woke up in the bedroom, and my initial thought was a fear that I’d ruined my sleep cycle. A slight electronic buzzing drew me out. Rebecca was sitting at her laptop beside a small fire. Otherwise, the interior was dark. I shambled over to her, and she took my hand.

“You get internet out here?” She nodded, licking her lips and putting her mug down.

“It’s satellite. I’m always connected.”

“What are you doing?” I peered at the text hazily. She quickly Xed-out the chat she’d been in, leaving a chart of statistics.

“I’m on break. Some work piled up while we were heading here.” She moved the mouse arrow among different values on the grid, highlighting some and deleting others. Her hand came away from mine to hit digits on the keyboard that appeared in rectangles on the screen. A window popped up featuring hundreds of names of different types, all of which had locations and summaries after them.

“Those are your clients?” I asked.

“Yep. I have to remember their needs, keep in contact, be sensitive to cultural differences when speaking to them, and more. It requires a lot of care, but for a business today a lag can be fatal.”

“I can’t remember a birthday.” She laughed quietly, watching the monitor for changes being made in real time to the data from afar.

“This guy’s a real pig,” she grumbled, pointing at a thumbnail of a man, “at least by Western standards. I have to alternate between male and female perspectives so much I think I’ve started to dissociate from my body.” She turned up at me. “I guess it’s a good thing the Information Age doesn’t require much heavy lifting.” I recollected how little trouble she’d had with our suitcases. Her interest centered completely on the task she’d set herself, and I hovered there dumbly for a moment. Then I meandered toward the bedroom.

When I got there I thought about how I’d kill those worms in the bush outside, and I noticed some books on the shelf of the open closet. I switched on the light to see their titles. They were all economics textbooks, and too boring to read. My next thought was to find a jigsaw puzzle or something similar to occupy myself. A comforter came down on my head as I rummaged around, and after it a shoe box that landed quietly on the fallen bedspread, sending photos tumbling out. As I gathered them up, I glanced at some.

The snapshots were of women, dozens at least, at a rural retreat. Most were in t-shirts of different colors, black spandex pants, and sneakers, and the better part of the pictures had been taken outdoors. Some were in what resembled a ski lodge, or a summer camp’s cafeteria. In a few the ladies brandished trophies, others had them posing arm in arm, and more were stills of an obstacle course being run. I was about to replace the last of the photos when I winced.

“What the fuck?” I whispered. On the profile of one woman in a shiny, form-fitting bottom was the distinctive bulge of a penis. Another image had the same trait. Then I saw a third. izmit escort kızları When I examined any photo, I found the females in it packing meat, or a simulation of it. A happy, skinny redhead in a yellow tee flexed her biceps, and her crotch swelled. A stocky girl in a bathing cap and a soaked t-shirt, smiling at the photographer as she stepped into a lakeside shower, had a thick swell in her men’s boxer briefs. One woman smirked proudly down from a ridge with her shoulders back as her dick saluted in her green gym shorts, the sun’s rays crowning her head. Two jogging blonds both sported erections.

“This has to be fake,” I mumbled. That was when I saw Rebecca, posing for a photo, half-embracing a hippie girl with a devilish grin. Neither was without a tool in her pants. The picture paper-clipped to that one showed them kissing in more normal clothes, and without the phallic prostheses. They were standing at the rosebush by the front of the cabin.

Suddenly nauseous, I picked up all the snapshots, stuffed them into their container, put it away, and turned off the bulb. I trudged over to the bed, and got under the covers. After a couple minutes, I realized I could hear Rebecca typing.

I didn’t sleep, but kept motionless on my side for hours. My thoughts flew as madly in my head as her fingers did on their keys. Finally she came to the door, and called out.

“Matt?” I paused, but replied.

“I’m awake.” She crept across the floor in the low light, clearly energized by her titanic digital labors. Her hands fell upon me and we kissed. A moment later her leg swung over my midsection so she was mounted atop the blanket. I waited as she hesitated on her knees, in the darkness. “What is it?”

She removed her leg and tore the bedding away. Then she grabbed me by the upper arms, and repositioned my body until my head and feet had switched places, and I was again on my back. As she remounted, her lips again reached mine.

Her hips ground carefully in time with the gentle lunges of her torso. Immediately I realized that we weren’t joined in foreplay, but that she had skipped ahead to later stages, and was steadily getting off. Unsure of her wishes, I stroked the taut denim on her solid thighs, and took a light hold of her alluring hips, but without changing her subdued rhythm at all she lifted both her hands from their places beside my head, broke my grips, put my arms down on the bed at my sides, and returned the forward supports of her posture to the mattress.

I gulped and remained still to let her use me, gradually becoming conscious of a division in her attention. Something was on her mind that wasn’t orgasmic pleasure, but which had forced her to economize the effort she could spend to relieve her sexual tension. It was as if dry humping me was all she had time for, though we would be together the whole week.

“Yes,” she cried through stifled laughter. “Mm,” she insisted under a current of choked sobs. She was having no problem coming from rubbing her pelvis on me, it was obvious. When her spine arched and she gasped sharply, I caught sight of her face in the weak illumination given by the distant monitor. Her gaze had stayed locked on the stream of data output while she’d ridden my stationary form. There was a chime from the machine gebze escort as a message arrived for her.

“Shit.” She instantly peeled herself away. “Don’t wander off,” she said without taking her focus from the screen, and left. Her vocal reactions to the news indicated she wouldn’t be horny anytime soon, and I drifted into oblivion.

In my dream, the wooden wheel was turning, this time part of a loom. It spun a fine cord that slowly changed from pale, to gray, to shining black. I followed the line to its source and recoiled in horror at the vision that greeted me; a thick, sickly-pale worm perched loyally on Rebecca’s thigh as she sat naked on a square pedestal of obsidian. Her satisfaction at my presence was lascivious and evil. She raised a beckoning hand as the monster on her leg busily spat its hideous product, inviting me to sit by her. Bound at the ankles in the coiling fiber, I began to rotate where I stood like a spindle, until the rising sheath of ebony mummified me. Waking from the nightmare, I cried out.

Night hung at the window like a curtain, but I wasn’t certain of the date anymore. I clambered out of bed and coughed. At the door I looked for signs of Rebecca. The fire had shrunk to embers but in its faint red I could discern the shoe box on the desk beside her charging laptop. Halfway to it, I froze at the sound of her voice.

“You’re up early.” She was sitting on a stool by the counter with a cup of tea next to her. A large v-neck short-sleeved shirt was all she wore.

“What’s that?” I asked coyly, tilting my head at the photos. She got up and walked to me. Standing at my arm, she exhaled loudly through her nose, and tried to smile.

“Nothing,” she said, eventually. She picked up the box. “It’s a part of my life I’ve put behind me.” I was convinced she’d throw it on the smoldering ashes. Instead she brought it into the bedroom, and shut the door.

Unable to sleep but feeling empty, I went out on the patio. It flattened the top of a steep hill with smooth granite plates, and provided a perfect vantage for the approaching dawn. I sat in one of the long, low chairs, comfortable in the cool morning breeze. Everywhere the day prepared to explode into being.

“Matt.”

At the opened glass door, Rebecca was wearing only a shimmering, open black robe, and a black latex bikini bottom from which protruded a featureless black rod, about six inches in length. She glided to me silently and raised my hand from its rest on my abdomen. I met her willingly.

We kissed as she ran her fingers through my hair, massaging the alertness from me. Her other hand curled around my waist. Still sucking my breath out, she undid my belt and then pushed down on my pants, to banish them. Repelled from her by red nails at my chest, I obeyed her unspoken command and discarded my sweater. She let the silk fall about her to the pavement at our feet.

Prepared to be taken, I watched on all fours as the east began to bleed and her thumbs traced spirals on my lower back. Birds sang and the forest stirred. From out of the chaos of night clouds assumed their shapes. The corona climbed at last across the tree tops, and her blunt end punctured me. I hissed and gritted my teeth but it continued to come, and when the first hard beam seared my retinas she slid the thick plastic determinedly in, splitting my ass and probing my endurance. Sensation poured in through the gates of my senses.

Rather than churn it she held me fast as if we were a stone sphinx with its confused set of qualities. She let the pose saturate its environment like a yoga stance, so we could live in that moment forever. In my memory, we do.

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This story was edited by Shygirlwhore.

Dani is the narrator.

Playtime at our house is a lot of fun. We are all nudists; all the sexual activities are with people at least eighteen, there is no non consensual sex here.

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Meg has fingered herself to several orgasms, while my brother Jake was shooting his cum into her butt. She was covered in her own pussy cum.

Meg asked her lesbian sister Jane to kiss and lick her swollen pussy.

Jane replied, “Cum away my darling sister, piss if you need to piss, don’t hold back.”

Jane started by rubbing her tits.

“Let those sweet pussy lips suck on my tits.”

Jane is so dirty, she just loves it when girls pee on her.

Jane asked Tanya to lick and kiss her all over, as Meg covered her hot naked body with her pussy juice, pee and the overflowing sperm from her boyfriend, that was flowing out of Meg’s ass.

I think Jane and Tanya are going to get on incredibly well.

Those two dirty bitches.

Meg didn’t hold back, she put on quite a show.

Tanya hungrily kissed and licked Jane all over.

Tanya said, “I need to pee too.”

Jane muffled, into her sisters wet cunt.

Jane than asked Meg to lay back and Tanya placed her legs on either side of Meg and pissed directly onto Megs tits.

Jane kissed her way up Megs escort izmit body, while getting showered with Tanya’s pee. Tanya pissed on Meg and Jane for a good five minutes. Jake got the splash back on his chest.

Jake said, “God this is hot.”

“Baby, you really needed to go.”

Jane contracted her pussy muscles around Megs breasts.

“Oh God, I love tit sex.”

Tanya asked Jake to clean up her cunt and sat on her boyfriend’s face.

There was this lovely mixture of cum and pee glistening on Jane breasts as she bounced on Megs tits.

All Tanya wanted to do was suck on Janes breasts as she bounced around.

I thought things were going to settle down, but then Jane asked Tanya to fist them.

Tanya had a fist in both Meg and Jane, at the same time, while she contently sucked and kissed Janes glistening tits clean, she is so talented.

Tanya than cleaned up Meg’s wet pussy and ass and gave her boyfriend a blowjob.

“Ok Jake I need you in my ass, Jane it’s your turn to fist my pussy now!”

Tanya instructed Jake to start fisting Janes pussy, a short time later Tanya’s pussy really started loosening up and guided Janes whole arm inside her and asked Jane to finger her boyfriend’s butt.

Jane asked all of us ladies to jump into the pool and swim towards her. darıca escort We swam towards her; she was in the crystal clear shallow end of the pool.

“Now start fisting your selves and bounce those beautiful wet breasts in front of me.”

“Hey Jake, eyes front and concentrate on your girlfriend’s pussy.”

“Run your hands over her sweet pussy and feel my arm working her sweet, juiced up cunt.”

Jane guided Jakes arm fully inside her as well and started cumming frantically, while she watched us masturbate.

None of us held back, we all came and pissed in the pool. As we got out of the pool we all rubbed our wet breasts on Jakes back and bumped breasts with Jane and Tanya.

It was such a hot day. We all tanned together and lightly rubbed our pussies for Jake.

Jake frantically played with his cock and ejaculated constantly while he watched us.

Tanya and Jill were particularly relaxed and opened their mouths.

Jake stood over them and ejaculated constantly into their mouths and onto their tits.

They both had big grins on their faces, licking their lips.

It was lunch time and the girls decided to leave Jake’s sperm on them for as long as possible.

Mom walked out with lunch and couldn’t help but admire her sons erection.

Tanya got escort bayan up dripping with Jakes sperm to give Mom a big hug and kiss on the lips.

Tanya had a mouth full of Jakes cum she was still savoring.

Mom hungrily shared Tanya’s mouth full of cum and proceeded to lick, kiss and suck on Tanya’s erect nipples.

“My lucky son.”

After lunch Jane decided, to have all of us really make our pussies wet and handed each of us an electric dildo, she handed one to Jake and said try putting this up your ass. I really want to see the affect it has on you.

“Jake and ladies, on your marks…get set…GO!”

“Cum and piss on each other.”

Orgasm after orgasm, we sat nice and close to each other. Cum and pee flying everywhere.

We were all absolutely covered in it. My first golden shower. I never thought I would get so excited watching my brother shoot jet after jet of his sperm and piss on us.

I closed my eyes in anticipation, I opened my eyes to see that dad had arrived home. He was ejaculating on moms tits. He had a close up view of all of us pissing uncontrollably.

The boys loved drinking from our pussies. I have really gotten a craving now for drinking from Sam’s pussy while she orgasms.

While the rest of us tanned and rubbed our hands over our bodies that were glistening with golden showers, Jill joined Tanya and Jane in the spa.

Letting the bubbles work their magic over their golden shower bodies and they proceeded to fist each other and cum in the spa.

Than the three of them went down on everyone, including Dad and Jake.

We all drifted off to sleep naked together.

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pink version 002 12 March 2003

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The first time I saw Paula she was wearing that coat. It was impossible to miss. Apart from being such a bright baby pink that it shone like a lighthouse on a dark night, it covered her from the top of her head to her ankles. It was an in-your-face statement.

Paula was invisible inside it because I could only see her back. The hood was up. The heels of her boots were the only part uncovered. She was just entering Ralph’s front door as I was getting out of my car. By the time I joined the party Paula had taken her coat off and I had no idea that it belonged to her.

At that party I was still hurting from Julia’s decision to end our relationship. She had taken the offer of promotion and transfer to London and I was one of the items she wanted to leave behind when she started her new career. She made it seem so logical.

“London is so far away, and we would grow apart anyway. You cannot leave your business. I want to develop and grow.” she said.

It hurt. It hurt more when I found out that she had met another man on her management course. He was based in London and I felt that he was part of the reason for her move.

Ralph’s party was a good one but I just wasn’t in the right mood. I chatted to people, danced a few times, once with Paula, and left early. So I did not see Paula collect her coat. Unfortunately for me I had passed a few remarks about the coat to my friends. It had such an impact on me that I had been indiscreet in my comments especially as I had no idea who had worn the coat.

It was inevitable that I would meet Paula again soon. We had many friends in common and we lived in a small town. About ten days later I was feeling much more like normal when Paula bumped into me in the local supermarket. She hit me with her trolley while she was reaching for something from the top shelf.

She apologised and then said:

“Didn’t I see you at Ralph’s party?”

“Yes, Paula, you did. I’m Stuart. Do you remember?”

“Yes Stuart. We danced together once.”

After that we walked round the supermarket together just chatting. I studied her discreetly. She is taller than me with her heels on but without there would be little between us in height. She is a brunette with an acceptable figure but her most attractive feature is the way she looks at people. She seems interested in them and gives you her full attention. That can be devastating and I didn’t want to part from Paula.

“Do you like what you see, Stuart?”

That brought me up with a start. My discreet study hadn’t been so discreet after all. I risked everything on my response.

“Yes, Paula. You are well worth looking at. I would like to see you again.”

“If you ask nicely, you might,” she replied.

So I asked nicely. I invited her out for a meal and she accepted. Within days we were going everywhere together. We enjoyed each other’s company and started to have occasional sex together when we were both in the mood. We were still exploring our relationship when I met that pink coat again. It was a colder evening and we were going to see a film. Neither of us lived far from the town centre (nothing is far from the town centre) so I walked over to her flat. She emerged wearing that coat.

I was stunned. It didn’t seem to match what I knew about Paula. She was not an exhibitionist and that coat seemed totally out of character. I didn’t comment about it but Paula must have noticed something. Under the coat she was still wearing her work clothes, a flared calf length grey flannel skirt and a white V-necked T-shirt under a fitted jacket that matched the skirt. Both the skirt and jacket had black slithery linings. My hand found the lining under the jacket and she pushed my other hand up her skirt in the darkness. By the end of the film I knew the feel of those linings nearly as well as the soft skin inside them.

After the film we went back to her flat for coffee. She took that coat off and hung it up in the flat’s small hall. As we sat on the settee in each other’s arms she challenged me.

“What don’t you like about my coat, Stuart?”

“Your coat?” I spluttered.

“Yes. My pink quilted coat. What don’t you like about it? I’ve only just heard that you were quite rude about it.”

I had to answer.

“It seems so unlike you. It is so …”

“So what, Stuart?”

I could hear a mixture of amusement with a hint of danger.

“It can been seen from so far away and it hides the person inside completely. It just doesn’t seem like you.”

“Perhaps it is, perhaps it’s not. I wore it this evening so that I could get your version of what escort izmit you don’t like about it. It was a present from my sister. She thought I needed to be less self-effacing and more assertive. “

“Assertive?” I queried “That coat is not assertive, it is blatant. I doesn’t say “Here I am”. It is more like an air raid siren screaming.”

“So you don’t like it?”

“It isn’t that I don’t like it. It isn’t you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I think you are wrong, Stuart. It is a very nice coat and a useful one. You don’t appreciate it as you should and perhaps you are underestimating my assertiveness as well. I’ll get it and show you what I mean.”

Paula stood up, took our coffee cups and fetched the coat. She put it on leaving the front open.

“Now look at it carefully, Stuart. It has a two way zip.”

She fed the zip together and pulled one slider up.

“I can have the top or the bottom open as much as I like.”

She pulled the lower slider down to her knees.

“It has heavy duty press-studs.”

She closed the studs from breasts to knees.

“It is heavily quilted so it is warm and windproof. Come on, feel.”

I got up and put my arms round her. She was right. In that coat she seemed to invite a cuddle. She kissed me.

“The collar is padded and can be pulled up.”

She lifted the roll of collar. It covered her mouth and touched her nose. She lowered the collar again.

“The sleeves are adjustable to keep the wind out.”

I looked. The sleeve cuffs had drawstrings that could tighten. Then I noticed other drawstrings at the waist and at the lower hem. Why there? If the coat was zipped right down to her ankles I doubt that she could walk even without tightening the hem with a drawstring.

“The hood covers everything, and these …” she flicked two large pompoms at me “control how closely the hood fits. Oh, and it has other features as well but I think you have seen enough. It is a very practical Winter coat. I keep warm and dry and huggable in it. Do you think I’m huggable?”

The only answer was to hug her. The surface of the coat was soft to the touch and strokable. I stroked.

“So, what is wrong with it?” she finished.

“The colour. If it was less obvious it would be a great coat, if you will forgive the pun.”

“But I’m a girl. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed, Stuart.”

“I know you are a woman, and a very desirable one. The colour is more suitable for a small baby than an adult.”

“Perhaps sometimes I like being treated like a baby.”

“I don’t think so. You are an adult woman, Paula, and a talented one. Perhaps your sister was trying to emphasise that you are her younger sister?”

“That’s enough, Stuart. I like this coat. I think you should like it too. Why don’t you see what it is like? Once you are wearing it you will feel differently.”

She peeled off the coat and flung it on the settee.

“Well,” she said, “Are you going to put it on?”

“I might damage it,” I said. “I’m heavier built than you.”

“Not much heavier. You may be right. I wear less under it than you are wearing now. If you stripped …”

Paula smiled at me. I prepared to strip. Paula’s smile is difficult to resist.

“Not here,” she said, “You know the problem with the curtains. Through in the bedroom.”

She picked up the coat. I followed her. One of the few disadvantages of her flat is the lighting. It throws shadows on the blind and silhouettes us for the neighbours to see.

In her bedroom I stripped to my boxer shorts. She passed me her coat with a wicked smile on her face.

I fed my arms into its sleeves. She attached the two sliders to the zip and pulled the upper one upwards. Then she pulled the lower one down to my knees. She was right about the coat. It had a silky lining that caressed my skin. I was enjoying the sensation and didn’t notice what Paula was doing.

She pulled some matching mittens from a pocket and put them on my hands. They too were thickly quilted. The thumbs were separate but the other fingers were held in one pouch. She pushed the cuffs of the mittens inside the sleeves of the coat. While she distracted me with a lingering kiss her hands were busy doing things with the drawstrings on the sleeves. I didn’t know that she’d left me no way to get the mittens off.

As she finished her kiss she pulled the upper zip up to its limit. The bulky collar covered my mouth gagging me as she fixed its press studs. I began to realise what she was up to but she ignored my protests which were muffled by the coat’s collar.

She dropped to her knees pulling the lower slider down to my ankles. Then she closed all the press studs on the front of the coat before pushing me over on to the bed. I couldn’t resist because the coat held tight around my legs. I tried to cushion my fall with my arms but she had tied the sleeves’ drawstrings to belt loops at yürüyüş yolu escort the sides of the coat’s waist.

She swung my legs up on the bed, tightening the lower drawstring around my ankles. I was as immobilised as if I was in a sealed sleeping bag.

Paula straddled me and leant forward, pressing the thick collar across my mouth. It was strongly scented of her.

“Now I can tell you what I intend to do,” she said. “I’ve made you into a cuddly pink teddy bear for a reason.”

I couldn’t reply. I wriggled as much as I could under her weight but my arms and upper body were pinioned by the coat. My bare knees slid uselessly against the silky lining. My ankles were lashed together.

“You see, you can’t do anything. You are my prisoner until I decide to let you out.” She paused.

“You said that this coat is an in-your-face statement and I’m not an in-your-face person, didn’t you?”

I still couldn’t answer but managed a slight nod. I had said something like that.

“I am going to prove you wrong. You are right about the coat, but wrong about me. Your face will feel the evidence.”

She pulled the collar off my mouth and her lips covered mine. Her tongue lashed around in my mouth like a striking snake. This was totally unlike the kisses I was used to from Paula. She was aggressive and controlling. She certainly had control of me. Bundled up in that coat I had no escape from her.

She kissed me hard for several minutes. Once she pinched my nostrils shut and only allowed me to breathe through her. This was mouth to mouth resuscitation with a difference. If she stopped breathing, so would I.

Paula lifted her face away and replaced the collar as my gag.

“Stay there, Stuart. I’ve only just started and I need to take my jacket off for the next part.”

She sat back on me and peeled off her jacket. Her breasts strained against her T-shirt. The nipples were erect and clearly visible through her bra. She looked down at them and smiled.

She dropped against my chest and wriggled up until my face was opposite the V in her T-shirt. She gently lowered her breasts either side of my head, pulling the collar down.

“Now, this is what I call “in-your-face”.”

She laughed as she flattened her body on me, forcing my mouth and nose into her cleavage. She held that position as I struggled for breath between her soft scented mounds.

She lifted herself up again.

“I don’t think you are getting the full impact of my assets.”

I started to speak. She gagged me with the padded collar.

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

I was astounded. This was totally unlike the Paula I had known until this evening. She was in charge and was making very sure that I knew it. While she held the collar in place she pulled her T-shirt off with her other hand, shaking her head to settle her hair as she tossed the T-shirt aside.

“I need two hands now.”

She pressed her breasts on me as she reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. That too she threw aside.

“You can have the full benefit of my breasts.”

Lowering the collar she pushed her left breast over my mouth and nose which sunk into her soft globe. She had smothered me again. I felt my face turning red from lack of air. She briefly let me gasp for air before repeating her breast smother with her right breast. She held her position until I felt that I was losing consciousness. I panted hard when she released me.

“Now, Stuart, I want you to make a real effort to please me. If you don’t …”

She wriggled her hands behind my neck, pulled the coat’s large padded hood up behind my head and down nearly over my eyes. She took one of the large pompoms and stuffed it deep into my gasping mouth. She pulled the collar up over it and yanked at the drawstrings of the hood.

The hood opening shrank until only my nose was free from its soft clinging embrace. I could not displace the pompom from my mouth because the hood had forced the padded collar hard against my lips, even harder than Paula’s hand had done.

I heard her faintly through the padding of the hood.

“If you don’t please me enough I will tie this hood tight and leave you to my coat’s embrace all night. You don’t want that, do you?”

I shook my head. She let the drawstrings go and eased the hood above my eyes. She looked down at me seriously.

“Good. I’m glad you understand me. Now I am going to show you what an in-your-face person I am and you must work hard to satisfy me.”

I didn’t know what she meant but I knew I had no choice. If she left me like this I would have a very unpleasant night.

Then she showed me what I had to do. She raised herself up, reached under her full skirt and wriggled out of her panties. She edged forwards on me, lifting her thick lined skirt and waist slip to show her brunette bush which was already glistening.

“This part darıca escort of me wants your attention. Your undivided hard-working attention. I’m going to clear the way for you.”

She dropped her skirt while she pulled the hood back to the bed, lowered the zip, folded the padded collar under my chin and pulled the sodden pompom out of my mouth. She raised her skirt again and pushed her expectant bush over my mouth.

“Get working, Stuart. You have to SATISFY me.”

I extended my tongue. I worked my tongue harder than I ever had before. I felt Paula respond to my tongue’s probing. I played with her lower lips as if I was playing a solo musical instrument. Gradually I learned what aroused her, what didn’t, and how to keep her aroused.

I was tiring and swamped by her. Apart from being totally enclosed in the soft embrace of her coat which clung to me like a second skin, her bush had spread over my face as I probed deeper. She had wrapped her slip and lined skirt around my head. Her fingers cradled my swathed head and pulled me tightly to her. In self-preservation I had worked out a movement with my nose which gave me an opportunity to grab a breath while my nose stimulated her. Paula was so lost in a series of orgasms that she was not thinking that her prisoner might need to breathe from time to time. Her body continually shuddered above me and her juices trickled over my face.

How much longer could I continue? Her body’s demand seemed unending. I desperately needed to rest. My tongue felt as if it was becoming loose on its roots. My face was crushed under her and my head was squeezed tightly by her thighs. Her soft fingers now seemed to have become hard. Their grasp of my head was fierce. Even my nose was overwhelmed by her natural scent and the perfume from her skirt and that mummifying prison of her coat.

At last Paula had a final spasm of delight. I heard her yell “Yes!”. I swallowed some of the flood that washed over my face from her last orgasm. I rested my tongue and my body slumped exhausted under her.

She gently lifted her skirt off my head.

“Stuart?” she asked quietly.

“Leave me alone. I’m dead.” I replied.

“No. You are not. You have done what I asked. I didn’t think you could. You have actually satisfied me. I would never have believed it from your timid love-making up to now.”

Timid lovemaking! I had been gentle because I thought I was dealing with a diffident woman not a controlling man-eater.

I just smiled at her. Even that was an effort with my strained mouth.

“Now you just lie there.”

What else did she expect me to do? She was still sitting on my chest and I was tied into her coat as effectively as if she’d used yards of rope. I wasn’t going anywhere unless she wanted me to.

She moved down until her hips were over my legs. I heard the lower slider being pulled upwards. That didn’t give me any freedom. I was still tied at the ankles and wrists and the heavy press studs held the coat tightly around me.

She unpopped the press studs near my waist. Then she slid her smooth stocking sheathed legs inside the coat.

That brought me up to the surface wide awake.

“What!” I cried out.

“Sshh!” she hissed at me. “Just wait.”

Her legs spread out as she lowered her wet bush on to my limp tool. It was not limp for long. It knew what to do without any effort from my brain. Her furry lips closed over its growing head.

Her face came back. Her lips brushed over mine like a butterfly’s wing. Paula is the same height as I am. We can kiss when she has engulfed me and that is just what she was doing. Her bush had swallowed my erection and her muscles were pulsing to draw me to an orgasm. Could I? Was I too tired?

Then my brain started to work. It wasn’t just a small part of me that was engulfed by her. My whole body was tightly wrapped in her coat which was an extension of her. Paula seemed to sense the change. While she continued to kiss me gently her hands gathered up the pink hood and pressed it to the sides of my face.

As her tempo and my arousal continued to rise she wrapped the hood closer to my head until all I could see was her face close to mine. Now I was totally wrapped in Paula. That brought instant climax and release. Paula held her position for a long time afterwards.

She let the hood drop back to the bed.

“Now you know what an in-your-face person I really am. Do you think the coat suits me now?”

“Yes, Paula. You do things well together.”

“I’m glad you think so. You are going to have to give repeat performances – often.”

I had to. She made me. She even got her sister to buy her a matching coat in baby blue for a birthday present. I bought her one in silver. She rotates them so that I can either be her cuddly pink teddy bear, or her blue one, or her silver one.

My tongue is much stronger now from constant exercise. I know the inside of every skirt she owns. Paula wants to act out “in-your-face” whenever we come home from work or before we leave in the morning. Her panties are the last thing on, just before she goes out of the door, and the first thing off when she comes home. All my trousers have shiny knees from kissing her.

Her pink quilted coat changed my life for ever.

THE END

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*****

We had just gone back to school for our sophomore year, I was still getting settled into my new room at my fraternity house. The house was empty since most people didn’t come back to school until next week, but I was up there early because football preseason started next week. Since no one was around the house, I figured I would go visit my friend at his college since he only went to school 20 minutes away. His school did trimester so they had already begun classes so I figured there would be a lot going on.

I arrived at my buddy’s place Friday afternoon with a bunch of beer and ready to have a good time. My buddy also lived in a fraternity house, so I walked into his room and asked him where I should put my stuff so I could get changed before we go out. I figured he was going to say on my couch or some shitty air mattress, but to my surprise he said at Allison’s. Allison was my friend Joe’s girlfriend that he had been dating for the few months. She was sexy as hell to say the least, at about 5′ 8″ tall, with a tight athletic body and amazing toned legs that can only come from years of playing soccer. She did not have big tits, maybe 32B’s, but with an ass like she has, who need tits. She was on the Varsity Soccer Team last year as freshman, but this year as sophomore she was hoping to be a starter.

He went on to explain that she said I could sleep her in room tonight and she would crash with Joe on his queen sized bed. I wasn’t going to argue since I got an actual bed. We hung around my buddy’s place for a while, then we both took a shower at his place and then we headed over to Allison’s.

We arrived at her house, which she shared with 2 other girls, however when we arrived at her house she was not home yet. Joe informed me that she must still be at soccer practice since they have their first game tomorrow morning. It was the end of August and it had to be 95 out with a lot of humidity, so we were sweating just sitting and waiting. After about 15 minutes later she walks in the door looking like someone had just dumped a bucket of water over her head. Her hair was completely soaked through and the small band of pre-wrap holding her hair back was in rough shape. Her legs still had beads of sweat rolling down and collecting in the soccer socks that are now scrunched down to ankle.

She see me and says hello and starts to give me a hug, but she realizes how sweaty she and starts to pull away, I told her not to worry and she gave me the ass out hug. I have never messed around with a friend’s girl let alone my best friend’s girl, nor would I, but when she hugged me and I felt her soaked hair on the side of my face and the wet t-shirt, not to mention her amazing smell, I got rock hard right then and there. She excused herself to go shower and change for dinner.

Just as she walked away, almost on cue, her two roommates who were also on the soccer team walked in the door looking almost as sweaty as Allison. Her roommate Rose was about 5′-5″ golden brown hair and olive oil skin, but unlike Allison, she had massive tits. They had to be 36DD’s and they were spilling out of her undersized sports bra. She had a smaller ass, but overall was a very attractive girl. Rose did not have a boyfriend now or ever. She was kind of shy but I always had a crush on her although I never made a move.

Her other roommate Sarah was about 5′-7″ with blond hair, with an ass almost as nice as Allison’s. She had bigger tits that Allison, but nowhere near as big as Rose’s. Sarah had a little bit bigger legs than the other two, but just as sexy. Sarah didn’t have a boyfriend either but that was just because she was too busy with sports.

We invited them out for dinner with us but they were already going out izmit escort bayan with some other soccer girls. Finally after what seemed like hours, Ali was ready. She walked out of her room looking nothing like the person that had gone in, but still every bit as hot. She told me to put my stuff in her room to get it out of the way. When I walked into the room, I noticed there on the floor, balled up was everything that she had just been wearing. I started picturing burring my face into the pile of clothes and I got rock hard again, but I knew it was wrong so I dropped my bag and left the room. Then the three of us left for dinner, I rock hard trying to forget about what I just seen.

After dinner, we hit a couple parties, and then ended up back at my buddy’s house. By about 2 am, I was drunk and stoned, with no prospects in sight; I decided to call it a night. Ali gave me the key code to get in their house as she and Joe went to crash in his room. I walked the couple blocks to her place and got changed to go to sleep. As I got undressed I noticed the pile of cloths still in the corner of the room. I knew that I should just ignore them and go to bed, but I couldn’t stop myself from walking over to them. I figured it couldn’t hurt to look.

I checked to make sure her door was locked, then I walked up to them and leaned over to take a closer look, as I got about half way down I could smell them, a mix of old sweat and smelly socks, which got me rock hard. I felt so guilty that I convinced myself to just jerk off in the bathroom real quick and then go to bed. I walked into her bathroom that attached to her room; I sat down, pulled out my phone and started watching some sock fetish porn. I could not get the thought of Ali out my head, and then I looked over and saw her hamper. I told myself no, but I was so horny that I couldn’t help myself, so I opened it up and found a tiny thong and a pair of socks. I looked inside the thong and saw a nice crusty stain from her pussy. I took a big whiff; I almost came right then and there. I put the thong down and looked at her white socks. She had not worn these for soccer since they didn’t have much smell, so I put the sock on my dick and started to sniff her thong again. I was in heaven, pumping away on my cock, but after only a minute I was just about to cum so I removed her sock so I didn’t leave a stain, and then started licking the stained thong. The taste was amazing and sent me over the edge, shooting stream after stream of hot cum all over the floor of her bathroom.

As I came back down to earth, I looked at the mess that I had made, her panties still wrapped around my head, I felt very guilty and couldn’t believe what I had just done. Upset as I was, it was one of the best jerk off sessions I had ever had.

I cleaned up the mess I had made on the floor, then put everything back in the hamper almost exactly where it was before. By this time it was almost 3 am, so I went to bed, trying to keep her dirty cloths out of mind. I drifted off to sleep, waking up only a few hours later. My phone said it was 630 in the morning, and after a night of drinking I had to piss really bad. I stood in the bathroom pissing, replaying last night’s events in my head and I started to get hard again. I tried to forget it, but I couldn’t help myself, I opened up the hamper, and started to pull the thong out again and suddenly I remembered her pile of soccer clothes on the floor. At this point I figured why the hell not, since I had already violated her privacy, going for what I really wanted was no worse.

I take my pants off and walk over to the pile of cloths, my heart racing and my dick throbbing. I picked up the shirt on top of the pile. Her shirt was still damp from being balled up on the floor, so I brought the shirt up to my face and took yahya kaptan escort bayan a big sniff. I was in heaven, but I had to tear myself away from the shirt for an ever better prize. Next out of the pile was her sports bra, 32B, just as I thought, which was still wet as well and smelled even better. Next I pulled out her panties; they were green and had lace trim. I could not believe how wet they still were, you could even see the wet spot from where the sweat had pooled in her ass cheeks along with her pussy juice. All that was left now were her knee high socks, which were also still wet with sweat.

I was in heaven, I felt my dick might break off I was so hard. I realized I needed this all together at once, throwing caution to the wind; I balled up her sock and stuffed the whole thing in my mouth. It tasted great, there was so much sweat in them, when I shoved it in my mouth, drops of sweat actually hit tongue. Next I grabbed her panties and put the pussy/ass sweat stain right over my nose, then I tied the other sock around my nose to finish it off. I grabbed her sweaty soccer shorts and draped them over my head, took her sports bra and wrapped it around my cock. I was lying on the floor, in what can only be described as heaven, jerking it for all I worth. Just as I was about to cum, I hear Ali yell, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU DIRTY FUCKING PERVERT!”

I froze, my stomach leaped into my throat, I didn’t know what to do, I was so distracted, that I hadn’t even heard her come in the room. Here I am, with her socks, panties and clothes all over my face and dick. I started to say something but I still had the sock in my mouth. I reached to pull everything off my face when she said, “Oh no, don’t move you fucking shit bag.”

I heard her walk over to me, then she said, “I can’t even believe that I was nice enough to let you sleep in my bed and you would do…” She trailed off trying to figure out exactly what I was doing. “This…jerking off with my clothes…What exactly are you doing?” I tried to answer but all I could muster was a muffled sound. I again reached to remove the clothes from my face and again she yelled at me not to move, but this time punch me in the side.

“Don’t move, I want to know exactly what you are doing, so why do you have my shorts over your face” she said as she pulled them off I saw her face change from mad to furious when she her wet panties and sock over my nose. She punched me again in the same spot and called me a sick freak. She pulled her socks and panty off and slapped me across the face. I didn’t know what to do so I kept my mouth closed trying not to make things worse if she saw the sock in my mouth. Then she said, “So what do you have to say for yourself?”

Again I kept my mouth closed, she kept asking, then she notice my cheeks were puffed out and something was in my mouth. She told me to open my mouth; I did as I was told since I was already screwed I didn’t want to make matters worse. She pulled the sock out and held it up with two fingers in front of my face. She said, “My sweaty sock? You were sucking on this sweaty sock while you were jerking off? Are you one of those perverts who like feet…among other things?”

I didn’t answer her question, I started profusely apologizing for what I have done and begged her not to tell Joe. He would go nuts and I would lose my best friend. She asked me one good reason why she shouldn’t tell him and let him kick my ass. I said, “I don’t have one, but I am so sorry, I tried to resist but I could help myself. I will do anything you want, just name it. Please!” I pleaded, almost about to cry thinking of how this would ruin my life and I would lose everyone.

“I should fucking tell him and call the police. Don’t move,” she says and walks into izmit anal yapan escort her bathroom closing the door behind her. I didn’t know if I should run, but decided if I left I was screwed for sure, so I didn’t move.

After about 5 minutes she walks out of the bathroom and says, “I am so mad right now, but I am also confused, so I am going to ask you some questions and you better not lie to me. If you lie I will call the cops right now. Do you understand?”

I shook my head.

“First, it’s obvious you have a foot fetish, but with all my shoes and other socks here, why did you go for my gross sweaty soccer sock?”

I looked down and didn’t answer, she picked up her cell phone and dialed 911 and said, “Answer me right now or I will hit send.”

“Don’t, I will tell you. You are right, I do have a foot fetish and more than a foot fetish I have sweat fetish.”

“Wait, like you get off to sweat?” she said.

“Yeah, I don’t know why, but I don’t think anything is sexier than a pretty girl, soaked in sweat.”

“That is so fucking gross you pervert,” she said.

“I know, but I love the smell, taste and feel. I love feet in general and sweaty feet even more, I wanted to not only smell your sweaty feet, but to taste them as well, which is why I had it in my mouth.”

“Ok that explains the socks, but why did you have my panties over your nose, and why these disgusting ones?”

I didn’t want to answer, but she pulled her phone back out. I said, “Because I like to smell them.”

“Smell what? My pussy? My Ass? What?”

“Um both of them I guess. I love going down on girls, I love the taste and smell of a pussy in my face. I also find a nice ass so sexy and I want burry my face in their ass as well.”

“But why those, that I wore at soccer all day. They don’t smell good at all. My pussy was sweaty, so was my ass and it had ass sweat all over…” She trailed off looking down at my dick that was now back a full attention. “You’re HARD! What is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know. I am sick. I have always fantasied about combining my love of ass and pussy with my love of sweat. I have always wanted to lick the sweat right out of a girl’s asshole. Your sweaty panties were as close I ever had gotten and couldn’t help myself.”

“But why did you use mine? Just because they were there? I am sure would rather one of the hot girly girl sluts that you guys hang out with.”

“No, not at all. I find athletic girls to be by far the sexiest. I think you are hotter than any of those other girls. I like girls to be athletic.”

“Yeah right” she said.

“No it true I swear.”

She looked at me, she didn’t look as mad as she did before, then she said “I don’t know what I am going to do, so I won’t say anything right now. I am already running late to meet the bus for our game today. I will decide what I should do with you later, but as a punishment for now, you are going to wear these gross sweaty panties all day, even around Joe, so you can remember what you did when you see him. Now stand up; put these sweaty nasty panties on.”

She threw the wet panties over to me, as I caught them, I could smell and feel her sweat and my cock was again at full attention. I sat there still holding them, trying to hide that I was hard again. She said, “Look, either do exactly what I say without hesitation or I am making the call. This is your last warning.”

I knew I was screwed, so I jumped up to put them on and I can hear her gasp as she sees my hard on. “You’re fucking hard again? You really love my sweaty panties you nasty pervert. Now put them on.”

I slid them up, they were cold from the sweat and I struggled to pull them up, kind of like a putting on a wet bathing suit. I finally got them up and had to struggle to fit my dick into them, but I did it.

She says, “You will wear them the rest of day. I will check when you guys come to the game today. When the game is over, tell Joe you are going home, then come right back here and wait for me. I will tell you then what I decide to do with you, now get dressed and get the fuck out of my room. Oh and you better not jerk it, it is all over for you if you do.”

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It was the last day of school before the weekend break. Even though it was Spring, it sure felt like Summer had crept in early, with today sporting a sweltering 97-degree sunny day. Students heading to school were lucky enough not to have to experience the journey of walking through the sun.

One student was not so lucky, however. 18-year-old Mackenzie (affectionately called “Mac” by his friends and peers) could only wipe the sweat gleaming on his forehead as he hiked up the steps of his high school. He already felt this was not going to be a day in his favor. He was frustrated, stressed, and fatigued from last night. Not only did he not get to study for his quiz taking place later today, but he was up all night due to an intense argument from his parents. Even though he had an after school job and was saving money for college, they were not making it any easier for him to stay home.

He needed to vent. He needed his therapy. He needed his best friend. “Damn, where is she…?” he said to himself as he passed through the front doors of his school.

Meanwhile, passing through the other side of the same hallway, is 18-year-old Delilah (“Del” for short). Currently navigating her way through the student obstacle course, she is on a mission to get to her best friend before the first bell rings. Normally, they would always meet up at lunch, but today was different. She specifically needed to see him before class.

Delilah was a normally sweet and nice girl, and was also a bit izmit escort of a tomboy, due to her having 3 older brothers. She and Mac met each other in 6th grade, where it was their mutual love for wrestling that made them connect. However, they also found it really convenient to talk with one another, and to have a shoulder to cry on whenever they were upset about anything. They were basically inseparable, and have been best friends ever since.

Soon, she spots her target: Mac making his way to his locker. She was excited to share with him her surprise she had in store for him…

Decoding the lock on his locker, Mac sighed, as he opened it up, staring at the dust-collection textbook inside. He just wanted this day to end. And not only that, he missed her… he had missed the previous 2 days of school trying to convince his parents not to divorce, but it was to no avail. Mac was now at his emotional limit, and as he grabbed the textbook out of his locker, he could only frown into near-submission of his current situation. Just as he closed his locker, two hands suddenly covered his eyes, followed by a calm but sweet voice:

“Guess who?”

Mac smirked. “Hmm… if I had to guess, a really annoying chick.”

“Don’t make me bash your head against the locker, doofus.”

That only made him laugh with relief. Turning around, Mac grinned the biggest grin once he saw her. His tag team partner. His best friend. His Delilah. Returning the smile, izmit sınırsız escort she sweetly stated with a giggle, “Hey, tiger.” Hearing her say her pet name for him resulted in him giving her the biggest hug she ever received from him.

Sighing with admiration, he purely responded, “Hey, Del.”

She quickly returned the hug, followed by a kiss on his right cheek. “I missed you, dude. Where the hell have you been the last couple of days?”

“Ugh… long story…”

“Your parents again…?”

“Yeah… they obviously don’t understand that me staying home isn’t helping their cause, or mine.”

“Don’t worry, Macky. Maybe this might cheer you up…”

Standing back, Delilah showcased her surprise for Mac; even though she was a tomboy, she made the decision of dressing up today for him: A long sleeved black blouse with white dots, followed by a thigh length floral white skirt.

Giggling, she calmly asks him, “What do you think? You like?”

Mac quietly gazed at her, not expecting this. From HER of all people. All he could muster up was one thing to say that meant everything.

“Whoa…”

Delilah laughed. “Gee, thanks, Keanu!”

“Er, I’m sorry, I… it’s just… you look…”

“…Yeah?”

“Yes… you look great. Just really… beautiful.”

That comment alone made Delilah blush. Just the answer she was expecting.

“It’s just a shock. Ever since we met in yahya kaptan escort 6th grade, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dress up before.” he adds.

“Haha, yeah, mostly because I dress like your raggedy-butt!” Coming to a whisper, she instructed him, “Hey… look at the rest, dude…” Mac could only obliged once the shock value wore out, but what he saw next he was totally not prepared for:

Delilah also took the liberty of wearing sheer pantyhose, followed by white ballet flats that looked a little worn out. Mac was dumbfounded. Just what was going on today? “Um… uh…” was all he could say, which made Delilah chuckle. Knowing that he was all fixated on her shoes and stockings, Delilah happily obliged his secret by fidgeting her left foot a little.

As Mac snapped back to reality from its movement, Del delivered the conformation by allowing her heel to pop out of the flat a bit. Mac then knew where this was headed; he told her about his foot fetish 1 year ago. “Del… no… I don’t think this is a good idea… please…” he begged her, not wanting her to push this any further. “You don’t understand, Del… this could be a big mist-“

“Shhhh…” she calmly whispered as she placed a finger over his lips. “It’s okay, tiger… trust me…” Mac was now biting his lower lip, his sexual urges awakening from their long slumber. Del continued to her best friend, leaning closer…

“Like I said, I’m doing this all for you. I wanted to dress up, just for you, Mac. But, you have to be patient until after school. I promise you, if you can manage until then, tiger, all of this is yours…” Taking a deep breath, Mac listened to her as she brought her lips to his ear. In a seductive but sweet whisper, Delilah confirmed what it is that he desires:

“… even my feet…”

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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Hi! My name is Syd! I’m a tall (5’11) blonde (I’d rate myself a 7 out of 10), I’m at senior at my school and I’m about to graduate; oh, and I received a full ride scholarship to play volleyball next year! For my last day of school, and a couple of guys in my class decided to start a game call “The Assassin.” You give your student ID to them (and $5 buy in), and you are randomly assigned a target, and you assassinate them by shooting them with a water gun. When you take them down, you get their card of whoever they had. The winner gets the money from the buy in (almost $300).

After school, I took down my first target, and he then gave me the card of who his target was. My new target is a boy whom I’ve never got along with. The first couple years of school, something between us just didn’t connect. Later, I started giving him more of a chance and he must of done the same, for we had no problems between us. He actually is a really good artist, and instead of taking pictures at the volleyball games, he would draw them. He also did portraits for me for our school newspaper’s advice column.

Anywho, I carefully thought about how I’d be able to get him, and decided it would be a couple days later (you have 48 hours to eliminate the target). I asked him the day before if he could do a portrait of me, and he agreed. I knew his family was gone for the Labor Day weekend camping, so no one could help him. I lied saying it was for college, since I never got my official senior picture done.

I was at his house and we went into the backyard and he started painting. When he was finished, izmit escort bayan I looked over the picture.

It was really well done, and it only took him 40 minutes. I noticed, though, that my feet looked funny.

“I only drew them as they are,” he said.

I looked down. I was wearing sandals, and my size 9s did look a little funny, even with the amazing light blue polish I used.

But I wasn’t really here for that, I needed to manipulate him so I can take him down.

“Well, they are so sore from my volleyball practice yesterday,” I said, pretending to moan in pain.

“Would you massage them for me, please?” I asked innocently.

He looked puzzled, but he patted on his thigh and I plopped my right foot up. He unbuckled my sandal, and started rubbing. Even though I lied about that soreness, it did feel really good; the way he would slowly glide his thumb around the sole of my foot. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back a bit.

“This feels so good,” I said. Tilting my head back further. “Would you do the other one please?” I asked, holding my other foot up for him to take.

He took it and left the right one on his thigh still. I decided to slowly inch it near his crotch. I peeked for a bit, and saw he had a massive hard on through his jeans! I decided to slowly inch it closer, and on my other foot start wiggling my toes. I decided to take this a step further.

“Would you mind sucking on my toes?” I asked, gently.

He looked around real quick, closed his eyes, and slowly started gölcük escort sucking on them; putting a few in his mouth at a time.

I had never had my toes sucked on, or even thought about it really. I just saw his massive boner, and knew that it was turning him on. I thought about taking my water pistol out of my bra and shooting him, but this was feeling so good, I couldn’t let it stop.

“Mmm, suck on the ball of the foot?” I asked calmly. He took his mouth and dug it deep into my foot. I was feeling so turned on, I started rubbing my breasts.

I slowly glided my foot away and had him work on the other.

“In between the toes?” He carefully slide his tongue all around.

“Arch of the foot?” He ran his tongue around, slowly. He would occasionally open his eyes to glance at me, which was sexy.

Since I was wearing a very short skirt, I reached my hand under it, and began rubbing thru my underwear. Not need for him to see me directly touching my pussy. He wouldn’t get that lucky.

I calmly told him to go faster, and he did. I started running myself faster. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of all ten of my toes being sucked on. “Mmmmmmmm…” I moaned very loudly.

I was almost there.

“Go all out!” I said very quickly and very loudly.

He made loud suckimg sounds on my toes, left a lot of saliva on my arches, and began to them. I started rubbing so fast now! I whimpered and then let it all out.

“Guhhhhhhh!!!” I yelled, and panted very quickly. He put my feet down, allowing izmit escort me to soak this all in. When I opened my eyes, I saw his boner was still poking thru his pants. I nodded my head and smiled. He unzipped his pants and out came an 8 in penis.

Since he was still sitting down I carefully put my foot on his chest, letting him know he should lean back a bit.

I then had one foot beginning to stroke him. I didn’t even use my ankle muscle in any of it, just my leg moving up and down. I could see he was really enjoying this, must of been glad to give his right arm a rest :).

I then took my other foot, and had his cock in between the balls of my feet, with my toes wrapping around.

I was able to work much faster this way.

“Mmm, Syd, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it in…” He moaned.

“That’s the point silly!” I laughed.

I then slid my feet up so they were I’m the arches. This was a much better way to control it.

I heard him panting, and then it all explode out.

I let the hot ropes of cum land on my feet, it felt so incredible. He was surely out of breath.

Instead of cleaning up, I just let it dry there, since it was in the sun. Soon we got back to the subject at hand; the picture. I told him it was great, paid him $100, and he turned around to go back to his house and I turned around to leave.

Dammit! I still need to assassinate him! I knew what was going to happen, it was going to be just like in my favorite TV show. I carefully pulled my little digital camera out of my purse, and put it on wall that would allow me to face him and the camera would be looking at the barrel.

“Hey Bob, did you see Aiden yesterday?” I asked, knowing they were kinda friends.

“Yeah… Why…?” I I turned around, slows raised my water gun, and pulled the trigger.

“BOOYAKASHA!!!” I shouted, just like Archer would.

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I am a 35 year old busty blonde divorcee called Sue, left with a big house and a small income, and a need to make a bit more cash. So I let out one of the spare bedrooms to an 18 year old, black-haired, blue-eyed German student called Gabriele, who had a figure to die for. Her English, though not perfect, was pretty good, and we got along really well. Being bi-sexual myself, I soon found myself sexually attracted towards her big time, as well as seeing her more like a friend than a lodger in spite of being nearly twice her age. We were soon sharing the details of each other’s lives, revelling in the successes and commiserating with the disappointments.

Anyway, one day I got home with news of a promotion at work into a more rewarding and challenging supervisory position, bringing with it a hefty pay rise. I rushed up the stairs and headed straight for Gabriele’s room, hoping she was there so that I could share my good news with her. In my excitement, I neglected to knock as usual and just barged in. The expression of delight upon my face must have instantly turned to one of shock. Because right there in escort izmit the corner of the room, Gabriele was squatting, her knickers discarded, her long dress hiked up above her gorgeous ass, her young muff in full view. And from it a thick stream of yellow piss was gushing forth with a loud hiss to splash upon the carpet, where a puddle was forming. Gabriele was looking down at her own pee spattering upon the carpet with a look of complete rapture upon her face for a split second. But upon my entry she suddenly looked up, her rapture turning to shock, her piss flow suddenly ceasing.

For a second or two we both just remained in position, staring in silence at each other, neither knowing what to say. Then a sense of anger flooded through me and I asked her what the hell she thought she was playing at, pissing all over MY carpet like an animal! She tried to apologise but couldn’t get a word in as I ranted for a short moment.

But as the initial surge of anger abated a little I realised that I was actually a little turned on, and memories of drunken pees in naughty places kocaeli escort during my youth flooded back. So I immediately softened my tone and apologised for shouting and said that she actually looked quite sexy squatting there. She looked a little confused at this, not knowing how to react to this sudden change. So I giggled and admitted that I too had sometimes peed in naughty places when I was her age just for fun, though I had only ever had the nerve to do it when drunk. I told her that she could finish her piss all over the carpet if she wanted, I didn’t really mind, and I would love to watch her do it. A faint smile flickered across her face, but there was still much uncertainty there. So noticing my own need to pee, I took the bull by the horns, so to speak.

I said to her that since she was obviously unsure, I would prove to her that it was OK by peeing on the carpet myself. Her eyes widened with incredulity at that, and she looked on in wonder as I removed my shoes and socks, lowered and stepped out of my jeans, then slipped off my knickers, körfez escort throwing them all onto her bed. Naked from the waist down I then stood in the middle of her room, parted my legs and pulled the folds of my vagina apart with my fingers. Then I started pissing, a golden cascade that shot forward to patter down on the carpet. A large puddle quickly developed as that patch of carpet grew saturated, and the soft patter gradually morphed into a loud splashing sound. Gabriele, still squatting in the corner, and now grinning with delight, resumed her own pee on the carpet, the duel hissing from both of our muffs filling the room. Neither of us spoke as we peed, the only noise being the hissing and splashing of our relief.

Gabriele finished first, a large puddle of piss in the corner beneath her. By now, as I pissed the last of my flow, I was deliberately swaying my hips from side to side to spray as much of the carpet as possible. It was actually somewhat disappointing when my stream weakened, landing nearer and nearer to me, until with a last few drops my pee was spent.

Gabriele and I looked at each other, grinning wildly yet saying nothing for several seconds, until I said something like “Wow! That was fucking fantastic! I really enjoyed that!” Or words to that effect. We both agreed that it was great fun. And we have both peed on the carpet quite a few times since – in my bedroom as well as hers.

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He fucks her and then gets fisted.

I worked for a lesbian owned company and started noticing a pattern that when a female coworker did something in my sales territory that violated the rules she would get away with it. If I tried to close a new client in her territory, she would get the commission I earned. That unfairness and trying to understand femininity, made me interested in getting fisted, feminized, feeling what would it be like to be entered, penetrated, fucked hard, stretched, gaped. What is the female experience?

Also, I was watching a lot of porn. Vanilla porn was boring. The “ah, ah, harder” was fake and contrived, and clearly not what the chick getting fucked was truly feeling. Often she looked bored during that ah, ah, harder” soundtrack. But on fisting videos, the moans were real, genuine, and authentic. The girl being fisted in her ass or pussy was feeling something, deeply, in her core. The sound of her moans was different, richer, from her inner core. I wanted to experience that!

I wanted to experience what it felt like for the receiver as her ass closed on the fister’s wrist after the wide part, the knuckles and the knuckle of the thumb passed through the sphincter.

I loved how the asshole would come out a bit and just wrap itself gently around the fister’s wrist, so you could just see that outer wrist bone outside the anus, the rest of the hand being inside. I wanted to feel that feeling when her face just spoke real emotion, depth of feelings, the moans and the breathing were from the core, deep, real, primal.

I asked a distant friend to help. Tara agreed. I wanted to fuck her first. I wanted to be a man and fuck before I was fist fucked. She said she was on her period and didn’t want to fuck me, but she would fist me, and had a friend who was game to fuck me first and then film the fisting. She brought her to the hotel, a shortish brown skinned girl named Carmen. I liked her. She had caramel skin, and was just the right kind of attractive pudgy that she had gorgeous round, perfect, naturally big and perky boobs.

We sat on the bed next to each other first and smoked a joint (yes, it’s legal in Denver, CO), she in her bra, her breasts overflowing sexily, me in my underwear. I went to the bathroom and gave myself 3 enemas, til the water came out as clear as it went in. I came out naked, vulnerable, unsure.

Carmen took off her clothes and I put on a condom, she gave me head to get me hard. I had her lay on her back. Her slit was long, with delicious looking fat outer labia and butterfly inner labia that were purple and engorged. I penetrated her in a smooth thrust, she exhaled and gasped, her nails dragged across my back. I pressed into her deeply and arched my back to take one nipple with a deliciously large areola into my mouth izmit escort bayan and tease it between my teeth.

Tara relit the joint and I asked her to pass it to me. Tara put it between my lips and I took a drag as I was on top of Carmen, fucking her round, sexy young body. Some ash fell on Carmen’s forehead, Tara took the joint back. Carmen fondled my nipples, smooth arms cradling her breasts, compressing them, creating a beautiful valley between perky nipples.

From the excitement, her squeezing her delicious pussy on my cock, the weed, what was about to happen, I came, I squirted, I pushed deep into her, one contraction of my prostate, two, three, four, at six the contractions and the sensations weakened, my cock went limp, I pulled out and there was a healthy bit of sperm in the end of the condom.

Now it was my turn!

I lay on my back on the bed, legs out wide. I’m white, blond, athletic and do yoga around 3 times a week. But this was more to be more than yoga. This was to be an assisted stretch I hadn’t attempted before. And it was all or nothing, and I was determined Tara would get her whole hand in me.

Tara stood between my legs, put a glove on her right hand, lubed it with her left. Carmen had grabbed the camera and was filming a video of us. Tara asked me “ready?” I nodded “yes”. Tara put her first finger in my anus. It felt invasive, hard, foreign. I moaned to get in the mood. Tara added a second finger.

I focused on relaxing, breathing deep, visualizing porn, being open and receiving, being open, feeling very vulnerable.

Tara added a third finger into my root chakra, the base of my energy, my life, a sensitive part of my anatomy I always thought I should keep secret that was now being explored, widened, filmed. Tara twisted the fingers.

I asked for more lube. It felt nice, smooth, stretched, full, fulfilled, good. I liked the movement. I breathed, closed my eyes, tried to pull her in. She moved in me, I felt full but great. I asked how many fingers, she said: “all four”, I moaned and started stroking my completely limp cock. Tara worked me some more, twisting her hand from 9 o clock to 3 o’clock, her tits moving with her motion, as my stomach moved with my breathing, my fullness, my nervousness and anticipation.

Then Tara pulled back her hand. My anus tightened, but wanted more. Tara applied more lube to her knuckles and the base of her thumb and asked if I was ready. I was nervous, vulnerable, spread eagled in front of this skinny girl with a body like a sprinter with perky tits and this look on her face like she was going to fist fuck me hard, her way, her terms. I said “ok”.

I lay back, tried to relax, breathe. I felt a stretching, a pressure inward. My ass wasn’t giving izmit merkez escort way. I asked her to pulse her fist, it felt better, it seemed to help loosen my sphincter, but her knuckles felt dry, hard on my delicate inner skin. I asked for more lube. She eased back and applied more.

I grabbed my knees and opened myself for her. She leaned forward, watching me, my hole, she angled her elbow in so that she could push with her hips against it.

I could feel my anus swelling, stretching, dilating, the pores of the skin getting farther apart, thinner, more vulnerable, feeling everything, a bit dry, maybe it was the latex glove, stretched, expanded past my limit, painful, agonizing, a wave of sensation swept over me, pain, fear, sacrifice, taking one for the team, handling this, just being here, fisted, expanded, my most vulnerable being taken, stretched, expanded, made more versatile.

I went back to my breath, I sucked in her hand. I could feel it slide, penetrate, expand my inside. My anus re-contracted, shrank on her much thinner wrist. I spasmed in pleasure, ecstasy, fullness, deepness, being known, being explored, being held, being fisted, being what I had seen and blown my load to so often in porn.

I was a sexy, fisted person, really feeling, a hand up my ass, feeling all the endorphins, tingling, thrilling, feeling full and satiated and horny and perfect. I was fully alert, present, feeling everything, not worrying about the normal bullshit that is usually in my mental periphery. I had a slender arm coming toward me with a slender long fingered hand inside my ass. I had perky tits jiggling at me as Tara moved slightly in my widestretched ass.

I moaned. I rolled my eyes back. She held my gaze, lips pouted, an inscrutable smile, as she worked my insights and used her left hand to give her right more power to move inside me. I pulled back on my frenulum, masturbating myself, squeezing my ass as she begged me not to squeeze too hard, it was hard on her wrist bones.

I felt her, soft, moving, like the ocean, within me, delicious, full, stretched, completed. I squirted semen out of my limp cock, past my belly button, on my nipple, down my stomach. The sensation faded and my ass felt overstretched and overstimulated.

I asked her to slowly pull out. She did. I felt a sense of regret, melancholy. My anus restretched, expanded outward while around the wide part of her hand and then recontracted. It was a brief moment of pain, of being stretched to the limit, of being pushed past my boundaries, of doing more than I knew I could, and then it was a relief, a shrinking, reclosing of my ass as she withdrew her fingers and looked at them, clean a nd glistening with lube.

I wanted more. I had a bag izmit otele gelen escort of toys I had used to train my ass, to fuck my ass when I felt fucked by life and wanted to fuck myself in a way that felt fun, that gave me an orgasm, a release, catharsis. I told her to pull out the big blue one, the large, long, fat dildo with the slightly narrowed band just before the base.

I asked her to pull out the scarf that was also there, and knot it tight around that narrow part, and then tie the whole thing around her waist, a makeshift dildo harness. She did. It worked, even though it wanted to hang down like a limp cock unless supported by her hands.

I got on all fours, doggystyle. I was high, from the endorphins and the weed. I could feel my anus being penetrated, it felt amazing, but not as big as that dildo usually feels, that dildo is huge. This felt great, relaxing, beautiful, filling and refreshing. I asked her if she had inserted a finger. She said no. I didn’t believe her. I reached back, feeling around my asshole. It was the dildo.

Omg! That giant dildo felt like a finger after the fisting I had just gotten. I liked it. I asked her to fuck me. She did. In and out. I asked deeper, till the dildo hit the inner part of me, both sensitive, slightly painful and very orgasmic. Supposedly the Nazis to take sperm samples for their research in the concentration camps had just jammed broomsticks against this spot. Hit that deep spot hard enough and it triggers an ejaculation.

I liked this spot, yet asked her to pound it a little more gently, that way it’s orgasmic. She fucked me, one hand around the dildo, about 7 inches of the translucent blue monster inside my stretched ass.

I moaned. I masturbated some more. It felt great. I kept having her fuck me from behind with the big blue dildo, it felt amazing, I couldn’t get myself to come and yet I still wanted to keep being fucked, filled, worked. I loved the benefit of the feminine, of being able to receive non-stop and continue experiencing pleasure. My masculine part, my penis was done, needed rest and regeneration.

My anus could keep taking this, keep feeling sensitive, tingly, touched, amazing, stretched, sensitive, alive, electric, all encompassing, not just my anus, but my whole body. I relaxed and submitted, head resting on the bed, shoulders on the bed, ass back, fully relaxed, receptive, taking the pumps, occasionally being pushed forward by too hard of contact between the tip of the dildo and the part in me where the dildo hit.

I breathed, moaned, until she pulled out, slapped my butt and licked my nipples, telling me she had never done this before, she liked it. She liked the feeling of power, the taking, my reaction to her spreading me, opening me, stretching me, making me moan.

Carmen turned off the camera and gave me a high five. She asked me for me email address which I gave her, just in case she was ever interested in taking a man, in fisting me, in being in control, doing the unusual, going past her own comfort zone and preconceived notions. I hoped she would send me a sexy email for my next fisting experience.

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I.

Seven…eight…

I counted every rep in my head, pushing the barbell with all my might, my muscles straining against all hundred pounds that stood between me and victory.

Nine…ten…eleven…

My chest was burning, arms beginning to buckle, screaming, warning me that I’d gone too far, that now was the time to stop. To give up.

C’mon, just one more, I told myself. You can do it.

Red faced and nearly beaten, I summoned forth what little strength remained, and completed the final rep. I barely managed to set the barbell back onto the rack, my muscles thanking me for sweet relief as I slumped, winded and worn down, onto the sweat soaked bench, aching with the sweet feel of exhaustion that I had grown to love.

Like all the good things in my life at the time, I owed this development to Miss Amber. She had convinced me to start going to the gym the morning following our first night together. I was allowed to sleep over, only on the condition that I did so on the couch.

“It’s nothing personal,” she assured me as she handed me a pillow, along with a thin customary blanket. “I just like to have a full bed to myself.” I was in no position to protest, and despite this I slept well that night, drained and drowsy with satisfaction.

I was woken up the next morning by the sound of clattering dishes, and the smell of sizzling bacon. Groggy eyed, I sat up and saw Miss Amber hard at work in the kitchen, splitting her time between cooking bacon and eggs on the stove, and cutting up an assortment of fruit. She was wearing only a light gray t-shirt that looked to be two sizes too big, extending all the way down just past her thighs, and her red hair was tied up in a bun, fuzzy and frayed like a tangled ball of copper.

“Mmm, something smells good.” I sat up on the couch and stretched, and as the fog of sleep cleared and the world slowly came into focus, I remembered where I was, and for the first time in a while I couldn’t wait to start the day.

“Morning sleepy head,” said Miss Amber, looking over her shoulder in my direction. “Just making us some breakfast. I hope you like your eggs scrambled.”

“I love scrambled eggs,” I said, and she shot me an approving smile. It was the first time I’d seen Miss Amber without an ounce of makeup, and she looked no less amazing. In fact, stripped of all the glamour she looked even more beautiful in a natural sort of way. She had faint dark circles under her eyes, and her face was marked with the minor imperfections of age.

I threw a shirt on and made a quick trip to the bathroom before joining her in the kitchen. I was dying of thirst, so I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water, nearly downing the entire glass in four large gulps. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a large bowl of mixed fruit sitting on the counter, a half cut strawberry calling my name, and without thinking I reached down, plucked it from the bowl, and popped it in my mouth.

“Hey, I’m not finished,” she proclaimed, wagging her spatula at me. “No eating until I say so!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” I said. “Strawberries are my favorite.”

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait.” Her tone was disciplinary, but unmistakably playful.

“Yes Miss Amber.” I cracked a cheeky smile, letting her know how willing I was to play whatever game she wanted.

After a quick refill of water I took a seat at the kitchen table, watching Miss Amber as she put the finishing touches on her bacon and eggs. It was another hot and humid day, and the sun was out in full force, shining through the kitchen window like the torch of god, illuminating her nubile figure. The baggy shirt couldn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her perky nipples forming two tiny peaks across her chest. She wasn’t wearing any underwear either, which I figured out when she “accidentally” dropped the spatula, giving me a quick flash of her exquisite ass.

“You look lovely this morning,” I complimented.

Miss Amber looked amused and crossed her arms. “I thought we agreed to no lying mister,” she said. “I look like shit, and you know it. And don’t think you can sweet talk me after that sneaky shit you just pulled.”

“Not sweet talking.” I lifted my hands in the air, surrendering. “Just being honest.”

I sat my hands behind my head and leaned back, looking oddly assured, and Miss Amber noticed, giving me a long, hard inquisitive look, acknowledging the understated transformation that had taken place.

She turned the burner off and brought the pan to the kitchen table, scooping heaps of eggs evenly onto two large plates. Next came the bacon, again divided evenly, four stripes each. Finally she sat the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table, scooped a spoonful into two smaller bowls, and handed one to me, which I took eagerly. I was starving, and once again Miss Amber was feeding me exactly what I wanted. She had a knack for that.

“This looks delicious Miss Amber, thank you.”

“You’re welcome Jake. Now lets eat.”

I practically inhaled the bacon and eggs, only stopping every so often to cleanse my palate with a succulent mixture of strawberries, grapes, and pineapple. Miss Amber was bodrum escort much less boorish, taking her time, picking at her bowl of fruit one by one.

“So…” She leaned forward and took a bite of pineapple, giving me a tantalizing peak down her shirt. “How are you this morning?”

“Great,” I said, shoveling a fork full of eggs in my mouth. Food hadn’t tasted this good in long time. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m just peachy. Can’t ya tell?”

I could. Miss Amber was glowing in a way I had never seen before. She reached for a piece of bacon and took a bite, the crispy crunch breaking the stillness of the peaceful suburban atmosphere. I felt her foot brush up against my leg, rubbing me affectionately, up and down.

“I had a lot of fun last night,” she said.

“Me too.”

“You made me feel really good.” She took another bite of bacon, a wanting glimmer in her eyes. “Like, really good.”

“I aim to please.”

She shifted in her seat. “Think you can do it again?”

I froze, the last strip of bacon halfway to my mouth.

“You mean right now?” I asked. I was so preoccupied with filling my stomach that I had forgotten that Miss Amber had needs to fill of her own. I just hadn’t expected they’d have to be filled so soon in the morning.

“What, don’t think you’re up for it?” Her green eyes glowed and drifted downward, a silent command I had no choice but to follow. Miss Amber was challenging me, and I accepted, and suddenly I was hungry for meat of a different sort.

“Whatever you say Miss Amber.” I sat my fork down, pushed my plate aside, and took a cleansing swig of water, psyching myself up for another go around with this ravenous woman.

She watched me intently as I lowered myself under the table. Her legs were crossed, and as I crawled my way closer she opened them, gifting me with her delicate, pink pussy. My mouth watered at the sight, spurring me on to reach out, grab her legs, and pull her towards me. I heard her giggle as I slipped my head under her shirt, giving me an eyeful of the captivating body hiding underneath. I dotted her inner thigh with soft kisses, her supple white skin a tasty treat on the way to the main course.

Miss Amber’s pussy had ripened overnight, emanating an arousing pungent scent. I fervently licked it from bottom to top, lapping up the juices that had quickly begun oozing from her delicious center, savoring every molecule, willingly losing myself in her essence.

“That’s a good boy,” she encouraged, wrapping her fingers in my hair, pressing me further into her. “Keep going.”

Overwhelming desire compelled me to press the flat of my tongue against her clit, and I began massaging her pleasure button with soft delicate pulses. This sent a shotgun blast through her nerves, and she yelped and pulled my hair in approval.

“Oh my god!” Miss Amber howled. “Fuck! Jesus, yes, right there, just like that. Please, don’t stop what you’re doing.”

I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I had the fever now, and in my delirium I slipped my hands further up under her shirt and squeezed her breasts, twisting and pinching her hard erect nipples. I was savaging her on all fronts, assaulting her most sensitive areas.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She repeated it like a hymn between breaths, each verse faster and more frenzied, hot and heavy. “Don’t stop, god, don’t stop!”

Miss Amber sputtered and shook, and amidst her euphoria lifted her pelvis up, sending my head upward into the table with a thunk. I was seeing stars when I felt her pussy quiver and convulse around my tongue, and I answered back, giving her nipples one last hard pinch, activating her orgasm. It escaped from her throat in short, sharp bursts, leaving me to hold on for dear life as she bucked me around like a wild stallion.

The kitchen was wrapped in total silence afterward, save for our collective heavy breathing. Miss Amber was slouched in her chair, looking as satisfied as ever as I clawed my way out from under the table.

“Jeez, I think I got brain damage from that,” I said, standing up, nearly losing my balance.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” said Miss Amber between breaths. “I can get a little crazy when I come.”

“That’s an understatement. That’s twice now you’ve almost killed me.”

“Well, you’re just gonna have to learn to adapt.”

With a sudden burst of energy Miss Amber bounded from her seat, coming at me with the force of a jungle cat.

“I have an idea.” She reached down into my boxers and wrapped her sweaty, slippery hands around my cock. “You should start working out. Ya know, start lifting weights. Build up some of that muscle I know you’ve got. You’re gonna need it for what I’ve got planned for us.”

She began stroking me, working her magic.

“Don’t you think it’s only fair? I mean, I look good for you don’t I? You know women my age don’t have a body like this without working for it.” Miss Amber fell to her knees and pulled my boxers down, revealing all six and a half inches of me, fully hard and craving release. “I bet you would look so hot. Don’t you wanna look hot for me. Don’t you wanna satisfy me?”

She took me gümbet escort into her mouth with the grace of an angel, swallowing the entirety of my cock down her throat. She made it look so easy, plunging and pulling me into her mouth, gliding me along the warm wetness of her tongue. She looked up to me, eyes pleading, begging me to agree to her terms. And I was in no position to deny her.

“Yes, I’ll do it,” I grunted. “I’ll do it for you Miss Amber. Anything you want.”

She smiled, and gifted me with a lover’s kiss on the tip of my cock before finishing me in her mouth. She gobbled up every last drop of pleasure I fed her, and as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my body shook, for a few brief moments I was nothing but eternal bliss.

II.

The locker room was mostly empty, save for a lone guy washing his hands, which I was grateful for. I wasn’t quite accustomed yet to the locker room atmosphere, to changing around other people under the bright lights and sterile smells. It reminded me of high school gym class, which I’d rather forget. But I was quickly realizing that no one gives a shit. Well, unless you’re an old man with no shame who walks around with his dick out, which, to my displeasure, happened more often than I expected. And even then people didn’t say anything.

It’s funny, I thought as I undressed. Just a few months ago I never would have imagined myself in a place like this.

At first just stepping foot in the gym was enough to make me anxious with thoughts of self-doubt. I was already self-conscious about my body, always had been. I was a naturally thin guy, so the prospect of being surrounded by bulging biceps and tight abs intimidated me, made me feel small and inadequate. But I pushed through those negative feelings, guided by the hope of Miss Amber, and the longer I forced myself to do it the easier it became, until eventually going to the gym was a normal part of my routine, and I looked forward to loosing myself there four times a week.

It of course didn’t hurt that the gym was full of eye candy, and my eye wandered like a kid at a candy store. Naturally half of the members were women, and a good portion of those women had the kinds of bodies the others were working hard to obtain. It was extremely difficult not to stare between sets, especially at those who were comfortable enough to work out in nothing but a sports bra and tight yoga pants. There was one girl in particular who really caught my eye, a blonde haired beauty with the kind of tanned athletic body and curvaceous booty that stopped both men and women in their tracks, and she knew it, often stopping to admire herself in the mirror in between sets of squats. I thought about attempting to spark a conversation with her, which is something I never would have dreamed of considering mere months ago, but I was intimidated, and besides, gym etiquette told me not to hit on women at the gym, so I never went through with it.

I did however make a gym buddy, a short, slightly portly Puerto Rican man named Luis. We met after he innocently asked what exercise I was doing, and soon we began casually working out together whenever our schedules happened to coincide. He was slightly older than me, and was working through many of the same issues of self-worth and confidence that I was dealing with, only he didn’t have someone like Miss Amber to coach him through them. So he talked, and I listened, and I did my best to share some of the same wisdom she had imparted unto me. It was actually really helpful to have someone to talk and listen to; it helped me better process and internalize my own feelings. In a way the gym had become a form of therapy, of both body and mind.

This day had been an especially therapeutic workout, and I left the gym feeling great. I had bench pressed one hundred pounds for three full sets; a new personal record. It was the greatest feeling in the world, knowing I had pushed myself beyond my own expectations. I was going to be really sore for the next few days, but I didn’t mind; in fact I enjoyed it. It was just my body telling me I was making progress. And I was making progress fast, building muscle at a rate I hadn’t anticipated. I guess that’s what happens when you pick up a weight for the first time in your life.

“Have a great day!” said the receptionist as I headed toward the exit, flashing me that “come again” smile she had no doubt been trained to do. She was quite pretty, sporting a jet black pixie cut and a shiny silver nose ring in her left nostril.

“Thanks!” I flashed her a quick smile back as I walked out the door, where I was greeted by the thick wetness of summer hanging in the parking lot air, an unpleasant feeling multiplied by the sweat still clinging to my skin. I couldn’t wait to get home and wash it off with a cold shower.

I arrived to find my father passed out in his recliner, having dozed off to a rerun of the old black and white Addams Family television show. This had become the new routine ever since he retired, and I didn’t quite know how to feel about it. I don’t think he knew what to do with all the free time he had, so naturally he began to fill that time with the konacık escort comfort of nostalgia.

I quickly hopped in the shower, and for a while I just stood there, enjoying the cleansing relief of the cold water rolling down my face. Working out in days like this made cold showers an almost transcendent experience, and I always took my time to enjoy them.

I was drying myself off when I received a text message from Miss Amber. I had a pretty good idea of what to expect as I picked my pants up off the floor and pulled my phone out of the pocket.

You know the drill! Show me what you got 🙂

Right on schedule. Miss Amber had been asking for progress pictures ever since I agreed to start exercising. She was holding me accountable, which was valuable because it allowed me to look back and see the changes in real time. Not to mention the whole ritual was sexy as hell, knowing that Miss Amber was looking at them, so I didn’t mind one bit.

I threw my boxers on and took a selfie in the mirror, shocked by how good I looked. My arms had gotten bigger, my shoulders were thicker, and my pecs had filled out slightly. I could even see the faint outlines of my abdominal muscles developing. It was plain as day; my hard work was paying off. The frail boy I had once believed I was forever fated to be was fading away, day by day, replaced by something better but no less recognizable. I was looking stronger and more masculine, which consequently made me feel more attractive and boosted my confidence significantly. I eagerly sent the picture, and started getting hard imagining Miss Amber’s reaction.

I was fully dressed and taking a short post-workout nap when she texted me back, and her response did not disappoint.

OMG you look so good. I can’t wait to take a bite out of you 😉 Keep it up! Proud of you!

This was just one way in which my relationship with Miss Amber had heated up in the days following our first night together. Now we were playing with each other on a whole new level. It started the following Monday, when she stole me aside in the staff lounge and had me lick that scrumptious pussy of hers. I of course was eager to please, and she rewarded me the next day by giving me a blowjob in the back of her car during our lunch break. And this is how it went on for a while every day at work, me going down on her one day, her sucking me off the next. Occasionally, on slower days, when she was feeling especially adventurous, she would hide me under the children’s desk, daring me to make her come hard enough to risk getting caught. I could tell she really enjoyed this, because she was always wetter than usual, and quicker to bring to climax. Her appetite was insatiable, to the point where if exercising hadn’t increased my already high libido I’m not sure I would’ve been able to keep up.

That was another benefit of working out. I found that I had a lot more energy and stamina, the kind I knew I needed if I wanted to make it to the end of whatever sexual adventures Miss Amber had in store for me next. My urges were more intense than ever, and she enjoyed teasing and taunting me about it. Whenever she sucked my cock she would challenge me to last longer than I did the last time, telling me that it was all over between us if I came before she said I could. Regardless of whether she meant it or not, I took her threats seriously, and it took all my effort to suppress the impulse to explode in her mouth as soon as I felt the desire to. But when she did finally give me permission, the wait was always worth it. My orgasms were absolutely incredible, and she always swallowed eagerly, never leaving a drop of evidence of our secret dalliance behind.

Frankly it was quite tortuous in certain aspects, but I never complained. By this point I knew Miss Amber’s MO. This was just another one of her trials. She was a blacksmith, and I was the sword, and she was hammering and folding me in the fires of discipline and control, sharpening me for the sole purpose of fulfilling both our fantasies.

For as unrelenting as she was though, Miss Amber knew how to balance her efforts with her trademark tenderness. She always kissed me after making her come, licking the taste of herself off my lips with a deep and passionate stamp of approval that never failed to lift my spirits. Those moments made all the sexual angst she was putting me through worth it.

Things weren’t all sunshine and rainbows for me however. Months earlier, in the beginnings of my tryst with Miss Amber, my father, tired of my procrastination and general apathy with finding a suitable university to attend in the fall, had taken the liberty of doing so himself. He spent all of his free time, of which he had plenty, researching, and eventually presented me with a handful of schools he thought would be suitable for me. Without giving it much thought I begrudgingly chose the closest one a few hours away, East Shores University, a midrange affordable college generic enough to suit those like myself who had no direction in life, but respectable enough that it would look good on a resume. My dad seemed pleased enough with the choice, but I was anything but. It felt like he had hijacked the trajectory of my life and taken the reigns himself, without giving me much say about it. Looking back now though I can’t say that I blame him. I was indecisive, and wishy-washy, and it was sabotaging my future, so my dad had no choice but to push me out. In a way it was a lot like what Miss Amber was doing. Only way, way less fun.

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