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It’s now been five days since the headmistress at my daughter’s school revealed herself to me as my Mistress. The Mistress that I thought was half the world away and eight hours behind me. Within the last few days she has answered all of my queries on how and why she kept the truth from me. She also said that if I had been in the next town she would have carried on with pretending she was miles away. But as I revealed maybe a tad too much about my surroundings and thoughts she couldn’t resist in showing herself when she was ready. She kept her promise with the email contact and now I have her special instruction printed out in front of me.

I was to go to the school and park my car at the rear of the building, just outside her office. There was nothing unusual with parents parking around the back, as after school meetings with the headmistress were common and she always, for the sake of reputation, told parents to use the parking spaces provided. I was also informed that my daughter would be helping out in the crèche again, which is situated in the furthest block from Miss Pittuck’s office.

With an hour to go before I had to meet her, I took a relaxing bath. I covered my mound in shaving cream and brought the razor to it. The strokes of the razor sent tingles to my pussy. I spread my legs, hanging my left leg obscenely over the side of the bath. Again I applied the cream to my pussy and with care began to remove my trimmed pubes from my engorged lips. As I held the razor my little finger dipped just inside the crevice. It was moist with a velvety slickness. I shuddered with the contact and reminded myself that I wasn’t meant to be pleasuring myself. When my pussy was completely smooth I rinsed off the excess cream and pulled the plug, draining the water from the bath.

Stepping out of the bath I grabbed the extra large fluffy towel and wrapped it tightly around my curves. The soft material caught on my erect nipple causing me to gasp as it sent a jolt of electricity through me. My body was tingling from head to toe. I haven’t had an orgasm since that day in Miss Pittuck’s office and my body was now reeling with excitement as to what would happen in just a short while.

I opened up my wardrobe and picked out the outfit that I was told to wear. As I took the hanger from the rail I smiled and moaned. I brushed my fingers over the clothing and removed each garment from the hanger. After softly patting myself dry with the towel I applied deodorant and moisturiser. I reached for the crisp white shirt and slid my arms into it. I buttoned it from the bottom and stopped at the fourth one. The top of the shirt was open to my cleavage. I was told that panties and a bra wouldn’t be necessary. The bra part surprised me, considering my tits are large and needed some kind of support!

I stepped into the short grey pleated skirt, which leaves little to the imagination. The hem only just covers my arse and if you see me bend over in it, well, you just might see a little slice of heaven! I opened the drawer and took out a pair of long white socks. I rolled them slowly over my toes, my ankles and teasingly over my calves and over my knees. From under the bed I took my black court shoes with a slight heel and eased my feet into them. And now for the kuşadası escort final part of my attire, the school tie. I took the spare one from my daughter’s room and loosely tied it, fitting it under the collar and letting it fall on top of the shirt just below my cleavage.

I looked at myself in the mirror and stroked the “M” that sat proudly from my neck. As I smiled at my reflection I began to ruffle my hair. The movement of the shirt heightened the sensitivity of my nipples. I could feel my pussy moisten. I was so tempted to run my finger over my bare skin but again thought better of it. I grabbed my leather coat that I was permitted to wear over my clothes and made my way to the school, feeling both excited and nervous.

I pulled up right outside the door to Miss Pittuck’s office and checked myself over before I got out the car. I knocked three times on the door and waited. I began to look sheepishly around, wondering if I had got the time wrong. In my haste to read her mails and do her bidding it is possible that I miss certain requests the first time around and quite often her mails do need a second and third read. Could I have misread the time, or even the day? I began to feel apprehensive. Should I just turn and leave? Her shadow looming towards the door thwarted my doubts. I breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the door. She gazed at my long leather coat, a silent indication that she was waiting for me to open it up. I untied the soft leather belt and slowly pulled the coat apart, revealing my daring outfit that she requested me to be in. Her eyes then worked their way down my body. Over my tits, stomach, my grey pleated skirt and finally on my long white socks.

“Ms Leoni, don’t you look delectable? Get in and take off your coat!” I removed my coat straightaway and stood in front of the leather chair that I had crudely licked the other day. Miss Pittuck stood by her desk. I couldn’t help but get a stirring when my eyes fell from her heaving breasts to her black skirt, black nylons and shiny black high heels. “I know what you’re thinking you little slut!” She started to walk towards me and my legs began to weaken. “You’re thinking are they tights or are they stockings, aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress!” Standing in front of me, she was no longer the headmistress that I have known for seven years. Now she was this goddess that ruled my heart and mind.

“On your knees and take a look.” I dropped to my knees at once. My eyes rested on the hem of her skirt as she slowly lifted it. As it rose higher my breathing slowed and deepened. I inhaled a short breath and with a hint of a whimper the tops of her stockings came into view. The pattern of lace was intricate and looked oh so delicate against her skin. As she raised her skirt a little more I noticed that she wasn’t wearing underwear. I looked up at her, her eyes directly on mine. “Pleasure your Mistress!”

I didn’t have time to answer. She grabbed my head and pulled me into her musky scent. She spread her legs wider giving me room to fully lick her moistened pussy. I curved my arms around her legs and lovingly stroked the soft material. I traced my fingers from her ankle to her knees and beyond, swirling imaginary lines over her stockings. I gently kuşadası escort bayan caressed the lace tops and ran my fingers down the back of her knees, feeling her legs give way slightly. I began to lick wildly on her swollen lips. I sucked them into my mouth and nibbled them causing her to moan. Her protruding clit became my next target. I sucked, licked and tugged at her throbbing spot and she began to fuck my face with vigour. Her thighs tensed around my ears and her pussy convulsed on my mouth. Her panting and gasps reached fever pitch, sending me into my own mini orgasm with a loud whimper. She heard my impromptu moan then forcefully pushed my head back causing me to fall to the floor.

She lowered her skirt and took a step back. “Have you just got yourself off slut?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I thought you were a good girl, isn’t that what you’ve been telling me the last few months?” She stood there with her arms folded, looking sternly at me.

“I couldn’t help myself, it just happened!” I pleaded with her even though I knew she wouldn’t let this go.

“You are a very naughty schoolgirl, and you know very well what happens when you disobey me. Stand and position yourself!”

I stood up and positioned myself over the leather chair. My legs spread on each arm and my arms resting on the back. There was no need to flip my skirt up because I felt the cool air hit my bare pussy. I was already exposed to her. I could feel my pussy begin to pulse again. Juices were seeping over my swollen lips and gradually edging to my inner thighs.

I lowered my head and managed to look to the right of me and saw that Mistress had sat at her desk. She was glaring at me. Her stare heating up my skin, making it tingle. I felt her crawling all over me. Minutes had passed and I was still positioned on the chair. My legs began to tremble and I wasn’t sure how long I could stay this way. Thirty minutes had passed by and still she sat there, making me wait and making me squirm. Her eyes were still on me, her gaze coursing through me.

Suddenly she got up, the noise of her chair scraping across the wooden floor. Her heels, stepping in time and in seconds her hand crept onto my bottom then edged between my thighs. I moaned as her fingers met the pool of wetness just inside my pussy. “Mmm, nice and smooth for me, I like that! I’m pleased you remembered that I like my sluts to be smooth!” Her fingers slowly slid inside my pussy. She withdrew them fully and re-entered. Over and over again she did this, working up a rhythm, building me up. I was groaning more with each stroke and my hips were beginning to grind back and forth. “You’re impatient aren’t you slut?”

“Ohhh, yes Mistress!”

With that she took her fingers from me causing me to moan in frustration. “You certainly are a naughty schoolgirl. I think a little… punishment is due. Little sluts like you need to be taught a lesson!”

A few seconds went by and I felt a soft slapping on one of my arse cheeks. It wasn’t from her hand or the cane. Both of which she had previously threatened me with, if we ever did meet! The slapping got gradually harder and the sound became more of a ‘crack’ than a slap. It got harder and a sting built up between each one. escort kuşadası “You deserve the paddle young lady… and I think your slutty arse likes it!”

She left tingling pauses between each paddle and I gasped with the sting each time. Every time she paddled me I knew a harder one would follow. I began to sob as they really began to hurt. With each paddle I jolted forward, leaning into the back of the chair. Tears streamed down my cheeks, dripping onto the leather. My arse and thighs were sore, they stung and tingled like never before. My heavy breasts were squashed into the cool leather. I pleaded with her to stop but she continued with my punishment. She must have known I was near to breaking point because after the hardest paddle of the lot, she stopped, to my relief.

Again her fingers found my pussy. “Ohh you little slut, you like the paddle don’t you?” I nodded my head, affirming the answer. Her palm stroked the length of my pussy. She hooked her finger onto my clit and rubbed it hard and fast.

“Ohhh god… ohhh god…. Ohhhhh god, please Mistress!”

“Please what you little bitch?”

“I need to…. Ohhhh…. ” She quickly took her fingers away. “Argghh goddd” I yelled in frustration.

“You, young lady are not permitted to orgasm until I allow it… do you understand that?”

Breathlessly I replied. “Yes Mistress!”

“Stand for me. Open that shirt, I want to see those lovely breasts!” I eased myself up from the chair. My legs ached and my thighs and arse still stung. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to sit down, it felt so tender. I slowly unbuttoned by shirt, my gaze fully on hers. “Mmm… Now take off the tie!” I slipped the tie from my head and handed it to her. She placed it around my head, covering my eyes. “Now wait!” I stood there, waiting… and waiting. I jolted when I felt something brush across my nipple. I yelped as a crushing pain enveloped it. My knees buckled beneath me as the pain took hold. “Sshh, calm down…” She waited for my breathing to regain some kind of normality and attached something to my other nipple. I gasped again and once more she calmed me. I felt heady. I thought I was falling. I bent forward, breathing deeply. Her hand clasped in my hair and she pulled me up. “You must take it with no reaction… you will learn to do that!” As I replied with a simple nod she removed the tie from my eyes. “Our school tie… cute touch!” She grinned. “I see you can be quite flippant and cheeky, I’m going to have to watch that, aren’t I?”

I giggled in a schoolgirl way then looked down to my tits. Placed on the nipples were wooden clothes pegs. I began to button my shirt. “Did I say to do that?”

“No Mistress.”

“Well, leave it open. You’re my slut, I expect you to look like one!”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good girl, now straighten yourself up!” She raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, making her look as sexy as ever. “Oh, and you remember you handed me your red thong?” I nodded. “Well, I may have a surprise for you next time, providing you are a good girl for me. I know how you like panties, Ms Leoni. The dirtier the better, wasn’t it?”

My smile broadened immediately. I knew what she meant and the reaction between my thighs was evident of that. “Yes Mistress, I’ll be a good girl!”

“Leave those pegs on until I instruct you to take them off… Now go, you are dismissed!”

“Thank you Mistress!” With that I took my leather coat from the hook and drove home, hoping that she would mail me soon and release me from the dull numbness that had encompassed my nipples.

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Fragile Unbroken Ch. 05

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Fragile Unbroken Ch. 05

“Depth”

I generally swim at night, to avoid the sun, or I dwell in the shadows which hang over the water for part of the day. My Masters home has a pool in the backyard with a hot tub above it which overflows down over rocks creating a waterfall. The sounds create a peaceful, relaxing environment so it runs almost all the time even when the hot tub is cold.

The night was warm. Master was relaxed, half wading in the pool and I was thinking to myself while I swam short laps. We were naked, but then, we almost always swim naked. Our privacy is secure as we live outside of town and Master owns the surrounding property. We live as he chooses to. He has often said that the only way we can live life our way is if we make our life for ourselves. I have a hard time reconciling that philosophy with a life of slavery, but it makes sense for everyone but me.

These thoughts brought me back to the time when we met, when I was just about to get my ID and went to a bar for the first time. He approached me and we talked as my girlfriends and I proceeded to get hammered. I doubt I’ll ever forget that conversation. “Wow Stephanie, you’re putting that wine away pretty fast. Do you really want to ruin this night by throwing up?

I thought no, not really.

Then he said, “Your life is what to make of it. Slow down and let yourself revel in it.”

That has become my motto, especially now that he owns me, with the exception that my life is the amazing thing he helped me make of it instead. The wildest part is that while he has taught me, and taken ownership of me, he has always empowered me like that. He has built me up to know how strong I am and to control myself even as he has stripped away my desire to be controlled bomonti escort by anyone but him.

He went to the bar and brought back a glass of ice. Without asking he filled my wine glass with the ice and said, “Now just sip. Let the ice melt. As it melts, drink it. Keep your glass topped off with ice and add another splash of wine here and there. This way you can drink all night while your girlfriends are getting shit-faced, but you’ll be able to drink right along with them all night without losing control.”

Pretty good stuff, right? I still do that all the time and truth be told I also do have control of my life because I have the choice to leave this life at any time, but baby believe me, I wouldn’t leave this life for anything. I feel like a sex goddess slave to a king of the world.

Right now, I was hoping for some of that sex. Those memories had me fired up for this amazing man, Master, and dominating influence over me.

He didn’t know it but he was dominating my pussy right that moment because it’s all I could think about. I wanted to get fucked really, really hard.

I dipped under the water, swimming up to him. I could see the dark outline of his cock as he floated with his feet dragging on the bottom of the shallow end of the pool. I swam right along his body, up toward him and startled him as I made contact. My head popped out of the water right in front of his face and I wrapped my body around him. I put my lips close to his ear and whispered, “Master, please fuck your slave. She needs your cock inside her. She wants your hot cum to fill her soul.” I lifted my tits up into his face. “These girls miss you too.”

That kind of talk always gets him. Who’s in control now?

Believe cihangir escort me, if I had any control, Master took it right back. No sooner than I had spoken, I felt his cock pressing against my thigh as it hardened and straightened and started to lay against the crack of my ass.

“Well, since you ask so nicely.” He lifted me up and and tried to push his cock in, but he missed and I reached down and grabbed it, guiding into me. It slid in, and within a few strokes he was buried deep inside of me. My insides felt full. I filled his head with more syrupy, seductive murmurings.

“Oh Master, your cock is so big.” I said in my most playful seductress voice. “I feel it in my throat.”

“Oh, you’ll feel it in your throat girl.” He chuckled, then thrust into me so hard I thought my hips would break.

“Please Master.” I continued my game. “Your slave loves her Masters cock in her throat, but right now her pussy is begging to be filled with you.”

He didn’t waste any time. He gripped my hips and the water began to splash as he started slamming me down on his cock and thrusting up into me at the same time. Oh my god, I thought I was going to die it felt so good.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good” i said, not playfully, but as sincerely as I think I could ever sound. He truly did feel huge in me. I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my cervix, or whatever it is that he hits in there that makes me feel like I’ve been impaled to the hilt. The angle was perfect.

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the feeling of my wet nipples sliding over his wet chest. The thrusts kept coming but not as hard or penetrating so I leaned back again and the next kurtuluş escort thrust brought back that thumping cock inside me. It made me think I was going to cum already. I ground my hips against him, matching his rhythm.

We fucked like that for a long while, the pressure building up inside me toward a massive orgasm. Each time his cock hit my depths, I ground my clit against his pubic bone. It made his dick shift deep inside me. Whatever that big cock was doing in there, it felt amazing.

I was so ready to cum. I knew i wasn’t going to last. I looked at Master, realizing my eyes had been shut the whole time. “Master…”

He knew. “Cum when you’re ready girl. You’ve earned it.”

I replied in absolute lust. “Please don’t stop Master, it feels so good.”

He didn’t stop. He intensified, grinding his hips into me after each thrust. As his cock remained there I wiggled my hips back and for the against him, feeling the thick cock moving deep Inside me. The orgasm hit me in a huge wave. I cried out loud with a long wail of pleasure. “Ohhh Master, fuck meeeee haaaard.”

He did. I opened my eyes again to see his were closed. His thrust were quicker and harder and ever so deep. Our pubic bones were crushed against each other in each thrust. With a grunt he held his cock inside me and I felt a surge of his heat inside me. His hips convulsed. He grunted with each little thrust, depositing his hot love juice in depths only he could touch. A cock is one thing, but the cock of one you love is another thing altogether.

I climaxed again, or I just kept climaxing, I don’t know which, but by the time Master slowed down I was slumped over onto his chest feeling him breath under me. We floated like that together for ages, only interrupted by his cock sliding out of me after a long while.

We never left than embrace until Master invited me to his bed. We dried off, crawled in bed and I slept curled up next to him all night. It was a welcome privilege. I don’t think I even dreamt, but just slept in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

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Her Gift to Papa Ch. 04

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Chapter 4

Day 4 – A fantasy fulfilled but hers or His?

Kaitlin awoke late the next morning with her Papa’s arms still around her. They had both napped after the encounter with Monica. The rest of the evening had been spent just talking and getting to know one another more in depth until the wee hours of the morning. Andrew now knew more about her than any other man had ever before. She trusted him more implicitly than she had ever been able to do with any other person. It felt wonderful to feel so safe in his arms and his presence, something that had been completely lacking in her life before having met him. Always before she had held back a part of herself from people in relationships, men in particular. She felt he understood her more than people in her past and the trust she had placed in his hands went far beyond the sexual encounters they had thus far shared together.

She leaned down to brush her lips against his and felt his arms tighten around her. She laughed aloud. “So you were faking being asleep huh?” she said with a grin in her voice.

“Well I wanted my wake up kiss, so I feel no guilt for letting you think I was still sleeping,” he said laughing with her.

He pulled her tighter against him as he returned her kiss. At one time Kaitlin had thought differently about Dom/sub relationships but had discovered with Andrew at least there were two very complex sides to this man. While he was in control at all times both in and out of their bedroom, there was latitude in his actions with her when they weren’t involved in a ‘scene’.

She by no means felt like a doormat, someone to be used or abused or walked all over. Her Papa let her be herself and it appeared that he very much liked her both tied up and bound to do his bidding or just as a woman by his side. At this moment she was happier than she had ever before been in her life.

“I am almost tempted to ask what you have planned for us today but on the other hand it is more fun being surprised,” she said with a chuckle.

“Oh you can ask baby, but that doesn’t mean I am going to tell you,” he said. He swatted her butt and then told her “Get that sweet ass in gear and pack up your things. We are going to spend the rest of the week in your apartment. I don’t know about you but I need a bigger bed,” he said with a smile.

He knew she had a queen size bed in her apartment and it would be an improvement over the full size bed here in the hotel. She was a little surprised at his intentions though and would have thought perhaps he would have just asked to switch rooms with a bigger bed, perhaps a king size, but she could tell this was not something she was suppose to question and prudently decided to obey him without attempting to find out why he had made this decision. In their short time together she had come to see and realize that her Papa didn’t usually make rash decisions and more than likely had a very good reason for wanting to now be at her apartment instead of the hotel.

With one last lingering kiss on his lips she arose to do his bidding. As she headed for the bathroom, she could hear him moving about as well. She did not linger long in the shower but did take the time to shave because of how Andrew had made it known he expected her to be smooth at all times now. She hurried out of the shower toweling herself off and then quickly left the room to get dressed. Andrew had already laid out her clothes for her and she was now quite use to just dressing in whatever he had placed out for her to don. Today’s selection was actually clothes of her own that she had brought with her but what was noticeably missing were the panties that she was getting use to not wearing but also there was no bra. She knew that this was not an oversight on his part, knew in her heart and head he expected her to not wear one today.

The top he had placed out for her was a summer sweater, very soft to the touch but also clingy and would show off her uncovered breasts. She had never worn the top without a bra before, but she could very well see in her mind’s eye how it was going to look. The sweater was a very becoming pale olive green with tiny pearl buttons on it. The pants he had selected were her jeans that he had requested that she pack when they had discussed her clothing prior to their meeting. He had requested she pack her tightest pair she remembered now and her reaction at the time she thought with a laugh. Now she knew why she smiled to herself. The no panties and the bare shaved pussy would cause friction and she knew that was his intention.

She pulled the jeans over her smooth legs lying down on the bed to pull up the zipper and snap the button encasing her body in the denim fabric. He had said her tightest jeans and she had literally taken his message to heart. The soft but stiffer material than a pair of slacks against her bare pussy felt erotic, rubbing her vaginal lips when she moved off the bed to put on the sweater. The jeans fit her ass like a glove and the top sans bra clung to her breasts and her nipples hardened from the touch of the soft clingy fabric. kuşadası escort

It was very obvious she had no bra on and she fought the impulse to cross her arms over her chest and hide her breasts from view. She was still getting use to Andrew wanting to always show her body off to other men. Even though it never crossed her mind to not do as he instructed, she couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed that everyone seeing her today would see her nipples. Sliding her feet into her sandals, she quickly gathered all her belongings together and packed her suitcase.

Andrew came into the room from his own shower just as she was closing the zipper on her bag. With him dropping his towel she gazed at the man before her in all his naked glory and desired him once again. Never before had she felt such strong feelings and emotions to be with a man any time and anywhere he wanted her. She quickly averted her gaze and set forth to do the task he requested feeling her body tingling from wanting him so much.

“Baby, pack for me too while I am getting dressed and then we will leave for your apartment although we are just going to be there long enough to drop off our bags and take your car after the cab takes us there,” he directed her as he finished drying himself.

She made good time in packing his things just as he was finishing dressing and he walked over to her. “The outfit on you looks good baby, but you forgot one thing,” he admonished.

He reached toward her sweater and undid the top two buttons openly displaying the top of her bare breasts. There would be no doubt now in anyone’s mind that she was not wearing a bra with the way her breasts were exposed. The material covered her nipples but just barely. Kaitlin blushed deeply knowing she was going to be out in public soon but Andrew wanted it this way and that was the way it had to be.

“Don’t ever forget baby, your mine; my slut, my whore, MINE! You are going to have to get used to me showing off your body to other men because that’s just the way it is now. Although I do admit you do blush so prettily,” he said lifting her chin to gaze into her eyes.

“Yes Papa, I will try to remember that and not disappoint you,” Kaitlin said meekly.

He hugged her to him and placed a kiss on the top of her head as he motioned for her to help him gather their things to leave. There was a knock at the door and Andrew strolled over to the door to admit the bellhop that was to carry their luggage down to the lobby. His appreciative glance at Kaitlin did not go unnoticed by either her or Andrew as she blushed once again and her Papa just smiled. He pulled her to him as the other man watched, he placed his hand into her sweater and squeezed her breast stroking the nipple.

Her face was on fire but her cunt began to throb from his touch. He leaned down and captured her lips rather savagely with his own letting the man know that this was his property, his baby and he tweaked her nipple again before removing his hand and swatting her butt to motion her out the door. She led the way as they all made their way toward the bank of elevators.

She was mortified but knew not to say a word and it hadn’t yet dawned on her that her obvious embarrassment when Andrew did things publicly was part of her appeal to him. Knowing that he was the only man allowed to touch her anyway he wanted to and then to never be chastised for it was exactly what he desired from Kaitlin and also knowing she would quite possibly always be worrying about what people must think of her but would never tell him no.

The ride down to the lobby was uneventful while Andrew allowed his baby to get her bearings and to get over her embarrassment. He knew what he had planned for them today and was eagerly looking forward to it. He also knew what it would take out of Kaitlin to follow his wishes and he wanted her discomfort to be minimal. Time was of the essence though if his plan for today was to take place.

The taxi took them to Kaitlin’s apartment in record time considering the heavy weekday traffic of the city. With barely giving her time for them to deposit their luggage, he once again grabbed her hand leading her out the door and to her car. He took her keys from her hand and motioned her to get in on the passenger side. She did so and then turned toward him with a question in her eyes wondering exactly what did he have planned but didn’t utter a word. She waited patiently for him to tell her.

“That grocery store we passed on the way to your apartment baby, is that where Victor works?” he asked and it was then Kaitlin knew exactly what he wanted for her, for them.

One of the things Andrew had her do when their relationship was strictly online, was flirt very heavily with a black man that used to be her employee in a previous job. The man still worked for the company she used to and had in a weird quirk of fate ended up working at the store that was in her neighborhood. She had indeed flirted with Victor repeatedly just the way Andrew had instructed her to do at the time, but had never been able kuşadası escort bayan to take it further than that even though it had been obvious that was what Andrew had desired.

Now the decision was being taken out of her hands and she could easily guess what her Papa intended to try to make happen this evening for her, for them. Whether Victor would be willing remained to be seen and color was again infused on her cheeks.

“Yes Papa, it is,” she said quietly and her eyes downcast.

She had known Victor for a number of years now so it wasn’t like he was a stranger, but she still felt timid about what Andrew obviously wanted to happen. A part of her wanted it as well, but she never would have taken the initiative on her own and somehow Andrew had sensed that and was taking matters into his own hands. While she was showering unbeknownst to her, Andrew had called the store and verified that Victor was working today. He also had been in contact with Victor prior to his arrival to meet Kaitlin and had outlined for the man what his intentions were.

Kaitlin had never guessed that Victor had desired her for years but never acted on those feelings out of respect for her. She had been a wonderful boss to him so many years ago and someone he still considered a friend and would never have crossed that line without knowing what her reaction would be. With Andrew taking the helm, they both were going to experience what each had fantasized about at one time or another.

They pulled up in front of the store and Andrew motioned for her to follow him into the building. The nervousness she felt was evident on her face but she opened her car door as he requested to follow him inside. She fought the desire to cross her arms across her chest again and hide her exposed breasts knowing they were going to enter the store and Victor would see how her Papa had her dressed. She knew while she looked very sexy, it was hard for her to be ‘exposed’ to a man that had known her for years, one that at one time had been her employee and she his boss.

The shoppers they passed on the way to the back of the store for the most part given the time of day and being a weekday at that were women. The majority of them really didn’t give her more than a cursory glance although a few did smile in appreciation of Andrew’s rugged good looks. Shortly they arrived at the meat counter where Victor worked and he saw them almost immediately and walked toward them.

“Hi babe, long time no see,” said Victor, as he looked her up and down with obvious interest in how she looked.

He had always called her babe; it was a standing joke between the two of them. She had been his mentor a lifetime ago before he grew into the man he was today and their career paths changed.

“Hi Victor,” she said softly. She wasn’t sure how much if anything he knew about her and Andrew and was almost tongue-tied in his presence.

“Damn you look good babe” he said to her still openly staring at her.

The lust he felt for her was obvious in his eyes, something she had never seen full blown before although at times it had seemed to be there right beneath the surface. At that moment Kaitlin realized that more than likely because of them being here and the desire she saw on Victor’s face now, her Papa had planned this meeting and Victor had been briefed ahead of time on the circumstances and what her relationship with Andrew was. She also felt that he had been asked to join them this afternoon and that thought was confirmed when Victor said, “I get off in a few minutes and then can leave with you guys.”

Andrew spoke now for the first time and told him, “We will be waiting for you in the car. I’m parked right outside.”

Victor nodded his affirmation and her Papa took hold of her elbow to lead her away. She involuntarily looked back over her shoulder and saw Victor staring at the two of them and then he winked at her. Her face reddened but she smiled timidly back at him and felt her body beginning to respond with the knowledge of what was soon to take place.

As her Papa led her away, she turned her attention back to the man beside her and glanced at him trying to decipher the emotions she saw on his face. She wondered now if he was disappointed in her that she had never followed through with Victor before when he had expected her to several months ago but was scared to ask. Whatever his thoughts were on the subject however, he was keeping to himself for at least the time being. She did feel that at some point in the near future he would tell her but she decided to wait for him to bring the subject up himself.

Kaitlin and Andrew arrived back at the car and sat down inside to wait for Victor. They sat there quietly, neither one of them saying a word for a while. After a few moments had passed though her Papa said to her, “Baby, I do expect you to do this for me, for us and I am not giving you any option on backing out this time. I made it understood to you months ago this was what I desired and you never followed through. I’m disappointed in escort kuşadası you but because of it happening before we actually met, I am going to let it go for now but I do expect you to now follow my orders to the letter. Do I make myself clear little one?”

“Yes Papa, very clear. I promise I will not disappoint you this time,” she said with remorse in her voice.

Oh how she hated making her Papa disappointed in her and although he said no more on the subject, she mentally berated herself far more harshly than any words he had spoken could have or would. She was learning rather quickly that her own mental punishing of herself at times was in a way far more severe than anything Andrew could or would do to her. It definitely gave her pause for thought.

At that moment she heard a tap on the car window and turned to see that Victor was there. He opened the door leading to the back seat and slid in behind them. She turned around to face him and smiled softly at him.

“You sure about this Victor?” she asked not wasting time in being coy.

“Very sure babe. I have wanted you for years but never dreamed it would be possible,” he said in the deep baritone she would recognize anywhere.

“Even if Andrew desires it to be a threesome Victor?” she had to ask.

“As long as it just you that is touching me that’s cool babe. I already told him that,” he said pointing at Andrew.

With those words Kaitlin allowed herself to relax a little knowing that her Papa might have a man join them many times over in ‘scenes’, it was only for her pain/pleasure and him watching having no desire for a man to touch him or vice versa. The short ride to her apartment was soon accomplished and the three of them headed toward her door. Now Kaitlin understood why they had checked out of the hotel earlier today and came here instead. He did it to put her at ease knowing this was hard for her and would be somewhat easier in familiar surroundings.

They stepped into her living room and Andrew wasted no time in making things happen. Both men had sat down on opposite ends of the sofa while she stood unsure what to do.

“I want you to strip for us baby. Take your time while we watch,” stated Andrew.

She slid her feet out of her sandals and slowly began unbuttoning the sweater. With only the two articles of clothing on her body, this ‘strip tease’ wouldn’t last that long but she made the most of the time. Each button undone showed more of her luscious breasts and Kaitlin watched Victor as she undid them. He never took his eyes off of her as she painstakingly undid each button instead of just pulling the top over her head.

Once the top was undone she stood in front of Victor knowing her Papa was watching intently. She opened the sweater and showed her breasts completely to Victor for the first time and her gaze dropped instinctively to his lap and saw his hard cock straining the zipper in his pants. She moved in front of him and used both hands to push her milky white breasts together and leaning down pressed them toward his dark ebony face. His pink tongue darted out to lick the tip of her nipple and she gasped from his touch.

Moving away from him she reached for the zipper of her jeans and slowly slid it down. She wiggled her butt to remove the very tight jeans and slid them down her legs as Victor watched her with undisguised lust. Andrew was watching the both of them with obvious enjoyment as Kaitlin glanced over at him and tentatively smiled. He smiled back at her and nodded his head knowing she was seeking his approval to continue. He stood up and gathered her in his arms to carry her to her bedroom and motioned for Victor to follow them. He pulled back the comforter on her bed and lay her gently down in the middle. He then sat down in the chair in her room to watch her and Victor together.

Kaitlin smiled up at the dark man and teasingly asked him if he didn’t think he was a tad overdressed for the occasion. Those were the only words Victor needed to hear to strip away his clothing as well. In short order he joined her in the middle of the bed as her Papa watched them both. She was already very damp from the longings stirring inside her and wanted this more than she had ever dreamed possible. In this case though she became the aggressor as Andrew remained silent beside them watching.

She pushed Victor gently on to his back and then took his enormous cock in her hand. She gently stroked him as she feathered kisses on his mouth, then forcing his mouth open with her tongue. She deepened the kiss as she continued to stroke him sucking his tongue deep inside. His cock was bigger than any other man she had ever seen or been with and she momentarily wondered how it was going to fit inside her but pushed the thought firmly away.

She abruptly broke their kiss and moved her lips and tongue down his body. Kaitlin glance over at her Papa and saw he was stroking his own cock through his slacks as he watched them. Lower Kaitlin moved down Victor’s body as her mouth sought the ultimate goal of his cock. The man moaned from the administration of her delightful tongue. He involuntarily pushed his hard shaft toward her mouth wanting it buried down her throat. Slowing she opened her mouth wide and descended down on it. His gasp was loud as it echoed through the room and then Kaitlin felt Andrew’s hands on her waist.

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I was dressed up and horny. I had a day off work and after my wife left for the day I had spent the morning pampering myself. Scented bath with a couple of glasses of wine, bubbles and all over shave followed with a titillating fashion show and photo shoot through the various lingerie I had bought for my wife. My final selection was a hot pink and black corset with matching panties and mini skirt and a pair of black stockings. I used her hair products to make my longish hair look as feminine as possible, I even used a little of her make-up. Then I pulled out the “piece de resistance”: a pair of hot pink pumps with bows and 5″ heels, the only part of my outfit that was exclusively mine.

I was dressed and horny. The soft silky fabrics felt so good on my skin and the heels made me feel extra sexy. There was porn on the TV, music pumping and I was feeling good. I danced to the music, mimicking the strippers on the screen, and touched myself as I watched one girl deep throat a big cock as another rode on one. I teased myself relentlessly, never letting myself cum. I laid out some toys, dildos, cockrings, collar, beads and lube. I picked up the dildo and caressed then sucked it, alternately watching the girl on the screen and my image in the full length mirror. I was rock hard, my cock making a tent out of the pretty pink mini skirt. My whole body ached with a need to be touched. I was too horny to last long and I wanted it to last all day so I dropped the dildo on the bed and left the room, picking up a joint and my wine glass on my way.

We live in a secluded spot so I stepped out onto the patio. I sat in a lounger and lit the joint, the fragrant smoke filling my lungs soothed my rampant need. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sheer luxury of being a little drunk, a little stoned, horny and dressed up in the warm midday sun. I imagined my wife finding me like this, fantasized about what she might do to me in our bedroom, fantasized more daringly about a nameless, faceless, rugged man finding me and using me.

A noise brought me back to reality only to find myself looking into the amused face of a man I vaguely recognized. I panicked, I was terrified. No-one had ever seen me like this. I tried to stand up but it wasn’t easy from a lounger in 5 inch heels. It took little more than a light touch from him on my shoulder to keep me there.

“Slow down, sweetie. No need to get up on my behalf.” He said with a grin.”We need to talk, and I don’t think you need to be worried: you are a delicious sight.”

He sat down on the edge of the lounger, picking up my glass. He smiled when he saw the smudge of lipstick on it. “So, how long have you been dressing up?” He asked, taking a sip.

I was barely able to speak; too frightened. Who was he? What did he want? Who would he tell? How do I make this nightmare end? Eventually I stammered: “A couple of years.” It came out as a pathetic whisper.

He grinned. “Getting good at it! You look good! How do you feel?”

“Terrified!” I blurted out.

He laughed, putting the glass down and taking the joint from my hand. “Not now, Princess! Before, when you were dancing in front of the mirror.” He looked me in the eyes meaningfully then took a long slow pull on the joint.

My heart was pounding in my chest. He had been watching me through the windows. I could barely breathe. He was still holding his gaze. It might have been the pot but I could feel him reading me. His eyes were intolerable, his invasion total. But something about him wasn’t threatening “Sexy.” I answered looking quickly down, the admission too embarrassing to bear.

He held the joint to my lips. I sucked gratefully at it, realizing with a hot flush, that his fingers were touching my lips. “Mmmmm, you definitely looked sexy.” He released the joint and his fingertips stroked my cheek. “Were you imagining it was a real cock?” He asked, his voice a hoarse whisper close to my ear as he bent forward and picked up the glass again. He took a long sip, his eyes on me all of the time, waiting for my reply.

I sucked hard on the joint, closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of the smoke trapped in my lungs, the blood pounding in my head. When I could hold it no longer I released it in a long slow exhale. “Yes.” I admitted in a quiet voice, opening my eyes to look at him defiantly but unable to look him in the eye for long.

He grinned then leaned forward and kissed me. Whether in surprise or desire, I don’t know, but my lips parted. His tongue slipped easily into my mouth and caressed and probed me. To say that I swooned sounds trite, but all my resistance melted away as his tongue and lips took possession of me. The shock of it quickly turned to intrigue as the unique feeling of his masculine kiss enthralled me. No woman ever kissed me like that. His tongue stroked and probed and teased mine in a way that I couldn’t resist joining in. The erotic dance was carried out entirely inside my mouth, captivating me completely; I didn’t want it to levent escort end. When he did pull his tongue away, it was only briefly as he sucked and gently bit my lip, before plunging back into my mouth.

His hand roamed over me too. He stroked and caressed my neck and shoulder. He reached down and stroked my thigh, my legs seemed to part themselves for him as he stroked higher, touching my panties and the desperately aroused organ within.

My body ached with desire for him when he lifted off me. I was panting and my heart was racing as he looked down at me.

“Fuck, but you are a very sexy bitch! You even kiss like a girl!” He smirked and held out his hand to me. “Come on, sweetie. Business before pleasure! You need to give me tour of your home.”

Then it hit me where I knew him from: he was a county tax assessor and we had met when my wife and I disputed his last valuation of our house. My blood ran cold. He had been a hard negotiator and seemed to resent our questioning his judgment. He helped me to my feet, and put a hand round my waste to steady me as I tottered a little on my heels.

No doubt reading the reappearance of fear on my face, he pulled me in for another long kiss. Melting me a second time with his invasion of my mouth as his big hands caressed my almost naked ass. My body responded eagerly to his touch, molding into his strong frame, I felt his own hard cock pushing back at me through the fabric of his clothes.

This time when he pulled away I whimpered involuntarily. He smacked my butt and demanded,

“Tour! Your sexy little body must wait.”

I walked ahead of him into the house.

“Fuck, you have a great ass!” he sighed following me inside.

I self consciously showed him every room of the house. He made it easy for me and we talked as we moved around the house. He made almost continuous comments on the decor, my body and my carriage. Twice we stopped to kiss again, both times leaving me breathless and dreamy. When we finally entered the bedroom, he smirked at the toys laid out beside the bed and the heap of discarded lingerie on the floor.

I wanted his lips on mine again, his strong manly tongue inside my mouth. I stepped close to him, but he reached down and picked up the collar from the bed. It was pink too. He held it up and I offered my neck without resistance. He fastened it snuggly then sucked and chewed on the sensitive skin around it.

“It’s time you learned how to please your man, Princess.” He murmured into my ear. “Suck me!”

He pushed me gently down to my knees, then unzipped his pants. “Lift up your hands!” I lifted them up and he guided them to his crotch.

My heart was pounding as I felt the hardness of his cock straining against the fabric. He slipped one of my hands inside his pants and my need took over. I found my way into his boxers and my little hand closed around its first hard cock. It was so hot and so hard, he was really turned on and there was no hiding it.

I stroked it gently. God, it felt good! I pulled it free and was amazed by the firm heat it exuded. I smelled musky and manly and my slowly moving hand made it grow more. I opened my mouth and took it inside. I was jittery and nervous but I was loving it. I bobbed my head up and down, stroking the thick flesh with my lips, greedy for his cock. Loving the way my mouth was full. Loving the taste and the feel of him inside my mouth. I sucked and slurped my way up and down his thick shaft, lost in the wonderful feeling of it filling my mouth, eagerly and urgently wanting to make him cum. I heard him groan above me and his hands stroke through my hair and I increased my efforts.

He groaned again and pulled me off him. Not-understanding and a little disappointed to not have made him cum I looked up. “Easy, now! There’s no rush. It’s not a race!” He was grinning.

“I’m Sorry.” I mumbled.

“Damn, I love how shy you are and how eager you are to make me cum.” He stepped away from me and lay back on the bed, dropping his pants, boxers and shirt along the way. “Now stand up, Princess, and let’s continue!”

I stood up, but before I had walked more than a couple of steps he said: “Stand there, against the wall!”

I did as he said, not fully understanding. He took a photo of me, several photos, my hands high above me as I stood looking at him and more as I faced the wall, my hands stretched above my head and my butt tipped up and towards him. All the time he is making appreciative comments, telling me to relax and enjoy myself. I realized how jittery I was, took some deep breaths as I enjoyed the feeling of being so delightfully and sexily dressed for someone who admired me.

“Turn around.” He said at last. I did. He was still on the bed, the camera on the bed beside him and in his hand was his big beautiful cock, rock hard. It was such a turn on and desire for this man and his gorgeous body rolled through me. “Look what you do to me!” He beyoğlu escort said. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes”

“Do you want to make love to me with your mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me!”

“I love your cock; I want to love it with my mouth. I want to serve you with my mouth.”

“Good girl. Come here and show me! Take your time, relax and enjoy yourself.”

I took a deep breath and stepped towards the bed and knelt beside him. I ran my hand across his waist, over his close cropped pubic hair. He moaned “Oh’ yes, take your time sweetie!” as I wrapped my fingers gently around the hot hard shaft. I caressed his long thick phallus with my painted fingers, lapping and licking at it with my tongue and kissing it with my lips. I took the head inside my mouth, swirled my tongue around it and thrilled at the feeling. It was so hard, yet the outside was so soft and silky. It smelled so masculine, it tasted salty and musky. I was lost in the feelings it was giving me to love this wonderful tool and engrossed in the feelings I was able to give him. Every lick and every caress was as if I was both giving and receiving. It was no doubt the pot swirling through my veins but I felt so in tune with what his body felt. I ran my fingers down over his balls, soft and so pleasing to the touch. I ran my hands over his stomach and chest, loving the tight muscles, the slightly hairy warm skin. He continued to encourage me, my lips and tongue were not fooled, he was feeling this too. I felt him swell even harder, sucked my mouth deeper onto him, took him as deep as I could then slipped back up to the head, swirling my tongue over the most sensitive parts of it, under it, over it. Bobbing my head up and down, reveling in the pleasure I was giving him.

I felt him growing and surging upwards with his hips, his moans of pleasure and encouragement ringing in my ears, one of his hands in my hair. I again plunged my mouth down as far as I could, taking as much of him as my mouth could accommodate, and he burst, in a deeply satisfying gasp of pleasure his hips thrust up to meet me, his hand held me firmly in place as his seed gushed into my mouth in thick warm salty ropes. I slurped and sucked at him, swallowing without resistance, swallowing all I could, greedy for his cum and his pleasure and his admiration. His hips bucked repeatedly and his hand held me tightly, his body locked with mine as he rode through the orgasm, riding my mouth for all the pleasure I could give him.

As his hand eased off me, I continued to lap and lick and suck at his beautiful cock, not so hard now but the residue of the salty cum made it just as delightful to me. He laughed his pleasure at my triumphant first blowjob and lifted me off him. I knelt above him. His hands roamed over me, over my stocking clad legs, my satin clad body, up under my skirt stroking my butt, tight in its silky covering. He even caressed my cock/clit through my panties, I was so turned on, so sensitive to his every touch. I whimpered and moaned as he stroked me, told me how sexy I looked. He rolled me onto my back beside him and knelt beside me, continuing to work over every inch of my body. His big hands felt fantastic through the soft filmy fabrics I wore.

His hands ran up and down my stockinged legs increasing my desire. At the top of each stroke he caressed the bulge in the front of my panties. I was so incredibly turned on, he grinned at my obvious desire. “You love this, don’t you, Princess? You love being this close to cumming, so close but not quite there.”

“I love it.” I panted, squirming with the desperate need for release.

He slipped down my panties; I lifted up my ass then my legs as he lowered them down. When they were off, my legs were up and my feet rested on his chest. He kissed them and bent forward, lowering his mouth to mine and in the process my legs slipped over his shoulders. He kissed me hot and deep again, his tongue mastering mine just as his hands and his will had mastered me all afternoon. I was doubled up and as he deep kissed me he rotated his hips. I felt his cock between my buttocks, stroking up and down the sensitive groove of flesh. He was hardening again and when he broke the kiss he reached forward and plucked the tube of lube off the bedside table. He rested back on his knees, looking down at me as he slipped a lubed finger inside me. Smiling as my acceptance of this new invasion was so ready. He rode it in and out of my tight hole, telling me how much he was going to enjoy screwing me, telling me how much I was going to enjoy it. My whole body was alive, this was first time that anyone had touched me, entered me in this way and it was amazing, I reveled in the pleasure he was giving me, the intensity was heavenly. His finger was joined by another and the intensity increased, I could feel my tightness but all the lubrication made his going easy. I writhed in pleasure as he looked kağıthane escort down on me.

“I want to fuck you.” He said in a hoarse whisper. “You want it too, don’t you?”

I was so close to cumming and his fingers kept finding and stroking my prostate, I whimpered in my desire and pleasure: “Yes, please fuck me, please, it all feels sooo good.”

He slipped out his fingers and the emptiness was enormous. I felt the head of his cock at my hole and moaned in the desire to feel something slipping in and out of me again. The pressure built as he pushed against me, but his fingers had done their job and he slipped inside me, the thickness of his cock making me gasp. He held it there watching me, his knowing eyes on mine a tiny measure of concern showing but grinning at my desire for more. He pushed forward and I groaned, the stretched muscles and nerve bundles sending shock waves of pleasure and mild pain through me. My core wanting more and more of this, wanting to feel him take me completely. He slipped slowly out again until only the tip of him was inside me, the whole of me thrilling at the feel of flesh dragging on silken flesh. I was moaning and whimpering, lost in the fantastic sensations.

He pushed back in, his hands clutching my thighs through my stockings, drawing himself into me. I looked up and at him and saw his eyes full of lust, his face framed by the pink of my heels over his shoulder. He took long slow strokes pushing deep so inside me that I gasped, then withdrawing until he was barely in me at all. His self control was fabulous, he fucked me slowly, stroke after stroke, and I felt every vein, every ripple, every ridge in his cock. I felt it at my entrance, I felt it caressing and stroking my prostate and I felt it nudging somewhere deep inside me.

“You like is, don’t you sweetie!” He grinned a knowing grin at me.

“Yes, yes, yes” I moaned with every slow stroke.

“You like being my girl!”

“Yes, I love being your girl.”

His fingertips ran down my thigh and stroked over the head of my exposed and aroused cock, the only remaining testimony to my maleness. He stroked it with fingertips, slippery from the continual ooze of precum as his hard cock stroked me inside. I groaned and moaned and gasped, writhing in the agony and pleasure of orgasm as it built and then burst under his ministrations, his slow stroking tipping me over the top in pulse after pulse of amazing pleasure. “Yessssssssssss, Aaahhhhhhhh.”

His hand played in the mess I had made on my stomach, the pool of cum wet on my skin. His cock still riding slowly inside me. He leant forward over me, feeding his sticky fingers to me as his hips continue to grind into me. My mind whirred with aftershocks. I accepted his fingers, licked and sucked at them cleaning my cum off them as I knew he wanted.

“Good girl.” He murmured as he continued to fuck me slowly as I dutifully cleaned him, his eyes on me, glorying in my subjugation. “Good girls like to do what they are told, like to please their man.” Then, pushing himself up, he groaned an animal groan and lost himself in his fucking.

It was amazing, my body no longer wrapped in its own sheath of lust became his to use as he desired. He pinned me doubled over with his big strong hands as his hips thrust at me in a lust filled craze. He was pleasuring himself with my body. I whimpered in my acceptance of his onslaught. I gasped with the pain as he drove in too deep and groaned as the flesh at my entrance grew sore with the continued friction, but my mind was soaring, filled with the joys of submission to this big strong willful man. I wanted him to cum, wanted him to be totally satiated by my body. I frantically moaned: “Fuck me, fuck me fuck me, yeah fuck me! Make me yours, I want to be all yours, own me, own me. You own meeee.”

He repeatedly buried his rock hard cock in my folds, faster and faster he crashed into me, without regard to my cries and gasps. He took me and made me his, plunging his gorgeous great cock deep inside me and withdrawing it all the way before plunging again. His eyes sometimes closed with pleasure, sometimes openly eating up the spectacle I presented below him, my submission to him and desire for him complete. His fucking sped up, driving my own body into a craze of desire again, his hip crashed into my thighs as he bore down into me. I whimpered in ecstatic pain as he took everything I had to give him. My body thrilled at every desperate thrust and grind of his hips, every withdrawal and reinvasion of his big cock inside me was so defined and raw. His head rolled back and he panted and gasped his orgasm, his hands gripped tight on my thighs as he grasped me to him, pounding deep into me and emptied himself inside me with stroke after stroke of deep pleasure. “OH, Fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!” And one final deep thrust. “Yesssssssssssssssss.”

My body thrilled at his final deep resting, I delighted in the fact that he had taken me completely. I had done it, I had finally lost that part of my virginity.

He rested on my thighs. Opening his eyes, he grinned at me. “Good, huh!?”

“Very, very good.” I replied with an embarrassed smile.

He raised up and slipped from me, cleaned himself on my panties and started to dress.

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She stood outside the hotel for a few moments. Confused whether to go in or return back. It was her idea. She wanted to meet him. She wanted to be taken by him. Used by him. But the terms for the meeting were his. She knew them. And they scared her. At the same time they she felt excited.

Despite being in her early 30s, she had quickly become a successful corporate lawyer. A partnership at her law firm wasn’t far off. She was ruthless and aggressive for her clients in the negotiations. However he had tamed her without meeting her or revealing himself to her. He had brought out her slutty and submissive side which she never thought existed.

But there wasn’t much time to think. It was almost time. If she had to get what she wanted, she needed to decide fast. She went inside the hotel to the reception. She was dressed impressively; a white shirt, a business skirt, pearl necklace, subtle makeup, her Versace handbag. Nobody noticed her nervousness or had any doubts about her true nature. She had already booked the room a week earlier as per the instructions she had received from him. She collected the key cards and asked the front office to keep the spare one with them. It was to be provided to the business associate whenever he presented himself and they were not to be disturbed after that. She took the card and proceeded towards the suite asking the bellboy not to accompany her.

The presidential suite had its own private elevator and a separate wing on the top floor. It would give them all the privacy they needed. Nobody would know what happened there.

Nervous and excited she walked through the private wing and entered the room wondering how long she would kuşadası escort have to wait.

She entered the Presidential suite awaiting him. To her surprise she wasn’t the first one there. There was a small parcel and a printed note on it. He had been there!! She looked around searching him. But she was alone now. She had a look at the note and gasped!! She read it again!! It excited her!! Ohh the humiliation!! The risk!! She could feel a tingling in her body!!. She folded the note and kept it on the parcel. Before opening the parcel she had to clean herself.

As per the instructions in the note, she walked to the middle of the room in front of the mirror. She had a look at herself in the mirror. And she began to strip. Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt. Her milky white boobs caged inside her bra were now visible. They were well developed and at 34C were the first things you would notice about her. She remove her white shirt, neatly folded it and kept it on the bed.

Next she unzipped her skirt zipper, undid the button, and slowly pulled it down and stepped out of it. After folding she placed it with her shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a female in black lace bra and panty with a hot curvy figure. The 34C white milky boobs, a 28 inch waist with a flat tummy and a round 36 inch ass. Anybody seeing her like that would beg to be in bed with her. But she knew who it was who liked to beg. And luckily for her, he knew it too.

She continued to remove her clothes, she unhooked her bra, and removed one strap from her shoulder, then the other letting the bra drop off. Having such voluptuous boobs, she was always used to wearing bras. kuşadası escort bayan He often asked her to sleep braless, which was often uncomfortable, but she enjoyed being commanded and doing things which pleased him.

Finally she slid down her panties, losing every bit of her clothing on her. She had waxed her crotch before coming as he had her instructed. The cold ac air made her freshly cleaned crotch shiver. Maybe it was the meeting which made it tremble more.

She stacked all her clothes in a neat pile, and went down on her hands and knees.

The note had instructed her to clean herself before presenting self to him. She crawled towards the bathroom, expecting to shower herself once inside.

She began to crawl towards the bathroom to get herself fresh and ready for him. She hated to crawl; it was one of the most difficult things she had to do once she had decided on this lifestyle. It made her realize her submissiveness more than anything else. The rough sex, the abuse, the costumes were all props to a normal life. It was the crawling which made her realize that she was a submissive, a slave to somebody, a pet bitch for her master.

The first time she crawled for him during their online sessions, she had stopped suddenly, disconnected, and refused to go online for next few days. She feared her own submissiveness. She enjoyed their online roleplays and these sessions which had just begun and turned up the excitement a few notches. But crawling for the first time made her feel she was diving inside a pit from which there would be no return. She was afraid she would lose her identity if she crawled. She would forever become escort kuşadası somebody’s owned bitch. But a part of her wanted exactly that. She remained confused for days. Finally she reasoned with herself she could stop it anytime just like the first time and she should do what makes her happy. She went back online, apologized to him. She wanted to continue feeling owned by him.

So the next time he ordered, she crawled, she got the same helpless feeling again, but she did. Not because she enjoyed the crawling, but because she enjoyed being made to do things he liked; to submit to him. From that time till today, she still felt humiliated when she crawled, but did it all the same, just for him.

So she crawled to the bathroom. Inside to her surprise was a portable pet shower. A small steel and glass container with water jets from all sides. It was already connected to the water mains. She knew what she had to do. With utter humiliation she crawled inside that small apparatus on all her fours. She barely fitted inside, she closed its door, and put her hand out to turn the machine on.

And the water streams began to hit her from all side. Cleansing her from all sides for him, to be used by him. She was being cleaned like she really was.. a pet bitch. Her humiliation levels went up a few more levels. And so did the tingling feeling in her crotch. She adjusted herself so that those jet streams hit her crotch and relieve her a bit. She knew that she wasn’t allowed to touch herself without his permission. So she did the best she could do to get those cold water jets to reduce the tension in her pussy. But all it managed was to tickle her pussy and excite it even more. And the humiliation did not help it either. She was becoming more and more horny. As soon as the showers stopped after a timer of 15 minutes, she crawled outside, and dried herself while still being on all fours. Then she crawled out naked and horny. She knew she had to get ready for him.

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Freedom and the Widow Ch. 18

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Victoria left St Tropez in triumph; she had arrived as a meek and naive widow with an assertive streak which lay hidden beneath a staid exterior. In just one month, through the acquirement of a good friend and her contacts who had now become friends too, she had become a bold and confident dominatrix; realising her true position above all men, and taking ownership of one of their number. Her affection for Eric was without doubt; he had offered himself up and surrendered to her, boosting her confidence and assuring the perpetuation of sexual and social pleasure. Eric had arrived in St Tropez, dreaming of a chance encounter and perhaps a taste of being dominated; he could never have believed the position he was now in, owned completely by a beautiful woman whom he was willing to give up his life for. Victoria paraded him around the poolside, naked and leashed before the entire female household staff for one final time before he left for the airport, his humiliation and ownership by a superior female having been whipped home to ensure he remembered what was now required of him. Victoria had kissed him full on the lips and ensured his asshole was plugged before he left; he was ordered to wear the plug at all times when away from her as a reminder of his being her property , and he was to be at her house in a week’s time where he would remain at her service in perpetuity.

Victoria and Wanda had tearful goodbyes with Cherie and the other ladies before leaving, having already made a date for their return in just three months’ time. Victoria impressed Wanda by strutting confidently over to two male porters at the airport and paying them to walk behind them with their luggage; eyebrows and cocks were raised as the two superior and haughty women clacked through the airport on elevated stilettos, two males shuffling obediently behind them like slaves with their luggage. All other males moved swiftly aside on their approach; an inner sense exiting their loins as they viewed two women who were obviously in contempt of all males.

Eric’s return journey was equally erotically charged; every female official he spoke with seemed to have an authority over him he had not witnessed on the way in. His anus clenched at the plug as the stern looking woman at the checking desk puffed her breasts out as he engaged her; it was as though she knew he was now the property of a woman, and to be treated with utter contempt. His cock rose as she simply pointed to the weighing desk with a knowing smile; it was as though all females possessed a sixth sense, and all appeared so superior and sexy to him, regardless of looks, age or shape. The hostesses on the plane all seemed so dominant; he was ordered to fasten his safety belt, spoken to like a small boy by a plump and assertive middle-aged one, she reminded him of Victoria somehow, and his cock stiffened as she looked smugly at him, having put him in his place; he imagined being made to lick her asshole as he watched her delightfully rounded ass flex and wobble in the tight uniform skirt, as she strode back up the aisle. When he went to the toilet he so wanted to masturbate; his whole life had become sexually thrilling now he had admitted his pleasure to a strong woman, he stroked his cock with its glistening bell-end a couple of times but had the strength to poke his stiff cock back into his flies, he knew his mistress would ask if he’d disgraced himself; his anus clenched at the plug as he thought how she had complete control over him, even when she was hundreds of miles away.

Victoria smirked as the cab dropped her off at her house in the village; she had said her goodbyes to Wanda and had arranged to meet her tomorrow, when she would be introduced to Charlotte Ray; her lifestyle and fulya escort house decor would give her further inspiration into how she would direct her life from now on. This excited her, but she was so tired now, and the first thing she noticed was how overgrown the garden was; someone, probably her friend Angela, had mown the lawn a couple of times to keep it ‘respectable’ but the plants and shrubs had run riot. Wanda had noted her panning the garden, and called out as the cab drew away.

“I’ll send Bradbury round in the morning; he’d be delighted to give things a lick for you, before Eric arrives back.” She gave a saucy wink as she went; Victoria’s pussy tingled as she remembered the servile gardener, she would enjoy imposing her dominance on him; she had to make her authority known amongst the circles of people who had already opened themselves to the new world she had become part of. The thrill of bossing a male she had only briefly seen before, had her excited despite her weariness. As she sipped on a coffee she thought how drab the house seemed after the electric atmosphere of the residences at St Tropez; she tingled as she thought of how she would transform it, and her cunt moistened as she suddenly thought of the neglected cellar below; this would be cleared of junk by Eric, and would make an exquisite punishment room come dungeon. She stripped naked and lay on her bed amongst the sexy leather outfits and apparel from Madame Pompidou’s, the air now full of the delicious smell of hide and her own feminine excitement; she lifted her knees and nursed her slippery cunt, her elegant fingers gliding over her clitoris as the mixture of delicious scents took her back to Club Zero and the other venues where she had dominated Eric and had witnessed the unrelenting and absolute dominance of woman over man; oh how she wanted her asshole licked right now, she groaned in ecstasy as she thought how she would punish Eric, just for not being there at that moment.

The following morning, she slipped into a black silken sari and arranged the seating in her garden, so that she may supervise Bradbury when he came. It was a bright sunny morning, which helped Victoria recover from the loss of St Tropez as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun. She had oiled her lightly tanned body below the sari and her thighs and shaven cunt squirmed deliciously, free from underwear, nipples proud in the black silk; her mature and shapely body expressed to perfection would ensure the gardener’s permanent erection. Her cunt bulged as the doorbell rang; she adjusted her hair and pulled the sari down one side to expose as much flesh as possible, and then adopted a stern look as she opened the door. Bradbury gasped audibly and swallowed hard as his eyes met with the image of feminine magnificence, his cock swelled immediately as his nose was also assailed by a feminine essence which was distinctly sexual.

“So you’re Bradbury? I want you to trim the hedges at the front and then join me at the rear, where I’ll have my every bush attended to. You be quick at doing the front, I intend to supervise you as I am very particular in how I like to be serviced. If I’m pleased with your attentions I may offer you refreshment.” Bradbury’s cock stiffened as he took in her words; each a command and not a request, he was only too pleased to being attendance.

“Yes Mrs… I mean Mistress Cavendish; I’m pleased to be of service.” As he scuttled away rapidly to retrieve his tools, he thought of how he’d enjoy masturbating over the thought of this deliciously dominant woman later; Victoria licked her lips and thought of how he’d masturbate sooner rather than later; her asshole squirmed in the oil and silky sari, its need for bebek escort the refreshment of a submissive male was now urgently required.

Bradbury broke into a sweat as he worked rapidly but efficiently to tidy the hedges and shrubs at the front before presenting himself via the rear gate to the large, and not overlooked, rear garden. Bradbury’s cock went rigid in his sweaty gardening shorts as the sultry and commanding goddess bolted the gate behind him, when he had fetched all the required tools.

“There, now no-one can disturb us while you complete your task.” Bradbury had difficulty in looking away from Victoria after he had sheepishly acknowledged her remark; her nipples poked like bullets from her full round breasts as they nestled in the black sari. The sun became obligingly hotter as time went; the humidity not experienced in St Tropez aiding the dominant woman’s plan as her cunt oozed and trickled in the heat as she delighted in bossing the willing gardener, whose shirt and shorts were now soaked with sweat, as much with excitement as with the sun. Victoria took special delight in standing close over him as he knelt to deal with tasks picked out for him; she knew he would detect the delectable whiff of her sex through the thin sari, and this would drive him crazy. As he rounded the garden for a second unnecessary trip, she retired to her lounger and poured a drink; she was now well and truly aroused, and would prepare the gardener for her refreshment.

Bradbury dare not look up as he approached the area where she sat; he had a raging thirst, but this went almost unnoticed, such was his sexual excitement at serving this formidable woman. He turned with a start as she tapped him on the shoulder and passed him a cool drink, which he almost dropped. Victoria had removed her sari and stood naked before him; she grinned all the more as Bradbury tried hard to maintain his composure, but could not keep his eyes from her invitingly bulging cunt, which shimmered in the oil and her obvious arousal.

“I think you should take your clothes off too; you really are getting too hot. You’ll perform much better without them on. Remove them immediately.” She stood smiling as he removed his shirt, but he blushed and hesitated in removing his shorts; a prominent bulge betraying his concern. Victoria gave him a stern look and spoke with a very matter-of-fact tone which did nothing to alleviate his excitement.

“That’s OK; I would be most disappointed or consider you to be gay, if you did not show your natural pleasure at being the company of a naked woman; all men are such simple animals -now off with your shorts!” Bradbury hesitated no further and removed his shorts to reveal a stiff cock which was obviously in need of attention. Victoria then turned up the heat without the aid of the sun, as she gave the gardener a view of her delicious shimmering ass cheeks, whilst giving a command as she returned to her sun lounger.

“You’ll come and do these beds around the seating area now; I’m sure there are weeds there I can’t see.” She lay back and closed her eyes to allow Bradbury the comfort of ogling her freely, as he came up to the beds just a foot or so from her divine body. Her cunt pulsed with pleasure as she lifted her legs to expose its juiced and inviting form to the erect and teased male, and she squeezed her hot asshole in and out, making Bradbury drool and pant. It was as much as he could do to stop himself from masturbating there and then. Victoria was as much in need as was he, and she moved in various directions, to ensure he had a good view of her cunt and asshole from all angles.

“You tell me when you’re done and we’ll discuss payment.” Bradbury’s cock florya escort dribbled as he feigned his hunt for weeds in an obviously weed-less plot, whilst etching the memory of that glorious juicy cunt and asshole as deeply into his mind as he could. He was there, naked and performing like a slave, and basked in submissive humiliation for as long as he dared, sniffing the scented air as the essences of Victoria’s intimate regions wafted under his nose. At last he announced he was done. Victoria was now bursting for relief; she had thoroughly enjoyed teasing this male. She wagged her finger at him and opened her legs wide.

“Come and kneel next to me.” With cock bobbing, Bradbury did just as he was told without any thought, and knelt on the hot stone patio next to the assertive and fragrant woman. She looked him straight in the eye.

“You have pleased me with your work today and I shall pay you whatever you ask; did you enjoy looking at my asshole?” Bradbury’s jaw dropped at her sudden direct approach which was out of the blue; she continued to look contemptuously at him, waiting for his answer, as though she’d simply asked him if he liked her hairstyle. He could not conceal his feelings.

“Yes Mistress Cavendish, I enjoyed looking at your asshole.” She smiled wickedly and moved on the sun lounger to face him with her delicious gape, and gently grabbed his hair.

“I think you should have a closer look, and perhaps you’d like a sniff and lick whilst you’re down there.” Bradbury wasted no time as Victoria leaned back with her knees together, expressing her sticky asshole invitingly. He sniffed at the delicious aroma and eagerly lapped at the oily pucker; Victoria moaned with pleasure at the welcome feel of a submissive male’s tongue at her asshole once more, and she slipped her fingers through to her slippery cunt and pleasured her clit as Bradbury lovingly probed the tangy walls of her tight anus; his balls ached for relief as the dominant woman contracted and expanded her asshole around the fully extended tongue, which worshipped her superiority without question. Naked and kneeling in homage to the magnificent woman, Bradbury was ready to beg for relief as Victoria pointed her toes skyward and moaned in absolute ecstasy as she brought herself off, squeezing the tongue that worshipped her asshole as if to strangle it. She shimmered and quivered as she indulged in a glorious orgasm, and on recovering she stroked his hair and eased his head back from the fragrance of her asshole. She smiled wickedly at him and placed her beautifully pedicured feet to the hot stone patio and pointed sternly to them.

“You have done very well; I shall watch you masturbate at my feet now; you make sure it’s a good show, or you shan’t do my gardening again.” There was little chance that Bradbury would give a poor show; he had been teased by a new goddess, allowed to lick her asshole, and now knelt naked and obedient before her as he played with himself in exquisite humiliation. Victoria ensured his balls were thoroughly emptied by laughing at him as he began to convulse, and then fingering her freshly pleasured cunt and then having him sniff them. Bradbury groaned with a noise which was in danger of arousing the local neighbourhood dogs, as his cock exploded with the succulent scent of dominant cunt under his nose. Victoria laughed all the more as he splattered her elegant feet and ankles with jets of hot semen; his balls hurt as his humiliation extended his spurts in a long and gratifying orgasm. Victoria delighted in having him lick his mess from her feet, which he did with a perverse willingness, licking every last drop from between her toes. He humbled himself to her, thanking her over and over, as he was allowed to dress and retrieve his tools. As Victoria slipped her sari back on, her ears met with an old familiar sound.

“Coooeee!” She smiled at the gardener as he hurriedly tucked his shirt into his shorts. The sound was made by Angela; her divorcee friend of old who was now in her front garden.

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Hiliad’s Special Gift Ch. 43-44

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AUTHOR’S NOTES:

Phoebecharmed – Don’t cwy! I’ll have Santa leave you some tissue.

These are the chapters I was holding off, but I’m in a generous mood! Uh, truth is I still have a lot to catch up and I don’t want to make y’all wait.

So, enjoy, and Happy New Year everyone!

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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Three days later …

The sun had just set and Hiliad was again at the mound to monitor Connee’s status on rising again. The knot in his stomach from the nerves made his appetite non-existent; as a matter of fact, he hadn’t eaten since the day Connee delivered their baby boy.

Every night since he’d buried her, he’d spend most of the time at the grave site, then at least an hour with the baby. Frannie had to show him how to hold the tiny infant the first night, for it had been millennia since he’d held one. But then he was a pro, and even fed the baby his bottle. They had to experiment with the accurate ratio of formula and blood; Frannie had collected and preserved several pints of blood from the best human candidates.

Hiliad was jostled from his concentration of any movement when his cell phone rang in his jeans pocket. He grunted when he heard the ringtone ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it’ by Katy Perry. He wasn’t in the mood to talk with anyone but Connee. It eventually stopped ringing, but then immediately started again. “This better be important, Liza!” he snapped into the mouth piece.

There was hesitation before she replied, “We’ve had a problem here, Sir.” She rarely used that title with him, but she had to appease his grumpiness.

“Handle it.”

“Already have. When are you coming back?”

“Don’t kn—” Hiliad stopped in mid-sentence when the center of the dirt mound pulsed, then settled back down; nothing else happened. “I’ve got a problem on my end, too.”

“Oh, did that human of yours have your demon child yet?” she retorted sarcastically.

“How the hell did you know? Oh, Wilma, the big mouth.”

“Yes, she told me. She was worried about Connee and it sort of slipped out “

“You bribed her, didn’t you?” Hiliad asked with a slight wicked grin, relieved that Liza knew; a lot less explaining if he absolutely had to.

“Of course not. She thought I knew. Well?”

“The baby’s fine, he’s fine,” he sighed heavily, mainly from frustration.

Then out of the corner of his eye he saw movement at one end of the burial mound. Without another word he threw the phone aside. Kneeling in the middle, the entire rectangle then constantly throbbed as he knew his Connee had awakened and was struggling to free herself.

Soft, muffled grunts emitted from the depths of the dirt, and he was beyond anxious. Mr. Hiliad Fildri was never one to just sit back and let things happen—well, maybe he was, though not when it involved Connee Byers. He began to dig at the dirt, not even caring if it rapidly collected on his jeans.

A moment later, fingers then a hand finally plunged through and grappled for something, anything to pull herself up. The other hand emerged, followed by another muffled gasp. Within seconds, Connee finally broke free and jumped beside the grave, her feet planted firmly and steadily. She stood in an attack position, looking around her wildly for something to come at her.

Hiliad, on the other hand, stood gaping at her. Connee was nothing like the woman, then official vampire that he fell in love with. Her eyes were wild and menacing, dirt was smeared all over her face and her clothing, picked up every bit of dirt that had encased her.

“Connee—”

She didn’t reply but stood erect, her mouth grimacing, her eyes blazing with hatred and fear.

“Who are you?” she asked, looking around her for an imaginary attacker. “God, I’m hungry!” she whined.

“Don’t you … oh, shit.” Hiliad took a step closer, but she turned and ran off toward the stream. “Connee! Wait!” He flew into the air, calling out for the queen’s assistance.

By the time he saw Connee through the trees, Frannie was at her side but not holding her back. Hiliad floated back down beside the queen, who was then staring at her daughter cautiously. “Connee, baby, you’re alright. Come back to the house and we’ll—”

“No! I wanna eat!” she demanded, as if she were a spoiled five-year old.

“You will. There’s plenty to eat if you’ll just come back with us,” Frannie said calmly.

Connee looked up and to her left, grinning wickedly with hunger when she heard before she saw, cowering on a branch about fifteen feet up a thick oak tree, a black and white cat.

Before either Hiliad or Frannie could respond, Connee had climbed halfway up the tree before Frannie commanded, “Connee! Get down from that tree right now!” Her daughter paid her no mind. “AS YOUR MAKER, I COMMAND YOU GET DOWN FROM THERE!”

Connee immediately stopped and peered down angrily at her mother. Hiliad gracefully floated up to her, grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. “Put me down, Hiliad! I just need to eat!”

Flying kuşadası escort toward the house, he had to continuously fight her and readjust his hold on her, for she kicked and screamed trying to free herself. “Little girl, I am older than you and much stronger. I suggest you calm yourself before I have to do something drastic.” That shut her up.

Just as they reached the sliding glass door on the back deck, Frannie opened the panel, allowing Hiliad to glide to his feet and walk into the house. “Hiliad, the kitchen, please. I don’t dare give her a human in the state she’s in.” He nodded and did so, then having a stronger hold of Connee.

After they walked in, Hiliad set her in a chair and held her down by her shoulders. “You can let me go. I’m not going to do anything.”

“Oh, yes you will,” Hiliad replied, knowing she absolutely would run out in search of the human he could also smell.

“Mom! Make him—”

“Relax, honey,” Frannie told her as she handed her a bottle of Sheep’s blood. “The quicker you calm down, the sooner you can see your son.”

Connee looked at the bottle like it was a bag of dog crap but grabbed it and took a swallow. “Oh, god, this is disgusting!” she snapped, completely ignoring the ‘son’ comment. She stood, defying Hiliad.

“Oh, dear,” Frannie moaned. “I’ll be right back. Let me get a bag from downstairs. Keep her down, Hiliad.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he responded, but had no idea how he was going to accomplish that. He decided on kindness. “Sit back down, sweetheart.”

Connee put her hands on her hips. “No! What if I don’t want to?”

Kindness lost to tactical action. “Oh, little one, I won’t have a problem tying your ass down,” he challenged.

She grinned and ran her finger up his chest under his t-shirt. “You know, I would really, really like it if you did.”

He took a step closer to her and stood his ground. “I also know that you do not like your ass spanked. Keep it up. We’ll see how much you can take if you keep behaving this way!”

Connee’s grin quickly evaporated. She crossed her arms and threw herself back down in the chair, huffing and puffing. They stared at the other for a minute, allowing Hiliad to get his thoughts together. All he knew was this: One, he had his Connee back. Two, she wasn’t quite what he expected. Three, she didn’t remember the baby. Okay, one thing at a time.

He put his hands softly yet firmly on her shoulders. “You really don’t remember giving birth to our son?”

“Yes, I do,” she said flippantly. “I just want to eat.”

“He’s doing fine, by the way,” he told her coldly. She didn’t reply.

He sighed unnecessarily just as Frannie returned with a pint of blood in a preservation bag, pulled a glass from the cabinet, released the lock and poured some blood into the glass. Connee squirmed in the chair while she tried to look behind Hiliad, her nose twitching as the aroma of the blood filled her sensitive nose. “I need to warm it up, darling. Give me a second.”

When it was ready, Frannie brought the glass to Connee, who eagerly grabbed it and practically emptied the glass in one swallow. Hiliad pulled back and looked at her in disgust, even if the tempting human blood was dripping from the corners of her lips. It only reminded him how hungry he was, too; he hadn’t eaten in three, almost four days.

There was a ding from the microwave and Frannie handed Connee another glass. “Hiliad,” she said, nodding to the counter behind them. He followed her the few short steps, and they both watched Connee as she downed the second glass. “She has the exact same ferocious appetite she did when she was a child.”

Hiliad was in no mood for a mother’s reminisces. “We shouldn’t let the baby around her, not in her current state of mind,” he whispered softly.

“Agreed. Have you ever seen a change like hers?”

“It varies, but yes. What I’m more concerned about is—”

“The baby,” Connee intervened sourly. “Right? I don’t want it.”

She stood and headed for the hallway but Hiliad was quicker than her. “Oh, no you don’t. We have to keep an eye on you,” he warned her.

“I am not a child!” she spat. “I don’t need anyone to hover over me!”

“Oh, don’t temp me.”

“I need more … I smell … there’s a human here. I’m still hungry.”

“You’ve had enough for now. We need to figure out—”

Before Hiliad could finish speaking, Connee shoved her body hard into his. He did not budge but held her firmly by her forearms. “Move, damn it!”

“Connee! Watch your tongue!” Frannie chastised. “Hiliad, control her.”

He looked down at Connee with a challenging look. “Queen, I’ll need your help upstairs.”

Connee turned to look at her mother, as if she would help her daughter. She had no intention of doing so.

Again, Hiliad got a firm hold of Connee, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her upstairs. “Hiliad, mother fucker! Put me the HELL DOWN!”

He only smirked as he continued down the hallway to the bedroom, throwing her roughly on the kuşadası escort bayan twin bed against the wall as if she were a rag doll. “Queen, the handcuffs are in the top drawer. Can you bring them to me?” She fought him valiantly, though to no avail. “Keep it up,” he cautioned her.

Frannie handed him the wrist cuffs. While he was able to quickly secure them to Connee’s wrists then to the rail head board, Frannie was having difficulty with her feet. “Connee! Stop kicking!” she ordered.

Reluctantly, she calmed down enough for the cuffs to be clasped and locked with the leg post, only then testing her strength with the restraints. No, she wasn’t going anywhere, and she knew it. “Hiliad, Mom, why are you doing this to me?”

Hours later …

“How is she? Did she eat?”

Hiliad didn’t immediately answer Frannie as he walked into the living room, where he met her standing anxiously by the antique bassinet; the baby was fast asleep. Hiliad walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside, peering outside at the dreary fall weather. All the snow had long-ago melted, and Hurricane Stella was in her third hour of intermittent torrential downpours, and there showed no sign of it stopping. The rain pouring down in sheets was the perfect invitation to run out the door and keep running.

“No,” he finally muttered.

She shook her head frustrated before she approached him at the window. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she said, “The sun has just set; it’s only been a day. She’ll have to eat soon.”

He peered down scowling at her for touching him before he forced himself to calm down. He glared back out the window. “And what do we do if she doesn’t? You have no idea how stubborn that girl is.”

That cut Frannie like a knife. Sure, she hadn’t been in Connee’s life since she was a little girl, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love her daughter. “Sadly, she gets that from her mother.”

He tried to laugh but couldn’t. “What if I take her the baby now?”

“Not a good idea. You know that.”

He turned around sharply. “What else am I supposed to do?”

Frannie gave him a comforting smile, although forced. “Just bear with her. You are strong, Hiliad. She needs someone like you that can—”

“GET ME OUT OF THIS!” Connee screamed at the top of her lungs from upstairs.

While he looked up the stairs fretfully, Frannie looked at the bassinet to see if the baby had woken. A bright flash of lightening made her jump, but Hiliad stood stone cold dead.

“Maybe I should go up and try—” Before she could finish speaking, Hiliad was already turning the corner at the top of the stairs.

“Hiliad, please! Maaawwwwm!”

At the door, he slowly opened the door and looked at Connee. The bed sheet was all twisted; half of it was balled on the bed while the other half was on the floor. Her hair was matted and dirty from being buried in the dirt for three days and bloody streaks streamed on the side of her head from her relentless tears of frustration. And yet she was still the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in more than two thousand years.

“Are you willing to eat now?” He had no idea why he even asked; he already knew the answer.

“Yes, please,” she replied sweetly and innocently, giving Hiliad an alluring smile.

He tried not to show surprise at her answer. She might have been all sweet and lovey dovey, but he grew immediately wary. “You will eat?”

“Yes Sir.”

Oh, no. She’s definitely up to something.

“I am not up to anything! I can’t do anything because you won’t let me!” He’d have to remember to practice keeping his thoughts more to himself, though he had no idea how.

Turning his head toward the hallway, he said softly, “Queen, please bring the human up again.” He then walked around the empty twin bed to the bed by the wall, where Connee was no longer thrashing and screaming as she had been when he left her a few minutes earlier, then sat across from her on the bed. “I have no patience for this, Connee, you realize that, don’t you?”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just … everything is so new.”

It’s not possible she could do a complete turn around … is it? “You will get used to it, Connee, but you’re not even trying.”

A gasp at the door made Hiliad jump as he turned to see Frannie and Connee’s dinner standing in the doorway dumbstruck. “Hiliad Fildri! You didn’t even clean her off?” Frannie berated. She huffed then disappeared but returned within seconds with a wet washcloth. “Genie, wait at the top of the stairs, please,” she said. The girl left and Frannie went to her daughter’s bedside.

“Oh, baby, I know you’re scared. But newborns are very hard to control.”

As Frannie gingerly cleaned her off, she said, “Mom, I’m okay now. Can I take a shower?”

The queen leaned back and scrutinized her face, wearing a pleased smile. “I don’t see why not.” Frannie quickly removed the cuffs around Connee’s ankles.

“Majesty, are you sure that is wise?” Hiliad stood up cautiously.

“Yes, escort kuşadası Hiliad. She’ll be—”

As Frannie spoke, she had just finished unlocking the wrist cuffs when Connee pushed her mother away and bolted for the window. Before Hiliad could react and Frannie could get back on her feet, Connee already had the window and screen open and jumped onto the window sill.

“Connee! Get back in here!” Frannie demanded.

But her mother’s words fell on deaf ears. Connee leapt from the two-story window onto the drenched grass and made a beeline for the forest. Within two steps she was completely wet from the heavy rain hitting her from every side. But it didn’t faze her. She was overjoyed at getting out of the bedroom so quickly, and ran for all she was worth.

“Oh, hell,” Hiliad grumbled and raced after Connee.

She was quick, that was for sure. He flew out the window after her, but had no trouble finding her. As she reached a darkened corner of the tree line, Hiliad descended vertically and caught her in his arms.

“No, no, Hiliad! Please, let me go!” she pleaded.

He didn’t even bother replying. Not knowing if it was because he was so pissed at her for escaping, or deceiving him, or simply the fact that she wouldn’t eat, he grabbed onto her forearms from behind and pulled her to him.

She screamed and cursed and fought him the entire time he went back to the house. He met Frannie at the sliding glass door, where she held the door open for them, and he took her to the living room. Throwing her down hard on the couch, he towered over her.

“Connee, do not even think about doing that again!” All she did was stare up at him, her arms crossed over her chest, and smiled wickedly. “You will eat now. And if I have to force it down your throat, so be it! Frannie …”

The queen met them with the shaking, frightened human female beside her. She had been fed on before, but never with as vicious a vampire as Connee appeared to be then.

“Sit down, dear,” Frannie said to the girl, who did, but reluctantly. “We will control her. Do not be scared.”

Connee tried to squirm up and over the couch, but Hiliad was well prepared to take her on, now that he knew what she was capable of. In a single heartbeat he was behind the couch with Connee’s arms beside her head, and leaned her forward a little. “On your knees,” he said, directing it at the human. The girl did as she was told, and Frannie stood behind her as double enforcement in case Connee decided to bolt again.

“Eat,” Hiliad told Connee firmly.

“You know, all that cold rain hitting my face … I don’t think I’m hungry anymore. Besides, I don’t want to.”

Hiliad had had enough. With all the upper body strength he could muster, he held her arms back with his elbows and got a tightly controlled grip of her head. “Oh, I can make you do anything I want you to, little girl,” he challenged. “Now shut up and drink!”

Frannie was able to convince the girl that she wouldn’t be drained of every single drop of her blood, and she finally leaned forward, tilting her head to one side so that Connee could have easy access to the artery and closed her eyes.

Which was a good thing, because Connee bared her short, fresh vampire teeth, opened her mouth and sunk her fangs into the girl’s neck. Growling from the back of the throat, the hunger that had built up inside Connee grew feverishly, and she fed more vigorously. Within seconds, the girl began to slump her shoulders.

“Love, that’s enough,” Frannie said softly.

Connee immediately removed her fangs from the girl’s flesh but didn’t retract them. She felt the warm, thick blood trace down her chin, and although she was still hungry, she felt completely defeated. “Okay, you can let me go now,” she said quietly but full of pretense.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Hiliad replied. In one swoop, he picked her up from the couch and hurried her back upstairs to the bedroom.

“Damn it!” she screamed as he threw her back on the bed. “I’ve eaten. I’m okay now.”

“You are far from okay,” he said as he quickly fastened the cuffs around her ankles and wrists again. “Your behavior leaves me no choice.” Standing with his hands on his hips, he told her, “Until you can prove to us you are capable of behaving in a civil manner, you will stay right where you are!”

“Do you really think these damned things will keep me strapped in here?” she asked maliciously.

“Yes, I do. You may be Bintaur, but your strength is far from being good enough to be able to escape yet.”

“No, Hiliad, Master, please!” she begged.

Without a word, he turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“HILIAD! Don’t do this!”

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Just before the sun was to rise over the horizon, Hiliad slowly and as quietly as he could opened the bedroom door. He smiled when he saw Connee fast asleep, but he knew she would be by that time. Silently gliding to her bedside, he carefully and gently removed the ankle and wrist cuffs before he slid into bed beside her, pulled her still body into his arms and held her tightly as they slept.

At dusk, with a still-sleeping Connee, he gave her a good evening kiss, put the cuffs right back on her and left her alone for the night with no food whatsoever.

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Chapter Four – That Man Is No Gentleman

I slept in late. I was supposed to work at the hardware store but I was too tired and besides, I just didn’t want to. My mother pounded on the door but I refused to get out of bed and we had huge fight through the closed door.

She berated me for staying out all night at Mrs Cashmore’s and told that I was just like my father was before he finally left her: lazy and besotted with the whore next door. If I didn’t want to contribute to the household and abide by her rules, I wasn’t welcome under her roof.

The comment about my father being besotted with the whore next door piqued my interest but I was just too tired to argue any longer.

When I finally arose I realised that I had been so tired last night that I had not removed my makeup and had gone to bed wearing my panties, bra and stockings. The French maid’s uniform lay crumpled in the corner. Late in the afternoon I took a shower and returned to my room. My bottom was a little sore but the pain was pleasant rather than unpleasant. My cock began to harden as I recalled my adventures with Mr Smith and I was tempted to take care of my burgeoning erection but I resisted the temptation.

I had no intention of dressing as William. In fact William seemed to have abandoned my psyche, the only presence I felt was Wendy. I took out my meagre supply of makeup and did my face and brushed my hair. The lingerie and the French maid’s uniform were soaked with sweat and drying semen and quite frankly they reeked. I put on the pantyhose and boy-leg knickers that I had stolen from Mrs Cashmore’s clothes line, they would do for now.

I put on a large t-shirt and wore it as a makeshift shift-dress and then put on my high heels. I put the French maid’s uniform and the lingerie I had worn to the party into a pillowcase and took them with me.

“My god! What has that woman done to you?” my mother called after me as I walked out the front door.

I ignored her and sauntered next door to Mrs Cashmore’s house, uninvited and ready to face her ire. I pushed the doorbell and held my head high when Mrs Cashmore answered the door. I walked past her without saying a word. Mrs Cashmore seemed both bemused and amused at my behaviour.

“I need to change and I need to use your washing machine,” I said as I made my way inside.

“By all means Wendy. Join me in the lounge room when you’re ready,” Mrs Cashmore.

I made my way the little laundry and put my washing in a lingerie bag and tossed it in the washing machine along with some of Mrs Cashmore’s underwear. I set the machine to ‘delicates’ and turned it on. Then I went down to the armoire in the cellar and changed into a skirt and blouse and made my way up to the lounge room.

Mrs Cashmore was also dressed in a skirt and blouse, pantyhose and heels and sat smoking and sipping tea on the couch. Her flaming red hair was perfect; straight, shoulder length with a fringe, her makeup was heavy and exotic, as was her perfume. I was taken with her as usual but her spell over me was nowhere near as strong as it had been.

“You took quite a risk coming around here dressed as Wendy,” Mrs Cashmore said, pouring me a cup of tea.

I sat down beside her smoothing my skirt under me and took the profferred cup of tea.

“I really no longer care what other people think of me. I have no time for William at the moment I’m afraid,” I replied quite dispassionately.

“Besides which, you made it quite clear to me that I was to present as Wendy whenever I am in your home,” I continued.

“We need to discuss what happened last night,” Mrs Cashmore offered me a cigarette which I took.

“Well the way I recall it you made me wait on you and your guests while you hosted a sex party. Then you humiliated and degraded me by showing that video.”

“I’ve thought about it and decided that it really doesn’t matter. The people you showed it to were there participating in an orgy with three prostitutes and are unlikely to tell anyone what they saw.”

“Then you made a deal with Mr Smith. You basically sold me to him for his sexual gratification but it backfired on you really. Rather than ravishing me while I was bound to the table he took me to the bed and made love to me,” I crushed out my cigarette with some finality.

“Really? He made love to you?” Mrs Cashmore looked amused.

“Please don’t interrupt me Delores,” I persisted, deliberately using her first name.

“My hypothesis is that you have made it your mission to subjugate me… to make me your chattel. You knew I was infatuated with you and you used that fact to your advantage. Then you feminised me. At first I thought it was just another way for you to degrade and control me; but I have since decided you did it for other reasons,” I said.

“Other reasons? And what are they?” Mrs Cashmore was nonplussed.

“Let me ask you a question or two Delores,” I said, amused by her ire when I used her first name again.

“You obviously have an extensive client list and I think that Mrs Bancroft and Mrs Blundell are associated with you. They too are prostitutes otele gelen escort but you seem to be the boss or the director if you like.”

“I’m guessing that amongst your extensive clientele there will be some men who have a penchant for special ladies like me. It’s obvious that some of them are into S&M, otherwise why the dungeon?” I stipulated.

“Is there a question there Wendy?” Mrs Cashmore was becoming impatient.

“Did you feminise me and make me your chattel so that you could sell me to your clients?” I asked her directly.

“Well at first you amused me Wendy. Once I had total control over you I wondered if it would be possible for you to submit to being feminised and when you gladly submitted, then I thought well why not?” she answered.

“Now let me ask you a question. You obviously liked it when I fucked you with the strap-on. Did you like it when Mr Smith fucked you last night?” she arose and traipsed over to the bar and began to pour drinks.

“No I didn’t like it… I loved it,” I replied and Mrs Cashmore burst out laughing.

“So you did like it?” Mrs Cashmore offered me a gin and tonic which I took.

“Why don’t we cut to the chase Delores? I have a proposal for you,” I countered.

“I find myself in a dilemma. I enjoy being Wendy far more than I like being William. I’d like to spend all of my time as Wendy but that is impossible.”

“My mother saw me this morning so she knows. She’s about to throw me out so I need somewhere to live and I want to live as Wendy. So why don’t I live here? You can prostitute me out and garnish my wages and by that I mean the money I earn as a prostitute,” I sipped my drink and watched her over the rim of my glass.

“Oh you silly girl,” Mrs Cashmore sniggered.

“Not really. You have a spare room. You work from home so I can too. I’ll also be your housekeeper so you will make money from selling me and also have someone to do all your chores,” I countered.

“Why not give it a trial period? Let me stay here for a month under the conditions I stipulated. If it works out I stay and if not I move out,” I proposed.

“An intriguing proposal Wendy. What is your mother going to say?” she asked.

“I’m an adult. I can do what I like,” I replied.

“And your job at the hardware store?” she raised her eyebrows.

“Mr Smith gave me fifty quid last night. I don’t know how much a prostitute makes but I bet I will make more than enough to live on. I will be quite a novelty. A young pretty transvestite who likes sex; I bet I will be a welcome addition to your stable,” I said.

“My stable? Oh you’re such a hoot Wendy,” Mrs Cashmore sipped her drink.

“Mrs Bancroft and Mrs Blundell,” I retorted.

“Felicity and Amanda work for themselves but yes they are associated with me. I have an extensive client list and send men their way and I also organise monthly sex parties for which they pay me a stipend,” she mused.

“Well it would be the same with me, except you would also have a live-in housekeeper,” I responded.

“Ok. Let’s try it out. We’ll give it a go for one month,” Mrs Cashmore finally agreed to my proposal.

“Wonderful!” I beamed and clapped my hands.

“Two more things. Is it ok if I call you Delores?” I asked.

“Of course Wendy; except when I restrain or discipline you,” she smiled back.

“What’s the second?” she asked blithely.

“My Dad. Mother said he was infatuated with you,” I said.

Delores Cashmore laughed.

“Your father was weak willed and besotted with me, does that sound familiar? He knew what I was doing. I was a lot younger then and he spent as much time here as he could afford. I told him that he was spending too much money on me but he couldn’t get enough and I wasn’t going to let him fuck me for free,” Delores explained.

“Eventually he went broke and your mother threw him out in the street. She couldn’t take the humiliation of his constant infidelity and he was spending every penny he made on a prostitute so he was of no use to her. It’s that simple.”

I never knew why my father left home. I knew that his breakup with my mother was far from amicable, I remember the fighting and the shouting. Mother never told me why he left but now I knew. Now I also knew why my mother detested Mrs Cashmore.

That very afternoon I went home and took what I wanted from my old room and boxed up the rest and put it away in the cellar. To my relief my mother was out so we did not have a confrontation. I cleaned my bedroom and changed the linen. When I finally closed the door on my old room it was cold and sterile with nothing of William remaining.

I took my meagre belongings next door and Mrs Cashmore led me to her second bedroom which was now mine. I went down to the armoire and bought up most of my femme clothing and some makeup. I did what little I could to instil Wendy’s personality on my new room. There was nothing left of William except for some legal documents.

I went down to the laundry and hung out the French maid’s uniform and the other clothing türkmen escort I had washed on the clothes line. I saw the curtain twitch next door and briefly saw my mother’s face and then she dashed the curtains closed.

“I have two of my best clients coming this evening Wendy. I have explained to them my changed circumstances and they are intrigued. We will entertain them together so go and prepare yourself,” Delores said when I had finished my household chores.

I douched, showered, put on my makeup and dressed as Delores had insisted. She had loaned me a black satin bustier from which draped long red garters. She told me not worry about putting in the breastforms, from now on they wouldn’t be needed when I working. I knew immediately what she meant by working.

I put on the bustier and Delores tightened it, cinching it around my waist so that I had an hourglass figure. I slipped on my long, black fully fashioned stockings using the techniques that Mrs Cashmore had taught me and finally a pair of red satin full-cut knickers. I stepped into my four-inch black heels and followed her to her bedroom.

“We’ll buy you some jewellery using an advance on your wages but for now I’ll lend you a few pieces,” she said standing next to her vanity table and spraying me liberally with exotic perfume.

She put a silver necklace around my neck, matching silver bracelets on my wrists, and silver drop earrings in my ears. I’d had my ears pierced since I was fourteen.

“There. Now you look the part,” she led me over to the full-length mirror so I could see the results.

“They’re going to love you,” Delores whispered in my ear.

Mrs Cashmore was wearing her black leather catsuit with five-inch high heels and severe makeup. We actually both looked the part.

The closeness of her body, the scent of her perfume, her breath in my ear, the sound of her sultry voice caused me to become tumescent. Mrs Cashmore had told me not to tuck or gaff and my cock distended the front of my knickers.

“Be a good girl and wait for us in the dungeon,” Mrs Cashmore squeezed my swollen member briefly and patted me on the buttocks to send me on my way.

I waited patiently down in the cellar. Mood music was playing from the speakers and the lighting was softened. I noticed that the video camera was set up in the corner so that it had a field of view covering the whole cellar which had been rearranged back to its normal configuration after the party.

At exactly eight o’clock I poured four drinks as instructed and just as I had finished I heard the clack of high heels on the stairs and sound of men’s voices.

“Wendy, this is Steven and Anthony,” Mrs Cashmore introduced the two men to me as I handed out drinks.

“Steven, Anthony, this is Wendy, the little project I told you about,” Mrs Cashmore beamed.

“Delightful,” Anthony beamed and stroked my face.

“You’ve done a good job on her Delores. Give her a pair of tits and gaff that and she’d pass anywhere,” Steven roughly grabbed my penis.

“What’s the rules with her?” Steven circled me, looking me over carefully.

“No visible marks on the exposed parts of her body, other than that anything goes; she’s been well trained,” Mrs Cashmore replied.

“Fucking and that?” the man put his hand inside the back of my panties and roughly inserted a finger in my rectum.

“Same rules. Anything goes. She hasn’t been used much so she will still be tight,” Mrs Cashmore sipped her drink while Steven prodded and poked at me.

“I bags her then,” Steven spanked me on the bottom, marking his territory.

“And you Anthony?” Mrs Cashmore asked the other man.

“I’d like what we both agreed to and paid for but I’m happy for Steven to take Wendy first while I play with you. Then we swap over,” Steven seemed nonplussed.

“Then its agreed gentlemen, four hours premium service with the two of us swapping partners at half time. No visible marks to be left on the exposed body parts of anyone. The safeword is Red as usual. Shall we get started?” Mrs Cashmore pointed over to armoire.

The men disrobed and hung their clothes on the two valet clothes-stands and donned the black satin robes provided. Both men had been wearing expensive suits and exuded wealth and privilege, although all men are equal when naked. Anthony was tall, tanned, muscular and handsome if you liked men with Neapolitan features.

Steven was short, pasty-faced, pudgy and pale. His face was set in a permanent scowl. He seemed like the kind of man who had grown up on the streets and acquired wealth the hard way. His language was coarse as was his demeanour. He was a man used to getting whatever he wanted.

I wondered how much these men were paying Delores for our company and what my share might be.

“Come over here luv,” Steven said.

He was standing next to the saltire cross his robe open over his expansive hairy belly, his penis poked out from under it; short, turgid and nasty looking. Not that I cared, this was to be my permanent employment from now and I had no say evi olan escort as to the presentation or appearance of the punters. Delores had explained to me that all that mattered was that they were clean, disease free, abided by the safeword and could pay.

“Give us bit of this then,” Steven pulled me to him roughly and kissed me.

He shoved his tongue into my mouth and worked it while his hands tweaked my nipples. At least his breath was fresh, his paunch prevented him from rubbing his cock on me so he guided my hand there. I took his small thick cock in my hand and began to stroke it. I returned his kisses and put my free hand around his shoulders to keep balance and hold myself close to him.

As much as the man might have looked repulsive, he gave off an essence of power and masculinity that I found intoxicating. I became tumescent myself and my penis pressed against his bulging belly through my knickers.

“You are the young and pretty one aren’t you but I don’t want to touch that,” he tried to push my penis away from his body but it sprang back.

“Let’s get you on the cross then and then I can have a go at that arse,” he grunted as he squeezed my buttocks roughly.

I stepped up to the cross, faced it and assumed the position: legs spread, arms high and wide, pressed against the X-shaped wooden frame. He had a little difficulty securing my wrists because he was so short and I giggled a little as he fumbled with the manacles.

I would learn never to laugh at Steven again.

“Did you think that was funny?” he barked in my ear once he had me secured.

“I’m sorry sir,” I replied as Mrs Cashmore had directed me to.

“You will be,” he growled, cruelly squeezing my buttocks.

He went over to the wall to select his corporal instruments and I was able to look in the mirrored wall and see that Delores had Anthony lying face down, strapped to the vinyl table and was applying a flail to his back none too gently. Anthony’s body tensed at each blow and he grimaced but he asked for more.

I screamed as a cane came down hard on my buttocks and felt the searing pain spread from the point of impact. Mrs Cashmore stopped whipping Anthony and looked over at me. I nodded to her that I was ok.

Tears filled my eyes and my heavy mascara began to run as Steven laid ten lashes into my buttocks. The intensity of the pain was such that I couldn’t do or think of anything to ignore it. The suffering and agony consumed me as the cane ripped into my buttocks, tormenting me as I writhed on the cross.

Then Steven stopped and I sagged against my bonds. My buttocks burned and slowly the pain began to dissipate until it became a throbbing ache… a throbbing ache that I found delightfully addictive. When Steven pressed himself against me and turned my face so he could kiss me I willingly accepted his kisses. My cock was rampant and leaking pre-cum into my knickers.

“What was that Wendy?” Steven pulled my hair, forcing my face close his.

“More please sir,” I whispered.

He sniggered and untangled his fingers from my hair. I sensed him walk away and tried to see what instrument of torture he was selecting.

I soon found out as the thong and fall of a leather whip snapped into my lower back. Had I not been wearing the bustier it might have drew blood. I tried to stifle a scream but I couldn’t. Steven grinned and lashed me again. This time the pain was far more intensified but the lashes weren’t as localised and concentrated like they were when he caned my bottom. Steven spread the lashes across my upper and lower back.

Each stroke was like a strand of fire, like small lava flows spreading across my torso. I was close to using the safeword when Steven stopped. He was bent over, his hands on his knees, panting with exertion.

I was in so much pain that I couldn’t speak. I hung from my bonds, my wrists burning my buttocks throbbing with a dull ache and my torso a sea of fire.

“Are you ok?” Delores appeared beside me.

I opened my eyes and saw that Anthony had been freed from his bonds and was waiting patiently for her at the restraint table. His erection stood out proudly from his toned body.

“I’m fine. Go tend to Anthony,” I smiled grimly at her.

“Be careful Steven,” Delores growled at my tormentor.

“She knows the safeword. Fuck off and suck some dick you trollop,” Steven snarled.

I nodded at Delores to indicate that I was alright and she stepped away from me.

“Ok Wendy. Enough of that. Let’s see how tight you really are,” Steven stepped in behind me.

He had a tube of lubricant that he pressed into the crevice of my buttocks. I only wished that he had a salve instead and would smear it on my throbbing bottom and burning back.

He could only get my knickers down to my thighs but that was all that was needed. Steven pressed his body against me and with some difficulty finally positioned his cock against my sphincter. He held my hips and pushed himself inside me.

I gasped but it wasn’t with pain it was with pleasure. Once again the burning pain in my body comingled and amplified the pleasure radiating from my sphincter and anus as Steven fucked me. The tip of his glans only just reached my prostate and not every stroke found its mark but the feel of his thick cock stretching my anus and the irregular provocation of his cock on my prostate gland induced a state of wantonness in me.

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I sat back on the couch, waiting for my wife to come home. I had spent the day waiting for her, it was my day off, and the holidays were coming up, making me want to spend more and more time with just the two of us. She has been busy lately with her new job, and I could see the stress in her eyes constantly, making me worry about her.

It was almost 7 when I heard the door unlock, and she entered, still smiling though I could see the strain in her eyes. Ann had started her job in a new modeling firm recently, and they had been rushing her to finish a magazine shoot before the season ended. It meant long hours that she wasn’t particularly a fan of. She was as radiant as before, with wavy platinum blonde hair styled in bushy pigtails with parted side bangs on the right side of her face. She always accessorized with a single yellow hair clip as well as small circular earrings on both ears. We both had bright blue eyes, and it was something that always drew me to her. She was 1/4th American and 3/4th Japanese, a fascinating mix that helped her understand a lot of cultures. She was very tall, which fit in with her modelling career quite well. She wore a black blazer over a white varsity-like hooded sweatshirt as well as red tights and brown boots. I wasn’t sure why she wore red tights all the time, but I thought it looked great on her, so I never asked.

“You’re finally home.” I said, looking up at her. “I was so worried.”

She smiled and set her bag down. I was about to get up and hug her when she ran towards the couch and wrapped her legs around me, pinning me down. She looked down at me with a huge smile, her hair falling around her face. “I missed you so much, Will.”

I brushed her hair behind her ear and studied her. “Is something wrong?” I could always sense if something was wrong with her… She shook her head but didn’t say anything. “Come on, tell me.”

She nodded. “Nothing is really wrong, just stressed. I’ve barely been able to eat all week because they just keep putting makeup on me and changing my outfits like I’m their doll.”

I sighed, “if it’s too stressful for you, you should quit. I can handle it with my own salary for a while.”

She shook her head, “no, it’s not that. I love modeling, it just gets a little tiring at times.”

I nodded. “And I’m sure it’ll be better after the end of your probation period.” She nodded back at me, agreeing. My hands wrapped around her waist and I pulled her close, letting her lay her body on me. I could breathe in her scent, and it comforted me immediately.

When she finally calmed down she moved back to look at me and said, “so, what do you want to do tonight? I feel like we haven’t had time together in forever.”

I thought about it for a second and said, “do you want to… do you want to have sex? It always helps you destress.”

She grinned immediately at the offer. “I thought you’d never ask! It’s been a few days and I was getting kind of desperate.”

I laughed out loud. “Baby, all you had to do was ask. I assumed you were too tired lately to want to.”

She shook her head adamantly. “I always want to with you.” She whispered.

She got off my lap and held onto my hand, eagerly bringing me up to the bedroom. I was kuşadası escort a little worried at her eagerness. Whenever Ann was horny, she got extra harsh with me, and I knew she wouldn’t go easy on me today. She sat me down on the bed, and grinned at me before walking off, telling me to stay in place. I listened, because when we were in our roles, I was her slave and nothing else. I would always listen to her every command, because that was the relationship we had established from the very beginning, and we were both very, very into it. She came back with blind folds and a box full of toys she had picked out. I gulped, but let her wrap the blind folds around my eyes obediently. I sat still, waiting for her to do what she wanted with me. I was already getting hard, my dick straining in my pants as I imagined all the things she could do in this session.

I felt her wrap some rope around my wrists. She was so good at that, she studied extensively about rope play, and knew exactly how tight to tie each bond so that it shows that she’s my master, but was never too tight to actually hurt me. I felt my hands get pulled towards the front of the bed, and felt her tighten iti around the posts. I was laying on my back now, and she had full power over me. She pulled my pants down right away along with my boxers, making my semi-hard dick spring out into the air. “You’re such a good pet.” She said, looking down at my body. “I expect full compliance today.”

I nodded eagerly, waiting for her next move. She flipped me around with the strength one could only get from working out constantly, and I knew she went to the gym constantly for her modeling career. I grunted as my knees landed on the bed. I felt her behind me, then heard the squirting of what could only be lube. It seemed like she had planned to fuck me today, either by holding a dildo or fucking me herself. I moaned out loud as I felt her fingers slide inside of me, stretching me out. Her fingers entered and exited me over and over again, coating my insides with cold lube as she leaned forwards onto my body, making me feel her tits against my back. It seemed she was already naked herself, though I had no idea when that occurred.

“Ann…” I moaned, desperate to feel something up my ass. She was being kind today and complied, and I practically screamed out loud as I felt it, a huge dildo that stretched me out more than usual. She didn’t let me relax, she pushed in, fast, hard and I couldn’t help but moan her name over and over again. She started to fuck me, hard. I could feel the dick against my prostate, hitting it over and over again as she thrusted with wild abandon. I moaned into the pillow that was against my face, my voice muffled from me biting down on it from the immense pleasure I was experiencing. She moved her hand around my body onto my dick, which was rock hard and dripping from the precum. She started to stroke me in the same rhythm as the fucking, and I could already feel the squeezing of my balls, an indication that I was so fucking close to cumming.

She worked on the tip, pressing down on it as I moaned out loud, unable to think of anything else other than her body against mine. I was so close… so close to cumming on the bed to her onslaught. kuşadası escort bayan I felt myself at the very edge… and then… she stopped everything. I groaned and wiggled against her, unable to stop myself. “What a slutty boy you are.” She cooed, “desperate to cum, aren’t you?”

I nodded, knowing she needed a response from me. “Then you should’ve thought of that before you denied me sex for almost a week.” She tsked. Fuck! I had no idea she was mad at me for wanting to give her a break. This was going to be… bad.

“Please.” I moaned. “Please, Ann. I need to cum.” I wiggled against her again.

“You dare go against your master’s decision?” She said, and before I could reply, she spanked me hard against my ass. I moaned out loud. I was so horny the pain she produced translated directly into pleasure, and fuck was that a lot of pain. She spanked me again, and I couldn’t help but moan her name in response.

She stopped to stroke me a few times, letting me buckle against her before she spanked me a third time. “I love when your cheeks are red and hot for me.” She said, and then slapped me again, the hardest this time. I felt so fucking horny I could practically cum from the sensations of her spanking me. I was desperate, willing to do anything to feel more of her touch.

“Please…” I moaned, needing it badly. She slipped out of me, and I groaned from the emptiness in my ass. How could she do this to me? She flipped me around again onto my back, and I felt her crawl around my waist as she leaned down to my face, so close I could almost kiss her.

“The more you beg for it the less I’ll be inclined to let you cum, slut.” Her voice was darker than I had ever heard before. I shivered at the sound of it. I felt her wrap her hands around my neck and she squeezed tightly, taking the breath away from me. I could only take it, take every single treatment she decided to give me, because the truth was, every single second of it just turned me on even more. I felt her align her cunt against my dick and felt her slide down onto it. She was the one moaning this time, and I mimicked her noises, loving the feeling of her swollen wet cunt tightening around my dick. She was clearly very horny from fucking me, and I loved how wet she got from being my master. She rode me, and commanded me to not move an inch. It was difficult, I wanted so desperately to move against her, to meet her every thrust with my own. I knew I would be heavily punished if I did, so I only let her use me as a source of pleasure.

“I need to cum.” I moaned after a few minutes, unable to help it.

She tsked and said, “don’t you dare cum. You’re a vesicle for my pleasure, do you understand?” I nodded in response, though had to bite my lip to hold my pleasure in, it was too difficult.

When she finally came, clenching around me like she was milking my dick, I couldn’t help it anymore. I came as well, groaning as I shot days of saved cum inside of her, drenching her. “How fucking dare you?” She said, and removed the blindfold from me as she looked down at me, completely and utterly pissed. “Now I have your disgusting cum in my cunt, what should we do about that, huh?” She pulled my hair roughly, making me stare at her.

“I’m escort kuşadası sorry…” I murmured, clearly distressed.

She let go for a second, and gently pet me. “Baby, is this too much for you?” She asked, her anger shifting to concern. I shook my head, loving when she stopped her dominant personality for a second to make sure I was okay. She did this regularly, and it always made me feel safe and secure with her. “Good boy.” She concluded, and then said, “I want you to lick every drop of your disgusting cum out of me.” I nodded and she untied me, letting me lean over her swollen cunt, sniffing the mixture of my fluids against hers. It was sweet and salty at the same time, and I licked it, slowly at first, then faster as she started to moan again.

I lapped her like a dog, trying to get as much of my cum out of her as she grinded against my face, making it hard for me to breathe again. “Oh…. Will.” She moaned my name, making me more eager to serve her. I moved my fingers up and shoved them into her cunt. I was afraid she would spank me more for doing something she didn’t ask of me, but she only moaned and moved against my fingers, rising higher and higher.

It was a particularly rough lick against her cunt that made her cum again, and she gripped down on my hair harshly as she rode out her orgasm, enjoying every insistent thrust of my two fingers into her cunt. When it was done she laid back onto the bed, breathing heavily as she relaxed from her second orgasm. I laid tentatively on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in. “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you today.” She murmured against my sweaty hair.

I shook my head. “I needed it too.” I said.

“I love you so much, Will.” She said again, and started to pet me, in my hair and down my body, letting me shiver against her gentle touches.

“I love you, too.” I whispered. I loved this part of our relationship sometimes even more than the sex part, I loved how sweet she could be right after, and it made every rough treatment completely worth it for me. I was already getting hard again, my dick clearly eager to cum after so many days of not doing so. It seemed she noticed as well, and she pushed me onto my back again, looking at me with a feral grin.

“You’re such a naughty slave.” She said, and before I could reply, she started to stroke me with her long well-manicured fingers. I moaned and thrusted into her as she moved up and down, doing exactly what I needed to cum again. She was so good at reading my every need. She moved up and down and in circles, and after a while she spit onto my dick, lubricating it so it slid against her fingers easily. I was in my own world again, my mind completely blank as my whole world centered around her hand wrapped around my dick. I was so close… so fucking close to cumming.

“Ann… please.” I begged, though I was scared that she would edge me again. A denial now would completely kill me, though I would take it, because I was her truly obedient slave, after all.

“You’re allowed to cum.” Were her final words before she wrapped her mouth around my tip and fucked me so fast with her fingers I couldn’t help but thrust into her, moaning her name as I came inside of her again. She swallowed every drop like a champion, and grinned up at me as she wrapped her body against me again.

“Two for two.” She said, sighing softly as she snuggled up closer.

“God Ann, you’re completely and utterly perfect.” I whispered before closing my eyes and falling asleep.

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Weekend at Alice’s Cottage Ch. 05

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Kathleen’s date arrived at 6:30 and I was happy for her to see he was a handsome gentleman of about 45 with a full head of wavy hair graying at the temples. He looked very suave and, as it turned out, really was.

Kathleen introduced us as her daughter Alice and me as a classmate girlfriend who would be staying for the weekend.

A few minutes of small talk and then they were walking off the front patio and up the stone steps to his car. It was a big white car but I couldn’t tell what kind it was.

We had about 20 minutes to kill before the boys were due to arrive so we set about making sure everything was ready. The salad had been made and in a bowl chilling in the fridge, the barbeque was all set, just needing lighting, and the places all set at the table out on the patio.

Since we’d a bit of time to spare we slipped into Kathleen’s room and spritzed a bit of perfume on each of us, taking care to spray a bit on our inner thighs to delight the boys should they get that far with us on this evening.

We strolled down the steps to the lake and admired the view across the water.

“I’m pleased at how well you are navigating in high heels,” Alice confided to me. “You are already walking in them like you’ve worn high heels for years.”

“Thank you,” I replied, “But, you helped me a lot having me train with a butt plug. It forced me into shorter lady like steps, and this lovely skirt is making sure I don’t take a big ‘man sized’ gait as I walk.

“I’m enjoying being a girl for the weekend, Honey,” I went on. “It is making me wish I had been lucky enough to have been born a girl like you. It is so thrilling to wear these garments, fix my make-up, and just revel in the feelings in what I’m clad in. Right now my silky nylons keep brushing against each other on my legs and I keep rubbing against the panties and slip under this tight skirt. I love it, but maybe it wasn’t the best choice to wear tonight because it is all keeping me turned on. If the boys weren’t due in just moments I’d want to go up to your bedroom and make mad love to you all night!”

“That’s sweet and very flattering, Honey,” Alice told me, “But I think you’ll have a lot of fun with Clyde tonight and after they’ve gone home we can still have sex in my bed.”

“Will I get a chance to wear a girl’s bathing suit and swim in your lake while we’re here?”

“Of course,” Alice replied, “Mom has one already picked out for you.”

Just then we heard car doors and realized Vance and Clyde had arrived. Scurrying as best we could in our high heels, we raced up the steps to greet them.

The boys were dressed in summer short sleeved shirts and khaki pants along with loafers, looking already like college boys home for the summer although they wouldn’t start until autumn.

“Hi,” Alice and I said in unison and the boys both wrapped their arms around us and gave us kisses. I let Clyde’s kiss linger a bit and then notices Alice was doing likewise.

We wandered down to the patio and I was glad to realize the seclusion of the cottage being away from the rest of the residences by at least 500 yards and hidden by all the trees.

We all sat on the chairs on the patio and Alice suggested I get us some drinks. I remembered I needed to act as ‘maid’ part of the time at least. I scurried inside and began fixing all of us some iced tea when Clyde came in to ‘help’ out.

He wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear that he loved our date on the golf course that morning, especially when he fucked me on the seat of the golf cart.

“You’re the first boy, or excuse me, gurl, I’ve ever fucked. It was wonderful.”

I turned around and responded, saying, “Flattery will get you everywhere, especially into my silky panties, Honey.”

With that my lips met his again and we soon found our tongues dueling as our lips were mashed together. He held me in his arms and I loved the feeling of being held by a man. He began to push his hard-on into me, meeting mine, and forced my legs open for him. I was entranced with all the stimuli, and his arching my body back made my garter tabs pull my stockings even more taut which sent more thrills through me.

“We’d better get the iced tea out on the patio or Alice and Vance will wonder what is taking so long,” I murmured and we both reluctantly broke off our embrace.

I carried the tray through the door as Clyde held it open for me and found Vance with Alice sitting on his lap and his hand up under her dress. I knew he was fingering her cunt from the very flushed look on her face.

“Can’t you two even wait until we’ve fixed dinner?” I asked.

Clyde laughed and a sheepish Vance pulled his hand from under özbek escort Alice’s dress.

We got the boys to light the charcoal and then we chatted over our iced tea and munch on some appetizers while waiting for it to heat up. “Heat up,” I thought to myself, “We’re all going to heat up shortly.”

“What are you smiling about?” Clyde asked.

“Just at how nice this evening is and how I’m so enjoying it.”

We sat and chatted for quite a while awaiting the grill to be ready and I held Clyde’s hand as we sat on the chaise lounge a bit off the side of Alice and Vance. Without saying a word, and unnoticed by the other two, I moved Clyde’s hand over onto my lap and let him feel me through my skirt, slip, and panties. He smiled without looking at me and played along. Soon he was stroking my hard-on and I knew as soon as we could I would be spreading my limbs for him and guiding him to my boi pussy.

I could tell Clyde was wearing panties again, and wondered what color and style. “I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” I thought to myself.

The brickettes turned a red glow and the boys put the burgers on the grill. It wasn’t long before we were enjoying a feast of hamburgers, potato chips and tossed salad out on the patio in the soft summer breeze across the patio. The temperature was perfect, and I enjoyed how the soft winds would lift my skirt and slip hems and taunt me through my nylon clad legs.

Dinner didn’t last long and dusk was coming on. In the dimming light we quickly cleared the table and I washed up the dishes while Alice served the boys more iced tea.

Stepping outside I noted it had cooled just a touch now that the sun had gone down and Clyde came over and put his arm around my shoulders and asked if I’d like to wander down to the dock.

“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Vance chimed in and grabbed Alice’s hand to lead her along to the steps to the lake. I knew Clyde was disappointed as it meant we wouldn’t be alone, but time for that in a little while.

I carefully navigated down the stone steps, enjoying how my high heels clicked on them and my tight skirt made me take small steps. Moving down the steps made my slip and panties slide over me and my silicone breasts jiggled delightfully.

“Good thing, maybe, that I’m really not a girl,” I mused silently to myself, “I’d be turned on all the time by the wonderful things girls get to clad themselves in.”

“You’re wearing a garter belt again,” Clyde softly whispered in my ear as we neared the bottom of the steps.

“How did you know?” I asked barely above a whisper.

“Your skirt is so tight I can see the outline of the garter tabs, tops of your stockings, and even the suspenders of what has to be a garter belt. I can’t figure out what panties you have or, or don’t you?”

“I’m wearing panties, Honey, but you’ll just have to guess what they’re like,” I said.

“At least tell me the color, okay?”

“You sure are nosey,” I told him quietly. “They’re sheer black nylon, my garter belt is also lacey black nylon, but my slip is white as is my brassiere. Now, what panties do you have on?”

Clyde grinned and told me, “Sheer baby blue bloomer style.”

I grinned and whispered, “I’d like to try them on some time.”

Clyde chuckled at that and we wandered out to the end of the dock and admired the lake and the last of the sun’s rays striking the few clouds from beyond the horizon.

Clyde turned me to him and we kissed. Then we kissed some more. He began to feel my false breasts through my blouse, bra, and slip and uttered, “Erica, they feel so real. Are those your nipples I feel or are they part of the false titties you have on?”

“The nipples are part of the silicone breast forms, but my nipples are as stiff as my little ‘clitty’ is right now. You can suck on my real nipples if you want,” I finished and began to undo the buttons on my blouse.

Glancing around in the darkening light I realized Alice and Vance had wandered back up to the cottage. I knew they’d soon be in her bedroom giving the springs a good workout. At least Clyde and I were alone to enjoy each other unfettered by anyone observing us.

My long false nails slowed down my unbuttoning of my blouse, but soon I had it open and slipped it off my shoulders. Next I slid the satin slip straps and latex bra straps off my shoulders taking care my silicone breast forms stayed inside the cups.

“Lovely,” Clyde murmured to me and leaned in to kiss each nipple. I was astonished at my reaction to his suckling on my nipples as the shocks rode through my body like an electric flash. My knees nearly buckled and I leaned into Clyde which he took as a azeri escort message to keep on suckling me.

My hand slipped down to the front of his slacks and found his hard-on poking out against the fly. I unzipped him as he worked on me, by now fondling my breast areas as he suckled making me aware of being more sensitive in that area than I realized.

I managed to unzip him and fondle his cock through the satiny bloomers he was wearing. I loved doing that, but soon found myself compelled to fishing his nice sized hard-on out to stroke it back and forth.

“I think we need to find another place,” Clyde murmured in my ear, coming up for air and to kiss me deeply. He thrust his tongue in my mouth and my own tangled with his and we pushed our bodies together as I continued to stroke him.

I reluctantly let him take my free hand from his cock and he held it as he led me off the dock and back to the stone steps leading up to the small cottage atop the hillside.

My blouse was fully open but still tucked into my skirt. My slip was hanging down to my waist and my bra down but held with my free hand to keep the false titties inside.I didn’t care as I knew it looked appealing to Clyde and I was turned on. My cockette was straining against the silky sheer black flare leg panties and pushing against my slip which made the front of my skirt poke out as if I was holding a pole between my legs. Well, I was – but didn’t care if Clyde noticed or not.

Entering the livingroom of the cottage Clyde opened up the hide-a-bed sofa and I was happy to see it already made up. I managed to get a couple of pillows from the closet next to the bathroom and threw them on the hide-a-bed. In grabbing the pillows I got a tube of KY out of the bathroom cabinet.

Clyde kissed me again and then began to disrobe me. He first helped me get my bra back in place and my silicone breasts in proper position, but I knew they’d likely not be there long.

He unzipped my skirt and I stepped out. My silky semi-sheer white nylon slip slithered down my nylon clad legs all by itself and fell into a puddle around my high heels.

“You look so damned sexy,” Clyde whispered as he first tongued my ear and then resumed kissing me deeply. Our French kissing continued and I found his hard cock sticking out of his fly.

As I stroked him I asked, “May I undress you so I can see your bloomers, Honey?”

He grinned and nodded so I eagerly set to work tucking his cock back inside his panties. First I removed his shirt and then his slacks which I pushed down his legs to reveal a darling pair of baby blue nylon bloomers that looked darling on him. His bloomers were tented out in front and a growing wet spot of pre-cum juice was growing.

I knelt down and undid his shoes and took them and his socks off. Then it was time to remove his slacks which I then tossed onto a nearby chair.

Since I was already kneeling before him, his hard cock was waving in the air just inches from my face. I couldn’t resist and wasted no time in kissing it and then beginning to suck on him as I looked up at him.

He moaned and held onto my shoulders as I sucked on him and began to feel his balls tighten up in my hand as I fondled them.

“Stop, Erica, stop,” he moaned. “I want to look at you in those pretty black panties and then I want to fuck you as long as I can.”

“Cum first, Honey,” I replied. “Then I promise to suck you hard again so that when you fuck me it will be longer before you come again.”

Clyde smiled down at me as I spoke and didn’t resist when I resumed sucking him off. Just as he had forewarned me, he came within just a couple of minutes.

Again I felt his balls tighten up in my hand and knew he was ready to shoot. I slurped on his cock and didn’t worry about now noisy I was in doing it. I wanted all of it to tease him and make him flood my sucking mouth with his cum.

Holding my head tightly he moaned loudly and then began to send forth spurt after spurt of his hot white gism. I swallowed as fast as I could and managed to get most all of it before some seeped out the corners or my mouth. As before, he tasted wonderful and I realized the taste of cum was as addictive as cocksucking is.

As he calmed down I stood up and he embraced me, kissing me deeply and tasting the remnants of his juices on my lips and tongue.

“That was fantastic,” he whispered to me. “I just wanted to fuck you. Do you really think you can get me hard again?”

“Let’s cuddle for a few minutes and then I’ll suck you hard again. I want to have you lay me back on this hide-a-bed and fuck me while I wrap my arms and legs around you. I’m eager to kazank escort feel you cumming in me again.”

We snuggled together on the bed with only the soft light over the kitchen sink giving the room just enough light to see well once your eyes were adjusted to it. The dim lighting prevented anyone outside from seeing in, but we knew no one was out there.

Alice and Vance were definitely upstairs. The bed springs were squeaking like mad and I was amazed at Vance’s stamina. We were sure how long they’d been at it but had started before we began playing around in the living room.

I could hear Alice moaning and then softly cry out she was cumming again. Vance must have cum then, too, as the springs stopped, then started squeaking, then stopped, and restarted. I knew he was filling her pussy with his flow.

After that it was all quiet upstairs and only whispers could be made out but the words not loud enough for us to know what they were saying.

In the meantime Clyde and I lay together fondling each other’s dick. Finally, I began to sense a bit of life returning to his cock and kissed my way down his body to slip his bloomers down enough to engulf his cock with my wanting lips.

It didn’t take much sucking and he grew another strong hard-on and I was pleased with my ability to get my man hard again. “How big are you, Darling?” I whispered in the semi-dark room.

“Almost 8 inches,” he smiled, “And I’ve a place where I want to put it for you.”

I kissed him lightly and then picked up the KY lubricant I’d put on the table next to us.

Clyde slathered some on his cock while I put some in and on my boi pussy, having allowed him to slip my silky black flare leg panties down my legs. I was so turned on that just feeling my panties sliding down over my nylon stockings was nearly enough to make me cum.

Lying back on the sheet I spread my legs for him and he slipped a pillow under my hips. Then, taking an ankle in each hand he pulled my nylon sheathed limbs up and around his waist as my arms reached for him.

The intense feelings of being desired, making me feel more feminine, I was also aware of my suspender straps being pulled taut across my hips, my bra straps pulling a bit from his pressing down on me, and my nylons rubbing between us adding even more stimuli to the situation of feeling like I was really becoming like a girl.

We kissed and then I felt his cock probing at my rosebud. I moved toward him as best I could and felt the flared head of his dick start to push into me. I kissed him harder, murmuring, “Yes, Darling, yes,” to let him know I was ready and eager for it.

He increased the pressure, but I knew I was still a bit dilated from so recently having worn the butt plug and the added KY lubrication, I knew he would soon enter me. The head of his prong slid inside my anal ring and I felt just a slight tug of discomfort that was quickly replaced with both pleasure and delight that he was inside my anal canal.

Slowly he eased his hard-on into me, kissing me as he did so, then he pulled it almost all the way out before going all the way in. He repeated this several times, each time pushing himself farther into me than before.

Finally, I felt his balls against my ass cheeks and was thrilled with the feeling of fullness and knowing I had my man in me.

“F-fuck m-me, Honey,” I stuttered as he slowly began to thrust in and out of me. His hands felt up my false breasts and it seemed like they were part of me. He continued to fuck in and out of my boi pussy and I worked with him as best I could. I was nearly ready to pass out from the feelings of what he was doing to me, my being desired as a female, and the sensations of my stockings and garter belt against my skin.

“Oh, oh, I’m, I’m gonna c-cum,” he muttered in my ear as he pistoned in and out of me.

“Flood me with your hot cum, Honey,” I cooed, “I’m about to c-cum t-tooooo!” I cried out as he made me his bitch.

Just moments later I began to shoot cum all over our tummies and his dick swelled up and he began firing burst after burst of his hot gism into my ass.

We continued fucking for as long as he could stay hard and then slowed down and his softening pecker slipped out of my clasping ass. I suddenly felt both empty but aware that I was now like a woman in the respect a man had fucked me and I was aware of his cum oozing out of my ass.

Not caring, we cuddled on the hide-a-bed for several minutes and then I got up and took a quick shower to clean myself up. Coming out of the shower, after putting on my garter belt and stockings, along with my bra and breast forms, I made sure my make-up was okay. Then I greeted Clyde who was still stretched out on the bed.

“I need to grab a nightie, Honey,” I told him. “I’m going to see if I can sneak up stairs and get one without disturbing Alice and Vance.” With that I crept out of the living room and up the stairs in my stocking feet with the towel wrapped around me.

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