Everything Inc.

Chapter 3

A visit and a visitor

All told, William had been there for about two hours and the night was indeed still young. In fact William suggested we get dressed and head out to a bar. He, of course, knew a place where he could show us a few things that might interest us.

“I don’t know how far you want to take this, but I’m going to show you something some people call Black-Owned,” he smiled as he buttoned his jeans. “Just something to think about. Maybe you won’t believe it happens right here in our little town.”

Susan slipped on the same scant dress and sandals after taking a quick shower, and before long we were following William downtown to what turned out to be a place called Joe’s. It was a tavern/pool hall catering (you guessed it) to a mostly Black crowd.

We parked beside William and joined him at the entrance, Susan’s short, Indian cotton sundress flaring out with each swish of her hips. At the door, William stopped before going in.

“This is just an ordinary bar. Lots of ordinary people having a few beers after work,” he said. “But there’s a few people I’ll point out and explain some things to you. Susan’s with me. That’s the way it has to be ’cause that way we can control the situation – if there is a situation.”

I knew what he meant. If she was with me, every guy in the place would be after her.

“Now, whatever happens, just trust me,” He said. “Remember, I’m a bouncer (not at that bar) and I’m used to dealing with drunks.”

With that, he went in, holding my wife by the wrist as they went through the door first. He later explained that holding her wrist, and not the hand, indicated to everyone that she was his.

I walked in behind them and into a completely different world.

Well, not completely different. It was just like every other bar except 90 per cent of the people were Black. The 10 per cent who were white were women – with the exception of myself and maybe two other white guys.

It was a big place with three rooms plus a pool hall and a corridor at the back that led to washrooms and I presumed some offices. There was a small stage with a brass pole, but no activity there at the moment. Susan would get to know that pole quite well.

We sat in the smallest of the three rooms – one of half a dozen tables. It was more intimate than the rest of the place and perhaps where a bit of covert activity went on. Most of the white women were there and they all seemed to have a feverish glow about them – as if a child waiting for candy. One woman seated at a table of five or six Black men no doubt had a lot of ‘candy’ to swallow at some point in the evening. And all were dressed like whores – breasts hanging out of low-cut blouses, skirts that did nothing to cover thongs and G-strings — or bare pussys. Their makeup was an open invitation to their cunts. And most had an aura of being extremely well used, experienced, and perhaps on their way downhill. One in particular, a bleach-blonde of about 40, was half drunk or half stoned, and didn’t seem to notice her blouse was unbuttoned and her large but beginning-to-sag tits were visible to all. Her short skirt was pulled up and her black thong revealed most of her shaved pussy. Even as I looked she ran her fingers under the thin crotch strap and rubbed her self absent-mindedly.

Perhaps it was because most of these women were well known and well used that most izmir escort eyes turned to Susan as our escort found a table with only two other occupants and gestured for us to sit down. The men’s faces showed plenty of interest and the women scowled.

The men at our table knew William and he introduced them as, well, I can’t remember who they were. I’m sure both of them have since fucked my wife more than once. Susan was seated between William and one of the men. I sat on the other side of the second man – effectively as far away from Susan as possible at the round table. There were two unoccupied seats left and they were soon filled by two more Black men who had come to check out the new white whore.

This is sort of how it went for the next half hour. Drinks were ordered. William didn’t ask Susan what she wanted, just bought her a double whiskey, no ice. I had a beer. Conversation was polite at first, with all five men asking Susan relatively innocent questions. But eventually, the questions were more personal and intimate. I was totally ignored.

Then William simply told them if things went well, Susan would soon be available. They looked at her and she gave a short, quick nod. Then to my complete surprise, he described in detail Susan’s body, her cunt, how she was to fuck, their two fuck sessions earlier in the evening, and her interest in possibly going Black for good.

She just sat with her drink (her second double) and nodded the odd time. Willaim worked her dress up (I could tell from where I was sitting what he was doing) and the man sitting on the other side of her gave William a questioning look. He nodded and it was obvious from his movements and Susan’s quick intake of breath that he was feeling her pussy. The man’s smile became huge and Susan began breathing rapidly. Her face glowed and her eyes became glassy. I knew that look.

But it seemed to end a few minutes later and William began pointing out the other women. Sara was about 43 and had gone Black about three years before. She was (is?) a school teacher, wife, and mother. A man named Jerry ‘owned’ her and while he had kept her to himself the first year or so, she was soon loaned out to friends and then just loaned out. One of the men made a joke that Sara had gone in for cosmetic surgery – an anal tuck. They all laughed. They speculated her body was good for another year. After that she’d probably be either dumped or if she wanted put to the community as an actual whore.

Beth was 36 and went Black a year before. She was petite like Susan and William described her as a gymnast and a gangbang whore. Her once-snug cunt was like a cavern now and double penetration of her pussy was her favourite. William said she had probably been fucked more times in one year than Sara in three – and by twice as many Black cocks. She was a real estate agent and I recognized her from her visits to my office (not to see me). Eventually she noticed me and was visibly shocked. Not as much as I was, especially when William mentioned she was going to be a breeder, although she didn’t know it yet. Apparently her ‘owner,’ Randy was negotiating it with Beth’s husband. I was amazed at how simple the plan was. After her next period replace her birth control pills with duds. Unknown to her, the next few gangbangs would actually be breeding parties. And the plan was even more complicated. Randy antalya escort was also a real estate agent for the same company but at a different branch in a different town. When she became pregnant and well along, he was arranging for her to be transferred to yet another branch in yet another town in an all-black, all male office. Beth knew nothing about any of it but her husband was heavily involved in the planning and even had a job for himself lined up.

Jenny was 45 and was the one who looked about used up. She had been owned at first. Back five or six years ago. And had been the most wanted, most fucked white slut in the area. Now she drifted into all the bars hoping for Black cock and a few dollars to pay for her rent for a shit-hole room in a slum black neighbourhood. The room and its single bed, table, and chair was where she fucked for $5 a dozen times a day. Nobody was turned away. William had checked it out once, he said. He walked into the room where she was splayed on the cot, cum dripping from her pussy and her hands tied to the head of the bed. She’d been ganged and they ‘forgot’ to untie her. He said there was $20 on the chair. William then noted her gaping ass hole with sperm up to the rim. He settled for a blow job. He said her husband had wanted her to return home to their old life but she refused, preferring to keep peddling her cunt in a degrading lifestyle that despite its poverty, shunning, and abuse – she loved. I looked at her with new appreciation. This was the ultimate end for someone like my wife. This was what it could lead to.

“She’s what you use when you want it quick at any time of the day or night. And she’s still really good. Not much left upstairs though,” William said sadly. “We sort of look after her. Make sure she doesn’t come to any real harm.”

Was this all true? I didn’t know. It was a pretty tall story, but I was sitting there looking at Jenny’s moist cunt just barely covered with thin wet fabric. I guessed it was possible.

“So what do you think,” William asked my wife who was beginning to get drunk on her third double. “Which one do you want to be?”

She sat there thinking, and when she did talk, she asked about their families. William saw what she meant.

“Their husbands enjoy it as much, maybe more in some cases, as these white whores do,” William said. “With the exception of Jenny, they live at home, look after their kids, go to work. Nobody knows and the folks here keep it that way.”

She asked about STDs and William explained that the Black community is like a family. Tests are done regularly (remember Eugene?) and they don’t fuck outside a certain circle and drug users get the boot. The other men at the table nodded, and one man told her that in our town she was safer fucking Black cock than white.

William nodded agreement.

“You’ll be sore, stretched, gangbanged – maybe even get knocked up, but you’ll never catch so much as the clap,” he said. “You’ll have gallons of Blackmans’ seed in your cunt, ass, and belly, but it won’t kill you.”

About then, William noticed that Beth was squeezing out of her seat and heading for the ladies room. She was a stunning woman and her short tight skirt and almost-nothing white blouse put her body on display for everyone. Even from where I was sitting in the dark bar I could tell she had removed her panties and kayseri escort that her pussy was shaved (electrolysis William later told me). When I made a small joke about it looked like she rode horses (she walked like a horsewoman, much like my wife did on the way to the car and then into the bar), William laughed and said she rode a lot of studs. “Hundreds of hours in the saddle.”

The point was, William wanted Susan to visit the ladies room at the same time as Beth.

“If she says anything, tell her William is considering making a purchase. She’ll understand.,” William said. “And tell her William would like her and Randy to share our table. But don’t say anything about the plans to breed her.”

Susan left the table a little unsteadily, and I noticed as she stood that she had to pull down her dress that had been up around her belly. She followed Beth and disappeared for a few moments – perhaps five – and returned a minute after Beth.

Soon two of our Black friends left the table and Randy and Beth took their places. Necessary introductions were made between Susan and Randy, and I was added as an after thought. “And oh, this is her husband,” William said to the newcomers. “She may not be needing him much longer, depending on how tonight goes.”

Randy smiled knowingly, and Beth nodded as if that was only natural.

“I’m off limits to Robert, ” Beth explained to Susan in reference to her husband. “It’s been, oh, maybe six months now. He has other ways of being satisfied. Really it’s best that way.”

She looked at me shyly, as if I might do something.

“You won’t tell anyone about any of this,” she asked me. “Nobody knows.”

I assured her I wouldn’t say a word and asked her just how Robert managed to get satisfied.

“Mostly he jerks off,” she said. “Sometimes he gets to watch, even help. And there is an endless supply of DVDs he can watch. Randy has all the digital video equipment and Bob has a stack of videos a foot high. He doesn’t do much else but watch them. I wish he’d get a life.”

I later came to know Robert and his version of events was fairly similar. Beth is a real tease and is relentless in making him suffer. Maybe later I’ll describe some of what I witnessed. You’ve never seen anything until you’ve seen Beth’s gaping pussy (and I mean it’s a wide open hole) dripping cum after she’s been had by a dozen Black cocks.

Susan was now between William and Randy, and her dress was back up around her waist. The front was open and the two men were obviously feeling her beneath the table, and discussing her body and her potential as a Black-owned whore.

“She’s certainly got the body,” Randy acknowledged. “Beautiful pussy. Her ass is tight, but that’s just a bit of experience. I don’t know. I guess I’d have to try her out a few times. We could do her together back at my place, but the kids are home.”

William nodded at the idea and wandered aloud about a suitable location.

“My place is out right now,,” he said. “I guess we just go back to her place. It’s secluded. What about it Slut,” he asked Susan. “Want to really get started? Either we all go back to your place or we end the whole thing right now?”

William’s, or maybe it was Randy’s, fingers were inside her. I could tell. Her eyes were glassy, she was well on the way to being drunk, and she was as horny as I’d ever seen her. The fingers were doing their job and she arched her back involuntarily, forcing the top of the dress to open wider. Two perfect breasts, topped with bullet long and bullet hard nipples came to view. Her breathing was heavy and ragged. At that moment you could have done anything with her or to her.

It was a no-brainer we were going back to my house.

“You are SO dead!” your throaty laughter rings in my ears as that conversation plays over and over in my mind. That was your first response when I had given in to the temptation of being your Brat — of playing with you.

It was a first for me. Me — the control freak at work, the person who takes pride in self-control and not acting on impulse, had given in to the impulse on the third causal meet!

You were a stranger to me — an acquaintance at best. Yet, I knew, I felt instinctively, that I could trust you. You, the person I didn’t have to explain myself to, had inspired that faith in me that I didn’t have to think twice before giving in to the temptation. Thanks to communication technology for facilitating the intense discussions.

As I step into your “humble abode”, the casualness of the setting belies the purpose of the visit. I had come with an open mind, not concerned about what to expect. We had discussed “The List”, the soft and the hard limits. And above all, you had taken the time and effort to know me. It was easy to be myself with you — to not be bothered about the consequences of my actions. So, when you invite me to come over and settle myself in your lap between your outstretched legs, I smirk and comply. I had made an effort to let the smirk be visible to you. I was excited!

Curiosity always kills the cat. And I just can’t help but turn my head when I feel your hands playing with something. My “Cat that got the bowl of milk” smile widens as I see the black blindfold. You laugh at seeing the anticipation on my face. I turn my head to face the TV, which was running some music I was oblivious of, and accepted the blindfold. As you tie it securely, I can’t help but adjust the positioning to make sure I am “blinded”. I’m sure now you had chuckled at my effort to take control.

You notice the body posture — I had wanted to appear relaxed and held my body “relaxed”. Who was I kidding? You run your fingers up and down my arms and murmur — “It’s alright. You can relax!”

My first reaction is to deny that I’m not relaxed, but realizing the futility of it, I lean back in your arms, and you guide my body to lie down on the bed.

“You just lied down, you are not relaxed”, your comment prods me to take a few deep breaths and simply let my body be. You must have understood how hard it is for me to let myself lose under any circumstances to have been so patient with me.

I hear your hum of approval as you strip away my trousers and appreciate the view. “I believe you had mentioned something about a red, skimpy G-String?” I inquire in my most innocent tone. I smile, knowing full well that I have your attention — that you are looking at me.

I feel the bed dip as you settle between my legs. “You know your safe word?” you ask.

“Red.” I nod and reply.

“And what do you do if you are not in a position to talk?”

“I don’t know.” I confess.

You snap your fingers thrice to show me the gesture — “Can you do that?”

Without speaking, I imitate the gesture. Deep down, I wonder when I would be pushed enough to necessitate the use of it. There is only one way to find out, I decide, and I let it be for now.

You pull me up by the arms, oh so gently, and guide me to stand up on the floor. Your gentle but firm hands guide my arms up as you pull off the black tank top. I would have been squirming, standing there exposed to your scrutiny, had it been anyone else. With you, I am comfortable in my skin. And the bratty smile is back on my lips.

You see it, and you know that a part of me is observing, taking notes. That part is also feeding my sense of being in control. You need to break me out of it.

You start off with playing with my lips. Your fingers circle and trace my lips. I feel them invading my mouth one by one. I let my tongue slip out and lick them, invite them in my mouth to suck on them. And once you allow me to do that, I bite — hard. The finger disappears from my mouth, but no reprove comes — not immediately. Instead, you turn me around, murmuring vague hints about my controlling self. You secure my arms behind my back with an arm binder. Your fingers start playing their magic on my back, making me arch and shiver.

So sensuous.

And then the first task comes. You hold a coin pressed to my chin — “you know what this is?”

I stay mum — unwilling to be wrong.

“This is a one rupee coin. Take your tongue out…” I stick my tongue out, “further.”

I let my tongue hang out completely. You turn me around, press urfa escort the coin to a smooth, metallic surface and push me forward until my tongue is holding the coin in place.

“Hold the coin there. Don’t let it fall. If it falls before I allow you to…” the rest of your instructions blur away, as I feel your fingers back on my skin. My attention is pulled away from my task, and before I could figure out a way around, it slips.

I jerk forward to halt its fall midway, pressing it in place with my pelvis. “I told you to not let it fall…” your remark comes from somewhere behind me.

I’m embarrassed. For the first time in ages, the sense of failure rears its head in my mind. “It didn’t fall! Not completely…” I whine, trying to squirm away from the negative emotion. But I know it’s futile. I had failed. And you must have seen the frustration on my face. Before I say anything, you give me another chance.

You tell me to kneel, and I obey. You again place the coin in its place, and tell me to hold it there with my tongue. I do. I tune out your murmurs, and I focus on the coin. I can’t fail again.

“Look at that concentration. So focused…” you chuckle. Letting me stay in that position for a few more minutes, you take away the coin. I feel good at not having failed a second time, so when you comment on me having learned to hold my tongue, I say nothing.

I will have other instances to prove my brattiness to you, but not now. I simply smile.

Letting me stand up, you disappear for a few minutes. When you come back, i hear the sound of electric sparks. I try to figure out exactly what it is, is it a taser? My brain starts to sort through memories of our discussions to pin point what I knew about your interest in electric play. I come up blank. We hadn’t spoken about it. Did you think it would scare me? The sparking sounds start again. I remain calm. I was never afraid of electricity — hell, I have touched live wires and gotten the shocks of my life on countless times. And the sparking sounds tell me the current is not very strong. My smile stays on.

You realize that I know you won’t let the electricity touch me. Setting the equipment aside, you growl, “You want the real thing, don’t you?” and I feel your fingers wrap around my throat.

Oh, FUCK.

I feel my body respond to the rough hold — I get turned on! Your fingers tighten around my throat, and I slow down my breathing. I am still in control. I wonder what you are seeing, but I feel absolutely calm. You press me back against the wall, the choke hold tightening further. I part my lips to increase my oxygen intake, and feel the hold tightening further. “Look at your face now…” you mutter. And I do wonder what I look like. I suddenly realize, the reason I feel so calm is because I know that you are looking at me. And I know you are in control; i am no longer needed to retain control over myself.

You let go of me, pulling my head back with a fistful of my hair, one strong arm draped around my waist, and you bend my body back — I simply let go. I am yours to do with as you please. Holding my body in the arch, your thigh nudges my covered cunt — and I am helpless in your arms. You pull me up and turn me around, your arm now wrapping around my neck, and slowly, surely, you strangle me again — until I start to gasp for breathing. I struggle at last, disregarding my wounded pride, and then you let me go.

You have broken through the first layer of my barriers. I have ceded control to you. I have overcome my pride on self-control — just a little. My pride is intact enough that I haven’t used the safe word yet. My limit isn’t pushed enough — yet. But then, this was just the warm up, wasn’t it? The warm up to the actual warm-up — to be precise.

Still blind folded, you lead me back to the bed and order me to kneel there. I obey you without fuss. The sass has silenced itself in me. I am in a different mind-space. As the sounds of the outside world drift in, you murmur into my ears — “What if I open the door and invite in a few guests right now? You can hear the sounds, can’t you?”

I sit stoically, the smile still on my lips — challenging the bluff. I know you won’t do it — not yet. This knowledge is not from my understanding of you, but from my faith in your understanding of me.

“I love this posture of yours. You are holding your ground, without speaking, and that smile…” My mind focuses on the tone of your voice — I find it soothing. I can’t see you, balıkesir escort but I can hear your footsteps around me. You take off the arm binder.

“I think I will try some rope on you. You have never experienced rope bondage, have you?” I think you are more wondering aloud than asking me, but I shake my head nonetheless.

You touch the top of my head, “Stay there. Don’t run away!” Your dark humor makes my smile wider. A few minutes later, you instruct me to lie down on my stomach. As I obey, I wonder at my easy submission. I guess, I am just too curious about it all to be much bratty!

I feel you securing my wrists together, and then securing them to my ankles, ending in a hogtie. I like the sensation of the rope on my skin. I’m perfectly helpless now, Aren’t I? I smile to myself. And then you put on the infernal ball gag! I whine before you have secured the band at the back of my head. I’m speechless, bound and blindfolded. Essentially, I’m completely at your mercy now.

“You know what should be done to brats? They should be just left to themselves.” I hear the amusement in your voice. I would pout if I could. But I can’t. I hear your footsteps receding. I’m left to my own devices now. And not finding anything else, I decide to delve deeper in to my own head. I let my body and mind relax. I observe the soft lilt of the music playing in the background. And I let go of my hold on the outer world. I note the shuffling sounds from the other room, I hear the sound of a match being lit, sound of paper. Hmm… What are you up to, now?

A few minutes later, I hear your footsteps approaching. “Are you ok?” you softly murmur in my ears. I nod. You touch my palms, and I know you are checking for unusual drop in body heat. And then comes the surprise. You pick me up! You pick me up and you take me to the other room, and as you settle me down, I feel the soft texture of the carpet underneath my skin. You untie the blind fold. I would have gasped if not for the gag! It was a beautiful setting! Had I thought this room to be so casual when I had first stepped in? How wrong I was. I was placed in the middle of the carpet, and you had lit these small candles all around, lending a soft glow.

How… very… romantic! I guess if I wasn’t such an unromantic brat, I would have sobbed in delight and fallen in love with you!

But, being the smart ass I am, I look around, and then squirm and move and turn my body around, to look up at you from the floor. My eyebrows are raised, and you can read my thoughts there. Choosing to not indulge this unspoken brattiness, you instead ask if any parts of my body hurt right now. I scan my body, momentarily forgetting that yes, my mouth hurts from being stretched around the infernal ball gag, I shake my head. And then you order me to turn back on my stomach. Again, I obey.

I hear the swish of the crop now. I slowly turn my head to the side to look at the sweet sounding device. As you flick the crop right in front of my face, I feel the excitement build. You lie down on your side, stretching right beside me. With the tip of the crop, you gently tap the middle of my left foot. With each tap hitting harder than the last, you look at my face to see my reaction. I simply wait for you to realize that this doesn’t register as pain to me.

You now hit harder, faster. You know I can take it. My breathing quickens. I’m enjoying the stinging pain. Swish and flick, swish and flick… I can feel my foot getting warmer. Faster and faster the crop hits. At last I twitch my back. But I want more. And you know it.

“Now you want it on the other foot, don’t you?” you inquire, despite knowing my answer. I simply nod.

The stimulation builds again -so sweetly intense. It almost feels like the building of an orgasm, the pleasant pain of climax coiling in my body. Again I gasp and arch my back. And you stop. Almost instantly I regret it, I crave for the sensation to be back! But you know better. You trace my feet with your gentle touch, and then I feel your soft lips trailing kisses on the warm skin. I simply float in the sensation.

You take off the gag with the warning of it being back the moment another smart ass comment slips past my lips. As you untie me, you murmur in appreciation, and pride swells in my heart. Pride on hearing the pleased tone in your voice, pride on being able to withstand the amount of pain that I did. The rope marks on my skin promise much more, barely hinting at what the rest of the night has in trabzon escort store for me.

The flogger! Is it odd for me to find it beautiful? I had no idea how it would feel on my skin as you order me on my all fours. With its first strike on my bare back, shards of excited pleasure shoot through my veins. And then as the strikes come over and over again, i feel the build up of the stinging pain.

You ask me to count. I was rather enjoying simply floating in the cloud of the sharp sensation, but regardless, I start counting. With each count, I wonder if I would lose track of it, but I don’t. I count aloud each of the strikes leaving fiery kisses on my skin. My voice waivers and I whisper, and you change the point of focus and my voice is stronger again.

I start to wonder at my capacity as the count reaches 100. Wow, really? My mind smugly replies, yes, really!

149… and I can’t take it anymore. My voice breaks after 148, barely managing to utter the last count. And you stop. You kneel at my side and gently stroking my back, lower me to the bed. I can feel my body shaking with tremors. And then your body weight settles over me. I sigh deeply. Your voice, your touch ground me. I am almost lost in the sensation of the memory of the pain and the reality of your gentle caresses.

I know this is not the end. I do not need to stop playing yet. The pain may make my flesh hurt and may make me gasp and yelp, but I am in love with the pain. And when we resume playing again, this time the flogger hitting my front, my panty stripped away and stuffed in to my mouth, hands behind my head and eyes riveted to you, I truly appreciate the view!

Through everything, the way your body undulates in front of me, the fierce smile on your face, and the way your eyes appraise me, it leaves me breathless. You are magnificent! And once more, as the flogging becomes a memory, I am engulfed in your strong arms, holding me, securing me. And I cling to you.

I had bit you. Hard. And now comes the reprove. My nipples already sore from the flogging are confined with the nipple clamps, the connecting chain held in my mouth. My pussy lips secured with clamps as well, and my wrists very conveniently handcuffed behind me. To add to my humiliation, you have looped the chain of the clamps clinging to my pussy around the door handle of your fridge. I mutely stand there, head bowed, hands behind. I don’t know what hurts more — my nipples, my pussy lips, or my ego.

I stand there, as you lounge on the bed, taunting me. Yes yes, you could have just left me in the other room, and not paid any attention. I know. But my nipples hurt too sharply for me to pay much attention to what you are saying. My cheeks would have burned with humiliation.

“What are you ashamed of?” you snap at me, and you approach me. I stay mute. My eyes sting, but I can’t cry. I don’t cry. As you provoke my pride once more, I try to lift my head higher, but groan and give up as my breasts protest. Your finger traces the outline of my nipples, and you remind me of my bite. I whimper.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I bit you.” I ground out.

“I accept your apology.” You murmur again. Then wrapping your hand around my mouth, one by one you remove the clamps, and I almost scream. Your lips cover mine, as you remove the labia clamps, my groans of agony muffled in your mouth. You gently hold me.

I guess I could hate you. But I don’t. I love the way you just know that I would rather be pushed to the end of my limits and beyond. And I trust you that I know you can do that. You could break me and then put me back together, just the way I’ve learnt in my sessions on hypnotism!

When I tell you that I need to use the washroom, you get up and lead me into the bathroom pulling on my collar. I’m surprised… and confused!

Do you really expect me to pee while you stand there? You make me sit on the toilet seat and I look up at you with questioning eyes.

Indeed you do.

For a second I find it embarrassing. But, it’s you. You – who has already seen me at my most vulnerable state. Your encouragements help me to relax and simply let go. I push my body to respond to my mind. The initial sound of the pee makes me uncomfortable, and I remind myself — it’s alright.

Once I’m done, you wash me like a little child. At first it’s amusing to me — but the gesture is sweet. The gesture is nurturing. And something snaps inside me — or may be clicks in to place.

It’s so hard for me to not keep being a grown up, self sufficient adult. So hard for me to just be a child. But with this singular act, you make it possible for me. I feel grateful for the unspoken permission you have given me — allowing me to let the child thrive.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t be a brat any more. If anything, I would be even more annoying now.

The combat is on!

Fi walked across the dance floor towards the doors to the gym knowing full well that the entourage of wide-eyed hungry males would follow her. They’d all tried their luck on the dance floor but without success as Fi knew that choosing just one now would spoil the fun for later. And she knew she was going to have her own special kind of fun.

They followed her through the doors with little conversation but minds full of the anticipation that comes from knowing something extraordinary is about to happen. They didn’t know quite what but they knew if there was fun to be had then Fi would be at the centre of it. She livened things up around the office with her almost-indecently short skirts barely clinging to her luscious thighs and her low slung tops exposing her bouncing cleavage. And the flirting. She had all the guys wrapped around her finger, sitting on their desks for a chat, her skirt riding up, leaning over one desk to help whilst her colleague opposite would get a prime view of the enormous offering her chest made in plain sight. She knew the guys were looking, that was the idea, she wanted them primed and ready when it came to the summer party.

As Fi, shoulder-length dark hair, black-rimmed glasses and beautiful curves continued down the hall she began to consider what she wanted. She entered the gym and headed straight for the demo weights bench. Propping it at about 30 degrees she sat down and waited as the men gathered round her, a surprisingly respectful distance from her. ‘Okay’ she thought ‘we’ll play it this way’

“boys, have you ever heard of bukkake, where a perform but you’re not allowed to touch me? You can release your juices all over me but no touching” She offered, smiling seductively and knowing it would only be a matter of time before the first of the horny males could resist no longer and dive in. They vaguely nodded and looked at each other before their hungry gaze returned to Fi as she began to release the tight, overflowing corset that held in her enormous 38GG breasts. Loosening then pulling apart the lace that held adana escort her enormous funbags inside the straining corset she finally released the mass of swaying flesh onto her pert belly. Next she stood, her body succumbing to gravity and her heavy tits pulling gently against her chest. She slowly began to remove what constituted her skirt, a small black ring of material which she had chosen in order to entice any man sat at the right angle with a secluded view of her luscious, unclothed mound. A murmur of approval rose as the crowd realised she had no underwear on, and now, in just knee-high PVC boots, Fi lay back and began the show.

She seductively moved her hands across her body and over her succulent breasts, grasping at her nipples between two fingers and gently drawing the saucer sized areolae to a peak on top of the melon-sized milk-bags that adorned her chest. She let them drop and as they danced on her belly she grasped them again and pushed them against her alluring body. Grasping her whole cleavage in one arm she moved a hand towards her pussy, stroking longs strokes along her slit with an ever moistening response. The slick of juices began to dribble onto the bench as she a finger, then two inside herself. Withdrawing she traced a line up to her clit and pulling softly at the nub she gently convulsed in the beginnings of an orgasm. The first of many tonight she hoped.

Only a few men now hadn’t released their cocks and one or two were pumping furiously at the sight of this writhing pale-skinned beauty performing for their pleasure. The first burst fired directly across her belly. Warm creamy fluid dowsed the soft skin just above Fi’s belly button, a second down her side as the man responsible groaned attempting to stay standing. Fi wiped the juice from her belly and massaged it into her tits which glistened in the half light.

Fi smiled a dirty, enticing smile which encouraged a couple of the men to step forward. This Bukkake thing was okay but they wanted action. One rested the tip eskişehir escort of his solid member against the moist lips of her quivering pussy. They pursed around his head as he gently penetrated the body of this wanton goddess. Another stood at her chest, pinched her nipple and raised her trembling breast over his cock. Laying the member between her rib cage and the soft, heavy bosom he dropped it and began to gently push back and forth, nudging the big supple tit that now trapped his cock. Fi grasped it and pummelled it, stimulating the guy to push and dance at the soft alter more and more enthusiastically. Another guy joined at the other side and the two pumped at the huge wobbling mass of breasts, meeting in the middle and sliding their slippery cocks under her tits and against each other’s throbbing heads.

As Fi concentrate on the pummelling her tits were receiving, and the intrusions of the man between her legs, now filling her pussy to stretching point with his enormous member she was shocked to find another cock poke at her cheek. She turned, as much in confusion as in hunger, and was treated to the end of a dripping cock forcing its way needily between her lips. Cautiously opening her lips they were forced the rest of the way as the cock slid forcefully between her lips and deep into her gullet. The man grasped at her hair and began to pound at her face, his balls whacking against her cheek.

By this time some of the other party guests had entered and some of the women had already started to work on the guys still keeping to ‘the rules’. One woman stripped down and climbed on top of Fi offering the guy between her legs a new, dripping wet pussy to explore. He withdrew from Fi and slid effortlessly into this new woman who winced as the great rod probed her. As she received her pummelling she opened her mouth to enclose the heads of both the guys pounding at Fi’s tits. The heads of the two guys cocks, trapped within the warm recesses of her mouth, shafts surrounded by Fi’s jiggling body sakarya escort burst almost in unison filling her mouth with a mixture of the two men’s hot creamy liquid. She swallowed as much as she could but the juice trickled from between her lips and pooled on Fi’s chest.

The men slumped away and sat, recovering from the phallic onslaught as the girl on top of Fi grasped at her breasts, bringing one then the other to her waiting lips. She feasted on the hard, tasty nipples as the huge intrusive cock shared between her and her counterpart slipped from her convulsing pussy and into Fi’s. Just as Fi’s attention switched from the huge penis probing her deep throat to the spear penetrating her most intimate parts, her gullet filled with hot creamy liquid. The cock bulged and throbbed, pulsing stream after stream of white juice down her neck. He suddenly pulled out pumping a couple of bursts over her face and glasses. Another shot, from somewhere else in the room, somewhere behind her head joined it, coating her hair, glasses and cheek. She gobbled the cock back into her mouth and milked it of the rest of its tasty juices.

Finally, as Fi thought she couldn’t take anymore the guy between her legs came pumping hot fluid deep within her body. She felt the powerful spurts, she thought, deep in her belly. Fi convulsed in uncontrollable orgasm, her body shaking and jolting as the engorged member pumped deeper and deeper inside her. As she came to a climactic cessation the monster pulled out and plunged hard and deep into the waiting pussy of the girl on top. She immediately exploded into a quivering, shaking orgasm, biting hard on Fi’s nipple and grasping at her flesh to hold on as the pain and pleasure washed over her. The man pumped her harder and harder as he released a second onslaught onto the inner parts of a woman’s body. She jolted and rocked grinding her pussy against Fi’s bringing her to a gentle, final climax.

As the man pulled away from the gaping, stretched pussy the mix of intimate juices dribbled down over Fi’s mound and onto the bench. The girl slid off Fi and onto the floor, only to be further investigated by one of the waiting men. Fi brought herself shakily to a sitting position, covered in juices and aching from the pleasurable onslaught she had received. She removed her glasses to clean them, and lapping at the glass wondered when the next party might be.

Authors Note

This story was originally intended to be a chapter in my Kinky Couple series, as a role play between those characters. But after writing and making it much more detailed I realized that doing so would invalidate any feelings expressed within because it would have been ‘acting.’ So I separated this out to be its own story.

This story contains conversations about panty-pooping and mild scat play, as well as the patient being embarrassment and submissive to the doctor. If those things aren’t for you, please skip this story. As always, constructive comments are welcomed.

And for those who want a dirtier story, chapter 2 is coming!

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It was late in the day as Melissa waited in her car nervously. She had seen the office receptionist leave, with the nurse following soon after. She knew she had only a few minutes before the Doctor left as well, so she had no time to waste, but couldn’t get herself out of the car just yet. She had tried this twice before and could never get up the courage to go into the building, and then felt relief as she saw the Doctor leave so she was off the hook. But she knew she had to go in eventually, even though her anxiety made it so very difficult.

“OK, I’m going to do it!” she insisted to herself and opened the car door and cautiously stepped out.

Although she felt like one, Melissa wasn’t a stalker. She had gotten this Doctors name from a friend, who described him as a nice man as well as a good Doctor who had a small practice which was exactly what Melissa was looking for. She knew she HAD to do something soon before it happened again, and she gathered up all her courage to walk across the parking lot and onto the sidewalk before reaching the door and entering the small office building.

Dr Webb was finishing up a last bit of paperwork at the small family practice that he ran. After his receptionist and nurse leave he usually stayed for another 15 or 20 minutes to ensure he could start the next day with a clean desk. The warm spring sun was streaming through the window as the days were getting longer and the evenings much more pleasant.

Just as he stood up from his desk, ready to put on his jacket he heard a soft knock on the main door. He crossed the floor of his office, through the hall past the examination room which led to the receptionist area and into the small, but tastefully appointed waiting room. Another knock was heard as he looked through the peephole to see a petite middle aged woman, looking fairly nervous.

“Hello?” he called out. “Our office is closed now. Please call back tomorrow and make an appointment.”

“Doctor? Are you there? I really need your help!” the woman exclaimed to the door.

Dr Webb opened the door and looked down upon the attractive and anxious woman.

“Are you in pain or in trouble? There’s an emergency clinic 2 miles away and a hospital just passed that down the road”, he said as he flashed a concerned smile.

“Well, no, it’s not like that, it’s not an emergency,” she said sheepishly as she lowered her eyes. “It’s just that I’ve really needed to talk to a doctor for a while and I finally got the nerve up to come in.”

“And… and… I… can’t call for an appointment because then I’d have to tell your assistant some… things. Can I please come in? I really need to talk to a doctor,” she pleaded. “I promise not to take up too much of your time.”

“Well I really can’t have any patients in the office after hours. There are no other employees here right now and it’s highly inappropriate. I can leave a note for my receptionist Ann to make the first available appointment for you tomorrow. Would that be OK?”

“Oh Doctor… I just know I wouldn’t show up tomorrow… It took every ounce of strength just to knock on your door. Can I please come in for just a few minutes?”

“Well,” he started, thinking of how to convince her that it was impossible for him to see her now.

But as he looked down, she looked up. Her pretty but somewhat desperate, pleading eyes found his and he saw how anxious she was really was, how she needed him at this moment.

“Well, OK. Come in and we can talk about your problem,” he offered. “Then we can decide how to continue.”

“Oh THANK YOU, Doctor, thank you so much,” she exclaimed, her face while still nervous and pained, lit up with hope and appreciation.

Dr Webb held the door open for her as she slid passed him and into the waiting room. She was a pretty woman, petite and in her 40s, her slender body outlined nicely in a long spring skirt and light yellow blouse. Her shoulder length brown hair framed her warm oval face and big brown eyes. She obviously kept herself in good shape and her soft sensual curves did not escape his eyes.

“Why don’t we go into the exam room and talk in there. Just through that door and to the left,” he directed, not taking his eyes off the skirt swaying back and forth from her ass.

“OK, is this it?” she asked as she entered the exam room, noticing a small desk with urfa escort a computer screen and keyboard, along with some open boxes of medical supplies. There was a white hanging cabinet on the wall above the desk and an exam table across from it, with roll paper covering the padding and a plastic bag containing a paper patient gown placed at the end. A scale was against the wall to the right, with a chair by the head of the table and a blood pressure device attached to the wall at the foot. She also noticed the extendable stirrups on the side of the table, which lead her to smile… nervously… as she figured they would probably be put into use this evening.

“Yes, right in there. OK, let me start a file on you and get some basic information,” he said as he went to the desk to get a clipboard with a generic patient form.

“OK, now, can I start with your name?” he asked.

“Melissa…” she started. “Melissa Nichols.”

“Nice to meet you Ms Nichols. And how old are you?”

“46”

“OK, let me get your height and weight. Please remove your shoes and step on the scale.”

Melissa removed her flats and stepped on the scale as Dr Webb started moving the weights around.

“120 lbs, very good, and now turn around for your height. OK… great, that’s 5 foot 2 inches.”

“How about you just hop up on the table and we can talk about your problem,” he stated as he leaned over to pull out the retractable step stool. “We’ll fill in the other details tomorrow when Ann enters everything into the computer. So, tell me why are you here.”

Melissa stepped up on the pullout stool and slid the gown bag out of the way before turning around to sit on the table. She straightened out her skirt and then clasped her hands nervously and placed them in her lap. She could hardly believe she was actually here and was finally was going to get some help with her ‘problem.’

“Well,” Melissa starts, “lowering her head so as not to look at his face. “Its something… something embarrassing.”

Dr Webb smiles warmly and speaks softly “Well, a lot of medical issues can be embarrassing for patients, but I am just here to help you. And believe me, doctors have seen it all after they’ve been practicing for a while. We’re not here to judge you or find stories to tell others, we just want to help.”

“Thank you Doctor,” she looked up into his soft gaze and saw his genuine smile which eased some of her apprehension. “Well, I know I should have come in sooner… this has been happening for quite a while.”

“OK, what’s been happening, and for how long?” he questioned.

“It’s… well… I guess it’s been 7 months or so” she stammers. “But not very often.”

Dr Webb makes some notes on the chart “OK, so what had been happening?”

“Uh, well… like I said, it’s not often… but sometimes…”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes I get the urge to… uh… go to the bathroom… and… I… uh… can’t control it,” she manages to say, with her head down and barely audible.

“So you leak a little bit of urine?” the doctor questioned, almost relieved. “That’s a very common problem for women as they get older and nothing to worry about.”

“Oh, well… uh… no… it’s not urine… and… not a little,” Melissa quietly says, lowering her head in apparent shame.

“Oh…” he replies. “So you move your bowels, without being able to stop?”

“Yes”

“And you don’t have enough time to reach a bathroom?”

“No… it all just comes out… completely… and I can’t stop it!” she answers, with lips quivering, almost in tears.

“OK.. that’s OK, Ms Nichols,” he consoles, “it happens to everyone at some point. Nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. You say it’s not often, right?”

“Well the first time was about 7 months ago. And then it was maybe a month and a half in between a few other times,” she continued.

“And now it’s been about once a month,” she admits, still not raising her head. “And I came to you now… because… I think it’s going to happen again soon!”

“Its OK Ms Nichols… don’t worry,” the Doctor states. “We’ll figure out what’s going on.”

He reaches out and touches her hand assuringly as she looks up at him with tear-filled eyes.

“Thank you Doctor,” she says as she smiles back at him, feeling a bit better just due to finally getting it out.

“So, you say the urge to move your bowels comes instantly and then you have no control over releasing it?”

“Yes, that’s how it is. I’m just walking around doing something and all of a sudden my stomach cramps, I feel the pressure and then it just comes out.”

“And do you void your urine at the same time?”

“No, I’m able to control that.”

“OK, interesting. Usually its the other way around,” the Doctor states in a puzzled tone.

“Actually most times I’ve peed fairly recently before it happens.”

“OK, and while peeing you did not have an urge to move your bowels?”

“No, I don’t feel anything.”

“Hmm… OK balıkesir escort so where does this happen, at home mostly?”

“Actually no, I’ve usually been out which makes it so much worse. I’ve been at the grocery store, at the mall, walking through the park… Its terrible!”

“I understand,” he replies, realizing that this woman then has to sneak home after soiling herself and has probably been seen and embarrassed by other people.

“And in between these incidents, have your bowel movements been normal? I mean with enough notice to reach a bathroom?”

“Yes, just like they always were.”

“Have you changed your diet? Have you noticed a pattern in what you’ve eaten the day or so before its happened?”

“No”, she says sadly. “I thought of that too of course. But I’ve been eating the same things.”

“OK,” Dr Webb replies as he continues taking notes. “And what about the… consistency.. of your movement. Is it usually hard and pebble like? Or very soft and loose?”

Melissa again bows her head in embarrassment, discussing the thickness of her fecal waste.

“Well, its usually some harder… stuff… and then softer”

“And is that the same as when you do use the bathroom?”

“Yes” she states lifting her head a bit, “it’s not like diarrhea… or constipation.”

“OK, that was my next question. If you have either of those symptoms regularly.”

“No, I’m usually pretty regular. Although I can fluctuate between diarrhea and constipation during my period,” she states firmly, perking up a bit even with the embarrassing nature of the discussion.

“OK, that’s fairly normal for women as well,” Dr Webb confirms. “So have these incidents coincided at the same time as your cycle?”

“No, not really,” Melissa admits, “its happened before, during and after my period.”

“OK… And how often do you move your bowels?”

“Mostly every day, sometimes I’ll go 2 days in between,” she replies, again seeming a bit more energetic.

“And do you take any fiber supplements? Or use laxatives or anything?”

“No, I try to eat healthy and get enough fiber and vitamins in my diet. Um.. but…”

“Yes?”

“I have used an enema a few times.”

“Oh, OK. And was that due to constipation?”

“Well… not really…” she sheepishly exclaims.

“So what was the reason for the enema then?” he continues probing.

“Well.. to… just be cleaned out… and empty,” Melissa finishes.

“And why would you need that beyond normal bowel movements? he questioned.

“Oh… well.. for… doing… things.”

“Oh, sexual activity?” he asks, trying to control his voice and remain calm.

“Yes,” came the embarrassed reply.

“That’s fine. Its perfectly normal to be aroused by anal play.”

“Thank you Doctor.”

“As long as you play safely. Its a very delicate area that can be injured much more easily than your vagina.”

“I know Doctor… and I am careful.”

“OK, very good. Have you noticed that any of your sexual activity involving your anal area has any correlation to your bowel issue?”

“No, the timing doesn’t coincide so I don’t think that’s a cause,” Melissa stated, becoming more and more comfortable.

“OK then. So… not a lot so far to go on. Do you feel well otherwise? Are there any other issues with your health at all?”

“No, not that I know of. It’s really just this thing.”

“OK then.. I guess that’s all I can write up for now. I need to examine you and I can try to get you in first thing in the morning.”

“Oh, Dr Webb, is there any way you could just examine me know? I’d rather get it over with today and not have to come back.”

“Well, I usually have a nurse present so this would be highly unusual.”

“Can you please make an exception… just this one time? I really want to find out what is wrong with me.”

“Hmm… well, I guess I can as long as you are fully consenting to it.”

“Yes, that’s fine. Thank you Doctor,” she said, with an easily identifiable upbeat attitude.

“You’re welcome. OK, then there’s the gown for you to get into. The opening goes in the back. And you can leave on your panties and your socks too if you like. I can turn around or leave the room while you change.”

“You don’t have to leave Doctor, that’s OK,” she said as she picked up the plastic bag and began opening it to get the gown out.

“OK, if you’re sure, then I’ll start making a chart for you,” he said as he pulled out the chair by the desk and turned the computer screen on.

“Sure, that’s fine.”

Dr Webb logged in to the computer system and began navigating to the new patient application. He was a bit puzzled by this situation, and his new patient. An attractive, petite woman in her mid 40s, seemingly healthy in all aspects of her life… who, to put it bluntly, poops in her panties every now and then. He’d never heard of this situation before, except for an elderly person becoming incontinent, which Ms Nichols trabzon escort clearly is not. He was also a bit curious about the change in her affect. She was painfully shy and anxious at the start, and as the questions became even more personal and potentially embarrassing she appeared to lighten up, and was very forthcoming. He surmised that either he had the best bedside manner ever or that something else was going on here. But in either case, he determined he would fulfill his Hippocratic oath and try to help this woman.

As he started the file on his new patient he heard behind him the sounds of Ms Nichols clothing being shed. The zipper on her skirt being lowered, the crumpling on the floor as it was lowered around her legs. The unclasping of her bra and then the crinkling of the paper gown as she opened it up and unfolded it carefully. And as much as Dr Webb was an upstanding doctor with an unblemished reputation, he was still a man, and the sounds of an attractive female disrobing a few feet away struck him as undoubtedly sensual. He could not help but feel a tingle in his crotch knowing that he would see and examine the body that she was trying to cover up right now. This feeling was also egged on by the fact that this pretty woman admitted to enjoying anal play, an activity that Dr Webb had a strong proclivity towards as well. He was 100% an ass man and as much as he looked at female patients as ‘just patients’ there were times when he enjoyed some of the visual and physical tasks as part of an examination. And he had a feeling that this was going to be one of those times.

“Dr Webb? I’m finished,” Melissa declared.

“OK, just one more entry here and I’ll be with you.”

Melissa folded her clothes and put them on the chair adjacent to the exam table. As Dr Webb turned around he saw her back as she slightly bent over to lay down her clothes. Of course this meant the gown fell to her sides and exposed her panty-clad behind, which caused another stirring in his loins. While it was covered by what he would describe as a ‘Tanga’ panty (a light blue lacy one, no doubt from Victoria’s Secret), he could certainly make out that it was a lovely ass, one that would most certainly catch his attention were they meeting publicly. Nicely round and shapely, still firm but with enough soft flesh grab a nice handful. It’s size and shape fit her petite frame perfectly and he knew he would definitely enjoy the exam of this beautiful woman that was to come.

His momentary gaze was interrupted as she quickly reached back to pull the gown closed and turned around, startled to see him looking at her.

“Sorry,” Dr Webb stammered, although he had done nothing wrong.

“Its OK, I just didn’t know you were finished.” Melissa said as she took a step up on the stool and once again sat on the table.

“OK, lets get started. Due to your symptoms, I would like to start with just a basic physical, if that’s OK with you. How long has it been since you had one?”

“Oh, I guess about a year,” Melissa replied.

“Oh, OK, good. then you were due anyway. We’ll do that and then see what I can find out specifically about your problem.”

“OK Doctor, that’s fine.”

“Great. So I’ll need your blood pressure first,” he stated as he reached into the basket attached to the wall for the blow up cuff which he then wrapped around her extended arm and began squeezing the attached bulb.

As he read her blood pressure and then noted it on the chart Dr Webb again thought about her change in demeanor. Since she seemed to get more comfortable with the detailed and more embarrassing questions, maybe he should continue his questioning? To see if she continues her openness or retreats back to how she was when she first was talking to him.

“I’d like to know some more specifics about these incidents.”

“Uh, OK. what would you like to know?”

“What happened that first time? When and where were you?”

“Oh, well… Let me think… It was late last fall and I was walking through the park getting some exercise. It was early afternoon and I was walking fast to get my heart rate up a bit.”

“Ah, OK, and then what?” he asked as he picked up a disposable ear piece and fitted it onto the otoscope.

“Well, I felt one short, sharp cramp and then it happened.”

“You emptied your bowels? Into your panties?” he said as he peered into her right ear.

“Yes.”

“And it was a full movement? Not just a little?” he asked as he motioned for Melissa to turn her head so he could look in her other ear.

“Yes, it was quite a lot. I couldn’t believe it had happened! I was so embarrassed but I looked around and no one else was near me which was good.”

“And then what did you do?”

“I felt my behind to see if my yoga pants were stretched out and they were, but I didn’t know how noticeable it would be to people. I walked straight home avoiding anyone just to be safe.”

“OK and then?” the Doctor continued questioning, seeing how far he could push this inquiry.

“I got home and cleaned myself up.”

“Well, did you … uh .. look at it at all? Like to see if anything was different than your normal movements?”

“Oh, uh, a little but not really. I dumped it in the toilet and threw away the panties – they were old workout panties anyway. Then I took a shower and washed the yoga pants.”

The sex in our group has continued to be a wonderful addition. Lisa and I have been able to experience things in our marriage I never thought was possible.

It is amazing. Ever since we began fucking another couple our marriage has gotten stronger. We are more attentive to each other’s emotional needs in a way that we never were before. The sex is still amazing, but it has entered a whole new level of intamacy and sharing.

We are still getting together with Mike and Sara. After the pool party, we got together the next weekend for a heterosexual threesome night. Mike and I tagteamed each of the girls and they tagteamed the two of us individually also. It was after that evening the relationship went to a new level.

Mike and I had planned a fishing trip for the next weekend. The girls informed us they would get together to avoid being lonely and fuck each other’s brains out. Of course that meant Mike and I would do the same.

That weekend fishing trip was definitely something new for me. I had never been alone with a man before. It was very intimate. Mike and I kissed a lot and the sex was like I had never expected gay sex to be. We took turns fucking each other’s ass missionary style and “cowboy” style. It was so intimate to be able to look in another man’s eyes while fucking him, or him fucking me.

When we returned the four of us shared our “separate swinging” experience. Needless to say, noone was complaining. We decided that anytime two of us wanted to fuck, it would be OK, even if the other spouses were not present.

Actually that did not happen much. When Mike went out of town, Sara came over to our house and when I was out of town, Lisa headed over to their house. The girls were able to get together more often during the day. Due to this, I did not feel as bad having to be away on business. However, Mike and I were not really able to take advantage of this due to our busy work schedules.

Last Sunday, the four of us were at the country club, when Lisa and Sara said they had overhead Angie Simpson and Cindy Paulsen talking at the club about their foursome experiences. Lisa told us they had started talking and decided the eight of us should get together this weekend, if Mike and I were OK with it.

We jumped at the idea of getting to fuck more new pussy, especially since it was Angie and Cindy. Angie was a former model who always turned eyes. She was very petite with a beautiful ass and fake tits that she always wanted to show. Cindy was a little heavier than Angie, Lisa or Sara. However, she had an hourglass figure that looked a lot like Marilyn Monroe’s. She had huge natural tits that I had always wanted to bury my face in.

I told the girls that they would not be dissappointed in the husbands of Angie and Cindy. I had noticed their size in the club shower at different times. Cindy’s husband, Chris, had a dick that looked roughly the same size as mine, maybe a little thicker. However, Angie’s husband, Tim, had a dick that was at least seven inches when it was soft.

The talk about the other couples had us excited. Lisa and I spent the week fantasizing about what would happen when we went to Angie and Tim’s house. Lisa could not wait to get a chance at Tim and Chris’s dicks, while I could not wait to feel Cindy’s real tits and Angie’s fake tits.

Saturday night finally arrived and Lisa and I headed over to Angie’s. We arrived at the same time as Sara and Mike. Sara was wearing a teal halter top that covered very little of her chest and a very short white skirt that looked glued to her hips. She commented on Lisa’s white sheer dress that exposed the fact she was wearing no bra and just a red g-string. Both girls were wearing stilletto heels that made their legs look even longer.

We knocked on the door and Tim let us in. He was staring at Sara and Lisa when Lisa, who has gotten much braver since we began our experiences, gave him a hug and big kiss and began to massage his cock through his khaki shorts. Her other hand was quick to go up his polo shirt to feel his chest. He returned the kiss and pulled Lisa’s ass to him.

About the same time, Angie came around the corner. She was wearing red babydoll outfit. The top opened just below her huge tits and exposed a very flat stomach with a ruby ring in her pierced belly button. The tiny g-string she was wearing pretty much covered only her pussy lips. She had on clear platform heels. The platforms were at least two inches and the stilletto heels were probably six inches. Angie used to model for Frederick’s of Hollywood about eight years ago and it seems as though she has lost nothing compared to the catalogs that Mike and I had seen.

“Hi guys,” Angie said. “Well it looks like Lisa and Tim are already getting to know each other pretty well. Chris and Cindy are in the backroom. Scott and Sara, their waiting for you two. I think I am going to keep Mike for a little bit before we all join you.”

When she finished, she jumped into Mike’s arms denizli escort and wrapped her legs around his waist. They immediately began kissing. I grabbed Sara hand and we headed to the back of the house.

When we got to the back room I noticed Tim and Angie had set up two sets of movie lights over the couch. Also they had two video cameras set up. I wondered what they hand in mind when Cindy came from the kitchen holding two drinks.

“Hi Scott. I fixed you scotch and water,” she said. At the same time, Chris was giving a drink to Sara.

Cindy was wearing a emerald green satin chemise top that was probably a size to small for her tits since they were being pushed up so high. The top stopped just above her belly button to expose a flat stomach, which was highlited by an emerald belly button ring. She too was wearing a g-string that covered very little of her pubic region. The outfit accentuated her curves perfectly and the same type heels that Angie was wearing made her legs go on forever.

She handed me the drink and I reached over with my other hand and pulled her into me. We began to kiss and our hips naturally began to grind into each other. Sara and Chris were busy doing roughly the same thing.

Before long the other four were entering the room. I noticed all four of us guys had bulges in our pants. While the girls were better able to hid it, I know their pussies were ready also.

“OK guys, let’s not get carried away to quickly,” Angie announced. “We have some pretty hot plans for the night that include that setup over there.”

She pointed to the cameras and lights as she picked up a drink off of the table. Angie and Cindy had planned this very carefully it seemed. I wonder how much Lisa and Sara were in on the planning as well.

“We are going to play porno night,” Cindy continued where Angie left off. “The four of us girls…” I knew Lisa was in on this, which of course made me harder. “…were wondering how to couple everyone off, but it seems as though it has happened naturally.

“We will have one couple on the couch being the stars of the show,” she continued as her hand reached behind her and began to massage my ball region. “Another couple will be co-directors of the scene, while another couple will be filming the action on the couch. The final couple will be prop stagers, which will be the couple that just finished being the stars so they can catch their breath.”

“We have a program on our computer that we can edit the films together,” Angie said. “So later, maybe tomorrow, we will edit the action and burn it to some DVDs for the party favors of tonights event.”

“I was in charge of the script,” Lisa jumped in with. “Its pretty simple and not difficult to remember the lines, but I didn’t want to take away from the fucking with a bulky script.”

She got out four pieces of paper out of her purse. She unfolded the papers and handed one to each couple. I had to pull my hand out of Cindy’s panties to get the paper. As Lisa handed me the paper, she gave me a grin that said she had got one over on me.

I was so turned on by the fact the four girls and set all of this up without the guys knowing what was going on. Tim probably did not know about all of this until this afternoon when he probably helped Angie set up the camera equipment.

“Know all we have to do is figure out the roles for the first film,” Sara explained as it was know her turn to explain what she had done to prepare. “Since we already know what the couples will be, I have devised a little game to ge the roles handed out.

“There will be a regular rotation for the roles after the first set,” she continued. It was impressive to hear the amount of detail and thought the girls had given to this evening. “For instace, the first directors will then become the second cameramen, and then the third stars and then the final prop people.”

“The game will be a neat version of musical chairs,” Lisa explained. “Each couple will be tied together at the waist and the feet. The first couple to not get the chair will be the first prop people. Second couple to lose the first camera people. The third couple will be the first directors and the winner of the game will be our first stars.”

As Lisa was explaining this, Cindy has already grabbed the silk ropes and began to tie our ankles together. After she finished that, I had to help her to her feet and she tied our waists together. We all checked to make sure each couple was adequately tied together and the chairs were set up.

After that, Angie had the remote control in her hand and the music began to play. Cindy and I navigated around the chairs carefully. However, Chris and Sara were not so agile. They fell on the floor and they were unable to get themselves back standing up. When Angie stopped the music, the other three couples were able to get to the chairs and sort of sit down.

Sara took over the remote and Chris diyarbakır escort removed a chair. Soon the music was on again. When the music stopped, Cindy and I struggled to the chairs. We would not have got to one in time, but Angie and Mike misnavigated the chair and fell off as they were trying to sit down, which allowed us to sit down.

In the final game, Cindy and I got our legs tangled and fell down. We were unable to get to our feet and Tim and Lisa won, which meant they would be the first stars of the evening and I would get to direct my wife in her porn star debut.

Tim and Lisa took a second to look over their lines. Tim told us to not worry about talking during the scene because he would be able to edit out all of the voices except for those of the stars. I told Angie and Mike to have one camera filming the dialogue from behind Lisa and the other behind Tim and to keep an angle to not film the other camera.

We were ready for the action. Tim took his place on the couch and Lisa moved away from the lights. Cindy said action and the cameras began to roll.

Lisa walked into the camera view looking hot in her sheer dress that was even more see-through under the bright lights. Tim stood up to greet her.

“Hello,” Tim said. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I think I need your help for me to reach a challenge I have set for myself.”

“What can I do to help, maam?”

“I have challenged myself to fuck as many men as possible in the next month and I was wondering if you could help me?”

“I have never been asked anything like that before, but I guess I will be able to help you. Besides you look very fuckable. Anyway, how many days have been working on this challenge and what number am I?”

“Well, I just challenged myself this morning and you will be the first,” replied Lisa as she moved in closer to Tim and grabbed his cock. “I guess we will have to get this thing good and hard in order for you to help me.”

Lisa and Tim began to kiss each other while their hands were all over each other’s body. Cindy told Tim to get the dress of Lisa and kiss her all over. I told Angie to keep a closeup of whatever Tim was doing with his mouth and I told Mike to keep a wide angle of the two.

Soon, Tim had Lisa’s g-string off. Cindy told him to bend her over and lick her pussy from behind. Tim buried his face into her. Lisa began to moan and move her pussy back into Tim. Tim was licking like it was the last pussy he was ever going to taste in his life. I was making sure Angie and Mike were getting good pictures. It seemed odd that I was more concerned with the cameras than watching my wife get her pussy licked.

After Lisa had a big orgasm, I told her to sit Tim on the couch and get his clothes off. When she pulled his underwear down I was surprised to see him only half hard. However, half hard was still about 6 or 7 inches. Cindy told Lisa to suck his dick until it was ready to be mounted.

After about five minutes, Tim’s dick was a full 9 or 10 inches long and probably 2 inches thick. I told Lisa to mount it reverese cowgirl so we could get a good look at that cock stretching her pussy wide. Angie zoomed in on the penetration while Mike continued to get the wide angle.

It took a little bit, but Lisa soon had all of Tim in her and was beginning to bounce on it with a quick pace. Tim’s hands were on her hips helping her keep rythym. Lisa’s face was full of pleasure. However, the position quickly tired Lisa out. Cindy told her to get on her knees and lean over on the couch while Tim entered her from behind.

The fucking increased in pace as Tim slammed his hips into Lisa. The slapping sound was only topped by Lisa’s moans. Cindy sensed that Tim was about to cum and told him to pull out and cum on Lisa’s back. When he came, he shot sperm all the way up Lisa’s spine. Most of it settled on the small of her back and some trickled down the crack of her ass.

“One down and many more to go,” Lisa said, finishing her lines. With that, the first shoot was over. I was rock hard and I noticed that Mike and Chris had huge bulges in their pants also.

The prop people’s job it turned out was to clean up the mess. Chris and Sara took the towels and cleaned off the stars of the first performance. I quickly noticed that Sara cleaned the cum off Lisa while Chris wiped off Tim’s cock. I wondered if I was going to be able to experience Tim’s cock also or did what Chris wiping off Tim’s cock just an accident since Sara wiped off Lisa.

Tim and Lisa took their seat to recover as we changed our positions. Angie and Mike were going to be directed by Chris and Sara while Cindy and I filmed.

Sara told me to keep the closup view of everything and Cindy would keep the long view. Angie and Mike went through their lines and were soon kissing. As directed, Mike sat down on the couch and Angie went to her knees and pulled Mike’s cock out of his pants. Just antalya escort like Tim’s earlier, Mike was only about half hard. I can not believe that after everything that was happening, Mike could not be fully erect. I know I was.

Angie began to suck his dick to full erection. I had the closeup shot with my camera. She alternated between taking him all in her mouth and licking up and down the shaft. Her left hand was jerking him off and her right hand was massaging in between his legs. While Angie was doing this, Mike had reached over her and pushed her g-string aside and was fingering her pussy and asshole.

Chris told them to switch positions. Sara told Mike to get in front of her and stick his cock in her. Soon they were fucking like crazy. I kept the closeup action and seeing Mike’s cock go in and out of Angie’s pussy in my LCD display was getting me even more turned on. Angie put both legs on Mike’s shoulders, which gave me an even better closeup.

Angie finally had her top removed and her fake d-cup breasts were pointing straight in the air as Mike bent over to kiss her nipples.

The directors told them to change positions. Both of them stood up and Mike began to fuck Angie from behind and she leaned over. They continued to fuck like wild. Soon, Mike was ready to cum. Chris told him to pullout and for Angie to turn around so Mike could cum on her tits, which he did about a minute later.

Angie said her last line, Sara told her to put some cum on her finger and put it in Mike’s mouth. With that the second scene was over.

Lisa and Tim jumped up with the towels and ready to direct. Cindy and I took a second to look over the lines and it was our turn. Mike and Angie went off to the side to recover and Chris and Sara took over the cameras.

Standing under the lights, I realized why Tim and Mike had not been fully erect. I was nervous to know everyone was going to watch me and Cindy. Those nerves began to kill my erection.

We began with our lines and began to kiss. Cindy was massaging my dick through my shorts, but my nerves were still winning. Tim told us to get each other’s clothes off. My job was easy. I slid Cindy’s chemise top over her head to expose the largest natural breasts I had ever seen. Her g-string came off with no problem also. Cindy expertly removed my shirt and shorts, while I kicked off my sandals. She had me out of my silk thong very quickly and we were both naked, except for Cindy’s heels.

Cindy was still stroking my half-hard cock. I could start to feel it reviving, but my nerves were still there since I could still see everyone watching us..

Lisa directed me to lie on the couch and for Cindy to sit on my face. As she lowered herself down, I eagerly had my tongue out to taste her. She tasted so sweet. She had eagerly been awaiting this since she was so moist and hot. She was circling her hips as I darted my tongue in and out of her pussy.

Cindy then lowered herself down to my cock to complete the 69 position. She took me in her mouth and I could feel my erection building back again. I was soon lost in the feelings of eating her while she sucked me that I forgot we were being watched.

After about five minutes, Lisa told Cindy to turn around and fuck me. As she entered me, she was sitting up and I had a beautiful view. Her tits, her stomach, her hair and her eyes seemed to all be perfectly sculpted on her and she was putting my dick in her pussy.

She lowered herself half way down to me and I sat up partially to have a faceful of tits in my face. I was meeting her every move with my own thrusts and soon I layed all the way back. She lowered herself further to where her tits were against my chest. As we fucked, our tongues explored each other’s mouth.

I was completely lost to the fact we were being filmed and watched by six other people. Chris instructed us to swith position and he wanted to see me titty fuck his wife. Cindy rolled off of me and I got up to allow her to lay down. She pushed her tits together and I moved my dick in between them.

I slowly moved between her tits. My dick was so wet from her pussy that it slid easily in and out between her tits. Cindy started to lick the head of my cock as it moved toward her face each time. The feeling was wonderful. It did not take long before I was shooting cum between her tits. The force of the ejaculation sent some cum on her face, but most of it rolled out of my cock and to her upper chest and neck.

Mike and Angie brought towels over to wipe us off. After we were cleaned off, I was spent. I was glad that the stars of the show were allowed to recover and I went over to the loveseat and collapsed onto it. Cindy did the same right next to me.

The final scene began with the other six doing their parts, but I was not paying any attention. I asked Cindy if she wanted to do some shots of tequila. We went into the kitchen to get our shots. We did one each in the kitchen and then poured another. We did our second shots back in the room.

Once we got back into the room, I was paying attention to Sara and Chris fuck under the lights. Cindy was watching too and seeing her husband fuck Sara was getting her ready to go again. We sat next to each other naked on the loveseat watching. Her hand was on my thigh, and my hand was on her hip.

Apologies for the long delay in submitting this next chapter. All of the following chapters have been edited at once so no more delays. You may have gathered that the first five chapters lead into this one. Fair warning, it contains a variety of fetishes including Femdom, Cross-dressing, Interracial sex with two men and a wife, gay sex… If you don’t like this, please find something you prefer! I again put it into Fetish as I did not know where else it should go!

Chapter 6

Part 11

Quickly stoking the fire again, I moved into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I looked like a well ridden whore. Mascara and eyeliner smeared across my face, hair disheveled, and a smile. I looked like a well ridden, happy whore. I relieved my self, quickly washed my face, and wiped away the cum dripping down my legs. Brushing my hair, I looked almost presentable. Not perfect but it will have to do. I grabbed a tiny white t-shirt, black mini-skirt and my low heels and moved back into the great room.

The banter and laughter continued in the master bedroom as I moved into the kitchen. The glow and ache I felt in my abdomen persisted as I moved around pulling fresh glasses from the cupboard and opening a bottle of light Sauvignon Blanc. Adding sparkling spring water and lemon for three to the tray, I moved across the room to the door of the master bedroom.

“Permission to enter?” I called into the room.

“Come in, Stacie.” my Queen responded from the bed where she lay against the pillows at the top.

My Queen was stunning. She wore a light green, sheer robe with a short negligee underneath, her eyes twinkled in apparent comfort and pleasure and she smiled at me as I entered her boudoir. Candles flickered from almost every surface in the room adding an ambience of warmth.

I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Marcus, wearing a small pair of black shorts, stood over by the window looking out over the deck and hot tub. He was an impressive man, broad and tightly muscled. “We’ll have to use that tomorrow” he offered, nodding towards the snow-covered tub. “May need some preparation, Stacie, but I do love a hot tub in the snow!” he smiled.

“Yes, Sir.” I offered as I served glasses of wine and water to them.

“I am sure that Adam is also parched, Stacie. Perhaps you should take his beverages into him.” my Queen commented with a smile that acknowledged that Adam was my first male lover.

My eyes met hers, but I was not comfortable enough to return her smile. Funny that with all that had transpired, I was still not at ease in my own skin.

As I carried the tray in, Adam looked over at me and smiled through the glass. I watched him under the jets of water as he rinsed, and my discomfort disappeared, just a little.

Turning off the water, he asked me to bring his towel as he opened the door. Holding it out, he smiled and raised his hands out to the side. My service was not complete. I began to dry him, starting at his neck and moving across his strong chest. I rubbed his nipples with the towel playfully and got his recoil before moving to his sides and around his back. I moved around him, not expecting him to move while I took care of him.

Kneeling behind him, I dried his tight ass and down his muscular legs. He lifted each foot to allow me access and then to my surprise turned before I could stand. His beautiful cock was face height and I stared at it for just a moment before raising the towel to dry it off. As I went down the front of his legs he leaned forward just slightly, allowing the tip of his slightly stiffened cock to graze my face which stopped me from moving. I looked up at him, uncertain, excited, and really not knowing how I should respond. He took hold of his member and gently passed the tip over my lips as is hardened. I opened my mouth to accept it as the velvety head moved between my lips.

“I believe you brought me wine, Stacie?” he asked as he stepped back. “And I believe your wife wanted some of this time.” he smiled.

I stood up, my own cock standing out, tenting my skirt. He was teasing me, and it worked. I smiled at him as I offered wine. He turned his back to me, allowing me to dry his hair while he sipped his wine.

“Thank you, Stacie. Perhaps I should attend to the needs of the Queen now.” and he lifted his eyebrows, leaned in and kissed me softly before turning and walking through the door into the master bedroom.

Turning off the lights, I followed him to the bedroom. Marcus looked back over his shoulder at us as we entered. His shorts were on the floor and he stood beside the bed, his hips pumping as his cock slid deeply in and out of my wife’s mouth. She lay on her back, her head over the edge of the bed. Her robe removed; the tiny negligee hid nothing but accentuated everything. Her beauty and sexuality oozed off her body. She was stunning, sexy and I was so proud.

“We decided not to wait, Adam. Feel free to join us. Kalie is expecting you.” he commented, as if they were having dinner.

Sliding yalova escort the large cock out of her mouth with a pop, my Queen turned her head to us. “Please do, Adam. Stacie, please take a seat. I would like these fine young men to take care of me. I am quite tired and while they tend to me, you will be here in case we need anything, and if not, just to watch.” The twinkle in her eye showed her pleasure in my position, and the pleasure she looked forward to.

Turning to look up at Marcus, his cock in her hand, my Queen reached out and grasped Adam’s cock. “Gentlemen, although your penises are quite wonderful and in fact, I am still in wonder at how they have filled me, tonight you will pleasure me with your tongues. My ass and my pussy have been beautifully stretched and now need pampering. Should you need to come again, we have our resident slut sitting over there, or you may wait until morning.”

Marcus arranged the pillows to ensure my wife was comfortable, as I settled into the chair indicated. Adam moved around the other side of the bed, and knelt on the edge of it, leaning forward to meet her lips softly, then sliding his tongue across them gently. I watched intently as she turned her head to greet his advance. Her hand reached around Adam’s head and pulled him in for more. Marcus slipped her robe to the side, exposing her nipple and took it into his mouth. My wife’s other hand stroked the back of his shaven head.

Breaking from their kiss, Adam kissed her ear, biting the lobe gently, then kissed down the side of her neck. My Queen’s eyes opened slightly, and she looked at me as I intently watched the two men softly seduce her. As Adam reached her other nipple, her eyes closed again. Each man knelt on the bed, their cocks hard and proud, yet their focus was on my wife, so small in comparison, so pink against their black skin, and so central to their focus.

The men helped my wife sit up, and grasping the bottom of her negligee on each side, lifted it over her head in a single motion, one that looked practised. Laying back against the pillows, my Queen looked every part the royalty I perceived, and she petted the back of both of her lovers’ heads as they resumed their oral attention to her.

Adam took one, then her other nipple into his mouth, as his hand slowly descended over her flat stomach, reaching the top of her shaven, glistening pussy. Marcus had moved down between her legs, pressing them open, encouraging her knees to part wider and higher, making room for his large shoulders to nestle under them. As Adam’s fingers danced lightly over her clitoris, Marcus slid his tongue from the bottom to the top of her pussy, tasting her nectar from her lips, but not yet penetrating.

I leaned forward in my seat, moving closer, as Adam spread her pussy lips, exposing her soft pink pussy to Marcus’s tongue which extended straight out of his mouth like a pink cock, before he slowly slid it in. As my wife’s hips began to move against Marcus’s face, she covered his lips in her juices. Adam moved up to her face, and kissed her with passion as her body moved in a synchronized dance with Marcus. Adam’s fingers gently massaged her clit which stood out from its sheath like a cock and rolled it between his fingers. Marcus kept tongue fucking her, and slid his hand under her raised buttocks, sliding a finger into her ass.

There men worked her body with a fluid unison, wordless, yet each complementing the other in their focus on my Queen. How I wished I could play her body like this, like an instrument that they played together. Slowly, gradually, I watched the musicians bring the instrument further and further, reaching a level where I thought the crescendo was imminent, then backing off enough to maintain the rhythm and beginning the pace anew.

My Queen was in heaven. Her moans raised and lowered with the changes in the actions of her lovers. Repeatedly she reached the edge, then retracted, almost in disappointment, until the momentum built up again.

My cock was hard, really hard. I wanted to join in, but my place was on the chair, sitting in my black skirt while these men pleasured my wife in ways that I could not imagine. I stroked my cock, hoping for a tiny piece of the action, but at this moment, no one seemed to know I was there.

As the next crescendo approached, Marcus slid another finger into her ass and pushed his tongue deeper still, ramming it in and out like a cock, while Adam flattened his fingers in a group and massaged her clitoris in a circular motion. These men knew my Queen’s needs, her desires, her body. As their motions intensified, my wife began to raise and lower her hips, her knees still Marcus’s broad shoulders, her ass coming up off the bed, supported by the fingers there, reaching up to push her clitoris into Adam’s fingers. Her moans were muffled by the passionate kiss she shared with Adam, their tongues intertwined. This kiss broke as my wife screamed into a massive, all edirne escort consuming orgasm.

Marcus’ fingers pressed deeply into her ass, his tongue deeply embedded while Adam jerked her clitoris like a tiny cock, and she came. My wife, my Queen, exploded, all over Marcus’s face. It looked like she was peeing, his face covered in her juices, her knees holding his head tightly, the pitch in her voice loud and coming in waves.

“STOP! OH FUCK STOP!! ENOUGH!!” my wife yelled, and the two musicians rested. They did not move away but kept a light touch as Kalie’s body slowly pulsed to stillness.

When all had regained their breath, my wife looked over to me. Although I hoped to be asked to join, I recognized my place in my Queen’s moment. This was about her, not me.

“Please put the candles out, Stacie,” she whispered, “and we will see you in the morning.”

Part 12

I awoke in the morning, a wide variety of movie clips playing in my head. The dreams I experienced all night were vivid and sexual. I lay in bed, the previous day playing over in my mind. It was almost unimaginable what happened, and the replay caused me to blush.

At that moment I thought of my wife, my Queen. A mere 50 feet away, she was in bed with two stunning men. Two stunning black men, one of whom who had taken my anal virginity. Both of whose cocks I had sucked. Both of whom who had taken my wife, twice together.

My wife, my Queen. Initially shocked at the idea that I would invite a man to massage her and seduce her. Now more than willing to enjoy the pleasures of the two. Pleasures that she controlled, she directed.

I needed to relieve myself and walked into the bathroom to start my day. I stopped in front of the sink and looked into the mirror. My eyes did not at first register what they saw. I looked like hell. Nothing more, nothing less. I think the expression is ridden hard and hung up wet. I felt and looked the part, no question, and my cock was hard at the thought.

The shower felt wonderful. I allowed the hot water to fully relax my muscles. Washing away the previous evening, I took care to ensure I was smooth. After lazing under the water, a little longer, it was time to begin my preparations for the day.

Putting on a tiny pair of shorts and a crop top, I slipped into the kitchen to get the coffee started. There was no sound coming from the master bedroom, so I assumed the three were still recovering from their evening. As the coffee brewed, I started the fire and ensured the space was tidy and presentable for my service.

As the kindling caught, I watched the flames, the dance mesmerizing. My stare into the glow allowed the images, first of the previous days, then of my dreams, come back and permeate my thoughts. There is something about building a fire, slowly, with form, that allows your mind to wander into different regions of your brain without direction or intent. There is something about hiring a handsome masseuse, then his friend, to entertain your wife that brings the wandering mind back to focus. Then, there is something about having a wife who is your dominant, your queen, experiencing the pleasure of two beautiful men, to focus your thoughts even further.

I am truly blessed. The fantasy I enjoy is the fantasy I sometimes live. This past few days expanded that beyond my wildest expectations. Not only is the pleasure there for me, but more importantly, it is there for my Queen. To even think, for a moment, that I am abused or mistreated, is to miss the point. To, even for a moment, entertain the idea that I am used, misses my reality. I adore my Queen. I want her to be happy. I want her to be pleasured. I want her to be fulfilled. If she can be happily pleasured while being fulfilled, or repeatedly filled, who am I to complain? My fantasy of service, now of being cuckolded, pleasures me and more importantly, it pleasures her.

My mind was jolted back to the present moment by “Find Me Somebody to Love” ringing from the bedroom. Shit! I forgot my phone. The ringtone had stopped by the time I grabbed it off my nightstand. There were five text messages. The last summed it up.

“Are you ignoring me?” came at the end of a long list of instructions I had missed. The next one put me in my place.

“I expect three cups of coffee brought in within the next ten minutes or else. I am giving you the 10 minutes because I expect you to be properly attired. Further, due to your lack of response, your Trainer will be in place as planned but… Crotchless panties. Your comfortable service shoes will be replaced with your black, leather, four-inch stilettos. Your collar will match. Bring the key, the large plug, the lube. I am not impressed. AIW”

Shit. The salutation of As I Wish without any pleasantries meant no argument, no discussion.

Dressing took me eight minutes. Eyeliner, mascara, no other make-up. I ran my fishnets getting them on so fast. Thigh-highs. No time for my garter. erzurum escort Shoes were tough as they take time to do up. The Trainer was tough. My cock was hard, but I managed to get it on. Coffee on a tray. Quick step to the master door. Twelve minutes. Knock, knock.

“Come” came the voice of my Love behind the door.

Walking in, my eyes met my Queen’s eyes. She was both annoyed and quite happy. Annoyed at my poor delivery, and happy to have me see her between her two lovely bedmates on either side of her. She looked so small, yet so powerful. She had a sheer negligee on; both Marcus and Adam were bare chested, probably naked, arms crossed over their chests.

“So, you ignored us, Stacie. I do not appreciate being made to wait when I make a request.” my Queen scolded, the annoyance both real and applied.

“No, my Queen, Sirs.” I added looking at all three “I was building a fire and forgot my phone,” I hurriedly explained while I passed each of them coffee. “I do apologize.”

“Enough excuses, Stacie. The key.” my Queen instructed.

I offered my Queen the key from the which she took.

“The Trainer?” she raised her eyebrows.

I placed the tray on the floor and stood for inspection. Adam flipped his legs over the side of the bed, and indeed he was naked. He stood up and reached out to lift my skirt. He showed the other two my cage, and grasped it, pulling me forward.

“The plug.” came her next instruction. I reached down, lifted the tray, and held it out to her with the plug and lube on it.

Adam took the plug, drizzled the lube over it and turned me around.

“Bend and spread.” came the next directive, and I followed the instruction, holding the tray in front of me.

I felt the plug touch my anus. I steadied myself for the pain. I felt my ring stretch as he pushed and twisted. Bent my knees slightly to ease the access and kept expecting the shot of pain that never came. I was still stretched from the previous night. I felt my ass stretch, slowly at first as Adam was gentle. I bent further and pushed back.

“Slut is still pretty loose I think.” he commented as he pushed the plug all the way in. This plug was QUITE large enough. I felt a major jolt letting me know my ass still needed some significant stretching. The pain was quite intense, and I vocalized my thoughts! As it reached the widest point I was sure I was going to be torn, when I suddenly I felt my ass relax over the largest part and close, only the base sticking out.

“I think Stacie might need a larger plug, my Queen,” Adam commented “the little slut’s ass is quite willing!”

All three laughed at this comment; my embarrassment kept me from seeing the humour. I leaned against the nearest furnishing, panting, attempting to catch my breath.

I turned back to face the three.

“Stacie. I think we will come out for breakfast. Eggs Benedict would be lovely. I trust the fire is well prepared. We will be enjoying your services today while we relax. This will include a hot tub on the deck, so you have some shovelling to do. Please set up the massage table as well. It will complete the Nordic spa day I am envisioning. This room will need attention, and certainly the sheets will need to be washed after last night!” my Queen smiled at her roommates. “Please check back on us in 10 minutes to ensure our coffee is kept up. Thank you.” And I was dismissed.

I started to leave the room when I heard my Queen comment “Hmmm. Quite lovely!” I turned to thank her when I realized she was not referring to me, but to the growing black cock she had in her hands. She had moved to the side of the bed and was guiding it towards her mouth. As she opened her lips and accepted the head of Adam’s cock, now standing straight out, she glanced up at me.

“I believe you were dismissed, Stacie. Please run along.” she smiled, not looking at me. As I began to turn, she resumed her attention to Adam’s cock, and Marcus, behind her, rolled over to pay attention to her ass and pussy, which faced him. I backed slowly out of the room, partially closing the door, and began my preparations to make things perfect for breakfast. I had everything out on the counter but could hear the playful sounds emanating from the room. I set the table, and the playful sounds became louder, more pronounced. With each movement I was reminded of the large plug in my ass. This reminder, along with the noises coming from beyond the door, reminded me of my position and added to my pleasure of submission and service to my Queen.

My timer went off to signal me that 10 minutes was up, and I hurried with the coffee, knowing that they had not touched their cups since I left. As I pushed the door open, I stood in awe as I watched Marcus let out a loud moan, drowning out the loud moan of my wife as she orgasmed. Adam stood in front of her, her face was covered in his cum. Marcus, kneeling behind, held her tightly around her hips as he pumped his seed into her pussy, his stomach tensing over and over as his orgasm filled her while he shook in pleasure.

I stood in the doorway as the actions slowed and came to a halt. Marcus slid out of her, his cock covered in their juices. Adam stood to the side and gently rubbed her head. After catching her breath, my Queen lifted her head, turned, and looked at me, smiling.

The girls had been out into town for a few drinks and had come back to Charlie’s house, opening a bottle of wine on their return and chatting till the early hours. They knew each other through a friend and had been on many nights out together over the past 8 years. They were both in their 20’s with curvaceous bodies. Charlotte, Charlie to her friends, was tall and blonde, whilst Jane was small and had an exotic look about her. But however different their appearances were they had similar minds when it came to sex.

They were watching a raunchy lesbian scene on the tv and the conversation turned towards their sex lives, a topic they often discussed. They both loved knowing all the details about each other!

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Jane asked Charlie.

“I’ve kissed an old friend and played with her tits. To be honest I was fascinated by her nipples!” Charlie giggled.

“Did it turn you on?!” Jane was dying to know!

“Yes!! I was really turned on, my pussy was VERY wet, but we didn’t take it any further… It was sort of strange but nice. She had soft skin and she smelt good,” Charlie smiled to herself remembering that night.

Jane moved a bit closer to Charlie on the sofa, “Would you kiss me?” she asked with a hint of longing in her voice.

“Do you want me to?” Charlie said as she looked at her, a naughty grin on her face.

Jane licked her lips and then nodded. She tried to relax as Charlie moved closer to her, their lips touched and Jane closed her eyes pushing her tongue into Charlie’s mouth. Jane was shocked how good Charlie’s mouth felt on hers, it was a much softer and delicate kiss than she had ever shared with a man but it was turning her on just as much.

Charlie moved her hands to Jane’s chest and pulled her top down to reveal her black bra. Jane’s tits were huge and Charlie fondled them in her hands, Jane found herself enjoying Charlie’s touch and was eager to see where things were going to lead. She had always been curious about women and the way Charlie’s kisses felt she knew she wanted more.

Charlie pulled away from Jane and stood up to take her dress off, she pulled it over her head and stood there in nothing but a pair of tiny pink knickers. Jane couldn’t take her eyes of Charlie’s breasts, they were smaller than her own but still large and they were pert, her nipples were dark and erect. Charlie pulled Jane to her feet and undressed her down to her black bra and knickers, she ran her hands over Jane’s shoulders and down her back to the fastening of her bra which she unclipped and slipped the straps over Jane’s arms.

Jane put her hands on Charlie’s tits and cupped them in her hands, she’d never felt another woman’s breasts before and she was surprised at the urge she had to tease her nipples. Charlie sat back down on the sofa leaning forward and pulled Jane on to her knees before her, Jane took a nipple in her mouth and sucked it gently at first then sucking harder as she grew used to the feel of it on her lips. She heard Charlie moan as she teased her with her teeth and it made her want more, her pussy was getting wet now and she wondered if Charlie’s was, she had to find out.

She pushed Charlie back on the sofa and moved her head towards Charlie’s crotch, she gripped the elastic at each side of her pink knickers and pulled them down over her legs. Charlie opened her legs wide now, her heart was beating in her ears, she was about to have her cunt teased by another woman!

Jane looked at Charlie’s bald pussy and spread her lips with her fingers, she felt the wetness on her hands and saw it glistening on Charlie’s inner lips and her clit, she ran a finger inside and felt the soft warm texture that she was used to from playing with her own pussy. She licked it and tasted the sweet salty juices, she looked up at Charlie’s face and saw that her eyes were fixed what she was doing. Charlie’s fingers were teasing her own nipples. Jane pushed her tongue back inside and started to tease Charlie’s swelling clit the way she liked hers to be teased, maybe there were advantages to pleasing a woman!

Her cunt tasted so good and Charlie was moaning a lot, Jane was finding pleasing Charlie very satisfying, her tongue working on the ripe clit in front of her and her own cunt getting wetter while she was doing it. Charlie was breathing hard now and couldn’t believe how good Jane’s mouth was on her pussy, she really knew what she was doing, she tickled it with her tongue and then every so often moved it gaziantep escort up and down her lips then back to it, building her up towards orgasm each time. Charlie threw her head back and rocked her hips as she felt the tension build inside her, Jane was hitting all the right spots with her tongue, it was so hot having a woman do that for her, she couldn’t hold back much longer, she put her hands in Jane’s hair. Charlie screamed as her body shivered with delight, Jane kept her tongue moving inside her, making the most of it until Charlie couldn’t take it any more.

Jane pulled her face away from Charlie’s dripping wet pussy and sat back in shock at what she’d just done, she couldn’t believe she had just given her friend an orgasm!

Charlie sat forward, “Its your turn now!”

She pushed Jane on to the floor and kissed her mouth tasting her own sweet pussy, she moved her kisses down over Jane’s neck to those huge titty’s that were waiting for her, she caressed them in her hands and ran her tongue around each nipple. Jane was biting her lip now and her hands were pushing her dark hair back from her flushed face, Charlie’s mouth on her was making her feel so hot, she’d never expected it to be this good with a woman. Charlie made her way down to the black knickers, she ran her fingers over the gusset and felt it was hot and wet, Jane raised her hips up to make it easier for the knickers to come off as Charlie removed them.

Jane had a tiny strip of black pubic hair either side of her lips which Charlie slid a finger down and then pushed it into the warm wetness, she eased the lips apart and came face to face with a Jane’s pink swollen clit. Charlie flicked her tongue against it and heard Jane moan, she licked all around her pussy lapping up the juices before gently clamping her clit between her teeth. Jane was screaming now and gasping for breath. Charlie slid 2 fingers inside the dripping wet hole and felt her fingers surrounded by pussy, she fucked Jane with them while flicking her tongue against her clit.

Jane had never had oral so good, Charlie knew exactly what to do and with so little effort, Jane had her eyes closed and was enjoying feeling the sensation of Charlie’s mouth and fingers, she felt the waves of pleasure begin to come over her. Charlie felt Jane’s pussy tensing and knew she would cum soon, she buried her face in Jane’s pussy and teased her clit with her tongue and teeth until she heard Jane gasp and felt her body trembling. As she gently finished with her tongue Charlie heard the front door open behind them.

Jane was oblivious in her moment of ecstasy, Charlie turned to look and her eyes met his, she grinned.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Jane and Charlotte, both girls he desired, were naked on the floor Charlotte had her face and fingers in Jane’s cunt and by the looks of it she’d just given Jane a damn good orgasm. He felt his cock stirring in his jeans as his eyes moved over the girls noticing Charlie’s arse facing towards him.

“Shit!” Charlie said. “Thank god its only you, will you lock the door please? And what the hell are you doing coming in here in the middle of the night?!!”

Mike was gorgeous, tall and fair, a friend of Charlie’s for a few years now and she couldn’t believe her luck at him turning up tonight! There was a sexual chemistry between them and she had been hoping for a long time that she would one day get her hands on him. This was the perfect opportunity.

“You left your jacket and I was walking past when I saw the lights on. You said you were going home for a few more drinks so I thought I’d join you,” he said moving towards them feeling his cock growing stiffer every second.

“You could join in with this if you’d prefer?” Charlie purred.

Jane had now come to her senses and was staring at the bulge in Mike’s pants, Charlie’s eyes were also fixed on the bulge.

“I guess we’re cock lovers after all. What do you think, Jane?!”

“Yes big hard cock lovers,” Jane giggled.

Mike couldn’t believe his ears, he was in heaven!!! He walked to the living room and the girls stood up, immediately starting to undress him. Jane took his t-shirt off and his hands wandered over her body straight to those huge breasts he’d been longing to touch, Charlie was on her knees removing all clothing from his lower body, her hands going straight to his huge shaft. She gripped it with her hand and moved up it slowly, she pushed her konya escort hand down to the base and then took him deep into her mouth.

Mike groaned as he felt Charlie’s hot mouth on his length, she knew how to tease him, her tongue lingering at the head before sliding down him. His mouth was now working on Jane’s tits, his tongue and teeth teasing her gorgeous nipples while his hands caressed her, those large breasts spilling out of his hands as he tried to cup them. Jane was biting her lip, he knew how to make her wet just with his tongue on her tits!

“Lie down on the floor next to each other,” Mike panted.

He needed a break before he got too excited! The girls lay with their legs open in front of him and he got to work on their pussies, dipping down between their legs, his tongue in one while his fingers were fucking the other, the girls were loving every minute and were teasing each others clits to add to the pleasure Mike was giving them.

Both the girls cunts tasted good and Mike’s cock was twitching as he made them both very juicy and wet, the girls hands were all over each other now roaming from their breasts, to their pussies and then to each others mouths to taste each others pussy juice. Charlie pushed Mike away from her using her foot on his shoulder and moved towards Jane, she whispered something in Jane’s ear.

“We think you should get rid of all that pent up excitement and then you can last longer on round 2,” she said.

“Really?” Mike said in a playful manner, “Your gonna have to give me something to watch to make me cum!”

The girls moved into a 69 position and started to lick each others dripping wet pussies while Mike sat and watched. He started wanking himself, his hand gripping his thick shaft. There was going to be a round 2?!!!!

It wasn’t going to take him long to cum watching this, the girls were moaning and gasping, each ones face covered in the others juice, Jane started to scream and her head moved away from Charlie’s cunt. Her eyes closed and her hands gripping onto her tits as her body shook with pleasure. With Charlie’s ass in the air in front of him Mike moved forward and wanked against her arse hole just in time for him to shoot his load all over her. He groaned as the hot whilte milky cum spurted against her arse cheeks and dripped down her crack.

“Shower time I think!!” Jane shouted and all 3 of them made their way upstairs.

The bathroom was hot and steamy and the girls stood together in the shower as Mike soaped their gorgeous curves, their heavy breasts slipping out of his hands. They both bent over legs spread for him to wash them and he made sure he did a thorough job while feeling their swollen pussies with his fingers and teasing their asses.

They left him in the shower to wash himself and went to the bedroom, Charlie got her vibrators out, a pink one for Jane and her favourite purple one for herself! She straddled Jane’s face so that Jane could get to work on her pussy while she pleasured Jane with a long pink vibrator.

Mike stood watching them from the door way, his dick stood to attention, Charlie gave him a slutty look as she half closed her eyes and moaned, Jane face buried in her pussy. He got on to the bed and moved towards them, he removed the pink shaft from Jane’s cunt and replaced it with his own very stiff cock, his hands moved to Charlie’s pert breasts and his mouth to hers. This was heaven!

Charlie was struggling to stay in control of her orgasm as Mike’s mouth moved down her neck and she felt his tongue on her nipple. Jane was driving her crazy flicking her tongue and biting her clit. Jane was amazed at the size of Mike’s cock, it was huge and it felt so good in her, filling her pussy as he fucked her, she was licking Charlie’s cunt and from the moans she was going to be tasting a lot more pussy juice very soon! Mike was glad he’d cum downstairs already, he wouldn’t have lasted long taking part in this and they’d only just got started!

Charlie’s screams became uncontrollable as she came, she gripped hold of Mike’s shoulders for support as the hot feeling of orgasm shot through her, god that girl could lick pussy! She climbed off Jane and took a moment to relax, watching as Mike lent forward to Jane’s mouth and tasted Charlie’s cunt on her tongue, she felt like she was watching a real live porn movie! It was so surreal how the night had turned out she had to pinch herself.

Mike was fucking Jane hard kayseri escort now, pounding her, his balls slapping against her ass as she screamed with delight! Charlie got her vibrator and put it up her own cunt, she moved over to Jane’s tits with her arse in the air and her legs open so Mike could see the buzzing toy inside her. Charlie started to gently bit Jane’s nipples and run her fingers round the outline of her tits, Jane was screaming uncontrollably now and her hands moved to Charlie’s hair. Charlie got the pink toy Jane had used earlier and put it against Jane’s clit so she could feel the buzzing on her as Mike’s cock rammed her pussy. Jane came almost instantly, her legs tensing around Mike’s body as her pussy tightened around him.

Mike pulled out of Jane, letting her rest after her second orgasm of the night. He moved his hand to Charlie’s white ass, the only part of her that wasn’t tanned and rubbed his finger around her ass hole using her wetness as a lubricant, she raised her ass higher to make it easier for him to play with. His cock was throbbing now, he pushed his finger up Charlie’s anus and fucked it.

She moaned, “Ooooh yeah. Your finger feels so good in my ass,” said said in a slutty voice.

He’s always known she was a dirty bitch but never did he expect to find her giving her friend an orgasm and then inviting him for a threesome!

Mike wanted Charlie’s ass so much. He watched Charlie slid her tongue down Jane’s body to her pussy. Not taking her eyes of Jane’s face, Charlie pushed the other pink vibrator up Jane’s awaiting pussy and then set to work on her clit with her tongue. Mike stood on the floor behind Charlie and slid the purple toy out of her cunt, he thrust his cock up her, she was incredibly wet and her she felt tight against him, she gasped as he started to fuck her and his finger entering her ass again.

Mike slipped 2 fingers in Charlie’s tight arse hole and started stretching it that little bit more, getting it ready for his shaft. Charlie was so turned on and taking out all her pleasure on Jane’s cunt, fucking her hard with the vibrator and circling her tongue around her clit driving Jane wild. Mike’s cock felt amazing inside her, he was so big and she loved it, she was struggling to concentrate on Jane’s pussy, keeping her mind on her own pussy and trying not to cum.

Jane moved away from Charlie towards Mike with the vibrator still inside her buzzing and caressing her pussy. As Mike withdrew himself from Charlie’s cunt Jane pushed Charlie’s purple vibrator up Charlie’s cunt and started to fuck her with it. Mike slowly pushed his solid shaft into Charlie’s tight pink ass hole and groaned, she felt amazing!

“Oooohhh!” Charlie threw her head back.

She had never felt pleasure like it, her first night with a girl had turned into her first night of double penetration aswell! Jane was moaning, the vibrator in her and watching Charlie and Mike was driving her wild. Jane was fucking Charlie’s pussy with her vibrator and she had her thumb rubbing her clit.

“Oh god!” screamed Charlie. Mike’s cock felt so big in her ass, she definately felt like a porn star now!

“Fuck me hard… both of you,” she panted as the two of them worked hard at her.

She was breathing hard now, she couldn’t hold back any longer she felt the muscles in her ass and cunt start to tighten as Jane rubbed her clit faster. Charlie’s hands reached out and her fingers grabbed the sheet on the bed, she let out a loud scream and her legs trembled.

“Don’t pull out either of you!” Charlie cried.

Charlie wanted to carry on through her orgasm, she didn’t want to stop now she was loving it, the slut in her coming out. Mike was finding it hard to stay in control knew he couldn’t last much longer.

“I’m gonna cum you dirty bitch” he said.

Charlie put her sluttiest voice on for him, “I want you to fill my ass with cum!”

He started to groan, he had never met anyone like her. She wasn’t afraid to say what she wanted and she was going to get it, he felt the pressure in his balls reach boiling point as her ass tensed around his length, she was squeezing her muscles on purpose to bring him closer to his climax! He gripped her arse cheeks as he thrust into her hard, squirting his cum inside of her, he thrust for as long as he could manage, his cum still spurting inside her, it had to be a record amount especially for his second time of the night! Eventually his knees gave way and he lay on the bed. Charlie felt his hot sticky cum dripping down her legs.

The three of them were hot and sticky with each others juices and their bodies entwined on the bed. Jane headed for the bathroom first for a well deserved shower.

Charlie turned to Mike and grinned, “I’d say it was well worth you calling by with my jacket, wouldn’t you?”

My wife Donna and I have a pretty good sex life. One of the things we enjoy occasionally doing involves erotic literature.

Sometimes I’ll want the evening to be for me. I’ll start reading a story out loud, and she’ll start “working” on me. Over the course of the story or stories I read, she’ll slowly jerk me off, or blow me, or ride me, often in combination. The only rule we have is that until I’m ready to come, she will stop doing whatever she’s doing if I stop reading. Once I tell her I’m done, she will finish me off.

And there are nights when she’ll want it to be all about here, and the situation is reversed. I’ll ultimately get her off; up to that point I’ll go down on her, or use my hands and fingers, or I’ll pull out her favorite vibrator, whatever I feel like that night. And until she’s ready to enjoy her orgasm, I’ll stop doing whatever I’m doing if she stops reading aloud.

Until one night recently, her stories had always featured MF couples and their encounters. But on this night, she chose to read a story about a couple who invite a mutual female friend for a threesome, and it was the wife’s first time having sex with another woman. I could tell by the way she was reading that she was really into this story.

So this time, rather than doing whatever I wanted to stimulate her, as much mersin escort as possible I did to her what the female acquaintance in her story was doing to the wife. I couldn’t straddle her face and have her eat me, obviously; but other than that, I did my best to help her experience each sensation as the wife in the story experienced it. When she came, it was a pretty intense orgasm.

She never read that story again, never asked me what I thought. And I never said anything or asked her why she read it; if she wanted to talk about it, she’d bring it up. She’d shared something very intimate and special with me, and I wasn’t going to risk “breaking the mood”.

So now we fast forward a few months. It was a Tuesday night, and we were out for dinner. Our server Carrie was extremely attractive, had a great sense of humor, and seemed like she enjoyed her job. At one point as she walked away from our table, Donna caught me staring at her butt, and called me on it. She was just giving me a hard time; she knows how much I appreciate (and am turned on by) a great ass.

Donna said “You do know she’s been flirting with you, don’t you?”

My answer was “Yeah, but you do know she’s also been flirting with you, too.”

She blushed a little, and simply said “I kocaeli escort know.”

When dinner was over and Carrie brought our check, there was a note inside the check holder. I opened it and read it, re-folded it, and put it into my pocket. Donna asked what it was, and I told her I’d tell her outside. We paid Carrie for the meal, and we headed for the car.

Once in the car, I handed the note to her. She read it, looked over at me, then read it again. The note read “Hi. If you’re interested, I’d like to get to know you. You seem like you enjoy being with other, and I enjoyed talking to you.” She named a quiet bar, and then said “I get off work Friday at 10pm. If you’d like to meet me for a drink Friday night, I’ll be there between 10:30 and 10:45. Hope to see you then, Carrie.”

Donna stared at me, and asked me if I’d set this up. I met her eyes and told her that I did not, although I suspect she wasn’t convinced. She held the note in her hands and stared out the window the whole trip home, not saying a word.

When we got home and inside, I didn’t turn the lights on. I told her to stand there and close her eyes. I lightly ran my finger down her spine, across her butt, down her arms, up the back of her legs. I walked around the front, put my finger on samsun escort her lips, and quietly said “Don’t speak. Just enjoy.” I lightly caressed everything I could touch; I brushed her crotch and her boobs, but didn’t pay any extra attention to them. I wanted her entire body to be alive and on fire.

I knew by her breathing that she was quite turned on. So without saying a word, I took her hand and still in the dark, walked her back to the bedroom. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and removed it. I helped her out of her shoes, unfastened her pants, and slowly pulled them down and off. I slowly removed her bra, and pulled off her panties.

Repeating my caresses from a few minutes ago when she was clothed, I lightly touched her entire nude body. I could feel the heat and dampness between her legs, and her nipples were at full attention. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that turned on pretty much only from anticipation.

I gently pushed her down on the bed, and climbed on the bed beside her. I started with her lips, and kissed my way down her body to her crotch, stopping just before I reached her bush. I moved down and kissed and licked my way up the inside of each leg, eventually closing my lips on her pussy. As turned on as Donna was, it didn’t take very long for her to have a thunderous climax. I had my arms wrapped under her legs and my fingers locked over her abdomen, effectively holding her against my face while she came in waves.

Once she settled down, I crawled up beside her and held her. After a few minutes, I asked how it was. Her response is exactly what I hoped it was; Donna simply said “She was great”.

Act I: Tipping Point

Scene 1: Blow by Blow

– By Loveforgirlieboy © 2015

Edited by shygirlwhore and copperskink

October 12th Thursday evening.

My eyes open in a flash.

I must have fallen asleep.

I bat my eye lashes; they have always been too long.

I feel cool air on my skin. The AC must have kicked on. Not good. I am nearly naked.

I look like an oversexed Christmas present. My body is wrapped in pink ribbons. A pink bow rests on my lower back an inch or two from my crack. My nipples, crack, balls, and penis are all hidden. My long, wavy, auburn hair flows down my back with small curls. The shorter strains held with black hair clips.

I pivot my neck to spy the office that I am inside of. I didn’t take much time to look around when I entered and undressed.

I look down at the hard surface beneath me. I lie upon a large oak desk with a smooth, glossy, granite top. Aside from a small, red and gold pillow, I am uncomfortable. I look down at the floor to see a large, gold-trimmed, brown and green tapestry lying in front of the desk.

The flooring consists of a dark-stained wood tile.

In front of me is a large, single window and below it rests a long book shelf covered with small antique Chinese statues. I remember taking the liberty of looking out the window while I undressed. Outside was a terrific view of San Francisco, from the hills.

The wall to my right is outlined with two small, stained cedar tables with single glass tops. On each of the cedar tables is a stunning gold and purple Tiffany lamp, adorned with Chinese-styled art. In-between the cedar tables are two small mahogany chairs with black leather cushions.

Hanging from the wall to my left is a large mirror with chrome trim and gold flowers engraved into its glass near its borders. Next to the mirror is a tall, gray, metal filing cabinet. With all of the décor in this room, that one work-unit seems out of place.

By the corner to my far right of the room is the door from which I entered.

Behind me is a large, brown, leather chair.

TO MYSELF: “All of this luxury sits in one room of a three-story house in the hills above ‘The City’? Who is the mistress for which I wait? What kind of woman is she? How does she afford such things?”

TO MYSELF: “Why did she ask me to lay here?”

I hear a click. I turn my head to my right to see her walk in.

My mistress walks in the door and finds me lying where she expected. She smiles. She has a look of desire and appreciation in her eyes.

HER: “Hello, Bitch.”

ME: “Hello, Brandy.”

HER: “Did you wait long?”

She turns to face the door.

I lie.

ME: “No.”

With a life of its own, her long, shiny black hair sways an inch above her round, sculptured ass, while she closes the door. Her pants seem stretched; they hug every curve. She turns back to face me. Spotting her unsightly bulge, I restate my previous claim.

TO MYSELF: “Dear god!”

She walks further into the room on my right side. I hear her footsteps on the wooden tile floor as she leaves the tapestry. She walks beside me carrying a medium-sized black bag.

HER: “Have a hard time finding the place?”

She turns on one lap. Then another.

ME: “Yeah. I keep getting lost.”

I hear her placing some objects behind me. I can’t see what they are.

HER: “It can be daunting, especially at night.”

From behind me, she walks around my left side. She turns on one lamp. Then another.

HER: “Do you like my house?”

ME: “Yes. It looks like something out of a—hhuuuaaaa—nnaaa.”

I feel several sharp points tease the soles of my feet. My breath catches in my throat.

She caresses my calves. Her touch is warm and gentle. Her fingers squeeze my feminine thighs. Her hands slide down between my thighs and then back up on them in circular motions. Every time her hands move up she squeezes my thigh muscles.

She repeats this pattern of movements a few times. Every time she repeats the pattern of movement she gets a little closer to my butt.

HER: “I love your short, girlish frame.”

At the end of what I expected to be another circle, her hands glide up onto my butt cheeks. Her hands squeeze my cheeks and pull them apart.

ME: “Ahhhh—ooooh.”

Her fingers play with the ribbons that bind me. I hear her flicking their curls like a cat testing a new toy before batting it across the floor.

TO MYSELF: “Will she open the present or will she ravage me unwrapped?”

One finger daringly slides down my butt crack. She wiggles her finger back and forth. Her finger slides against the insides of both cheeks.

A severe shiver of white-knuckle pleasure flows through my body. I shake involuntarily. My penis grows slightly and quivers. My anticipation heightens.

She speaks in a monotone voice as if rehearsing lines before an interview.

HER: “Where is the key I gave you?”

I feel her other hand tease the bow that rests above my lower back. I nod my head to my left.

ME: “Over there.”

She pulls her finger mardin escort from my crack. A sigh of disappointment leaves my mouth.

ME: “ahhhnnnaa…hhaaa…with my things.”

HER: “Hmm.”

I tilt my head to see her standing next to my left side. Her left hand is at her side.

I feel a finger slide between my cheeks.

ME: “aaahh”

My anticipation is killing me. I hate being teased.

I feel her finger wiggle back and forth. She flicks the opening of my girlie-hole. The sudden sensation against my most private area causes me to rotate my hips in a vain attempt to escape my embarrassment.

She flicks my girlie-hole again. I flinch.

ME: “emmeefff”

With her finger dancing between my cheeks, she leans down towards my face. I look into her shiny black orbs and see my reflection.

HER: “Are you ready?”

I begin to reply, but she silences me by placing her lips on mine. Her kiss is sweet, warm, and inviting.

She pulls back from me before I have a chance to taste her saliva.

I sighed.

ME: “Yesss, Brandy. I am ready.”

HER: “Didn’t we agree that you would call me ‘Mistress’?”

ME: “Yes. Yes, Mistress—gggaahhhhhhh.”

The finger that was teasing my sweet hole slides inside without warning. Slowly her finger sinks deeper and deeper. I feel her knuckles push down between my cheeks. My penis grows bigger.

HER: “Be a proper bitch, and I will reward you”.

She raises her left hand to show me a large, dark, red paddle. Outlining the paddle’s width are little pink hearts that stand out to form smooth bumps. At the center of the paddle is a gold extrusion of the letters, ‘G-I-R-L’, in all capital letters. The reaction shown in my facial expression is too honest.

HER: “If not, I will punish you—without mercy. That was the agreement in our contract, correct?”

ME: “Yes, Mistress.”

HER: “Good girl, Lindsay.”

ME: “Lindsay?”

HER: “I will no longer refer to you by your real name. I will only refer to you as a ‘little girl’, ‘bitch’ or by your new name, ‘Lindsay’.”

ME: “Why did you choose, ‘Lindsay’, Mistress?”

With her eyes on mine, she pulls her finger from my ass and steps back from me.

ME: “Ahhha”

HER: “It’s a good name for a bitch.”

I blush a little darker and look away from her gaze. From the corner of my eye I see her smile.

She walks farther from me. She stops and stands near the center of the tapestry.

Like a hunter watching every move of her prey, she watches my reaction as she unbuttons her sweater. She breathes slowly, her eyes on me; in a trance, she holds me in suspense.

With her dark eyes on mine she takes off her white blouse to reveal that she has no bra on. Her breasts glisten as if she had a hard day at the office.

Without bending her upper body or leaning against anything, she raises her left her leg. She removes her left shoe. Effortlessly she does the same with the other. She tosses them aside. Her sense of balance is fantastic.

She unbuttons her dress pants. Her long, brown legs effortlessly flow from her off-white slacks. Her man-cock stretches the delicate lace, bikini-cut panties.

Without making a sound, she removes her panties. Without leaning or stooping, one leg raises into the air. and then the other.

I blush darker and turn my head when her long, black snake swings free.

I turn my head back towards her to find her gracefully walking toward me. Her cock points at my face.

She stops with her manhood a few inches from my mouth. With a final step in my direction, she closes the distance.

Her dark shaft points at my mouth.

I can smell a light perfume from her body.

HER: “Look down at it. Memorize its shape.”

I look down. Her swollen head is purple. Angry black veins run the length of her man-cock. They add to its width.

HER: “Looks hungry, doesn’t it?”

I blush.

HER: “Over the course of this weekend, you are going to become acquainted with its features.”

Her man-cock pulse and lifts upward, tapping the bottom of my nose. A drip of precum flows forward and glistens.

HER: “Kiss it.”

Slowly, I push my lips against its head. I plant my lips on the urethra. A faint taste enters my mouth.

HER: “Lick it.”

Timidly, I extrude my tongue. I brush my tongue against the bottom of the head and follow a straight path up to it’s urethra I taste her precum. I shiver in excitement.

HER: “Are you a horny bitch?”

I turn from her as my face reddens.

She grabs my chin and gently turns my face back towards her manly penis. Her penis is against my lips.

HER: “Are you?”

ME: “Yes.”

HER: “What are you?”

With every word my lips brush the tip of her man-cock

ME: “I am a horny bitch.”

HER: “Good girl. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours and say ‘please’.”

ME: “Pleaz—gguggom.”

Still holding onto my chin, she quickly inserts her giant cock into my mouth. With my hands and feet tied in ribbons, I can only van escort submit.

The head of her cock slides against my tongue. I taste the skin of her cock. I twist my tongue around its width. Not an easy task. Its large diameter is much greater than my small tongue.

She removes some of her length. She pushes it back in.

HER: “Mmm.”

I feel her hands on my back and my shoulders. She massages my shoulders; her touch relaxes me.

I continue to lick her love tool. My lips glide over its surface as she rapes my mouth.

I feel the head of her cock enter my throat. I gag and cough.

HER: “Don’t worry, little girl; you’ll get used to it. But for now, let’s make this easier.”

Leaning over me, using her hands to push and pull my body, she rolls me onto my back. I hold my head up and look up at her towering beauty. She looks down at me and smiles.

HER: “Lindsay, let your head rest on the edge.”

She places something soft under my head.

She places one hand on my chest. She guides her cock toward my mouth. I open my mouth. She enters. My penis jolts as the width of her cock sides between my lips.

Her cock enters my throat. I swallow her girth. Her nails gently rake my flesh. She seems pleased with my throat. I continue to swallow her man-cock.

I lick the base of her cock as she pushes the rest of it into my mouth.

Her balls come to rest against my nose. I breathe in the scent of her dark sack. Her smell is exhilarating. I lick her balls.

HER: “hhe…ahh”

Gently she pulls out so that only her head remains between my lips. I lick and suck her head. I taste more of her fluids entering my mouth.

She pushes it back inside. Keeping a slow pace, she fucks my mouth and throat. Her fingers pinch my nipples. With her other hand, she caresses my face. She massages my shoulders and fucks my mouth.

She picks up pace. She isn’t pulling out very far anymore. I do my best to lick her shaft as it enters and exits my throat. Her hips shake. I taste a lot of precum. Her cock hardens and grows very hot.

Her hips shake, again. She places both hands onto the sides of my head.

HER: “GOD! Lindsay! Swallow!”

Hot fluid shoots down my throat. Her balls bang against my nose and cheeks.

HER: “AAAHHHHHH!”

More hot fluid races into my throat.

HER: “AAAHHHHHHAHHAHHAHHH!”

Another shot of hot liquids.

For a short time, she leans against the desk and my body. She breathes heavily. Her hands rest on my stomach.

Slowly, her cock goes limp in my mouth. After taking a few more short breaths, she stands erect and regains her composure.

HER: “Clean it and milk it.”

I use my tongue to clean her shaft. She moves her back and forth cock in my mouth. I squeeze her shaft with my lips. I taste her semen flowing into my mouth.

As she pulls her rod from my lips, I swallow.

I lick her rod a few times. She smacks my face with her cock.

HER: “What does a proper bitch say after she has been fed?”

Impatiently waiting for an answer, she continues to smack my face with her dick.

ME: “Thank you…for your cum…Mistress.”

It’s hard to speak when you are being dick-slapped.

HER: “You are welcome. Lindsay is a good bitch.”

She continues slapping my face with her dick.

HER: “What did I say?”

ME: “I am a good bitch, Mistress.”

She chuckles and walks away.

HER: “Yes. You are.”

Walking around me she grabs my wrists.

She pulls me into a sitting position.

She pulls me off of the desk.

HER: “Stand.”

ME: “Yes, Mistress.”

She walks around her desk. I hear a drawer opening.

She returns with a pair of scissors. She snips here and there. I spent a lot of time trying to properly tie my body and look great for her. She undoes all of my work in a few seconds.

She leads me around her desk and faces me toward the desk. She drops the scissors into an open drawer next to me. She reties each hand at either side of my body, allowing for some slack between them.

HER: “Stay. Do not turn around.”

ME: “Yes, Mistress.”

I can hear her rummaging through a plastic bag. But I can’t see what she is doing.

TO MYSELF: “Why shouldn’t I turn around? What shouldn’t I see?”

My curiosity almost gets the best of me, but she walks back around, facing me.

TO MYSELF: “My eyes are the same height as her nipples.”

I look up to her face to see her smiling down at me. She cups my face with her hands. She bends down. I close my eyes.

I feel her lips on mine. He kiss is warm and wet. She slides her hands down my shoulders. Her hands continue down my rib cage. Her tongue enters my mouth. I feel her hands on my hips. She moves her hands around to my ass. Her tongue dominates my tongue with swirling movements and brushing strokes. She squeezes my butt cheeks. One of her fingers slides down my crack.

She removes her lips from mine. I open my eyes. She looks into my eyes. I feel like a puppy dog in her arms. Her finger slides ankara escort up and then back down, pushing inward just an inch. I feel her finger come dangerously close to my…

ME: “nnneeeeeeaaaaah”

I lost my train of thought.

HER: “Sit down. Slowly.”

That same finger slides back up.

With both of her hands back on my hips, she guides me back onto her chair. Suddenly, I feel something wet and soft but hard poke my left ass cheek.

I had no idea that a large dildo was waiting for my boy-pussy. I try to stand up, but her hands force me down.

She moves my hips to the right. I feel the tip of the dildo kiss my anus. The tip of the dildo enters my little hole. I blush.

She slides her hands down to my cheeks and pulls them apart. She slides her hands in farther. She uses her fingers to spread my anus.

TO MYSELF: “I am going to be impaled on one of her joy toys!”

The realization makes me shiver.

HER: “Down.”

I relax my legs and ease myself down onto her toy cock. The dildo rudely enters my ass. I squeal.

ME: “eehhhh”

HER: “Sit”

I sit all of the way down on the chair. The dildo continues to enter my body. Simultaneously, my cheeks land on the chair’s cold leather and the total length of the dildo finds its home inside of me. I take a few deep breaths and I adjust to its width.

HER: “Good girl. Don’t move.”

She walks to filing cabinet. On top is her little black bag.

She returns with a long, golden, narrow rod in one hand. On one end is a small loop upon which a string is tied.

She squats in front of me. Her giant, black, erect penis points up at me. Its head is a beautiful shade of purple. The sight of that black monster embarrasses me. I turn my head so I don’t have to see it. However, I can’t seem to keep my gaze from it. I peek back down at its beautiful form. I yearn for it to be in my mouth, again. I unconsciously wet my lips and swallow.

She gently grabs my penis with one hand.

HER: “Pay attention to me.”

I look up with a start. She is staring into my eyes.

HER: “Later, you will get more of my cock in your mouth—and then in your little pussy. But right now, I want you to listen to me and follow instructions.”

ME: “Yes, Mistress.”

HER: “Lift.”

HER: “Lift”, she repeats.

With my hands still tied I can only use my legs. I lift myself up a few inches. A portion of the dildo slides out of me. I do my best to hold myself up.

HER: “Drop.”

I drop back down. The dildo’s total length reenters my body.

HER: “Good. Do it, again. Up.”

I lift myself up a few inches.

HER: “Down.”

I drop back down.

HER: “Do it again.”

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

HER: “Do it again.”

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down. Each time I lift and drop I impale myself with this dildo.

HER: “Do it again.”

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down. My penis is sliding in and out of her clenched hand. My penis is growing in size.

HER: “Do it again.”

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down. I unconsciously grip the dildo with my anus. The shaft digs into my anus. My love doughnut is getting very warm.

HER: “Do it again.”

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

HER: “Do it again.”

“My ass is getting hot mistress.”

HER: “Good.”

ME: “Why is that?”

HER: “There is no need for me to explain anything to you. That was stated in our agreement, correct?”

ME: “Yes, Mistress.”

HER: Complete trust.”

ME: “Yes, Mistress.”

HER: “Do it again.”

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

Little did I know that she coated the dildo with anal fire oil.

HER: “Do it again.”

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

She passionately kisses me. She slides her tongue into my mouth. I smell her breath. I taste her saliva. I trace her tongue with mine. I place my tongue into her mouth.

She backs away with a displeased look. Before I have a chance to ask, she squeezes my penis with a strong grip. I gasp at the severe discomfort.

HER: “You do not put anything into my mouth. Not your tongue nor your little weenie.”

HER: “I place things into your mouth. If something goes into my mouth that is because I place it there. Understand?”

I squeal.

ME: “Yes, Mistress.”

HER: “Good.”

She relaxes her grip.

HER: “Do it again.”

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

HER: “Do it again.”

HER: “Do it again.”

HER: “Do it again.”

HER: “Do it again.”

HER: “Do it again.”

I continue to rise up into her hand and fall back down, while gripping the dildo with my anus.

The heat us still increasing.

HER: “Do it again.”

A powerful sensation develops on my balls and penis.

ME: “My penis…make me cum.”

She grips my penis very tightly. It hurts.

ME: “Ahhhh—ahhhh. It hurts.”

HER: “You don’t make commands. If you want to make a request, then learn how to make a request like a proper bitch.”

ME: “But…”

HER: “Listen carefully. You are my bitch. I am going to dominate, rape, and own you like a whore. If you are lucky, I will share you with my friends.”

Chapter 02: Surprises

* * *

Julie’s aunt flew in from out west. She was tired, but concern for her niece helped to keep her going. She yawned as she found Julie’s hospital room. She poked her head in the doorway and saw Julie lying in bed staring out the window. “Hi there, anyone home.”

Julie’s face lit up with happiness. “Oh Aunt Nancy, I’m so glad to see you.” Julie started to cry before Nancy could take four steps to the bedside. Nancy gently wrapped her arms around Julie and hugged her tenderly and then kissed her cheek.

Julie tried to stop crying and took a tissue from the box on the bed to dry her eyes.

Nancy stood up and looked down at her niece. “Julie, how are you feeling? Do you have any pain?”

“I’m feeling better now that you’re here. I have a little pain. The medications are helping.”

“When we got the phone call from the hospital and heard you’d been in a car accident, we all feared the worst. We were all so frightened that… umm… We were so relieved to learn you’re not hurt too badly,” said Nancy.

Nancy pulled a chair over beside the bed, “I’ve just had a short talk with the nurses and I’m glad you’re doing so well in just the first 24 hours.” She took Julie’s hand and squeezed it firmly, as a sign of comfort and reassurance. “I’m here for you Julie. Do you need anything right now? Anything at all?”

“Well, I have no clothes. They cut them all off in the emergency department because they were torn and covered in blood and broken glass.”

“Ok Julie, I understand you’ll be in the hospital for a couple days so you won’t need many clothes right away. I’ll get some of your things. I guess you’ll want panties, every girl needs panties. How about a bra… probably not with the bandage on your breast; and a loose blouse too; a loose skirt, slacks or jeans won’t go over the cast.” said Nancy. “Oh, do you need pads? Are you…?”

“Oh Aunt Nancy, I’m not -“

“Ok, stop right there. If I’m going to stay and help you, the first ground rule is that you stop with the Aunt Nancy stuff. The “Aunt” part makes me feel so old. Given the circumstances, and your age, please just call me Nancy. You’re old enough now. Ok Julie?” she said with a big smile and a wink.

Julie smiled and nodded her head, “Ok Aun… Nancy, but it will feel strange to not call you Aunt.”

“We’ll both get used to it. I’d like to stay for a couple weeks and help you at the farm, ok?” said Nancy. “Besides, we haven’t seen each other since I moved out west, except only briefly at the funeral. I want to make sure you can get around before I leave. We were all concerned about you and now with this obvious limited mobility, you’re going to need someone to pamper you for a while and I’m just the lady to help,” Nancy said smiling.

“Oh, thank you Aun… umm… Nancy,” smiled Julie, feeling some of the loneliness fade. Of all her relatives, Julie was glad Nancy was the one to come and help. She was also full of knowledge, teaching history and geography to grade school students. Julie could listen for hours to Nancy talk about history and geography.

They talked for almost 30 minutes and then Nancy said she should go and get settled at Julie’s farm house, catch a little sleep and she’d be back in the afternoon with some of Julie’s clothes.

“My purse is locked up, but the nurses can get it for you. The house key is in the zippered outside pouch,” said Julie, “The keys to the pick-up truck are in the cupboard next to the side door. Oh, do you know how to drive a standard gear shift?”

“Child, I’ve been a gear-grinder for years. Don’t you worry about me. Five minutes behind the wheel and I’ll be ready for tractor trailers,” Nancy said smiling as she leaned down and kissed Julie on the cheek. “Be careful. If you need anything, ring for the nurses. See you later.”

* * *

Nancy opened the farm house door as the taxi drove back out the farm lane. Nancy put her things in the bungalow’s spare room and noticed that Julie’s parent’s bedroom door was closed. She peeked inside and everything seemed the same. Nothing had been moved since the funeral, over a year ago. Obviously, Julie or someone had dusted and cleaned in here. However, it was as if Julie’s parents still lived here.

Nancy closed the door and walked into Julie’s room. Sheer lace curtains covered the window and the blind was down halfway. The four-poster canopied bed with its frills looked fresh and well kept. The room was neat and clean with a shelf of teddy bears and stuffed animals above her desk and the computer. The usual hair brush and other girl essentials covered the top of the dresser. Nancy felt tired now and walked back to her room.

The doorbell rang.

Nancy went and opened the door, “Hello.”

“Hi there… I’m Agatha from across the road, pointing to the farm house a couple hundred yards away. I saw the taxi and came over to check things. We check on Julie to make sure she is ok. May I ask who you are?”

“Hello bursa escort Agatha, Julie has mentioned you in her letters. I’m Aunt Nancy from out west. I flew in this morning and I just came from seeing Julie in the hospital and –

“Oh my Lord. Is she alright? What happened?” Agatha interrupted.

“Julie had a car accident. She has a concussion and a broken leg. She’ll be home in a few days. I’ll be staying a while to help care for her.”

“Oh, thank heavens she’s not too seriously hurt. She has not been herself since her parents past on and we can’t pop over as much as we’d like.”

“Agatha, thank you for your concern for Julie. If you don’t mind, I’ve been up really early on the airplane, so I’m a little tired. I’m going to get some sleep and see Julie later this afternoon,” Nancy said.

“Oh, of course. Sorry to keep you up Nancy. Have a nice sleep and we’ll see each other over the next few days. Good bye,” said Agatha.

Nancy closed and locked the door. She watched Agatha get on her bicycle and head out the driveway.

In her bedroom, Nancy slipped off her blouse and unzipped her skirt. She dropped her bra on the chair with her other clothes and slipped off her panties. She walked naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stepped into the warm spray and sighed, closing her eyes and leaned against the shower wall, enjoying the heat as her body relaxed. She would sleep well after the shower. Nancy took the soap and washed all over, giving her firm breasts a little extra attention, caressing the slippery soap covered nipples.

Nancy’s breasts were just perfect for her body. They were nicely rounded with a slightly pointed uplift at the nipples. However, her nipples were not the standard issue given to most girls. Nancy’s had small areola but the nipples were oversized firm pencil erasers, even when not aroused. She had to wear an undershirt when she was young and a padded bra since puberty otherwise people couldn’t help but notice the two erotic bumps on the front of her blouses.

The sensations were building slowly in her overly tired body. Yes. A nice orgasm would also help her fall asleep too. She moved the soap between her legs and worked it back and forth feeling the pleasurable urges getting stronger. Then she gently slipped her fingers into the soft folds of her pussy, caressing on both sides of her clit hood, enjoying the erotic sensations her body was giving her mind. She placed the soap on its shelf and spread her pussy lips, rinsing away all the soapsuds. Turning off the shower, she dried her body, being gentle with her pussy.

She walked back into the bedroom, her breasts jiggling slightly, providing just enough sensation to let her know that her nipples were stiff and sensitized. She opened her suitcase and pulled out a long white nightgown and dropped it on a corner of the bed.

She then pulled out a black case and opened it revealing two instruments, one a long multi-tapered pale green tempered glass dildo and the other a red vibrator with a curved tip. She selected the vibrator. She was tired and wanted this one to be quick. She lay down on the comfortable bed.

She looked at the vibrator. This was part of her only habit. Other folks might consider it an addiction — hedonistic pleasures leading to wonderful orgasms. She had no other “bad” habits – no smoking, no sweet tooth, no gambling, no shoe shopping and no relationship issues.

Her very fit and muscular husband had died early in life from a short fight with what they claimed was asthma from installing insulation in construction. The construction union had helped with the insurance claim which had added to her financial security as a widow. It was from her husband’s inability to perform sex due to his illness, during his last year, that she had turned to the wonders of technology in order to be faithful to her husband and their marriage. Now after a four year period of morning, she was considering an end to her forced celibacy.

The softness of the bed felt so good. She almost put the vibrator down to fall asleep right away. No. Before she could really have a good sleep, she needed to relieve some of the tension in her tired body caused by the long early morning flight, the lack of sleep and this latest family crisis. Thank heavens Julie wasn’t too seriously hurt.

She flicked the switch and the vibrator jumped into action. Nancy let her legs fall open slightly and moved the vibrator over her breasts and around her nipples, feeling the tingling sensations building her pleasure-lust. Down across her stomach and into her thick brown pubic hair, the red tip searched for a destination.

Then as if teasing, it changed course and moved down along the crease between her leg and her pussy, then back through her curly hairs. It vibrated its way into the top of her valley of pleasure, circling her clit-hood sending sparks of pleasure through her body and then went down through the soft malatya escort folds of her warm damp pussy. Up and down it teased, just like her husband used to do with the head of his cock, urging her body to give up its slippery love juice.

Then the red tip swirled around her vagina. She felt the vibrator moving easier in her growing wetness. Nancy purred a low moan. She never got tired of these pleasurable sensations. She slowly started to push and pull the vibrator in and out, enjoying the tingling vibrations, and wanting more. She started moving her hips, up and down, urging her body to meet the vibrator.

The fingers of her other hand caressed her nipples, occasionally squeezing and gently twisting them for pleasure. The hand now slipped down and two fingers pulled back her protective clit-hood exposing her pink clit to the caress of her middle finger. Gently her finger circled her clit, barely touching and teasing it as the tingling sensations from the vibrator drove her pleasure-lust higher.

Now she consciously started to bend her knees and spread her legs… slowly… reluctantly… her mind thinking of her imaginary lover… yes spread your legs for me… I know you’re shy but spread them wide for me… you want to show me… yes, show me your lovely pink pussy… good girl, expose your pussy to me… do you feel excited with your legs spread open… good girl… spread wider, show me your pink pussy… your slippery glistening vagina… those beautifully soft pink petals that so nicely cling to my fingers as they swirl teasingly at your private and secret opening. Now, show me how you play… touch yourself… caress your clit and let the pleasures build to the orgasm you know you want. Go ahead, play, masturbate… yes, good… it feels so nice… faster now… yes, play…

Nancy’s fingers were a blur, and the pleasurable tingling from the vibrator quickly encouraged her orgasm to explode along her nerves with a pulsing pleasure that streaked through her body… OHHH… OHHH… AHHH… she moaned and panted, her fingers slowing their firm twitching movements across her clit, then, removing her fingers from it altogether. She slowly stopped the plunging motion of the red vibrator and pulled it from her slippery wet pussy and switched it off.

She lay there for a minute, enjoying the waves of pleasure pulsing with her muscles. Yes, she would have a good sleep now. She rolled over and grasped two tissues and wiped her slippery wetness away. She wiped the vibrator and set it on the bedside table. She rolled over and pulled up the sheet and blanket to cover her naked body, her mind already asleep, waiting only seconds for her body to stop its last pleasure-pulses to finally sleep as well.

Nancy’s clean white nightgown slid off the corner of the bed, forgotten.

* * *

It had been a hard day, including two cardiac arrests, a couple car accidents among other calls, and one overtime emergency call. Doogan had arrived home late again at 8:35 pm.

He had just placed four chicken fingers in the oven and some green peas in a pan on the stove to heat up. He also placed an apple on the counter from the fridge.

He stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower to wash off the day’s sweat and grime. The soap made his firm body slippery and when he started washing his penis, the soap slipped out of his hand and bounced in the tub.

He continued to lather the soap on his penis, enjoying the pleasurable tingling when he stroked the ridge on the head of his penis. The pleasurable sensation was not entirely unexpected, it happened every time he washed and was mildly erotic.

He bent down to pick up the soap and the spray from the shower hit him right on his anus providing another little sensual pleasure. He continued to wash the rest of his body and then rinsed off under the spray, shutting off the water.

He quickly towelled off and had trouble pulling up his sweat shorts over his damp legs and snagged his penis on the shorts. He pulled the shorts away from his body and his manhood disappeared into the shorts.

He ate while searching the net, closely watching the clock tonight. He was going to get a full eight hours sleep, which meant going to sleep at 10 pm. He didn’t have much time before going to bed.

He had spent 40 minutes researching various nipple clamps on the web. He had found two that may fit his prospective use – they were adjustable to provide some discomfort. He had no plans on hurting his “sub”. Hmmm, “submissive”. Was he beginning to think in terms of being a dominant? He could never be what some of the stories described them as being. No. He would have difficulty being one in the mildest sense of the word.

Ok. 9:30. He had just 20 minutes of time left before getting ready for bed.

He quickly changed his search to local erotic stores and found there were two in the city. He checked the addresses and remembered where one was, picturing çanakkale escort the store-front in his mind. The other was in a shopping mall.

Doogan shut off the computer, brushed his teeth and went to bed.

* * *

Two days later, Doogan visited the erotic store.

“Hello, may I help you,” said a girl from behind the counter.

“Just looking at the moment, thanks,” said Doogan, as he stood and looked at all the erotic merchandise. Wow, where do I begin he thought. Ok, I’ve got triangular bandages, but I’d really like a set of leather cuffs. A blindfold would be a good thing. A dildo or a vibrator too. Heck, just wander around he thought, see what they’ve got. He spent 25 minutes wandering the isles and finally left the store, not sure what to buy first.

The next day Doogan visited the store again.

The girl watched him when he was near the store front and on the security monitor in the back two isles. He had stood in the middle of the isle and just looked. Occasionally, he would lean over and read a product box or tag and then stand up again. He made no movements that would make her think he was trying to shop lift. When he came back to the front of the store she asked, “Can I help you find something?”

Doogan had not really paid any attention to the girl when he came in, other than a quick glance when he said hello — red hair and a nice face.

He now looked at her more closely — very nice face, average figure, clean clothes – blouse and slacks, small necklace and a touch of makeup.

“Well, I’m just not sure what I need,” he said looking around, avoiding looking at her.

She had seen it before. A handsome young man coming in after reading about bondage and BDSM, figuring he could tie up a girl, or girls, and convince them to have sex with him through promises of orgasms and pain. Well, she was here to sell stuff, and she did know what girls wanted, girls that were into bondage and orgasms, she thought, almost giggling out loud.

“Are you into the life style?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“Life style, oh, no, just a little reading. Came in to see what there is in the way of toys,” Doogan said, somewhat embarrassed.

“I see. Do you have any toys now?” she asked.

“No,” he said, getting more embarrassed.

“Do you have a girlfriend or someone who is interested in certain types of toys?” she asked.

“Umm, no,” Doogan said, his mind about ready to do the flight thing – not fight.

“What have you read?” she asked.

A bunch of stuff on the web,” he replied.

“Ok, there are a number of good information sites, but may I suggest a book,” as she walked towards the books and magazines. She picked up one fairly thick book and handed it to Doogan who had followed her.

The book cover showed a photo of black thigh high boots with heels as long as telephone poles. One of the authors was a female, maybe even the woman on the cover.

“This is an excellent reference,” she said.

“Oh, have you read it?” Doogan asked, a little surprised. She didn’t look like a girl who was into BDSM.

“Yes, and I found it fascinating. I read sections of it now and again to remind me of stuff,” she said.

“I see,” he said, looking at the book’s table of contents. “So you have lots of experience?” he said as he was reading the chapter titles. “Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I was reading,” he said embarrassed.

“That’s ok. I understand,” she said, smiling at his concentration on the book. “Yes, I have some experience and to answer your next question — Yes, I do enjoy bondage and a few other things.”

Doogan looked up from the book, surprised at what he had just heard.

She could see the surprise on his face. It was always interesting to see strong young men become so shy and embarrassed when first talking about sex and bondage with a girl they didn’t know. This guy seemed genuinely interested and a complete novice.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question about BDSM?” she asked, looking into Doogan’s eyes.

“Umm, ok,” said Doogan, a little nervously.

“Would you be willing to tell me how you got interested in BDSM?” she asked.

Doogan thought for a second, “I saw book covers with girls in bondage, and I bought a couple — the Story of O, and some other erotic bondage fiction. I rented a few movies including the Story of O. And then I started reading on the web, and watched a few movies too. It was all very interesting, but some of the stuff I didn’t like. I have found that just the bondage without the pain and torture is what I’m interested in.”

“Ok. It seems you know there are many variations of BDSM and you have found an area of interest that is milder than most. Do you plan on learning suspension and ropes?” she asked.

“No, I don’t think so, just some basic restraint cuffs and erotic teasing to increase the excitement and the girl’s pleasure,” said Doogan.

“Ok. But this is not something you can read about and become a master or dominant overnight,” she said with a smile. “It takes plenty of experience and understanding.”

“Oh, I’ll be the first to admit I know very little and I have no experience,” said Doogan, embarrassed.

She smiled at him. He was shy but he knew what he wanted. “Have you talked with girls about this?” she asked.